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crikeygatormate · 2 years ago

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I Promise - K.B

Summary: After your clan had been exiled and shunned from the western lands, your family grew to hate the royal family who they felt betrayed them. In return you were sent on a mission to reclaim your families honor, but you would come to find out that your mission came with a price.

Dragon Prince!Bakugou x AFAB Reader

Warnings: Spelling just pretend its right lol

A/N: thought Id post this FINALLY its been in my docs for months, and I've been so busy with school lord but I did it. (Not because I got a whole ass 30 on one of my exams lmao dw the class average was a 40, but still needed that little bit of serotonin that comes with posting things here lmao) Also dont clown me on the banner I've got like 2 functioning brain cells rn

PART ONE (Part Two) (Part Three)

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Growing up you were told stories about the royal dragon riders out west, where the land was vast and dragons as big as castles soared above the sky with a rider on their back. Sometimes you could have sworn you heard the deep rumble of a dragon's roar from somewhere up in the distance. You’d look up at the sun, squinting in hopes to see a shadow of a beast block out the light.

Your clan used to be dragon riders too a long time ago before dragons were only given to royals. Granted, you didn’t know the exact history or that it was your clan who had caused their own downfall and loss of its dragons. Shrouded by the innocence of youth you failed to see the consequences that this downfall had on your clan, the famine, the pestilence, the anger.

You heard stories about how the great dragon queen cast out her right-hand man, your grandfather, due to his so-called betrayal of her trust. This was because the queen became fond of a group of barbarians from the north that wanted an alliance. Your grandfather had advised against it, insisting that she was being used, and it would lead to the downfall of her family. The queen refused your grandfather's advice, which left him to his own devices. He attempted to kill her intended, the king of the barbarian group, which in turn got him exiled. In time his predictions came true and the barbarian group took over for a time, trying to claim the throne for themselves.

Still ever loyal, your grandfather came to the queen's aid, only to have been killed by the queen herself. It was said that your grandfather tried to kill her children and their dragons, in hopes to wipe the barbarian line from the royal family. He managed to kill two, leaving the queen with one child. Your clan refused to believe this, claiming that your grandfather was attacked and killed trying to help his queen.

As punishment, the royal family butchered your clans dragons and pulled all resources to survive as well. Leaving your family to struggle to survive in a barren land.

As the years passed, a small farming village was built where your family was exiled, and other rouges and outsiders moved into town. It became a town of thieves, murderers, and other criminals. Your family never forgot where you came from and the betrayal that fell upon them.

At night, when you were young, your mother would sit you down while she dressed you retelling that tale over and over again till it was ingrained in your brain and you understood that the dragon riders out west, the royals, were traitors and needed to be brought to justice.

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You were eight currently, playing hide and seek with a few friends after the announcement of your future role in the clan, the infiltrator. Not that you knew what that meant yet.

“Hey!” your friend, Shoji, called from further back in the wheat field, “you’re going too far, Koda isn’t going to be able to find you!”

You giggled, slapping a hand over your mouth as you sprinted through the field, trying to contain your excitement. With another quiet shriek of laughter, you turned your head to see your friend jumping up past the tall grass trying to spot you.

Unbeknownst to you, there was someone crouched right in front of you, and you ran right into them.

“Ouch!” A raspy voice snapped as you face planted into the grass. “Watch where you’re going!”

You sniffled, lifting your face from the ground and wiping your palm over your eyes to get rid of dirt. “Sorry, I didn’t see you,” you said as you blinked, your gaze focusing on a boy in front of you.

“Clearly,” he scoffed, rolling his vermillion eyes.

You nodded, taking in the stranger's appearance. He was dressed weirdly, and painted with strange marks on his bare arms. His clothes were lighter , meant for a place that was used to warmer weather. “Who are you?”

“Who am I?” the boy snorted, folding his arms over his chest, “you really don’t know?”

You shook your head, straightening out the stained shirt you were wearing.

“Of course, you don’t, you’re one of those traitor’s family members, you got those orange eyes like the elders say” the boy said as he spat on the ground much to your surprise. “I’m Katsuki Bakugou, prince of the western lands, soon to be the king once I get my dragon.”

Your eyes widened, and you weren’t sure what to say.

Bakugou nodded, “I know, probably your first time being around someone like me.” He had his chest puffed out. Clearly, your lack of response had stoked his small ego.

You furrowed your brows, “traitor?”

Bakugou rolled his eyes, “look,” he paused waiting for you to tell him your name before continuing, “I’m sure this must come as a shock, but your people out here have all been exiled for being traitors-”

“We’re not traitors, you are,” you shot back, eyes growing wide as your mother's story about the royal dragon riders finally started to piece together in your mind.

Bakugou sneered, curling his upper lip to reveal a set of pointed canine teeth, “hah, keep telling yourself that.”

You balled your hands into fists, feeling anger for the first time in your life it seemed as you stared this snotty royal boy down. A darker part of you seemed to awaken and you suddenly felt the urge to smack his pompous smirk off his face.

He didn’t even have time to react before he noticed you lunging at him with a raised hand. However before you could even land a blow on him, a pair of arms yanked you back.

“Quit it you insolent child,” your mother hissed, holding you close to her as you thrashed. She was looking to the sky, feeling fear settle in her veins like ice when a shadow momentarily blocked out the sun.

You were too busy exchanging insults with Bakugou to notice a giant golden dragon land behind Bakugou, or see his mother slide off her dragon's back and stomp towards you three.

“Katsuki!” a shrill voice cut through your haze of anger and suddenly you froze at the sight of a woman, presumably the queen, and her dragon. A puff of hot air blew your hair back and a primal fear sank into your gut.

“You know better than to wander this far,” the queen hissed, glancing at you and your mother. By the bitter look on her face, she clearly recognized your mother. “And you,” she said harshly, pointing a slim finger at your mother, which prompted her dragon to let out a low growl, “keep your offspring away from mine, that child is feral. Don’t think I didn’t see her try to attack the prince. A crime like that is punishable by death.”

Your mother was collected as a wry smile tugged at her lips, “Mitsuki, what makes you think it was my child that started this squabble?”

“Because I know you, and I know your type,” Mitsuki snapped, grabbing Bakugou roughly by his spiky hair, making him whine. “Stay the fuck away from us, the second I catch wind that any of you traitors crossed the border, I’ll have you all burned alive.”

Your eyes were wide as you watched Bakugou smirk as his mom dragged him away and they both got on her dragon. You don’t think you’d ever forget the glare that the queen gave you as her golden dragon took off into the sky.

Dirt bellowed around you and your mom as powerful wings pushed the air around you, you squinted, digging your nails into the skin of your mother's arm.

“Do you understand now?” your mother asked, her voice even as you both watched the dragon fly into the distance towards the west.

You nodded, feeling a bitter feeling settle into the pit of your stomach.

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Many years passed, and throughout those years you trained, fell into your role as the infiltrator. The one that was supposed to regain your clan's power, regain your dragons. You were the only one able to do this, it was destiny it seemed. And it was because you had a dragon.

On your thirteenth name day, you were presented with something that had been hidden since your grandfather was exiled. It was a small dragon egg, your grandfather had stolen it before he was killed, took it from the royal clutch, in hopes that it would serve his family well.

It was doubtful that the egg would hatch, but it did. Your dragon grew to be large and fueled by your anger she had become lethal, like you. She was a deep army green with amber eyes and a double set of teeth. She was snake-like, long, and slender with an ear-piercing roar that made you sometimes wince at the whistle of it.

You both grew up together, bonding over a common goal, feeling each other's anger towards the royals. Now you were an adult, old enough to go out on your own and complete your mission that has been planned for decades.

“Are you ready?” your mother asked as she straightened your top.

You nodded, blinking hard as she ran her cold fingers over your bare stomach where a large scar ran across the lateral length of your skin. A training accident, at least that’s what it was called, but it was a reminder of what could happen if you were to fail.

“Good,” your mother said as she took a step back, “prince Katsuki is out on his dragon patrolling this evening. We know his dragon is not a usual one, he is a shifter, which makes him susceptible to silver. We have a trap set down by the ravine, they should fly right into it.”

You nodded, keeping your gaze forward as your dragon shifted behind you, her growl rumbling into a whistle.

“Get going,” your mother said as she handed you a dagger, it was your grandfather’s.

You kept silent as you climbed on your dragon's back and urged her forward. You felt numb as she took off into the evening sky, the orange of the setting sun illuminating her scales. She was let out a wheezing breath as he turned past a cloud and the ravine came into the distance.

You landed in a cave that was specifically scouted for this mission, and there you both waited, two sets of amber eyes pointed towards the sky awaiting the prince.

Soon you heard the unmistakable roar of a dragon and a flash of deep red appeared briefly through the broken clouds.

It was him, Prince Bakugou.

Your heart was pounding in your ears as you watched him descend towards the trap set out. It was meant to look like a threat from a neighboring nation. One that had been having issues with the dragon's riders of the west, a more civilized nation that was moving past the need to be controlled by those who ride dragons. In other words, the royals knew if this nation continued to grow, so would their weapons. Which meant they could become a threat to their dragons.

“Fuckin’ shitty scales, just land, damn it,” Prince Bakugou’s gruff voice echoed off the cold ravine walls.

You watched as his dragon landed and shook his head while Bakugou slid off. To your interest, his dragon shook again, changing forms and turned into a man. A big one with a long red tail, horns, and a set of red wings.

Dragon shifters were rare, rarer than dragons themselves, and for Prince Bakugou to have one as his dragon, meant that he was special. Which gave your goal an even greater weight.

“Wadda you think happened?” the shifter asked as he stepped over a few burning logs.

“Looks like it was the north,” Bakugou said with a scoff as he kicked a skull that went tumbling down the rocks till it shattered.

You stiffened, feeling your muscles bunch as you waited for the next part of the plan. A member of your clan, Shoji, the best archer, was in place to shoot Bakugou’s dragon with a silver-tipped arrow. He only had one.

With bated breath, you waited to see Shoji peek out from on top of the ravine. After a heartbeat, you noticed a flash of wood, and before you could blink a pained roar echoed around the ravine.

You froze for a moment watching the shifter crumple to the ground screaming as smoke curled from the arrow wound. But then your training kicked in and you took off, grabbing onto your dragon as she slid down the side of the ravine. Her claws scraped against the slate stone sending shards tumbling down below. She huffed, wheezing before leaping off the side and landing squarely in front of Bakugou and his dragon.

It took him no time at all to react and he instantly pulled his blades out, red eyes aflame with alarm and anger. “Who the fuck are you?”

You slide off the side of your dragon's thin back and landed on the charred ground, ash billowing around you. “Someone that can help, if you don’t treat that immediately, he’ll die.”

“Katsuki,” the shifter whimpered, his face paling.

Bakugou hesitated, glancing at your dragon. It was strange looking, long and slender with pointed features. An odd color too, he’s only known of red, gold, and orange dragons. He didn’t have time to ponder though, Kirishima needed help. “Do it.”

You nodded, feeling a sense of relief knowing that everything was going to plan. You wasted no time kneeling by Kirishima, eyeing his wound. His blood was bubbling around the tip of the arrow and evaporating into foul-smelling smoke. In one swift movement you yanked the arrow out, not flinching as Kirishima roared. With the arrow gone, you proceeded to pull the bag that was around your back to your side where you quickly found the antidote to neutralize the silver in his body.

“Here,” you said, “open his mouth.”

Bakugou glanced at you once more before prying open Kirishima’s jaws and watching your pour a strange-colored liquid down his dragon's throat. However, he was shocked to see Kirishima’s wound immediately stop smoking.

Kirishima let out sigh of relief, shutting his eyes as he took a deep breath.

“There,” you said as you capped the bottle and placed it back in your bag, “that should be good for now, he’ll need another dose in the morning. He won’t be able to shift back either, not till that is healed,” you told Bakugou while eyeing the wound.

Bakugou hummed, glancing at you again, “great. Now, answer my question, who the fuck are you?”

You frowned, “you don’t remember?”

Bakugou narrowed his eyes, “am I supposed to?”

You huffed, “of course you don’t, look, you and I got into a argument when we were kids? You wandered out too far, started acting like a dick - still act like one.”

“Do you have any clue who I fuckin’ am?” Bakugou snarled, getting ready to press his blade against your throat.

You gave him a wry smile, “Prince Katsuki Bakugou, how can I forget it a second time.”

Recognition flashed across Bakugou’s face as he looked at you again. Were you that mangy girl that got pissed at him for telling her that her family were traitors? He shifted his gaze towards your face, taking note of your orange eyes, which told him that you were indeed from the family that betrayed his.

“Remember now?” You asked as you glanced down at Kirishima again who was phasing in and out of consciousness. And then to your utter surprise he said your name. It made you still your hands on Kirishima and look at him. “So you do remember?”

Bakugou didn’t nod, instead he narrowed his eyes. “How did someone like you get a hold of a dragon?”

You shrugged, “Luck.”

“That’s not the answer I was looking for, you must have stolen it, traitor,” Bakugou hissed, suddenly moving towards you at an incredible speed.

You were somewhat caught off guard as he slammed you into the ground, pinning you down with his knee on your chest and the blade of his sword pressed against your neck. “I didn’t steal anything.”

“Yeah fuckin’ right, only my family has dragons,” he snarled, pressing the sword further into your neck, causing the skin to split under his blade. A few scarlet drops of blood slid down the side of your neck and dripped onto the ashen earth.

At the sight of this your dragon growled, slinking forward towards Bakugou. A wheezing hiss escaped her as she opened her mouth. The back of her throat started to brighten to a electric green threatening to breathe her fire on the prince, not that it would do much to him.

Bakugou stilled, glancing at your dragon. He had never seen green fire before. He looked down at you again, you were collected, watching him with a cool expression. Perhaps you were telling the truth. There have been tales of dragons far south, those of a different species than the royal line.

Your heart was in your throat as you watched him assess you. He was breathing hard, his chest was heaving as he tightened his grip around his sword. Then to your relief he moved off of you and sheathed his weapon.

“You’re coming back with me,” Bakugou announced, “to finish healing Kirishima and then to be questioned.”

This part was important, you couldn’t easily go with him, or it’d be suspicious. So you sat up, rigid and with eyes wide, “questioned? I just saved your dragon?”

“I don’t trust you,” Bakugou said with a hiss through clenched teeth. “Something about this is wrong, and I’d be fuckin’ stupid to let you go. Especially when you are the only other dragon rider in the country who isn’t part of the royal family. My family.”

You frowned, standing up and folded your arms across your chest. “Look-”

“No, you look,” Bakugou hissed, jamming his finger into your shoulder, “you don’t get a fuckin’ option. Get on your dragon we’re leaving.”

You yelped when he roughly grabbed you by the upper arm and practically threw you towards your dragon. With a huff of irriatiton you regained your balance and climbed on your dragon’s back. You watched as Bakugou hauled Kirishima over his shoulder and to your surprise managed to get on behind you, securing Kirishima between the both of you and your dragons spikes. With a hissing whine your dragon crawled forward, speeding up before she pushed herself off from the ground.

Her leathery wings extended and ash plumed around her form as she rose up higher in the sky. She didn’t fly exactly like a normal dragon would, she would weave through the air, tucking her wings in before extending them to propel herself forward again.

It wasn’t a smooth ride to put it simply.

You glanced back behind you to see Bakugou pinning Kirishima down with his upper body while he held onto the large spikes on your dragons back. He looked pissed, probably because he wasn’t used to riding bare back, at least that’s what you assumed.

It didn’t take very long to enter the western lands, and you could immediately tell that you had left your homeland due to the dramatic change in scenery.

The terrain became plush with pine forests, with trees as tall as some of the castles you heard from the elders in your town. The earth was covered with plush grass too, and the forests would break away to vast meadows with rolling hills, covered with hundred of wild flowers.

Your eyes widened at the sheer beauty the western lands held. It was warm here too, the sun had blessed these lands and all its creatures. In fact, you had never seen so much wildlife before in your life. There were herds of elk migrating north, and so many birds that were all different colors, you didn’t even know that so many animals existed.

In your town the only animals were pests, and a few scraggly farm animals that helped to feed the people. Your home was full of dry cracked earth, dead fields of straw grass, and swampy bogs that sucked and devoured any life form that entered them. The sun was shrouded by clouds and a perpetual dust seemed to hang heavy in the air.

You glanced back at Bakugou quickly, your amber gaze catching his crimson ones. A bitter feeling rose like bile in your throat and you quickly realized that you were jealous of where he grew up, and angry that his family had taken the opportunity for you to grow up in the western lands away too.

Soon a clearing near the foot of a mountain came into view. There you were able to see a large town, clearly a nomadic one, but the quality of the tents told you that the royal family and its people didn’t have much to worry about.

As you flew closer to the clan you began to notice the common people running out in groups, alarmed that a dragon, and not one they were familiar with, was about to land in their home.

With a wheezing sigh, your dragon landed, her nostrils flaring as she warily watched the three other dragons resting by the royal tent. You watched them too, hesitating to get off in case you needed to leave quickly.

“They won’t hurt you,” Bakugou said as he looked towards the trio of fire colored dragons. One a deep gold, his mothers. Another a pale yellow, his fathers. The final one, a rusty orange, his grandmothers.

You nodded, about to say something but he had already gotten off your dragon and was carrying Kirishima towards the royal tents, there were four of them. The people cried out his name and Kirishima’s, obviously concerned about who you were and what had happened to Bakugou’s dragon.

“C’mon,” Bakugou called out, not bothering to look back at you, “leave your dragon, she won’t be harmed. For now at least.”

“Comforting,” you muttered as you got off your dragon and gave her a quick pat on the neck. She grumbled, lowering her head to the ground as she watched you follow the prince with unblinking eyes.

As you followed behind Bakugou you glanced at the common folk. They were all dressed similar, wearing clothes lined with furs, and various skins. They looked well fed, well rested…happy.

You narrowed your eyes as they continued to watch you follow their prince, and you didn’t miss the whispers amongst them. They too knew of the tales between your clan and Bakugou’s, and how your family was know to have amber eyes.

Your lip curled in irritation as they exchanged snide comments about your family.

Traitors, murderers, thieves, cowards.

—---

Bakugou had you wait outside of a tent that was guarded by two warriors before allowing you to come inside. With a sharp inhale you entered the tent, pushing the door flap out of your way as you walked forward.

The inside of the tent was huge, bigger than the home you grew up in. The ground was covered in plush furs, and there was enough room for a large bed and a table. The tent walls were home to various weapons, swords, axes, and a few spears. Along with a few exotic pelts and horns from animals.

At the sound of a pained groan you turned your head to see Kirishima curled up on a makeshift bed of pelts and pillows. That silver, although neutralized for now, would keep him from shifting for another few days.

“Sit,” Bakugou’s gruff voice cut through your thoughts as he yanked out one of the chairs at his table.

You turned your gaze to his as you moved across the room and silently took a seat.

Bakugou sat down in the chair across from you and let out a strained sigh. He looked frustrated, which was not surprising, considered all that had happened within the past few hours. “The queen will be coming in to question you, along with the queen mother-”

Before he could even finish his sentence, Mitsuki, the queen, the woman who told you she would burn you and your mother alive, stomped into the tent. Her red eyes were ablaze with a deep anger upon the sight of you.

“You,” she hissed, rushing over to you, about to presumably smack you across the face till a frail voice spoke from the opening of the tent.

“Mitsuki, behave yourself,” an older lady the spitting image of Mitsuki hobbled in. She was frail and thin, but still was proud as she stood tall. The queen mother had to lean heavily on her cane as she made her way over to you, and Bakugou got out of his seat to allow his grandmother to sit.

You remained quiet, your gaze flicking between the two women. This was the most crucial part, to convince the royal family that you were not what they perceived you to be. An infiltrator, someone that was going to come in and wipe out their family line. Someone who was going to take revenge for what they did to your family.

“Now, child,” the queen mother spoke, clearing her throat as she folded her hands together, “what did you do that made my grandson fly you all the way back here, and away from your home?”

“Mother, don’t you know who this is?” Mitsuki hissed, “look at her eyes.”

“I’m well aware,” the queen mother responded curtly, “however, I trust Katuski’s judgment, if she was a threat she wouldn’t be here now would she?”

Mitsuki kept her mouth shut, but she still was glaring at you with such intense hatred that you had a hard time holding eye contact with her.

“Speak,” the queen mother said, gesturing at you with her hand to talk.

“I was in the area, and saw prince Bakugou get attacked, his dragon was injured and I helped him. He told me to come back with him, presumably because Kirishima needs another dose of antidote in the morning to remove the silver from his system,” you explained, keeping your voice even.

“And how did you obtain that dragon out there?” the queen mother asked.

“I found an egg when I was traveling away from home. It looked to be dead, so I thought I could sell it along the trade line by the coast far south,” you began, remembering the lines you rehearsed for years, “but to my surprise it hatched, so I kept it-”

“You have no right to own a dragon,” Mitsuki hissed, “not after what your family did to mine, what your grandfather did to my siblings.”

A muscle in your jaw twitched as you looked at Mitsuki, she had her hand on the hilt of her axe, clearly ready to yank it out and cleave you in two. “It wouldn’t have hatched if I didn’t have a right to it-”

“You bratty bit-”

“Mitsuki!” The queen mother said, her voice straining as she looked at her daughter with wide eyes, “this young woman just saved your son’s dragon, I know you know the weight that carries. We only get one dragon our whole lives, and if Katsuki’s died, he wouldn’t be able to take the throne.”

Mitsuki scoffed, but backed off, knowing her mother was right. “I know, but that still doesn’t mean I trust her, and neither should you mother, or you Katsuki. I know her kind, her mother and I used to be friends. I have seen the evil that grows in her blackened heart, and no doubt she passed it to her daughter.”

With that, Mitsuki turned on her heel and left, clearly through with speaking and looking at you.

You let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding. The air in the tent seemed to drop about five degrees too. It was rumored that the Bakugou’s had an affinity for fire too, which would explain how Mitsuki could raise the temperature of the air around her when she was mad.

You quickly glanced at Bakugou, who you had a feeling he had a more fiery temper than his mother, and you could only image how much heat he’d give off if he was mad. A small flicker of fear lit in your stomach as you began to think that this mission you were on was way more dangerous than you had thought.

“Look,” the queen mother spoke up, her voice was beginning to sound tired, “I knew your grandfather, he was a greedy man. He would do just about anything to get what he wanted.”

You remained silent, as feelings of doubt started to swirl in your mind.

“However, as much as our family dislikes yours, we are indebted to you. I can’t punish you for the crimes of your grandfather, and I wouldn’t anyway. Finish healing Kirishima and you may stay with us for a while, or leave it’s up to you, but perhaps it’s time that we try to rekindle the once great friendship between our clans.” The queen mother gave you a dry smile, “that doesn’t mean I don’t trust you either, I don’t make the same mistake twice. That’s why Katsuki will be in charge of you for the duration of your stay-”

“What? I don’t wanna fuckin’ babysit,” Bakugou hissed, shooting you a sharp glare.

Your ever growing fear, though you kept it well hidden, had been curbed somewhat. You had gotten in to their inner circle, so with enough patience you could achieve your goal. At the thought of this the scar on your abdomen seemed to burn and a pair of cold orange eyes flashed in your mind.

You couldn’t fail.

“You will. It will be good for her to learn about us and you to learn about them, Katuski,” the queen mother concluded with a nod, “now I think it’s time that I go have my late morning tea.”

You watched as the queen mother hobbled out of Bakugou’s tent, and you let out a sigh. You were relived that no one had picked up on your growing nerves. It would probably good the queen had left or she surely would have sniffed you out. With another sigh you turned your head and to your surprise you saw that Bakugou was already looking at you. His red eyes were narrowed slightly as he let out a huff.

“C’mon, there’s a spare tent on the outskirts of camp you can stay in,” Bakugou finally said as he pushed past you and slipped through the entrance of the tent.

You still for a moment, and then followed him out. The common people seemed to be more relaxed now. They still gave you some sideways glances as you passed, but it was nothing like from when you first arrived.

It was rather odd seeing Bakugou interact with the common folk too. He of course was prickly, but he’d dip his head to a few elders that would hobble past him, or even let some young kids jump at him and hang off is arms before he roughly tossed them off, making them squeal as they ran back to their tents.

You folded your arms over your chest, eyeing him closely. He was tall, much taller than you and built like a warrior. His arms were thick and strong, and tanned by the warm sun. He had a few milky pink scars that ran down his back along with a few tattoos that adorned his bare torso. His hair was golden, bleached by the sun, and spiky. Yet underneath his mane of hair he had a dark undercut, where you saw a set of scars that looked similar to claw marks run along the nape of his neck.

He would be hard to defeat. Someone like him, who was trained from birth to be a warrior, a prince, and a king. Not to mention the sheer amount of scars and battle tattoos he is no doubt a seasoned warrior. Uncertainty seeded in your mind once more as you both came to a stop outside of a gnarly looking tent. If thats what you could call it.

“You’ll stay here,” Bakugou said, his deep voice clipped with annoyance.

“Hardly call this a tent,” you mused, your gaze jumping from the torn fabric near the bottom of the tent and the worn flap that was barely holding it shut.

Bakugou rolled his eyes, choosing not to respond to your comment. “I’ll see you at dawn.” With that he turned his back to you and left. Not once did he turn his head back to glance at you, and you were glad.

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The next morning you were woken up before dawn. Not by choice, really, but there was a rather unpleasant groaning that started outside your tent about an hour before dawn. As much as you tried to drown out the sound decided to get up to see what was outside of your tent fussing up a storm.

To your surprise it was Bakugou’s dragon, Kirishima.

“I need more of that stuff, please,” Kirishima groaned.

You looked at the dragon shifter in mild shock. Had he crawled all the way across camp to your tent? With a quick glance at his bare torso, your question was answered, he was covered in dirt. “C’mon,” you finally said and let him inside of your tent.

Kirishima let out a grunt as he crawled behind you before collapsing on the straw mat in the center of your tent. He was panting hard and sweat was rolling down his sides.

You quickly lit the single candle in your tent and pulled out your healing pack, rifling through your various herbs till your found the antidote for Kirishima. The second bottle was much more potent than the first one you gave him, which was on purpose. You needed to be brought back to Bakugou’s clan after all.

Kirishima was watching you with glassy eyes as you moved next to his side and hovered over him. He was grinding his teeth so hard it felt like they would snap. He hissed when you ran your fingertips down his chest towards his wound, your hands were ice cold on his hot skin. “Hurry-”

“Patience,” you said sharply, your orange eyes flick between his face and the wound. Kirishima’s wound while, the silver would cure him, it was already infected. Which wasn’t supposed to happen. You poured the antidote into Kirishima’s mouth and watched him sigh as the last of the silver was broken down.

“Thank you,” Kirishima said quietly, letting out a sigh as he let his eyes shut again.

You frowned, watching as he promptly passed out from sheer exhaustion. His face was flushed pink with fever and it spread down his neck to his chest. That was unnerving to you, your knowledge with medicine was limited. You glanced at the open flap of your tent, the sun was about to break over the horizon which mean Bakugou would be here soon. A few moments passed and you grabbed your bag again, glancing at the wound before pulling out some flowers and a small jar of honey.

While you were busying yourself making a paste for Kirishima’s wound you failed to notice Bakugou sauntering up to your tent. He was dressed for a hunt, with his spear slung over his back. To his surprise he saw that you were up already.

You furrowed your brows as you smashed small marigold flowers into a paste with the honey before turning around only to see Bakugou standing in front of your tent.

“What’s wrong with him?” Bakugou asked, moving the flap to the tent opening aside and ducking before walking inside.

“His wound is infected,” you said, glancing up at him before turning your attention to Kirishima, reaching out to place the mush of herbs and flowers on his wound.

“He can see our healer,” Bakugou said gruffly as he grabbed your wrist roughly to stop you from touching Kirishima.

You wiggled your wrist in his tight grasp. His hand easily wrapped around your entire wrist, and you were sure if he wanted to he could snap it in half. “Sure, but it’s not looking great-”

“I’ll let our healer decide that,” Bakugou interrupted, his eyes were narrowed as he quickly dropped your wrist and then bent down to inspect his dragon. Kirishima twitched in his sleep, letting a hand flop towards Bakugou before letting out a grumble. Bakugou lifted his gaze to you for a moment, and then back at Kirishima. Why would Kirishima come to you? He knew where the healer was.

Bakugou grabbed Kirishima’s forearm before slinging him over his shoulders. “I’ll come back for you,” he said before leaving you again.

#bakugou x fem!reader #dragonprince!bakugou #bnha bakugou #Ipromise #please ignore my spelling errors there’s a lot pretend they’re not there 🫶

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La Pluie Ep 12 (Finale) Stray Thoughts

Last week, Tai was a total shit to everyone. He managed to reconcile with Tien and resolve things with Lomfon. However, he was too much of a shit to talk with Patts, and now Patts has decided it's best for him to leave. Tai decided to RUIN HIS MOM'S WEDDING, and then finally had his ass metaphorically handed to him when he was confronted with the interior reality of human relationships. Now, it's time for him to Japanese Track Star Run after his man.

It's been an honor writing and clowning with all of you. Let's take one final ride.

I have missed Pingpong. They're a good senior.

ARE WE GOING THERE WITH NARA AND DREAM???

LET'S GO LESBIANS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NOT THE TIPPY TOES!!! This episode is giving me everything!!

Wait, is Lomfon's confession video like 20 minutes long?

Thank you, Tien. Please get your brother to step up for once.

Tai FINALLY connected the way he treats Patts to the way he has been beefing with his mom.

Love how we read this show correctly the whole time. The soulmates question was a trap!!

Yes! You better get a scooter!

I'm looking forward to the color analyses about all of the yellow that has made its way into this finale.

I love Tai's helmet.

Oh interesting. I was not expecting them to introduce a couple where one has a visible disability.

Something has shifted since they let Tai start eating again.

Yes, Tai! It's time to speak!

Oh I loved that reconciliation.

Oh my god what is this tag at the end of the show??? Are we getting a sequel??

Final Verdict: 10, I've Had To Give For So Long and I Finally Get to Receive.

WE WERE RIGHT ABOUT EVERYTHING THE WHOLE TIME!!! THE SOULMATES CONNECTION WAS A TRAP AND A DISTRACTION. IT WAS ALWAYS ABOUT HOW WE TREAT EACH OTHER.

I was here for this show the whole time. I was desperate for this show to succeed and stick the landing. I love that this show wasn't trying to trick us at all. This was the most satisfying experience I've had with a show and other viewers in the last decade. Thank you all for sharing your thoughts and creations for the last three months.

Special thanks to @lurkingshan for committing to writing alongside me to convince people to watch this show, and everything else who took up the cause of supporting Patts, including @ginnymoonbeam, @wen-kexing-apologist, and many others.

See you in the next show, clowns.

#la pluie #la pluie meta #thai bl #bl series #Ben watches

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lostfirefly · 9 months ago

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If you ever find yourself lost in the dark and you can't see, I'll be the light to guide you

The idea for fanfic arose completely by accident when I wrote one line in "Tell me what to want to hear...". The events take place before their first quarrel, so Catherine does not yet know the name of the red-haired man.

Description: Buggy and Catherine have been living together for about a month one and a half to two months. Catherine sees him without his clown makeup for the first time (for a completely stupid reason, because these two couldn’t have it any other way).

Warnings: Buggy is frightened and reacts inappropriately. Just the way we like it: fear, tears, insecure Buggy.

Words: 2469

Buggy x OC from my “You’ve Got the Same Dream as Me” series.

The title is taken from "Count on Me" by Bruno Mars.

English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :)

Masterlist

Taglist: @gingernut1314, @operationroots

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Catherine was lying in bed alone, trying to sleep, when she heard a familiar heavy exhalation and felt a body plop down next to her on the bed.

“Ouch!” Said a tired voice with a note of misunderstanding.

“My silly clown, you're back!” She said quietly and softly.

“Where's my pillow, Cathie-pie?” Buggy groaned with his face buried in the mattress. He rose to his elbows and looked around the bed.

“Oh, damn! I’m sorry!” Catherine started giggling. “I went to bed. You weren't at home, I missed you and took your pillow for a hug imagining that it was you.” She pulled it out from under the blanket and gave it to him. “Here. See? It's you.”

“I see you took not only my pillow, but also my t-shirt. Again. Pillow, t-shirt. What else are you planning to take from me?” He chuckled, put down the pillow and dropped his head onto it.

"Do you really want to know the answer to this question?" She giggled and looked over her shoulder at him. Catherine reached out her hand and touched his head. "Did you hit it hard? Does it hurt?"

"Nah, I’m fine." Buggy started running his fingers along her back and moved his body a little closer to her.

“It's a pity. I thought you hit yourself hard and already wanted to kiss you just so it wouldn’t hurt so much.” She removed her hand and turned her back to him.

"What? Wait, wait, wait! No, no, no. I did. I did. It hurts a lot. Please, help me. I think I'm already losing consciousness"

“No, you missed your moment, my flashy fool. Next time use your brain first before the answer."

"Little shit." Buggy took her hand, kissed it, and without removing his hand from hers laid them on the bed next to Catherine. She moved her back closer to him and with her other hand she covered him with the blanket.

He tried to kiss her neck but met with the strict "no-o-o".

"But why-y-y?" He started whining.

"You're punished. Remember what you did yesterday?"

"Oh, believe me, I remember. That was too good to forget." Buggy chuckled stupidly.

"I hate you. Damn you and your chop chop thing." Catherine blushed and hid her head under the blanket. "How was the rehearsal?" She asked quietly.

"Better than last time." He pulled her out and kissed her shoulder. "I hope everything will be fine."

“Not fine. Everything will be amazing and incredible! Because you’re amazing and incredible. Will you get me a ticket? I’d like to see your new show.”

"Of course no, you'll be standing in the line to get the ticket just like everyone else. Baby, you'll have the best seat, trust me."

"Sorry, I can't sit on your lap during the whole show. Your female fans won’t understand me and will bite me near your green room." She laughed and lightly scratched his knuckles with her fingers. "By the way, I'm wearing new pajama pants today." Catherine said tiredly.

"Which animals are honored to be on your beautiful ass this time?" He asked barely audibly, placing his chin on the top of her head.

"Camels."

"Camels? I envy them." He hugged her tighter. “Oh, no!! Why did you say that? Now I want to see it.”

He lifted the blanket and was about to go down and look.

"Put the blanket down, asshole. You'll see my pants in the morning!" Catherine pulled his hand back.

Buggy sighed sadly and hugged her again. "Now I want to fall asleep faster so I can wake up faster. Can't wait to see your ass.”

“You're an idiot. But I love you. Do you know that?”

“This is actually the first time I've heard that!” He buried his face in her hair. “Good night, my cotton candy."

"Good night, my Buggy Bear."

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Catherine woke up early in the morning, turned over in bed and brushed her hand across the space in the bed next to her.

"Empty?" She opened one eye. "Buggy?" Catherine asked in a sleepy voice, hardly lifting her head from the pillow. “Damn, I need to pee.”

She barely got out of bed and trudged to the bathroom.

Catherine opened the door and froze.

"Buggy?!" Her eyes widened. He stood in his pajamas, looking for something in his makeup bag, his hair was disheveled and he had an absolutely clean face.

"Oh my.. Your face. You're witho..." Catherine wanted to take a step forward.

Before finishing her sentence, Buggy rushed towards her, covered her eyes with his hand and shouted angrily “out!”.

“Hey! What the fuck?” Catherine squealed.

Buggy pushed her out of the bathroom and locked the door.

"Go away!!" He yelled at her.

“First of all, I didn’t understand what just happened. Secondly, why did you throw me out of the bathroom? And thirdly, open the door!” She knocked on the wooden door with her palm.

Incomprehensible sounds, seasoned with endless “fuck, no” reached her. There was fear in his voice. Scared. He was scared? The roar suddenly came from behind the door. It seemed to Catherine that something heavy had fallen there.

"What happened? Are you okay?" She asked fearfully.

Silence.

"Buggy, open the damn door! I'm serious. This is not funny." Catherine pulled the doorknob a couple of times. “Do I have to break down the door? Believe me, I can do it even though I'm not very tall and thin. Of course it will be hard for me and take some time, but I will do it. Open it! Now!”

She heard the door lock click. Catherine stood in the doorway and didn't know what to do. The mirror in the bathroom was broken and pieces littered the floor. Buggy's right hand was covered in blood. He sat on the floor, burying his face in his knees and crying.

"What happened?" She barely managed to squeeze out a sentence. “W-what…?”

“You shouldn’t have.. Why?.. Not now..” He muttered into his lap, sniffling.

Catherine stepped over the broken mirror and knelt next to Buggy. "Hey, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"

"I did not want... Not now".

"Didn't want what?" She quickly examined his head, back, arm. “Damn, your arm. Sit here, I’ll get a bandage.” She got up, ran to the kitchen and brought a first aid kit.

Catherine rummaged through the medicine bag in a slight panic. "Where.. Fuck! Oh, oh! Found it! Found it!" She quickly but gently treated his hand and bandaged it.

"Buggy, please look at me, I'm begging you. What happened?"

He shook his head for a long time, constantly sobbing.

Catherine hugged him, put her chin on the top of his head and held him close. “My Buggy Bear, what’s wrong? You constantly mumble that I shouldn’t have done something, but I don’t understand what I shouldn’t have done.” She tried to make a joke, but knew she sounded stupid.

"You weren't supposed to see me like this." He finally said, sniffling periodically.

“Like this? What are you talking about?”

“A freak. And now you’ll leave me, right? That’s basically what everyone did.”

“If I leave you, it will only be to get some tongs or a fucking jack to finally tear your head off your knees.” Catherine ran her hand along his back.

She stayed in the same spot until he calmed down a little. Catherine moved a little and sat on her knees in front of him, running her hands over his arms, his back and his hair. Finally, she gently grabbed his chin and slowly lifted his head.

"And what was that, my silly clown?" She smiled slightly and ran her hand through his hair near his forehead.

"You'll leave me now, right?" Buggy sniffed.

"If it's a strange riddle then I'm not catching up the sense, Buggy. Why should I leave you?"

“Well, because you usually see me as a flashy clown. But in reality I’m not a flashy clown. I’m just a miserable red nose freak. Scorned and apparently abandoned by you soon.”

“Dear God. What are you saying, my Buggy Bear!!” She grabbed his face in her hands. "Look at you. You are still handsome and flashy. Now of course you are all red like your lovely nose, but at the same time you still manage to remain handsome. I even envy you. I’m afraid that when I cry, I look like an amateur in beekeeping!” Catherine barely unhooked his arms and legs. She stood on her knees between his legs, wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. “You're the most handsome man I've ever met. You're the flashiest clown I've ever seen. You're the funniest guy I've ever known. You know how lucky I am? I’m so happy that I have you in my life.” Catherine whispered in his ear and gave him a session of quick kisses on his cheeks.

"Shall we go to bed? We don't need to sit here on the floor…” She asked quietly, took his hands and pulled them lightly. "Get up, my little bear. Do you want to look at me? If you don't want to do this, don't do it, that's fine!"

Buggy reluctantly raised his tear-stained eyes to Catherine.

“My boy! Come to me.” She pulled him by the hand and hugged him around the waist.

Buggy looked around the floor and pointed questioningly at the shards of glass.

“I’ll clean it up later, don't worry.”

Catherine led him into the bedroom and sat him down on the bed. "Water? Beer? Whiskey? Do you want to eat or drink something? I'll bring it."

He shook his head.

“But I’ll bring it anyway in case you want it later. Okay? Don't go anywhere.” Catherine checked his hand, pecked him on his cheek and quickly ran into the kitchen. As she gathered everything, she didn't know why but felt the tears flowing from her eyes. She took three deep breaths.

“I’m coming!” Catherine returned to the bedroom with bottles and snacks.

Buggy lay on the bed, curled up and sobbing periodically. She lay down next to him, covered them both with a blanket and hugged him from behind.

"My love, why did you react like this? Why did you say that shit about yourself? I'll kill whoever put that crap into your head. Is that your stupid friend? You mentioned him several times. With red hair. I don't know what happened between you guys but if it's him, then keep him out of my sight. I'll cut off everything I can from him and throw his pieces into the sea to the first shark I come across."

"Don't remind me about him, please." He muttered.

“I’m sorry. I didn't want... He just infuriates me in absentia. No one dares to offend you. I won’t allow anyone to do this.” Catherine kissed him in the temple.

“I’m sorry you saw me like this.. without my.. you know.. A fr...” He whispered.

“Stop saying this awful word, please. First of all, you're not a freak. Second, I’m so so happy that I saw your face.” She ran one hand over his arm. “You know, I’m more than sure that girls come to your show not only because your circus shows are cool and spectacular, but because they’ve fallen for you. I’m not kidding. They also probably have a fan club of yours. They have fans meetings every week, where they exchange your photos and posters, and discuss how amazing you are. You see? I have so many competitors! So I’ll blink an eye and you’ve already been taken away by some other pretty girl. Do you know how sad I will be without you? Who's gonna cheer me up? Who will keep me warm at night? Whose cute red nose will I kiss every morning?”

"You'll find a handsome guy. Without a clown nose and who doesn't fall apart." He mumbled indifferently.

“The guy who doesn't literally fall apart? Ew, what a boring relationship would await me.” She kissed the back of his head and gently touched his hand.

"I don't want you to leave."

"Well then, we're both lucky. I don't want one either.” Catherine stroked his arms and his head. “Can I stay with you? You know. A month. A year. Or forever?”

He nodded and sobbed. "I like the last option." He chuckled slightly.

"Thank you! You're very kind!" She ran her hand over his shoulder. “You know, I understand that you and I are both new to long-term relationships and frankly speaking, this is my first time living with someone. Let's agree this way. You can walk around the house with or without makeup. As you want, okay? I love you in any way. Maybe one day I'll get the privilege of being the only girl in the world who sees Buggy The Greatest Clown without makeup. Maybe one day I will help you apply it. Of course, I’m not very good at this, but you’ll teach me, right?”

Buggy nodded barely and pressed closer to Catherine.

“Cool! Lucky me!" She said in a tone of happiness.

“I guess…”

“Can I ask, my blue-haired fool?”

"Uh-huh..." He said faintly.

“Did.. Did you get up early every morning to put on your makeup and go back to bed just because you felt insecure without it? And you thought I would stop loving you if I saw you without.. well.. you know..”

Buggy shrugged then nodded and slowly turned toward her.

“Hi!” Catherine gently ran her hand over his face.

“Hi…”

She moved closer to him, smiled and pecked him in his nose. Buggy wrapped his arms around her waist and placed his head on her chest.

“Camels…” He said quietly.

“What?”

“Camels. They look amazing on your beautiful ass. I envy them.”

“Idiot!” She giggled and lightly scratched the top of his head.

“Thank you..” He whispered and hugged her tightly.

"You're always welcome, my silly clown. Promise not to do that again. You scared me a lot.” She placed her hand on his back and started and started stroking it.

He sighed heavily and closed his eyes.

“I don't really know what happened in your past. But.. Just remember, please. Now you're not alone, Buggy. We'll handle all the shit together, okay? I’m here with you. I care about you. I worry about you.” Catherine continued stroking his head. “I love you so so much, my Buggy Bear."

“I don't deserve you..”

"What? I can't hear you. There's some kind of interference. I think you wanted to say something else, right?"

“Little shit.. I said, I love you too, my cotton candy.”

Buggy was silent for a couple of minutes.

“Cathie-pie…”

“I’m listening, my silly clown.”

“I'm hungry. Can you make me pancakes?”

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stitching-in-time · 6 months ago

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Voyager rewatch s2 ep23: The Thaw

I'll come right out and say it, this is one of the dumbest episodes of Star Trek I've ever seen. Seriously, why do we dunk on Threshold or Move Along Home when this exists??

The opening scene with Tom and Harry hanging out and chatting in Harry's quarters is the most interesting thing that happens in the whole episode- we learn that sound travels easily through walls in the crew quarters, which must have caused a lot of drama on the ship that probably would have been juicier than half the plots of actual episodes lol.

This episode wants so desperately to be psychological horror, but this circus, that’s supposed to be so menacing, is just like, mildly wacky?? And every time they try to kill someone, whatever device they use is painted literal Barbie pink, so it's a little hard to be terrified when the threat being posed is 'oh no! we're caught in a virtual reality simulation with Barbie's Dream Guillotine!' lmao

And the PLOT HOLES! PLOT HOLES EVERYWHERE!! Why does the clown kill off the people if he needs them to survive?! He won’t let them go, but he’ll kill them willy-nilly?? What?? That doesn't make any sense. And if the people know they’re in virtual reality, why would being virtually guillotined scare them at all, let alone enough to give them heart attacks??? And why do they not just kill the clown?!? Why don’t the Voyager people just kill the clown?!? He’s not a real person, he’s a computer program, you’re not even killing an actual life form- problem solved!!! (Also, the evil clown is supposed to read people's minds, and says that Harry misses Libby, but the first scene had Harry telling Tom he's been seeing the lieutenant Tom's been trying to date for six months- clearly he doesn't miss Libby that bad lol. And clearly Tom got over Kes pretty quickly too! It's like Star Trek: High School on that ship!)

We do learn that Harry Kim's parents are apparently civilian doctors, so that's kinda interesting I guess. (I felt very sorry for the baby they uesd for baby Harry though- poor kid seemed terrified of all the weird masks and makeup everyone was wearing. This episode is scary if you're a two year old, but if you're older than that, not so much.)

And why is the evil clown Michael McKean?! Hiring a comedian, and a well known one at that, to play a character who's supposed to be scary, is... a choice. Mostly he was just annoying more than anything else. (And I do like Michael McKean in comedy roles. In fact, I just watched the movie 'Earth Girls Are Easy' the other day, where he played a surf bum, so it was even harder to take him seriously with that movie in mind- although, I will say, that movie is a great example of how to make someting so over-the-top bad that it's actually good- this ep did not even come close to achieving that, unfortunately.) I just.... I have so. many. questions.

The ONLY scary thing in this entire episode is Captain Janeway at the end. When she does that lowered voice, with the simmering wrath underneath, and then the gleeful triumph of watching some idiot realize they just got played?? Ugh. MA'AM. WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO BE THIS HOT?!

It’s like wow, okay bad guys, she’s gonna end you, and you will probably die in some kind of strange state of beatific awe at the sheer majestic honor of having your ass handed to you by this badass queen. I love her so much!! Anyway, I give this episode zero stars from a story standpoint, but ALL THE STARS for Captain Janeway’s hotness and badassery in the final scene.

Tl;dr: A complete dud on every level, only worth watching for the fun of the first and last scenes.

#star trek: voyager #voyager rewatch #rewatching star trek #star trek voyager #captain kathryn janeway #star trek

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ofoceansandtombsanew · 2 months ago

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hiiiiiiiiii nyla!!! i'm in your askbox for the selfship game!!! might i have 🧸,🌠, and💎for my beloved sea otters?

i see we're both doing scientific research today. i haven't had enough ace brainrot either so here we go

🧸— favourite gifts from each other?

the kids. the first of which was an accidental gift

from ace i think my favorite thing i ever got from him was a turtle shell back when we lived on dawn island. it's a standout gift/core memory for me. being the 'weird black kid' growing up is... definitely an✨ e x p e r i e n c e ✨ so him indulging me in my 'weird ass hobbies' and picking up things he knew i'd like was a big deal. and from me... ace's favorite gift is probably an oyster shell with a unique interior after it was cleaned. i said it reminded me of him

he was a bit rough around the edges when we first met but there was a whole treasure trove beneath it

🌠 — if you or your f/o could make one wish come true, what would it be?

pre-sabo was alive the whole time reveal & post-reveal: i'd want ace to love himself more. considering my devil fruit ability, i have a better understanding of death than most and appreciate the time i have with the people i care about but i wouldn't want to upset that balance. sabo isn't coming back but ace and luffy are still around and that's enough for me. it would just be nice if ace could appreciate himself as much as luffy and i do

(then as it would turn out with sabo being alive the whole time, it would have been a waste of a wish lmao)

ace would probably wish for sabo to have never died in the first place pre-reveal, but post-reveal i think he'd probably wish for the dreams of his loved ones to come true because he is selfless like that

💎 — if you and your f/o were in a fake relationship/marriage, who do you think would lose at falling in love first?

well in the sea otters canon i fall for ace first, probably harder too but i think it's really a coin toss on the who fell harder part, so i will have to give the honor of being a clown to me

it's ace can i really be blamed?

send a selfship ask

#look she's answering #the homies #look it's self shipping hours #ask games #sea otters #flaming pearls #flaming pearls (sea otters)

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loftwingsuarus · 2 years ago

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tl:dr Citra beats up a dude. takes place in the au where they fake their death or whatever

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Citra and a stranger are yelling at each other in the parking lot, and when Rowan walks out the store outlets, he thinks: oh no. Citra rolls up her sleeves. Rowan puffs out a breath and does the silly little jog that people do when crossing a busy street. God knows Citra's about to send this clown to a revival center. Rowan grabs her arm before she can start swinging.

"Whoa whoa whoa, Citra-" she pushes him off and glares at the man.

"Don't fucking talk to me like that!" she spits. They're still going on.

"This your girl?" the stranger asks. "Because she's talking crazy dude-"

"You didn't see the way he was screaming at me!" Citra shouts. Rowan did, in fact, see the way he was screaming at her. He did not like it.

"Okay okay, hold on, let me handle this, okay?" Between the two of them, there's no pacifists, but Rowan doesn't straight-up prefer violence. Citra huffs, but she lets him. If only because she usually gets her way in the end.

Some tall guys are gangly. They gangle or whatever. Rowan does not. He looks like he benches your ass at the gym. He walks into the stranger's personal space, and then keeps going. The stranger backs up two steps for every one that Rowan takes. This guy is not built enough to be picking fights with ex-scythes- not that he knows they are. He's not built enough to be picking fights with anyone, actually.

"First off, she was talking crazy-"

"Nope, don't wanna hear it," Rowan says, "You can apologize-"

"I'm not apologizing! Your girl is a psycho-"

"No, shut up, don't care. You can either apologize, or you can fight her."

"Seriously? You're not going to fight me?" he asks. That throws Rowan for a loop. He looks at the man like he is an imbecile.

"Nah. She wants the smoke, she got it."

"Come on, man," he says, throwing his hand up, "I feel bad beating down on a girl."

"Right, but you didn't feel bad cursing her out earlier?"

"Dude, she was acting like a psycho-"

Rowan suddenly gets an idea of who exactly this person is and why they singled out Citra. He really hates this guy. He's not about to go defending Citra's honor, but Rowan has changed his mind about letting her curb stomp him.

"Yeah? Well I'm about to feel bad seeing my girl beat down on you," he replies, which isn't true. He's going to enjoy it immensely.

At that, the man starts fuming. His face turns so red, Rowan thinks he'll start boiling like a kettle.

"I fucking warned you," he tells Rowan before he stalks off. Rowan continues giving him a blank stare.

The man strides up to Citra, who is standing with her arms crossed and her hair tied up. He throws the weakest punch of all time. For a split second, Rowan thinks to himself: Holy shit. He actually thinks Citra is weak because she's a woman.

Citra dodges the world's weakest hit with minimal effort. She grabs his arm with both hands. All she does is hold it, and his own momentum dislocates his shoulder.

"AAH!"

Not feeling particularly merciful, Citra proceeds to throw him against the curb by the dislocated arm. It's like a scene straight out of the UFC when she slams the whole weight of her body into his back. It sounds like a kid breaking pencils in class. His spine is shattered and his ego is devastated.

Rowan comes up with his hands in his pockets.

"Damn, I just wanted to get lunch," he says. "Are we good now?"

The man is still groaning in pain. The Thunderhead, ever silent nowadays, probably dispatches an ambudrone, but doesn’t do much else. People are alternating between staring and scurrying away from whatever the hell just happened in front of them. Citra does arm stretches like she's warming up for a run.

"Oh, we're good." She rolls her neck. "We're even.” She takes Rowan by the arm and they walk off.

#scythe #arc of a scythe #myposts #I wasn’t going to post this but my friends thought it was funny #based on Bee’s Real Life

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becauseimanicequeen · 5 months ago

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Pride Month Watch: Mama Gogo (ep 9-10)

My thoughts on episodes 1-4, episodes 5-7, and episode 8.

I'm currently going through my Pride Month Watch List and Mama Gogo is on my list of shows/films I haven't watched before but have wanted to get to.

It feels like things are about to fall apart bit by bit, and I'm here for the ride because I'm sure that Annie will fight with everything she has if it does (it most likely will).

Let's dive into the 9th episode!

Did Auto just…

Walk into enemy territory?

He’s there to be a spy, right? There is no fucking way I’ll believe this pretty thief would stab Annie in the back like that and work for her enemy willingly. I mean, Annie even bailed him out after the drug setup thing…

I don’t care if I’m getting into delulu territory, my ass is firmly placed in this clown car! You will not trick me into believing Auto is shady. I refuse to believe it!

This…

Is exactly why I don’t believe he's there to join Annie’s enemy. Just saying...

At least Annie saw how talented Auto was:

And I love that she’s standing up for him against Choke (even though he fucking robbed her in the beginning!) since Choke is too narrow-minded and hot-headed to not drop his animosity for Auto.

Will Choke turn out to be right in the end? Maybe. Will Annie get burned for her willingness to trust Auto? Maybe. But I honestly think Auto just needs someone to believe in him (which Annie does). And I don't think Auto will willingly piss on that.

I love Annie so much…

She knows this is a team effort. One for all and all for one. She’s the best boss/big sister/friend these boys could ever have asked for. I love Team Annie so much!

Dude!

She’s not old. And she definitely didn’t trick Chen to go out with her. Can’t you see how whipped he is?

The way I smile like a fool when I see these two:

I love them individually and I love them together.

You can’t convince me he’s not whipped…

It’s palpable.

Okay…

Let’s see how loyal the boys are to Annie and how many will fall for Tina’s tricks. Please, don’t disappoint me.

Of course, there would be something…

To make the one who is most loyal to Annie waver. Considering he would do anything for his daughter (as he should), he might be the first to quit. And if he quits, this whole thing falls apart.

Damn, I really wanted to keep rooting for my pretty thief (Auto). I’m still in my clown car believing he's not really working for Tina, but it’s getting harder defending him, lol.

Finally...

And look at this baby gangster:

He's so silly and I love him for it.

Look at this beautiful woman in purple:

And the fact that her earrings are yellow! (And the weights in the background.)

Oh, lord. She's vibrant in those contrasting colors! The colors are doing things to me, lol.

Your honor! I fucking love this woman!

The way she delivered those words with such a sweet tone and innocent face... She's my queen and I will love her until the end of my days.

You know, for a woman I don't really like...

I can't believe I'm relating to her. At least she has perspective and priorities. That's always something.

The fact that they're emphasizing that Chen's mom absolutely doesn't want Chen to know about this is opening up to someone using this against Annie, doesn't it? Will Tina find out somehow and use it against Annie? Let's see...

Wait...

Yes you can. Loyalty doesn't necessarily mean working at Mama Gogo for the rest of your lives. It just means having Annie's back and not betraying her trust. Gayu can take Tina's money to follow his dreams and still be loyal to Annie. Just talk to her about it. Doing it behind her back, though. That's disloyalty.

She might be upset (which she has every right to be). But she might also be supportive since she is just as loyal to them as they've been to her.

Please don't do any of this shit behind her back. Just be honest. Talk to her.

Btw...

Real, mature adults know to apologize when they've been/done wrong. Another reason for me to love Annie with every cell of my being.

The way Annie stands up for Yuth...

If anyone doubted her loyalty to her boys, they were dead wrong.

I just...

Love them all so much.

And then it was shattered...

I almost cried during this scene.

Like I mentioned before, if he'd just talked to Annie, she probably would've been fine with it. But hearing it from someone else... That feels like a betrayal.

Annie still took it like a champion. She hurt, but the show must go on. They had a packed club and work to be done. No point in wallowing in this shit.

And then it just got worse...

It's obvious that he would find this out sooner or later since secrets like this tend to come out. But I'm glad he found out like this rather than Tina using this info against Annie.

Let's see how they will work this out (because I'm sure they will). It will be hilarious if Chen's mom convinces him to make up with Annie after being against her and Chen's relationship this whole time. But I feel like she has a different perspective of Annie now, so it's possible.

I've reached the image limit again... So, let's start a new post!

#mama gogo #mama gogo the series #thai series #ice queen's pride month watch #pride month watch #my shit

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peppy-jester · 14 days ago

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Fizz loved to perform at Ozzie's, it was always an honor for the jester. But it still wasn't the same he used to do when he was still working for Mammon. With the sin of Greed Fizz did all the circus act performing to larger crowds, travel around Hell to do some interviews, shooting some commercials and make promos. It was fun, Fizz loved it, even tho his boss, master-... was the reason Fizz wanted to quit at times. The way Mam made him feel like he was never good enough. That is what he doesn't want to remember. So performing at Ozzie's to a more mature audience without any clown tricks is a step away from what Fizz have used to do. Now it was more singing, announcing the guest stars while doing little stand up comedy, sprinkle of some kinky and sexual jokes.. so much fun. But he liked it nonetheless.. Fizz would never complain of having this as a gig job along with being a business partners with the sin of Lust.

Blitzø's reaction to the size of the bathroom got a genuine chuckle out of the jester. He had been living in this luxurious life for ten whole years he had forgotten what it's like to live in a small apartment. Besides this wasn't even that huge of a room? Just a normal size like every other room in this penthouse. It was Ozzie's home after all, he wasn't short like few other sins, he needed his space to roam around his home.

"Chandelier brings a mood when taking a long bath after a long day at work" Fizz just said with a nod. He loved to take a relaxing bath with Oz in a candle lights~ Fizz made his way to the shower and was about to open the faucet, stopping on his tracks as he slowly looked at Blitzø with confused expression on his face.

"Okay buddy you know we are in Lust right, it's raining in here almost constantly thanks to Greed ring... I wouldn't be able to go anywhere if these weren't waterproof. I mean there was a time when the limbs weren't- . . ." he let out an amused chuckle remembering the moment. It was quite a shock... literally. "Oz keeps improving the limbs every now and then to make them most useful for me to move around freely. So answer to your question; yes, they will get wet like we both are-.." he paused to give Blitzø a suggestive eyebrow wiggle. "It's shower after all~" that being said Fizz turned the faucet on, soon being watered by the warm shower. Without giving a further notice Fizz stretched his arms out to pull Blitzø under the shower with him only inches away from each other.

"Is the temperature good enough? Want it to be warmer? Hotter?" sorry for his flirting ass, Fizz was just being his normal self here... besides he was still in a mood after what happened earlier.

【𐂃】 a glimmer of admiration reflected across Blitzø's eyes, happy to perceive his chatterbox-of-a-companion ranting endlessly about their gig. their new life style. it was like having the old Fizz back, but ten times better! He knew Ozzie's was a popular place demons tried to make reservations... given it was always booked. The hitman never understood why && -- had he known Fizz was the main star attraction, he probably wouldn't of showed up either. Since, around the time, the two weren't seeing eye to eye && butting heads.

Needless to say, it was starting to make sense. Why the place gained so much popularity && momentum. Fizz did always knew how to gather a crowd, saying the best jokes, pulling out stunts he tried to keep up with. Then there's Blitzø... who was only ever good at being his sidekick && getting Fizz into mischiefs, which his father always scolded him over. At times smacking him to teach him a lesson.

Trying not to digress, the assassin pressed forward. Taking off his first layer, his coat, while proceeding behind the jester. ❝ Well y' did use t' say the shittiest horse jokes. ❞ he lightly teased, ❝ I haven't seen ya this hyped up before though. y' got a good thing goin'. I really am... proud of y', Fizz. Seems all yer hard work is finally payin' off. ❞

Walking up to the laundry room, the taller imp then removed the rest of his attire. Stripping, unveiling himself, before placing his clothing in the basket as informed. Covet hues hypnotized by the other's undraped body. Their lower regions still imprinted with his prior cum. Emitting a blush out of the assassin, rendered speechless with salacious thoughts until he reached their destination. Maw drawn agape at the luxurious display.

❝ No fuckin' way... this place is practically the size of my apartment! There's a chandelier here too!?!? ❞ the entire place reeked of the rich, he hated it, but also loved it. He couldn't recall the last time he had a bubble bath-- thinking of giving it a shot sometime. However, inclined to follow Fizz, he went with the obvious choice. Tail curling into a heart shape when being caressed, yet, he had a few concerns.

❝ y' don't have ta tell me twice. Shower sounds good... although... what 'bout yer limbs? won't they... get wet? ❞

#IC;;#blitzbuckz #Sssshhhh... Fizz would be happy to be called by honey tbh ;;#I mean earlier he himself almost said babe.. quickly saying Blitzø's name there #And I'm almost sorry for him being like this-.. C;

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daysofourlivesrecaps · 1 year ago

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Tuesday, 30 May 2023

Some days (or some Days, I guess?) they move us from one set of plots to another, entirely unrelated set of plots that do not overlap any of the others in the slightest and we end up with a bit of whiplash. And this is exactly what happened today.

Xander checks in with Gwen regarding the newspaper that they co-own and co-manage. And look, I adore both of these very British, very pretty people. But I have an exceptionally hard time believing that they've managed to keep *an actual print newspaper* in business this long between the two of them.

Xander has heard that Gwen let the ad sales manager go, and suggests Chloe (with her background in opera singing and... whatever the hell she did at that fashion company) for the job. Gwen pushes back, suggesting that it would be unethical to hire Xander's current girlfriend. But Xander denies that anything is going on and Gwen concedes, figuring that she must have read that in next week's Soap Opera Digest or something.

Chloe is visited by Brady, who offers her that same nebulous job back at the fashion company. The company is not called Basic Bitch (Amanda: BITCH!) but is in fact called Basic Black. Because his name is Brady Black. Also I'm pretty sure their logo looks exactly like that of the rival soap, The Brave and the Bold The Bold and the Beautiful, but I have been unable to find evidence to support this.

Chloe says "nah, I shouldn't come to work for my ex-boyfriend. That would be unethical. Besides, Xander offered me a job that I'm definitely qualified for!"

Then Xander returns home and he and Brady glare at each other for a few minutes.

Over at the Kirakases...

We know, Maggie. RESTING IN PEACE. For christ's sake, poor John Aniston has been gone since November. When the hell are you people going to stop playing this game?

Justin, having heard that Alex lost his job when he blew that big deal, has come to plead with Maggie to reconsider. Because nothing says "I am a powerful entity in the business world" quite like having one of your parents grovel for forgiveness on your behalf.

In Chicago, Maggie's daughter Sarah is still inexplicably hanging out with Rex, the living embodiment of Crayola's Atomic Tangerine crayon. They're visited by Bonnie (a sort of working-class Anna) who immediately figures out that Sarah's pregnant (mostly because she's hiding it so very badly) and that the baby is actually Xander's.

Xander put on a clown mask and kidnapped Bonnie and Susan Banks (the woman, not our cat) in the events that ultimately led to Susan (the human)'s death, but Bonnie has somehow forgiven him for this and joined the chorus of people insisting that Sarah should just give him another chance.

And look, I think they were a great match. They were both quite sexy and extremely funny together. I bought their connection and I enjoyed seeing them together. But people keep gaslighting Sarah into thinking Xander didn't do exactly the awful things she dumped his Scottish ass for. And I wish they'd stop.

Back in Salem, Alex is stil moping about losing his job, so he's hanging out with Stephanie. Then Chad returns from Greece and gives Alex the same jealous bullshit that happened when their positions were reversed. It's a good day for dudes pumping up their chests at other dudes, I guess. But not in the sexy way, like you want.

Alex leaves them to their uncomfortable couch sex and takes off. In the square, he runs into Gwen and asks if she still has that ad sales job open. "You, a man I was recently fucking, would be perfect for this job and not at all an unethical choice! Unfortunately, the position is taken."

Then she pretty much begs him to get back in bed with her with her eyes (seriously, look at that) and also with her actual words, but he stands his ground on the whole "working on myself and the way I treat women" thing. Which is honorable and probably the right thing to do, but also I feel exceptionally bad for Gwen. Won't someone think of poor, horny Gwen?

Then Alex runs into Brady, who realizes neither of them really have a lot to do right now so he offers Alex the job that he wanted to give to Chloe. And Alex accepts, realizing that he needs to do something interesting soon or he'll end up being replaced by that exceptionally boring character that this same performer also plays. (Because look, he's a fine actor but he's not good enough to make me believe he's two different people who look and sound nearly identical and just dress a little differently.)

Then he returns home to his dad, his Auntie Maggie and his ABSOLUTELY FOR SURE STILL ALIVE UNCLE VICTOR, where he's offered his old job back. But he declines, because he's gotten a much better (worse) offer from Brady.

And honestly, as "dudes in therapy learning a little humility" arcs go, this was a pretty big moment for Alex! I'm proud of the beautiful idiot!

#Days of Our Lives #DOOL #soap opera #Peacock

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bluewinnerangel · 3 years ago

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Hii how are you? I was just wondering about the tweet in your header. What was the context? Like what did a fan say that made him send that reply?

Hi! I'll explain the context but also the context of why I have it as a header, because there's some SBB behavior going on here which drove me of a cliff as I saw it happening and I'm not gonna waste an opportunity to go off about it. Anyway the tweet:

He was replying to this:

Which yeah that person's totally reading into things and clowning, but the funny (and maybe intentional) thing is this was right after he exhibited some BEHAVIOR that I read into SO much. The reading into things tweet was part of a whole twitter spree, that started off like this:

Asks a question, then instead of engaging and replying to the responses he's poof gone for 40 minutes, k then, comes back to reply to "prince hair harry love bot" about pancakes:

And that's all fine and innocent were it not for these:

Look at the date and time on these. Look at the contents on these. Really just

Stay skeptical and all that but him tweeting not just exactly a decade after this tweet but the EXACT SAME MINUTE inviting a conversation and then just sitting on his ass for 40 minutes only to come back with a "[subject of the 10 year old tweet] ObViOuSlY"? You wanna call that a coincidence knowing what he's capable of be my guest but I'm just gonna go nah-ah. nuh nuh nuh. There are 2 giggling adult toddlers behind this proud they're still enjoying each others sausages for breakfast.

I said what I said.

What I would like to think happened here is these dorks having a lil anniversary celebration of that tweet. Yes that 2011 tweeting behavior was uh.. something (WE KNOW YA NASTY. YOU'VE TOLD US 28X369 TIMES PIPE IT DOWN), but it's not just any tweet, they had signed it "Miss you all! Louis & Harry x" which makes it the only tweet in history of tweets that's signed by them and only them too, so meant dirty or not (it was) it's definitely a special tweet that totally makes sense to me would be significant enough to them to honor or whatever this was to this extent and so they did. I totally think they are aware of the twitter uh 'confessions' they sent into orbit that are all turning or have turned a decade old this year and some are just a lil extra special like this one, plus there are plenty of indicators they really are doing stuff on certain dates related to something that happened on that day some years before as well.

So then on that fine jan 26th I imagine he scheduled a tweet with a content that's opening the floodgates for things to reply to and then waited to hit that sweet spot of "but he's just replying to a tweet, it's just a coincidence!" simple shrug off with an advanced-search reply-containing-"pancakes". It's the most RBBSBB twitterbehavior I've seen that fits them way way waaayyy too well and the fact that I'm spewing all this shit ^ the way I am is why I made it into a header.

Not to mention he really did say "you lot read into things too much" and then proceeded to do the loudest crap maybe ever only days after it on the 1 year anniversary of Walls with all the spotify backgrounds and how he went "im not waiting 40 mins again for the right tweet so that me dropping maybe tomorrow can look organic, this question about my album will do bubye".

He also replied to a fan mocking him after he started yet another thing to read into

Long story short:

(and the answer is yes.)

#i just got a whole bunch of new followers from that appreciation post #and oh god #the first thing i do is drop this shit #gayvinci code #oh god some of you are gonna yeet tf away from here arent you #hi <3 just enjoy the wilding <3 #sorry not sorry it just makes a little too much sense to me #and fits perfectly in the idea i have of them #which is that theyre the best kind of insane

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fivefeetfear · 3 years ago

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Fighter

Chp 4

Sorry about all the mistakes my guinea pig died so I didn’t reread it. Hope you guys like it though.

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“Ok this shit is getting a little too real for my liking, come on (N/N). You did what you came here for.” Blitz says. He had hop on the stage and got between me and Fizzarolli. He easily grabs my hand and began to guide me back to my dressing room.

“N/n?” Fizzarolli whispers to himself watching Blitz and I disappear behind the curtains.

……

“Oh Satan this going to be in the tabloids all around helllllll.” I whine as I sat in my dressing room. Blitz hums in agreement as he pours us each a glass of vodka.

“Yeah as much as I appreciate you defending my honor, now every shit stain in hell is going to know who you are. So that whole double life plan you had is shot to shit.” The red demon says as he offers me a glass. I quickly swallowed the liquor. The adrenaline rush of sort of confronting him in front of so many eyes was nerve wrecking to say the least.

“But I gotta admit. It felt great to see the stupid look in his eyes as he tried to piece together who I was. Do I really look that different?” I ask Blitz, he was putting on one of my lipsticks.

“From now to when we were kids? Oh fuck yeah. It’s like the puberty fairy fucking beat you with it’s dick.” I giggle as I lean my head on my hand.

“So how come you were able to recognize me that night then?” I ask, Blitz freezes from applying mascara to his eyes lashes. He heaves a sigh before settling back in his chair.

“I’ve actually been keeping tabs on you for…for a couple years now. Honestly for the last five years. Social media makes stalking very easy. I…I always knew where you work. I drove by every now and then but never had the balls to come in.” He’s been checking on me? Awe, thats kind of sweet.

“So what made you come in that night?” I ask softly as I scoot closer to him.

“Well after getting my ass handed to me by that fucking clown and Asmodeus a week ago it made me realize how much I fucked up all my relationships. So I decided to make amends with the one person that I hurt the most.” He admits. Blitz didn’t even look at me the whole time he talked. But I knew talking about his feelings made him feel very uncomfortable. I reach over and place my hands on his, he flinch under my touch but let it happen.

“B, I know this isn’t-

“Y/N!” A figure screams as they kick my dressing room door in. I whip my head around and see Fizzarolli. Fucking hell.

“What the fuck are you doing here?!” I shouted but he completely ignored me as he wraps his arms around Blitz and threw him out the room. Fizzarolli locks the door and turns back to me. Fuck.

“Holy shit, Y/N is it actually you?” He asks placing his hand on his hip.

“Yes.” I growl my tail swaying threatening ready to bite his head off. I stood up from my seat as I stare him down. The clown hums as he walks around me slowly. Observing me.

“Fucccckkkk~ Time has been good to ya, Hasn’t it?” He purrs as he gentle strokes my tail. I felt heat rush to my cheeks as I quickly snatch my appendage out of his grip. I bared my teeth at him as I growl.

“What do you want?” I hiss. Fizzarolli raise his hands in defeat as he chuckles.

“Cool it hot stuff. Just wanted to confirm it was you. Seeing that it is, I can’t seem to remember why I came in here.” He says his eyes still wondering over my figure.

“I can knock you around a few times to help jog your memory.” I threaten cracking my knuckles.

“Oh sounds like a good time to me toots~” he shoots back with a wink. Of course he still quick with the sex jokes.

“Fuck Fizzarolli.” I sigh exasperate by his behavior.

“Mhmm I do remember you saying that a lot louder.” My cheeks burn with color as I felt my heart skip. Does he ever shut up!?

“What do you want?” I whine covering my face from embarrassment. It’s so stupid how he easily he still gets to me! I heard him laughing at me as he settle down in a chair next to me.

“Fine fine, I’ll stop…for now. I’m here to let you know that Asmudos wants you to perform at his club at OZZIES.” The jester informs as he finishes Blitz shot. My eyes blown open as I sat back in my chair.

“Are you fucking serious? I always wanted to perform there.” I say trying to hide my excitement.

“Who doesn’t? It’s only the sexiest club in all the 7 rings! So are you in?” He asks leaning in as he wraps his arm around my shoulder.

“What’s the catch?” I question feeling something might not be right.

“No catch! Just do what you do, make money, drink and have fun. You even get to spend time with me, I don’t see a down side to this.” He brags raising his brows. I snarl at him pulling myself away from him.

“If I have to see your stupid face then hard pass.” I inform him leaning back in my seat. Fizzarolli rolls his eyes as he stood up in front of me using his arms to cage me in.

“Awe come are you still piss about what happen?” Did he seriously just ask me that fucking question. He’s got to fucking with me. In a blink of an eye I grip his stupid little neck cutting his air way. My eyes board into his eyes in a harsh stare. The clown gasps for air as he tried to pry my hand away from his neck.

“Ehh..I-I stand… corrected.” He gasp between words. I shove him back in his chair and tower over him. His eyes widen as he shrinks back.

“You put me through literal hell. You betrayed me! It’s taking every bone in my goddamn body to not choke the shit out of you, you scummy little fucker.” I growl out leering into his space. Fizzarolli swallows hard as he gazes up at me. Fear clouds his mind as he gazes up into my orbs, But the hood of his eyes fell a bit as his arms wrap themselves around my neck bringing me closer. He wore a stupid little grin on his face displaying his sharp teeth.

“That’s fucking hot doll~. Maybe I should take you up on your offer and have you give me a proper punishment.~” he coos while nuzzling his nose against my cheek. His hands stretches up and grips my hair at the base giving it a good tug. Tingles tickle my spine at the sensation. I fought the urge to moan as I clenched my teeth down. And of course he remembers my weak spot.

“I still see your a fucking bratty little bitch of a bottom.” I spat gripping his cheeks tightly in my hands. I did so knowingly he has a degrading kink. I heard him hum with delight as his hands traces my spinal column.

“And I still see your a fucking cunt of a top. Happy we didn’t change too much toots~.” With a growl I inch our faces closer.

“I’m nothing like I use to be, Ollie.~”

“Oh Satan, please show me mistress N/N.~” Fizzarolli begs as his hands cups my cheeks. My heart started racing at the name, I haven’t heard it in years. I didn’t know how much I missed it until now. I smirk down at the pathetic clown. My thumb trace his lower lip. I could tell by the way he was looking at me lips he is planning to plant a kiss. And I don’t think I would stop him either. The tension between was obviously still here and I couldnt fight it. He was pulling me in all over again. I thought I would be stronger than this, stronger than my desires but fuck this idiot knew how to get me going.

“What the FUCK is going on in here?!” Mines and Fizzarolli’s attention turn over to Blitz who enter the room through the vent? He really is something. I swiftly pull away from Fizzarolli as I look around in embarrassment that I was caught red handed.

“Get out.” I said to the jester. A large frown tugs at his lips as he whines.

“Awee and it was getting goooood. Thanks Blitzo, you always knew how to fuck up the fun.” Fizzarolli spat as he stood up from his seat.

“I’ll let The Big man know you said yes to his offer. See ya around Mistress~” and with that he disappeared from sight. Now it was just me and Blitz.

“I get yeeted away and the first thing that comes to mind is getting your pussy pop!”

“AH! Shut up! It was a moment of weakness, it won’t happen again!” I yell turning my back to him crossing my arms childishly.

“Well I fucking hope so, we do not need his whore ass back into our lives!” I groan as I took a swing for my bottle. He’s right, I don’t need that jack ass back. I don’t want him back. It won’t happen again.

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#helluva fizzarolli #fizzarolli reader #fizzarolli love story #fizzarolli x reader #fizzarolli #fizzarolli helluva boss #helluva boss #helluva boss story

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