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a-chip-in-inosukes-nichirin · 6 months ago

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Ameliorate

Fandom: Kimetsu no Yaiba/Demon Slayer

Rating: Explicit- Minors DNI (18+ only)

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Sanemi/Female Reader

Tags: Female Reader, Penis in Vagina Sex, Bad Dates, Brief Mentions of SA, Oral Sex, Protective Genya, Protective Sanemi, Fucking you better, Slight Self-Esteem Issues, Mating Press, Sexual Tension, Sanemi is a lovable asshole

Wordcount: 5k

Ameliorate: To make something unsatisfactory better

After a bad date you spill the beans that you think Genya's brother is hot and he decides to fuck the memory of your shitty date out of you.

Cross-posted from my AO3 account.

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8627 45th Street SOS pls pick me up ASAP

The hastily sent text was minimal, blunt, and out of character for you. Usually, your messages were sprinkled with extraneous words, emojis, and “please” and “thank you”. You had no time for flowery language today; you needed a quick extraction.

You were hidden in the bathroom, date passed out on the bed after possibly the worst sex you’d ever experienced- for how long, you weren’t sure. Hopefully just enough for you to get out of here.

You weren’t known for making the best decisions and tended to go along with things longer than you wanted to in the name of politeness. It had landed you in many shitty situations, but this was by far the worst one. You rinsed your mouth with water in an attempt to wash the taste of the man who’d been far too rough with you from your palate, holding back the need to gag. You’d done enough of that today, and it was barely noon; a striking contrast to how you felt.

Your phone vibrated, Genya’s number lighting up the screen. You answered it with shaky fingers, keeping your voice low as you spoke.

“Hey.”

You hated how raspy it sounded. That’s what happens when an asshole doesn’t listen when you tell him to be gentle.

“You okay?” Genya’s concerned voice came through the speaker. “We’re almost there; what’s up?”

You appreciated Genya’s swift response but stiffened at his words.

“We?”

“I’m out with Nemi,” Genya told you.

Sanemi.

Genya’s big brother, and the last person you wanted to see you in this state. You couldn’t afford to be picky, though, when you were stranded at a stranger’s house after a variety of bad decisions.

“Just text me when you’re outside. Don’t honk or anything.”

“Are you safe?”

“Yeah…”

Just having a shitty day.

“We’re just around the corner,” Genya informed you.

“Okay. Be out in a sec.”

You hung up the phone and wished between your legs didn’t ache so badly, wished you weren’t half-limping from everything. There were likely bruises on your wrists and thighs, probably on your ass too if you were being honest. Under different circumstances you would’ve been proud of them, but today you only felt disgust.

You’d been so stupid.

Shuffling out of the bathroom on your tiptoes, you crept past the bedroom door that was left ajar, catching a glance at the man who’d cajoled until you caved, then didn’t listen when you said you weren’t fucking ready yet.

So stupid.

You berated yourself as you softly closed the door behind you for your walk of shame to the vaguely familiar SUV parked on the street. Genya twisted to look at you from the passenger seat as you slid in, avoiding his eyes. You knew you looked like a mess: mascara had streaked, and eyeliner was smudged, hair mussed beyond its normal windswept tousle, and it was a miracle that the majority of the damage inflicted on you was covered by your turtleneck.

“No car?”

“In the shop for repairs,” you kept your eyes glued out of the window, knowing Genya was worried but ashamed to meet his gaze. “I appreciate the ride. Didn’t mean to encroach on bro-time.”

“Not a problem,” Sanemi’s voice cut through the air as he pulled away. You shivered at his words, wetting your lips nervously. “You weren’t too far out of the way.”

“You okay?” Genya asked.

You wrinkled your nose, fighting the shame that filled your throat.

“Bad date.”

The following silence was uncomfortable, leaving you shifting against the leather seats. You knew Genya was probably fighting the urge to ask you if you wanted him to kick someone’s ass, and Sanemi… well, you didn’t know what he thought but you sure could guess what someone might think when they saw what you looked like after exiting a man’s house.

“Hungry?”

The question broke you out of your thoughts, and you caught Sanemi’s gaze in the rearview mirror. You’d eaten a couple hours ago, but after the day you’d had, you were starving. You didn’t realize how tense you were until just now, melting into the seat.

“Yeah, food sounds great.”

“Nemi and I were gonna grab something and then marathon Star Wars,” Genya told you. “You down?”

Your eyes flickered between the two brothers.

“Is that okay?”

“You’re over all the time already,” Sanemi replied nonchalantly.

It was true: you often dropped in or crashed at their place after work or on your days off to hang out with Genya. The two of you had been fast friends since you both worked the same shifts at work during high school. You’d moved on to other things, as had Genya, but your friendship had remained and grown as you did.

Sanemi worked quite a bit to provide for his younger brother and himself after an accident that left both of them orphans, and he was often gone when you and Genya hung at his place, but he’d found a better job recently that left him with more days off. With his schedule freed up a bit, he’d been around more while you crushed Genya at Mario Kart and experimented with new recipes in their spacious kitchen.

Sanemi had been little more than a passing thought before, but since seeing him more frequently, you’d developed a fascination with the scarred man with the shock of white hair. It wasn’t like the crushes you’d had on other guys- giddy, giggling things- but instead a hot coal in your stomach that left you uncomfortable and squirming when he was nearby. Sanemi was short-tempered and gruff, and had a permanent scowl on his face, but something about him made butterflies sprout in your chest.

It made you feel foolish, and you knew you’d die if Sanemi ever found out. You’d gone to great lengths to put physical and emotional distance between the two of you, a practiced civility that bordered on cold. It was the only way you could manage to keep yourself in check around him.

With the food acquired (taco bell was Genya’s favorite, much to Sanemi’s disdain), the three of you were back at the Shinaguzawa household in record time. Genya plopped on the couch, patting the seat next to him. You hesitated, the stickiness under your clothes itching uncomfortably now.

“Here,” Sanemi appeared out of thin air, thrusting a towel into your hands. “You know where the shower is.”

Your face heated as you slunk away, disappearing into the tiled bathroom. You must have looked pretty rough if Sanemi was telling you to shower.

Genya furrowed his brows disapprovingly at his brother as you vanished.

“I know you’re trying to help, but you should really work on how you talk to people.”

“Why?” Sanemi settled on the far end of the sofa.

Genya pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Because,” he groaned. “You don’t have tact.”

“I was giving her a towel; why does that need tact?” Sanemi turned the television on. “She obviously wanted a shower.”

“You’re useless,” Genya dug out his burrito. “It’s no wonder nobody will date you.”

Sanemi snatched the food from Genya with a glare, pushing him away with a socked foot when Genya complained and reached for the stolen bag.

“Biting the hand that feeds you means you’re gonna lose the food,” Sanemi told him.

“Genya!”

Your voice from down the hall had the younger brother craning his neck, Sanemi leaning back to peer down the dim hall curiously.

“I’m stealing some of your clothes,” you exited Genya’s room, holding up a handful of cloth. “And I’m borrowing your washer.”

“Sure, go ahead,” Genya nodded, watching you disappear into the bathroom.

The silence as Sanemi set up the movie was relaxed. Genya fished his food from the bag and set it far away from his brother, disposing of the trash as the sound of water reached their ears.

“So I guess you two aren’t fucking then?”

Genya choked on his burrito, slamming his fist into his chest. When he finally could breathe again, he turned his red face towards Sanemi with a glare.

“What the hell would give you that impression?”

“Look,” Sanemi plucked a cinnamon twist from its spot nestled in fast food paper. “I see you guys hanging out all the time. You’re close. I just figured-”

“We’re friends,” Genya cut him off. “She literally was on a date with someone today.”

“A shitty one,” Sanemi interjected.

Genya rubbed his eyes.

“Yeah, a shitty one. I swear she’s got the worst luck when it comes to dating. It’s like she’s an asshole magnet.”

“This happened before?”

Sanemi’s interest was piqued. He’d grown curious about the girl who showed up at the house to keep Genya company and use the kitchen at odd hours. You were incredibly sweet but had a sassy streak around people you were comfortable with. He’d heard you swear like a sailor over losing a game, but even from the next room over he could hear the grin in your tone. It did confuse him how you’d go from acting like you were in your own house while Genya was there, to suddenly stiffening and growing formally polite around him.

“Yeah, like four or five times. Usually, I’ll hear about it the next day, but she’s never called for a ride before.”

“She should’ve just told the guy no date until her car is fixed,” Sanemi took a swig of his drink. “That’d fix that problem. Can’t help with the bad taste in men, though.”

“I don’t have bad taste.”

Your voice cut the air sharply, and the brothers twisted around to see you standing behind the couch, hair damp and body swallowed by Genya’s clothes. Your embarrassed face was juxtaposed by the glare plastered across it. A few pale bruises peeked above the loose collar of the borrowed shirt.

“Then how do you explain consistently shit dates?” Sanemi countered, raising a brow.

Your face burned and you ducked your head between your shoulders.

“…bad luck?”

The white-haired man snorted into his cup. You scowled, plopping down on the couch next to Genya.

“I can’t help it men are pigs who don’t know what the word ‘no’ means,” you bit back, hackles raised at Sanemi’s reaction.

You didn’t think the air could get more uncomfortable, but here you were, starting to squirm as you did your best to avoid the piercing gazes of the Shinazugawa brothers. Genya’s whole body had leaned forward as his hands dug into the couch. Sanemi’s normal resting bitch face hardened farther and his eyes narrowed to pinpricks.

“I’ve got a crowbar in the garage-”

“Nemi!” Genya elbowed him before quickly turning back to you. “Unless… I mean unless you wanted-”

“No!” you shook your head, covering your face. This night was just getting worse the more you had to talk about everything. “I just want to forget about it. Can we watch the movie please?”

Familiar music filled the air as Star Wars began to play. You honestly didn’t care for the franchise all that much but it was a welcome distraction from your morning. You inhaled your food before snuggling down into the couch your lids grew heavy. You finally let them shut, unable to stay awake any longer as the hum of conversation and sound effects melted into the background.

Your dreams were staticky and punctuated by odd dialogue filtering in through your ears from the movies playing, but eventually you fell into a dead sleep, mind dark and empty as the exhaustion caught up to you.

When you jolted awake, the sun had gone down and the curtains were drawn, leaving the living room dark. The couch’s raised fabric pattern was imprinted on your cheek, accompanied by drool trickling from your open mouth.

Gross.

You wiped it away with the back of your hand, sitting upright. The living room was empty, food wrappers cleaned up and a fuzzy blanket laid over your body. Sanemi and Genya were nowhere to be seen. You pushed yourself up, reaching for your phone.

10:18PM.

Genya would normally still be up at this time. You picked yourself up off the couch and padded down the hall, knocking on his door.

No answer.

You opened it slowly, not wanting to get an eyeful if he was in the middle of choking his chicken or something else that would scar you for life. His room was entirely empty, bed uncharacteristically neat. Eyebrows knit together to create a crease.

“Do you always creep around like an intruder?”

Sanemi’s voice made you jump, spinning around to face him. You clutched your chest where your heart beat erratically from the scare, trying to hold back a scowl.

“Jesus Christ dude,” you spit out when you finally caught your breath. “Don’t do that.”

“What?” Sanemi crossed his arms. “Walk through my own house?”

“Surprise me,” you took a step back, gathering your wits. “In the dark.”

Sanemi reached over with one hand, flipping the light switch. The sudden harsh illumination made you squint, which did nothing to make your face look less irritable.

“Genya got called into work about two hours ago,” Sanemi answered your unspoken question. “He said you could use his bed if you wanted to.”

You peered back into the room behind you. Sanemi probably wouldn’t want to drive you home, so you supposed you could crash in Genya’s bed for the night. Wouldn’t have been the first time, and probably not the last. Genya always insisted you take his bed if you stayed the night anyway. He claimed the couch was more comfortable (a lie if you’d ever heard one).

“If it’s no trouble,” you pulled the blanket tighter. “I’ll be out of your hair in the morning.”

Sanemi let out a long sigh, leaving you to side-eye him as he rolled his shoulders. When he finally quieted and brought his attention back to you, he looked both pissed and concerned.

“Is it something I did?”

You blinked owlishly, cocking your head.

“What?”

“You always do this,” he gestured to you. “You’re relaxed and chill when Genya’s here, but the moment I show up you get all… frosty. Did I say something to offend you?”

You shifted from one foot to the other, opening your mouth briefly before snapping it shut, trying to think before you said anything stupid. It didn’t work, as per usual.

“N-no, you just make me nervous-”

Sanemi’s face briefly reminded you of a kicked puppy, and you felt horrible. Of course he’d assume you were frightened of him because of his scars. You chided yourself mentally, attempting to fix your mistake.

“N-not like that!” you lifted your hands to wave them wildly, and the blanket slipped to the floor and puddled around your feet. “I just-you make me nervous because you’re hot!”

Both of you froze this time, and your face lit up bright red, ears burning as your mouth fell open and eyes bugged out at your slip of the tongue. You wished you could melt into the wooden floorboards of the hall.

Sanemi broke out of his stupor first, a slow grin spreading across his face. You would’ve run if you hadn’t been rooted to the floor in humiliation.

“Oh, is that it?” he leaned down, resting one palm flat against the doorframe near your head.

His face was close-too close to yours to be completely comfortable. You turned your head away, trying to calm your racing heart. There’s no way Sanemi was flirting with you. He was probably just being an asshole, right?

Right?

“Genya isn’t the only one who has a bed,” Sanemi’s smirk was crooked, eyes half lidded. His face swiftly softened when he noted your eyes flickering to your left and right like a frightened rabbit. He took a step back, allowing you your personal space again.

“Sorry,” he apologized, eyes gentle amidst the sharp planes of his face. “You just had a shitty date and here I am being a bad host. You’re probably tired.”

You hadn’t seen this side of Sanemi before much. You were used to his cocky glares and barking laughter. Not this gentle tone like someone coaxing a horse.

“You’re not bad,” you burst out, wanting to ease the tense atmosphere. “I just- I don’t… know how to act around you.”

Your face burned. How many embarrassing confessions would you make tonight? You were already at two and counting.

“I’m not a pig,” Sanemi echoed your words from earlier. “I know how to take a ‘no’.”

“I-it’s not a no!”

Sanemi’s gaze snapped back to you, shocked but curious. You bit your lip, clenching your fists.

“It’s… not a no. I’m just not sure-”

“If you’re not sure, then it’s the same thing,” Sanemi picked the blanket up from off the floor and looping it around your shoulders like a cape.

Your fingers snagged it without a second thought, anchoring it in place where he’d laid it. You weren’t sure where your eyes should settle, but risked peeking up at him. His eyes rested on your visage with a gentleness that rivaled the brush of his fingers as they withdrew from fabric around your body. Those lilac eyes were a little curious, a little resigned, and a little hungry.

You reached out with one hand, hooking your fingers in the hem of his shirt. He paused. You took a deep breath and stepped forward.

“I want you,” you maintained eye contact as you spoke- quite the feat when your heart was trying to escape through your throat.

Sanemi stared at you as if trying to gauge your sincerity.

“Please?” you tacked on as an afterthought, suddenly afraid that he’d laugh in your face or- worse- reject you outright for some other reason. You could thin of a million, but the one you worried most about was him thinking you were some kind of loose woman who slept around-

Hands threaded through your hair, and you felt lips on your own. You melted into the unexpected touch, anxiously moving closer until you were fully pressed against Sanemi’s body. Heat rolled off him comfortingly, and your hands twisted in his white tank top. His teeth nipped against your lower lip, forcefully requesting entrance. You granted it, running your tongue along his teeth, tasting mint and the faintest lingering bitterness of tobacco.

Cigarettes.

“I didn’t know you smoked,” you whispered as he broke away for a breath.

A brief embarrassed guilt flashed across his features before he shrugged.

“I’m working on quitting. Don’t want Genya to think it’s okay but… we all have our vices.”

You laughed, reaching up to touch his hair.

“Genya tried cigs and isn’t a fan, so you don’t have to worry about that.”

The look on Sanemi’s face was comical, and you held in a giggle. He glared behind you in the direction of Genya’s bed.

“The little fucker-”

“Hey, he’s a good kid,” you insisted, feeling more at ease speaking with Sanemi now that his hands were around your waist. It was both soothing and thrilling.

Sanemi crowded you against the wall, dropping his head until your gazes were level. His eyes bored into yours and it felt as if you were suddenly being interrogated.

“You two really aren’t fucking?”

The question took you aback a little bit, but you shook your head.

“He’s like my little brother.”

Sanemi’s grin split across his face, crooked and sharp. Your stomach fluttered as the tip of his nose brushed against yours, fanning his breath across your lips.

“Good. Because I’m taking you.”

Before you had a chance to ask what he meant, you were lifted off your feet and carried- with an undignified squeal- through the hall and into Sanemi’s room. When he dropped you on the bed, the air left your lungs in a gasp, and it took a second to get your bearings.

“If you say stop, or no, at any point,” Sanemi’s shirt was whipped off over his head as he approached the bed, “I’ll back off. If you can’t speak, tap me three times.”

Your eyes locked on his torso as you nodded dumbly, taking in the muscles and scars across his ribs and pecs, down his sides and crowning his hips. It took everything in you to tear your vision away to meet his face as he crawled over you, running his hand up your neck until he cradled your jaw.

“Now… how about I make you forget all about that shitty fucking guy from earlier?”

The kiss was soft and chaste, not what you expected after how heated things had gotten in the hallway. Sanemi’s hands reached for the edge of the t-shirt you wore- Genya’s t-shirt- and lifted it until it caught on your face, tugging a bit when your head was stuck until it popped off, leaving your hair mussed. He brushed the stray strands from your face, eyes dropping to your bare breasts.

Shit.

In the chaos of excitement, you’d forgotten about the marks left from your earlier date. Your hands immediately went to cover them in horror. Sanemi stopped you, grabbing your wrists and holding them from blocking his view. His lips pressed to each mark, scraping his teeth and sucking them until they grew darker. Each bruise was remarked afresh by his mouth until not one was left untouched.

Your head had fallen back, a trembling hum dragged from your lips at the feeling of Sanemi’s touch. He sucked a few new marks as well, higher up on your neck, making sure to lavish the juncture of your shoulder and throat with attention. Your hands dug into his hair, tugging and holding back a keen of pleasure.

“There,” he pulled back, satisfied with his work.

Your breath hitched, watching him slide his fingers under the satin basketball shorts clinging to your hips. Being fully exposed to Sanemi was frightening, your entire body going rigid, remembering the offhand snide comments you’d endured only hours ago in the same situation. Sanemi noted the way you wouldn’t meet his eye, ducking your head and pulling your legs towards yourself as if you were going to curl in on yourself.

“I can’t see your pretty face,” he lifted your chin with a finger, thumbing your lip. “I want you to look at me while I go down on you.”

Your face blazed red, and it crept down your neck until your chest flushed as well, watching Sanemi drop his face between your legs, forcing them apart while maintaining eye contact. You slowly eased yourself down until you were only propped up on your elbows.

“Ready, pretty girl?”

It was humiliating how your cunt fluttered at the words, and you nodded, transfixed by his cocky smile as he stuck his tongue out, just barely flicking the little nub that hid under its fleshy hood. The anticipation made you squirm a bit, even though the touch wasn’t enough to affect you. Sanemi hooked his arms around your thighs, anchoring you in place before burying his face against your hot core. Your back arched, a muffled moan fluttering past your lips as your nails scratched his scalp.

You could feel him grin against your cunt as his tongue dipped in and out, tracing the sides and up towards your clit. He avoided directly touching it until you were practically grinding against his face in desperation, desperate short whimpers huffed through your nose. Your lower lip was tucked under your top teeth, bitten and swollen due to your barely restrained desire.

“Please, Sanemi,” you finally gasped.

He pulled back, chin slicked with your juices.

“Please what?”

“You know what!” you whined.

Leave it to Sanemi to be an asshole while eating you out. You couldn’t really complain though- he was impressively good.

“Use your words, sweetheart.”

“Please,” you dropped your head to the sheets so you wouldn’t have to look at him as you spoke. “Let me cum.”

“I’m not stopping you.”

You shot up, glaring at Sanemi with a fury you didn’t know was in you. That pleased smirk was plastered on his gorgeously annoying face. You moved your legs so they locked behind his head, holding him in place.

“Don’t be a fucking tease!” you shook him a little by his cornsilk hair, just firm enough to show you weren’t a fan of his antics.

Sanemi huffed a laugh against your inner thigh. His mouth was already back on you, finally going high enough to reach that sensitive button that he’d been neglecting. You sighed in relief, thighs clenching around his face. It didn’t take long after that for that coil in your stomach to build, snapping and throwing you over the edge when Sanemi’s flat tongue caressed your clit.

He kept going despite your choked cry and the way you arched up off the bed, limbs shaking and legs shaking. When you finally couldn’t take it anymore your hands pushed against his head, forcing him away. He sat up, looking over your trembling body and heaving chest. Your eyes were closed, a ringing sound in your ears from the intensity of the orgasm that was currently acting like a muscle relaxer.

A muffled groan pulled you from your pleasure-induced haze, and your eyes slit open. Sanemi’s pants were gone, pupils blown out. You didn’t realize how hard he was already, the outline of his dick inside the confines of his gray boxers surprising you as he palmed himself through the fabric. His own breathing was labored, and he swallowed, noticing your eyes opening.

“You good, princess?”

You nodded, feeling a bit sleepy, but pushed yourself up until you were sitting.

“Up for another round?”

You reached out, a bit hesitant, but tugged on the waistband of his underwear. That was all the answer he needed, and Sanemi stripped out of them, fishing around in the drawer of his nearby nightstand until he was able to produce a condom. It was opened and rolled on in a flash. He nudged your legs apart, settling between them and lining himself up at your entrance. You were incredibly slick from your earlier orgasm, and he pushed in with little resistance. The intrusion was still unexpected, and your fingernails bit into his forearm. Sanemi let out a shaky breath as he bottomed out, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Good job, sweetheart,” he whispered through gritted teeth. “Let me know when you’re ready for me to move.”

Instead of answering him verbally, you pushed up against him, grinding your cunt down onto his dick. The choked cry from his lips was like honey to your ears, and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Fuck me, Sanemi,” you breathed into his ear.

You barely finished the sentence before his hips began pounding into you, a cacophony of grunts and groans escaping his throat. He grabbed your legs and folded them back, angling deeper into your sopping cunt and hitting something inside you that made your toes curl. Each thrust punched the air from your lungs, leaving you too breathless to even moan out your satisfaction. Sanemi’s grip on your legs was leaving bruises but you didn’t care. You were enveloped in the feeling of his cock drilling into you relentlessly, his eyes half closed as the veins in his neck and arms stood out from the force he applied with each movement.

“S-Sanemi!”

The strangled cry you managed to get out among the intense movement filled the hot air of the room. Sanemi’s grip tightened on your legs and his hips stuttered against yours. His mouth had fallen open, eyes lidded with pleasure. His groans rose in pitch until they were more whines than anything, and the staccato beat of skin on skin lost all rhythm.

Sanemi came with a long moan, his mouth dropping to your neck, suckling as he ground up against you, hands loosing their hold on your legs to scramble for your hips. The tension in your stomach snapped with the last few jerks of his hips, a pleasant buzz settling in your limbs and chest a second time as your walls fluttered around his pulsing member. Your arms draped across his shoulders in an embrace as he came down from his high.

It was too warm in the room, but neither of you made a move. You hummed into his soft hair in hazy satisfaction.

“That was nice,” your hoarse voice drew Sanemi’s eyes to your half-asleep face.

He chuckled.

“Just nice?”

You tousled his hair, feigning a pout.

“What, you need your ego stroked?”

Sanemi snaked his hand down your body, flicking your still-sensitive nub with a finger. Your body jerked involuntarily, a cry escaping from your lips. You whined at him, burying your face in your hands in embarrassment.

“I made you come twice,” Sanemi said. “How many times did that piece of shit you call a date make you come?”

You mumbled your answer, and Sanemi narrowed his eyes, gently abusing your clit again. You squirmed in an attempt to get away, but he was still buried to the hilt inside of you.

“He didn’t-” you said, fingers digging into the sheets on either side of you.

“That’s what I thought,” Sanemi ground against you, and you wriggled against the intense feeling of overstimulation. “Pretty girls like you deserve to be treated well, don’t you think?”

If you hadn’t been blushing before, you definitely were now. All you could manage was a nod as Sanemi slowly pulled out of you. You whimpered at the loss, feeling empty and cold as he tied off the condom and tossed it in the trash.

“What do pretty girls like you deserve?” Sanemi lifted your chin with his fingers.

“To be… treated well?”

Sanemi had a satisfied grin plastered on his face, and he kissed you deeply before pulling back and nodding.

“So how about you find yourself someone who’ll treat you like a princess?”

His words set your heart fluttering again, and you wet your lips, staring at him expectantly.

“Okay. Have any suggestions?”

His laughter huffed through his nose at your innocent and eager expression. Sanemi kissed the tip of your nose, cradling your jaw in his hand.

“You’re looking at him.”

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littledemondani · 1 year ago

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Eddie the munch munson who also loves boobs. His obsession is to the point where it doesn’t even have to be sexual. Watching a movie? Boob in mouth. Trying to fall asleep? Boob in mouth. Especially when the reader is on the period??? He just wants to make his bae feel better. Boob in mouth. The thought of sleepy needy eddie licking them so slow and gentle as his eyes flutter shut… I’m melting 🫠

oh my god 😩 dani.exe has crashed

warnings: 18+ only, smut, fem!reader, needy!eddie, nipple sucking, no use of y/n

a/n: this went entirely different than what i had originally planned lmao

you noticed something was off with eddie when he came home from working all day at the mechanic shop. he was clingier and way more affectionate than he usually is. not that you minded, you knew he only ever got this way when things became too much for him.

which seemed to be happening a lot more lately.

he was stressed. impossibly so. with your recent move into a new apartment, eddie figured staying late at the shop to work on a few extra cars would secure him enough money to make sure you both didn’t struggle. even though you reassured him he didn’t have to. though it was in one ear and out the other entirely.

you both lay in bed, your back on the mattress, eddie’s head resting on your chest. some sitcom was playing on your small tv, but the words were fading as you started to get sleepier.

eddie’s eyes were glued, though, his mind in overdrive as he thinks about all the extra shit he has to do for the next day. he’s fidgeting, fingers closing tightly around the light fabric of your spaghetti strap in an effort to ground himself.

you feel him and you just know.

he needs you.

badly.

“baby,” you whisper gently, brushing your fingers through his hair. “it’s okay. i’m here.”

he turns to look at you, his dark brown eyes holding every ounce of emotion he is feeling in them. it makes your heart ache.

“can i?” he asks, tracing his fingertips along the outline of your breast.

you nod, tucking his hair behind his ear. “of course.”

in a swift motion, he pulls the top of your tank down to expose your breast, and wastes no time in taking your nipple into his eager mouth.

he suckles with urgency, and the pleasure shoots straight down to your cunt, but you push those thoughts aside. this isn’t about you right now.

eddie cups your other breast in his hand, fingers toying with the nipple. his tongue swirls around the other bud, making figure 8 motions before wrapping his lips around it once more.

you praise him, tell him how much of a good boy he is, how much you love him, how great he’s making you feel, how he can take whatever he wants from you. his cock throbs against his boxers, and leaks a small bead of slick onto the strained fabric. he bucks forward involuntarily, seeking friction of any kind to help ease the ache.

he sucks generously on your nipple, pulling the bud nice and taught. he lightly grazes his teeth against you, feeling you squirm and push your chest up into him.

the stress begins to leave his tired muscles, first in his back, up to his chest, out through his fingertips. his body grows heavier against you, not entirely limp, but it lets you know he’s calming down.

his suckles become softer, gentler, until he stops entirely. he presses kisses along the swell of your breast, up your chest, to your collarbone, then to the crook of your neck.

“thank you,” he whispers against the shell of your ear, wrapping his arm over your abdomen.

“i love you,” you say, kissing his cheek.

“i love you,” he replies, slowly trailing his hand down to your cunt. “more than you can ever possibly know.”

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nonotnolan · 3 months ago

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This Happens all the Time, It's Detachable

When I took this job at Port Atilis, I moved into the area without doing a lot of research about the area. I have no one else to blame but myself for the fact that I live four blocks away from the biggest tourism strip in town. I thought being close to the beach would be relaxing, but anytime I try to take advantage of it, I'm having to deal with all of the crowds.

That being said, the constant stream of tourists does have one unexpected benefit. The eye candy is top notch, especially for a guy like me who has a hard time finding dates. I don't even have to head down to the beach-- Grindr is filled with hot guys trying to score a one night stand while they're out on vacation, and their profiles make window shopping that much easier. Sadly, window shopping is all I'm usually able to do-- I'm not looking for a quick hookup, so the odds are stacked against me. Outside of the occasional online date that never goes anywhere, I spend most of my nights alone.

I've started meeting guys downtown so that if I get ghosted, at least I can have a nice meal alone somewhere. It's frustrating how often this sort of shit happens, but... that's just how online dating works, I guess.

I was walking along the shore as I headed back to my car when I saw it. There, flopped across the sidewalk, was a limp cock and balls. I nudged it with my foot at first-- I thought maybe it was a plastic mold or something at first, but it definitely moved like real flesh. I bent down and scooped it up. Sure enough, it was warm to the touch. I slipped it into my pocket and headed back to my apartment.

My hand kept stroking the shaft as I walked-- I couldn't believe I had such a realistic cock in my pocket. It was starting to grow erect, as if it was really someone's detached manhood. How was that even possible? By the time I arrived home, it was about seven or eight inches long, and enough girth that I could barely wrap my fingers around it. If it was someone's real cock, he was certainly a lucky guy. But what does one do with a detached cock and balls?

Well, I was already planning to take a shower after spending the afternoon out in the summer heat. I may as well take the cock in there with me. It probably needs at least a quick rinse after being in the dirt like that. I was also going to have to wash these khakis-- the damn thing had started leaking precum in my pocket.

It really was an impressive cock. Perfectly straight, and the glans had a beautiful shape and color-- I would have sworn it was a dildo if I hadn't felt it harden in my pocket. A bead of precum started to form at the slit, and my own manhood started to stir. Should I do it? It was almost certainly a bad idea, but weeks of pent up frustration and the smell of jizz overrode any concerns. I started to deep throat the strange cock, holding it in my fingertips so I could consume as much of the shaft as possible.

Pretty soon I was rewarded with its cum. I could feel the cock jump as it shot rope after rope into my throat. I damn near started choking on the sudden flood of jizz, but I was able to swallow most of it down. It was weird enough making a detached cock orgasm... but why did I feel warm all of a sudden? The cock was softening, in case I had any doubt it was alive somehow.

I didn't notice until I started rinsing the slime off my chin and chest when I realized what had changed. My smooth, twink stomach had developed abs. The cock had to be magical, somehow. I gently set it down on the shower floor as I started to give my body a thorough examination. My own cock was still the same size, but my arms and legs were starting to gain definition-- and my stomach was ripped, somehow.

Nothing about this day made sense. Plus I was starting to feel dizzy, so I quickly toweled off and climbed into bed. The cock would be fine on the tile floor of the shower. I didn't know if it could piss, and I didn't want to deal with cleaning it up if it did. Maybe the world would make sense when I woke up.

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The world did not make sense when I woke up. The first thing I noticed was that my body had gotten even larger overnight, and it was all muscle mass. It felt... well, honestly, it felt amazing. But it made no damn sense. The detached cock was sitting in the shower where I'd left it. Maybe if I could find its owner, I could get some clues about what was happening to me? I threw on some gym clothes-- no sense in ruining my good shirts in case my body grew even more. I also took a selfie, so that if my body changed any more, at least I would have some sort of reference to compare it with.

I headed back down to the shore where I'd first found the mystery meat. My shoulders were wide enough that I found myself swaying them as I walked. The old me would have been far too embarrassed to walk with such a swagger-- was this transformation starting to affect my personality, too?

I wasn't really sure how I was going to find the cock's owner. I hadn't thought that far ahead. It's not like he could go up to someone and ask if anyone had handed over a penis to the Lost and Found. Maybe I'd see a guy anxiously searching the area? Would he still be here the next morning? Well, I was already here. I grabbed a smoothie from one of the shacks on the shoreline and started people watching.

Most of the pedestrians were walking with purpose, so it was fairly easy to spot the few people who were lagging behind for whatever reason. Most of those people were probably meeting up with friends or something, based on the way they were checking their phones. But there was one man, a handsome guy flashing a lot of chest, who kept staring at the ground as he roamed the area near the marina. His facial expressions ranged from pure sorrow to forlorn fear, which was certainly how I'd react if my dick suddenly went missing. Only one way to find out for sure.

"Hey bro, what's wrong? You keep looking around like you lost something."

"You don't know the half of it," he said, shaking his head. "But... yeah, man. I lost my... something really fucking important. Something, uhh... wooden."

Bingo. "Was it this?" I said, giving the cock in my pocket a tight squeeze. If he could still feel it, there would be no mistaking my intent. And based on the look of relief that washed over his face, I had guessed correctly.

"You're the person who found my dick? Oh, thank fuck!" He leapt to his feet and grappled me in a bear hug. "All I could think about was a tourist taking it home with them, or tossing it into the water, or... fuck, man, I don't even know. I like to carry around with me, I wear tight briefs to hold it in place, but... it slipped out last night and I was too drunk to notice."

We started walking over to the side of the street, where things were slightly more private. He was close enough for me to smell him-- a mixture of sweat, citrus, and sandalwood. "Well, I'm glad I can return this massive cock back to its owner," I said, looking side to side for any gawkers before pulling it out of my pocket. I grabbed his waistband, pulled it outward, and jammed my hand into his pants. I gave his hardening cock one last pat before I pulled my hand back.

"Someone's feeling confident," he said, flashing a wide smile. He leaned back on the stairs. "It's a good thing you're as sexy as fuck, or I'd be offended." He sized up my physique, and his face started to grow concerned as he did so. "You... I think I remember cuming last night. Did you... did you give me a blowjob?"

I scratched the back of my neck. "I did, yeah. Sorry, bro. Didn't mean to offend you. I was still trying to figure out if your cock was even real, or... honestly, that's part of why I was hoping to find you. I wanted to return your dick, of course, but I'm also... growing? Do you know why?"

He placed a firm hand on my shoulder. "You should take me back to your place. We've got a lot to discuss. If you swallowed my cum, there's no way you didn't catch my condition. The muscle growth is a sweet side effect, but... well, you've seen how it ends."

"You mean my dick is going to fall off?"

"It's really not all that bad," he said, giving my shoulder a comforting squeeze. "And I give you some pointers to help you live with it. Mind if I stay at your place for a few days?"

Blake was as good as his word. I'm glad he told me to wait before shopping for new clothes-- It took a few more days for my body to stop growing, and I went up three shirt sizes by the time I was done. We've started dating. It turns out there are some experiences you just can't have without growing really close to a guy, and we do have a few hobbies in common.

I took a few sick days so I could be at home when my dick finally fell off. I was walking around naked and everything-- your dick only falls off once, after all, and I wanted to see it happen. And Blake was right there at my side, eager to give me my first detached blowjob.

We usually leave our dicks at home for safekeeping, at my insistence. Blake has a voyeurism streak, though, so sometimes I'll be out running errands when I suddenly feel him applying lube to my cock. Have you ever tried to shop for groceries mid-orgasm? It's a hell of an experience. Other times, we'll go out on a date with the other's cock tucked in our briefs. Feeling his arousal against my skin never gets old. My favorite, though, are the Detachable Male Support Meetings. We all get together, put our dicks in a large bowl, and then just shoot the breeze for a few hours.

I never could have guessed that finding an errant cock on the ground would change my life so completely, but I wouldn't change it for the world.

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dmitriene · 10 months ago

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𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗟𝗘𝗢𝗡 𝗖𝗨𝗗𝗗𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗬𝗢𝗨.

❝𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧❞ 𝘣𝘧 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘹 𝘨𝘧 𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ❝𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗦❞ 𝘛𝘖𝘖𝘛𝘏 𝘙𝘖𝘛𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘍𝘓𝘜𝘍𝘍, 𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘍𝘖𝘙𝘛, 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞, 𝘚𝘔𝘜𝘛 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵, 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘩𝘰𝘭, 𝘱𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣��𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘴𝘯𝘩𝘪𝘱, 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺, 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴, 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘷, 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘺, 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘦, 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘪 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴

no matter how strange it may be, the place where you most often spent time with leon was the sofa in your living room of the apartment, the point was probably that it was very close to the entrance, and this was comfort — all that was required of you was take off your shoes and outerwear before collapsing in a heap of limp limbs onto the soft poufs.

unfortunate, in its concept, furniture survived everything — you slept on it in an warm embrace after a hard day, kissed and hugged while watching a movie, fucked when you didn’t have enough strength to get to the bedroom and your body burned with an ardent desire to cling to, lick, touch here and now, and once you even pulled him away from another bottle of tart alcohol, begging, asking him to stop.

your relationship has survived more than one raging wave, but the walls of the apartment and some furniture store and remember everything — with their unevenness, scratches, stains that stuck into the surface, absolutely all the ups and downs, but the only thing she has never seen is you and leon separately, you always together.

today was kind of hard, you had to go grocery shopping with a fairly large list and stop at a couple more places along the way, naturally, be that as it may — but being away from home almost the whole day was quite exhausting, as was carrying bags, even if they spent most of their time in the trunk of the car, waiting for you to finally return home only to be dismantled.

and you finally get there, home, your shoes quickly fly off your feet and past the shelves before you both move on and start putting away your purchases, groceries in the kitchen, little things like hygiene in the bathroom and in the closet there, you no longer have the strength to cook food or to go to the shower — you both wearily collapse on the familiar sofa and laugh in unison when your bodies become tangled and leon wearily hits his forehead against your chest, purring something about — «just.. five minutes, sweetheart, and i'll move»

and, naturally, he didn’t move, on the contrary, he only pressed harder, making you giggle quietly and slightly change your position so that both of you were comfortable, running through the tangled dark strands with your fingers and to the back of his neck, where nails begin to scratch his flesh and send a pleasant shiver down his vertebrae, and he responds in the same tactile manner, running his palms along the curve of your waist, pressing his nose into the chest and to the open area of the collarbone and neck, kissing wetly.

— «leon.. not, don't even try, we didn't even took a shower» you are in a hurry to pronounce on the distillation, frowning your eyebrows and provoking wrinkles on your skin, when leon raises his head in response and looks with that same look that is completely difficult and even impossible to refuse, baby blue eyes rush into yours with puppy tenderness, and you already know that you will fall under his ministrations, as he saying, practically whining — «uhh, come on darling, a quick one?.. please»

is it possible from this point to call leon a lover of quick sex?

definitely yes, and with him it can happen absolutely anywhere, at any time and incredibly slowly, viscous sweet kisses and sticky touches on the body following his movements of his hips, and you never denied him his desire, you didn’t even think, because what can be better than being pressed by his body into some surface while hoarse moans blow hot breath on your ears, following endless chants — «thankyouthankyou sweetheart, thank y — ffuckghm»

so you find yourself pressed with your back to the soft sofa and its pillows, which are carefully placed under your head, your legs are spread and raised to the width of his shoulders, fluttering somewhere above your head when he presses his whole body into you, holding them and pushing into your sopping, spasming cunt rapidly, his balls hit the curve of your ass, and his pubic rubs perfectly against your throbbing clit, allowing him not only to drive into all your spongy spots, but also stimulate your clit, and that's all you need to cause fireworks and a pleasant tremors in your body, covering his long cock with your slick essence.

leon was in seventh heaven from the feeling of you next to him, under his body and how tight and pleasant your pussy clenched around him, slick walls sucking his long cock so deliciously, letting him pump in and out on different paces just for him to slide back in your tight heat that envelope him so good, his rentheless thrusts making you just mewl and tilt your head till your neck is hurting, while leon’s warm and slightly moist lips leave a scattering of burning kisses on your skin, nuzzling with his nose under the area of your chin only from the pleasure of being close and listening to the hail of your moans and euphoric sobs, cooing in a warm baritone — «taking it like a good girl, my pretty baby, jus' like that, suck me in your beautiful pussy»

leon's tongue always unties once he finds himself buried deep inside you, the words are still just as tender, but more lustful and burn stronger, causing the coil in the lower abdomen to tingle tightly following the wave of his purring, praising words, he expresses his adoration for you, for your cunt, to your body — kissing each area and marking it with scarlet buds of hickeys at the same time, thrusting into you at the same unrelenting pace, letting his short dark pubic hair become wet from the amount of your slick as you began to squeeze him tighter, no longer ucnlenching, spasming around his shaft rapidly and mewling out almost in a broken sob — «i'm close, lee.. mmn! leon, so close, please, go on!»

your word is his law, and his movements do not slow down for a second, he continues to cover your body with viscous kisses while your head rolls back like your eyes, your bodies simultaneously begin to sweat and you no longer feel your legs, suspended in the air while his precise thrusts continue to make his hips meet your ass, and his throbbing cock with your tight but warm and trembling walls, luring him deeper, mushy head that dribbles endlessly scratch and bump against your cervix, making you trash suddenly as he coo at your soft sobs and moans, seeing that you can't move at all — «shh, i got you, gonna feel so good, sweetheart, almost there, yeah? be good for me»

all you can do is nod, choking on your own desperate moans and clinging to his bicep with your nails, leaving a scarlet painting behind you and pressing into his shoulder while he picks up the pace, non stop slaps echo throughout the living room as he hits your spongy spots, rubbing along your gummy walls and letting your pussy slobber all over his cock and pubic hair, he teases your throbbing clit with each thrust and pump, fucking into you with numbing force and making you spasm and clamp, mewling out deeply as he grunts — «cummm, cumming, leon, i'm cummiing, mmmh!»

a deep growl slips from the shiny lips when he feels your walls clinging and tightening around his cock with an attempt to milk him, and the feeling itself triggers his own orgasm, which hits him after yours, allowing the tight coil in the very bottom of your belly to snap, clear fluids of yours cum and slick coating his shaft as he pumps more slowly, his hips moving smoothly with each movement that buries his cum in your quivering cunt, ropes of hot sticky seed coating your insides and making you go limp, accepting all he can let you have, while he growls and his abdominal muscles clench, his nose nuzzles into your sweaty, covered with saliva and scarlet buds neck, releasing a trembling sigh, either swearing or praise, but his hot breath caresses your skin and gives you goosebumps when he purrs — «shit.. fuck, it was good, darling»

you stay in this position for some time, enough for your body to completely cease to be felt, and your eyelids become heavy with fluttering eyelashes, but then leon finally rises for a fraction of minutes with a slight sigh, carefully moving away from you on his knees and slowly lowering your legs from his broad shoulders, carefully, knowing that they could go numb, so he strokes them all those couple of seconds that he lowers them, pressing his lips to the soft skin and tickling it with his light stubble, before finally allowing his cock to ease out of your warm, loose cunt, all the length of his cock shines in the mix of your shared fluids, coating him all the way to his balls as some remnants of his cum leaking out of you, and no matter how tired you and fucked out, you feel it.

stickiness and the feeling that something is leaving you causes a short snort from your lips, when you barely raise your body on your elbows, and leon immediately hold you up behind your back, sitting you flat on the sofa and pressing you to him for greater comfort, the floor is littered with your scattered clothes, the air contains the tart aroma of sweat and sex, and when your eyes meet and his blue ones look into yours extremely tenderly, definitely contentedly, you can’t help but smile, but still mutter a little sternly, earning a chesty chuckle in response — «now we'll have to take a shower, lee»

his chuckle is followed by a nod, and strong arms immediately wrap around your legs to lift you without unnecessary discomfort, without even sighing as he lifts both his and your weight, holding you to his chest with honed care and such passionate affection in his eyes that sometimes you don’t understand how it could arise in him, but then his nose nuzzles the top of your head and leaves a tiny kiss on it, and his steps slowly lead the two of you towards the bathroom while he purrs gently — «of course, anything you want and crave, my darling»

these are enough words for you to be mildly embarrassed, as if you had just recently started dating him, but all his daily tender words always cause a slight play of butterflies in your stomach, just like the first time, so you relax and nuzzle him into his chest, while he nuzzles in your temple with his nose and another tender kiss in response, seems that it's you who are responsible for the ariseness of this tenderness in him.

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ravenna-reid · 7 months ago

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Admirer from the past...

TW: blood, mention of dead bodies and stalking/obsessive behaviour

An expert crime fighter. One of the youngest CEOs. A skilled detective. As good as the Bat. Maybe even better than him.

Tim often found himself conversing with police officers and other detectives that were actually qualified unlike him. Discussing the crime scene, the criminal, the victim, and the next course of action. They all respected Tim and were willing to work together.

One night Tim found himself standing amongst the chaos of the press, the solemn faces of detectives and officers and a name written in blood covering the footpath along with other gory things... The crimson letters painting the cement were a confronting display.

It was the works of a new villain, one that had only just started doing such things two weeks ago. He was one of the most psychotic men Tim had ever dealt with. And it seemed he had a nasty obsession with some poor girl, given he was constantly leaving dead bodies and flowers strewn across Gotham City dedicated to her.

Honestly, the situation twisted Tim's stomach, making him all the more adamant on finding this fucked up guy in hopes of sparing his target the fear and trauma.

Tim kept to himself as he tried to analyse the scene, picking up clues and taking his own samples. That was until the screech of tires on the road caught his attention. Turning to look over his shoulder, he saw another well known detective pull up beside the crime scene and hastily get out of his car. And with him a woman. Tim quickly let his eyes glance over you. You wore a fitted suit, golden hoops and your hair thrown up into a french twist. Throwing your trench coat over your shoulders, you hurriedly followed the detective with an unimpressed look on your face.

"If you haven't even caught the assailant yet, why am I here Harry?" You asked before you fell into step with your co-worker and friend. He was almost like an older brother to you.

"Because, I need your input. Your analysis. This guy is a fucking nut and we have no idea how to predict what he's gonna do next."

Intelligence and class seemed to drip off of you, and Tim was immediately smitten interested in you. He even found himself wondering if you were seeing the man you had arrived with.

Surely not, he was old enough to be your father.

You and Harry ducked under the police tape, your hands in your pockets and eyes trained on the gruesome scene. Black roses coated in thick blood decorated the ground around your boots. You instantly grimaced.

Harry made his way over to the group and greeted Tim first.

"Red Robin." He said with a nod.

"Detective." Tim said back, eyes still trained on you.

You turned in a circle to take it all in before nearing the group. "So, do we have anything on this guy?"

"Red Robin managed to hack into one of the shops security systems. The one across the street. With the footage he retrieved, we can see this sick bastard commit the crime, but his face is obscured."

You were watching Red Robin as the officer spoke, a little taken aback to see a vigilante standing in front of you. Let alone one of the bats.

"Can I see the footage?" You asked, eyes gazing back at his.

Tim swallowed hard. Your eye contact was unwavering, and he could feel a blush begin to creep onto his face.

"Miss, are you even a detective or-"

"Of course." Tim cut the officer off, handing you the tablet that sat atop a police car.

"It's fine," Harry said with the wave of his hand, "She's with me. She knows what she's doing."

Tim watched you analyse the footage. The man was wearing a cap, and some sort of odd make-up was smeared across his face. It might have even be blood you thought. You attentively watched the criminals behaviour. His mannerisms. The odd tick in his left shoulder. The limp in his right leg.

"Anything?" Tim asked.

His voice was like wine and you couldn't help but breathe in his cologne. You might come along to see these crime scenes more often.

"There's something." You admit with the furrow of your brows. "The way he moves. I can't put my finger on it though..."

Tim observed the badge clipped to the collar of your shirt. Although he could read what your occupation was, your coat was covering your name.

"Forensic psychologist?"

What a stupid moment to be making small talk. He began to chastise himself and his lack of charisma, but you didn't seem to mind, much to his relief.

"Mhm. Know what that is?" You teased, anticipating the Red Robin's response.

Tim smirked. "No actually, never heard of it."

You gave a light laugh and Tim felt he had to keep the conversation going.

"Are you new at this?" He asked. "I haven't seen you before."

"Not really," you replied with a soft smile. "It's my second year."

"Yeah, and she beats everyone in the game." Harry called out with a chuckle. You tried to hide your blush, but your humility mixed with your attempt to hide your reaction made Tim like you even more.

But the longer you watched the footage it suddenly dawned on you. The puzzles snapped together in your head and left you a little shocked. Tim immediately took note of the change in your demeanour.

"What is it?"

You held onto the tablet tightly. "I think I know who this is. The twitch. The limp. The hunched form and what he's doing..."

"Holy shit..." Harry said as the others all gawked at the writing on the ground.

Tim ignored them, focusing his full attention onto you.

"Back when I was just a psychologist. This guy came to me, I'm sure of it." You looked back up at Tim now, but before either of you could say anything, Harry called your name.

"You better get over here."

You and Red Robin joined the group, and as you looked down at the name on the footpath, your soul immediately dropped down to your feet.

"What's wrong?" Tim asked, looking up at Harry then at you. But now that you had moved, the name on your badge was revealed to Tim.

Everyone suddenly turned to look at you. And all you could do was stare down at the red letters before you.

"That's my name."

Continue to Part Two here

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small-sinclair · 1 month ago

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Saint Daisy

A story based off a poll I did. The story takes place after a battle and and Gambit is part of the cleanup crew. Might make it into a series on here and on AO3! This is my first time writing for him, so be nice.

Requests for him are open.

Tw: Character death, blood, angst

The battle didn't last long in the little town. If anyone had to be honest with each other, it didn't seem to last more than an hour, but that doesn't mean that it didn't leave behind wreckage. Builds in the small street strip were either gone or had holes in them. The road had a creator in the center where Cyclops used his powers at full strength, making the traffic light hang on for dear life. Luckily, the library where children were hidden did not get touched. Storm and Wolverine put up that line and kept everything and anything away from that area. It was a team effort to keep people safe from this mutant, and they did the best they could to keep the town safe. The smell of burnt car metal and rubber filled the air along with the sounds of people working together to help each other out.

There is always unity whenever tragic things happen, and it's sad to see. There should be unity everywhere, no matter if they are mutant or not. There's a book Remy read somewhere, or a story someone told him, about how a sailor and the sea made a pack, a team, to get the sailor home to save his village from a flood. Someone told him that story, but he couldn't see their face anymore; just the voice remained. He wished he could remember that person and light a candle for them on All Saints Day in New Orleans. He would retell it every now and then, but he couldn't say who told him. They needed to be remembered...that's all he knows.

The X-Men were split into two teams: One medical and help, one clean-up. As much as Gambit wanted to be with the medical team, he knew he was needed with the clean-up. He helped move rubble up and blew a bus door open for the passengers to be free and get help. He checked his cards every now and then, knowing he would have to get another pack soon, but he would worry about that later. With a charged 7 of Clubs, he cut the bus driver's seat belt off and helped him out of the driver's seat, handing him off to a group of helpers. He was gentle with some as he moved them off the bus, helping them to the side and sorting them based off injury. Some hugged him tight, thanking him, while some shoved him off, grumbling something unpleasant as they limped away.

"Has anyone checked the seamstress shop?" An officer asked, helping an elderly woman towards the medical tent.

Gambit shook his head and answered, "No, Gambit'll check." His accent was thicker than normal today, rolling off his lips like a waterfall during a calm day. "Won't be long, promise."

The officer nods as he led the small group the library, leaving Gambit alone. The turns and began to make his way to the shop on the corner. The bricks were painted a dark forest green while the door was painted a sunflower yellow. The window was broken and the sign above the door was hanging by two screws and a wire. Even though this part of town wasn't affected by the battle, it still looked like it was part of a bomb blast by the way the window was blown in and glass scattered around the shop.

Gambit had to push his shoulder into the wooden door to get it open and walked carefully over the glass. His eyes flickered over each corner, looking for anything, then landed on the hole in the floor behind the counter. He felt an uneasy pit form in his stomach as he stood close to it and his chest tightened at the thought of looking down into the darkness. He took a deep breath as he looked forward towards a door. He didn't know what he was feeling scared or anxious; something didn't feel right.

The door opened easily for Gambit and the steps under his feet creaked under his boots. He held a card in his hand and held it up, charging it to make it glow a soft pink and red light.

"Hello?" He shouts into the darkness. "If ya need help, call out!"

He didn't like how silent the basement sounded, and he didn't like that the only somewhat light source was his playing card and the evening light from the hole from above. Gambit took a shaky breath as he walked over the stoned floor. As much as he wasn't to turn and leave, thinking there was no one, something screamed at him to stay and look by the rubble and dust. His steps were careful as he went to the pile under the hole from the floor above and felt his breath taken from his body.

Under the rubble was the back of a person, protecting something small underneath. Without think, Gambit moved the rubble, lifting the broken wood and shattered glass off the person. A large piece of wood, a beam, crushed their legs, but he was able to lift it off and toss it to the side. He looked back at the person and felt his heart ache as he saw her dark red hair and light pink dress being stained with blood. He could smell the iron and rich copper--even as he looked down at his boot, he felt sick as he stood in the woman's blood.

Kicking the glass and rubble aside, he knelt next to her. He took off his jacket and placed it over her then turned her over slowly until he was holding her in his arms. She was breathing, but it was shallow and too slow. She was going to be dead soon; all he can do is make her comfortable in the meantime. He couldn't count the times he held someone dying in his arms. He couldn't say the number that fell to his powers and how many lives he took before the X-Men, before he became a man.

But his heart began to break as the world began to cave. "Mon Dieu..."

His eyes widened as he saw the small child in her arms, a baby who looked no older than 10 days, laid silently breathing in her arms. His red on black eyes glowed in the darkness as his blood began to freeze then boil once more. He carefully held the mother close and rested his chin in her head, closing his eyes. He felt her flinching slightly, knowing that these would be her last moments, and it pained Gambit beyond words.

"Tout va bien, mon ami," he whispers, his voice cracking. "It'll be right."

"My-my daughter--"

"Shh, she sleeps fine," he answers, pulling his jacket around her tighter. "Her name, tell me."

The mother swallowed hard as tears threatened to fall. "Daisy," she whispered, holding her child closer. "I-I'm all she has."

He sits her up slightly so she could rest comfortably in his arms, her head on his shoulder and arm around her side. Gambit wanted to promise her the next sunrise, but that wasn't enough. That would never be enough. "Dat's a beautiful name, ma'am," he said, his voice soft enough. "She's jus' as pretty as you." He earned a gentle smile from her before she shuddered and tensed in pain. He held her closely, protecting her from the unseen, and closed his eyes.

"Daisy doesn't have anyone," she said, her voice beginning to fade. "She'll be alone."

Gambit shook his head as his eyes softens. "She'll live wit' me," he didn't what he was saying; he had no clue, "she'll want for nothin'."

Tears rolled down her cheek as her strength began to leave her. "...your name...?"

"Gam-- Remy," he said, seeing his red eyes reflect in hers. "Remy LeBeau." His hand slipped from her side and held her cheek. "An' you hav' my word she'll want nothin' from dis world, chérie. Gambit promises ya." He felt himself beginning to chock up as he watched her eyes grow dim and fade with the sunset. "Rest now, ma chérie. Ya did so much t'day...so much..."

She took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh of relief, her light green eyes lulling to the side and closing for the last time. He felt her go limp in his arms, her warm blood burning into his skin, and felt a lump rising to his throat. He lowered his head and kissed her forehead, letting his tears stream down her cheek. You're never the same after seeing someone die, but you'll never recover whenever a mother dies with their child in their arms. A chocked sob escaped as he lowered his head, crying into her neck, and held her tighter. He felt as if he lost his own mother, his own family, all over again.

What path would he take after this will be a long one.

He takes a staggering breath as he lowers the mother gently to the ground. He'll bury her in his jacket; he can get a new one. With shaking hands, he reached down where the sleeping child was and lifted them carefully into his arms. The little girl was wrapped in cloth after cloth, blanket after blanket, as a shield from the glass and dust. His hand trembled as he held the little head closer to his chest, letting it be close to his heart. Gambit takes a shaky breath as his finger caressed the sleeping baby's cheek and let out a staggering breath as a quick cry escaped. He brought the child closer to him and cried in her blankets.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, his voice low and strain. "I"m so sorry, cherie." Gambit felt as if something around him built up as he heard the baby coo then sleep in his arms once more. He looked down at her mother, speaking boldly and confidently, "I swear it--I promise I'll do everythin' so she could live a life worth yours." Something began to burn in his soul and it started to eat him alive. "I promise...I promise."

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Gambit felt like a fawn who just found their legs as he made his way back to the library. He tucked the baby close to him as each step felt like the rocks in his boots. His arms didn't grow tire as he carried the baby. His eyes would look down every now and then, whispering something low and Cajun. He thought about the person who read him that sailor and the ocean story, sparing a thought for them, and continue his walk. He tucked the little blanket closer over the child, his eyes watering once more. She wouldn't be alone in this world, Gambit promised and he's a man of his word.

He would give her the world that his own parents couldn't even think of doing. Remy's mind already made up a little fantasy of Daisy getting ready for a basketball game, ready to go with him with a bright smile on her face. He already thought about calling her "Spades", calling her as his own. The late nights doing homework, long drives through the swamp lands, the arguments and the door slams, the laughter and jokes--it's something he found himself craving. They type of normalcy he wanted ever since he was a boy. He saw others in the Gilde start families and settle, and that type of life style wasn't meant for him, not given. He's a mutant, a danger to some...he can't have this life.

But those thoughts faded as he heard her coo once more and yawn. He'll give it all, his powers and life, to make sure she finds the love his own family didn't even want to give him when he was born.

The first one who noticed his tired face and strained eyes was Rogue. Normally, he would call out to her and say something sweet, but he felt he would wake Daisy. He only offered a sad smile and soften eyes as she met him half-way.

He could see she was trying to form words to ask, but she closed when he nodded down at the babe in the pink and yellow blankets. She stayed silent as she looked down at Daisy then at Gambit.

"Mama died," he whispers, feeling the lump rise again. "Dis is Daisy...she ain't got anyone." He leaned into Rogue's yellow glove, closing his eyes, as tears began to fall again. "She was in so much pain, cherie. I couldn't save 'er. Gambit couldn't...he couldn't save her." He then looked down at Daisy then at Rogue. "I can't leave the belle behind."

"You sure, Remy?" Her voice was gentle as her touch. Everything about her look made him feel like he was breaking like ice under his boots. "She's just a baby--"

"I don't wanna abandoned her like my own did," he answers. "I gave my word. Ya know Gambit can't break 'is word."

"I know, but," there was a glimmer in her eyes that he wanted to capture like fireflies in a jar, "are you sure?"

He nods. "If there ain't family here, I'll take her." Gambit smiles down at the sleeping baby. "Besides, you always said you wanted a family. It's worth it, no? Starting wit' her?"

Rogue found herself smiling with him as her gloved hand brushed Daisy's forehead. "You're crazy."

"We're crazy, Mon Cherie."

"Does she have a name?"

"Daisy."

"Well," she met Gambit's eyes and said warmly, "I guess we should get the little thing checked out and go from there."

Gambit's eyes softened as he began to move, taking steps towards the library and the medical area. From then on, he knew his life would change, both his and the X-Men. Come hell or high water, nothing will go after Daisy. Even if he has to die as he hunts down that mutant that did this, he owes it to Daisy and her mother. In the rough draft of life and it starting all over again... he would gladly take the pen and write it again. If the professor tells him to give up the child, he would tell him to go to hell and fight him. This was his right and a way to give something his own blood couldn't.

"Gambit's gotcha," he whispers as they came closer to nurses and worried voices. "I'll always have you."

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maccreadysbaby · 1 year ago

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A Hundred Days to Become a Wayne

batfamily + oc insert

tw: violence

wanna start from chapter one or read more? here’s the table of contents!

this chapter was so big I had to split it in two… lol. this part was labeled “final showdown part one” in my notes, and it’s pretty tame compared to part two, so… yay

part twenty-five

❝ A GUN AND A BAR ❞

MONDAY — 12:03AM — DAY 100

BENTLEY WAS BACK IN THE ALLEYS OF GOTHAM BY MIDNIGHT. Sticking close to walls and watching the roofs for wandering vigilantes was all he’d been doing for hours. He was thankful that, in Gotham, kids walking alone didn’t get as much attention as they did in Drew. It felt like every time his father sent him to the car during a convention, someone was asking if he was alright before he even got out the front door.

Here in Gotham, he’d been walking for five and a half hours and the most he’d gotten was a side-eye.

He didn’t know where he was going — right now, he was just trying to stay on the move. He supposed he needed to leave Gotham all together. Get out of his father’s reach. But it would help if he knew anything about anything outside of the city. He didn’t have a vague clue what was what direction — he didn’t even really know what state they were in, but he did know it was in the top right part of the United States.

He shivered when a bone-chilling breeze blew over him. It was freezing, and his fingers and toes were starting to burn and tingle. They’d already been numb for a while. Not to mention that his left ankle was apparently worse off than the right — he could still walk on it, but it shot a sharp pain up his calf every time he took a step that was slowly getting more and more unbearable. He was definitely limping. He still felt like he could’ve fallen asleep standing up, and he was starting to get hungry again.

But that was all fine — he couldn’t stop now.

He pushed himself along on an empty sidewalk. There wasn’t anyone else there, for now at least, and only a shop or two on it. It was near some of the main roads, which was risky, but he liked it because of the bright street lamps. Trying to explore Gotham at midnight was hard. A car went by every now and then and he tried his best to duck into shadows or alleys.

Where was a place the superheroes wouldn’t check for him? A place a kid would never go, never even think to go. A place like-

A bar?

There was a big sign flashing on his left, over the door of a large building that had been painted matte black. It was a restaurant-bar-thing, actually. It looked newly remodeled, and he could see people bumbling around inside. The drink counter was lined with bright LED lights, and he could hear the music from outside, the beat thumping in his chest. There were no bouncers like the fancy places his father used to go to.

Well, at least no one would check there for him, right?

He pulled the glass door open with a resounding jingle, but the baristas behind the glowing bar were too preoccupied by the drunkards to look over.

He sighed in relief when the heat washed over him, and he glanced around the room. Tables were full, but nearly no one was sober except the baristas, waiters, and waitresses. There were a lot of tables, everywhere. The building was huge and extended backwards with doors lining the walls.

Bathrooms. Right off of the left wall, big and bright with massive doors. If he could get in there, he could stay there for a while without getting caught. It was times like these when being the size of a kid half your age could come in handy.

Bentley ducked and ran, pitter-pattering past full tables and between intoxicated adults toward the bathroom. He made it about halfway there completely unnoticed.

And then all his plans (which had been going freakishly well so far) were foiled when a harsh hand grabbed him by the shoulder and spun him around.

“What the hell are you doing in here, kid?”

It wasn’t exactly the man he’d expected. It wasn’t a big huge bouncer, or some bald headed marine that could flatten him in one swing. It was… a guy. A tall lanky dude that looked like he might’ve been in college, with bright blonde hair and green eyes. He had a faint Hispanic sounding accent.

Bentley said nothing.

The guy glanced around, trying to find something to do or say, and then he sighed.

“Come with me,” He ordered.

He grabbed Bentley by the shoulders and led him across the building. He thought he heard him ask someone to cover his tables but he wasn’t sure, the music was too loud.

They retreated to the back end of the building, where it was quieter, and through a little door into a kitchen. Well, not really. Some of the appliances were gone and the fixtures stuck out in their places, and the only thing that let Bentley know it had once been a kitchen were the countertops. They must’ve had a new one. Now it seemed to be holding a massive number of metal chair racks.

The man released his arm, grabbed a metal chair off of a rack, and unfolded it. “Sit.”

Bentley obeyed, plopping in the chair and bringing his knees up to his chest.

This was not how he hoped his night would go. This was a disaster. His inner clock changed from when a vigilante would find him to when this waiter would call the cops or social services.

The guy knelt in front of him, strangely similar to how Tim had at the store, and Bentley noticed his name-tag read Davis. His eyes were bouncing around his face and shining with a bit of pity. Bentley didn’t notice he’d been shivering before but it was definitely prominent now. Not to mention he had a gnarly limp. He probably looked like the epitome of pitiful.

“Are your parents here? Are you looking for them?”

Bentley shook his head lightly.

The waiter sighed. “What’s your name?”

“Whittaker,”

It wasn’t a total lie — it was his last name. Maybe didn’t want to tell him his first because he was afraid there were already missing reports floating around with his name on them. With his face on them. If there were, he was screwed. Come to think of it, coming into a place full of people as a runaway was kind of stupid.

“How old are you, Whittaker?”

Bentley pulled his knees in tighter, a bit put off by the questioning. “Ten.”

“Why did you come into a bar, kid?”

Definitely not because he’d run away from home and was trying to avoid a family of superheroes.

“It’s… warm,” Was what he replied. Davis sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a moment to gather his thoughts.

“Are you lost?” Was the next thing he asked.

“No,” Bentley replied, even though he didn’t have a vague clue where in Gotham he actually was. “I…”

The homeless lie had worked once before.

“I live out there…”

Davis sucked in a deep breath and blew it out with a faint curse. “Jesus, kid. It’s, like, thirty degrees outside.”

Bentley said nothing, but his stomach did decide to choose that very moment to unabashedly protest his lack of food, embarrassingly enough. As if the night wasn’t starting to go absolutely terrible anyhow.

Davis huffed again, and stood up, running a hand through his own hair. “Okay. Just, uh.. stay here. Don’t go anywhere.“

He made for the door and then doubled back, pointing at Bentley in nearly a scolding manner. “I’m serious, kid. Don’t move.”

Bentley watched him disappear through the doorway.

Well crap.

Could he make it back to the front door and run out without anyone noticing? Surely not. Davis was probably telling all his coworkers he had a homeless kid in the back of the bar. Plus, he couldn’t really run as much as hobble around, because his limp was getting steadily worse.

Maybe he should’ve just taken a freaking shower.

Not a few minutes later and Davis reappeared, making his way to Bentley and holding a little red basket out to him. “Here.”

It was full of french fries.

After a silent moment passed where Bentley did nothing, Davis continued: “They won’t bite you.”

He hesitantly took the basket from the waiter but didn’t unravel his legs, and the guy unfolded another chair and sat down in it. They stayed in silence for a while, during which Bentley ate a few French fries, which ended up being so freaking good.

“Are you hurt? You were limping,”

Bentley continued the practiced art of silence, choosing instead to shove a few fries in his mouth.

“You can tell me, you know. Did someone do that to you?”

Bentley tapped his shoes together. “I fell.”

More like jumped out a window, but okay.

Davis hummed in response, and it was clear he didn’t fully believe him. Bentley ate more food in an attempt to make this guy not talk to him.

Davis sucked in a breath. “You know I’ll have to call someone, right? I can’t just let you go back out in the cold. You’ll get sick.”

Bentley’s eyes flicked back up to the waiter, pausing mid-chew.

Social services? Cops? Maybe even Batman?

No. He needed to get out of here. Coming in there had been a terrible idea from the start.

He dropped the basket of fries and hurried out of the room as fast as his janky leg could bear, and the waiter shouted after him, but Bentley didn’t get very far anyhow. Because he bounced right off of someone’s chest and thudded on the floor as soon as he turned the corner.

“Bentley?”

The child glanced up in fear he’d run into a Wayne, but he hadn’t. It was a big bald man that he’d never seen before in his life, who knew his name. How did he know his name?

“You know this kid?” Came Davis’s voice. Bentley pulled himself off the ground with a little wince at his ankle, and the big man kept walking forward. The child backed right back into the room he’d just tried to run out of, and he flinched violently when Davis’s hand landed on his shoulder from behind.

“Hell yeah I know this kid. It’s my boss’s boy,” The big, bald man replied. “He’s been looking all over for him. I’ll get him out of your hair, drive him home.”

Drive him… home? Boss’s kid?

This was one of his father’s men?

It had to be. Not many other people knew Bentley existed, let alone knew his name.

“I… don’t think so,” Davis replied. He tugged on Bentley’s shoulder until he transplanted the child behind him, so he was between him and the man. “You should go back to the bar. Customers aren’t allowed back here.”

“Come on. Come with me,” The big man’s talking was directed at Bentley now, and he held out a hand. “Your dads waiting for you.”

Oh, he was sure he was.

Bentley responded by shrinking further behind Davis, and the waiter took that as a bad sign.

“Sir, you need to go back to the bar or I’ll have someone escort you off the premises,”

The big man didn’t even falter. “C’mon…” He squinted at Davis’s name-tag. “-Davis. Kids more trouble than he’s worth. Flight risk, you know?”

“I’m going to have to ask you to leave,”

His father’s employee suddenly got very angry, very fast. He stepped into the room and shut the door, and Davis stepped back, keeping Bentley behind him.

The man reached into his waistband and pulled something shiny out, something shiny that made Bentley grab onto the back of the waiter’s shirt for dear life despite hardly even knowing him.

He had a gun. An actual, literal gun.

“You don’t want this kid as much as you think you do. And you’re going to give him to me,”

Bentley’s heart started hammering again, and his eyes were stinging.

“He’s not going anywhere with you,”

“Suit yourself,”

CRACK!

Bentley shouted in surprise and terror when Davis went limp and fell right in front of him, but it hadn’t been a gunshot — the man had knocked him over the head with the butt of the pistol. There was already blood in his blonde hair.

Bentley hardly had a second to glance up at the man before there was another CRACK, a moment of skull-splitting pain, and blackness.

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forensicated · 10 months ago

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Smiffina Episodes - Episode 403

Smithy and Lewis are called to a break in where they find an assaulted male. As they move to check him over, they are ambushed and assaulted by the attackers. Lewis almost catches one of them but he receives a kick straight to the chest and falls down again. They return to the assaulted male to check him over and Smithy pulls a screwed up piece of paper from the mans mouth - it states that he is likely to be "Leo Cross" and that he's been accused of being a paedophile.

Zain is drafted in to work the case and Smithy explains the victim is an NHS worker who called the police 2 days previously as he was being harassed by two teens who were trying to get money out of him. Gina drops in as she's passing to see if everything is alright "Yeah, 2nd day back and it's already like I've never been away." He smiles. "... I meant have you got enough bodies?" Smithy smirks and explains that they've had some leads and then that he's going to check in on Morris later. Gina warns him not to hold his hand too long and has an unusual way of ending the conversation... 🤣

Later Smithy calls into the kebab shop where he got Morris a job - only Morris didn't turn up. As returns to Lewis to update him, Morris comes limping along the street. Smithy asks him what's wrong and Morris tells him that he fell - but Smithy doesn't believe him. He confesses there was a group of children on his estate that were smashing up a phone box. He intervened and then they started abusing and jostling him and then when they pushed him over they ran off. "And as usual there was never a copper around when you need one!" Smithy playfully rolls his eyes and hands him his old mobile phone, telling him to call his daughter who he hasn't spoken to since he went to prison. Morris refuses , telling him he doesn't know what he'd say to her and Smithy says if he doesn't ring her then he (Smithy) will and tells him the phone is a way that they can stay in touch themselves. Morris starts to tell him something but he stops before covering.

"I'll get a bad name standing out here talking to coppers."

Later, Lewis runs to find Smithy to tell him that there's been a call to CAD as "Morris is smashing up the kebab shop." "I don't believe this!" Smithy sighs, grabbing his stuff and heading out to the car with Lewis. When they get there the owner is upset and ranting in Greek, there's salad all over the floor and the shop is in a real mess but Morris has been able to slip out the back way and is long gone. Lewis tells him that the boss told him that Morris had a phone call with his daughter and... well, it didn't go well, and he locked himself in the toilet afterwards with a bottle of whiskey and he wants to press charges. "Course he does... how the hell am I going to talk him out of that?!" Smithy sighs.

Smithy and Lewis go to Morris' house, but he's nowhere to be seen. Lewis asks if he'd do something serious but Smithy assures him he's not worried about him harming someone... but then a call comes over the radio matching Morris' description and describing someone acting erratically under work-way on the Thames. Smithy tells Lewis to stay away and get back up but subtly so as not to spook Morris. He slowly approaches him, gently trying to find out what has happened to upset him so much.

Morris is in bits, telling him that his daughter has moved to New Zealand with her children 2 years ago. He didn't even know he was a grandad. He's had enough of being outside and says that he might as well have 'con' tattooed on his forehead and that he wants to go back inside prison.

Smithy sighs, telling him he's spent the last half hour talking to his boss getting him not to throw the book at him. "Please, Dale!" Morris begs. Smithy sighs and quietly adds. "I suppose I could get him to change his mind again." He reluctantly arrests him, adding "Are you happy now?" Morris is obviously made up. "Yeah!"

Gina tells him she's sorry about Morris and he just shakes his head, saying that in the nick Morris knew his place, everything was familiar and he felt safe. "And that's the important thing." he adds. "Knowing where you belong." As he walks off, Gina calls him back, winking affectionately at him and he grins at her before walking off.

#dale smith #alex walkinshaw #smithy #gina gold #roberta taylor #smiffina #smiffinalong #episode 403 #aml ameen #lewis hardy #morris leatherhead #bill treacher #the bill

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minniethemoocherda · 2 years ago

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Sins of the Past: Flashbacks

Summery: A collection of drabbles set in my modern au where the Bad Batch raise Omega after rescuing her from the abusive hands of their mother. In this chapter the bad batch return from their weekly grocery shopping adventure.

A/N: MAJOR WARNINGS for this chapter. Scroll if you don't won't spoilers for this chapter. Echo deals with a PTSD flashback of the car crash that caused his twin's death. I am so sorry for the angst of the past few chapters! I promise I'll focus more on the comfort than the hurt in the next chapters! Xxxxxxx

Ao3

"Careful!" Echo reprimanded as Tech drifted into their drive. The Marauder screeched to a holt, inches from their front porch.

"I did not hit any structures or pedestrians." Tech replied because for all his brother's need for precision, that was his parameters for a successful trip.

Excluding their bumpy landing, Echo did consider their trip successful. It was The Bad Batch's weekly outing to the supermarket. And buying enough food to feed five grown men and one growing girl was no small feat.

As the resident cook, Echo was usually in charge of shopping. He never minded it but he knew his half-brothers used to find it a bit of a chore. That was until Omega came along of course, who before coming to live with them had never even been to a supermarket before so she loved their weekly adventure of food shopping. And Echo couldn't blame his brothers for enjoying the most of her happiness before the novelty wore off. So shopping had become an entire clan occasion with all of them piling into their old van, which must have been struggling with all of the added weight if it's engine's continued growl despite being in park was anything to judge by.

"Perhaps we could take the Marauder into Cid's garage for a check up?" Echo suggesting, handing Omega the lightest of their shopping bags as they all climbed out of the van.

Tech opened his mouth, no doubt about to protest that there was nothing wrong with his baby when the van proved him wrong by blowing a gasket.

The tailpipe exploded with smoke, filling the air with burnt metal.

The ash went straight to Echo's head, clogging his mind with fog.

He tried to rub the smoke from his eyes. But his arm didn't respond to his thought. Why couldn't he move his right arm?

Echo glanced down to see a shopping bag fall from his limp fingers to his feet. Which didn't make any sense. Why would he have a shopping bag when he had been at a party?

Echo felt a warm tone reverberate through his side and out of the corner of his eye he could see the familiar golden brown skin of his brothers. Yet he couldn't figure who it was. There had only been Rex and Fives with him in the car. And Fives was the one besides him in the back so it had to be him, even if he couldn't make out the birthmark of his names sale on the side of his forehead or the patchy attempt of his goatee.

But Fives' hair wasn't that long and he didn't normally wear a bandana Echo supposed that they had been to a party. Maybe they had dressed up for it? Why couldn't he remember?

"... carry him inside Wreck-"

Wreck? Yes they had been in a wreck. Echo's legs swooped from underneath him. He felt like he as floating as gravity shifted around him as someone carried him inside a nearby building. Through the smog it looked a lot like Uncle Ninety-Nine's house.

They placed him down on a large bed in what Echo thought had been the living room. It felt larger than the small twin bed in the bedroom jed shared with Fives. Perhaps it was a hospital bed. Had they gotten there already? It had felt too quick but Echo couldn't get a grip on time.

At the end of the bed he spotted a child with golden brown skin and dyed blonde hair. Only one of his brothers had hair like. He kenw they were teenagers but Rex still looked too young standing there.

"... call Rex..."

Why would they need to call Rex? He was right there.

The only one from the crash who wasn't here was Fives. Where had they taken him?

"F-Fives?" He croaked, surprised by how rough his voice sounded. He hadn't remembered drinking anything at the party. Unless someone had spiked his drink. That wouldn't have shocked. He felt like he was stuck in some drug induced haze.

Echo had no concept of how long he lay there. Time seemed to simultaneously stretch and stop.

But eventually he glanced up in the doorway to see ... Rex? But that was impossible. He looked own at his side but it wasn't Rex. They were girl. But Echo didn't have a sister. Not until-

Then it all came flooding back to him.

His half-brothers. The crash. Jango leaving. Finding Omega.

And Fives

Oh God Fives.

Rex held him together as the world crumbled and reconnected itself around him.

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League of Gentlemen fic 2

This time with a Chinnery fic. (Check out the last fic post for a Ross one)

Promise the Ollie one is coming but for all of you who prefer to read fics on tumblr click 'read more'.

Enjoy my small contributions to the fandom.

Finally, finally, you could hear the vet's car pull up.

You'd called him about half an hour ago because your cat was limping, since then you've been staring out the window at every car that passed by. (Most of which were just Barbara in her hot pink taxi.)

"Hello?" A voice calls as someone you hope is the vet knocks on your door.

"Hello." You respond with as you open the door, smiling as a blond haired man stands there in a sweater and long coat.

It strikes you as weird for a vet to not wear sterile lab clothing but what do you know, vets can wear whatever they want as long as they have a tightly strapped watch.

"Where's the patient then?" He asks as you turn to lead him further into the house, silently thanking him for closing the door behind him.

You eventually lead him to a cat-carrier with your little kitty in.

"This is Miro, he's been limping." You start, opening the cage and scooping him out to present him to the vet that you fail to remember the name of.

"Oh that's not good is it?" He mutters, reaching out for you to place Miro into his arms, cradling the cat so carefully, "What is wrong with you then Miro, aye?"

If he acts this sweetly with all the animals he encounters you can't see why your brother was reluctant for you to contact him. Practically begged you.

"I'm just going to put the kettle on, do you want something?" You ask to pass the time. There's nothing you can do, it's all out of your hands now.

"No thank you." The vet says as he slowly puts the cat down and holds it in place, feeling along it's hips for any kind of crack or break.

".....You know, sometimes there is no logic...things just die, sometimes there's nothing you can do. You did everything right and still it goes wrong." Matthew Chinnery murmurs as he rubs you back.

You'd only been gone a couple minutes and poor little Miro had gone in that time, died. You couldn't explain it if you tried but you supposed that's what Mr Chinnery is trying to say.

"I don't know why I'm crying, you're the one who saw Miro die." You confess, trying to pull yourself together and look at the poor vet. Gosh he must feel so useless, an animal dying under his care.

Chinnery offers a small smile at your distraught face as he continues rubbing your back, "I'm used to it."

Reaching out you place a hand on his arm before sighing, "It doesn't make it easier though."

Matthew doesn't say anything to this but you do spend a couple minutes just in the moment before he claps his hands together and rises.

"Well, I best be off, animals need attending to. Call me again if..."

"Miro was my only pet Mr Chinnery but I might see you again. Are you local?" You explain as you both walk to the door.

"Oh yes, I cover the whole of Royston Vasey." He answers with a smile and a nod as you open the door for him and let him go through.

"On your tiny little bike?"

He chuckles at that but doesn't answer as you wave him goodbye before closing the door.

Only then realising you have a dead cat to think about disposing of now.

It's only the next day you see the veterinary again, biking past with a lead trapped in his back wheel.

"Chinnery!" You shout half-way through a friendly wave, dropping the bags of shopping you were holding.

It's unfortunate but at least it startles the vet enough for him to screech to a stop, stumbling a bit.

"God, Matthew, your bike." You wheeze, your mind flashing with the worst case scenario. You'd just lost a dear cat yesterday, you're starting to suspect you might be cursed if this dog dies.

Chinnery looks at his bike while still on it before his eyes widen at the dog and lead attached to it.

"Oh dear." He mutters as he unties the dog carefully. You watch on with a minor bit of worry but are thankful, just this once, that there are seemingly no cars in this town driving about.

"I suppose that's why people are starting to give their pet's breakaway buckle collars now..." He muses as he looks up at you, finally having untied the dog from the bike, "Now, do you happen to know who's dog this is?"

You shake your head before cautiously taking the lead Chinnery holds out for you, the man slowly shuffling his bike onto the pavement.

It's a sweet dog, though of no recognizable breed, brown, black and white with a square muzzle and short stubby legs.

"Can you take them for me? I was just on my way to a call-out." Matthew asks as he starts waddling the bike along the pavement, yourself picking up your bags to walk with him, the dog's lead still in your hand.

"...That was troubling."

"Not at all, call-outs are completely normal. I can't be everywhere at once." He admits with a light tone.

"I mean the dog. Imagine if you had ridden all the way to some person's house, the dog would probably be dragging behind you, dead."

The vet nods in agreement before sighing, a hand rubbing his chin as his smile falls.

"..Oh well, I'll be seeing you." He announces before pushing off with his bike, the cheerful look back on his face, leaving you with a random dog and your hands full of shopping.

You watch him go before taking a deep breath in.

"I'm going to call you Alex, after a friend of mine." You state to the dog as you look down at him before restarting your walk home.

"I don't think your near-death was an accident Alex, something strange is going on."

Something strange is going on. You are almost completely sure now. After wandering around, a random dog following you, and asking the people of Vasey, you keep getting similar answers.

"Oh Matthew's wonderful, he did kill *insert any animal here* though."

Could it be that Matthew Chinnery is cursed? Does he secretly hate animals?

Looking down at Alex, the dog, you press down that last thought. Chinnery is too sweet to kill animals on purpose, though training for years as a vet is really not the most efficient way to kill animals, even if he is fooling you.

"Good job Alex." You mutter, processing all you've been told today as your feet lead you home . . "Hmm, doesn't make sense..." You breathe, squinting at your notebook.

"Any clues Alex?" You ask the unhelpful pooch to your right, earning you a long yawn in response.

You haven't got a dog bed, on account of you having not owned a dog before today, so little Alex had had to find a place to sleep on your bed.

"Fair enough pup, fair enough."

It's late for the poor dog and it's late for you. Far too late to be staring at scribbles and drawings that would make very little sense to most awake brains, never-ending your exhausted one.

Rubbing the dog's head before getting up from your position on the bed to prepare for bed, you decide tomorrow you will approach Chinnery anew.

It's fair to say it wasn't an easy sleep. You're not used to the added weight of a dog lying on your legs and more than once you awoke to the sudden impression you were being held down, trapped.

Nevertheless the morning still comes and with a warming breakfast, so does your research on Chinnery.

Your finger trails over the writing on the notebook, the ink deep ingrained to the page.

It's all rubbish, fear-mongering on the supernatural about curses and curses, ailments brought on by psychic energy and blood harvesting.

Still, it's good for getting an idea of what you're dealing with.

"You don't think Matthew fell into a bog as a child, do you?"

Alex the dog doesn't respond, still pacing around the kitchen and sniffing under the cupboards.

"No, me neither."

You run a hand through your hair before sighing, closing your eyes for a minute to clear your head.

"Okay Alex, time to call in the original Alex. Classic Alex."

You reach for your phone before pausing. Stopping yourself as you think.

"No..." You conclude. Why bother original Alex when it's none of your business.

Matthew seems to have operated for years without help, perhaps he doesn't want the curse to end. Perhaps he wouldn't know what to do if it did.

Luckily you don't have to stay too long on those thoughts as your phone rings.

"Hello?"

"Ah! Sorry, is this the right number?"

You pause before answering, locking eyes with Alex.

"Depends Chinnery, did you mean to call me?"

Suspicious that the one person you were thinking about just so happens to call you.

More than that, it's stranger as you have only Alex the dog left as a pet and you don't think there's anything medically wrong with him yet.

"Matthew?"

"Yes?"

"Did you need something?" You slowly ask.

"Yes," He pauses as you imagine time wetting his lips quickly to prepare himself to continue, "Would it be okay to make a house visit after work today?"

You almost ask why but push it away, not wanting to say the wrong thing and spook the poor vet.

Chinnery must have interpreted the silence as reluctance anyway though as he quickly adds, "For the dog. From yesterday. Want to check on him, make sure he's okay after that scare."

"Of course Dr Chinnery. Come around any time this evening, we will be waiting." . . A storm starts after six. Dark and heavy, thrashing against your windows and sending a chill throughout the house.

If you didn't know better you'd think it was atmospheric. You think Chinnery is going to reveal his curse, whatever that might be, and you think the night senses it, putting on the performance fitting of such a reveal.

"Any minute now Alex, it's okay." You comfort the whining dog in your lap. You aren't working, haven't found anything yet, so you've stayed home, faced the storm with your new companion.

"Any minute..."

You hope that's true.

You also hope that's a knock on the door and not the wind hitting it.

Just as you suspected, Mr. Chinnery is standing there in the pouring rain, drenched and staring at you with pleading eyes.

"You look like you've been crying."

It's a simple statement to ease the tension before you step aside, ushering him in and looking out into the wet black one last time, shutting the door.

As you spin around your heart breaks a small fraction. Matthew Chinnery looks lost.

He's standing in your living room, dripping onto the carpet and trying to suppress his shivers. He's still got his large green coat on, though it is undone as always and seemed not to have made a difference with the storm.

"Sit Chinnery, sit." You instruct as you breeze past him and sit on your sofa, watching as he looks down, his mouth forming a small line.

"Matthew." You start, focusing his attention on you and not the sofa behind him, "My furniture has survived worse than a soaking veterinary on it."

Finally Chinnery relents and sits, only cringing slightly as he does so, knowing he's sodden the sofa now.

You nod at him before sitting yourself, carefully inspecting the room for Alex though thankful when you can't find him.

He's hopefully hid somewhere. Smart dog.

"So.." You're unsure how to start, "Animals die around you a lot?"

"Yes...any animals..until you came along.." Chinnery mutters, rubbing his chin again before glancing at you.

"You...you see, it's a...curse." He adds, voice quivering as he looks anywhere but at you.

"Or it's supposed to be!" He clarifies, obviously nervous to admit his family might actually have a curse despite the fact it's the only thing that makes sense of this nonsense.

"You are cursed?"

Slowly but surely he nods, glancing at you.

With a sigh you take out your phone and press call, "Alex, it happened again."

Chinnery looks at you like you're insane while you hum and nod along to the person you've just called.

"No, vet this time. Makes a change doesn't it." You explain as you look at the poor man, giving him your best reassuring smile, "You're going to be okay Chinnery, Alex has been through this before."

"The dog?" He asks, looking at where Alex the dog has entered, staring up at him with curious eyes.

"Okay. I'll bring the lighter." You ignore him before ending the call and focusing on Matthew.

He looks confused, concerned and overall out of his depth. It makes you want to hug him.

"Don't worry veterinary, we'll have you uncursed by tomorrow evening."

Chinnery blinks.

"...And what am I suppose to do until then? I have a full day tomorrow."

You hadn't thought of that. Real life doesn't time-skip and you need him uncursed now. (Or Alex the dog is going to die.)

"Call off sick?"

Matthew looks at you with wide eyes, "Excuse me?"

"Say you've got a rare sickness, can't see any animals or you could pass it on to them and..."

"Kill them. Yes." He nods before sighing, ducking his head into his hands.

You let him stay like that until a few seconds pass without him moving. It starts to get concerning, him sitting hunched over and not saying a word, soaking wet and shivering.

So you decide to do something.

Standing up from the sofa, barely acknowledging Chinnery's glance at you, you head to the kitchen and put the kettle on.

"How many sugars do you take?"

Matthew's a lot better now, with a warm sugary drink in his hands and his coat stripped off.

His top and jumper are still soaked, along with the rest of him, but there's nothing you can do about that.

"Better?"

"Yes, thank you." He hums as he sips the tea, still hunched over.

The storm hasn't relented, still battering down your door and windows, as you realise there's no way in good spirits you can let Matthew head back home tonight in this. Meaning you'll somehow have to convince him to stay with you.

And hopefully change out of his sodden clothes lest he catch pneumonia.

"Well, I should be heading off." Chinnery starts as he places his cup to the side, smiling warmly as he intends to leave you politely and swiftly.

"Oh no Mr Chinnery, I don't think you can leave tonight." You start, quite aware it could sound like you're trapping him here forever.

"Pardon?"

"I mean..." You pause to draw his attention to the storm outside and the sound of heavy rainfall, "In this storm I can't allow you to go home alone. Staying here would be much safer."

He has the common sense to at least think about it, lips pressed together into a line, before answering.

"I can't, I'm not equipped to. I haven't got nightclothes or anything."

"No worries. I steal my brother's clothes all the time and he's around your size, you can have those." You say, dismissing his concern with a little wave.

A second passes again as he considers this before sighing.

"Fine. One night couldn't hurt."

And so, you set him up in your spare bedroom and give him a pile of your brothers clothes before shutting the door.

Breathing out a sigh of relief you walk to your bedroom and are happy to find Alex the dog waiting for you, sleeping.

"What a night Alex."

The dog, of course, doesn't respond, not even stirring from his slumber as you sit next to him and absently stroke his fur.

"One night can't hurt." You mutter to try and reassure yourself, the fear of waking up to Alex being dead tragically or Matthew having left to brave the storm alone, both twisting in your head and making you sick to your stomach.

"I think we might have a problem!" Chinnery calls from his bedroom. It's a welcome distraction from your worries but does mean you sprint to him faster than you would normally.

When you open the door to the spare bedroom you do find Chinnery in a situation.

"I might have misjudged how similar your sizes were."

The vet is half drowning in your brother's clothes as you attempt to hold back your laughter to not awake the dog.

"At least they're not too tight." You offer, approaching Chinnery and carefully try and take his hand, pulling him upright.

When he's standing up it's not too bad, the trouser legs just present a tripping hazard and the top could fall off if he shuffled his arms around but it's not too bad you try and tell yourself.

"Has the storm subsided yet?" He enquires fruitlessly.

"They say it's going to be with us all night."

Carefully you help him to his bed so he doesn't trip, before sitting next to him.

"I mean it Matthew, by tomorrow evening you won't have this curse anymore."

He doesn't respond and when you look at him you see he's just staring at the carpet with glossy eyes.

"Thank you." He manages with a quiet voice that scarcely carries the same image of the happy-go-lucky vet he presents.

"Like I said, I've been through this before." You remind him, waving away the praise. You don't think you deserve it, not until the job's done and Chinnery can rest easy.

"No, I mean thank you. For...believing me."

You huff before leaning against his shoulder.

"You deserve it Matthew, you're a good person."

You leave him after that, the image of a veterinarian drowning in pyjamas not quite leaving you yet. It brings a warmth to your chest despite the chill the storm is trying to enforce.

Despite the warmth Chinnery brings, you attempt to push any thought of him down until tomorrow, snuggling in bed with the already sleeping Alex the dog. It's successful until an hour later there's a quiet knock at your door as it slowly creaks open.

Standing there, silhouetted by the hall light, is Chinnery.

His head is bowed and his shoulders slumped as he slowly approaches, unsure if you're awake and unaware you watch him.

"Hello."

The voice that leaves him is barely above a whisper and yet feels so loud in the silent and dark room you almost feel sorry for him.

"Are you awake?" He calls again, approaching further and unaware that you still watch him.

Once he reaches the top of your bed he pauses, taking a moment of quiet contemplation as he seemingly decides something to himself.

"If you are, I can leave. I just...I just wanted to talk.."

As he turns to leave you finally decide to speak up.

"Stay."

It's like a dagger that pierces the heart of the darkness but it does it's job as Chinnery stops his retreat, looking back at you frozen.

"What...What did you want to talk about?" You ask.

He continues to pause before reapproaching, silently asking if he can sit and sitting once you give him a nod.

"Nothing."

You give him a look in the darkness.

"What if...If it fails?"

"What?"

"What if it fails?" He looks at you as he asks this, he really looks at you. It means you can see how his eyes shine as they catch what little light is entering your room, you can see the tears threatening to spill.

"Oh Chinnery." You sigh before bringing him into a hug, your heart dropping as his body sags into the contact.

Gosh, how long, you wonder, has this man been carrying this. It was hard enough for him to admit this evening he thinks he has a curse but what more is he holding in?

His shoulders shake as he buries his head, the tension in him betraying how much he is trying to hold back.

If he was a dam you'd visualise the dam creaking, groaning under all the tension. All the tension he's subjecting himself to just to try and not be heard.

If you strain you can even make out soft whispers of apologise from Matthew in between sniffles and whimpers.

He doesn't deserve this.

You hold him close, willing all his pain away as he struggles to not break down, muscles tense as they fight his sadness.

"You're going to be okay Veterinary"

You keep holding him, brushing his hair until he starts relaxing.

This was not how you thought the night would go but you're not complaining. Not when you have an admirably cute vet hiding against your chest.

So, you slept with the vet.

You're rapidly realising that now in the increasing morning light as it shines through your window and on the face of Matthew Chinnery nestled up in your duvet, in your bed.

He looks peaceful like this, the lines on his brow softened and his mouth slightly parted in a silent snore, extremities neatly curled into his balled form.

You suppose it's not the worst thing to have happened and it is explainable, with you two being further tired from Chinnery's breakdown last night, you both slipped right off in the embrace of your bed without a thought for how it might be in the morning.

Making the most of the situation you slip out of bed and downstairs, shushing Alex the dog as you put the kettle on.

Making tea and toast you hum as Alex circles your feet in the morning sun.

"Want to go out, Pup?" You ask him and receive an enthusiastic smile.

At least you think it's an enthusiastic smile as you put a lead on him and change clothes, making sure Chinnery is still sleeping.

Sneaking out of the house before locking the door, you go on a walk with Alex.

The air is wet and silent as it is the early hours but you don't mind. You like the silence as you can hear the paw-patter of Alex and your own crunching of your boot.

You appreciate that it's not warm, it is never warm here. Alex, the real Alex, doesn't like the warm and you suppose, looking down at Alex the dog, he wouldn't appreciate it either.

Shops are opening as you walk past, nodding your head to anybody who catches your eye before being stopped by Alex refusing to move past a certain shop.

"Alex." You warn but he still doesn't move.

Groaning before giving in, you enter the butchers.

Having been here for a short while you hadn’t had the chance to enter the butchers before but now that you do, you see it's very similar to the ones back home. The same counter and set-up of meat, though the butcher is different.

"Hello." You greet to him, regretting not reading the name of the shop outside.

"Hello. Who do we have here?" He greets before crouching down to look at Alex the dog who barks happily at him.

You laugh awkwardly.

"Alex. Sorry, I haven't had him for long, haven't trained him not to bark yet." You explain before holding the lead tighter as the butcher laughs and focuses back on you.

"It's no problem, what do you need?"

You offer a smile before eyeing the meats on display, trying to figure out what you can buy.

It's all neatly labelled but eventually, as you stare and think, all the meats blend in to one pink colour.

"Umm...What would you recommend for the dog?" You eventually look back and enquire of the butcher.

He blinks at you for a moment before looking down at Alex, facial expression not changing from a neutral one.

"Liver I should think." He mutters before grabbing what you assume is liver and bagging it.

You smile before biting your lip and finally asking.

"Do you know the vet, Chinnery?"

The butcher pauses at this, eyes looking you up and down before slowly answering.

"Yes, why?"

The air has suddenly got a little thicker as he stares at you. Was he always this scary or had he suddenly become strangely threatening?

"Oh, he..umm..." You stammer before taking breath and pulling yourself together, "Is he a vegetarian? Do you know?"

His eyes narrow at you, chin rising as he doesn't answer.

You swallow as you hold his gaze, hoping maybe someone else will enter the shop and take the pressure off you. You're not that lucky though. Not even Alex takes pity on you as he continues to stare, clueless at the butcher who is staring you down.

"What do you know of Mr. Chinnery?" He asks slowly, keeping his eyes on you as he reaches down and grabs some meat with his gloved hands.

If you think it's a rude question, you dare not comment.

"Not much, I haven't been here long." You answer somewhat honestly as the butcher huffs and finally breaks eye contact to turn and wrap the meat he's picked up.

You glance down at Alex who is still staring at the butcher, mouth open and tongue lolling out.

The smell you might have thought interesting, of blood and meat, has turned rancid in your nose and yet you can't leave without paying. Even if the butcher is making you squirm, you will not falter.

"A word of advice, if I may?" He starts, turning with a bag and a smile, "If you care for your little pet's well-being, stay away from Chinnery. Strange things happen to animals around here and it's mostly his fault."

You smile back at him, taking the bag before clicking your tongue at Alex to indicate you should go, handing over the money needed before turning and walking to the door.

"Have a nice morning." He calls as you leave.

You return to a slightly more musical house than when you left. Chinnery's in the kitchen, cautiously trying to find breakfast, turning to face you as you enter.

He looks awkward but not anything more as you stare at each other, yet you feel the need to break this off quickly.

"Just...stay where you are." You instruct, looking down at Alex before moving away from the kitchen to take the dog to the safety of the bedroom.

"I'm sorry pup, you're going to stay here. I can't risk it."

Alex doesn't understand. Yet Alex stays in the bedroom as you close the door, moving to sit on your bed.

"Everything okay?" Chinnery asks as soon as you get downstairs. He's abandoned his search for breakfast and instead is now focusing on you.

You wave him off, "All good."

You can't tell him you're starting to doubt yourself. You've only known about this curse for less than a day and he's had to experience it his entire professional life, you can't let him know you're afraid.

So you just put the bag on the table and reach inside, surprised there's two packages instead of one. They both look innocent enough but in one there is an unknown meat. A meat packaged by a strange butcher who warned you about the dangers of a seemingly nice enough vet.

Still, you put both away in the fridge and smile at Chinnery as he sits down, a mug of tea in front of him.

"I thought it would be okay to help myself to the teabags," he explains.

It looks like he takes it with only a drop of milk, the liquid being a deeper colour brown than you have.

"You thought correctly. As long as you're a guest here, you can help yourself to anything."

He smiles up at you, ducking his head as he sips his tea.

"You called someone yesterday?"

"Yeah, my friend, Alex."

He pauses at this, looking upwards to the ceiling where Alex the dog is sleeping above him.

"The man you named the dog after?"

You nod, glad he got it in one.

He doesn't say anything after that, humming before going back to sipping his tea. You suppose it will continue like this, waiting with nothing to do for the rest of the day.

It's just about to turn the afternoon when you stand waiting at the train station.

Matthew had suggested you bike but you didn't have a bike and Alex, the dog, could do with more walking.

Due to the 'dog' predicament and the fact Chinnery can't interact with an animal butting it in the way of Damocles' sword, the vet had walked a few feet behind and is now standing far away from where you're stood in the station.

You'd glance at him every now and then, just stood there. It's a sad sight but one both of you agreed was for the best.

Luckily you can't continue to take pity on the poor vet as a train arrives at that moment, a cloud of steam you think is highly unnecessary and your friend is here.

You don't blame Chinnery for falling over, at least you assume he's fallen over due to the clanging sound behind you. Alex, the real original Alex, is a little intimidating.

"Alex." You greet with a smile, looking up at him as he scans the station, eyes narrowing at Matthew.

"Hey." He eventually greets back, looking away from the vet and back at you, a softness to him.

"This is also Alex" You introduce the dog as Alex kneels down to greet him.

"And he's the reason we kinda need this sorted."

Pointing with your head in the general back direction seems to do the trick as Alex hums.

He then marches up to Chinnery, you trailing behind and advising him that maybe that's not the best, glancing down at the dog Alex.

Alex, the not-dog, looks at Chinnery for a second, towering over him before asking, "Is this him? The cursed vet?"

You hum before Alex narrows his eyes, Matthew shuffling under the gaze.

"What kind of curse?" He enquires towards the vet but isn't surprised by you answering. He is putting on his best intimidating persona. (Which you do not thank him for. Spooking the poor vet.)

"Blood curse. Kills all animals he interacts with."

"Mhm, tricky one." Alex admits, rubbing his hands together.

Glancing over at Chinnery, you try not to chuckle. He's hunched over a little, almost making himself seem smaller so he can go unnoticed. You assume it's unintentional but you wouldn't fault him for purposefully curling in on himself, Alex does that to a lot of people.

Seeing the predicament the vet is in, you take pity on him.

"Why don't you go and get settled in my house and we'll leave you be?" You suggest to Alex as you pat his arm, smiling and guiding him towards the house.

He looks down at you with a raised brow and a smile, silently asking if this is really what you want to do.

Your refusal to answer tells him exactly what he needs to know as he rolls his eyes, takes the dog and walks to the house.

"Chinnery." You greet as you're once again alone with the vet.

It's amusing, to think you and him had waited all day just for Alex and now he's here, you've dismissed him just to be alone together again.

You begin your wander, taking in the town with Chinnery.

"So..." He starts as he falls in pace beside you.

"So." You repeat back to him.

"What is Alex, the real one, going to do?"

You shrug.

"Form a plan. A concrete one."

Chinnery hums as you continue, reaching the main road to the town now. In a couple of minutes there will actually be buildings and shops around you.

"And do you know what that plan might entail? I don't actually know how one goes about breaking a curse..." He admits, a little sheepish as in your peripherals you see he dips his head.

"Hmm.." You mutter before thinking, slowing your pace, "Probably passing the curse on. That's much easier than breaking a curse..."

At this the vet stops dead.

"Pardon?"

You stop just a few steps in front of him, looking back concerned.

"I think he might suggest we pass on the curse instead of break it." You repeat, not worrying yourself about the method of curse removal as you see Matthew's face fall.

Not once in your limited time of knowing him have you seen the face he's wearing right now. It's what you would imagine annoyance on his face to look like. His eyebrows are down, mouth in a tight line as his shoulders tense.

"No."

His eyes are fixed sternly on you.

"Okay."

You lie. You know your plan involves passing on the curse as well. You just agree to keep Matthew happy, let him believe no one else will get hurt.

Someone always has to get hurt though.

It turns dark before you return to your house, having wandered the streets for a significant amount of time. Enough time to run out of things to easily discuss.

"Another night in my spare room for you Mr Chinnery."

He huffs at this with a smile but doesn't comment as he holds open the front door for you.

"Lads! Come get dinner and a drink!" Alex, the original, calls through the house as you both enter.

You shrug at Matthew before walking towards the kitchen to greet Alex. He really didn't need to cook dinner but you're not going to complain.

You also see Alex must have gone out to buy drinks because you don't remember having this many alcoholic beverages in your house before he arrived.

"Alex, are you trying to get us drunk?" Chinnery asks, curious rather than judgemental.

He smiles before asking the vet what drink he wants.

"I'll go set up the supernatural movies."

You assume you're watching something supernatural. It fits the theme of this entire undertaking, plus it'll give you an excuse to see if Matthew is squeamish.

You're half way through the second movie, you don't know what it's called, when you notice Chinnery's head bobbing.

Perhaps bobbing is not the right word.

It's falling before he jolts himself awake. It's amusing.

"Matthew." You call, nudging his side just to see how awake he is.

It takes a handful of seconds before he realises what happened and turns to you with a goofy smile and half lidded eyes.

He hums as a response.

"Tired?"

He yawns slowly but doesn't respond for a couple more seconds, eventually muttering, "No...Just under stress."

You tut but don't comment, letting him go back to blankly staring at the screen.

He's got a constant grip on his bottle of drink that he sometimes drinks from but the head lolling doesn't stop and you're making your peace with letting him fall asleep down here.

It's by the third movie you take pity on him and inform Alex you'll be dragging the inebriated vet up the stairs.

"Good news, if he falls, you won't have to worry about the curse."

You roll your eyes and hook an arm around Chinnery.

He's pretty tired by the time you get him to bed, the drink making him quite the dead weight.

"And here we go!" You announce as soon as he manages to sit on the bed, shuffling to lie under the covers and get into a sleeping position.

He smiles wide at you before closing his eyes and sighing loudly.

"Good night." He breathes, eyes flicking open before they close again as he shuffles into a different position on the bed, head lying deep back on the pillows under him.

"Good night Matthew." You warmly sigh as you slowly walk away and close the door, leaving it open just enough to look in a crack.

He drifts off soon after, tossing over once and then staying there.

You watch him sleep, duvet slowly rising and falling in the non-existent lighting.

Then you whisper a small apology.

You're in a new town, one town over from Vasey.

You're here to pass the curse on and save Chinnery, whether he wants that or not.

It's the middle of the night and there's practically no one around, just you and Alex.

You'd taken the bus. (A less dramatic mode of transport than a car but Alex loves public transport and supporting it so you'd taken the bus.)

The dog Alex was also here as you needed an animal to call a vet and you were not dressing up as a cat again for one of Alex's schemes.

"Are you sure the vet we want is here?" You asks Alex as you hold the dog's lead.

He nods before taking out his phone.

"Five accounts of malpractice, multiple complaints by owners of inappropriate comments and touching. One account of assault."

"And that's just counting the ones who've come forward." You mutter.

If you are going to potentially ruin a person's life, you want them to have ruined it already themselves.

One scared phone call and a few fake tears leads you to the vet's office.

"Hello, oh, I haven't seen you before?" The vet introduces and addresses just you, not addressing your friend, instantly setting off alarm bells.

"Um, yeah, we just came from Vasey." You explain, a little cautious as usually people will address the six foot man before you.

The vet continues to just focus on you as he ahh's, eyes widening.

"I understand." He nods with a tone of amusement, "Didn't want to risk your pet with Dr. Damocles."

You are taken back by this.

"Pardon?"

The vet pauses as he looks you up and down before speaking again.

"The vet in Vasey, Mr. Chinnery, he kills as many animals as he saves." The vet explains simply as if he thinks you might be a bit slow on the uptake.

You bite your tongue at this, thinking there's no use in getting defensive for the sake of Matthew, not when you have a job that will benefit him more than defending his honour right now would ever do.

You don't speak much as the vet continues to inspect the dog Alex. You'd complained about noticing some internal issues with him, something that couldn't be seen easily.

Since Alex technically shouldn't have anything wrong with him, you just wanted to waste as much time as you could.

"You know," The vets starts as you strap yourself in for another unneeded comment.

"It is pretty hard to work with you breathing down my neck...Would you mind stepping away?" They ask, directing their comment towards Alex.

Alex glances at you, exchanging a silent note before nodding and stepping away.

You both know what this is. Why Alex was told to step away but you were not.

Alex is stood away, as recommended by the vet but he is keeping a keen eye on you. You can practically hear the sizzling of the back of the vet's head.

"The dog seems fine." The vet explains as he looks at you, smiling just a little too wide.

"Oh, thanks."

"You know, now we're alone, here's my private card."

You slowly take the card before remembering to force a smile. Your view is painted, due to the aforementioned list of charges against the vet, but right now, they just make your skin crawl naturally.

"Um, thanks. Actually..." You glance behind you to Alex, "Can we go somewhere a little more...private?"

"Oh. What do you have in mind."

The vet falls for it. They are reasonably attractive so you assume they must be use to a little flirting.

You bite your lip before forcing yourself to take the vet's hand, leading them out into the street and looking for some place dark.

You just pray Alex is somewhere close. .

"Oh hey." Alex greets behind you as you adjust your gloves again.

"Wha-" A familiar voice starts as you smile and turn.

"Shh, don't make a sound, you'll ruin the atmosphere." You interrupt as you place a hand over the vet's mouth.

You see, in their eyes, them trying to put together what's happening. Last they remember they were in a dark alley, about to force themself on you.

"Alex, look, confused." You laugh as you take your gloved hand away and look at your friend.

He's happily taking a box out of a suitcase but does glance at you with a smirk.

You're currently at your car, the vet tied up and sitting in the boot. You're far enough away from Vasey, though you were worried taking the bus back and driving all the way here would mean the vet would wake up while you were gone. Lucky for us, that didn't happen.

"What do you want?"

"Straight to bargaining." Alex mutters.

"Very nice, but there's nothing you can do to stop this I'm afraid." You inform the vet with a mocking frown. Their confusion and annoyance is quite satisfying.

Matthew told you both the tale of how his family inherited the curse, you just had to get a few drinks into him.

He doesn't half talk when he's emotional.

Cautiously you watch as Alex takes a withered item out of the box, holding it up and slowly approaching the vet.

"What...Is that?"

Despite their question, their eyes don't move from the withered necklace.

How curious, it must have some kind of hypnotic effect on vets. Curious indeed.

"I don't know." Alex starts, bringing it closer still, "Shall we find out?"

He stops in front of the vet, dangling the item so it's just in front of their face.

"Go on. Touch it."

They do as instructed, though since their hands are currently tied up they just bring their face closer to the item to inspect it.

"What is it?" They ask.

You don't have the heart to tell them.

But you do swear that same heart feels lighter the second they touch the item and Alex laughs.

You find yourself joining in, amazed at the ease as the vet looks between you two, confused and snapped out of whatever hypnotic daze the monkey's nuts put them into.

"What the fuck."

You ignore them, you smile at Alex as he puts the item away. You've written a note in the box, something to tell any who find it what it is and what it can do. You know this vet's descendants might be good, might not deserve the curse, so you have made plans.

"What did you do bitch?" The vet demands.

That breaks the atmosphere for you as you turn and glare at them.

You don't get to glare long, a forceful punch knocking the vet out as they fall backwards and Alex rubs his knuckle.

"You didn't have to do that."

"I wanted to."

Chinnery wakes up with a hangover. A throbbing in his head as his eyes water. God, he wishes he didn't drink so much.

This is not his home and he doesn't remember going to bed, yet that's the least of what's on his mind as he stumbles down a flight of stairs and into a kitchen.

Water, that's the main thing on his mind, he needs to wash the buzzing out of his mouth. So, obviously, his solution is to stick his head under the sink and turn the tap on.

It's glorious for all the two seconds before the realisation strikes him, in time with the water, that he's drowning himself.

"Having fun?" A voice booms as Chinnery tries to quickly extract his head from the sink and look at the person the voice belongs to.

Alex, the human, is standing at the entryway with his arms crossed, staring with a smile at the vet. He, Chinnery assumes, looks nowhere as bad as the vet looks.

Chinnery wipes what he can of the water, unsuccessfully, off his hair before responding.

"Sorry."

Alex snorts at this, approaching Chinnery as he reaches behind the vet to open a cupboard and grab a glass.

"Don't apologise to me, apologise to the owner of the house. You're dripping all over their wood flooring."

Chinnery looks down at the floor as more droplets fall from his face and onto the waxed flooring. He can't exactly bare the thought of trying to clear any of the water up, if he thinks about anything he might throw up.

"Drink this, it'll help." Alex instructs as he places the glass under the tap and fills it before taking out a packet of something and dropping it in the liquid.

The poor vet watches as the water fizzes before becoming cloudy.

He's not sure he wants to drink that...

He doesn't get a choice though, Alex shoving it in his hands and taking a step back, observing.

Matthew gulps before moving his gaze down to the glass.

After a few sips Matthew has to place his head back in the sink, though thankfully not with the water running this time.

Alex silently rubs his back and takes the glass away. It is hard for the vet, in-between spasms, to guess what the man is thinking as he watches him throw up in a sink.

"We will cure you today." Alex mutters slowly as the heaving comes to its end. It's not much but it's hope.

How amusing to have an elaborate plan for today that is completely unnecessary. Matthew is cured, he should have been since the other vet touched a monkey's cock and ball's last night, and yet here you three are dancing to get rid of a curse already gone.

So far you've had him bike once around town, quizzed him on veterinary practices and shown him pictures of animals.

It's not the most scientific but neither is a curse.

"Okay, time-out." Alex announces as Chinnery finishes warming his hands.

You suspect the trial by fire Alex recommended as their last exercise was more to do with him wanting to use the grill he brought than "burn the curse out" as he claims.

You don't let Chinnery know that though, though he could suspect it as you hand him a bottle of water and smile.

This entire day has been to fool the vet, you can't help but feel bad.

Still, there was no other way.

A vet must be cursed.

And Matthew had bared the curse enough for twelve lifetimes.

"How goes the trials?" You ask, having seen them all and yet still enquiring of Matthew.

He hums before answering, his hair a little untidy due to the aforementioned trails.

"Confusing."

"Yeah..." You mutter before taking a sip of your own drink, "But so are curses and magic."

"Who said anything about magic?" He asks, concerned from beside you. The slight upturn in his lip clues you in that he's just teasing though.

Rolling your eyes and slowly walking away, glancing at Alex who is reenergising himself in his own special way, you head towards your loyal dog.

Kneeling down and giving Alex the dog a small cube of liver you whisper to him, "You're doing great pup, you still might be needed."

He doesn't understand, of course he doesn't, but he gladly takes the liver cube.

You could ignore it, but the butcher's words echo in your mind as you stand up. Chinnery could cost you the pup, he could possible cost you more than that.

Is that really a chance you're willing to take?

A strong grip on your shoulder stops your thinking though as you glance up at Alex, the original.

"You okay?"

"Yeah." You nod and watch as he doesn't look convinced.

"I..." You start as he raises a brow, he already can see through you, "I'm heading to town, need supplies for the 'after'. You okay to take care of the vet?"

"Sure."

"Alex." You call as he goes to turn, "Don't torture him."

Alex doesn't respond, giving you the answer you need as you sigh and sneak one last look at Chinnery before he is seemingly tortured by your friend for no purpose other than entertainment. .

No one will know why you went to town, you made sure of that, and no one will know what you did.

Heavy is the head that bares the crown, but heavy is the soul that holds secrets.

....You're not making any sense. You know this. Perhaps this is the reason why you strived so hard to cure the local vet. He seems the most normal person in this silly little village. If you remove his curse, he'll be similar to you when you originally came here. Maybe you were just looking for someone like you, to help you hold on.

You return to Alex laughing with Chinnery, a drink in both their hands.

"He is surprisingly fit." Alex comments as you sidle up to him, taking a sip of his drink.

"Well what did you expect, he cycles everywhere."

Alex stares down at you.

The day has carried on, not caring that you still have 'tests' to perform, and so Alex's face, stern and serious, is shaded by the drop in light.

"You did not tell me that."

If you knew any better you'd think you saw a spark of warmth in Alex's eyes at the information. A kindred spirit.

Swiftly the spark is gone as Alex downs his drink and nods to himself. You briefly wonder what his rush is until you see his eyes fixed on your dog.

"Is it really time?" You can't help but ask. You know, logically, you must perform the final test now or the sun will get too low to do it today, but you had hoped this moment would never come.

You keep it a secret from the poor vet, who is still casually sipping his drink, but you still have doubts he is cured.

"It is now or never. I think you will be okay with now rather than never."

So you steel yourself to participate in the last act in the curing of Matthew Chinnery.

.....

"What are they doing?" Chinnery asks as they watch you walk away from them.

Alex doesn't answer. You both have faith the vet will figure it out.

"You could be cured." Alex states to the vet, a small smile on his face as he looks down at him.

Chinnery doesn't want to get his hopes up but he can't help but smile back at the idea.

The sky seems clearer now.

"Okay, final test." You announce, carrying the dog Alex towards the pair.

Matthew steps back as you approach, eyes wide and focused on the small dog.

"Are you...sure?" He says.

He doesn't ask, it's not a question, he's far too scared for it to be a question as he watches the man Alex is named after ruffle the dog's head and prays the animal doesn't approach and suffer a terrible fatal fate.

He can't do this. He can't take the risk. He can't be responsible for another death.

"Matthew?" You call as you finally notice him backing away, eyes fixed on the dog.

"Go reassure him he's cured." Alex instructs with a flick of his head to you as he takes a hold of the dog Alex.

You nod before carefully stepping towards Chinnery.

"It's okay Chinnery, you're cured."

"But...how do you know that?" He asks as he steps back again.

Alex the dog barks at him.

"Matthew."

You hands are up, you approach him, ironically, like a spooked animal.

"I..I..I can't."

"Matthew."

"Not again...not again."

"Please."

"Never again. Never. Please don't make me go through this again."

Finally you reach him, quickly grabbing on to his coat before dragging him against you.

"What if I fail?" He starts, voice trembling as his face is hidden in your shoulder.

"What if you are cured?" You argue back as he sobs.

The situation mirrors the first night he spent with you. Just like then, you stay silent and give him time.

It is only human to fear the unknown but you intend to turn his fear into certainty as you pull away.

"You can do this. Surviving with this curse wasn't easy but you did it. Now, Matthew, it is time to live without the curse."

He can't help but stand still for a minute, his eyes finding the dog as his mind focuses. You understand.

He doesn't speak, for fear of the words giving him time to change his mind as he approaches both Alex's slowly and carefully.

He slows as he gets closer but he does not stop, he can not stop now he has come so far.

And eventually he reaches the dog.

He touches it and smooths its fur. He smiles and waits.

He waits for ten minutes before it becomes fifteen. Until eventually death doesn't come and Alex the dog is thoroughly confused.

With a smile so wide and a heart so light, you could forgive Chinnery for taking a flight of fancy for a moment as he realises what this means for him.

And all because of you.

That's the only way you can explain reasonably why the second it click in the vet's head that he's officially and unequivocally cured, he rushes to you and kisses you.

It's quick and stupid and oh so bright.

The sun couldn't outshine Matthew Chinnery that day.

#league of gentlemen #the league of gentlemen #chinnery #matthew chinnery #league of gentlemen fic #ao3 #fanfic #fic #x reader #believe me #i don't like doing reader inserts much more than you like reading them #but someone's got to try and produce content for this dead fish

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