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starshipsofstarlord · 1 year ago

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How To Weaken a Man

Summary - you were going to get what you wanted, Daryl however was going to have to wait. He was deserving of a taste of his own medicine, after him constantly being in charge, it was time for a change (3.3k)

Warnings - 18+ MDNI, smut, brat taming, oral (m+f receiving), unprotected sex, teasing, daryl being a total boob man, hair pulling, spanking

daryl dixon + norman reedus works main masterlist

It was an obvious distraction, or at least Daryl thought; it was in fact life threatening for you to be wearing a low necked vest that accentuated two of the greatest curves of your body.

He was going to die. That much was clear.

The archer dryly licked his lips as he avoided studying your silhouette, knowing that if he aimed his eyes in your direction, he wouldn’t be able to focus on Rick’s plans to reinforce the walls of Alexandria to stop another swarm of walkers breaking through.

This was important! It was the same thing he kept reminding himself, as he listened to the chiding voices eliciting ideas, and he was consuming the words through his ears, until your own unmistakably broke in, causing the man to gulp.

He was weak, despite being one of the strongest survivors in the room, and your body was his kryptonite. Sure, it was a warm day, however he was mentally cursing your choice of attire.

Your decision of clothing was cruel, more so as you leant across the table, talking away as you watched as Daryl stared at the ground. The act made you smirk - you had clearly affected him, and whilst that hadn’t been your original intention, you were still sure as hell going to take it as a victory.

He had to look, he could never help himself and this time would be no different. The man was stuck in his ways, and whilst he was attempting to postpone caving to them, you knew his weaknesses far too well.

And you felt pride swell in your chest as your lover slowly drew his wolfish eyes in your direction, tracing the outline of your body with his intent pupils, the meeting was almost over, and he was aware that he would soon be met with his demise. And then his control would too be gone, vanquished to less than dust due to your vixen like ways.

But you wouldn’t be as kind as he anticipated, you were going to make him wait until he had turned into a completely feral man, whom would do anything to touch your flesh. It was a taste of his own medicine in which he would receive, and boy was it going to be sweet!

Blindly you plucked your bottom lip between your teeth, grazing it with the edges of the porcelain within your mouth as you maintained eye contact, for just a moment longer, until you returned your attention to Rick, brushing your tied up hair that had grown out a little longer than before across to your opposing shoulder, exposing your right collarbone.

You were a damn tease, Daryl thought, suddenly wishing that he hadn’t insisted that you had gotten your ass up and out of your house to attend this meeting. And then it clicked in his mind, this was your revenge.

He had practically dragged you here, and now he was the one suffering from the effect of his own actions. Perhaps he deserved it, he sure as hell knew that you had a tendency to be sly when it suited you, surviving had moulded you into a malleable creature who could adapt to her surroundings. And you were adapting into a distraction for him, he gruffly shuffled in his seat, adjusting his legs beneath one of the tables in the room to soothe his growing erection.

It needed to go away, sooner rather than later. The last thing he wanted was to be humiliated by his apocalyptic peers for being attracted to his damn wife. It’d be something he’d never hear the end of, and some of them such as Eugene, were annoying enough without picking fun at things that were out of his control.

And so he cast his eyes away once more, prioritising his line of sight upon the floor, and more importantly, out of your direction. “Okay.” He heard your voice speak out, and as he briefly glanced at you, he noticed how you were now stood upright, with your arms folded across your chest, pushing your breasts subtly together. “Me and Daryl will see what materials we can find, we’ll take a truck and see if we can salvage anything from nearby.”

“Sounds good.” Rick nodded at you, completely clueless to your underlining schemes, as both you and the archer had done the same previously when you were upholding yourselves in the prison. And that, now that Daryl remembered that past experience, was of a similar nature.

You had seemed completely innocent the first time you had suggested that you and Daryl trekked out to scavenge for building supplies, however that hadn’t been your only goal. Due to the ever growing population of survivors that had been allowed to thrive beyond the fences, it was difficult for you and the brooding man to ever get some alone time, so when you had seen an opportunity to, you took it.

It appeared to be brewing from the same source within this instance, considering that work within Alexandria was infinite, more so now since the walkers had effectively flocked through. There had been some makeshift barricades put in place for the time being, however there was need for it to be reinforced to the maximum security so that the parade of the dead didn’t force themselves through an encore.

He expected you to wait as the attendees of the meeting, however you left with the rest of the flock, leaving him to his lonesome as he then was in an empty room, with the exception of Rick who confusedly watched him. “Are you okay brother?” He enquired, a soft frown attuning to his features.

“Fine.” Daryl responded, thanking whatever force above that his problem had returned to its unaroused state. He clapped his palm on the table as he stood, nodding to his friend before he bid him a short goodbye in the words, “I’ve gotta catch up ter y/n/n.”

Rick was silent as he watched his friend leave the room, chasing after his wife which made the man smile. It was a strike of luck that they were both here, and that they had each other to rely on, even when it came down to something as simple as finding anything useful to reinforce the borders of the place that had become their entire group’s home.

The man however didn’t know that this was just a fraction of a drawn out game that the woman was playing, although Daryl could see right through you as you swayed your hips with every step that you took towards the gates, Daryl’s crossbow on your hip prompting the notion that the two of you weren’t going home before your trip and resolving your lust for revenge.

“Oh. You’re finally here.” You stated, practically undressing him with your eyes as you looked Daryl up and down, prior to shoving his weapon into his own hands, and picking up your own where it was laying in the trunk of the pickup.

“Yeah. I ‘m.” He responded, squinting as he looked down on your conniving form, untrusting of your avid bluntness towards him. After all, the only thing that he was guilty of was dragging your body down the mattress to ‘entice’ you to comply with your attendance of an important matter. “What’s wrong with ya?” Daryl asked, watching as you coyly cocked your head, an almost invisible smirk stringing itself on the corner of your lips.

“Nothin’. Now come on Dixon, I know a good place…” you lightly patted the side of the empty truck, swinging the drivers door open, not feigning any attention to the small furrow of his brows. “Get in, today you’re my passenger princess.”

Before Daryl had time to argue with your assumption of being the one behind the wheel, you had already slammed the door behind your figure, giving him no space to argue. Otherwise he was certain there’d be whispers among the Alexandrians if he were to haul you to the other side, as none would have the confidence to defend one Dixon against the other.

“Passeng’r princess my ass.” He mumbled as he trudged to around the front of the vehicle, making sure to slam the opposing door shut after he had seared himself. “Yer up to somethin’, and I dun know if I like it.” Daryl spoke to you, crossing his arms as he watched you turn the keys in the ignition, and without much wait, you were already steering out of the gates after they had been opened for your departure.

“You’ll like it, trust me.” You shot your husband a wink, seemingly knowing exactly the route of your journey. He silently sulked in the seat, kicking his legs slowly out as he decidedly chose to ignore you and focus his eye sight out the window. He was mildly ignoring you, and his behaviour only made you more eager to get him in the position that you wanted.

He said nothing, muting himself for the entire drive, with the exception of a grunt every time that you placed your hand on his thigh, which ended in him shrugging you off. You leant forwards, taking a risk and driving off road, which made the vehicle jut up and down, and with each disturbed movement, your chest rapidly rose and fell in a pattern of bounces.

That was what drew his curiosity, and he realised as soon as he noticed your breasts lifting out of the truck’s rocky accord, that this was all still your attempt of teasing him. His elbow rested against the bottom of the window on his side, as he brushed some of the hair that was falling in his face to the side.

“The hell ain’t you on the road?” He huffed, aware that your route of feminine prowess could cause a flat tire. As he glanced to the back seats however he noticed a spare shoved behind his chair, and so once again, you continued to be one step ahead of him.

“Told you I knew a good place, you should have more faith in me baby. It’s an old garage, we can strip the walls there,” or yourselves, you thought pointedly, slowing down the speed in which you were going as you grew closer to the coordinates that you had visited a couple times to bring home additional fixtures for his bike.

“Do have faith in yer, when ya ain’t focused on seducin’ me in the middle of nowhere.” Daryl knew that he wouldn’t be able to deny you for the entire time whilst you were alone. It was never his strong suit, and he could feel a primal pit in his stomach stirring as he imagined all of the ways that he would put you in your place and remind you that you weren’t as clever as you were convinced you were.

Most nights when the two of you had the chance for some alone time, he would have you writhing beneath his fingertips, physically drooling and being vocal in your need for more. “Seducing you?” You laughed, your mouth crooking as you contained a maleficent smile. “I hardly have to seduce you Dar.”

He felt him sinking into his seat as he grunted softly towards you, as he was all too aware that it was the truth. After all the hunts that he would return from, he would come home, and prove how much he had missed you, even if that meant awakening you from your slumber to lay some love on you.

“Whatev’r.” He replied, throwing open the door on his side when you had pulled over, and heading straight to the garage that was no doubt located to help lost travellers between towns. “Can’ blame me for findin’ ya attractive. But ya can blame me fer punishin’ ya later for this behaviour.” He threatened you, allowing you to catch up to him, before he undid the latch on the small garage, hoisting the metal door open.

He had his crossbow ready, in case there were any walkers lurking within the depths of your location of impure fantasies, noticing there being bikes tossed on their sides, numerous parts missing. “This where ya find all my parts?” He quietly questioned, as you held your own weapon next to him, eyes scanning every inch of the undisturbed atmosphere.

“Obviously.” You responded, going through the entire mass of the abandoned workplace, until the both of you were certain that there were no undead inhabiting the interior.

“We should’ get tha’ door,” Daryl gestured to the entrance that you had closed behind your entry, however you gripped his arm, taking a couple steps back until you were cornered by the benches that were decorated with askew tools. “Ya don’ think that’s a good idea, princess?”

“Not yet.” You confirmed, seating yourself up on the workbench, pushing some of the metal utensils out of the way as you lay your gun down flat on the cold side, eyeing Daryl as though he was your last meal. He looked obscurely at you, gulping as he walked between your legs, crossbow slung over his shoulder as his rough and expended hands played with the bottom of your tank top, his azure gaze now locked onto your chest.

The top of your bra was visible, the fabric of your shirt having heaved itself down as you pulled yourself atop of the unit to sit, as you swayed your legs mindlessly, brushing your boots upon the side of his legs. “And why’s that, huh?” He asked, all knowing of the reason, unfazed by the mud that was now being sketched along his trousers.

“Because I want you.” You answered him, eyes boring into his face as you blocked your vision for only a moment to bring your shirt over your head. “And I know you want me too.” His hands had crawled searingly up your sides, to your back where he unclasped your bra and tossed it onto the ground, leaving your breasts bare for him to take in.

Daryl could feel himself ignite into a state of arousal again, as he covered your chest with his palms, squeezing at the supple flesh. It had been all he tried to keep off his mind during the excruciating meeting, and now he was finally alone with you, everything he wanted right in front of his eyes.

“I always wan’ yer.” He replied, leaning forward to press his mouth against your own, circling your nipples with his thumbs, his brows shooting up as you wasted little to no time in pushing your tongue into his mouth. He released a groan, drifting his hands down to pinch at his thighs, but as he did so, he felt a sharp tug to the roots of his brunette locks.

You had just pulled his hair. “Well if you want me that bad Dixon, you’re going to do exactly as I say.” You demanded, your fingers still entangled in his hair as you pushed the man’s face down your sternum, his lips tracing every millimetre of your flesh until he reached your hardened buds, excitedly enveloping them within his mouth.

“I’ll do wha’ I wan-“ you had cut his argumentative rapture of dominance short as you once again pulled sternly at his roots, forcing a whine to escape the burly hunter. He was going to do what you wanted, and clearly your insurance of enforcing your husband was working.

“Well, what I see what you want is to make me your very happy wife.” You enticed him, holding your hands upon your partner’s shoulders to descend him to his knees in between your legs. The peripheral that you had was one that lived within your personal fantasies, and something that you had never revealed to Daryl. But it appeared that he was on board with your reversal of roles, as he pawed desperately at your jeans, and you aided him by unbuttoning them, the two of you working as a team to pull the worn denim down your legs.

“I do.” He bespoke, pressing hungry kisses along the inside of your thighs, his nose running along the damp cotton of your panties. “Want to make yer the happiest wife in the world.” Daryl slid your underwear to the side, revealing your already wet core to his glazed irises, as he hardly gave you a moment to order him around before he dove straight in, tongue first.

“Fuck, Dar.” You keened, running your hands down to have both of them gripping wantonly at his hair. “You’re so good at that.” You reassured him, pushing him between your legs further, your thighs squeezing either side of his head. He suctioned your clit between his lips, causing you to lean your back against the wall behind you, your head lightly hitting it too as you lived through the pleasure that ran through your veins.

You were growing closer to your release, however despite your body prompting you to chase it, your mind made you push Daryl away, and when he looked up at you, there was disdain written in his eyes. With shaky legs you managed to slide down from where you had been sat in your ecstasy, and pushed Daryl in your place. “It’s your turn now baby.”

He rubbed at the scratchy hair at his chin, accidentally spreading your wetness across the lower half of his face, as his chest rose and fell as he watched you until you were now on your knees. His hand ran through your hair, patiently waiting as you unbuckled his belt, and proceeded undressing his legs until all of him was on display, his hard cock bobbing on its own accord in your face. “Do-“

He had no time slot to give you commands, as you had already engulfed his cock within your hollowed cheeks, allowing the tip to hit the back of your throat. His hips followed your rhythm, chasing after the warm and suffocating pleasure that your mouth provided his length with, and as he gazed down at you, he felt proud. You of all the surviving population within the messed up world were his wife, and from before you had gotten married to the present, you always had the habit of surprising him.

Daryl knew that he could be a difficult man to put up with and understand at times, but you never needed an explanation to know what was running through his mind. He felt disappointed as you removed your lips from around his cock, however he had learnt previously from your attitude not to voice. Instead he was just going to do what he wanted, and as he watched you stand, in the midst of a second, he had you bent over the workbench, in a vulnerable position and at his famished mercy.

He clicked his tongue, as he leant over your form, one hand beneath you cupping your breast, as the other warningly stroked your ass. “As fun as tha’ was sunshine, I ain’t gonna let yer be a fuckin’ brat whenever ya please.” His voice was husky with his southern accent as he spoke dangerously in your ear, his cock pressed up against your backside, as you huffed frustratedly.

“I’m not a brat.” You rolled your eyes although he couldn’t see, however your entire body jumped in surprise as he clapped a hand firmly down on your ass, and your breathing increased. “I-“

Much like how you had been silencing Daryl’s defences, he had repeated your actions, exonerating a moan from your throat as he slid his cock through your walls, filling you up perfectly. Any confidence you had from previously having power over him had vanished, as it was all too clear that Daryl had gained back his control.

“Yeah, ya are. Bu’ you’re my brat.” Daryl grunted, finding satisfaction when he heard nothing in reply other than your moans and the sound of his name tumbling from your lips. A smirk found prize on his lips as a thought slunk into his mind, and his hand raised, tugging at your hair. “Now be a good girl and do as I say.”

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valentinetypewriter · 1 year ago

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The Lion And The Snake - Chapter One

Summary: the Black siblings and the Marauders hate each other, and nothing and no one will ever change that, well at least that's what they think

Main Masterlist // marauders era masterlist

Notes: I'm changing the Yule ball to be an annual thing and not a triwizard tournament thing. Also I'm not entirely fluent in French so I'll be using google translate, so I apologise if anything is incorrect. And lastly I'm adding in just a random oc that will become more important later on - let me know your guys thoughts on this fic in the comments

Warnings: bullying, fighting, mean Marauders, slytherin Sirius, badly translated French

Word count: 1,944

The problem with Gryffindors in general was that if you weren't in their house they didn't seem to think you were worth their time, they were all so self assured and confident in a sort of 'I'm better than everyone else' sort of way, and even the Slytherins got along with the other two houses better than Gryffindor. The worst of them though was the infamous Marauders, a trio of rowdy (and incredibly annoying) Gryffindors. James Potter, Peter Pettigrew and Remus Lupin, everyone in school knew of them, even the ones who couldn't care less, though it was for all the worst reasons. The three were always pulling off cruel and idiotic pranks on other students, their preferred targets being pureblood slytherins. They were nothing more than over the top bullies who had no sense of boundaries, even within their own house.

Though the Marauders, and most gryffindors, often thought the problem was with Slytherin. They were after all the evil house, nothing more than obsessive purebloods who would marry a cousin before even thinking of marrying a half-blood, well that's what they thought of them anyway. Their favourite targets were a set of twins in 5th year, a year younger than them and quiet too, not many friends to talk to about being bullied either. Their targets were none other than Regulus Arcturus Black and Y/n Vulpecula Black, who tended to stick to themselves, which meant that the only friends they had were the friends of their older brother. Though Sirius nor his friends had any problem with the two kids hanging around them, especially if it meant they wouldn't be targeted by older Gryffindor students.

Unfortunately today was not a lucky day for the twins, as they were on their way to their Divination classroom a loud and obnoxious voice rang out from the end of the hallway "well if it isn't my favourite little twins" the two sped up before even looking behind them, the only thing they didn't account for was the much taller and intimidating boy who was waiting around the corner at the other end for them to approach. "What's the rush" large hands rested on their shoulders, the two stayed quiet glaring up at the boy. "Oh thanks for catching these two moony!" The short blond haired boy said with too much joy for someone so terrible. Regulus was the first to speak up "what the hell do you three want" his voice was harsh and clearly irritated "well little spitfire is that anyway to talk to upperclassmen, and to think we were going to be nice to you today" James slung his arms around them, squeezing himself uncomfortably close in-between the two kids "yeah sure, we totally believe that" the young boy bit back, shoving James's arm off himself. "You know what lads, I think we should teach these little punks how to respect their elders" Remus said, shoving the twins back around the corner. "You know moony I was thinking the exact same thing" Peter piped in, opening a closet door behind him. Of course James quickly caught on "wormtail, moony you two are genius" the brunette quickly shoved the two into the closet before casting a locking spell they wouldn't be learning until next year. The young girl was quick to bash on the door "let us out you dicks!" The tall scarred boy moved closer to the door "oh sorry little vixen, you two had your chance, we have to teach you some manners that your parents clearly aren't" she could hear the three boys laugh with each other before their voices faded out as they walked off. The young girl let off one last kick to the door before looking towards her brother "how are we supposed to get out?" She sounded defeated. Regulus was quick to move around the room, shoving things away to make space on a shelf. He grabbed a piece of parchment and his quill from his bag, he quickly wrote onto the paper before casting an enchantment on it and slid it under the door "I sent a letter to Sirius and I added a small map that'd lead him to us".

The twins sat down together, talking mindlessly about classes before ending up on the topic of who'd they take to the Yule ball "I don't think I'll actually go this time" the girls brother looked up at her "but Y/n you didn't go last year either" she just shrugged "I just don't have anyone to ask, and no one asked me last year, I doubt it'd be different" the boys shook his head "Evan seems to have taken a shine to you, I think he might ask you" Y/n let out a dry laugh "I highly doubt that Reggie, I'm sure he'd ask Barty before me" the boy was cut off before he could respond by the door slamming open. Outside stood their older brother, slightly out of breath and his curly hair a mess "are you two alright, they didn't hurt you did they, je vais les tuer" the two shook their heads "no we're fine Siri" y/n said, walking past her older brother to exit the closet "right well I'll get you two to class safely". The walk to their classroom was quick and Sirius was even quicker to try and walk off before being stopped by Regulus "oh and Sirius, try to not beat anyone up this time" he had a wolfish grin on his face that screamed trouble "I promise I won't personally lay a hand on them".

Divinations went by quickly, as did most of Y/n's classes, and lunch quickly came around. She was walking from charms class, one she happened to not share with her brother, to the great hall. On her way there she saw a few students running around her, all heading towards the courtyard, yelling about some kind of fight. At first Y/n thought it was just another duel between two students, that was until she got closer and heard the violent sounds of skin hitting skin. She pushed through the crowd hoping her worried thoughts wouldn't be true, unfortunately they were very true. Fighting in the middle of the courtyard stood none other than the Marauders fighting with Sirius and his Friends, Barty, Evan and another pureblood slytherin girl he was close with, Sabrina Sallow. Well it was more Sirius watching his friends beat up the Marauders then anything, he stood there, leant up against a tree with a bright grin on his face "you know I would give nothing more then to bash your heads in for what you three did, unfortunately though I made a promise not to lay a hand on any of you". Y/n could at least give him that, the thing about Sirius is that he always kept his word, he also always found a way around the things he'd promise. The fight was pretty brutal to Y/n, the fights she was used to were sanctioned duels, not something so muggle like. She had seen them all do horrible stuff that'd bruise or scar, they scratched and punched and pulled on hair, Y/n was even sure she had seen Barty bite Peter on the hand. It carried on for a bit longer until the terrifying voice of Professor McGonagall rang throughout the courtyard "what on earth are you all doing!" The six fighting students all pulled themselves up, a bit of shoving here and there "my office now, all seven of you" none of them made even a sound of disagreement as they trudged off to her office. As they walked off, Sirius saw Y/n in the sea of students, giving her a thumbs up before continuing on. "The rest of you clear out, I'm sure you all have much better things to do" once she left the students were quick to disperse, now there was no longer anything entertaining going on, a few lingered to continue their lunch outside. Y/n though went off to find her twin, to tell him about what she just witnessed.

Y/n was quick to find her brother, sitting in their usual spot under a large tree in a normally empty courtyard. The girl quickened her pace slightly at the sight of him, when she reached him she practically threw herself onto the bench "you will not believe what just happened" Regulus looked up from the book he was writing in "oh, did you find James snogging a boy again?" The girl rolled her eyes at her brother "no not this time, it was actually to do with Sirius" he closed his book, placing it back into his bag "was he the one snogging a boy" Y/n hit him on the arm slightly "will you stop talking about boys snogging each other, no I saw Sirius in a fight, a physical one, well sort of, it's was his friends actually, they were fighting those stupid Marauders and he was watching" his eyes grew wide "he did what, did he get hurt!" Y/n shook her head, smiling at her twins worry for their older brother "no he didn't get hurt, they all got into trouble though, with professor McGonagall" Regulus sighed "of course they did, I'm sure they will all be stuck in detention for months" he stood up pulling his book bag over his shoulder "do you want to go find Sirius and the others, we can either congratulate them for their stupid bravery…" he paused for a few seconds mulling over his options "or we could go reprimand them for getting in trouble" Y/n beamed up at the now standing boy "you know what, that sounds wonderful Reggie". She wrapped her hand around his arm, quickly pulling him in the direction of the Slytherin common room, hoping that Sirius would be there.

The twins arrived at the common room, their heads darting around the students inside before landing on the group they were hoping to find. They all sat by the large fireplace, and despite just getting in trouble they all held prideful looks on their faces as they talked about how many hits they got in. The two approached the group, sitting down on one of the open couches. "You know you're all unbelievably stupid right?". The four teens looked over at the younger students "yeah but we won though didn't we lads" barty said slightly shaking Evan who was sitting next to him, Sabrina and Evan were quick to agree. Sirius though just looked over at his siblings smiling "I couldn't just let them get away with what they did" they both smiled at him "We appreciate that Siri but you can't keep getting in trouble for us" it was obvious to both his siblings that Regulus was worried about Sirius, even if he would never admit that. "Well you look like you need to rest, that adrenalin will wear off soon and you three will be in a whole lot of pain". Barty, who was always over dramatic, threw himself over the twins "tell me doctor, will I live to see another day" his Scottish accent thick in his fake tone of sadness. Y/n lent down to make eye contact with the lanky teen "not if you keep biting people, you feral boy" he laughed as the girl shoved him off. "She's right though you lot should head to the medical wing, I'll make sure they get to class alright" Barty stayed laying on the sofa until Sabrina and Evan dragged him off

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xxsycamore · 2 years ago

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𝘏𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘏𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘖𝘧 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘦. . . GILBERT X GN!READER

►"Hey Gilbert, today is about doing things for each other, right? Is there something you want from me?"

Gilbert x Gender Neutral Reader • rating: G • wordcount: 986 • tags: fluff; holding hands; dates; Valentine's Day • masterlist

a/n: Happy Valentine's day! This fic was meant to happen waaay earlier, but where I am it only snowed properly like last week, which was the needed boost for finishing this. Now it gets to be a Valentine's Day fic! Prompts used are "I said that I'd teach you how to ice skate, I didn't say that I know how to ice skate." (#6, fluff list, 'Tis the Season of Love by me and @voltage-vixen ) and "Are those hearts in your eyes that I'm seeing?" (#9, Be My Valentine CCC 2.0 by me and @chaosangel767).

I really just want to see Gilbert having fun in the snow. Hope you enjoy ❤

The temperatures dropped drastically the night before your date with Gilbert.

The soft crunching of snow under your feet is surprisingly welcomed today, and the weather is not cruel enough to take from your excitement.

Gilbert hums an unfamiliar tune as he walks by your side, your hands separated by two thick layers of glove but clasped together all the same. The way his fingers would be freezing to the touch when without a glove to protect them from the cold, you can't demand for feeling his skin on yours. Not because it's not pleasant, no, you just want him to be as warm as possible, at least while under your watch.

The carriage is far behind your backs now, and even if Gilbert took something with him upon your departure, you still suspect this might turn out to be just a nice walk, after all. And if that's the case, then surely a nice walk it is - hills upon hills of snow-covered evergreens outstretch in the distance, and you feel tiny where you stand, alone with Gilbert. The way he always carries himself in tar black from head to toe, you'll never lose sight of him even if you were to let go of his hand. Not that you have such intentions.

Tiny snowflakes fall from the sky, so tiny that they remind you of specks of dust dancing in an ancient library. The sky is bright too; a second more and the snowflakes will completely cease to fall, maybe even the sun would peek behind a cloud to see where your mysterious date leads to. You're just as curious. And as Gilbert remains unusually quiet still, you're closer and closer to begging him to spoil the surprise.

You are too concentrated on the man by your side and his adorable little swinging of your joined hands, to notice the change of scenery.

"I didn't know there was a lake here. I haven't explored much, haha…"

"The books were more interesting?" Gilbert tilts his head, giving your hand a soft squeeze. Without waiting for a reply, he lets go and takes a step ahead on his own, at the very edge of the frozen lake. His cane comes in contact with the glassy surface, and Gilbert gives it a good tap or two, as if testing its thickness. "This should be fine."

You're puzzled and with a couple of questions on the tip of your tongue, none of which matter when you're with Gilbert. You're sure you'll see in due time, as you're not left hanging along with the invisible question marks in the air for long. You skip your way to the nearby log that Gilbert pointed towards, hurrying to join his side.

He has you seated down on the log. The bag he's been carrying since earlier is introduced in the scene again and this time you get to see the contents. It's ice skates.

"Oh- Oh, I can totally put them on on my own-"

You find your leg gripped tightly by Gilbert's now ungloved hands, not giving you the chance to pry it from his grasp if you wanted to.

"Now, won't you be a good bunny and sit still while I spare you the effort? I thought today we're meant to do things for each other."

Ah. It's Valentine's Day, after all. You can't deny that. And he's already doing so much…

Getting onto the ice with him is more fun that it is stressful, you discover. You share that you have no experience with this, and he gives you that sweet smile. Promises to teach you all you need to know.

You think you must have some kind of influence on him in that moment, because his movements are just as wobbly as yours. He laughs it off; strengthens his grip on you wherever his hands fall on your body. You're determined and try to watch your feet more than his pretty face, it's hard but you do. You're looking forward to be praised for maintaining balance.

"Gilbert…? Are you sure you know how to do this?"

"I said that I'd teach you how to ice skate, I didn't say that I know how to ice skate."

You've had a handful of chances already to realize this, yet you denied until hearing it from his mouth. It shouldn't surprise you that much, but it does, and it shouldn’t throw you off-balance when you've never actually relied on him for balance, but it does.

How you both get off the ice without failing is beyond you. If Gilbert wasn't laughing merrily right now, you wouldn't be either.

"Hey Gilbert, today is about doing things for each other, right? Is there something you want from me?"

Gilbert's laughter fades to a smirk holding the aftertaste of it, but more sinister somehow. The way he grips your chin lacks the familiar cool feeling of his naked fingers, but you can imagine it just fine. You wonder just when you fell inlove with the feeling of his cold fingers.

"Are those hearts in your eyes that I'm seeing? Very well… We're all alone here. I wonder what I should do with you, little bunny."

You desperately want him to take something from you, in exchange for the mess of emotions he put inside you. It's not fair, he should feel loved too.

"I think we have time to learn. It was fun, and now I want to take you to skate on top of every lake Rhodolite has to offer. We need to be quick, or the spring will arrive."

You nod enthusiastically, recalling how well you kept your balance earlier, even if for a couple of seconds at best. But he doesn't let go of your chin at that.

"As for now… You can help me discover what our snow angel would look like, if we are on top of each other!"

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Numbers Game ~ Chapter 16

Anything for a Friend

!!! SPOILER WARNING !!! This chapter, and the following chapters will contain a spoiler for the end of the Wano arc. This spoiler occurs in the anime before the Cross Guild is formed, but I realized that some readers aren't caught up with the show yet, and are just enjoying Cross Guild fics for the "vibes" 🥵😅 I apologize if this means you'll have to wait to continue. I detest spoilers, so it didn't occur to me until I was editing that there might be people reading Numbers Game that haven't made it to the Cross Guild yet. I'm not sure if you'll care about this spoiler or not, but you have been warned!

Pairings: Cross Guild x Fem!Reader

Numbers Game Masterlist

Word Count: 9.6k+

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Ongoing Series Playlist: Youtube Music Link | Youtube Link

Summary: Red Haired Shanks comes to visit with an interesting request, and you learn a bit more about your lover's past.

Author's Note: Sorry this one's extra long, I hoped you'd prefer longer with smut vs less long with no smut, lol. I hope you enjoy it!

Flashbacks from reader's past are bracketed between these symbols: ~🌲🌲🌲~

Rating/Warnings: Author has Chosen to Exclude some Smut Warnings for this Chapter to Avoid Spoilers, Explicit Sexual Content, 18+ ONLY, MDNI, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, Dark Content, Swearing, Alcohol, Cigars, Smut, Fluff, Manipulation, Humiliation, Pet Names, Power Imbalance, Cross Guild boys are VILLAINS, Possessive Behavior, Teasing, Threats, Size Difference, Daddy Kink, Overstimulation, Degradation, Hair-Pulling, Vaginal Fingering, Cock Warming, Unprotected Sex (stay safe out there), PIV Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Comeplay, Inappropriate Use of Akuma no Mi | Devil Fruit Powers, Shameless Shameless Smut, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Shanks and Mihawk shared pleased laughter while your mind reeled, shocked to be face to face with another terrifying pirate, this Emperor of the Sea.

This cheerful, flirtatious man that was bringing his eyes back to you, still holding your fingers in his hand.

Cold metal pulled at your wrist, a golden hook chilling your blood as it passed between you and the red haired pirate, breaking your contact with him.

“Miss Y/N isn’t his ‘bunny,” Crocodile warned, his hand tensing against your back before he led you to the couch. You sat in your usual spot, with his arm draped around your shoulders. Shanks stared at the two of you, then caught eyes with the swordsman before cracking up.

“Don’t be sour, Crocodile,” Mihawk coaxed through smug, fading laughter, “I’m sure our little rabbit wouldn’t mind a new nickname.”

“She’s got plenty,” he growled, pulling you in against the warmth of his body. “I won’t have you loaning out my sweet girl to every lowlife that comes to visit.”

Shanks grabbed a heavy, velvet chair, dragging it close before lounging across from you. His eyes gleamed while he grinned at you, and Crocodile’s body was stiff beside yours while you were still too dazed to speak. Mihawk took his seat, chuckling when you jolted at the touch of his hand on your thigh.

“We can talk business,” he soothed, looking over your head at the larger man, “but it seems cruel to deny our little vixen a treat. You’re already dripping with excitement, aren’t you, darling?”

A tiny sound left your throat, your eyes wide as Shanks tilted his head, looking down at your tensed thighs before meeting your gaze.

“It’s alright, darlin’,” he purred, that deep voice doing too much to you. “I don’t like to scare my bunnies as much as ol’ Hawk Eyes over there. I bet he’s real mean, isn’t–”

“That's enough,” Crocodile warned. He wrapped his arm around your side now, practically squishing you against him, bringing another small noise from your lips.

“Why don’t we ask Y/N what she would like,” Mihawk taunted, leaning down to pour his vicious words into your ear. “I know your body is just aching for another owner, isn’t it? Would you like his sweet tongue to taste you? Want to give us a pretty show while another man has his way with you on the table?”

Your body was quivering, and you were almost grateful when Shanks cut in, until his words shook you more.

“Mihawk, it’d be a shame to have my first time with such a beauty in front of an audience. Surely Miss Y/N would prefer some privacy.”

“Not happening,” Crocodile spat, and you couldn’t believe how calm Shanks seemed when he gave a little shrug, imploring the larger man.

“I’m just shy, Crocodile. I’ll take good–”

“You are the furthest thing from shy,” Mihawk laughed, his fingers digging into your thigh as he leaned toward the red haired man. “You just enjoy making your toys fall in love with you before you break them.”

For the first time since he’d sauntered into the room, Shanks was frightening. It was so fast, so subtle, but something dangerous flashed in those deep, brown eyes when he looked at you. A wicked purr filled his voice as he spoke to Mihawk, his eyes never leaving your face.

“Hush now, old friend. Don’t scare the little bunny away before we’ve even gotten acquainted.”

“Fuck this,” Crocodile scoffed, kissing the top of your head. “We’re leaving. You two can enjoy your–”

“Just a moment,” Mihawk prodded, dancing his fingers along Crocodile’s wrist. “It’s Y/N’s decision. Tell me, little rabbit, would you like to enjoy some alone time with this delightful, old friend of mine?”

Shanks’ eyes gleamed at you until you clenched yours shut, nails digging into your palms to stop yourself from moaning “yes,” fighting to remember why you shouldn’t.

“No, thank you,” you croaked, trembling as you wrapped your arm around Crocodile’s waist, burying your head against his silk vest. He gave a surprised hum, smoothing his hand along your side. You kept your eyes closed, but could feel the stares from the other men crawling up your skin.

“Good girl,” Crocodile praised softly, the vibration of his voice letting you sigh with relief.

“Oh, I don’t think our little treasure is being good for you, Crocodile,” Mihawk taunted, patting your thigh a few times before playing with the hem of your dress. “I think she’s valuing the clown more than her own desires again. I thought we fucked that out of you, darling. We even let you keep him in our bed, our little toy. Yet you’re still going to deny yourself–”

“Buggy’s your…” Shanks interrupted, sitting up a little straighter. “You didn’t tell me he–”

“Shanks, please. After how you went on about him, and how Miss Y/N can't seem to let him go, you can’t blame me for being curious,” Mihawk sighed, taking a large swig of wine. “Even if he is a clown.”

You coughed, trying to pull away from Crocodile, but his arm held you in place. Shanks started to speak, but turned to watch as steely words rolled over you.

“Is it true, sweetheart,” Crocodile questioned, leaving your mouth dry. “Don’t lie to me, Y/N. You really want this stranger to fuck you right now, don't you? But you’re pretending to be a good girl because you don’t wanna hurt the clown’s feelings?”

Blinking away tears of overwhelm before they could stain your cheeks, you caught the soft smile of the red haired pirate across from you. There was no lying to Crocodile. The thought of what he might do if he ever caught you in an outright lie made you shiver.

“It’s true.”

“What a sweet, little bunny,” Shanks hummed, leaning over the table to grab your chin with a gentle touch. The red haired man just looked at you, his eyes too soft for a stranger’s. Before Crocodile’s anger could boil over, the large door creaked open, and you watched a painted smile go taut.

“Shanks?”

“Buggy, old friend,” he beamed, looking over his shoulder to see your clown slamming the door shut. “Just who I was hoping to see.”

Buggy moved forward, his eyes flaring at Shanks’ hand on your chin. That hand pulled away as the pirate stood, holding his arm out wide, but the gesture went ignored.

“Friends? In what fucking world, shithead,” Buggy scoffed, getting a bit taller in his stretchy clothes. You couldn’t hold in a gasp as Buggy got in his face, looking down at the other Emperor. He was going red under the light coat of paint, his voice more vicious than you’d ever heard. “Did you forget the last time I saw you, asshole?”

“I don’t know what you mean, we–”

Buggy fisted his hands into the collar of Shanks’ cloak, pulling him even closer, and you would have tried to stop him if strong, dangerous hands hadn't pressed you further into the couch. All you could do was watch.

“You lied to me, AGAIN,” he seethed, Shanks’ face not showing a hint of reaction, just a bland smile as Buggy continued. “And now you’ve got the nerve to come into my own fucking house, and touch my girl…”

All that rage died in his throat when Buggy’s wide eyes looked to you, then to the two men with their hands on you.

“Your what, clown,” Crocodile scowled. He was as cold as stone while he watched Buggy reconnect, returning to his normal height.

Buggy opened his mouth but nothing came out, until Shanks patted him on the back.

“Miss Y/N’s your girl,” Shanks asked, whistling as he shook his head. “No need to worry, friend. She already shot me down.”

Anger had coursed through Buggy's body again at Shanks’ touch, but those words sent confusion flying across his face. He risked another glance at you, tentative pride pulling his lips into a tiny, crooked grin.

“Really?”

A split second of warmth, and Buggy’s sweet disbelief made you smile so freely for him.

Forgetting that you weren’t quite free.

“I believe that was still up for debate,” Mihawk drawled, lightly pinching your thigh. “Now, if you’re done acting like a blowfish, pull up a chair. Unless you’d rather leave your girl all alone with three, scary men.”

As everyone settled, you held your breath. Crocodile had found your forearm, tracing his fingers down your wrist until he held your hand in your lap, so tiny encased in his. He wasn’t hurting you, but the pressure of that large hand gripping yours felt more like a trap than a comfort.

You leaned against him, looking up until those stony eyes met yours.

He gripped a little tighter.

“You haven’t even been here for thirty minutes and you’ve already caused chaos,” Mihawk scolded, the faintest hint of twisted delight in his words as he pulled your attention. “Since you refused to tell me anything over snail, I can’t imagine what sort of ‘business’ you claim to have on our little island.”

Buggy had pulled up a chair as far from Shanks as possible, and you couldn’t look at him on the other side of Crocodile without moving your head, so you didn’t. Instead, you stared at the easy smile of the stranger as he unhooked his cloak to lay across the back of his chair. His loose shirt was tied off at the left sleeve, showing that he was without a left arm.

How often does that happen to pirates?

You started to turn your head to glance at Crocodile’s hook, but caught yourself, not wanting him to think you were looking at Buggy.

But Shanks was looking at Buggy.

“It’s time, old friend.”

“Stop fucking calling me that, dickskin,” Buggy grumbled, only making the man smile wider.

“I wasn’t ready back then,” Shanks confessed.

You didn’t know this man. You hardly knew anything about him, but somehow you knew this was important to him. It tasted like reverence was dripping from his words as his eyes implored Buggy to listen, to be happy.

“I know it’s been a long time,” he continued as the world seemed to freeze, “but I’m going now, Bugs. I’m going after it, and I’d like you to join me.”

The silence was thick with things you didn’t understand, even Crocodile and Mihawk going taut beside you.

“You fucking ASSHAT,” Buggy fumed, almost screeching as most of his body parts flew toward the red haired man who just covered his face with his arm. “You think you can just show up, and say that shit after TWENTY FUCKING YEARS? You sick fuck. Piece of shit. You trying to fuck with me? Think I’ll forgive you after all— OW.”

Crocodile had released you, making you yelp as his hand shot forward to grab a piece of Buggy’s floating body, squeezing it until Buggy went quiet. You were trembling now, unable to stop after Crocodile let go of Buggy to sit back, wrapping his arm around your shoulders again.

“Calm down,” he ordered, his voice steadier than you expected after all the anger he seemed to be holding back since Shanks walked in. “You’ve talked yourself into enough trouble today, don’t be more of a nuisance than usual.”

Buggy pulled himself together, breathing heavily while he stood beside the source of his rage. You started to understand Buggy’s frustration when the red haired pirate just gazed at him, as if the clown had been showering him with compliments instead of insults.

“So,” Mihawk changed the subject, waving his hand as if to brush the moment away, “it seems you’ve come to steal away our colorful leader so that you can sail off into the sunset together. To find the One Piece, if I understood that correctly?”

“I don’t think our clown wants to go anywhere with you,” Crocodile rasped. Your trembling stopped at what sounded like a possessive note to his voice, as your brain took in Mihawk’s words without fully processing them in the face of your other lover's exchange.

Buggy blinked at Crocodile a few times, mirroring your confusion before rage took over his features again, his gloved fists clenching when he met Shanks’ doe eyes. His next words came out through his teeth, almost growling as he held himself in.

“You scum sucking liar. You expect me to believe that you’ve finally stopped being a coward? You betrayed everything we–” his voice cracked a bit, and he coughed to shake it away. “How dare you use the One Piece to trick me. To use our dream– my dream... This is a new fucking low for–”

“Buggy,” Shanks soothed, grabbing one of those gloved hands. Buggy took a step back, but his hand disconnected, held firmly by the other man. “I’m not lying to you. I’ll even show you my proof if you like, it’s on the ship... I stayed with you back then, remember?”

Crocodile let out a quiet sigh, as if he’d rather be anywhere but here, while Mihawk seemed to have electricity running under his skin. The emotions and pain running across Buggy’s face sent an ache into your chest, but you couldn’t reach for him yet.

“I didn’t ask you to stay with me,” Buggy sneered, though his voice was weaker now.

“I didn’t wanna go without you,” Shanks coaxed as he stood, moving close to place Buggy’s hand back on its wrist before gripping the clown’s shoulder. “I know it’s later than you wanted, but there’s room on my ship if you’d like to join me now. For old time’s sake?”

Buggy’s mouth went slack, his shoulders slumping, even under Shanks’ touch. A touch he didn’t shrug off.

Then he looked at you.

Your chest caved in, a hammer of pain and guilt hitting deep.

Buggy's going to leave me.

The selfishness you felt in that moment made you sick. You hadn’t known anything about their relationship besides Buggy’s rage, but their connection practically radiated off of them. Who were you to keep him from that?

People like me don’t get love after all.

Bile hit your throat at that self pitying thought. Crocodile and Mihawk startled you, their hands moving in soothing motions at the same time, everyone waiting for Buggy to speak.

He didn’t.

“I heard you’re throwing a party,” Shanks broke the silence, his relaxed voice a bit tight as he patted Buggy on the back. “Could I stay for a few days to enjoy the festivities? You can think on it, and we can all have a bit of fun, eh?”

“Was all of this simply a ruse so you could drain us of all our liquor, Red Hair,” Mihawk cut in, his sharp tease giving Buggy a chance to step away as Shanks’ attention was pulled. Buggy plopped down in his chair beside Crocodile, and you didn’t care this time, tilting forward to look at him, but he had leaned back to stare up at the ceiling.

“Worry not, Hawk Eyes,” Shanks laughed, "we made sure to stock up before we came. In fact, I even brought a few vintages worthy of your refined palate.”

“I’ll let Y/N be the judge of that,” Mihawk praised, helping you breathe again with a soft kiss to your temple. “My little rabbit is more skilled at detecting quality after a couple of weeks than you've been your entire life.”

“Miss Y/N does seem to have good taste,” Shanks grinned, catching your eyes again.

“Can we drink now,” Buggy groaned, earning laughs from everyone, even Crocodile who stood, walking around to pat him on the back. Buggy gasped, but there was no violence in the touch, or in the larger man’s eyes.

“Come on, let’s go grab some more bottles. I doubt there’s enough in here.”

It took him a long moment, but Buggy agreed, and you couldn’t help but stare after them. Crocodile never “fetched” anything. Buggy didn’t need to either, there were servants in the hall. You didn’t know whether to feel touched or scared on Buggy’s behalf.

“Why do you always make such a mess,” Mihawk complained. He wrapped his arm around you, and you let the scent of him calm you down as he pulled you against him.

“This is actually me trying to clean up a mess,” Shanks laughed, propping his feet up on the table.

“Are you going to hurt him again?”

Those words rang through the air, and your eyes went wide when you realized that you’d let them escape your lips. Mihawk squeezed you to him gently while Shanks gazed at you. His eyes were so damn pretty, and it felt impossible to think of him as anything other than sweet and handsome. Another slow smile almost took your thoughts away, but you dug your nails into your palms to ward off his charms.

“I don’t think you’ve made a good impression with our numbers girl,” Mihawk purred, his voice not filled with the usual warning it held when you were doing something he didn’t approve of.

“I’m glad he’s got someone like you to look out for him,” Shanks praised, and the jovial tilt to his head pissed you off.

“You don’t know what kind of person I am, and you didn’t answer my question.”

Mihawk chuckled, pulling back from you as if giving permission.

“You’re right,” the red haired pirate agreed, dipping his head. “I never meant to hurt Buggy, and I don’t plan to do it again.”

“Then why didn’t you say you were sorry,” you snapped.

I really do have a fucking death wish.

The Emperor of the Sea finally showed something else on his face besides humor, his brows furrowing as if he didn’t understand. He paused for too long, so your voice went high, fear almost getting in the way.

“Even if you didn’t mean to do it, you hurt him,” you explained, hoping there was more behind those soft eyes than charm. “You know you hurt him, you just said it. Even if you hurt someone by accident, and especially if you care about them, you should fucking apologize. Otherwise, you’re just an asshole.”

You held your breath.

Shank’s eyebrows raised, and his lips parted just a bit, while Mihawk laughed openly now, taking a sip of wine as if he were having a lovely time.

“Let’s get shitfaced,” Buggy yelled as he crashed through the door with a case of wine, the bottles clinking like chimes. Crocodile followed close behind, his face unreadable as he offered you his hand. Confused, you stood while you watched Buggy’s hands fly to the bar to grab more glasses. Crocodile pulled you to the side, pressing another kiss to the top of your head.

“Take your spot, clown,” he ordered, gesturing to your normal seat. Everyone paused while Buggy sat down, leaving you to stand awkwardly while Crocodile sat, until he smoothed his hand along his thigh, giving you one of those smiles that made you shy. “Take your spot, sweetheart.”

Even with the tension in the room, Crocodile’s attention washed it all away until you bit your lip, your body swaying slightly. You leaned in for a kiss, and he didn’t let you pull back. His large hand grasped your waist, his thumb tracing up and down the fabric of that expensive, purple dress he’d picked out for you.

“Come here, babygirl,” he whispered, helping you climb onto his lap. He guided you to lie back with your legs stretched out across Buggy’s thighs, but ordered the clown to grab the cushion from his vacated chair to prop up behind you. You hummed, perfectly comfortable laying across all three men on the couch.

Mihawk’s cool fingers tracing over the tops of your feet made you shiver, while Buggy’s grin, and his gloved hands running up and down your bare legs warmed you up. Crocodile supported your head with the base of his hook, hidden behind that velvet cushion, while his hand reached down to your hip, smoothing and holding your dress in place as he stared down the man you’d completely forgotten about.

When you turned to look at Shanks again, he wasn’t holding that perfect, jovial smile as he took you all in. Instead, his eyes held some of that danger you’d seen before, but there were no emotions that you could read.

Except for hunger.

Those soft eyes that were suddenly anything but soft met yours.

“So, Y/N, how long have you known Buggy?”

Thank gods for alcohol.

You thought drinking wine from your relaxed position would be difficult, but your lovers kept taking turns holding the glass to your lips. Laughter grew in the room, but it didn’t quell the rotating guilt, sadness, and anger that kept moving through you every time you looked at Shanks, every time you heard his welcoming voice, so full of joy.

He said it’s his dream. He needs to go. I can’t let him stay.

Buggy was wiggling in his seat while he told a story, swaying back and forth as he pinched and squeezed lightly up and down your legs. He looked so happy and cute, and seeing him this way between Crocodile and Mihawk made you close your eyes, sighing as you pressed your head back against the cushion.

“I’m going to take my little rabbit out for some fresh air,” Mihawk announced, still massaging your ankle.

Crocodile looked down at you as if to disagree, but nodded, helping you to your feet.

“I’ll join you. Could use a smoke.”

You couldn’t argue as Mihawk's strong arms carried you out into the hallway. Buggy’s wide eyes followed you, and you caught a glimpse around the swordsman's shoulder of that red haired pirate standing up to move closer to your clown.

Throat tight with trapped emotion, you held yourself up, knowing that relaxing into Mihawk’s warmth and scent might make you lose what control you had.

The stars were out in full force, sparkling over the balcony like stage lights that were just a tad too far away. Nothing interrupted that silence except for a few small sounds as Mihawk set you comfortably in his lap, and the flick of a lighter followed by the thick scent of smoke as Crocodile sparked his cigar, his silver eyes never leaving your face.

“Want us to make him stay?”

“What,” you choked out, not sure if you’d imagined that deep voice.

“All you gotta do is tell me what you want,” Crocodile reminded you, that curling smoke hypnotizing you as you tried to understand. “I’ll even fight our hawk eyed friend if he disagrees. Do you care more about making our sweet girl happy, or impressing your red haired ex?”

A tiny sob squeezed from your chest as you closed your eyes. You didn’t have the energy for one of their fights right now.

“Shh, rabbit,” Mihawk hummed, tracing fingers through your hair. His voice went listless as he stared into the stars, holding you to him. “Shanks is one of my oldest– ha, maybe one of my only friends... But he’s also a grown man with a trail of mistakes. I can’t promise you that his request will lead to joy or sorrow.”

Words couldn’t pass through the threat of tears in your throat.

This isn’t real.

Those long, dangerous fingers kept playing with your hair, pulling you back into the moment as he tugged and scratched at the strands at the nape of your neck.

“I won’t trap him,” you declared, voice rough as you sat up straighter. “If he doesn’t want to be here, then I would feel sick to make him stay. It’s… I want Buggy to live the life he wants.”

“Caring more about the clown’s feelings than your own desires,” Mihawk scolded in a whisper after a heavy pause. You waited for a threat, for a punishment, but all you got was a gentle kiss to your forehead.

Crocodile snuffed out his cigar, reaching with those smoke scented fingers to trace along your cheek.

“You really are sweet, aren’t ya?”

You choked out a laugh, still waiting for the ax to fall, gasping when Mihawk sat you on the table. They both stood to look down at you, and you tried not to be empty.

“So,” Mihawk waved his hand again, his sharp voice driven toward his goal, “Buggy gets to decide if he stays or goes, and we still have a few days until the party. What would you like to happen in the meantime, rabbit?”

Mouth hanging slack, you jolted a bit when Crocodile rested his hand on your shoulder, his eyes so far above you from this angle.

“What do you…”

Mihawk grabbed your hand, bringing your knuckles to his lips with an almost wistful smile.

“Would you like to partake in a ridiculous amount of fun with the man that might take your clown away? Or would you like us to make him sleep on his ship?”

Soft shock hit your face, and those golden eyes just narrowed in a tease.

“If it helps your decision, he is a phenomenal fuck.”

“Don’t pressure her,” Crocodile growled, squeezing your shoulder.

Laughter broke through that dam of emotions in your throat, bursting through you to echo up toward those shining stars.

Those pretty stars.

You pressed away the hint of tears from your eyes with the meat of your palm, laughter like a drug to cleanse those bad feelings away.

“Why do you care about me so much,” you coughed, unable to keep that risky question in.

“Get over here,” Crocodile ordered, Mihawk helping to lift you into his arms. “Didn’t I tell you already? When I find something of value, I protect it.”

Your laughter bubbled down to quiet giggles, shy once again as that frightening face smiled down at you. Mihawk tugged at your hand, guiding you both down the corridor.

“Come along now,” he purred as he pulled you back toward the lounge. “Let’s find out how our little rabbit wants to get fucked tonight.”

Mihawk crashed through the door more violently than you’d ever seen, slamming it wide. Buggy was leaning back into the couch, those crystal eyes wide as he looked toward you. Shanks was laying across the coffee table, propped up on his elbow while a floating hand held a glass of wine near his lips.

“Here comes the party,” Shanks called over his shoulder as he sat up. You noticed his knees intertwined with Buggy’s when you were laid out in your new spot, and he was close enough to your clown that you were now laying across all four of their laps.

“Thank you,” you breathed, trying to read Buggy’s overwhelmed face as he brought a glass to your lips.

“Look at you two,” Shanks teased as those playful eyes went back and forth between you. He was so close to you now, and you found yourself pressing your legs together to avoid touching his bare chest, or flashing him as he mirrored Buggy around your knees.

It was hard to focus on any coherent thought with so many idle hands on you. Mihawk was slowly massaging your feet, Buggy still using your legs as a fidget toy, and Crocodile eventually gave up on or forgot about holding up your short dress as he cradled your hand in his. You caught Shanks’ eyes dragging across the exposed skin of your hip, smirking at you when you pulled the fabric up.

The conversations twisted and turned, until he brought it back to you.

“I’ve never met anyone that had such a hold on so many powerful pirates,” Shanks laughed after downing another glass. “At least not at the same time.”

The night had loosened you all by now, and you felt pulled by his smile. He snagged your free hand, rubbing his fingers along yours while he studied you.

“Just where did you come from, little bunny?”

“A snooty little tavern–”

“She’s a mystery actually,” Mihawk cut Buggy off, trailing his hand up your shin. “Our numbers girl has secrets.”

“Secrets you’ll be sharing in a few days. Right, sweetheart?”

“Right,” you gasped, meeting Crocodile’s stare as he nudged your face toward his. The press of lips against your palm tore you away to find the red haired man kissing your hand as Crocodile released you.

“A mystery girl, huh? No wonder you’ve got these three wrapped around your finger.”

“You don’t know her,” Buggy huffed, folding over to lay his head against your stomach. He tugged your hand from those foreign fingers to hold you close, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Why don’t we all take a walk,” Mihawk suggested, making you sigh again as those deadly fingers worked the muscles of your feet. “I’d like to give a tour.”

Mihawk carried you down the halls, and you weren’t the only person that noticed the direction he was leading you toward.

“I think the tour of the bedroom can wait,” Crocodile complained.

“You can just stay in the hall then,” Mihawk taunted. You heard a disgruntled noise from the larger man, but before he could complain again, Mihawk stood before his old suite, across the hall from the one you shared now.

“Korris,” he called, tapping the bottom of the door with his leather boot.

“Yes, sir,” came a rough voice through the door. He cleared his throat before opening the door, just a crack. “Status report; Adam has continued to show preference for wet food, the litter was changed this morning, and play time has–”

“Thank you, Korris,” Mihawk hurried, and you pretended not to hear the stifled laughter behind you. “We’ll be visiting with Adam, you may take a break.”

“Of course, sir.”

The bearded man that emerged from that cracked door was large enough to match that deep voice. He wore aged leather armor that carried an array of scratches and tears, and you smiled at what you thought might be the source of some of the more recent additions. Korris left the room quickly, holding the door closed to prevent an escape attempt that didn’t arrive.

The changes to the suite were drastic, and you couldn’t keep from laughing as you all rushed inside. The large space meant for multiple humans to live in had been altered into exactly what Mihawk had called it.

A cat paradise.

So many interesting toys and surfaces, covered beds, endless shelves, scratching posts, and plenty of couches for humans and cats to lounge on together.

And there was Adam.

Mihawk kissed you before setting you down, and you went straight to the ground as your sweet tabby came right up to Mihawk to rub against his ankles.

“You assigned the cat a servant,” Crocodile deadpanned while you gave chin scritches in exchange for head bumps.

“This is nothing,” Shanks smirked, patting the larger man on the arm before plopping down on a couch. “I’m amazed there’s only one cat in here.”

Buggy choked out a laugh before joining you on the floor, already snagging a toy for Adam to focus on. Those cute, little eyes went massive as he wiggled his butt before pouncing.

“No more cats,” Crocodile sighed, shaking his head softly as Mihawk walked up to him.

“Everyone should have someone to curl up to at night,” the swordsman teased, turning his back on Crocodile to face the rest of you. “Speaking of that, Shanks, you may have Y/N’s old suite. It’s the door on the left when you leave Adam’s room.”

You and Buggy glanced at each other, and you grinned at the impulse.

“You two can decide which of these three suites you’d like to sleep in tonight,” Mihawk announced, drawing everyone in. “I’m sure Adam would enjoy some company, but we’ll be across the hall if you need us.”

“Mihawk–”

“Come on, Crocodile. Let’s take a nightcap in our suite. Let the little one’s play for a bit.”

“No,” your scarred lover insisted, walking around Mihawk to offer you his hand. “I’m not leaving Y/N alone with a stranger.”

“I’m no stranger,” Shanks started, but Mihawk reached for Crocodile’s hand before you could take it.

“Don’t you remember our brave clown last night,” Mihawk praised. He gestured to Buggy, whose lips parted as he stared at the swordsman, until Adam pawed at that faded paint. “He won’t let anyone hurt her, not even us. Such a loyal little toy.”

He patted Buggy on the head before rounding on you.

“Besides, our little rabbit has a safe word, and you know I’ll hear it if you say it. Tell us your safe word, darling.”

“Hopscotch,” you managed, each surreal moment making you question your grip on reality.

Maybe he did put me away. He said it wouldn’t be that hard. Maybe this is all just a drugged, fever dream, and I’m strapped up in an asylum somewhere.

That could have sent you into the worst sort of spiral, if not for your next thought.

I don’t fucking care. It’s a good dream.

A gasp left your throat when Crocodile took a knee, tugging you up off the carpet to scan your face.

“You’re my sweet girl, huh,” he whispered in your ear, making you melt against him.

“Mhm,” you promised, falling into his kiss.

“Be good.”

You were left with your mouth agape while Crocodile walked toward the door, Mihawk nudging your chin before leaving a wicked kiss, a kiss that made you dizzy.

“Be bad if you like, little rabbit,” he purred, making your eyes roll back before he sauntered out of the room.

“Well,” Shanks stood, wiggling a half-empty bottle toward you. “I’ll trade you a drink for a tour of my suite.”

As soon as Crocodile and Mihawk left you alone, Buggy had his hands on you. Giggling as you squeezed through the door, you smiled at Korris who’d returned to keep Adam company.

It felt strange stepping into that suite. You’d only stayed there a few nights when the new regime had taken over, but heat rushed to your cheeks at the sight of the bed.

The bed you’d buried your face into, trying to relieve the aching need they’d stirred in you, trembling under the desperate fear of being heard.

“You like this bed, huh,” Shanks rasped, leaning to breathe those words against your ear before lounging on the mattress. “Seems pretty normal to me. Care to show me–”

“Lame,” Buggy mocked, letting go of your waist to give two thumbs down while he blew a raspberry. You laughed a little too loudly at the face Shanks made before you kissed Buggy on the cheek.

“You’ve got such a great sense of humor,” Buggy grinned, lifting you by the hips until you wrapped your legs around his waist, giggling as he covered your neck with kisses before leaping onto the bed with you beneath him.

“I’m not used to being the third wheel,” Shanks laughed, moving closer to smile down at you while Buggy kissed along your collarbones.

“Get used to it, shithead,” he mumbled, rubbing his face down your chest, that purple dress about to get smeared with grease paint.

“Stop,” you breathed, grabbing his hand when he pulled away with worry in his eyes. “No, keep doing that, please! Just– Crocodile likes this dress.”

A half second of confusion was followed by that look of ownership you’d missed in his eyes until recently.

“Can I take it off for you? Or does my pretty star wanna put on a little show?”

The normal, giddy nerves you would have felt were magnified when you caught Shanks’ eyes.

“I’ll take it off,” you decided.

“Hold on,” Buggy yelled after letting you off the bed. He dug through both nightstands until he pulled out a tonedial, holding it up with a triumphant laugh.

“I forgot about those,” you squealed, leaning toward him to press the shell. Cliche “sexy” music filled the air, which Buggy had deemed vital to place in every suite.

“Never know which room you might fuck in,” the two of you joked simultaneously, devolving into silliness until Shanks snagged the dial.

“I might need to borrow one of these, Buggy,” he teased, holding it in his palm while he gestured toward you.

“I wouldn’t trust you to return it.”

Buggy’s mouth had opened, but it was your lips that delivered that harsh quip, earning you a raised, red-haired brow, and a red-painted grin.

“We’ve only just met,” Shanks studied you, the corner of his lips teasing into a wicked smirk, “but I think I need to earn your respect, don’t I?”

“Good luck,” Buggy snorted, but you got caught by his old friend’s soft, and dangerous eyes.

“I hope luck is on my side,” Shanks rasped, dropping the tonedial onto the bed to grab your hand, pulling you toward him. Your pulse got heavy as his breath got close, his fingers leaving featherlight touches along your arm, your shoulder, your neck. “Can I try to make it up to you?”

Shanks breathed that question against your ear, his fingers teasing into your hair as you swayed.

“I don’t…”

“Of course,” Shanks backed off, sitting beside Buggy. “I don’t want to overstep.”

“Yeah, you do,” Buggy rolled his eyes, sending a hand to hold against your cheek until you looked at him. “Star, we can leave if you don’t want to–”

“Do you want to?”

A tiny hint of fear touched your words, but you pushed it aside, willing Buggy to see nothing but your gentle smile.

He’s with me right now, and right now is good.

“Yeah, Buggy,” Shanks purred, a shit eating grin taking over his face. “Do you want to?”

“Fuck you,” Buggy grunted, frowning at his own choice of words before studying your face. “I only want to if you want to.”

Letting out a breath, you leaned forward to click the button on the tonedial.

The air shifted as it filled with that cheesy music, and with the heat of consent that left goosebumps along your skin while they watched you dance. They hardly moved, but their eyes that had just been so playful and bright were now heavy with promises you weren’t sure you were ready for.

But as the purple dress fell to the floor, and hunger filled both of their faces, you stopped caring about anything except for those eyes on your skin.

“Fuck,” Buggy breathed as you tossed your lingerie to the side.

“You like to watch, don’t you,” Shanks asked, wetting his lips while his eyes stayed fixed on you. “You like watching Crocodile and Mihawk fuck your girl.”

“I–”

“Yes,” Buggy surprised you, cutting you off with his quiet, but firm agreement.

“Wanna watch me take care of her for you,” Shanks rasped, your body reacting before you could think. “One apology isn’t nearly enough, is it, Buggy? I need to make it up to you. Need to make your little bunny come ‘til she cries, huh?”

Buggy pulled you onto the bed when you gasped, your knees going weak before he set you down next to Shanks.

“I want to if you want to,” Buggy teased into your ear. The tension in your body relaxed as you nodded, smiling when he addressed the other man. “Take care of her for me.”

“Of course,” Shanks vowed, cradling your face as he leaned toward you. “Anything for a friend.”

“Idiot.”

Buggy’s grunted insult had Shanks pressing a smile against your lips, and after a moment of tightness, you let yourself give in. A satisfied hum left his throat, as if he knew he’d finally caught you. Like a trap slamming shut, he deepened the kiss, his fingers tracing along your bare skin until you whimpered for him, tugging at his loose shirt.

“Want me this bad already, mystery girl,” he taunted, his words burning along your cheeks. That didn’t stop you though, and you hid a smug smile at the little gasp he let out when you started pulling at his waistband.

“I wanna put on a good show for my captain,” your challenging words rolled out in a purr. You couldn’t recall feeling this wickedly powerful before. The danger that flashed in his eyes should have sent you cowering.

Fuck it.

“I was expecting more from the ‘Great Red Haired Shanks,” you risked, looking him up and down as he hopped off the bed. “You’ve been pretty underwhelming so far. No offense, of course.”

You didn’t dare look away from Shanks, even as Buggy started laughing so hard he was wheezing, his body parts floating lazily around the room as if he couldn’t hold himself together. The red haired pirate’s face was frozen, staring at you as if you truly were a little bunny that had somehow learned to speak.

Then he smirked, dropping his clothes to the floor.

“Ugh, seriously,” you complained, rolling your eyes at the sight of his nude body.

Not even a heartbeat passed before he was straddling you, pinching your cheek while a frightening grin pulled at his lips.

“Hey, hey,” Buggy calmed, grasping the other man’s wrist.

“Mihawk must–”

“Do all pirates have perfect cocks, or do I just keep getting lucky,” you cut Shanks off, breathless as adrenaline buzzed through you. You flicked your eyes toward Buggy, giving your clown a wink.

Shanks sucked his teeth, releasing your cheek to tilt your chin up toward him.

“I’ve got a whole ship full of pirates that would love to help you test your theory,” he warned. You couldn’t tell if he was teasing or not, and the potential threat made your mouth dry.

“You can barely handle my pretty star,” Buggy taunted as he wrapped himself around your back, sticking his tongue out at his old friend. “I doubt any of your underlings would last a minute.”

Buggy’s kisses and praise along your cheek brought more breathless giggles, and you relaxed back against his chest. Shanks paused to watch you both before his retort.

“I don’t know,” he hummed, brushing hair from your face. “Ol’ Benn has taught me a thing or two about dealing with bratty little bunnies. Seems like Mihawk’s been going easy on you. Never thought I’d see the day.”

A nervous laugh escaped you at that terrifying thought.

“Y/N,” he soothed, tracing his thumb across your lips, “I know I’ve made a bad first impression, and I’ve been a bad friend.”

“A terrible friend,” Buggy corrected softly, earning another little smile. “A shit friend, actually. Dog shit friend.”

Shanks stayed quiet for a moment, his lips quirking as though a laugh or an argument could come flying loose at any moment. He took your hand, his gentle touch carrying too much heat.

“Please, Y/N,” Shanks started again. Those pretty eyes implored you, and all that ungodly charm weighed your body down. You knew you were falling for it, but didn’t care enough to resist. “Please, let me make it up to you, to both of you.”

The corner of his lips picked up when he noticed your body react, that cocky gleam shining in his eyes when he scanned your features.

“How about I sweeten the deal for ya, gorgeous? Let’s put on a helluva show for our favorite clown, and if you promise to be a good little bunny for me, I promise I’ll make you scream my name so loud, you’ll forget why you didn’t like me in the first place.”

“I remember you being better at this,” Buggy deadpanned, while you failed to hide your snort with a cough.

“Tough crowd,” Shanks sighed, studying you.

I’d like to get fucked sometime tonight.

Laughing at your own impatient thought, you took Shanks’ hand in both of yours, kissing his knuckles, tracing along his rough, calloused fingers. Just your breath moving across his skin was enough to shift the air, and you tried not to gloat.

“Here’s the deal,” you hummed, pausing to drag your lower lip down with his thumb. You gave him wide, innocent eyes, letting your body melt under his gaze. “If you can fuck me dumb enough that I can’t say another bad thing about you tonight, then I’ll let it all go. But if you can’t, then I get to drag you through the dirt tomorrow, however I see fit.”

You ended your demands by sucking two of his fingers into your mouth, your body finally giving in to that desire.

Holy fuck, I am insane.

Buggy was shifting, gasping softly as he kissed your hair, while Shanks stared down at his fingers in your mouth. Your needy, challenging eyes trailed lower, but you choked before you could find what you were looking for, rough fingers shoving down your throat.

“You didn’t say anything about me getting some help,” Shanks taunted, winking at Buggy who let out a soft moan. The red haired pirate kissed the corner of your lips while you fought not to gag around his fingers, his next evil words whispered into your ear. “Could have been so nice and sweet. Could have taken all night to tease and taste you. But my friend’s girl needs to learn some manners, huh?”

Buggy grabbed your wrists, already trapping you for Shanks without needing to be asked. Shanks laughed when your eyes rolled back, the smug sound making you shake. You'd forgotten to tell Shanks what your hand signal was if you couldn't use your safe word, but Buggy was right there.

Buggy's right here with me.

Shanks' commanding voice ripped you back into that edge of fear and need, that loss of control.

“I agree to your deal, little bunny,” he taunted, fingers still invading your throat, “but here’s mine. I’ll do all of those wicked things you want me to do to you. I’ll even let you have this pretty mouth back. But if anything but sweetness falls from these lips, we’ll find out how many body parts I need to shove down your throat until you learn to shut the fuck up.”

Hot tears flowed down your cheeks as you tried to meet those “soft” eyes, struggling to relax while four of his fingers fucked your throat now.

“Don’t piss me off, bunny. I’d hate to fail my own challenge, but if this sweet mouth spills anything rotten, then we'll be too busy cleaning it out to give your pretty pussy any attention. Do you understand?”

“Mnngnm,” you moaned around his hand, drool trailing down your strained lips. He released you slowly, pulling free to smile at the strands of spit connecting his hand to your lips you while you gasped and coughed.

“So pretty with all that mess,” he praised, his thick voice making Buggy pause before wiping your chin with a gloved hand. “It’s alright, you can clean her up. It won’t be the last mess on that beautiful face tonight. Would you like that, darlin?”

A needy moan left your raw throat at the sight of Shanks’ sticky fingers reaching down to trace along his perfect, dripping cock. Mesmerized, you watched his thumb tease that bead of precum around his swollen tip. He hissed softly at his own touch, eyes feasting on you as you started to struggle and whine under their weight.

“Bunny wanna taste,” he offered, holding his thumb in front of your face. Satisfied laughter left his lips as you wrapped yours around his thumb, desperately sucking in the taste of him.

“Mm, is that what this is,” Shanks soothed as he pulled away, freeing your legs to sit beside you. You slumped back, melting against Buggy’s chest while Shanks traced fingers down your thighs. “You really are just a sweet little bunny, aren’t you?”

“Fuck,” you gasped, back arching against Buggy as Shanks plunged two of his fingers into your dripping cunt, his thumb teasing over clit until you moaned for him.

“I knew it,” he laughed, never letting up. “You only acted like a brat because you’re such a good girl, wanting to make Buggy happy. Isn’t that right, old friend?”

“My girl’s so good for me,” Buggy praised, his name now pouring from your lips.

“What a cutie,” Shanks chuckled, curling his fingers up until your eyes rolled back, then he froze until you stared up at him.

“Please–”

“Uh uh uh,” he tutted, tearing a surprised yelp from you when he lightly pinched your clit. “Even though you were acting out for the right reasons, you still need to learn your fucking manners.”

“I’m s-so—”

“You were so mean, and you're already saying sorry,” he wondered, pressing a few teasing circles over your clit with his thumb before leaving another pinch. You recognized a bit of Mihawk’s manic glint in his eyes as he watched you squirm for him. “It’s too bad, huh? Could’ve just shown me what a good girl you were, and I would have helped you.”

“Shanks–” Buggy warned, still holding you against him.

“All you wanna do is please him, don’t you, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” you cried out as he gifted you with pleasure again. “Wanna please you, Buggy. So bad, please…”

“Fuck, baby,” Buggy moaned, meeting your half lidded eyes. It was Shanks’ fingers that were bringing you, but you couldn’t look away from the shocked smile on your clown’s face, ignoring the other man, yet again. Buggy ate your screams, his faded red lips on yours while you came on those wicked fingers. The pleasure stretched on and on, until you gasped at the change in pressure.

Shanks palmed your dripping cunt, still twitching from his work. Both you and Buggy turned to him as he raked his fingers through your core, before dragging all that slick over his cock. Your eyes rolled back, returning to find Shanks’ manic eyes searing into Buggy’s now.

“Can I help her please you, Buggy? Let me do it for you, please?”

The tiniest slip of need from his voice made you shiver, Buggy freezing behind you. He just blinked at the red haired man, until you whispered his name.

“I want to if you want to,” you smiled, giving permission for your lovely clown to enjoy whatever Shanks’ needy request had promised.

“So darn sweet. Come on, Bugs. Let me show our bunny how it’s done.”

“That thirsty, even after our little water break,” Shanks teased, smirking as you crawled across the bed with bare need on your face. He had his back against the headboard, lazily stroking himself while you and Buggy joined him.

“Yes,” you admitted, fighting the urge to grab his veiny shaft when you sat beside him.

“What are you waiting for then? Let me feel that hungry, little pussy.”

Buggy kissed your shoulder as you shuddered, crawling over Shanks’ lap until you hovered over that pretty cock. If not for the last couple weeks of your wild life, you might have been timid. Instead, you moaned as he teased his tip through your folds, dragging all that wetness down his shaft. You didn’t pause when he lined himself up, shoving yourself down slowly.

“Oh gods,” you choked out when you’d taken all of him in.

“Mm, this is what you needed, isn't it,” he rasped, tracing his lips along your neck before chuckling softly, nibbling at your ear.

“Yes, please,” you moaned, starting to move over him, until floating hands appeared at your waist, holding you down. Buggy gave a soft laugh with Shanks’ cruel one as they watched you whine and fight for friction on that swollen cock.

“Come on, little bunny,” Shanks laughed, teasing his thumb over your clit for a brutal moment before smearing it across your lips. “I’m gonna show you how to please Buggy, just like you wanted. Be a good girl, and you might get to do more than just warm my cock tonight. Do you wanna be a good girl for me, Y/N?”

“Mhm,” you panted, catching eyes with Buggy as he sat beside Shanks. The slow, satisfied look in Buggy’s eyes let your body go loose as you glanced back and forth between them. “I’ll be a good girl.”

“You heard her,” Shanks growled as he held his hand in front of your face. His eyes were wide and hungry as he stared at your lips, until his hand was suddenly full. He tilted his head back, letting out a deep laugh while your brain processed that Buggy’s cock was now gripped in his friend’s hand.

“Let me show you how it’s done.”

Shanks kept taunting eyes on yours while he licked and sucked Buggy’s cock like he was born to do it. The sight of him taking your lover down his throat had you clenching around his length inside you, until all three of you reacted to each other, a loop of pleasure and need that had only just started.

“Your turn,” Shanks rasped, planting a sloppy kiss on your lips before shoving Buggy’s dick down your throat.

Digging your nails into your thighs was the only thing you could control, besides relaxing your throat to let Shanks use you. Buggy’s fingers tightened as he kept you in place, your body going frantic with the need to fuck yourself onto that thick cock.

“There ya go, bunny girl. Relax just a bit more for him, and we’ll give you what you need. Mm, that's good. Is she pleasing you, Buggy?”

“F-fuck yes,” Buggy groaned, the press of his fingers only adding to your need.

“Do it, Buggy,” he purred, guiding a little more force down your throat. “Fuck her onto me. Show me what a sweet little cunt you’ve got– gods damn…”

Buggy’s hands on your waist went from pressing you down to lifting and slamming you onto Shanks' cock over and over until you forgot you were human. All the pressure and discomfort of waiting, of getting throat fucked so thoroughly, turned into blinding pleasure as Buggy used your cunt like a toy for his friend.

“I’m gonna–”

“I feel you, Bugs. Fuck, yes. Let me see you make a mess on her.”

Shanks pulled him out, holding that floating dick above you just in time for hot lines of come to paint your face and neck, dripping down to your chest. You were still gasping, relearning how to breathe, but you licked your lips clean. The way they both looked at you made you want nothing more than to please them for the rest of your life.

“Come here,” Shanks growled, before pulling you in for a kiss. He dragged his tongue across your chin first, sharing the taste of Buggy’s come while he ate at you, moaning as he sat back. Your clown’s hands still used you like a fuck toy for the other man, and your body loved to be used.

“That’s right, bunny,” Shanks praised, fisting his hand into your hair. “You’ve been so good for us. Such a messy girl. Mm, what a sweet little pussy, milking my cock like this. Gonna stuff you so fucking full.”

Buggy’s hands returned to holding you down while Shanks groaned, forcing his friend’s come as deep inside you as possible. Your voice was almost lost by the time you could remember language.

“Got anything to say about me now, little bunny,” Shanks threatened, a dangerous laugh leaving his lips as he trailed his fingers down your skin.

You fell against his chest, shaking your head as you took in the scent of him. He kissed your temple, chuckling as he wrapped his arm around you. Sleep felt suddenly urgent, but Buggy’s lips tickled up the back of your neck until you shivered.

“Shower time. Unless you want another hair care lecture in the morning.”

“You know he can still hear you,” Shanks teased over Buggy’s hushed tone.

“Now he can, asshole!”

“Why do you care anyway, clown? Don’t you have your own sense of style?”

“Crusty gizz hair might still be your style, Shanks, but some of us have actually grown up.”

“Crusty?”

“If I don’t go to bed now, I might get grumpy, and say grumpy things.”

“Can’t have that,” Shanks agreed, and you let these two old friends carry you to the bathroom. Buggy asked you both to wash him while he sent his hands out to change the sheets.

Of course, the bed was a mess since he’d done it blind, and you had to interrupt before Shanks finished claiming he could have done a better job one handed.

“Sleeeep,” you chanted, laying down on the plush carpet until they got it together. Humming through the air when Buggy lifted you, you let out a contented sigh as he laid you down in the middle of those clean sheets. You curled up against his chest as you had so many times before, but instead of Crocodile’s large form, it was Shanks that wrapped himself around your back.

Exhaustion hit hard, and you enjoyed the soft, silly banter as you all drifted off.

So comfortable. So happy. You’d almost forgotten about the painful question this man had brought with him. You almost let it go, relaxation so close to winning out.

But even after Buggy drifted off into light snores, Shanks’ hand didn’t stop reaching for him.

The red haired pirate’s arm was curled around you, but he couldn’t seem to pick a spot to rest.

His hand gripping Buggy’s shoulder.

His thumb tracing along Buggy’s hip.

His hand wrapped around Buggy's waist.

His rough fingers teasing across Buggy’s skin until goosebumps rolled over him, until Buggy shivered in his sleep beside you.

Now that Buggy’s snores had grown louder, you doubted you’d get any sleep tonight.

“You can come if he wants you.”

The almost sound was timed with Buggy’s snore, and you jolted when you felt that breath in your ear.

“Wha–”

“Shh, little bunny,” Shanks urged, pressing his hand over your lips until you froze. “Let’s let him rest.”

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Somethin’ Unholy 2 @upsidedownwithsteve 🍓 (+Steve)

Summer In Hawkins Series @ethereal27cereal 🍓🌼🐂 (plus sized reader)

She Drives Me Crazy @jobean12-blog 🌼🐂👓

Smutty Stocking Stuffers @reysorigins 🍓👓

Take Me On Series @softmetalhead 🍓🌼🐂

The Dungeon Master & The Cheerleader Series 2 @spiderrrling 🍓🌼🐂 (Henderson reader)

The Freak & The Slut 2 3 4 @imjuststeddietrashatthispoint 🍓🐂

The Boys Next Door @tastefulstars 🍓👓 (+Steve)

Three Series @loveronlineee 🌼🐂

Wish You Were Here Series @pinkrelish 🍓🌼🐂👓 (gymnastics reader)

When The Rain Starts To Pour Series @eddies-ashtray 🍓🌼🐂

When We Were High 2 @eddiemunsonswhxre 🍓🌼🐂(Henderson reader)

You’re The Reason 2 3 @eddiemunsonswhxre 🍓🌼🐂

Too Long In The Midnight Sea Series @morninglesss 🍓🌼🐂

Steve Harrington:

A Little Mean For Me 2 @upsidedownwithsteve 🍓🌼🐂

Full Of It 2 @upsidedownwithsteve 🍓🌼🐂

In Between The Sheets @myobmaya 🍓👓

Kissing Best Friend Steve @plainemmanem 🌼👓

Punk! Steve @imjuststeddietrashatthispoint 🍓🐂

Somethin’ Unholy 2 @upsidedownwithsteve 🍓(+Eddie)

Sweet On You 2 3 @upsidedownwithsteve 🍓🌼🐂

12 Days Of Christmas Masterlist @familyvideostevie 🍓🌼🐂👓

The Boys Next Door @tastefulstars 🍓👓(+Eddie)

What I Like About You 2 @underoossss 🌼(drummer gf au)

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usetheeauthor · 3 years ago

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Updated Masterlist (+18)

A/N: Hey, readers! You can call me Use or Honey! As a novice fanfiction writer, I ask that you please have patience with me. I’m not a fast writer and I have lots of responsibilities that will delay my writing but I’m still dedicated to giving you all the best of content. I’m growing everyday with my writing so I’m always looking for room for improvement. Either way, I appreciate the love and support I’ve received. Thank you so very much! ❤️

Started: 06/07/2022

Last Updated: 07/26/2023

Latest Work(s): Made With Love (Eddie x Plus!Reader)

Total Works: 55

⚡= Angst

☁️= Fluff

🌩️= Angst/Fluff

🌧️= Fluff/Smut

⛈️= Angst/Fluff/Smut

💦= Smut

💧= Implied Smut

⚠️= DARK

📥 = Requests

��= On Hold

🛑= Permanent Hiatus

✅ = Completed Series

🔥= Popular (1k & up notes)

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Stranger Things

Henry Creel/Peter Ballard/001

IMAGINE

Peter being vocal during sexy times 💦

ANGST

Where Do We Go From Here 📥 ⚡️

FLUFF

SMUT

SERIES

Love, Papa ⚠️⛈️

***Vecna

The Nightmare on Hawkins Street 📥⚠️💦🔥

The Nightmare on Hawkins Street 2 📥⚠️💦

Eddie Munson

IMAGINE

Innocent!Newkid!Eddie inviting you over 💧

Eddie helping with skin care routine ☁️

ANGST

FLUFF

I loved You First 1 🌩️

Made With Love ☁️

SMUT

The Elf Princess & Her Beloved 🌧📥

“Come Again?” 💦📥🔥

Eddie Had A Little Lamb 💦📥

Wrap It Up! 💦📥🔥

You’re Not The Boss Of Me 💦

SERIES

The Satanic Panic ⛈🚫

Cruel Little Vixen ⛈ 🔥

Steve Harrington

IMAGINE

Scoops Ahoy Steve doll comes to life ☁️💧

ANGST

Play Side A ⚡️💦

FLUFF

Too Quiet ☁️

SMUT

I Thought I’d Lose You 🌧

Play Side B ⚡️💦

SERIES

Montagues and Capulets ⛈🛑

Steddie x Reader

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

The Final Girl 💦⚡️⚠️ 🔥

SERIES

Jim Hopper

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

SERIES

Murray Bauman

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

Just Share The Damn Bed 💦⚠️

Let Me Show You 🌧

Daisy Dukes 💦

SERIES

Jonathan Byers

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

We All Go A Little Mad Sometimes Pt. 1 ⚠️💦⚡️

We All Go A Little Mad Sometimes Pt. 2 ⚠️💦⚡️

SERIES

Argyle

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

SERIES

Billy Hargrove

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

This Isn’t You ⚠️⚡️💦🔥

SERIES

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Moon Knight

Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

Adeline’s Hex 💦

SERIES

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OTHER MARVEL FANDOMS

James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

SERIES

Steven Grant “Steve” Rogers

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

SERIES

Stucky x Reader

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

Breakfast In Bed ☁️💧

SMUT

SERIES

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OUTER BANKS

Topper Thornton

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

The Jezebel ⚠️💦

Everything Has Changed⚡️💦

SERIES

Rafe Cameron

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

SERIES

JJ Mayback

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

SERIES

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Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

SERIES

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Alice In Borderland

Arisu Ryohei

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

I’d Stop The World ⛈️🔥

Video Games 💦🔥

I Still Get Jealous ⛈️📥

SERIES

Chishiya Shuntaro

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

SERIES

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TOM FELTON CHARACTERS

Draco Malfoy

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

SERIES

Dr. Julian Albert

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

I’ll Make You Pay ⚠️💦⚡️

SERIES

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OTHER FANDOMS

I Know What You Did Last Weekend (Battinson x Kravitz!Selina Kyle x Plus!Reader) ⚠️💦

How To Be King (Viserys Targaryen III x Plus!Reader) ⛈️

Run With Me (Ser Criston Cole x Virgin!Targaryen!Reader) ⛈️

When A Stranger Knocks At Your Door…(“Doctor”Enmu x NurseNun!Reader ⚠️💦

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pawsitivelymiraculous · 4 years ago

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Day 15: Death/Protect

WARNING: This contains lots of angst, two character deaths (one you should expect and the other you shouldn't feel super sad about) and some violence. Nothing graphic but still. There will be a warning before anything starts.

Umm, whopps. I did not expect this to happen lol. But on a brighter note, Babybat is Damian's stuffed bat which he only takes with him places if he is going to sleep there. He may be 4-5 but let me have this Sksmdkdksn

(Part two of the Mominette AU)

@maribatmarch-2k21

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Marinette was too late.

She sank to her knees as the cold realization washed over her.

She was too late to save him.

She didn't know her nephew had left. She didn't find out for a long time, but as soon as she heard she got on a plane to look for him.

She didn't know about his mother, she should have known damnit. And when she finally found him, he was gone. Jason was gone, her nephew was gone.

And Marinette was too late to save him.

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The weeks following Jason's death were hell.

Marinette tried to stay strong, for her brother, for her nephew, for her son. But with each passing day it was harder and harder.

The memory of the day she found her nephew's body haunted her.

He was just a kid. A kid loved reading and arguing with her about books. A kid who sat on top of her guest bed and played video games.

Tears ran down her cheek as the memories flooded her.

How Jason changed the stories he read to Damian to make them more interesting. How he somehow appeared in her apartment everytime she baked something.

"Maman?"

Marinette was snapped out of her thoughts. She hadn't realized she had gone to the guest bedroom until now.

"Hey sweetie," Marinette cooed, as she wiped away her tears. She looked at her son, who was standing at the doorway looking very confused and scared.

Seeing the fear in Damian's eyes, broke her.

It reminded her of the one thing she didn't allow herself to think about until then.

Marinette didn't allow herself to think about the monster who killed her nephew. But seeing her young, defenseless son was a cruel reminder that the monster was still out there.

"Are you okay maman?" He asked, his voice trembled a little.

Marinette kissed the top of his head. "Yes sweetie, I just need to do something really quick. Would you like to stay with Grampa Alfie?"

Damian nodded. Looking visibly happier at the thought of spending time with Alfred.

Marinette smiled, "Go get babybat, I'll get your things ready."

As she watched her son walk to his room Marinette made up her mind. She was going to do what she had to do to protect her baby.

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(WARNING: Violence starts here nothing graphic, but please proceed with caution)

It was too easy to find him. The stupid clown was probably waiting for her.

"Aw is mama bear mad?" He mocked as she stormed towards him.

It was now night, Marinette wanted to make sure Damian was safe with Alfred before doing anything.

Marinette narrowed her eyes behind the black mask, the night vision allowed her to see the ugly smirk on the clown's face.

That's when rage overtook her, "he was just a kid!" She cried. Pushing the clown against a wall. Pinning him so he couldn't move. "He… was.. just... a.. kid"

Marinette really wanted to make him suffer, she wasn't short of ideas either. But the stupid clown probably wanted that.

So she instead put her hand in his chest. "Catacly- ow."

Marinette crashed into the gravel. But she ignored the pain. "What the hell." She looked up and froze when she saw the last person she expected to see that day.

"I can't let you do this." Marinette heard her brother say.

Marinette stared at him in disbelief. "He killed your son."

"We don't kill." He said back. Almost as if he was trying to convince himself. "We don't kill."

Despite his cold demeanor, Marinette knew just how broken felt her little brother was at that moment.

But she couldn't stop to think about her brother. Her thoughts circled back to her son. She could talk to Bruce later but for now she had to do this to protect her son, and to protect Gotham.

Marinette looked at her brother in the eye "I'm sorry Bruce, "

Completely ignoring Bruce's shouts, she grabbed the cackling clown and whispered.

"Cataclysm."

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Mominette Tag List

@emistar0 @nyx-in-line @ramos123 @southamericangothamite @buginetye @vroomtaka @iwantasecretidentity @certainmuffinbagelcalzone

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(If you want to be added please let me know)

@charme-de-malchan , @theatreandcomicfreak , @m3owww , @elliebelliegirl , @genevieve-the-demonologist, @vixen-uchiha , @t1dwarrior-of-earth , @waffleyunsure , @technicallyburninggarden , @azuremayscarlet , @vroomtaka , @emistar0 , @ichigorose , @maskedpainter , @art-is-hard-to-do-sorry , @alysrose-starchild , @jayjayspixiepop , @abrx2002 , @nathleigh , @icerosecrystal , @jumpingjoy82

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juminly · 4 years ago

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A Medley of Lust

Pairing: Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart x Reader x Jean D’Arc.

Rating: Mature.

Tags: Threesome, cock warming, biting, double penetration, light bondage. A/N: My small contribution to Kinktober.

–♥– "You brazen hussy. I will make you regret this." Mozart attempted to growl venomously as your fingers tightened around his luscious tresses of mercury, pulling at his scalp and making him hiss between his gritted fangs, those sharp canines extended past his unseemly moistened lips. You were the only one who could have render him to such a pitiful state, unable to maintain any form of decorum, his countenance painted so heinously, with such vulgarity under your deft and cruel ministrations. His amethyst eyes narrowed on yours, locked in a nearly murderous gaze while he snarled in utter contempt at the blasphemous plight he has found himself in, watching you sink down on his hardened cock with vile leisure. He fought with all his might to thrust his hips into you, ramming into you and punishing your dripping cunt for clenching him so shamefully. However, the large hands holding his thighs down ceased him from doing so. "Move, you filthy vixen. You're bold enough to swallow my cock inside you and not follow through your crude actions." "Not yet, Wolfie. Your patience will be... rewarded shortly. We h-have to... wait until... Ahhh... ready...." You snickered breathily before the smug smirk adorning your mischievous visage withered, your words dissipated through your parted swollen lips. Wanton moans rippled from you while the imminent sound of wet kisses resounded loudly through the haughty composer's ears. He fought against the restraints binding him to the corners of the headboard, the thought of this betrayal having his blood boil with anger and inherent desire that he battled to conceal, especially as he grew more aware of the gentle touch brushing over his slender thighs sending shivers raking through his tense figure.

"Do not waste my time and hurry, you fiends."

The ritual had commenced; kisses bestowed from your tailbone, over and across the length of the column of your back clearly electrifying your senses, your breathing quickening with each passing second, the tightness of your walls around his cock was a telltale of your state of trance. Mozart couldn't help but groan as the bed shifted under him from the tacit movement of the culprit who had aided you in your undelectable ploy to have him under your mercy. Little did you know, you did not have to have him bound as he was always irrevocably caught under your spell, dancing to the tune of your shared love that he had unadmittedly yet willingly succumbed to. Why would he bother resisting the incessant tug on his heart? He was yours... You and Jean could do whatever you pleased with him and he would be the most content man on Earth. He didn't have to say it, you simply knew it. "Patience, mon ami. Ça ne sera pas long..." The beautiful soldier muttered lowly for the first time since he had assaulted him with his schemingly innocent ways. Catching him off guard with fervent kisses, undressing him with his hesitant yet dexterous fingers only to have him pinned to the bed, leaving him completely vulnerable to you and him. An excruciating itch dared to come over him, a burning sensation building in his throat as his eyes traveled to where your bodies were connected.

He watched as the other man’s hands hiked up your trembling legs, teasing the softness of your inner thighs and meandering over your abdomen before cupping your peaking mounds. As Jean explored your body, Mozart could feel the pulsing of your core around his erection, your walls clamping down on him almost painfully as you tried to weigh his thighs down with every ounce of your being. The musician bit his lower lip, hard enough to drawn blood, only to keep himself from moaning from the delicious sensation that your cunt always graced him with.

The dark haired beauty’s fingertips circled your areola before pinching your hardened nipples with two fingers, your whines growing louder as Jean's lips found their home on your neck, his amethyst eyes locked on Mozart's, implicitly begging him for something only he knew he wanted from him, what he wanted to share with him. The corner of the silver-haired beauty lips twisted into a soft smile, a smile that was reserved only for his dearest friend that he truly loved... and you. With a knowing glance between the two men, Jean pushed you closer to Mozart, allowing the composer to bestow him with a chaste kiss on his cheek before dragging his fangs over your slender shoulder, sinking them into the tender skin near the crook of your neck. It was finally starting... Your bodies were instruments to your desires' symphony, your cries blessing your lovers' ears along with the lewd sound of Mozart sucking ravenously at your wound until he forcefully broke himself away from your sweetness, looking at the breathless soldier with half-lidded eyes. Jean didn't have to utter a single word, the composer could see how his eyes traveled back at forth between the oozing crimson on your neck and Mozart's blood-slicked lips. It became harder to breathe, the air even more dense with the rising bloodlust of both men. "Komm her, mein Freund." Mozart murmured against the crook of your neck, entranced by the eyes that matched his own. Awestruck, Jean simply stared at him with yearning and desperation. Mozart lapped at your wound before binding his lips with his dear friend, the sweet metallic taste of your blood lingering in his mouth, twining his tongue with the delicate beauty of the man behind you as they revelled in the source of your life... together.

They moaned in unison with you as Jean finally stretched you, sheathing himself deeply inside you while your entire body quivered by the overwhelming sensation of being filled to the brim by the two most beautiful men in the mansion.

All these sinful melodies that danced in the air, a cacophony of lust that warmed his strained body unwillingly... This was a symphony that was not mused or written by him yet enthralled the deepest part of his being. The composition of pure unadulterated chaos began to write itself in his mind as his inhibitions were stolen from him, ripped from his throat by the height of your combined passion. A medley of unbridled lust that he wouldn't have ever contemplated if it weren't for the two of you.

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Tagging @shhhlikeme @sweetlittlemouse @delicateikemenmemes @kisara-16 (sorry! I forgot you told me you wanted to be tagged in everything <3) and @nafeary (come get your man :*)

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honey-flustered · 2 years ago

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Cruel Little Vixen Series Masterlist

Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Journalist!Fem!Reader

Enemies to Lovers

Angst/Fluff/Smut (+18 MDNI)

Summary: Lacking in magazine sales, your boss assigns you to follow the life of Lead Singer/Guitarist of Corroded Coffin ‘Francis The Freak’ a.k.a. Eddie Munson for a month to write an article that could potentially save the magazine. Eddie Munson wanted fame but didn’t know the consequences of this include pretending to be someone he’s not. When rumors begin to float around causing some notoriety for his reputation, his manager agrees to an exposé of his life to make him seem nicer to a broader audience much to Eddie’s chagrin. Now the two of you are set to make your time together a living hell.

Series Warning: graphic language, some blood and violence, some triggering traumatic experiences (addict parents, emotional abuse, talks of depression and self harm), drug consumption, possessive!eddie, some heartbreak, crying, filthy smut, heavy angst, heavy fluff, humor, rockstar shenanigans, light dom/sub dynamics

Day 1-2

Day 2.5-3

Day 3.5-4

Day 5-14

Day 15

Day 16-20

Day 21-23

Day 23.5-31

*Bonus

Character Bios & Face Inspo

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sirenutsukushi · 4 years ago

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The Gods are Always Watching.

Chapter One: A Rice Grain.

Previous • MasterList • Next

(Y/n) Yowainari is one of the most well known students attending Inarizaki. Captain of the girl’s cheer team, contestant in Japan’s Cheer Nationals, A plus student. Despite this, there is a lot that is unknown about the leader of Inarizaki’s Vixens. Most definitely thanks to her parent’s influence over her.

Born and raised into a strict family, women were raised to be housewives, tenders to the family shrine and temple and birth givers, doing as their husbands say. Men were born to carry the family name, take care of and provide for their families while making sure their wives bore strong children. Tradition runs deep in the Yowainari family. And (Y/n) is no exception to this. But it’s not the aspect of raising a family or being a housewife that upsets (Y/n). It’s her soulmate. Or rather, her inability to find them.

It’s said that the little tattoo along your wrist was representative of something your soulmate enjoyed, adored or was interested in. For Sayuri-Mai it was a little calligraphy pen. For Suna, a tiny microphone, and Kiyōkei a small alien.

What was (Y/n)’s? A crop of some kind. Either wheat or rice. Usually someone like her would take her time finding a soulmate. You don’t want to rush the universe after all. But the clock was ticking down, quicker and quicker with every day that passed.

Six months.

That’s all (Y/n) had left of her freedom. Six measly months that were spent still in school, still under the roof of her parents and stuck in the clutches of manipulative household.

The only solace (Y/n) had found was in the old temple and shrine that her family tended to and her grandfather, who has been tending to the shrine for over seventy years.

Katashi Yowainari, a stern but light hearted man who believes dutifully in the gods. He cares deeply for his family, especially his granddaughters, Ran and (Y/n). He is a man of tradition, just like the rest of the family, but he also believes in listening to your heart.

Nothing upsets him more than the idea of his precious granddaughter marrying a man much older than her, especially one from the Hazanaki family. The two families don’t have the same interests nor the same respects, so it’s unfitting that a sweet daughter from the Yowainari family marry one of them.

But it couldn’t be avoided. They had no choice, and while it upset Katashi to no end, there was nothing he could do to stop it. Except—- one thing. He knew if (Y/n) we’re to find her soulmate before the engagement could be signed than she wouldn’t have to marry Saburo Hazanaki, after all you weren’t supposed to tamper with fate or the gods.

However, finding your soulmate wasn’t as easy as it seemed. All you have is a single, small image upon your wrist. And when you stumble across your soulmate, the only way you’ll be able to know they are who they are is if you happen to glance at your wrist immediately after and see their initials, the date and time scrawled neatly by the image. Fate while a beautiful mistress, was also a cruel one.

And what were the chances that your soulmate lived in the same continent, country, province, town as you? Very slim, considering there are over seven billion people on earth, and one of them is carrying a tiny tattoo of your interest on them.

Thankfully for (Y/n), she had a group of doting friends who were more than happy to help her look for her soulmate. Hana and Kiyoomi went around Itachiyama, glancing at wrists to see if any of them had a tattoo that could be related to (Y/n).

Kaede and Kiyoko carried a picture of (Y/n)’s mark on their phones, in case they saw someone with a tattoo either similar or that could relate to her.

The entirety of the Inarizaki Vixens saved images of (Y/n) to their phone, hoping someone would take interest in her and then happen to be her soulmate.

Sayuri-Mai and Keiji silently (yet awkwardly) took pictures of soulmate marks that could relate to (Y/n) and Bokuto would distract the person while the two waited for (Y/n) to respond.

And Tooru would give (Y/n)’s number out to anyone who could potentially be her soulmate, although it’s something that hasn’t worked yet and just ended up with Tooru getting in trouble with Kiyōkei.

Four months.

Nothing has worked yet, and nothing brought (Y/n) down more. Especially when her mother informed her that they’d be going to dinner with Saburo tonight. Sighing, the (h/c) teen nodded politely, winching as her mother slammed the door to her room shut. Pulling out her phone, the girl picked at the back of her Fox themed case as she opened the group chat she had with her friends.

She put her phone to the side, pulling her hair from the tie she had it in. Her grandfather had asked her to meet him at the Temple house, and knowing how her grandfather was there was no doubt they’d be doing offerings and prayers to Inarikami-sama.

Grabbing the traditional Miko garb from the cushion she had it folded on, (Y/n) slipped into her red hakama and socks, fluffing out the loose pants with a small smile gracing her face. Pulling on the white kosode and tying it before gently tucking it into her hakama pants, she slipped on the simple zori her grandfather had gifted her and tied her hair back rather loosely with a red ribbon.

The girl glanced over at herself in the mirror, her doe eyes fluttering as she blinked, a delicate smile on her face. She felt so comfortable in the shrine and temple, especially when taking care of the ornate statues and carvings. She felt a connection to them, as if they were speaking to her. The two Golden fox statues on the pedestals leading to the offering room were her favorites, however.

Steeping from her room and through the shoji to the outside, (Y/n) breathed a sigh of contentment at the feeling of the crisp, cool night air tickling her warm cheeks. The gravel crunched beneath her zori sandals as she walked from her mother and father’s estate and down the path towards the inari temple. Feeling her phone vibrate in the pockets of her hakama, she pulled it out with a breath of relief at the contact name.

“Kazashi.”

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theangriestpea · 5 years ago

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In the Shadows : Four

Summary: Jughead Jones, resident werewolf, just wants to protect his family and his pack from the incoming doom of The Red Circle. Sweet Pea and Lily join him to help keep the Southside safe from human tyranny. Meanwhile a demon princess named Myra and succubus named Lavender had a plan to bring on the apocalypse. <ao3> <masterlist> <playlist>

Rating: Mature // Explicit

Pairings: Jughead Jones x OC, Sweet Pea x OC, Kurtz x OC

Warnings: None for this chapter

Word Count: 5.3k+

A/N: Thank you so much for bearing with me. Between being sick and having emotional stress at work, I’ve been unable to write as much as I’d like. Hopefully I can get back into the swing of things this week. This part is mostly necessary filler. Booooo. But hopefully the next one will be more interesting. Likes, comments, and reblogs are all highly appreciated. Ty <3 Graphics made by @southside-vixen and myself

Part Four: Alliance

Jughead approached the freshly bought double-wide trailer at the lot on the end of the street hesitantly. He had talked to Lily at great length the night before, and Sweet Pea as well. He had joined in later and although he was snide at first he quickly became serious when he realized that his home in the middle of the forest was also in danger. His home in which his little girl slept every night. He wouldn’t risk her life for anything, even his if it did leave his ego a little bruised.

They had a strong protection spell they could use, however because the area was so large, they would need at least one more practicing witch to have enough power to sustain it. While the yin and yang witches of the forest knew no other person to enlist in their efforts, Jughead had what might be perceived as a crazy idea.

Something his mother had told him resonated within his mind constantly since their meeting. Pregnant demons were not only dangerous but powerful. Powerful than a regular witch or normal bred demon. They had the power of two inside of them. This is why she told him to stay away from the trailer he was currently walking towards. To avoid it at all costs. And if he saw her head of purple hair to turn and walk in the opposite direction because she was nothing but trouble.

He walked up the stairs, breath caught in his throat as his nerves ran haywire in his chest. His knuckles rapped on the freshly painted door. A tense few minutes paused before it opened, a gold chain stopping the door from opening fully. A hazel eye peered out at him. When she saw who it was, the door shut.

Jughead sighed, thinking she was refusing to talk to him. In reality she was just undoing the lock chain so she could invite him in. She was alone in the house and had grown rather lonely. Plus this wolf was seen with the leader of the Red Circle just a few days ago. She was curious to say the least. He could try to hurt her but it would be very unwise. Lav did not think he looked that stupid.

“Are you the welcoming committee?” She said, a teasing smirk on her pale lips. Her eyes looked incredibly tired and he noticed she was still wearing her pajamas even though it was midday.

He shook his head in response before clearing his throat, “may I come in?” The young Jones looked around to make sure no one was watching him. The coast was clear. This did not go unnoticed by the succubus, but she let him in regardless.

Jughead stepped inside and she closed the door, locking the chain once more before showing him to the living room. She curled up on the recliner while he sat on the old burgundy sofa. “So, little Jones, care to explain yourself?”

He stared at her, surprised that she knew who he was. “That’s right. I know your name. I know your place. I did not come here ill informed.” Myra had told her everything there was to know about the Joneses and their pack. Not that any of it was good dirt or made for interesting gossip, it was just information to keep her protected.

“You’re pregnant.” He stated, his shock disappearing for the time being. “With a hybrid, right?”

Lavender shrugged, “I suppose that is what she is, yes.” Her eyes seemed to pierce through him. She was analyzing him as a potential threat. When she realized that he truly was not there to harm her, she relaxed in the armchair.

“Her father?” Jughead asked, watching as she picked up a cup of tea and drank from it. It smelled like ginger and a blend of citrus fruit. He had to know. It was important for him to know.

And, of course, Lav had no reason not to tell him. It wasn’t some well kept secret. “Her sperm donor ,” the demon corrected, “is out of the picture. But, he was a soulless warlock if you must know.” She chose to use a verb in past tense. Perhaps it was her way of protecting Sweet Pea. Not that she really understood why he needed protecting.

Jug smiled softly, apologetically, as if she cared that she was a single parent. She didn’t. “So you’re a magic user then….”

Lavender was beginning to grow aggravated. She did not understand what any business this was of him or why she trusted him enough to let him in to begin with. “I’m half witch, if you must know. So yes, I’m quite adept at the use of magic.”

He appeared to be relieved. “I know this is a lot to ask, and you don’t know me or anyone else here but….my pack and the rest of the Southside need your help.”

She stared at him, a curious expression crossing her face as she motioned for him to continue. She took another sip of her tea.

“The Red Circle is planning to burn down the forest. My pack and many other supernaturals in Riverdale use that forest as a safe haven during the full moon. Do you know about the Red Circle?” He asked and she simply nodded her head. Jug continued, “The coven that is helping us, they need one more witch to have enough power to use the protection spell. It would save dozens of lives, maybe even hundreds. I will do anything to repay you, even give you my soul if I have to. I just want my family to be safe.”

The succubus cocked her head to the side. No man had offered up his soul to her on a silver platter like that. It was rather amusing. “You knew there was a pregnant demon in your neighborhood and thought that enlisting her help would seal the deal. Weren’t you helping the leader plan the whole thing?”

Jughead took his beanie off long enough to run a hand through his thick dark hair. “I was undercover. They don’t know what I am.”

She pondered his proposal for a moment. Mulling over whether or not she wanted to help him. She had a very distinct feeling that the “coven” he had mentioned were the two witches in the woods. If she helped him then she would have to see him again. Though perhaps that wasn’t that terrible of a thing.

Lavender shrugged her thin shoulders, “I suppose I’ll help you, wolf. But I don’t need your soul. You’re not my type.” She snickered at her own joke. “But I must warn you. If anything happens to me… Well, I’m under the protection of some pretty powerful demons. I can’t ensure your safety if my well being is threatened.”

A smile broke across Jughead’s face and he almost jumped up with joy at her agreeing to help. He was sure she would say no. There was nothing in it for her. He was of no significance. Yet he hoped she would just listen and….she did. His blanketed opinion on demons was starting to change.

“Though perhaps there is something you could help me with in exchange for my help.” Lav said, her index finger lightly tapping the side of the teacup. There was a small, cruel smile on her lips that lit her eyes with mischief.

Jughead felt a sinking feeling in his stomach at the look she was giving him. “Anything.” He said, though his voice shook with a resonance that definitely said maybe not anything . He hoped in vain that she wouldn’t notice it.

“I need a large amount of souls in order to grow my child.” Lav began, finger still tapping rhythmically in beat with the canter of her voice. “While I can harvest a soul without killing, sometimes I simply cannot help myself. I shift and attack. I plan on staying in Riverdale for the next ten or so months. You can imagine what this means.”

He swallowed thickly as he nodded his head. Of course , a large selection of souls for her to feast on would be necessary.

“Relax, I don’t need much.” She said, giggling at his worried countenance. “I just need help with body disposal if the need arises. You already have one serial killer causing you problems, you really don’t need two.”

The wolf relaxed slightly, his pack wasn’t really stranger to hiding bodies. After all, things happen. Accidents happened all the time in the murder capitol of the world. Hell, his father had enough lye hidden away to dissolve half the town if he needed to. “I can do that.” He said finally, “Do you have a cell phone?”

Lav didn’t really have a need for a cell phone. She shrugged after a moment of thought, “I guess I can get one if that makes it easier. Money is easy enough to procure for a demon of my caliber.”

“I’m sure it is.” Jughead mumbled to himself. He could sense her strength but also her youth. Her cockiness could be her downfall if she overextended herself. Though certainly whoever was protecting her would stop anything from happening. He did wonder why she was under such protection. Why did other demons care if she birthed another hybrid? One that was only a quarter demon? True hybrids could be stronger than the average full blooded demon but it still rose a multitude of questions and doubt inside of him. Perhaps that was a line of questioning for another day.

The purple haired demon watched him with a curious gaze. She finally set her cup down and stood. “If that is all, your highness, then I must ask you to leave. I’m due for another meal soon and I must get ready. Though I could hunt in sweatpants, I much prefer not to.”

Jug nodded his head and stood, offering his hand for her to shake to seal their verbal agreement. Lavender took his, teasingly flushed him with lust before letting go. Her curiosity turned to perplexion when she realized he showed absolutely no interest in her. Her will was completely ineffective. This didn’t happen too often, though typically did when she went after a gay man or straight woman. She couldn’t influence people who were genuinely not attracted to her gender.

Lavender had not pegged him as homosexual, but she supposed anything was possible. That or he was on the ace spectrum. Asexuals also had a natural block against her. She couldn’t make them want anything that was against their nature. She had only met this kind of block once before in her twenty years of living as a soul sucker.

“I’ll call on you if I need you, Jughead,” She said, her tone even to hide her uncertainty. Jughead jotted his number down on a scrap of an old receipt in his pocket and handed it to her. Lav thanked him, a habit from her time as a mortal, before showing him to the door.

"Can I get your name?" He asked tentatively, "since you seem to know mine?"

Lav smiled once more, "they call me Lavender."

Jughead looked over her one last time, as if to ask himself if he was really going through aligning himself and his pack with a demon. Of course, he came to the conclusion that he simply had no other choice and left.

Lavender shook her head and stretched her arms out above her before disappearing into her bedroom to change.

Much later that night, when her stomach was full and her appetite gone, Lavender found herself at the wolf bar on the edge of the Southside. Many of the Jones’ pack lingered there and she thought best to get to know the ones she’d be protecting.

She looked extremely out of place as she had been hunting on the Northside. She chose to wear something a bit extravagant. The tight black dress was wearing what was currently her favorite little black get up. A little number by Versace with a deep sweetheart neckline. Shoes were black peep toe stilettos by Louis Vuitton. Although she expected that the mutts prowling the Southside would have no idea of the price point of her outfit. Which was just fine with her.

She also had one of the latest models of cellphones and had contacted Jughead with another request. She wanted a signifier that she was one of his pack now so that she would not get any trouble from them in the open. She explained that if they bothered her then they would be killed by the demoness that watched over her. Jughead replied that he would happily oblige and would meet with her the following day with a new leather jacket. He also told her that if she really wanted to seal the deal then she’d need a tattoo. Lav agreed that she would, but her own artist would do it.

Lav sipped on her Shirley Temple, watching the supernaturals of the Southside drink and smoke and play pool. Some were dancing, a few girls grinding on poles that were mounted on a stage. Interesting.

A woman that smelled heavily of dog and bourbon slipped into the space between Lav and the neighboring barstool. She cocked an eyebrow at her, interested simply due to how close she was. Most people had given her a wide girth of space, not wanting to come near a pregnant demon. It had been a bit annoying since she did come to socialize.

The wolf’s brown eyes were moving languidly up Lavender’s body. “I think you’re lost, princess.” She slurred, having recognized the designer labels with ease. It had been something that Lav was not expecting. Werewolves very rarely had good taste. “That outfit costs more than I make in a month in the ring.”

Dog fighting, or should she say wolf fighting, was very common in low income areas. It was akin to MMA only much more violent. Lav returned the stranger’s gaze and noticed how toned her arms and bare stomach were. She was obviously very fit and judging by the little blemishes to her skin, she was quite good in the ring.

This almost set Lav on high alert. She almost prayed to Myra to get her to come, however she quickly realized that this woman was not here to harm her. She was here because she was attracted to her. That much she found extremely amusing. Still, she was full. She had no need to feed right now. Perhaps she would take a raincheck.

“Can I buy you a drink, puppy?” Lav asked, her voice teasing rather than condescending. “Or maybe some water to sober you up.”

The wolf let out a barking laugh and hopped onto the barstool. She was taller than Lav by a good five inches naturally, though they were probably about equal with her heels on. “You sure can, your highness.”

Lav waved the bartender, a wolf by the name of Hog Eye, over and motioned for the woman to order. She ordered a bourbon and coke. He asked Lav if she wanted a refill and she nodded her head yes with a polite smile.

“Charlie,” She slurred, leaning against the bar heavily with a seductive smirk. “You, princess?”

The demon watched her, wondering what made her want to mess with a succubus while everyone else stood so far away from her. She was unafraid and unabashed. It was a little refreshing, to be honest.

“They call me Lavender.” She repeated the same words she had said to Jughead that morning. Her words were carefully chosen as Lav wanted to iterate that this was not a name she gave herself. It was one that was thrust upon her by her kin. Her human name had long since gone from this world, only to be uttered by Myra when she was in some kind of trouble.

Charlie seemed okay with her word choice, though Lav assumed that was more due to her drunkenness than conscientious thought. “So, you’re here covered in designer clothes for what exactly? That’s not going to attract anyone around here.”

“It attracted you.” Lav countered coyly, a sly smile on her lips that were painted red with lipstick.

A light pink blush spread across her cheeks, one that Charlie pretended was due to the consumption of alcohol and not actual embarrassment. Lavender bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing.

Charlie struggled to find a way to counter that. Normally she was quick with a comeback, but the dizziness of her mind made it difficult. “Not for the reason you think.” She said, a bold face lie that was caught onto quickly.

“Oh?” Lav asked, voice laced with a false air of innocence. “What reason would that be?”

Hog Eye placed two drinks in front of them. “You’re in a bar but you’re not drinking alcohol.” She pointed out, “Wearing expensive clothes. You look extremely suspicious. My curiosity is piqued.”

Lav hummed back a small affirmation, “and it has nothing to do with how hot I look tonight?” She asked, that signature devious glint in her blue-green eyes.

The blush darkened, but Charlie chose again not to address it or act at all like she’d be caught. “So, what are you doing here?” She asked, dodging the question.

“I was hoping to run into someone.” Lav answered honestly, stirring her drink with the clear straw that was stuck in it. She couldn’t stop thinking about the witch, no matter how hard she tried. It was starting to drive her a little mad, however she was not about to confess that to anyone.

Earlier when she was hunting, she had willed her hair to return to the way it was when she was born: dirty blonde and pin straight. She didn’t have her piercings or tattoos. However, when she crossed the railroad tracks both her wavy purple hair and body jewelry returned as they were her preferred appearance. She had managed to control herself but she knew this wouldn’t last. The blood bath would start in a few weeks. For now she left men living but without a soul just as she did with Sweet Pea. It didn’t bother her as long as she never saw them again.

Charlie looked around the bar as well, “I was too. He’s not here though.” She sighed softly, obviously just as disappointed as Lavender was though Lav chose not to show it.

They sat in silence for a bit, Charlie drinking more as Lav continued to stir her drink as her thoughts drifted to how she would have to work with Sweet Pea again to keep the Southside safe. It would be an interesting dynamic. He wouldn’t be able to tell she was pregnant yet. Would Jughead break the news to him? She assumed he wouldn’t if she asked him not to, however she really had no reason for him to keep it quiet. After all, anyone with a supernatural sense of smell knew and she certainly couldn’t silence all of them.

“Why don’t you come home with me?” Lav asked simply. “Instead of us both being alone.”

The wolf eyed her suspiciously, looking for some kind of deceit, “so you can kill me?”

“I’m not going to kill you.” Lav said back, a rare genuine smile on her face, “I just want company. I’m pregnant and alone.” And to tell the utmost truth she was scared. She was terrified of the future. How would the world change for all of them when her daughter was born? Would the world be set ablaze? Would all the creatures on Earth perish? The guilt was eating her alive.

“Are you going to feed off me?” Charlie asked, though she acted as if she wouldn’t truly care if Lav did happen to take her soul sometime in the night.

The succubus shook her head, “no. But that doesn’t mean I won’t have a little fun with you first…”

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Sweet Pea’s face was stern as he stared at the three card spread in front of him. It was the same as before. He shouldn’t be getting the same three cards over and over, and yet he did. His magic was stronger. He could feel it coursing thickly through his veins. But this. This was not something he wanted to see.

Three of Swords upright for the past. That was clear. The heartbreak and grief he had caused Lily during their brief time as lovers. His cheating on her shortly after she gave birth to Daisy. Him tearing them apart because he simply did not love her in the way she needed him to. A card marked by the emotional pain that they had both suffered.

The Devil upright for the present. Currently he could feel that he has become more and more a shadow of himself. The dark parts peeking out behind the mask he had worked so hard to fortify. His impossible sexual appetite and deviance made clear by sleeping with a succubus and losing his soul to her. He felt pulled to her still. Like he needed her body to be against him again. Her delicate throat in his hand, legs wrapped around him tightly. He was addicted after just one night.

Ten of Swords upright for the future. This was perhaps the most disturbing as this particular card was not a sign of anything good. At least not while it was upright. He would be betrayed and hurt. The ending to whatever this was would be painful and likely tragic. He was bound to lose something more dear to him than his soul and he prayed to his matrons and patrons that it wasn’t Daisy. Begged them to please not take his little girl from him as she was his entire world. The thought brought stubborn angry tears to his eyes.

Lily entered the room after sensing his distress. She quietly padded up to him before kneeling down beside him. Sweet Pea quickly pretended to be rubbing sleep from his eyes when he was actually trying to dispel his tears. It did not fool the mother of his child however. She glanced at the cards and her chest tightened with pain.

“She took your soul, didn’t she?” She asked quietly. The question was more rhetorical because she could feel that his spirit had faded. He’d been more irritable lately, his anger much more explosive than usual. It frightened her to a degree in that she was worried he’d take it out on Daisy somehow. She’d hex him herself if he did that.

Sweet Pea sighed heavily, his broad shoulders slumping forward. “Yes.” He replied in a low voice. “She was sent by Asmodeus to collect it as payment.”

Lily’s eyes hardened, “I told you.” She hissed. “I told you to stop taking from demons. I warned you this would happen. She-” Lily stopped, not wanting to continue because she wasn’t quite that spiteful towards him anymore. She wanted to say that the demon had used him just as he had used her. Now he knew how it felt to be the victim.

He cut his eyes at her, narrow and angry. “I was careful! I gave sacrifices! Offerings!”

“Clearly it wasn’t enough.” Lily replied sourly. “Because now you’re never going to be whole again. She could have killed you and left Daisy without a father. Maybe that would have been better.” She said harshly. Sweet Pea visibly flinched at her words.

Her own angry tears sprang to her eyes, “Now look what you’ve done.” She motioned towards his future care. “I know you’re not good with your minor arcana. Do you know what this means?”

“Yes, Lily!” He snapped, voice raising, “I know what it fucking means!”

Lily stood, not liking the tone he was taking with her one bit. Not since he put himself in this mess and she felt as if he was dragging her in as well. “It better not mean Daisy, Nathaniel. If it does, you will wish that bitch had killed you because I won’t be nearly as quick.”

She twirled around and stormed out of the cottage, needing to get out of the toxic air that was surrounding the both of them. Them screaming at one another was not something she wanted Daisy to hear. The toddler always cried when they fought and often had nightmares that same night when she finally fell asleep. Both felt terribly guilty afterwards.

She didn’t know where she was going as she made her way through the forest. She didn’t know where her new wolfy friend lived, though she had a general idea.

Lily’s furious tears trailed down her face as she entered the Sunnyside Trailer Park some time later. The moon was at its zenith now. The streets were empty as lamp lights flickered on and off due to bad connections that no one had the money to fix.

Something in her gut made her stop. Her ears pricked to try and hear any tiny sound. Leaves rustled in the wind. Branches scratched the sides of the double-wides she was in front of at the end of the side street. Something wasn’t right. Something had her desperately searching for who was watching her, what was watching her. She swallowed a thick ball of anxiety as she turned full circle in an attempt to see her stalker.

It was no avail. She muttered a protection spell under the breath that she knew wouldn’t be very powerful. She was without anything to increase her abilities. She hadn’t prayed or made any offerings lately. And she certainly wasn’t having any sex. All these things made her weaker than she’d like to be right now, alone, out in the open.

Then she saw it. A hulking figure clad in white fur running towards her at full speed. She recognized it as the vargulf that had attacked her on the night of the moon not long ago. She braced herself, uttering a silent prayer as she stood her ground.

He leaped high into the air, front paws landing heavily on her chest. She fell backwards onto the pavement, bright stars glistening in her blackened vision. He was trying to rip out her throat but her spell was narrowly protecting her. She felt her skin bruising from the pressure of his jaws as she screamed out in blind fury.

Lily grappled at the deranged wolf’s head, searching for his eyes to scratch out though it was not of much use. He was determined to make her his next victim and she was suddenly worried that she was the loss that Sweet Pea would suffer.

No, she couldn’t leave her little girl like that. Not in a million years. She yelled again, this time in a dead language to force him off of her. There was a pulse of power and the vargulf was thrown off. Lily quickly sat up, panting heavily as she watched it struggle to stand. Some invisible pressure was on top of it and it was howling in pain.

Did she do that? The spell she just recited shouldn’t have the power to do what was happening. She was trying to repel him, not crush him.

Suddenly a familiar hand was yanking her off the ground and pulling her down the street so urgently that she kept tripping over her own two feet. Only when they were safely inside of a trailer did she become calm enough to realize that it was Jughead.

He raced to the window and peaked out the blinds. The white wolf was gone and nowhere to be found. His trailer was warded against it so it couldn’t possibly get in without an intense amount of magic.

His eyes didn’t leave the window as he began to slowly relax, “Are you okay?” He asked before finally stealing a glance her way. Lily was shaking lightly, looking as if she was about to collapse. Her emotions were getting the better of her and she felt faint. Not just that but she could feel the blood oozing from the back of her head.

She felt incredibly faint and Jug rushed to her side to hold her steady. His parents were still at the Whyte Wyrm working on a plan to figure out the identity of the vargulf while his little sister was sleeping soundly in her bed. How she didn’t wake up to the screams and howls outside, he didn’t know.

He took her into his bedroom and sat her down on the bed before she could hurt herself more by falling down again. He could smell the blood in her hair. “Stay here. He can’t get in here, you’re safe. Let me get something for your head.”

Jughead came back with a damp rag and a bag of ice. He cleaned the back of her head gently before wrapping the ice in a clean cloth and setting it against the wound. Lily winced but relaxed nonetheless. “You probably shouldn’t go to sleep. You may have a concussion.”

Lily sighed as she struggled to keep her eyes open. Her adrenaline was draining from her fast and she was growing more and more tired. Jughead frowned lightly at her, seeing how sleepy she was. “What are you doing out there and at this time of night?”

“I came to find you.” She confessed, tears started to well up into her eyes again. This time they were out of sadness and not out of anger. “I’m worried about Sweet Pea.”

His gaze softened. He didn’t know the full story but he knew Sweet Pea was the father of her child. He also knew that they were no longer together. “How so?” He asked.

Lily let out a shaky breath. “He slept with a succubus the other night and...she took his soul. She meant to kill him but he stopped her.”

He went rigid, blood running cold. “What did she look like?” He asked suddenly.

“Purple hair, lots of piercings, pretty...why?” She asked, eyes almost slipping shut until he shook her back awake.

Jughead knew then. He knew it had to have been Lavender and that Sweet Pea must be the father of her child. It was too big of a coincidence. He wasn’t sure if Lily could handle the news right now. However he feared if he kept it from her then she’d be even more upset with him.

“Lily,” Jughead said gently, rubbing her shoulder lightly. “I have to tell you something and I need you to remain calm.”

She hummed back a nonverbal response, green eyes staring up at him with exhaustion.

“The demon you speak of is...a neighbor of mine.” He continued, watching her tense slightly before relaxing again. “And I’ve asked for her help with the spell.”

Lily tried to pull away from him but he kept his grip on her firm. “You asked a-”

“She’s pregnant.” He cut her off. “Pregnant demons are extremely powerful. She said she’d help. Lily, listen,”

Lily freed herself from him then, eyes wide with surprise. She wanted to pinch herself to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. Maybe she had been pregnant before Sweet Pea? Wouldn’t he have said something? This was impossible, the child couldn’t be his!

“She’s going to help us protect the forest, Lily. Please, the power of four is twice as good as the power of two, right?” He asked with a pleading voice.

She fell silent, wanting to cry again or scream or run home to slap the shit out of Sweet Pea for being such a goddamn idiot. Jughead pulled her into a strong hug. He could see the emotions on her face, smell the despair coming off of her. “It will be okay...I promise.”

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The Shield to your Sword

Masterlist ———- Chapter 3

Warnings: swearing, minor injury (please message me if more need to be added)

word count: 4483

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Summary: Virgil and Roman spend some time in their secluded hideaway in the Queen’s gardens. The hedges shield them from prying eyes….right? .

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Chapter 4: Not-so-Secret Garden

The chirps of insects and rustling leaves in the garden were disturbed every few moments as Virgil sucked in a shaky breath; working to control the sobs that shook his core. Roman’s hands had been careful to not put pressure on Virgil’s injured arm; unsure of how healed the wound was. Instead, one arm secured the sobbing man in his lap, while the other held his shoulder and his thumb shifted up and down with his breathing; encouraging Virgil to breathe in time with the movement.

Leaning his head back, Roman stared at the wall opposite them. If he got closer, he was sure he would see their names scratched into the stone along with runes for friendship and forever. The boys had often escaped the outside world by sneaking into their little hideaway. It was the closest they got to an escape before Roman could request trips out to the town or the forest beyond the city’s outer barrier. A smile crept onto his face as he recalled the time he stole a whole cake from the kitchen and Adara had chased him and Virgil all through the castle, only to lose them in the maze of his mother’s garden. They had feasted in the hollow oak until their stomachs ached. In his mind, this was a place just for the two of them; free from expectations and watching eyes. A place he and Virgil could be equals. A place he could admit his struggles with writing and reading runes. A place to just be.

Glancing down, Roman saw Virgil’s eyes sit half open as his breathing finally seemed to steady and move in time with his own.

“I know you can’t recall your nightmares,” Roman kept his voice soft; thumb still keeping the pace for their breathing, “but you should know you are not alone. I have them too; nothing like yours obviously, but nightmares all the same.”

Virgil didn’t respond, eyes unmoving as he kept his gaze locked on the scene before him. Roman sighed and continued talking, needing to get his own thoughts out.

“I had a nightmare last night. It was so real I swore I was awake and facing the dark sorcerer in my chambers. He looked like half his face had merged with a snake and claimed I would die or meet the same fate as my brother or something crazy like that. I threw a knife at him and nothing happen. He just stood there with a knife in his head like it was nothing.”

“You don’t have a brother.”

Calm washed over Roman at Virgil’s response. Talking was the first step in him ‘waking up’ after a nightmare.

“That’s what I said. He claimed it was a message from the fates, but, A, I don’t believe in them, and B, I have no siblings.”

“Sorry I wasn’t there for you.”

“It’s ok, sleepyhead,” he shifted his body slightly as Virgil’s weight started to make his legs go to sleep, “you’re here now.”

“I’m meant to help you, not the other way around.”

“Says who?”

“Your-“ Virgil cut himself off, almost letting the truth slide from his mouth like melted butter. “Says everyone.”

“Not me.” Virgil tilted his head to look up at Roman; taking in his hazel eyes with gold flecks ringing his pupil. “I would never say that, nor do I believe it to be true. We help each other. Regardless of what others think, you don’t have to do anything for me. Heck, if you wanted to leave, I wouldn’t stop you.”

“Really?”

“Really, really. I mean, it’s not like I own you or anything.”

Virgil’s eyes widened and Roman found himself lost in their smoky design; a mix of blue-grey and a golden brown. It was almost impossible to truly describe their colour and being so close he took in every change in pigmentation. Virgil stared back with a similar intensity, mind holding onto Roman’s words and trying to force Rupert’s cruel comments aside.

“I… I don’t want to leave.” Virgil finally managed to make his mouth move, becoming aware of just how long they had been staring at each other in silence. A dull ache crept into his chest as the potion started to wear off and his heart raced with the emotional intensity of the situation.

“I don’t want you to either,” absently Roman’s hand repositioned on Virgil’s shoulder and slowly shifted down towards his wound. “Though I would love to leave the city more often. Would you join me if I did?”

“That’s a stupid question. You know I wou-“ Virgil hissed and snapped his eyes shut as Roman instinctively pulled him closer and pressed his wound.

“Crap, sorry.” Roman reacted as though he had just burnt himself, quickly pulling his hand away. “I’m sorry. Shit, I got you bad, didn’t I?”

“It’s fine, Princey.” Shifting off Roman’s lap, Virgil carefully moved his arm as the pain radiated back to the source. He silently wished he had more magic to spare so he could reduce his discomfort.

“Can I see?” The question left them both with reddening cheeks; Roman quickly averting his gaze. "I-I just thought, I could, maybe, well, help? I did cause it."

Nodding, Virgil slowly removed his vest before slipping the deep violet fabric over his head; exposing his pale frame. It always confused Roman how someone so thin and frail in appearance, could be so strong and nimble. Roman’s broad shoulders and solid figure were never overlooked; while many visiting fighters had learnt the hard way to not judge a book by its cover when it came to his smaller friend.

It made it hard for Roman to see his arm a flurry of colour as he pulled the basic bandage away, though the gash itself was barely visible now; sutures completely faded away.

“I didn’t realise I got you that deep,” Roman looked down; even more aware of how his actions had affected his friend.

“It’s fine,” Virgil assured, fingers gently running along the fine scar line. “I was tired and used more magic than I should have. This wouldn’t have even been an issue if I had been more cautious with my own magic. You are not to blame.”

The lie caused his heart to ache and throat to tighten. Part of Virgil desperately wanted to admit the trauma King Rupert had afforded him, while the other wanted to scream at Roman for being an idiot and not keeping his guard up.

“It was foolish of me to act so rashly to impress my father.”

Virgil’s head snapped up, “Roman, no. Don’t-”

“It’s the truth though,” crossing his legs, Roman tucked clenched fists into his lap and kept his gaze locked on the ground. “I should have held back a bit. I knew you were tired. It wasn’t fair.”

Virgil scoffed and reached out a hand to grip the prince’s shoulder.

“Life isn’t fair, Ro.” Roman looked up, hair just obstructing his vision as he met Virgil’s eyes. “The real world won’t hold back. This just means that we need to keep training so I - no - we, can protect each other.”

Scooping his hair back, Roman mimicked the half smile on Virgil’s face and nodded. “Two Together?”

“Four forever.”

They both chuckled at their childish saying as Roman reached for his satchel and pulled out a round container; unscrewing it to reveal a clear waxy substance.

“Put that away, Roman.” Virgil whined as the Prince shifted closer. “You shouldn’t waste your healing gels on this.”

“Does it look like I really care?” He replied; moving to Virgil’s side and carefully cradling his arm in one hand while the other used two fingers to massage the ointment into his skin.

Virgil scrunched his face up at the action before he felt Roman’s soul magic penetrating his skin and soothing the throbbing in his arm. Eyes closing, Virgil focused on feeling every move Roman made; picturing golden strings of magic weaving through his muscles and blood vessels to restore them to their normal state. His magic was different to Logan and Haefen’s; it was warm and made his skin tingle with electricity.

Roman’s brow furrowed as he barely sensed Virgil’s magic at all. “You weren’t kidding about overdoing the magic, huh?”

“Would I lie?” Virgil opened his eyes and glanced to the side lazily.

“No.” That hit Virgil harder than the weight to his chest; blood chilling instantly. “I guess this means we won’t be going outside the city this afternoon.”

It took a moment for Virgil to generate enough saliva to soothe his dry throat and get his words out. “I-I didn’t know we – ahem – had an outing booked.”

“Oh, there’s none of that anymore,” Virgil’s widening eyes matched the beam that spread across Roman’s face. “Father has finally approved my request to travel freely and take on missions further afield. We’ve got our freedom, Virgil.”

On the outside, Virgil joined Roman in expressing their excitement for traveling and taking on bandits and invaders; but his true feelings were kept under wraps. Sure, the watchful knights that followed them were judgmental and rude to him whenever Roman’s back was turned, but they were their safety net. Any trouble they came across, the knights stepped in and took majority of the heat of battle. Without them, Virgil would need to defend the Prince solo. Colour seemed to drain from the world as he was overwhelmed with thoughts of what could possibly happen while out alone.

“Virgil? Hey, Virgil?”

Snapping fingers brought the world back into focus and Virgil shook his head to clear his thoughts.

“You okay? You’re looking paler than usual.”

“I’m fine.” Rustling leaves drew Virgil’s attention to the shifting shadows. “The afternoon is slipping away.”

“And?” Satisfied with his efforts, Roman offered Virgil his shirt; bandage obviously no longer required.

“We should be at the training ground or,” he slipped his shirt back on, “crafting, or visiting the kitchens or something-.”

Virgil went to stand, but Roman grabbed his hand and fixed him with a stern look. “Uh-ah; We are staying right here.”

“But-“

“I felt your magic, Virge. We’re taking the afternoon off.”

As the Prince laid down on the fallen leaves, Virgil sighed. “Can we get food at least?”

“Got ya covered,” he gestured to the satchel and Virgil reached inside to retrieved two apples. “Lay with me, Vee. Adventure can wait for another day.”

The sloping ground in the hollow, paired with the layer of leaf litter, made the firm ground bearable to lay on. Side by side, they munched on their apples; Roman rambling about all the places he wanted to visit, the people he imagined meeting and the eventual unit he and Virgil would construct. It seemed nothing was going to deter him; a fact the pleased and terrified Virgil all at once. He did his best to keep his mind focused on Roman, but he couldn’t stop his thoughts from straying down a negative path on occasion. As exhaustion took hold, he focused solely on the sound of Roman’s voice; not the words, just the sound, until his eyes slid shut and he was asleep. Roman paused mid-sentence as he heard a sigh from beside him and couldn’t help but smile at the peace on his friend’s face. Words failed to describe the pleasant feeling that sat on his chest as he shuffled closer until he could slip his hand into Virgil’s; instinct allowing their fingers to intertwine.

“I’ll always protect you,” Roman whispered, allowing his own eyes to slowly close. “I promise.”

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Perched on the stone wall, a crow stared down at the unlikely pair. It watched the frail one cry. It heard the taller one speak. It examined their reactions as a shirt was removed and continued to stare until the pair were asleep and content. The wind ruffled its black feathers; wings opening to use the draft to quickly take flight. After a final circling of the hidden pair, the crow took off towards the eastern side of the city; sunlight revealing deep green runes patterning its wings.

Swooping down, the crow nipped at some villagers’ hats before crashing through reeds that covered an already broken window. The man inside snatched a blade from his dressing table and thrust it towards the chair the crow had perched itself on; surprise quickly replaced by annoyance.

“What do you want?” He reached for a red cloak with white banding and the guards crest and began fastening it around his shoulders. “Haven’t you broken enough of my stuff already?”

The animal appeared to almost smile, tilting its head with a soft caw before flying over to the guards table and pecking at a stained wooden box.

“Piss off.” Slamming his blade down, the guard turned away and began securing his belt around his waist. “Fly yourself home, I’ve got too many shifts to be wasting my magic on you.”

Not liking the guard’s tone, the crow flew over to the table and sat on their sword handle.

“Hey!” As the guard waved the bird off, it revealed the mess of droppings it had left on the hilt and table. “Fucking little shit!”

Cawing in delight, the crow avoided the guards waving hands until the man’s eyes glowed and a surge of air forced it to the ground. Strong hands pinned the bird’s wings to its sides as the guard collected it from the floor.

“Look who’s laughing now,” he beamed.

The moment of victory was short lived as the crow pecked his ungloved hands, causing blood to quickly well from the cuts its beak had caused. Letting the crow go, the man hissed and shook his hand before inspecting the long thin cuts.

“Fine, I’ll send you back.” Grabbing a cloth, he wrapped it around his hand and turned to the table; the crow quickly returning to peck at the wooden box again. “This is the last time though.”

Bowing its head, the crow cawed softly before looking back up as the man retrieved a complex rune on fresh parchment from the box. The paper looked frail and brittle; the material not suited to holding such a large amount of magic from the rune cast to it. Taking a small scroll from the box as well, the guard secured it to the bird’s leg before it carefully hopped onto the runes centre.

“If I see your face again,” the man growled as he braced his hands on the papers edge, “I won’t hesitate to gut you.”

The crow let out a final caw before the guard activated the rune, causing the bird to vanish before the paper burst into a puff of smoke.

Coughing and gasping, the guard slipped to the ground; spent from using the large quantity of magic in one burst. Though they appeared to not be beyond their twenties; in truth they were nearing their ninetieth birthday. Both a blessing and a curse of being a sorcerer, a youthful look that took longer to fade.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The front door of the house shook with the force of the knocks from the other side.

“You ready yet, Damien?” Came a stern feminine voice from the other side. “The King is conducting assessments this evening and I’m not showing up solo.”

Damien carefully stood and dusted off his uniform. “Just a moment, Angelica.”

“Hurry up.”

Damien looked in the mirror at his tired eyes; sunken and darkening from his sudden exhaustion. Regardless of how his body felt, his heart had a weight lifted. His debt was paid. His secret was safe. He would have at least a few more years in the city before needing to move into solitude as his body would inevitably shift rapidly to match his true age. The sorcerer ban had been tough for the man to endure, but he was one of few to accept it as a natural order of the kingdom. It meant he kept his life; be it a tough one pretending to have limited magic.

Exiting his house, Damien walked with his partner through the city streets towards the castle. He wondered what information the crow had gathered this time and how the information would be used. After three years of being harassed by the creature, he still questioned what its masters end goal was. No action against the kingdom had been taken in three years, which seemed odd considering the amount of information he was sure the bird had recovered over that time.

“Did you take on an extra patrol or something?” Angelica questioned, slightly annoyed with Damien’s slowing pace.

“Not an official one,” he lied, pushing his legs to move faster and catch up to his partner.

“You better wake up by the time the King comes around. I can’t afford a pay cut because you got greedy.”

“Don’t worry. The assessment will be a piece of cake.”

The two guards continued in silence; both minds now focused on the assessment and how the King would choose to test them that afternoon.

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The sun was beginning to speed up its descent when Virgil stirred and slowly slid his eyes open, turning his head to see Roman sleeping next to him. It took a moment for him to realise they were holding hands and he resisted the urge to pull away in fear. It wasn’t that he didn’t have feelings for the Prince; it felt like he always had, but he knew it wasn’t an option. The King would never allow their relationship to be anything more than what it already was; he’d made that very clear to Virgil directly, and with the many young royals that were invited to visit the castle since Roman turned 16. It was almost comical to stand by and watch ladies, lords and non-binary royalty try and win his Prince over. Roman was an absolute flirt during all meals and planned outings, but the moment guards were out of earshot he set them straight. He had no interest in marriage for the sake of kingdom relations, and nothing was going to come from a three-day visit and the offer of an alliance or treasures. Honestly, a small part of Virgil relished every suitor Roman turned down; while the rest of him feared what King Rupert would do if the Prince continued to deny the advances of young royals.

Hands still entwined, Virgil savoured the moment of tranquillity before rational thought returned and he attempted to pull away.

“Uh-ah,” Roman squeezed Virgil’s hand and smiled over at his friend, “don’t try and sneak away now.”

“I wasn’t sneaking away.” As he sat up, Virgil was pleasantly surprised to find his chest didn’t protest the movement at all.

“Then what were you planning?” Roman questioned, sitting up and refusing to release the others hand.

“I was only going to get some dirt to rub on your face. Would be a major improvement.”

Laughing, Roman stood up before carefully pulling Virgil onto his feet; hands never letting go. “Jealous of what you don’t have?”

“Thankful is more like it.”

Roman grasped at his chest like he had been struck by an arrow. “Oh, you wound me, Virgil.”

“Save the dramatics for your suitors, Princey.” Finally pulling his hand free, Virgil searched the area for his satchel. “We should get back and get ready for dinner. Where’s my bag?”

“You didn’t have one.”

Virgil scraped his hand down his face and groaned, “I must have left it at Haefen’s.”

“Why the long face?” Roman questioned, pulling his satchel over his shoulder and following Virgil towards the bushes that concealed them.

“Nothing. Let’s just go. I’m starving.”

Virgil held the bushes aside for Roman this time and they quickly hurried towards the physician’s quarters before they started to lose light.

A smile pulled at Alexandra’s cheeks as she spotted her two boys weaving through the garden from the window in her chambers. Chest slightly looser thanks to Clara’s meticulous work and consistent care throughout the past few weeks. Guilt pulled at her heart strings as she watched them disappear from view, and she tried to catch a glimpse from the other window.

“Is everything alright, your highness?” Clara stepped back into the room with a tray of bowls and set them down onto a nearby table.

“Fine thank you, Clara.” Realising the boys were out of sight, the Queen moved to sit in the padded chair by the table. “I just saw Roman and Virgil in the garden, is all. I haven’t been able to see them in a while; especially Virgil. He looks like he’s grown.”

“Children do grow fast.” The maid commented, helping the Queen loosen her gown to expose her chest. “My Logan has certainly turned into a fine young physician and I swear they are different every time I have a chance to be with them.”

Alexandra nodded and sat patiently as Clara stuck a rune parchment to one side of her chest, which had a fine thread that ran from that parchment to a second rune submerged in a warm bowl of liquid. A similar set up occurred on her other side, only the stringed rune sat in an empty bowl.

“My heart just longs to be with them again, Clara.” Leaning back, Alexandra sighed deeply and tucked a loose brown curl behind her ear. “I know Rupert is more protective these days, but I’m beginning to feel like a prisoner in my own castle.”

Clara kept her gaze down as she mixed herbs into a cup of warm water and passed it to the Queen. In truth, Rupert had given orders for no unnecessary visitors to the chambers and Clara was instructed to not give the Queen permission to leave unless she was certain of her health. With her family at risk, she had taken no chances in letting the Queen out; but looking at the sad woman before her, she couldn’t keep her locked up any longer.

“Why don’t we see how this treatment goes,” Clara offered. “If you feel up to it, you can attend dinner with your family.”

The joy that shone in the woman’s eyes was worth the risk, as she accepted and thanked her maid repeatedly. As the runes started to glow with Clara’s soul magic, the Queen relaxed into her chair; runes pulling the warm solution from the bowl to clear building mucus from her lungs. By the time the procedure was over, the once empty bowl was full of a yellowing liquid; thankfully it was paler than Clara expected, and she was happy to note there seemed to be less than their previous treatment.

“Some positive signs here, your majesty.” Alexandra was quick to redress herself while Clara packed up. “Seems you are on the mend.”

“That is brilliant news,” she beamed, meeting Clara’s eyes with a request obvious in her own.

Sighing, Clara gave her a knowing nod. “I’ll inform the King and kitchen of your attendance to dinner. Rest for now and I’ll return to help you change.”

As the room filled with the soft glow of sunset, Alexandra rested soundly on her bed. Clothes for the evening were laid out in preparation and Clara hurried home to prepare a wax for burning in the dining room to keep the air clear. The maze of inner halls were well worn by Clara and she reached home in record time, panting slightly as she hurried inside.

“What is it this-” Logan turned from their position at the mixing table, half expecting it to be Virgil bursting in again, only to be shocked by their mother’s breathless entrance. “Mother? Is everything alright?”

“I need a cleansing wax,” she moved forward and placed a greeting kiss on their cheek. “Do you have any made?”

Twisting their lips to the side, Logan glanced around their mass of cupboards and calculated current supplies in their head. “We have one full candle and enough supplies for three more.”

“I should only require two for tonight, but if you have the time to spare, I would appreciate the extra being made.”

Nodding, Logan tidied their current project for the frost lilies and set about retrieving supplies for mixing the healing candles. It was rare their mother returned home so early in the evening; Logan often retiring to bed before her return. They relished in the moment to work together, even if it was rushed and mostly silent.

As their mother slowly stirred the liquid wax, strands of greying hair framing her face, Logan held out a mug of tea.

“I can finish it off, mother. Savour the opportunity to take a break.”

“You are a blessing, Logan.” She willingly took up the mug and stepped aside for Logan to take over; tired eyes filled with gratitude. “I’m sorry I haven’t been around much lately. The Queen has required constant attention.”

“No need to apologise for completing your duties,” they smiled and gestured towards a waiting chair. “Now, please, sit and rest while you can.”

The ageing woman complied and sipped silently at her tea as she watched her child work, in awe of just how skilled they had become. A stumbling child they were no more, now a capable adult and a physician growing in skill. Pouring the wax into a prepared mould, Logan set the candle onto a cooling rune to quicken the setting process.

“It shall be ready in a few minutes, and you can return to the Queens side.”

“Thank you, my dear.” Standing, Clara pulled Logan into a tight hug; suddenly aware of her much shorter stature as she rested her head on their chest. “Words cannot express my love and adoration for you.”

“Your actions speak volumes, Mother. You needn’t worry.”

Haefen opened the front door and was pleasantly surprised to see his family in an affectionate embrace.

“Well isn’t this a pleasant scene to return home to.”

Logan laughed and extended an arm. “Care to complete the picture?”

“Don’t mind if I do.” He chuckled and wrapped his own arms around his family, planting a gentle kiss atop his wife’s head.

The love the physicians shared was without description. Each parent passing their strengths and wisdom onto their child and watching in awe as they grew beyond their own skill levels. Logan didn’t quite understand why, but they had a feeling moments such as this would be even harder to come by soon. It unsettled them greatly and made letting their parents go even harder; but Clara had a job to return to and they had more items to craft. Watching their mother collect the candles, Logan hated the feeling sitting heavily in their gut. They committed the farewell kiss and goodbye from their mother to memory; still unsure as to why they felt moments like this wouldn’t happen again.

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End Note:

Oh, hello again. Nice to see you. Hope your day/night has been pleasant. I was going to add more to this chapter, but then I remembered I wasn’t going to make this a long one and quickly cut back. It was nice to give the boys a happy moment together; all be it only a brief moment.

So, I’m looking to get some more art done because the Remy and Patton one just turned out so well. I’m looking forward to working with an artist again to bring the commission to life (just had to fight the internet bank lords first before I said “hey, can you please bring this cute scene to life.”)

As per usual, I won’t give an exact timeline on the next chapter. I’ve got Father’s Day this coming weekend (might get to see my fam) and then I may be preoccupied with work stuff (or I will procrastinate from work by writing more of this. Who really knows?).

Anyway, happy timezone friends 💜🐌

Next chapter

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What else has Snail done?

The Perfect Ring (oneshot -analogical proposal)

You Promised (oneshot - prinxiety angst/injury/near death)

Sides of a Hero (Completed Fic - sides are fusions of impulses and aspects of Thomas. Virgil has a depressing past that he is forced to face thanks to Deceit and Rage. Was canon compliant at the time of completion)

Libraries are for Meetings (ongoing WIP - Human/University au with Royality and developing Analogical. Slow burn and heavily focused on a grieving group of friends that Virgil slowly becomes a part of to better himself.)

Check out my other blog for random fandom reblogs and stuff @snail-giggles . Always happy to interact and chat on that blog too 💜🐌

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Reality ~ Pt. 5

A/N: Oh my God, I worked on this for so long but I finally finished and I really hope you guys like it. I’m sorry for not posting as much as before but I’m really focusing on school and my grades are really good, so I’m mostly behind books. Send me some feedback if you want, my inbox has been pretty lonely lately. Like draught has taken over and man my notes are dropping, wtf. Anyways. Enjoy.

PAIRING: Sirius Black x reader x Mulciber

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Other parts —> MASTERLIST Xx

How you got here was just another question you kept pondering in your head as you continued to lay in the arms of your boyfriend. One of his hands was holding your around your stomach while the other was stretched on the matress, naked and revealing his dark skull-shaped tattoo.

He is not dark. He cannot be dark. His touch can be so gentle, his eyes so kind when they fall on you...but who are you fooling, (y/n)?

*flashback*

"HE DID WHAT!? AND YOU-YOU KISSED HIM BACK!?!" he shouted on the top of his lungs, his fists clenched so tight that his nails caused his palm to bleed.

He was hurt. He was truly hurt that his girlfriend's lips were on any other but his enemy.

"I pushed away, Mulciber! I pushed away because I'm in love with you and not him! I pushed away because I realized that I don't love him!" you shouted back, tears starting to gather at the corner of your eyes without any permission to.

"He's- he's-" he struggled with words. "He's DEAD!" he screamed so loudly you felt every bone in your body shake and your heart stop for a second.

"Mulciber." you spoke softly now, avoiding his glare. " Don't do anything stupid." you stepped closer and took a hold of his fist, unclenching it and tracing your fingertips against the scars he left.

He looked down on you with a glare, gritting his teeth and trying to bottle up the anger he wanted to release. " He's going to pay! " he growled dangerously, barely in control of his emotions.

"Can you stop, Mulciber!" you snapped and he looked at you with a stunned look on his face. " Stop acting like a child! It was a meaningless kiss that just proved how much I love you! Don't listen to jealous and angry voices in the back of your head! Listen to me! If I held any feelings towards Sirius I wouldn't be here with you! I wouldn't be here having this fight and trying to solve it! I wouldn't be telling you the truth and I definitely wouldn't be trying to accept the mark you got on your forearm! I know you're not a monster! It just came out wrong!" you shouted, panting quietly and trying to catch some air as he only stared.

He stared at you with eyes that couldn't hold anger anymore. They were full of lust and love that was only directed to one specific person. You. You and your stupid effect on him that worked like a charm. Your eyes and your lips and everything that came so beautifully with this stunning person in front of him. You.

And as much as he wanted to be stubborn and angry at you for kissing back Sirius Black, he kissed you. Roughly, passionately,... Like the burning jealousy inside made him kiss you so good no man could ever match him.

*end of flashback*

Your nails now wandered on his forearm, following the snake that came out from the terrifying skull and lightly scratching him awake.

"I love you." he whispered sleepily in your ear. Lovely, raspy and sleepy words which made you smile and flutter your heart as you turned your head to meet his eyes.

It was the first time he ever said that. First time. He never said those three gorgeous, powerful words to you that sounded like magic at the very moment. Because this man, who is supposed to be toxic, cruel and malicious, has now spoken words no other would ever believe.

You stared at him with a beam and blinking a few times to be sure if you're not dreaming. "I really hope you'd say it back or this will end up being a very embarassing situation." he grinned and you rolled over on him, leaving a few squeaks as you placed yourself right on top of him.

You pulled the covers up to your nose and watched him with all joy that you felt. " Say it again."

He chuckled at your bubbly-self and rolled his eyes. " I-" he smiled and wrapped him, squeezing you. “ Love you.”

"I love you too." you finally said back and rubbed your nose against his before kissing his softly on the lips.

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You never accepted the Dark Mark nor the Mulciber who wanted to serve the Dark Lord but you knew one thing for sure: You loved him and he loved you. And if any cliché movie and book told you is that love can concern everything.

It's total bullshit but you had a plan for it. You had a plan to make Mulciber turn away from the dark path.

So, you didn't worry.

"I think your roots are coming out." said one of your friend as you ate breakfast with them.

"Yeah, I know. I'm going to the hairdresser soon." you smiled.

"What are you going to do? Dye them rainbow?" they all started to tease and you only quirked an eyebrow.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"I don't know but maybe if you grew them long again and dye them normal colour, you'd look like a girl again." she smirked and you dropped your fork on the plate.

How ready you were to have a bloodbath with this Hufflepuff at the very moment but that is not who you were.

Quirking an eyebrow at her first, you slowly chewed the food in your mouth and stretched the fakest smile you could. " You know what, Liza? You are completely right. I'll just let my normal natural (y/h/c) grow back and long like it used to be." you pushed away a plate and got on your feet. "Can't believe how stupid I was." you let out a fake laugh and they laughed along.

"You're welcome." she beamed and you waved at her goodbye, turning her your back and changing your expression as it was before.

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You were gone for a whole day. One whole day. Nobody didn't know where you were and Remus Lupin was completely losing it.

Why? - Because both of you had a transfiguration project due today and you had all the research. He hoped that when he walked in the class, you'd be there with papers in your hands and that bubbly smile of yours. But you weren't. You were not in the classroom with the other Hufflepuffs.

"Liza! Have you seen, (y/n)?" he asked as he ran over to her and another Hufflepuff. He was desperate and on the verge of ripping his hair.

"Nope. Not since this morning. I think I offended her a bit at breakfast."

"Offended? Offended her how?" Remus quirked an eyebrow and Sirius looked her way as well.

" Girl thing." Liza smirked proudly with a thought of holding any power over you.

Sirius smirked and started to pull out his quill and books. You? Offended? Sure. He chuckled to himself and finally sat on the seat next to James.

Remus sat down as well, his heart rate racing and his eyes bulging out of his head. His thoughts were so wild in his head that he didn't even see you come in the classroom, unlike Sirius who almost fell off his chair at the sight.

" Hey, Remus." you smiled and sat down next to him, placing your bag down on the floor and pulling out a pack of papers.

Remus shot his head to you almost breaking his neckr but it took him only a few moments to realize that the girl next to him really is different today. " (y/n)?" he blurted out, almost as he wasn't sure.

"Remus?" you smiled, your eyes twinkling.

"Your hair?" he pointed breathlessly at your short hair. Completely short at the back of your head while at front fell long strands of light violet hair.

"Yeah. Isn't it cool?" you smiled and ran your hand through them, flipping them on one side.

" You look great!" he beamed, observing your hair and causing the Hufflepuffs in front of you to turn around in their seat.

" (y/n)?" Liza scoffed with a smile. "You look like a boy!" she started laughing hysterically and the girls next to her as well.

Sirius stare shot up to the Hufflepuffs and he was prepared to say something back but you cut him off by looking down at your breasts. "No, I don't think so. My breasts are still bigger than yours and-" you stopped and narrowed your eyes at the ceiling, pretending to ponder a thought. " Yeah, bigger guts too. You see, Liza? I look good in long hair, short hair and I think if I decided to have rainbow hair, I'd still be better looking than your ugly arse." you smirked at her before turning to Remus and his wildly charming smirk. "I added a few more excerpts for Reparo and Revelio if that's okay with you. Just so if she doesn't like it, extra points for the longer report." you winked and he beamed at you.

"You are-" he took the papers from your hands and browsed through the report. "Amazing."

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You’ve been the gossip of the day with your new change. There wasn’t a student who didn’t hear about your hair and you found it funny how one hairstyle could be the biggest gossip of the whole school.

Since Mulciber heard the gossip, he grew so impatient to see you that he ditched his Arithmancy class just to find you. He walked the corridors with a quick pace, his expression lethal as always and his eyes scaring away every student who crossed his path.

It took him tiny little doubts to stop at one student and petrify him. Just to taste his fear for a little while, to feel more powerful for one small second... But his curiosity for you was far stronger, so he made his way to the Hufflepuff common room and made his way to your dorm.

He opened the door gently and slowly, peeking inside. “ (y/n), love?” he spoke softly and with a grin.

He came in, looking around the five beds and making his way towards yours. He sat on the bed right next to your bright yellow pillows and took a framed photo in his hands. It was a photo of both of you laughing even before the two of you started dating. During the holidays when you stayed at your aunt’s house, neighbor to Mulciber’s home. He chuckled and carefully placed it back where it belonged.

“ Mulciber?” a soft voice came from the bathroom door. “ Wha-what are you doing here?” you asked, putting a hood over your head and zipping up the hoodie up to your neck.

“ I heard my girl got a new haircut and I’ve been dying to see it.” he grinned and you felt tears spike your eyes. His grin immediately disappeared from his lips and he carefully took a few steps forward. “ What’s wrong?”

“ No-no-nothing’s wrong.” you stepped a few steps back and felt a tear fall down your cheek but you quickly wiped it away. “ Shite.” you forced a smile on your lips and try to avoid his gaze.

“ Love, you are terrible at lying to me.” he walked closer and reached for your hands. “ Now, tell me what’s wrong?”

“ I- I-” you stammered and felt tears roll down your cheeks without any of your control. “ I look awful!” you suddenly broke down. “ The-they pissed me off because they didn’t like my hair a-and I was so stupid and told the hairdresser to cut them all off!” you sobbed and he pulled you into a hug, placing his head on top of yours and rocking you left and right.

“ You don’t look awful.” he said and kissed the top of your hood. Slowly pulling you away, cupped your cheeks and wiped your tears away with his thumbs. His hand followed to your hood and slowly put it off, to reveal your new, short, bright violet hair, falling down your sides. “ Wow.” he smiled breathlessly with a glint in his eyes. “ You look just beautiful.”

You smiled at him and felt his hand run through your short hair. All you wanted to do was prove those girls they don’t have any power over you or that the stereotype of girls having long hair is crap. And you liked it at first but now looking in the mirror with your bright violet hair made you want to cry and grow them back.

“ You, my dear.” he smiled, lifting up your chin and leaning his forehead on yours. “ Look absolutely stunning in your crazy hair. I think I just fell in love with you more.” he continued and you let out a small laugh. He pulled you into a kiss, soft and gentle as he always was when it came to loving you. “ And if anybody has a problem with them, they have a problem with me too.”

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" Lupin - Johnson, Prince - Longbottom, Potter - Evans, Pettigrew - Hollows, (y/n) - Black..." you shot your head up immediately, staring at Professor Sprout.

"No, no, no, no, no..." you murmured to yourself and turned in your chair to face his devilish grey eyes. "No!" you pointed your finger at him but he only grinned.

" What an odd coincidence." he wiggled his eyebrows and licked the bottom of his lip, grinning.

"You did this on purpose!"

"Me?" he played daftly but kept the grin present. " How dare you accuse me of such a thing?!"

"Har- har." you retorded before turning to Remus.

You knew this was all his fault. He was the only one of the four smart enough to pull this off. He caught your gaze and immediately turned it away, tensing up from your angry energy.

" You are a dead man, Lupin."

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“ Thyme has numerous magical properties. It is available as an essential oil, it can be burned as incense and the leaves can be made into poultices and teas.” Sirius read while your pen scribbled along on the piece of paper. “ Thyme’s associations include healing, love, psychic knowledge and purification.” he continued and read the next line carefully, smirking midway. “ Thyme is associated with two planets, Mercury and Venus; with the element of water; and with Taurus and Libra. “ he closed the book and threw it on the table while you continued to write the last words you heard from him. After you finished, you looked up from the report and at him, quirking an eyebrow.

“ Why did you stop?” you asked perplexed by his sudden change of mood.

“ You know who else’s planet is Venus?” he leaned forward on his chair, eyes twinkling. “ Scorpio’s.”

“ You’re joking!” you scoffed and backed away from the report. You leaned on your chair, crossed your arms over your chest and stared at him with amusement. “ This is going to be fun.” you mumbled and continued to watch his grin spread as well as the mischief in his eyes.

“ You know who else is Scorpio?” he continued and you only watched. “ Me. “

“ What an interesting fact.” you pretended to be amazed, gasping dramatically as he only chuckled.

“I know right. And us Scorpio, well, you know us, we’re passionate...” he now leaned more forward, something else shimmering in his eyes. Something completely more dangerous. “ ...stubborn..” he continued, leaning closer. “ ...determined...” his voice started to lower into a more angry yet seductive. “...and we get jealous really quickly. "

You smirked and placed your hand over his face, pushing him further away from you. " And my horoscope is just about not giving a damn about whatever comes out from your mouth, except anything related to Thyme and its magical properties."

" Okay then. " he grinned and leaned back on his chair, mirroring your posture. " Thyme doesn't understand how Venus is good for her and how Mercury is not. "

You scoffed once again, seeing his metaphore. " Thyme is completely alright with planet Mercury. "

" Yeah but Venus knows her better than Mercury. Venus knows what's good for her and Mercury doesn't."

"And what does Venus say what's good for Thyme, huh?"

"Well, dating Mercury is a first. He joined the Death Eaters and I hardly doubt he didn't get the Dark Mark already. One thing leads to another and Mercury is growing dark and pulling Thyme with it." he spoke in more serious tone, causing you to glare at him.

"Well, at least Mercury gives me something Venus never could. "

"Sex? Because God knows I could-"

"Love!" you cut him off, standing up. "It's love! Something you never gave. You think you love me, Sirius, when all you do is being possessive over me because your ex got together with your biggest enemy!"

" NO! NO!" he bellowed back, growling. " It's not because I love you or don't love you! It's because I know that you think you're being all bad-arse and cool, hanging around with him and his friends but all you're doing is following him into the darkness! I know that's not you! I just know it deep inside you're not the person you want to be. "

"I don't pretend Sirius!"

"I know you don’t but you're acting out! He's not the one for you! As much as you want him to not submit to the Dark Lord, you're wrong! Sooner or later he's gonna do it and whatever you want to do you can't! I'm sorry but you can't!"

"Yes, I can! He loves me!"

"He's a pureblood, (y/n)! And like any pureblood, he'll choose reputation and family over anybody! Over you!"

"You didn't."

"I'm different!"

"Oh, here we go again with the egoism." you huffed and rolled your eyes. "Bravo, Sirius."

“I- UGHH!” he clenched his fingers and ran his hands through the sides of his head. “ You are unbelievable to argue with!” he growled angrily in desperation to which you found oddly amusing and funny.

You never saw this side of Sirius. The angry Sirius, the desperate Sirius. He really tried to prove a point to you right now to which you did nothing but continue to avoid.

You let out a small hum, similar to laughter. You couldn’t help yourself but laugh at the situation, confusing him even more.

“What?” he asked, firstly completely perplexed with one of his thick black eyebrow quirking up before his lips spread into a grin. “What are you laughing about?”

“You.” you chuckled and continued to smile at him. “Us. Look at us. We’re bickering like two old married couple. ” you let out another chuckle and he smiled as well.

“Two old married couple.” he repeated so quietly you could barely hear the disbelief in his voice.

“Look.” you spoke after the chuckling settled down. “I know you don’t like Mulciber and I am completely aware of him and his loyalty to the Dark Lord. If it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be. If he decides to choose him over me, I get to live with that. It wouldn’t be my first heartbreak.” you simpered and his smile quickly faded, taking a hold of your hand.

“I never meant for you to get through all that. I never meant of us to break up so ugly as we did. ” he spoke softly with guilt in his tone.

“Sirius, it’s okay.”

“No, let me finish.” he sighed and took a deep breath in. “ You’re right. I do have a big ego and I’d do anything to keep my reputation right but what I got taught at the Potters all those years is that doing the right thing, that’s what matters not reputation. So yes, I do need to apologize to you because I never slept with you or your best friend but I started a rumor that I did and I shouldn’t have done that. It just came out so wrong and under so much pressure, I didn’t know a clue I was doing… But please don’t smoke or go dark. You don’t deserve that.”

You giggled at his last two sentences. “ I won’t go dark, don’t you worry. ” you pulled away from his hold and turned back to the books. “ Or smoke but I will force you to finish this Thyme assignment with me.” you smiled and he let go of your hands to grab the book.

He opened it on the page he closed on before and cleared his throat. Before he started, his eyes glanced one more time to you. “ I love the hair by the way. It’s different.” he smiled and you looked up to meet his eyes as well.

His eyes that held something so lovely inside. A mystery you couldn’t decide but felt the answer to. So, ignoring every single flare that lit up between the two of you, you shook your head and simpered. “ Thanks.”

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