#fucked up his name in the tags my bad gang i would never disrespect my king on purpose

[causeimcrayzeebee]

NO SPOILERS FOR TETRO DANGANRONPA PINK PLS!!!

just started listening to this fangan, ive only just got through the chapter 1 motive being introduced, and drew these impulsively. hasegawa and kamimura have no right to be so in love. im kinda terrified we all know this is gonna end HORRIBLY and i will reblog this saying well this aged so um let’s go yaoi or whatever

[wallflowerimagines]

Hi! I looove your posts! Thank you so much for sharing your writing!

I was wondering… could you maybe write about the Four Lords with a shy S/O that gets bold and defensive when someone insults the lords? or calls them names? And the Lord’s reaction to the S/O acting different? Dk if im explaining myself >.<

Again! Love your work! Have a great day!

We stan protective partners on this blog!!

Warnings: uh...insults? They're pretty over the top😅 Also swearing.

Alcina Dimitrescu

Honestly, Alcina is more than able to defend herself.

She's got a tongue like a viper, and the thickest skin imaginable. If you really want to hurt her feelings, you have to be someone whom she already respects to a certain degree, or she won't even be phased.

Still, when she leaves a room, there's always some idiot that thinks it's a smart idea to talk shit.

Maybe it's a maid, maybe it's a guest in the Castle, but either way you're not having it.

"God, you're annoying." There was a pause before they opened their mouth again, and you rolled your eyes. "No please, by all means, continue to share your lack of taste with the rest of us."

You disassemble this dumbass, starting small with comments about their personality (trying to keep it classy), but escalating the more they choose to double down on the comments.

Alcina comes back into the room to find you practically screaming at this asshole.

"Look, all you have accomplished here today is revealing that you are a fundamental disappointment on every possible level. My life is worse now that I've heard you open your mouth, you disrespectful, shit licking worm fucker."

Alcina is stunned. You do not give off "aggressive guard dog" vibes at all, yet here you are defending her tooth and nail. While she had seen brief moments of your inner strength and protective streak (mostly towards her daughters) she just...never thought you would do the same for her.

It's not because she doesn't trust you or love you! But nobody has ever done something like this for her before? Ever? She's never had anyone try to protect her--not physically, and not even verbally. She's been so independent for so long that it's... Strange to see you support her so openly.

She doesn't need you to do this for her, she doesn't even expect it, but you do it anyway for no other reason than the fact that you love her. You want people to give her the respect she deserves.

I'm going to be real here: Alcina has never been closer to swooning before in her life. You're overcoming your shyness because you believe in her so much-- it's not a gesture meant to be romantic, but Alcina can't help but see this as a massive statement of your commitment to her.

Seriously. This is such a massive thing for her that if proposals weren't already on her mind, she is mentally picking out a ring for you the minute this happens.

Then, of course, she glides into the room, kisses you until you're breathless and babbling, and smirks at the unfortunate peon who thought they could get away with insulting House Dimitrescu.

She's in such a good mood that she's considering going easy on the idiot. Maybe removing their tongue would be enough of a warning?

Donna Dimitrescu

You don't really know how it's possible but apparently some people don't like Donna Beneviento? Some people think she's scary and unpleasant????

Wild. Can't imagine what that's like.

The two of you are honestly the sweetest, most toothrottingly adorable couple-- blushing when you hold each other's hands, sneaking glances at each other across rooms, giving each other kisses and forgetting whatever was on your mind...

Honestly, anybody who's critical of your relationship with your girlfriend is just a hater. Fuckers can pound sand😤

Still, you are pretty shy, so it takes a lot for you to defend yourself if someone comments about you. It can take a lot of courage to stand up against rude remarks, and sometimes it's easier to walk away.

Defending Donna, on the other hand?

The minute someone even thinks about dismissing her, you are ready to throw hands.

"My lovely girlfriend already said no, meaning you're either deaf or too stupid to pick up on simple social cues," you purse your lips and give the rude and pushy Villager a patronizing once over. "You and your opinion are equally useless. Get the fuck away from us."

Donna blinks.

She... Was not expecting this??? At all?? You're so nice! You always tell her about your attempts to avoid confrontation! What's going on??? How did you get the guts to say what she's always wanted to say?

Meanwhile, Angie is LIVING.

The little doll chimes in to assist you with the verbal homicide, working as a tag team to absolutely murder this moron. She's half partner, half hype man, and is so excited to do this with you. Normally, she has to protect Donna all by herself, but she's relieved and reassured that you stepped in first.

'USELESS IS TOO NICE, THOUGH! THAT IMPLIES THEY AREN'T A POINTLESS, RANCID, LONELY FREAK. THEY LOOK LIKE THEY CRY WHEN THEY MASTURBATE.'

You high five Angie, still glaring daggers at the unfortunate villager.

The two of you continue to ream into the villager, while Donna hovers nearby.

As surprised as she is, she's also grateful. She's only really ever had Angie to help shield her from insults and disrespect (and occasionally inducing horrifying hallucinations that make people claw off their own skin), but having you in her corner makes her feel safe.

Not to get totally sappy, but you're like her knight in shining armor in a lot of ways. And the fact you two are so similar is really motivating-- She wants to one day be confident enough to return the favor. Until then, she's happy to watch her two favorite people have fun insulting some stranger ❤️

Salvatore Moreau

With you being so shy, Salvatore is surprised how often he takes the lead in your relationship.

He's not normally all that outgoing, but you seem to bring out a side of him that's very protective. Whenever you have a bad day he wants to bundle you up and keep you safe from the world.

If he so much as holds your hand you start stuttering and avert your gaze. It creates a feedback loop where you both get flustered, but Moreau has never felt steadier. Despite your shyness, you make sure he knows how much you love him.

You're sweet as pie and twice as kind--Salvatore is the luckiest man in the world, nobody can convince him otherwise 💕💕

So it comes as a total shock that when a passing fisherman spits in your path and calls him a freak, your entire demeanor does a 180.

Your posture straightens and you look the villager dead in the eye, "I don't believe anyone asked your opinion."

Salvatore: 😳

This is not the time, and he totally knows it, but, uh, something about your tone??? Really does it for him???

While he's attempting to process why exactly he's starting to short circuit, you proceed to verbally shred this person to bits with clinical efficiency-- nothing is off limits.

They might try to defend themselves, but it's useless. You do not let up.

"Ugly? Monster? Bitch your teeth are throwing gang signs, don't throw stones from your shining glass house."

You insult their appearance, what they're holding, their smell-- you get so fucking mean that you might even make them cry.

Moreau is just lost right now, trying hard to figure out how exactly you were able to gain all of this confidence so quickly.

He's not upset! In fact he's very flattered! But, he also doesn't want you to get into a fight with some unimportant stranger. (After all, if they so much as throw a punch, they're straight up dead. Moreau is a patient man, but he's not that patient. You do not hurt his partner and live to tell the tale.)

He may a healer but...

Eventually he steps between you and the fisherman in an attempt to deescalate the situation, but you just kiss him on the cheek and step around him, determined to make your point.

Blushing hard, Moreau lets you do what you want. What can he say? Fish man likes himself a protective partner 💞

Karl Heisenberg

Magnet Man is not the most social guy to begin with, so any opportunities you have to stick up for him are already pretty slim.

He mostly knows you as the shy, sweet, easily flustered partner that lets out a cute squeak every time he sneaks up to hug you from behind.

Karl's honestly happy just to spend time with you all alone in the Factory. It's not the best or healthiest mindset, but he'd be perfectly content to only ever see you for the rest of his life. Spending time with anybody else feels like a boring waste in comparison.

But occasionally, you do head out into town with him. Heisenberg wants you to be safe so he doesn't do it often, but running errands with you is a weakness of his. It's domestic in a way that he's never experienced before.

He likes it ❤️

What he does not like is the shopkeeper starting to give their opinions on the quality of your relationship with him.

Most insults Karl will let slide because he doesn't particularly care. However if anyone makes a comment on how scared (shy) you look around him, how you must be being threatened into being with him, how poorly Lord Heisenberg is treating you...he won't stand for it.

But before his fingers can even twitch towards his hammer, you snap.

"You're clearly the blindest cocksucker I've ever met--so wipe the cum out of eyes and mind your own fucking business."

Karl does a double take.

He's heard you curse before, but quietly. The words coming out of your mouth are WILD right now, he has NEVER seen you so angry. You're defending him with the aggression of a wild animal, and it's simultaneously HILARIOUS, but for some reason he's also getting a warm fuzzy feeling in his chest?

He doesn't need you to protect him like this, but seeing you blatantly argue how much you love and cherish him in public reassures him in a way he didn't know he needed.

Still, hearing you call the shopkeeper "shit for brains" is the funniest thing that's happened in years.

Heisenberg starts laughing, and the more you shout at the idiot, the harder he laughs. Is it weird how hard he wants to kiss you right now?

Eventually, he just has to drag you away, cackling as you continue to shout insults at the unfortunate shopkeep. There's got to be an alley around here for some good old fashioned privacy 💕

[thespoonisvictory]

“Techno and Wilbur make Cave Better” Key Conversations

Hi, so I��m doing a big Pogtopida Wilbur analysis rn, mainly of this stream, and I basically decided to transcribe all major events, conversations, and quotes for the masses, to reference during said analysis. 

This was such a good stream to look at, and there’s some really interesting stuff to analyze, as Wilbur interacts with almost every portion of the story and develops his character in a really interesting way. I definitely recommend watching the stream if you want to understand Wilbur’s character, or at least read this. If you like to write meta, have fun with this oh boy.

Major quotes and full conversations are bolded for clarity, timestamps are added, and names are shortened when writing dialogue. If the character is not tagged Wilbur is the one speaking (W = Wilbur, TU = Tubbo, F = Fundy, S = Schlatt, and TO = Tommy). 

“Hey Techno. I’m in a better mood today. I’m in a better- do you know I’m- I’m over fucking losing Manburg y’know.” 11.08

“The revolution is coming. the only difference is I’m not gonna be sad while doing it. I’m gonna be happy, while revolting.” 11.20

“Hey Techno, do you wanna see how over Manburg I am, dude? How over L’Manburg I am? You ready for this? *reveals Pogtopia skin*” 11.25

“That filthy, dirty, coat. I didn’t wash it once, I’ll be honest with you, Technoblade.” 11.40

*Techno shows him the farm, Wilbur is concerned but a little frightened by the amount of time he’s spent on this lol*

“First, I think, I wanna make this place look nicer, cause I won’t be able to work in this cavern if it’s just like, if it’s natural generation, y’know?” 14.33

*they join vc with tubbo*

“Tubbo’s one of the few people I trust, Technoblade. Like, I’m still figuring you out right now, but, at the moment, Tubbo seems to be pretty on the ball. He seems pretty keen on the whole spying thing.” 16.13

“See the thing is, Tubster, can I call you Tubster? Cool, cool. See the thing is Tubbony, I need help, today. Tubbo, do you know anything about super smelters.” 16.53

*they meet up in Manburg to go to Pogtopia, Wilbur doesn’t feel safe coming too close*

“Tubbo. You’ve lost the revolutionary gear. I’m so proud of you man, I’m so proud of you. We’ve finally moved on. It’s the next part!” 19.32

*Wilbur is visibly upset by Tubbo wearing the suit, despite it being a “disguise” and him saying Schlatt’s name, however*

“I was sleeping last night, before I changed my clothes, and I thought to myself, I thought to myself Tubbo you’ve done so much for our great nation.”20.17

“Have you heard of the Sunk Cost Fallacy?” *Wilbur explains the fallacy* “So, in that logic, I think you are physically incapable of giving up. I think you’re physcially incapable of giving up L’manburg. Because you’ve put in so much effort! You’ve put in so much work, y’know. So that’s why...” 22.12

*Wilbur shows Tubbo Pogtopia*

“Pogtopia isn’t a nation, as much as Tommy seems to think it is. We’re a commune, now. Don’t call me Mr President anymore, Tubbo, you’ve gotta call me, uh, Wilbs... In the commune, we’re all equal, we’re all comrades. We’re all equal” 24.24

*Wilbur compares them to Russian revolutionaries*

“Except with this Russian revolution, we’re not all gonna die. And also the nation we’re gonna make afterwards will not fail.” (oh god I’m sad) 25.15

*they talk about the super smelter, wilbur and tubbo are wholesome :(*

W: “Welcome to the commune, welcome to Pogtopia. Now, I know what you’re thinking, you’re thinking Wilbur- Wilbur-”

TU: “I think it looks lovely”

W: “oh,  see I thought you were gonna say ‘Wilbur Wilbur this looks like shit’, and I was gonna say ‘yes Tubbo, yes it does look shit’”

TU: “I mean, you obviously- I don’t think you’ve seem Manburg lately.”

Wilbur’s tone becomes serious, maybe angry “I haven’t seen Manburg lately. Why do you rub this in.”

TU: “What- no- I didn’t mean it like that-”

W: “No- I heard you man-”

TU: “No, it’s really gone quite in the opposite direction-”

Wilbur’s tone cheers up a bit. “Oh- it’s bad? It looks bad?

TU: “Yeah”

W: “Oh, that’s brilliant, that’s great news, Tubbo, thank you, I-, that means that when we go and fix it- let me show you...” 27.40

*Wilbur wants to add more people to Pogtopia, tells Techno to get more food*

*Wilbur talks about possibly exporting “Pogtopia Potatoes” to L’manburg, and poisoning them. This is never brought up again though and isn’t treated seriously*

“I wanna make sure it looks nice for when the gang gets on.” 31.35

*Schlatt joins the game, and joins vc. Wilbur is immediately panicked, telling him to make an alibi*

“How’s running L’man-Manburg going for you?” “It’s going great.” “Yeah, it’s a lovely place isn’t it, nice situation.” 34.30

*this continues a bit, Wilbur is very obviously not a big fan of this conversation. Schlatt talks about demolishing things. Wilbur’s tone is soft and somber*

W: “Oh- What are you demolishing.”

S: “The Elton John house.”

W: “Oh- that was-”

S: “I reckon we’ll take the rocket down as well, and maybe uh-”

W: “oh- ok”

S:“what is this thing, whad’you call this thing, Tubbo?”

T: “This is that cAHmrvan van”

W: *quietly* “the camARvan”

S: “The cAHmarvan?”

W: *quietly* “The camARvan” 

S: “That’s a stupid name, I reckon we put a big apartment building right over it.” 

*Wilbur moves away from his desk in shock, the conversation continues, Wilbur is shocked by the dress code being suits as Schlatt insults the revolutionary uniforms, leaves vc*

“Techno- I fucking hate him, Technoblade. He’s the fucking worst, you get it, you get it don’t you? He’s everything- he’s everything I cannot stand.” 37.32

*Wilbur talks about dismantling the oppressive government, and quotes Spongebob. They chat for bit, both misunderstanding anarchy dear god*

“One thing I really want to make sure of, cause as much as I’m still not entirely trustful of Tubbo, because he said it was a disguise... Tubbo said that he was wearing the suit as a disguise, right. Turns out that’s true. Turns out it’s the dresscode. So, Tubbo lied to me, which is not the best start for our political relationship, but y’know it’s cool, at least he’s actually online today, unlike- unlike one of my right hand men.”40.26

“Whilst I’m not entirely trustful of Tubbo, I would- still don’t wanna see him get hurt by Schlatt” 41.19

*Wilbur rejoins Schlatt’s vc. He’s still really bitter about being removed from Manburg. The whole Schlatt has diamonds in his furnace conversation happens. Schlatt asks where Niki lives, and Wilbur immediately leaves vc*

“Techno we need to get to the docks, this is your first mission under us, please comrade, please. armor. armor. We need to get to Manburg quickly, this isn’t a drill, this is first thing. We’re not gonna attack we’re just gonna watch, and then see what happens.”45.06

*Techno is mining, and Wilbur says he’ll get there on his own time before leaving. Wilbur arrives in Manburg and is disgusted by the apartment buildings, venturing in while Techno has no clue where Manburg is*

*Wilbur goes into Niki’s bakery*  “I think Schlatt’s just mugged Niki” 49.14

“Which is why I need you here, Technoblade. You’re kinda my last resort.”  50.00

*Wilbur looks over Manburg and watches Niki, Fundy, Schlatt, and Tubbo interact. They join Niki’s vc, Techno isn’t keeping hidden well and Wilbur is stressed. Wilbur is trying to balance both of them and making all the calls.*

W: “Niki I’ve gotta go, Niki I’ve gotta go, I promise- I- look- if- we’re in too much of a hot position right now to take in everyone from every sort of like person we need into our new cave. So you’re gonna have to hold out in Manburg a bit longer. Is that ok?”

N: “Of course. I will.”

W: “Mm k.”

N: “Take care, Wil.”

W: “Thank you.” 

W is obviously distraught at leaving her behind, but leaves vc. 55.05

Techno isn’t in vc, and Wilbur just softly goes “Comrade Technoblade? Is he- I’m on my own. I’m on my own.” 55.38

*Tommy joins the game and Techno joins vc* “I thought he was gone, no it’s Tommy. I didn’t think he’d be coming on, I didn’t think he’d- oh thank god!”

*they join vc with Tubbo Punz and Schlatt. Techno offers to “initiate order Kennedy” and Wilbur freaks out*

*Fundy joins vc*

S: “Fundy- Fundy- I y’know I wasn’t gonna do this so early into my reign, but I think you should have a promotion. I mean this is just such a good idea, this is just such a good idea.”

F: “You’re being very generous here Schlatt.”

W panics. “Don’t give him promotions, he’s too young, he doesn’t understand, he’s- he needs to learn more. No- he needs to learn more, I should know he’s my son.”

S: “I’m promoting him.”

F: “Wilbur, Imma need you to shut up for a second.”

W: “Don’t you speak like that to me, Fundy. Don’t forget where you came from,  Fundy.”

S: “What’s the relationship between you and Wilbur, Fundy?”

F: *sigh* “Wilbur, he’s just a founder, and I was born here, and nothing else. It’s literally everything there is to is to it.”

W, softly and sadly: “You know that’s not-”

Schlatt interrupts: “See, it’s so great to have natural-born citizens of Manburg, taking the country direction into their own hands. I mean, I really over this purple stripe, instead of that ugly blue one.”

*Wilbur has hand over his mouth in disbelief and sadness

F: “I must agree.”

*F and S continue to talk*

W, seemingly on the verge of tears: “I don’t know who you are anymore, Fundy, I don’t know who you are anymore.” he leaves the vc and joins Tommy. 

“I couldn’t be there anymore.”  1.01.36

*Immediately, Tommy tries to talk to him, while Wilbur is obviously angry and upset. Tommy is waiting for his command to burn down the flag.”

TO:“I’m stood here, by the flag with a flint and steel, Wilbur.”

W, panicked. “Tommy control yourself, control yourself, it’s not worth it.”

TO: “Do I take my shot?”

W: “Tommy do not take your shot.”

TO: “Wilbur he disrespected you!”

W, even more panicked: “He disrespected me, yes but we’ve talked about this Tommy. Tommy, if we cast the first stone-”

TO: “Wilbur, I wanna do it Wilbur.”

*now Tubbo shows up, holding a book*

W: “Tubbo, what is that book?”

TO: “I wanna do it!”

TU: “It’s, um, it’s nothing much, it’s not really anything worth worrying about.”

W, softly: “What is it. Why are you holding it.”

TU: “It’s- Schlatt has given me- It’s the papers Schlatt made me. Yeah, it’s what he, yeah.”

W: “Give it to me.”

TU: “Are you sure?”

TO at the same time: “Wilbur tell me now Fundy’s coming up. Do I light the fires of  victory, of independence?”

*W is reading the book MANBURG TO-DO*

TU: “Uh- I’m gonna need that back”

TO at the same time: I could do with a clear yes or no, this isn’t a- as much as silence is-

W interrupts, suddenly angry: “Tommy burn that place to the ground. Burn that place to the ground and try to as many people trapped in it as possible.”

TO laughs

TU: “I’m gonna need that book back- oh- oo.”

*W throws the book back*

TO: “Wilbur do I kill your son?”

W, no longer distracted: “Keep him alive, Tommy.”

TO: “Again- I could do, I’m actually-”

W: “Tommy, we’re comrades here.”

TO: “Wilbur, take one look at Manburg, cause it ain’t no more!”

W: “Tubbo, take me to Manburg.”

TU: “Ok.”

TO: “I could kill Schlatt and Big Q right now.”

W: “Keep them alive, we need them alive Tommy.”

TO: “Can I just shoot em once?”

W, exasperated: “If you want.”

TO: “Yeah, I did. It’s more of my own self fulfillment.”

W: *sighs* “We’ve cast the first stone. Our little ravine is now, it’s now in a difficult spot.” 1.03.30

*Wilbur meets Tubbo at Manburg and they head back to Pogtopia*

TO: “The flags gone, and your son is corrupt.”

W: “I know he is, and I don’t need reminding of that, Tommy.” 1.06.30

*Schlatt joins vc and tells Tommy to leave Manburg, and leaves again. Wilbur tells Tommy again not to burn down the forest, and is legitimately upset at the idea. He says it’s the thing they’re fighting against. Techno rejoins vc*

“Tommy, if you don’t fix the mistake you’ve made here, I don’t know if you’re the best fit for Pogtopia.” 1.10.46

*Wilbur asks Tubbo and Techno if they’ve checked the forest, but they’re both busy*

W: “Alright well I’ll go and looking for the fucking forest, I guess. I have to do everything around here.”

*Tubbo and Techno protest.*

W: “No no no, it’s fine you two are doing much harder work than I am.” 1.12.37

*Tubbo and Wilbur talk about how Quackity isn’t happy under Schlatt, how he’s protesting a lot of Schlatt’s measures.*

“He’s a man who I thought, really cared about his nation, but, hey y’know, I’ve been wrong before.” 1.13.55

*the conversation shifts to Fundy, and Wilbur recounts what Fundy said, clearly upset. Tubbo is shocked by this*

“It’s ok, it’s ok, y’know, cause, it’s fine! I- y’know, bonds are formed in blood, not family blood, the other blood, the blood where you stab shit. Yeah, that’s where bonds are formed.”1.14.55

*Tubbo, Techno, and Wilbur chat more, Schlatt joins vc for a bit. Tubbo and Wilbur keep up the bit that Tubbo is loyal to Schlatt until he leaves. Tubbo says explained his absence to Schlatt*

“Tubbo, you’re- see with Technoblade, right, I have no doubt that Technoblade is on my side, right. Cause with Technoblade, with Technoblade, right, I know that he wants blood, and he wants war. Cause that’s how Technoblade works y’know. He just wants to fight and he wants to kill bad guys, right. Yeah, look at him, he a little libertarian- little anarchist, right. So here’s what I’m saying, right: you however- little, I can’t tell if you’re cozying up to Schlatt to help spy, or if you’re cozying up to Schlatt because you quite like how he treats you. I mean look, Tubbo, I’ll be the first one to say it, I didn’t always treat you the best, on L’Manburg, and I know I didn’t, I- I- I was somewhat of a distant ruler- I pretty much only- don’t agree that fucking excitedly, man- look I wasn’t the best ruler I know I wasn’t. Well I think I was a good ruler, but I, I- Tubbo I don’t know if you are just prefering his rule over mine, and I feel like I gotta win you over.”

TU seems to disagree, but says ok.

TU: “Well I’m making this farm, I wouldn’t be putting in this much time if I wasn’t.”

W: No I know, I know, but that’s probably what’d you be saying to Schlatt as well if you were doing work for him.”

TU: “That is- that is very- yeah that is very true, actually.” 1.25.07

*Tubbo says his excuse is that he was pregnant in the name of being transparent. They discuss plans for the farm, and the stream ends*

Wilbur, raiding Niki: “Now, Niki is currently probably the last person who I know is on our side,, who I know is definitely on our side right now. And she, basically, is just sort of trapped in Manburg, cause I can’t get her out, cause we’ve got Tubbo out that’s fine, but I can’t get Niki out for a while. She’s being taxed and she’s being watched very closely by Schlatt. More closely than Tubbo, weirdly, and Schlatt is just being a horrible person to her as you know. So I’m gonna need you to go over there and I’m gonna need you to give her some love. “ <3 1.31.52

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Choking On Sapphires 93

Characters: Alfie Solomons x Genevieve (OFC)

Title & Song: Bigger Boys and Stolen Sweethearts

Summary: Alfie is never far from paranoia. But he and Genevieve both find that it's granted when it seems like the whole of London could be out to get them.

Warnings/Tags: Crime. Canon typical everything. 

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There were only a handful of men in the abandoned warehouse in London this night. A location well suited, as gloomy and shady as their business practices. The cover of smog and fog from the nearby canal both serving as cover for their 'off the book' transactions. Despite their dastardly reputations, if these few men had somehow all been taken out at one time, the city would’ve plunged into bloody chaos that would lead to more trouble than already fell upon their territories.

They were a motley crew to be sure, all with twitching hands and shifty eyes. Not an ounce of trust to be found between any of them. They’d been called to this neutral ground on the guise there was a threat looming over them all. But since when wasn't there one? This desperate claim had been made by Niko, the newest head of the Greek gang who was less than a year into leading after assassinating his father. He was being met with much criticism. The decision to bring together the gangs and criminal leaders of London tonight would be met with the same disdain.

The men stood in their big coats with deep pockets, their seconds in the shadows of the dimly lit and dusty warehouse. Niko stood self-assured in his shirt with the rolled-up sleeves to show his heavy and dark forearms, hair black and slicked away from a strong masculine face. He was feeling accomplished for the ability to get all these infamous people together, and if he’s been smarter he would have actually done something with the occasion. You had the drug runners, the triads, who expected the threat to be from another country. The Sicilians who were known for their brothels thought perhaps new law enforcement might’ve been a threat to their money-making. The English boys and their known violence with the protection rackets they ran, this being their home and all, were worried about the Americans coming in and trying to disrupt the well-established lines in the sand for territories. There were bookmakers and gambling den owners, none who wanted their flows disrupted. Sabini, perhaps the most intelligent of them all had been over the race tracks for some time now, only sharing the space by negotiation or force with the Peaky boys or the Jews. And he couldn’t help but notice neither of which were at this gathering.

Sabini, looking at his pocket watch with a hard face knows Alfie wouldn’t be one to be late, and seeing as he knew the rumors of he and Nikos falling out, his suspicions were growing by the ticks of the watch hands. His faith this would be worth his while was dwindling just as quickly.

“I suppose you are the ones who are going to show...shame not everyone could hear this.” Niko begins, standing from his perched spot on a large wooden crate. “I know you have heard of a joining of powers to be happening soon. And I believe we should all take this as a threat.”

“What are the bloody Americans doin' now?” Billy Hill, one of the English roughens groans.

“No Americans.” Niko corrects and most of the men in the room go through relief and then a feeling of ‘then what?’. “One of London’s own and the French.” He begins.

Sabini groans audibly.

“I’m serious!” Niko insists with eyes that say he’s telling the truth. “I’m sure you’ve all heard that the Jew Alfie Solomons and that French whore Genevieve Durand are getting married.”

“Fucks sake.” Is the grumble of choice that works its way around the crowd.

“We can’t have her alliances and the Jews pairing! It’ll throw off the balance we’ve worked so hard to achieve!”

“And how is Solomons marrying going to affect anyone but him?” The annoyed lead of the Asian gangs calls out.

“This Durand is no ordinary woman.” Niko compulsorily insists.

“Yeah, we know you’re sweet on her.” Sabini mutters.

“This is about her French connections. Parliament, the gypsies, and the Irish! All of them will be with Solomons and not against him now because of her.”

“Look. She’s the godmother of a Shelby baby. That hardly calls for panic. She’s the niece of a French Jew, who has NO footing here. Those are not alliances. You’re acting like a bloody woman, so dramatic.” Sabini purses his lips.

“We all know what Horne did to her.” Billy interjects. “If you think she’s a threat after a wallop like that you’re mad. Alfies the one ya gotta watch for, and you know those Jews, they get all sentimental about their wives. This could work in our favor if he’s gone soft for the bird.”

“I do not think underselling Solomons is a good move. You saw what he did to Horne.” The Asian lead reminds them.

“That shows how unstable he is!” Niko yells.

“Well he didn’t kill his own father now did he?” One of the bookmakers snarks.

“Everyone agreed to that!” Niko shouts, his anger showing at not getting his way.

“Yeah and I think everyone’s agreeing that we don’t give a fuck about the hard prick you’ve got for Solomons woman and how you want us to the dirty work to take him out of the picture.” Billy’s known brash remarks surprise no one.

“That’s not what this is about. She’ll be trouble! I'm telling you. She’s a sly one. Don’t underestimate her. She could be a loose cannon and telling Solomons what to do, and with the men she’s got behind her she could try to take over the city!”

Everyone but Niko laughs. “Her? Telling ALFIE what to do?” Sabini laughs and wipes away an imaginary tear to sell his point. “You daft boy, listen… she’s a woman yeah? She’s gonna get married and shit out a few little kykes and fall into place. Same as the rest. It’s what they DO.”

“She’s not like other women.” Niko growls.

“We know you’re sore about losin' her to a old man like Solomons, yeah?”

“Maybe she prefers the cut cocks.” Someone remarks and a chuckle passes through the group.

“More like the money.” Another adds and a general nod of agreement moves in a wave across the room.

“LISTEN!” Niko shouts in anger. “I think this marriage is a bad idea. She’s been knocked senseless, attacking people in public, and we know Solomons can be unpredictable. Look what he did to Horne!?”

“A man’s love and loyalty to a woman is fueled by an ancient fire. He was within his right to do that.”

“As poetic as that is,” Sabini rolls his eyes “I’ve known Alfie longer than any of you. And if I say there’s no reason to react then there’s not.” He states clearly with the wheels in his head turning his unspoken thoughts.

“He burned down half the city for that woman. He threw a tantrum like a child and bypassed so many of our unspoken rules in the name revenge.” Niko screeches.

“Like you now, yeah?” Sabini snarks. “You have no business with either of them now. Because YOU threw a fit? Remember?” Niko puffs up in shame. “Why do you care? Why are you wasting our time?” Sabini gestures with his hands and gives Niko a disgusted expression for bringing them there “If ya gonna call us all up, Why not talk about the upcoming elections? Or how they're clearing out the slums and breaking up all our established territories?” The reaction from the group is a unanimous groan of agreement. “Those are real fuckin’ things to worry about. If you’re so concerned about women in power why not go after the fucking labour party too?” Sabine’s experience overrides Niko and his barely thought out objections.

The group laughs and makes Niko feel small and childish. A feeling he hated as the youngest son and one he hadn’t felt since his father died. It did him and no one else any favors to light that pain within him again. For it was the one that lead him to kill the last man who caused it. But now that he had the attention of the entire family. ho knows how he would lash out next time he reached his breaking point?

For as crass and disrespectful as Sabini was, he wasn’t the dumbest criminal in London by a long shot. He’d thought about what Niko said after patronizing him in front of everyone. Even though he didn’t agree, he did have a few points of sense that he hadn’t meant to make. Alfie would be having to change up his repertoire. He had Shelby in Parliament and an uncle in law that was the head of a crime family. Albeit was in France, but clout was clout and bodies were bodies when fighting broke out. Sabini didn’t think Gen would be a problem, as he had heard of her seriousness with her newly found Judaism and expected her to be a good little wife and let her husband rule the roost. But Sabini only knew of the slurs and stereotypes for the Jewish people, not so much their beliefs. Because if he had, he’d know what sort of power, Gen, as the wife would hold in their household. Instead, he saw an opportunity to mend things with Alfie. A peace offering for the joyous occasion so it wouldn’t seem suspicious. As he had said, he knew Alfie. He knew what he was capable of and what a pain in the arse he could be. He’d like to make things easier, not harder so he knows it’s time to make a truce, to show him he wasn’t a threat. Sabini knew it was time to reach out to an old school mate. Because he most certainly didn’t want Alfie Solomons on his bad side.

———

Genevieve’s giggle could be heard from the other side of her bedroom door. The raised hand to knock hesitates.

“Do I have to do it?” The young boy winces, fearing interrupting Solomons during his time with his fiancé.

“Oh fucking-c’mon!” Claire gruffs and shoves him out of the way. “Gen? Alfie? Pardon the interruption but we have some little birds with news out here.

The groan of Alfie can be heard, rolling to his back and throwing his arm dramatically. “WOT THEY WANT?” He shouts as Gen pops out of bed to throw his pants at him and slide on a gown before slinking back into bed. “WHO is it?” He asks quickly after.

“One of yours and one of Genevieve’s.”

“Both?” She hears the women in question ask.

“Come in.” Alfie commands, now sitting up with the covers pulled up under his arms.

“Go on.” Claire shoves the two young boys into the room who feel immediately as if they were trespassing. She stands in the doorway so they cannot leave and watches them creep forward.

“Ya gonna speak or what?” Alfie asks with a jut of his chin.

“Yes sir.” The taller of the two mumbles as he steps forward.

“Come to the foot of the bed and speak up.” Genevieve directs with much more kindness in her tone, directing them with a pointed finger.

“Yes ma’am.” The boy keeps his eyes lowered, his hat being wrung in his hands, a clear ring of sweat around his collar. “Who first?”

“You dear, you’ve been employed the longest,” She explains to Alfie's nervous spy. “Seniority.” She nods.

“Yes ma’am. There was news of a meeting last night.”

After a pause, Alfie makes a rolling motion with his hand. “Anything else to go wif that to make it useful?”

“Downtown they saw some men meeting in one of the old warehouses.”

“Some men?” Genevieve tries to get more out of the boy.

“Gangsters, ma’am.”

“Mmmph. And who?”

“Only person I was told the Greeks.”

“Fuckin ell.” Alfie sighs. “That all ya got?”

“Yes sir.”

“I have more.” The smaller of the two adds sheepishly.

“Then out wif it.” Alfie demands loudly.

“The Greek was there first, then some of the English Hill lads and the bookmaker Comer. Triads, Sabini, and the other Italians.”

“Now that’s the kinda report I need yeah?” Alfie says in a fatherly tone to his informer.

“Is that all?” Genevieve pries a final time.

“No one was inside to hear what was said but no shots or shoutin' and it was over very quickly. No one we knew was there.”

Alfie hums with narrowed eyes in thought. “What of the fascists?”

“No political men, only the kind what run the streets like you, sir.”

“Good lad.” He nods in approval.

“Claire pay them their due.” Genevieve points her way. “Leave with her boys, thank you.”

“Give the missus boy more,” Alfie calls out and the young one's eyes blink with surprise. “We reward detail. Leave nothing to interpretation when ya can lads.”

“Yes sir.” In unison comes from the shabby pair.

After the door is shut behind them the minds of the two business owners are piecing together what they had.

“Of course I wasn’t invited to this but I’m assuming you weren’t as well?”

“No,” Alfie says with a slow shake of his head. “No Jews at all actually.”

“But no fascists. Curious.”

“Not about us then.”

“Not as a whole, no. But Niko…”

“Yeah that... fuckers up to somefin.”

“I’ll keep an ear out, poke around at my retailers today.”

“Good, good. I know I can lean heavily on paranoia…”

“It’s kept you alive this long.” Genevieve smirks. “Listen to your gut, always.”

“But no one you run wif was there. None of ours. Leads one to believe this might be personal, yeah?”

“I do agree. We know the man isn’t happy about us. Now we're being left out and those with known loyalty to us are as well. I don’t believe that to be paranoia so much as putting together a bigger picture. Perhaps you could ask-“

“Sabini, yeah.” He finishes her thought.

“Mmm Hmm. He’s been behaving as of late. Due for another check-in I’d say.”

“And I’d say you’re right.”

———————-

Sabini happened to have reached out to Solomons for a meeting before Alfie had the chance to initiate. Alfie knew this meant one of two things, that Sabini needed him, or he needed Sabini. Or perhaps a third option of both? Alfie was prepared for all outcomes as he prided himself in.

For anyone else the smugness on Derby’s face, set to its usual twitch of him acting as if he’d smelled shit, would’ve been an indicator of which option was on the table for discussion. But this observation was useless against someone like Sabini. He didn’t give himself away until you dug in close and arrogance was his base nature.

He waltzed in like some greyscale silent film star with shiny shoes and a coat draped over his shoulders. His appearance next to Alfie gives nothing away that they were both raised in the same streets as the learned posh facade Sabini had long practiced to appear authentic. Alfie even has the passing thought of observing Sabini’s practiced measures of sitting down to be a tad too feminine at this point but that was neither here nor there, he supposes.

Alfie’s nose twitches both from his business mate’s luxury cologne and his impatience for the small talk. He was only interested in faux comradery if he could benefit from it. Sabini was lamenting on the state of the cabinet, the changes, and the way the kids no longer remembered the war and it was leading in directions he didn’t particularly care for. Perhaps it was an attempt to be personable, but Alfie had no time for such things when it came to someone who he’d known since before his balls dropped.

Alfie perks up his demeanor, hands flat and wide on his old wooden desk, dust unsettling as he hit heavily against the top. “Now DERBY… “He clears his throat, lips pooching out ever so slightly to appear in thought, but it was clearly making a mockery of the behavior of Sabini. “We could, y’know, sit and listen to you talk out ya arse ‘bout shit no one gives a FUCK about.” he blinks rapidly and nods his head with his low brow directed at his associate. “Or we could just skip it, the gossipin’ like the birds ‘n that, and get down to business. Like men.” his tongue punctuates against his teeth to show through his deepened voice that he meant what he said. In case Derby had forgotten.

“Now for what it’s worth, your precision is something I always did like about you Alfie.”

“Compliments ain’t like you now, Derby, old friend. Should I pull me cock out for those sweet words or do you want to get to your fucking point?”

With a slight wince of his lips, Sabini takes a deep breath to crispen his delivery. “I am here as a show of good faith, right? I have some information that you need and I want to discuss how this might affect us in the future.”

“Us?” Alfie laughs and sits back in his chair with a smug grin. “Presumptuous, innit?”

“Yes. Us, Alfie.” Sabini states with the annoyance already showing through in his voice.

“Go on then.” a demanding hand motions forth from the leather chair.

“The Greeks are trying to upset the truces.”

“Ahhh.” Alfie groans. “Always the fuckin’ Greeks, yeah? If not then it’s the Italians.” he jokes.

Sabini chose to ignore the jab. “I have the information you want. But I need something from you in return.”

“How do you know I need it? How do you know, yeah? That I don’t already know?” Alfie's lip curled up almost in an almost childish taunt.

“Because you aren’t reaching out to anyone. You’d be doing damage control if you knew. Gettin’ all the little ducks in a row to keep everyone in line.”

“You are being rather bold, y’know, there mate... Don’t much care for it to be honest. Arrogance, innit? Which means, you tellin' me how you think I fuckin’ run things, which you can fuck RIGHT OFF with, mate, respectively, I mean that Derby old mate… THAT indiscretion leads me to believe, yeah? That you do genuinely think that the information you have is valuable.” he taps the desk in front of him to demand the information with not only his words. “So what is it that you think is so important that you’d come down here to mingle among us… dirty dust bin lids, I believe is what you call us.

“I need something from you in return.”

Alfie throws his hands up half way, “Let me ask you this Derby, in all seriousness now lad, Are you thick? Are you lame? NO! No, listen ‘cause that statement was something an imbecile would say to a man like me.”

Sabini sighs and rolls his eyes, “Me ‘n you go way back Alfie. We’ve been enemies, and we’ve been friends. And isn’t it much better when we’re friends?”

“Oh yeah, mate.”

“I need us to be on the same side here. We grew up together. Immigrant lads and the like. We know war, we know the streets, we have an advantage here as a pair and I want to propose we work together instead of apart for the foreseeable future.”

“Mmm.” is Alfie’s only response. Best you stay silent and let the other man do the talking.

“Can you agree to that? We can do it formally, with your contracts and that. I know how your lot loves to have documentation of everything.”

“Can ya fuckin’ blame us? What with whats’ goin’ on out there?”

“That’s why we need to work together.”

“How’s about you tell me what this information is and I will tell you if it’s worth me workin’ with a man like you? You Italians aren’t known for your inclusivity ya daft fascists.”

“Alfie.” Sabini groans. “You know I'm not that stupid and I know you aren’t either. Let’s move past this yeah? I’m English, I don’t live in bloody Italy, my parents don’t live there, I work with what’s in front of me don’t I? Not with my head in some other fuckin’ country. Give me a bit of credit here, I'm not some amateur.”

“A truce?” Alfie quickly switches the conversation direction in a show of understanding.

“Yes.” An exasperated Sabini spits out.

“What terms?” Alfie asks with a rather dainty placement of his gold spectacles and a lick of his pen.

“We share the tracks. I can give you more races to share if you agree to not come for me or my men. We won’t cross on each other territories of businesses. No fighting over pubs and theatres. We’d have each other's backs, like the good old days.”

“Good old days.” Alfie snorts as keeps writing. “I get one race a month of my own. Share the rest.”

“Fine.”

“NO crossing territories, no murderin’, no fightin’.” Alfie repeats, with a mumble as it’s the least of his worries.

“Agreed.”

“And the giving of men for circumstances of attack and revenge on other groups if the situation arises.”

“Acceptable.”

“Then sign here,” Alfie says with a satisfied expression. “You must be in a right spot, mate. Givin’ up this.”

“It’s an investment.”

“Mmm.” Alfie hums and shakes the paper to dry the ink. “Now. This information…”

“There was a meeting-”

“Remember when I said I knew things…?”

“Let me bloody talk now. We get it you KNOW things, Alfie.” he interjects with an annoyed wave of his hand. “What you might not know is that Niko tried to gather the lot of us from all of London and turn us on you.”

“Mmm.” another sound of acknowledgment that meant nothing.

“He doesn’t trust you or your bride to be. Congratulations by the way.”

“Thank you.” he nods gracefully.

“We all know he’s after her, yeah? But he wants us to believe she’ll turn you against everyone and try to take us all down one by one. Which after your reaction to Horne, almost all of us aren’t sure what the fuck to think about you.”

“Couldn’t possibly have been intentional.”

“I wanted a truce because I don’t want you coming at me how you did Horne. A new war between us will do nothing but lead to problems I don't fucking have time for anymore. Not with how the worlds changing and us getting older.”

“Yeah, I feel it in my legs mostly...” Alfie groans.

“Niko is going to come for you. I believe you need to set up a meeting of your own and address him and, well bloody almost everyone else. It might help, might not. But at least then when faced with you and not behind your back you might see what sort of man Niko has turned into after taking over.”

“Never was much of one to begin with.” Alfie rolls his eyes.

“No, which makes him behave like a child and thus not act according to the truces that are set in place.”

“Yeah yeah.” Alfie nods. “There needs to be somethin’ said. Can’t have the little wanker goin’ round runnin’ his fuckin’ mouth bout me. OR my wife. “

“All this over a fucking woman.” Sabini groans.

Alfie points a ringed and aggressive finger his way. “You can’t be talking about her either, yeah? That’ll break this little agreement faster than I could put a bullet in your fuckin’ skull, right?”

“I'm not. Nothing personal just… he’s acting like a little boy. I know marriage is important to you Jews.”

“Always the tasteful one, Derby.”

“You know what I fuckin’ mean.”

“Unfortunately I do speak prick.”

“Alfie, I’m not after you or your wife. In any capacity. How I talk is just how I talk, yeah? I don't mean nothin’ by it, it’s just how I am. How we grew up. And I know you. We know each other right? And I would rather work with the devil I know than the devil I don’t. And that’d be you. Especially after what you did to Horne.”

“Mmph.” Alfie nods. “Spose that checks out.”

“I was impressed, I’ll admit. We haven’t seen a retaliation wipe out a whole enterprise like that in decades.”

“And I’d dig him up, skull fuck him and set him on fire if I could. Salt the fuckin’ earth wherever his feet touched.” Alfie's eyes are familiar darkness to Sabini. He’d expected as much from him after seeing the ash fall from the city skyline line it was snow from the destruction Alfie orchestrated. “I don’t blame you for not wantin’ me on your bad side. I know they say we’re both crazy now.”

“But see...I know neither of you are.”

“And that’s why we’ve not killed you yet, mate. Every now and then, you use your brain. ”

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ask answering/updates

first of all, thank you 💘 second of all...

ok ok ok don’t get too excited, but I finally got the juice to start working on the next part of Fanatic 🖤 most of you guys will be like ‘who cares’ but i know some of you have been waiting for this for a while! it’s been what, 2 months?? hope I’m not jinxing myself by saying this *knocks on wood* also not to hype myself too much but it’s kinda bomb 😳 maybe this is just my sick bias but I’ve really been wanting to write about...aftermath iykwim haha. reader all scared & shy & trying to avoid him but yk he’s not going to leave her alone :P

I also figured out the ending to it will come back!! it wouldn’t be shiggy if it didn’t get dangerous 😈 also gonna be nice to write some eyes-rolling-back-in-the-head fuckery so our favorite handsy creep can finally get his dick wet with his beloved little nursey <3

here are some other vague ideas, some based on requests, some not. as always no promises!!

BNHA—pillage & plunder with fantasy AU warlord Bakugo (and his gang of ruffians?? hmm...)

BNHA—Overhaul makes you work off your daddy’s gambling debts the extra hard way uwu...also I have SO many ideas for Overhaul 😷 after I finish iwcb my next multi-part fic will probably be with him

BNHA—various things with reader as an aspiring villain set in the same universe as Caught in the Act: reader getting quarantined with shiggy & dabi...dabi getting mad at you after you keep fucking up...incel shiggy jacking it to his adorable protégée without her knowledge (a galaxy brain request from a very good buddy!!!!)

BNHA—ABO with alpha Hawks and omega reader in an elevator...and uh-oh, it’s stuck! and you’re going into heat! oh no, whatever will you do??

Haikyuu—you get stuck in a hole in a wall, good thing your dutiful boyfriend Kuroo is there to help you out ;)

Haikyuu—gangbang with Tsukki, Bokuto, Akaashi, and Kuroo...a challenge bc I’ve never written a gangbang before!! will have to do some research 🧐

Haikyuu—your bf Atsumu does mean things when he’s jealous, like putting his hands up your skirt in public

KNY—Kokushibou decides to keep a shrine maiden as his cute little human pet 💜 actually already wrote pt. 1 but I’ll wait to post til I’m done with Fanatic

AxK—just some no good very bad yandere content with Dr. Midori...neglect play stuff...sensory deprivation stuff...icky icky

Gintama—something with Kamui. does this count as monsterfucking? very very rough...idk what exactly? some form of dastardly acts

thanks for the concern friends 💕💕 I’ve been preoccupied by things happening irl for the past few weeks, trying to educate myself, going to protests, etc.

also in case anyone else is confused, my stance is and always has been that Black lives matter and all cops are bastards. I’m not sure my porn blog is the right place to talk about this at length but if you’re a bootlicker, please smash that unfollow button and don’t let the door hit you on the way out. if you don’t already have a decently functioning moral compass you should not get anywhere near my writing...fr

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omg thank you & yes yes a million times yes!!! hope you don’t mind commitment issues and student loan debt 💝👯‍♀️

the line between not hawksfucker and hawksfucker is very thin and very blurry, beware.....lol and thank you!!

the video you recommended...like damn!!! that’s exactly the vibe I feel like fratty Hawks x reader from be a little bad would be like if they had a happy ending eventually (start at 1:39)!!!!! “I didn’t make you do this” “I’m not accusing you of anything” it’s that exact dynamic. imo Hawks might be a little less willing to make things official and reader would prob have a hard time being straightforward enough to ask tho...hmmm

I did get several requests for a part 2! I’m thinking it over atm. I will say tho that most of my reqs have very slow turnaround so if I write it, it might be a while

ooh I love getting recommendations! here’s what I like:

fanfic: I read stuff like what I write (smut, kink, yandere, villains). at some point I’m going to make a long post of fic recs of my own! I also read fluff and character x character ship fic so interests are pretty broad

TV: humor, crime shows like Bones, Criminal Minds, Psych, that kind of thing. nothing too dark or complicated, nothing that requires too much investment. same goes for anime

movies: pretty much everything! lately I’m really into Howl’s Moving Castle and Once Upon a Time in Hollywood

books: literary fiction. can I say I’m into dark academia if the only dark academia I’ve read is The Secret History? favorite books I’ve read semi-recently are TSH, All the Light We Cannot See, The Poisonwood Bible, and Discipline & Punish. currently reading Foucault’s History of Sexuality

music: idk man...all kinds of stuff. I listen based on vibe more than genre. all my spotify playlists are named things like “sunday” and “the power” and “[sparkle emoji]”. my artists on repeat are Hozier, The Weeknd, Kendrick, M.I.A., The Neighborhood (F I’m a basic bitch) but I’ll try anything once

jfc these two asks have given me so much hope 🥰😭💗 you know what? sooner or later I’m going to post Kamui x reader smut and it’s going to get 3 notes from the three of us liking it and that’s okay because I’ve thirsted over this man too long and too hard to go my entire life without reading over-indulgent reader-insert porn of him. yes the villain kink jumped out but DAMN!!! the man has ‘h*rny scumbag who lets his instincts rule him’ baked into both his DNA and his psyche, and I’m so here for it 😌

if you don’t know who Kamui is, do me a favor and watch gintama. yes there are like 400 episodes but it’s worth it. I will convert more bitches to the gintama thirst train if it costs me my life. Kamui was made to star in disrespectful breeding kink smut and this is a hill I will die on.

??? sure, if you can point me toward part 2 ????? lmao

I’m guessing you meant to ask for a pt 2 instead of pt 3? in which case, thanks for asking!! but tbh...for some reason I have a really hard time imagining what a pt 2 would look like, maybe because I wrote it 100% from Overhaul’s POV so it’s hard for me to define the reader’s feelings. I’m not saying it’ll never happen but 🤷‍♀️

HOWEVER if it’s Overhaul content in general you’re craving, you’re in luck!!! he’s a favorite of mine. legit he ticks so many of my boxes—villain kink? check. medical/scientist kink? check. yakuza kink? honey I’m weak. I’ll definitely be writing more for him in the future!

oh no! I checked it on my computer & on mobile and all of the links are working for me? are the links still broken for you guys?

anyway, here are the rules, here’s the short version of the request rules, and here is part 1 and part 2 of it will come back.

thank you to everyone who has sent kind words, everyone who replies to my writing, and everyone who posts thirst in the tags!!! I read that shit!!!! and it makes me fucking cry, I love you all

one more thing: several people have requested continuations to Sleepless, Sidekick, and Fanatic. on one hand, I’m so flattered that you guys want more!!! on the other hand, I actually already answered asks about pt. 2′s for those particular fics. before you request a continuation of anything, it’s probably a good idea to look up the name of the fic as a tag on my blog so you can check and see if anyone else had the same question 💖💖💖

[winecatsandpizza]

We Three Queens

Title: We Three Queens

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Cas x Reader x Dean, Crowley x Reader

Other Characters: Sam, Jack, Balthazar (mentioned)

Square Filled: Exhibitionism for spnkinkbingo and Stripper AU for fluff bingo

Tags: Drag Queen AU, Stripping, mutual masturbation, exhibitionism, m/m, mfm, oral (male and female receiving), m/m anal, dirty talk, language, student/teacher role play, anal

Word Count: 3,988

Betas: @67-chevy-baby, @impalasutra , @risingphoenix761 

Written for: @spnkinkbingo & @spnfluffbingo

A/N: This story includes mentions and descriptions of what I think the gang would look like and behave if they were drag queens.  I love going to and watching drag shows both on TV and in person.  I am also a member of the LGBTQA+ community myself and I mean zero hate or disrespect with writing this fic.  I have the utmost respect for the performers and their craft.  The names that I have chosen for the performers are based off their character in Supernatural.  If these are the names of real drag queens, this is purely coincidence.

You knew tonight was going to be busy, but you were not prepared for the mass of customers waiting outside the club.  It was the first Saturday of the month and that meant that it was drag night at The Bunker.  The Bunker was a little bit of everything: a strip club, a bar, and for one Saturday a month a drag show.  The club was a safe haven for the local LGBTQA+ community in Kansas as well as everyone else that walked through the door.

The drag show started at 10:30 and the clock in the dressing room read only 8:45.  You had another dance to do in five minutes, so you touched up your makeup and made sure your outfit was in place.

You made your way onto the stage as the first few beats of your song pumped through the speakers.  You began your sensual movements around the pole as you took in the customers around you.  There were lots of new faces among some of your regular patrons.  You smiled at Gordon as he made his way to the front row of the stage and placed his money down.  You took off your crop top to reveal your bikini top that covered just enough to keep the people interested.  

“Good evening, Mr. Walker,” you purred as you got down on your knees in front of him on the stage and guided your hands across your chest.  You smirked at the growl that rumbled from his chest over the music.  You learned long ago what he liked and you were more than willing to use that information to help pad your bank account.

You turned around and put your elbows down and began to shake your ass to the beat as you felt the familiar sensation of money being tucked into your bikini bottoms. You flipped your hair as you glanced over your shoulder at the older man with lust in his eyes.  You thanked him as he stood up and walked back to his table.  You giggled to yourself as you eyed the bulge in his jeans.

“You’re looking extra beautiful tonight,” a familiar voice drawled from the other side of the stage.

You crawled over to the familiar mullet-clad man as you positioned your tits close to him.  Ash added to the cash in your bottoms and you took off your top as a thank you.  He loved your tits and you squeezed them together in appreciation.  He stayed for the remainder of your song and you left the stage with your discarded clothing and went back to the dressing room.

As you entered the three main performers were already busy doing their makeup, but welcomed you as you entered.

“Girls, the party can begin because Y/N has arrived,” Sam announced as he stood up to give you a hug.

“Please, everyone here knows that y'all are the reason this place is packed tonight and every first Saturday. The Bunker belongs to you,” you quipped as you began to change your outfit.

“I'm so sorry I'm late. Traffic was insane and they almost didn't let me in!” A new face complained as he made his way in.

“Be grateful you have a baby face, hunny.  It has to be better than asked if you are an AARP member everywhere you go,” Dean retorted. “Jack, darling, this is Y/N, she-”

“Oh my god, you look amazing.  Did you get your tits and ass done? They look so real!” he exclaimed as he saw you changing.  You blushed and were cut off by Castiel before you could even respond yourself.

“Okay, number one: you never, ever ask someone that to their face, especially when you first meet them; number two, Y/N is 100% woman.  She works here.  She’s cool, but you need to play nice, hunny,” he warned.

“It’s okay.  It’s not every day that I get compliments on my tits and ass from a guy that doesn’t want to fuck me,” you giggled as you held out your hand to Jack.  “It’s very nice to meet you.”

“It’s so nice to meet you, too,” he gushed, “I’m so sorry about that.”

“Don’t worry about it,” you replied as you waved him off and finished getting ready.

It was unlikely that you would have to dance for the rest of the night, but you ensured that you were ready in case someone asked for a private dance.  The chances of that were slim with the show that would be going on, but the staff wanted everyone ready just in case.  When you were finished, you sat down and watched them get ready and enjoyed listening to their chatter.  

Sam, Dean, and Castiel were hot as fuck out of drag and even hotter in it.  Castiel was an old-school queen.  He always looked beautiful in the elaborate gowns that were encrusted with jewels that he made himself.  His makeup was always perfect and flawless.  His aesthetic usually favored blues and silvers.  When Castiel turned into his stage persona, Alotta Grace, you couldn’t help but believe that the name chose him.  Dean’s persona, Cherry Galore, was a campy queen with exaggerated features and always quick with an insult and a come back that made the audience erupt with laughter. Sam made a drag style all his own.  His persona, Ann T. Christ, was bubbly, sweet, and just a little sassy.  Jack’s style for his persona, Cinnamon Rollz, was what he described as Vivian Ward from Pretty Woman meets Goodwill.  What that was supposed to mean, you would have to wait for his finished look to see.

“Is Balthie going to be here tonight?” you asked after a lull in the conversation.

Dean rolled his eyes, “No, sweetie.  He’s currently,” he looked at his wrist for emphasis,” either fucking the new guy he is with this week or sleeping because they’re done already.”

“You’re such a shady bitch,” Cas griped as he slapped Dean’s arm playfully.  Dean just rolled his eyes as the group finished getting ready.  You were about to follow them out and wait in the audience to watch their performance when Ellen, the house mom, stopped you.

“Hey Y/N, you have a private dance waiting for you in room 2,” she informed you as she gave you a once over, “and if I were you, I’d put on your slutty schoolgirl outfit.”  You rolled your eyes as you headed back into the room to change, knowing exactly who asked for you.

“There’s my sexy little kitten,” Crowley groaned as you entered the private room.  Crowley was nice when he got what he wanted, but he wanted what you would never give him.  He always tipped extremely well when you played that part that he was after.  You had turned down his offer to be his sugar baby more than once.  He was handsome and older with an accent that always made you a little weak in the knees, but you couldn’t imagine living your life at the hands of another person.

“Good evening, Professor Crowley,” you purred as you moved to stand in front of him.  You played your part as a shy and coy girl as you twisted one of your pigtails around your finger and stared at the ground.

“Are you behaving yourself tonight?”

You looked up slowly and bit your lip before answering and moving slowly towards him. “I’m always a good girl when you’re around, Professor.”

“Show me how good you can be, kitten,” he begged.  You obliged as you straddled his lap, your knees on either side of his thighs. You smirked as you felt his hardness through his pants and your covered core as you began to grind yourself to the music. Tonight had been a slow night, even with two of your regulars tipping you as they usually did, so you started to push all the right buttons to get what you could from the man you were dancing for.

“Professor,” you started as you placed your hands on his chest, “I was wanting to be a little bad and wondered if you’d help me out.”

“What did you have in mind, kitten?” he moaned.

You silently grabbed his hands and moved them to onto your ass.  His eyes went wide at your actions. “Oh, you are a naughty girl tonight.  I thought we weren’t allowed to touch?” he tsked.

You leaned in and whispered, “Just consider this me trying to get extra,” you ground yourself down hard on his cock at the word, “credit.  I might need to get a spanking, too, Professor.”

“Oh, is that so?” he asked with a cocked eyebrow. You winked as you maneuvered yourself across his lap and wiggled your ass.

You could sense his hesitation as he slowly slid his hand over your ass, so you encouraged him, “Please punish me, Professor Crowley.  Please, I need you to spank me.”

The first impact of his hand on your ass made you jump as you moaned in pleasure.   The second and third made the wetness in your panties grow as you let your wanton whimpers flow freely.

“Such a dirty girl you are,” Crowley praised.  He slowly snaked his fingers into your hair as he leaned in to whisper in your ear, “I bet I know what else you like.  May I?” he asked as his grip tightened slightly. He took your needy whimper as a yes and yanked you back by your hair as he smacked your ass a little harder. You wiggled your cunt against him trying to gain some friction.  A brief thought that this might go too far was pushed out of the way as sat you up facing away from him.  Your ass was still on his hard cock, his hand still gripping your hair as he moved his other hand to your white button up top, tied in a knot.

“I think we should remove this, don’t you?” he asked and you could only nod in response.  His expert fingers quickly undid the knot and exposed your tits to him.

“Oh you naughty, naughty kitten.  You didn’t wear a bra?” he questioned.

“They told me you asked for me and I wanted to be extra good for you, Professor,” you managed to reply.

He placed his hand on your thigh as he asked, “How good do you want to be for me kitten?”  You knew what he was asking.  You were needy and high on his touch.  You considered his proposition before coming up with your own.

“As much as I’d love to feel your thick cock deep inside my tight little pussy, Professor, you know we can’t do that.  You’re my favorite and you’re the only one that I’ve ever let touch me.”  He pulled his hand away slowly, defeated.  You grabbed it as you turned as much as you could with his hand in your hair to look at him, “But I think I have an idea that you might like.”

“I’m listening.”

You tapped his arms and he let go of you.  You got down on your knees in front of him and began to undo his belt.  His eyebrow shot up again, but you giggled as you explained, “I can’t touch you and you can’t touch me, but we could touch ourselves.”  His belt was undone and you slowly unzipped his zipper. You stood up and fully removed your top and bent over at the waist as you took off your plaid skirt.  You turned around to find himself palming himself through his underwear at the sight of you.  A neon pink pair of lace panties, white stocking, and heels were all the adorned your body.  

You sat down on the other end of the couch and spread your legs.  He moaned even though he couldn’t see anything.  He had wanted this, or as close to what you were giving him, since the moment he saw you dancing months ago.  You smiled as you squeezed your tits together and moved on to roll your hardening nipples between your thumb and index finger.  You moaned at the sensation. You looked up to see Crowley’s lust blown eyes focus on you.  

“May I please see your cock, Professor?” you asked as you trailed one hand down to your covered core.

“I thought you’d never ask, kitten,” he smirked as he freed himself from the confines of his underwear.

Your own eyes went wide and you gasped at the sight of him.  You could feel that he was well endowed when you sat on his lap, but you never would have guessed that he was this huge.  He was long and thick and you wanted to take on the challenge that his package would entail.

You began to rub your clit through your panties at the sight before you as he began to pleasure himself.  You were enthralled watching him work his length in one hand and cradling his balls in the other.  You slid your hand inside your panties as your excitement grew. Your back arched as you felt your orgasm near.

“That's it, kitten. I want to see your face as you cum for me,” he growled as he stroked himself faster.

Your body tensed as you circled your clit faster and squeezed your nipple harder. Crowley's moans quickened as he watched you edge closer to your release. When you finally came undone, you had to bite your lip to stifle the scream that tried to tear through you.

As you came down from your high, you could tell Crowley was doing everything he could to hold back.  You dipped two fingers into your soaked hole to coat them in your juice and leaned over to him.

“Would you like to taste how sweet I am, Professor?”

His groan was your answer as you slipped your fingers into his open mouth. He moaned around your fingers and it sent a shock to your core.  He pulled back and asked you to go on your knees.

You pushed your tits together as he stood up, towering above you.  “Are you going to cover my tits with your cum, Professor Crowley? Hm? I want to see you cum for me, please?” You begged as you stared up at him.

“Bloody hell. Fuck kitten, fuck,” he growled as he began to spurt hot, white ropes onto your chest.  You moaned at the sensation of his cum cascading onto your skin.  Once he was finished, he fell back onto the couch with a huff.

“Bloody hell, kitten. You're going to kill me or make my sell my soul to keep you around,” he chuckled as he grabbed a towel to clean himself up before handing it to you.

You cleaned up and got dressed.  Thoughts of shame, regret, and embarrassment began to seep into as you stood in front of Crowley.  

“I should apologize for-” you began as Crowley cut you off.

“Darling, you have absolutely nothing to apologize for.  I understand if this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for me.  I will accept it and cherish the memory of this until I die,” he chuckled.  He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a plain, white envelope.  “I hope this will suffice, love.  Thank you again.”  He handed you the envelope as he left the room.

You quickly opened the envelope and saw enough money to cover your rent for the next few months and then some.  You’d count it later, but now you wanted to see how the drag show was going on.   As you made your way to the dressing room to put your money away, you saw Cinnamon Rollz performing to Joan Jett’s Do You Wanna Touch Me.  She was killing it a leather bodysuit and studded bra.  You smiled watching her enthralled in her performance.  Once you were in the dressing room, you put away your money from your dance.  

“Looks like someone was a busy bee,” Ann called from the other side of the room.  Your cheeks warmed at the realization of what she saw.

“He has a thing for the whole school girl look,” you chuckled as you began to change.  “Have you already performed tonight?”

She nodded as she sat down.  “You were in there for a while.  All tea, no shade.  A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do to pay the bills.  You do you, honey.  Lord knows I’ve been to hell and back for a Benjamin,” she chuckled.

Once you were changed, you gave Ann a kiss and walked back as Shania Twain’s Man I Feel Like A Woman started to blast through the speakers.  Cherry Galore appeared on stage and your eyes were glued to her the entire time.  You chuckled out loud each time she said: “Man, I feel like a woman” in her regular, deep manly voice.  She was working the crowd and making lots of well-deserved tips.  You joined in and cheered her on.  

Alotta Grace was up next and she didn’t disappoint.  Then again, she never did.  In her usual style, she performed to a classic song Fever by Peggy Lee. Her gown was as elegant as ever, adorned in silvers and blues,  She met your gaze in the crowd and gave you a knowing wink.

By the time the show was over,  the club was working on shutting down and calling last call.  You were in the dressing room changing into normal street clothes with the other performers.

“Ya know, we do have an amateur night and we are inclusive.  You are hot as women, and dare I say even hotter men,” you winked.

Sam and Jack just dismissed you, but Dean and Castiel were listening.  “You two have killer bodies, amazing smiles, and obviously have the moves.  Hell, I’m sure you could put me to shame.

“Well, a little birdy told us that you could buy us a boat, so I don’t think that’s true,” Cas whispered.  You instantly shot Sam a death glare, knowing he was the only one that saw.  

“I earned that money and none of my morals were corrupted, thank you,” you hissed.

“We aren’t judging you, Y/N.  Do you want to come over to our place and hang out?” Dean asked.

“And you are under no obligation to wear that school girl costume,” Castiel added.

“I mean, unless you want to,” Dean added, which promptly caused Castiel to slap dean in the shoulder.

You rolled your eyes, but took them up on their offer.

***

Beer was flowing freely between the three of you and talks of everything from sex to politics had been discussed.  You stood up to grab all of you another round when the alcohol really hit you.

“Fuck, I’m going to have to stop if I’m going to get home,” you complained.  You nearly missed the look that Dean gave Cas as you made your way into the kitchen

“Or, you could spend the night here,” Cas offered.

You snorted.  “Yeah, sure.  I’m sure you’d love that.  What, are we going to tell ghost stories and braid each other’s hair?”

“We could do that. Or, we could think of something more...exciting,” Dean offered.

When you made your way back to the living room, the confused expression on your face said more than you could eloquently communicate.

“We’re dating, but we are also bisexual.  Both Dean and I find you extremely beautiful and we’ve actually talked about this before.”

“Wait, you guys talk about me?”

Dean held up a hand, “Only good stuff, though.”

You shrugged, “I’ll do it under one condition.”

“Name it,” they answered in unison.

“I want to watch you two together.”

***

Cas was laying on his back on the bed with Dean in between his legs sucking his thick cock while you were at the head of the bed rubbing your clit.  You never expected to see this, but you were sure as hell glad you were.

Castiel’s moans sent jolts of excitement to your core every time Dean coaxed them from him.  He caught your gaze.  “Do you like watching Dean suck my cock?” he moaned.  You could only nod in response.  He chuckled, a slight darkness behind it.

“She likes watching your pretty lips wrapped around my fat cock, Dean.”  Dean moaned around his thickness.

“Come here,” Cas moaned out.  You complied and Cas positioned you over his face, facing Dean.  Cas’ mouth was on your wet cunt in a second.  The wave of pleasure his mouth brought you would have sent you falling forward if his arms weren’t wrapped around your hips holding you in place.

Cas’ lips vibrated around your clit as he moaned as Dean continued to work his cock in his mouth.  You looked up to see Dean’s emerald eyes trained on you. He was stroking his own cock as he watched his boyfriend pleasure you with expert tongue.  When two of Castiel ’s fingers plunged into your hole, you came undone.  Waves of pleasure ran throughout your body and your moans of ecstasy filled the room.  Your eyes were locked onto Dean as you came down from your high, but you still needed more.

“Please.  Please, someone, fuck me,” you begged.  Dean stopped sucking Cas’ cock with a pop as he released it from his mouth as he flipped you onto your back.  He grabbed a condom from the bedside drawer and quickly placed it onto his hardened cock.  He slid into your tight pussy with one push.  He filled you completely and you enjoyed the stretch.  Your whimper of desperation sunk in and Dean slowly pulled out and slammed back into you.

You wrapped your legs around Dean and placed your ankles on his ass to pull him closer.  Your moans filled the air as you felt another orgasm building inside you.  

“Dean, stop,” Cas commanded.  You whined when Dean obeyed and stopped moving.  You hear the click of a bottle opening and knew Cas was lubing up his cock and Dean’s hole.  You mewled when Dean jerked inside you at the cold liquid applied to his hole.  

You were able to look over Dean’s shoulder to see Cas lubing up his cock. You bit your lip as he lined himself up with Dean’s waiting hole.  Cerulean eyes found yours and Cas smirked as you watched him slowly sink his thick cock into his boyfriend’s tight ass. Dean was cursing in your ear as he let himself become re-accustomed to Cas’ thickness.

Once Dean was ready, Cas began to thrust into him letting him feel the full length of himself before slamming back in.  Dean’s face contorted into pleasure and you squeezed yourself around him.

“As hot as this is to watch, do you think you could-” you began to ask Dean.

“Of course, darlin’,” he drawled as he began to move.  Dean and Cas worked in perfect unison.   You continued to squeeze your cunt around Dean as another orgasm began to build inside you.

“Not gonna last long if you keep that up,” Dean moaned at the sensation.

“Me either,” Cas added.

“Then cum for me,” you begged the couple.  Their pace quickened and faltered as the orgasms of the three of you came closer.    You were the first one to let go, your cunt spasming around Dean.  Your orgasm spurred on Dean’s as he filled the condom with his hot cum.  Cas followed quickly behind his boyfriend as he filled his hot ass. The two men fell onto the bed on either side of you.  You let them snuggle into you as your breathing returned to normal.

“That was hot as fuck,” you finally managed.

“If you think that’s hot, just wait until you see Dean make us breakfast in the morning,” Cas teased as he placed a kiss to your cheek.

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The Shinsenlosers - I

Chapter one: A start with broken things

Okita Sougo threw the green-coloured bills on the table in front of the woman. They were in the Snack Smile cabaret, liked for being one of the rare neutral club where you could have fun without being part of the Yakuzas, and without being led to unfortunate accidents. The Shinsengumi took up after the feudal wolves for their name, their ways could be compared to their precursors: they roamed through the streets of Roponggi and Kabuki districts, and kept them relatively calm from other gangs.

As to why he was now in Snack Smile, or how to explain the thousands of yens that lied on the glass table; it could be summarised in one single person in the name of Kondo Isao. The very chief of their family, of the Shinsengumi, and the one helplessly in love with a hostess here. Otae Shimura never accepted the man’s romantic advances, and Okita thought he might as well have fun with a girl here rather than watching his leader being ridiculused by a hostess for the nth time. Besides, if one had to perform such boring tasks there was Hijikata Toushirou do to, watching Kondo’s every steps.

Even if they were in a neutral territory, some rival gangs could always disrespect the agreements and attack. Then again, Okita didn’t really care as their men were spilled around the club with their katanas as main weapon, as well as guns.

He stared at the women facing him, “What? Is it not enough?” He asked as she was cocking her eyebrows disdainfully at the pile of bills. “I think it’s enough for a girl like you. Your friends are not always this lucky.”

“What is this? No, who do you take me for, bastard, I’m not a hostess here. You can take back your money.”

Sougo let out a deadpan ‘Oh’.

“What the fuck is wrong with your brain? Do I look like a hostess to you?” She had her arms akimbo, and one leg on the table in a very unrefined manner.

“Well,” he stared at her face — she was pretty enough to sell her face. Red hair and blue eyes were rare in their country, and white skin adored. His eyes traveled to her body. It was tightly hugged by the red silky fabric, and as a man he could appreciate its well-endowed features and curves. He would have continued to stare, if not for the female smacking his head suddenly that he almost crashed against the glass panel of the table.

“Are all Japanese men so perverted? Or are you just the worst example,” she paused and stared at his baby face, before concluding. “Chihuahua.”

The insult irked Sougo at the utmost. No one could dare to demean him to a lowly, small dog, and allies like enemies respected him as one of the best fighters around. He got up and grabbed the woman by the collar; but she didn’t flinch for a bit.

“What?” She spat in her annoying accent. “Have a problem?”

“The problem is you China girl, who are you to call me Chihuahua? I’m able to kick your ass out of the country, don’t you know?”

“Haaah? Kicking my ass? You wish. I’ll explode you in a fight, can you even call yourself a man? You. Are. Short.” She snickered.

“This is rich, coming from a bratty girl like you? Do all Chinese have such bad accent? Aru-aruing so much.”

“What did you say?” The female’s hand swiftly detached his from her collar, caught it firm between hers before using her strength to throw him before her. He crashed loudly against a neighbour chair, almost crushing a hostess in his way.

“What kind of woman is she ?” he muttered under his breath. He weighed easily seventy kilos despite being only 1m70 centimeters, for he was toned and worked out regularly. Now, Okita Sougo was pretty sure the girl had thrown him easily as if he were a bag of chips.

Was Okita Sougo a bag of chips, made of air? No, he wasn’t.

“What’s wrong Chihuahua? Cats go your tongue now?” The woman stepped to admire her work: him stil shaken by the hit, ass flat on the ground. She looked like a goddess from above, but this might come from the lighting behind her, and the colour of her hair.

“Shut up,” he struggled to rise up. If it were to happen at his youngest years, he would take the hit well. With time passing he became more experimented, and he was surprised by how fast she was — so fast that he couldn’t even react correctly. By the time he noticed the danger he was already flying. “You’re probably a monster hidden as a female.”

“Oi Sougo, what are you doing?” Hijikata Toshirou stepped in. “You messed with someone again, haven’t you? This is not part of our places!”

“Ask China girl here, she was the one who threw me.” He shuffled his hair, wondering if he had gotten any head injuries.

“A China girl? Did you drink?” Hijikata looked around. “There’s no Chinese girl here, besides how could a girl throw you? That’s some shitty excuses. Come on, let’s go, Kondo-san is sniffing and you’re dead-drunk.”

“I’m not drunk!” When Sougo’s eyes scanned the room, he couldn’t see the woman anymore, anywhere. It was as if she disappeared magically. “Huh..where did she go?”

“See, you’re hallucinating,” Hijikata sighed, and lighted his cigarette.

Okita Sougo was astounded, he wondered if he did hallucinate of a China girl, but knew he didn’t. She was real. “…I wasn’t.”

“Sure, I don’t care. Let’s go and take Kondo-san back before the woman kills him off,” he referred to Otae who was happily stepping on their boss. Boss who, probably, badly handled her. They had to admit that there were much better men at flirting than Kondo Isao.

Kagura hasted out of Snack Smile as soon as the other man had come; she didn’t want to be involved further with Chihuahua-san. He may be an idiotic, and pathetic man, but he did look like he had power. First of all, he had money, and it was a good clue already to his status.

Why he took her for a hostess girl, she didn’t know, but next time she would show him what was to hurt the pride of a Yato. They weren’t one of the most dangerous clan for nothing. She wasn’t always prideful for being part of the mafia, but she respected its rules and veneration for strength; it was better to be strong than weak.

“He got lucky this time,” she murmured.“Ahhh, Pap and Kamui are still inside, what do I do now?” Kagura didn’t know where to go, now in the streets. Ever since they entered Japan she had only been tagging along with them en of her family; since they knew the country better than her. What could she do here, in the cold of the streets?

How course, she had to be in the Love Hotel district, of all places. It was not the worse in Tokyo, but certainly wasn’t the best one to be in as a foreigner too. To top the cake she didn’t have her money either on her — Kamui was usually the one to carry the cards. Rather, Abuto was carrying it, and he was always baby-sitting Kamui.

“I’ll curse the Chihuahua for this.” She took a big breath, and made the best smile she could muster in her state of anger.

“Mister!” She called out a random man who was about to enter a car — nice car. The man looked young, maybe a rich brat? And most of all he looked as lost as she was. He was the greatest prey for any cunning women: a (rich) cherry boy.

Kagura leaned towards him. “I’m sorry Mister, can I have a bit of your time?”

“S-Sure,” the boy answered shyly. “Is there something wrong?”

“W-well,” she stuttered perfectly, “you see, I was out in a club around here, but someone stole my purse. I don’t have any money to go home…”

“Oh,” the boy brightened. “Do you want me to send you home?”

“Err, thanks a lot sir, but I can’t accept. Your car,” she pointed its white paint following the sportive curves, “is too flashy and my parents will worry if a man sent me home. There will be…Rumours you see?”

“Of course. Here,” he extended cash — more than what one needed to take the sub. She knew men like him wouldn’t know about every day’s values for money, and good thing, because she needed a lot even if it’s just some snacks. “Please accept this then, miss.”

“Thanks!” She grinned internally at her success and ran away before he could ask for her name or numbers.

“Now, where do I buy food here?” She said to herself as hotels surrounded her peripheral vision.

“Have you seen my daughter?”

“Baldy, I don’t think asking a naked man is the best idea to know where Kagura is.” Kamui stared at the stark naked Gorilla on the floor, he had seen a girl stepping on him just earlier. “Japanese men sure like fetishes.”

“It may be true Kamui, but maybe he saw her shoes since he’s on the floor.” Umibouzu nudged the man with his boot, “She wears black heels.”

“… What are you two doing to Kondo-san?” Hijikata Toshirou demanded. Now, not that Kondo looked like anything respectable like this, but he was still their boss. One couldn’t look down to the Shinsengumi and its representatives so easily.

“Hey, you two,” Kamui called out, “have you seen my sister? Red dress, red long hair and blue eyes. She’s tall, too.”

Okita gave Hijikata a ‘I-told-you’ look.

“You saw her.”

“Maybe, maybe not.” Okita deadpanned.

“I don’t like your tone,” a vein popped on Kamui’s forehead. “What have you done to her? Did you harass her sexually? Tell me you didn’t.”

“Aaah? Who harassed my Kagura?!” Umibouzu screamed furiously, directing his angry eyes at Sougo. “You harassed her? Hey, aren’t you…You’re part of the Yakuza, don’t you?” He squinted, and seemed to recognise his face. “Did you drug her?”

“I wouldn’t drug such ugly woman.”

“My daughter,” Umibouzu seethed through his teeth, “Is not ugly. She’s the most beautiful being in the whole universe you know?”

“Oi Sougo, apologize. We don’t want to mess here!” Hijikata grabbed for Kondo — but Kamui crushed his hand with his foot.

“Oya, oya, you have to answer us first. This is civil, after all.”

“Civil my ass.” Hijikata was starting to be irritated too. “We didn’t do anything to your sister or whatever so let Kondo-san alone. Sougo, what happened with the girl?”

“Well, I wanted to buy her first because — ”

Umibouzu saw red, and his arm worked alone. They shot out and their extremity, the fist, kissed Sougo right on the nose in an impressing force. A bone-cracking noise resonated as Okita Sougo was sent flying once again, he cursed internally at the China family, and their kink to injure him.

“Souuuugooo!”

“Ah. Baldy, I think this wasn’t necessary — ”

“Kaguuuuuraaaaaa! Where’s my dear daughter? What did you do to her immense purity?” The egg-headed man bellowed, and would have killed Okita on the spot if it wasn’t for his son restraining him.

“Baldy. She’s right here,” he pointed at the entrance. Kagura was munching something in her mouth, and looked at the scene, bored. “Sister dear, where have you gone to?”

“…”

“I can explain everything.”

“I just went out for some food, then I heard a loud noise. Thought’ you guys were doing a ruckus again.”

“Well, this is fine now since we’re reunited again. It’s a happy story.” Kamui looked at Okita who was holding his bleeding nose, “maybe not for you Sandy-san.”

“Who’s sandy?” Okita groaned. “What’s with your family China girl? First you crush, now my nose is broken by your father. Does Onii-chan need to hit me too and complete?”

“It was YOUR fault. And I’m not China girl. I’m a woman, have a name.”

Kamui stared surprised at the familiarity in their interactions. Of course, he didn’t show it in his ever-smiling face, even if he had a malicious idea behind.

“You still broke my bones, and your father my nose I’m asking for repayment.”

“Sougo, can’t you let it pass?” Hijikata hoisted the in-comatose Kondo on his back, “We have to go to a doctor.”

“Ohhh right, Hijibaka-san!” (“Who’s an idiot — ”) Sougo clasped his hands. “Who’s gonna pay for my medical fee? It’s gonna cost a lost, and an extra for ruining my handsome face of course.” He grinned to Kagura, “Are you ready to sign the check?”

“Who’s gonna pay for your face? I don’t care of what happened to it.” She scoffed.

“Oya, oya,” Kamui helped Okita to get up and slung an arm around his neck and acted overly-friendly. “What about my sister? You can keep her for a while until you heal, she’s a Yato and she’s very strong.”

“Kamui what the FUCK are you planning now — ”

“Excluding sexual services, she can do everything. Isn’t this perfect?”

“Son, I don’t think this is a good idea and I don’t agr — ”

“Onii-chan can have some nice ideas.” Okita smirked coyly at Kagura, “Right. I think you broke my arms China…ouch, it hurts,” he deadpanned. “What am I going do to? Even money can’t get my arm and my face back.”

“I didn’t break anything you idiot, you’re obviously lying! Kamui, are you seriously giving me to this pervert?!”

“Buuuut, since I’m a generous man, I’ll accept your brother’s proposal. You’ll work under me until my arm and nose heal back.” Okita slung his ‘broken’ arm around Kamui. “It’s a deal Onii-chan.”

“Ka-” Kagura was desperate, her eyes dark and her mouth hanging open. “KAMUIIIIIIIIII!”

“Nice Hijibaka-san, we got a new slave.”

“Sougo, she’s gonna be your problem. Not the Shinsengumi’s.” The older man said sternly, and tired from Okita’s childish act.

What does he want with this girl anyway?