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idkfitememate · 6 months ago

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Deer Bones and Golden Crowns Pt.1

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૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა Pairings : GN! “Normal” Reader x Vil (& others!!)

૮꒰ྀི��´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა W.K. : 5k

໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ Tags/CW&TW : Descriptive Gore, yandere-esk reader, bodily gore

໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note :(My sincerest apologies(/s), but this is a male reader! He/Him pronouns!! Anyone can read of course, but if I find any comments of a fetishized nature, your comment will be deleted and you will be promptly blocked! Thank you!!~)

Wendigo’s are spirits that claim body over the dead and force the risen corpse to eat the flesh of their brethren, turning others into flesh eating creatures such as themselves.

Changlings were many things, but the one thing they all had in common was that they were placed in the cradles of human children who were snatched away in the night by fairies. They had the innate ability to change their forms and appearances to become something they weren’t, to convince others they were that new form.

Now… what if these two creatures were to mate? A creature of infinite flesh and identities and one of never endearing hunger for flesh and a spirit of famine?

You would get the second in command of the young Schoenheit. Vil’s right hand man and assistant since birth.

(y/n).

He was of average height, average build, average hair color, average eye color, average everything.

Nothing about him stood out amongst the gorgeous crowd of those whom he would work with.

Though, he had an innate eye for beauty and details, even in the most of drab places. He had the ability to turn any old lump of coal into diamond. He could spot anyone and turn them into a star.

That’s why his parents worked out a deal with Vil’s.

(y/n) works with Vil to keep appearances and popularity stay shining, and Vil’s family will continue to house and tend to (y/n)’s.

Fair, yes?

Well it was, for some time anyway. Before Vil was whisked off in that Ebony Carriage guided by those horses of bone, off to Night Raven College, leaving (y/n) behind.

Leaving his friend behind.

At least, (y/n) would like to say they were friends, but he knew better. He was nothing more than another tool in Vil’s arsenal to keep him in the spotlight, but honestly? (y/n) couldn’t complain.

After years of being a glorified servant of the other, he grew an attachment to the blond/purple haired man. Seeing him everyday was apart of the fae boy’s daily routine and him being missing from it was already messing with him.

Even though Vil had only been taken shipped off around a day ago. But that wasn’t the biggest issue.

The biggest issue would have to be the fact that an Ebony Carriage had come for him a few nights before, and in a fit of rage he destroyed it.

Though he did more than just throw stones or bricks, he intended to send a message. YOU intended to send a message.

A message asking why the fuck they would dare try to separate you from your *kostbar schimmernder stern.

You broke the coffin in, shattering the glass surrounding it. You did torch the wood of the carriage, and completely destroyed the small mirror that rested on the top of that forsaken coffin.

You sent it on its way as a warning.

Only to come and regret that decision as you watched from the tree line as the carriage that now held the sleeping body of your friend rid off under the moonlight.

After his leaving, you barely left your room, only carrying out your job with… lesser clients via email or a messenger. Though if not in your room, you’d be in the forest, most likely with your parents.

Speaking of, all your life you kept your family heritage a secret. Whenever someone wanted to meet your parents - such as Vil’s parents - they’d speak through a servant or you. Not to say that they looked inhuman, in fact, they were like you in human forms. Both shockingly average.

But rather because neither, no matter how much practice they had, they could never get over their… urges.

Your mother was a very, very old wendigo, older than most fae really. You could hear her cries beyond the gates of the house, the signs of a successful hunt. Never was she not bloody, her hair drenched in the red, sticky substance and her teeth stained crimson. She carried the scent of death with her everywhere, and sometimes you could see her “fixing” her body, otherwise known as sewing her skin back together. She had made an effort to never allow you to see her “true” form, but that was for naught as very early on in your life you had seen her stalking back to the house, two dead bucks trapped in her maw as her bones and joints creaked with every movement.

Her bloodshot eyes meeting yours. Blood dripping off her skull and large, sharp antlers onto your dolls.

You personally could say the dolls looked better dressed in red.

And your father, ever the trickster he was. With a glance of the untrained eye, and he would seem entirely human. Though, by living with him you could both see and feel, deeply that something was wrong. How his joints would twitch and jut in odd ways, how his expressions were always just slightly off the mark. How he wouldn’t eat, wouldn’t drink. How he never slept or even breathed. If you pressed into his skin enough, you could feel a wooden texture beneath the flesh, and his eyes were dull, as if carved from stone.

His teeth twitched as though alive, and his throat would make the oddest noises, such as bark rubbing together or leaves rustling against each other. Sometimes you could find him staring into the forest, his eyes completely blacked out, his body changing and shifting. His arms too long and his legs too short. His hair both shaggy and sleek while long and short. Haunting noises scraping themselves from his throat.

And sometimes you could hear something respond.

After Vil left, you’d go hunting with your mom, seeing the love she put into every kill for you, as you began to eat with her. She forbade you from eating meals with her due to her diet, but seeing how upset you were, she made an exception.

The feeling of raw deer flesh on your tongue as you gnawed on bones to help clean your teeth, feeling blood run down your chin as you shoved your face into the neck of a fresh kill, your mother kneeled over in her true form, chuffing and licking at your back with love. The grime of dried blood and small hairs beneath your nails as you clawed deeper and deeper into the corpse.

You found a beauty in it.

The beauty of life and death; the circle of life, you supposed.

You’d do the same with your dad, him helping you with your magic output. Finding out that you had inherited your mothers instincts with your fathers innate ability to change. Not your signature spell, but a powerful magic nonetheless.

You spent your days inside or with your family as grief at the loss of your friend consumed you.

You regretted not going when you had the chance. You wanted and needed to find a way inside that damned school.

As you cuddled into the warmth of the pile your family had formed on a pile of blankets and pillows under a window that allowed sunlight to stream onto you, you began to form a plan.

Didn’t that designer work there? What was his name…

Divus Crewel?

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It hadn’t been hard really, to get in contact with the fashionista, but after a couple emails you finally got one back.

The school year had started by now, so designing for him was more of a pastime right now rather than a job. But that didn’t stop others from making requests. And no matter how punctual he was with his years of experience, there would always be something or someone to throw him off. Having someone to manage a schedule and otherwise would be a large help, and with your rather impressive portfolio, you knew he’d be bound to say yes.

And yes he did say.

You were scheduled to move to NRC in a few days, packing your belongings in a large suitcase. You heard the door open to your room but didn’t move from your packing instead letting your mother walk to you. You closed the suitcase in time the stopthe blood splatter from the large dead bear she dropped to touch your clothes. Finally looking up at her, she had a small smile on her patchwork face.

“Eat.”

That was all she said but you understood. Usually - with you anyway - the hunts were small with deer or bucks, the occasional fox, wolf or small bunny for a snack. But a bear, that was something worth celebrating. Not to say your mother couldn’t catch something larger, but it was the largest thing she caught for you.

It was a parting gift.

You knew that hunting would become a scarce activity and that’d you’d once more need to get acquainted with regular foods, so this was a very welcome gift, as after this it’d be nothing but cooked meats for you, unfortunately.

Your hands easily gripped the flesh through It’s fur, tearing a large chunk off its neck. You ran a hand through the thick coat before tugging, and with a swift pull, nearly all fur came off the chunk.

You brought the bare skin to your mouth, sinking razor sharp teeth into it. You could tell it was fresh, from the mass amounts of blood that spilled down your chin. The disgusting sounds of flesh being chewed could be heard throughout the home as your father walked in, in his hands a box.

You placed your bite down and rubbed your hands on your pants, turning to him. He stepped over, not minding the blood now on his shoes, and crouched dow, placing the box in your lap.

He ran and hand through your hair as you took in the box.

It was white with a large red bow, small black accents patterned across the top.

Gently untying the bow and lifting the top, a butchers set and a makeup set lay before you, in the center a small gemstone mixed with purple and red sat before you. Picking it up you realized what it was.

When practicing your magic, your parents would offer up an old wand or pen, as was customary. You had yet to do anything with your own life, in the sense that you had yet to fly the nest.

And here you were, making your first decision for yourself. One that would lead you away from here.

From them.

A magic gem.

You could feel the power dripping from inside it, pushing into your being and forcibly flowing through your veins. Looking at the knife and makeup brush sets you noted the small indents in parts of their bases. You gently placed the gem in the sharpener - it was the most normal looking compared to the others, looking like a metal wand - and waved it a bit, small sparkles emanating from its tip.

You stared at the duel sets, then gently set the sharpener down, before leaping up and hugging your father. Your mother quickly got up as well, wrapping her much longer arms around you and your father, none of you minding the blood staining your clothes.

Tomorrow was a new day.

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“Glad to see you made it in one piece.”

You stood before Divus Crewel, sciences teacher of Night Raven College and fashion designer. Together in the hall of mirrors, he motioned you forward and began to walk to another mirror, to what you only could assume were the teachers housing.

Dragging behind you were multiple bags, considering the contract you both came up with required you to be on campus the whole time you were employed during the school year, if only to keep you close. The black and white man apparently much more preferred face to face meetings over calls and e-mails.

Divus looked back at you. You had at least five large suitcases and a slew of smaller bags, but were carrying them with ease. By now you had both stepped through the mirror towards his current home and were simply walking the trail to the building, but you were keeping up with his brisk pace with no problem.

He’d be a fool to say he hadn’t heard of you. Just like all the models he worked with, your name was all over the high world of acolytes. You had clients in every circle, and not one of them was dissatisfied. One of the youngest in the business, at only eighteen, Divus would’ve expected you to be a bit ‘shaky on your legs’ so to speak, but you held yourself up high, no signs of stopping or of any fatigue.

Such an interesting boy you are…

“I meant to ask before, but what made you so eager to ask for this role?” Crewl was many things, but stupid wasn’t one of them. He knew Vil had just recently came to NRC, leaving you without your biggest star. So to reach out to Crewl just a few weeks later, he had a feeling he knew why you were here. But he wanted to see if you’d admit it.

“I had recently seen your work. And after… ‘loosing’ Vil, a lot of my work time has dropped. I needed to be busy again, after my few weeks of down time. I hope you understand, fashion is a bit out of my expertise, but I figured it’d be a fun new experience.”

Crewl opened the door to the rather large mansion-like building, guiding you down hall after hall, you immediately making note of every twist and turn as the salt and pepper haired man showed you to what you assumed would be your room for the rest of the school year.

“I see… well, these will be your living quarters till the end of our current contract. I will leave you to get situated for tonight and will show you around the school tomorrow. This weekend will be spent showing you around the rest of this building and fully ironing out your role and duties under me, understood?” You nodded.

“Good pup. Have a good night.” You stared at the back of his head as he walked out of the room and closed the door. You immediately looked around the room taking it in.

It was large, much larger than your own back home. High walls with near ceiling to floor length windows surrounded you, the walls painted in grays and black with hints of purples and golds.

A tribute to the Headmaster of this place, you assumed.

Your new Alaskan king sized canopy bed sat in a corner with sheets that matched to walls, the only other furniture being a desk with a chair, a nightstand, and a dresser. You sighed, knowing your pockets were about to be drained in order to personalize the room.

You walked over to a door, opening it to find the largest walk-in closet - next to Vil’s - you’d ever seen. The damn thing even had a couple levels.

Then you checked the bathroom, which had a glass shower with far too many buttons levers, a quite large and wide clawfoot bathtub, a large vanity with two sinks - why would you ever need two??? - and a towel closet that, again, was much to large for its intended purpose.

Though curiously, in the back of the towel closet, was a magic imbued safe. Quickly figuring out that it responded to a spell of the users choice, you choose a spell of Wendigo nature and unlocked it, walking back to the main room and taking out both sets of “wands” your father gave you. You removed the sharpener from the box and took the others back into the bathroom, quickly pushing them into the safe and locking it back up.

Now, it was time for a room makeover… or the best you could right now, anyway.

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The last of your clothes are placed into the closet and sighed. All unpacked, all that was left was actually giving the room a makeover, you were just stuck between actually putting in some elbow grease and doing it yourself, or just magicing - is that a word? - the room and being done with it.

As you pondered, you glanced out the window, noting the moon was starting to rise, sky dark and shining with stars. At that same moment, your stomach growled. You huffed and walked over to the window, staring out at the back of the building, noticing in a forest behind it. In fact, you now recalled that a forest surrounded the damn thing.

How… convenient.

You grabbed your wand and threw on a pair of boots and an over coat that was already painted a deep crimson, as well as a small satchel, and stalked out the door, humming quietly to yourself.

You snuck through halls, hypersensitive to any boards that seemed a little too loose for your liking. You leapt over railing and fell to the first floor, opening the front door silently and closing it behind you. Your nail grew into a point, and you entered it to the lock, locking the door back into place. Then, you took off into the night, rushing through trees.

You dropped to all fours and ran faster, taking in the night air.

You heard your limbs snap as your form changed, long and jagged antlers protruding from your head as the skin melted off your face. Your limbs lengthened and your legs became unguligrade, bones cracking and rebuilding themselves. Your awkward run became a strong gallop, your body thinning until your ribs pushed through your skin and spine protruding from your back.

You sniffed the air, taking in the scents of different animals that desperately ran from you already, your presence already disrupting the peace of the forest simply by being there.

… a little doe was nearby.

Your head snapped in her direction. Skin that was still rotting off you flying off from the sheer force of your head. You leaned low, head nearly touching the floor of the forest, stalking towards her direction.

Your breathing was shallow, antlers lightly scraping the branches above you. Slowly, the doe came into view, lightly munching away on grass and flowers in the moonlight. Tan fur flowed in the wind, ears twitching and nose sniffing.

She was beautiful.

When you came into the clearing, her head perked up immediately, looking at you. You huffed and stayed low, tail wagging behind you in wait. She stared for a moment longer before quietly diving back down into her meal. If you had lips, you would’ve smiled.

You continued to crawl forward, the doe no longer caring about your being there, caring only for the flowers she feasted on. You finally came to a point where she was only a few feet away, her scent searing into your nose, making your already shallow breathing harder.

You stalled, letting the wind brush through your fur, before you strike. And the moment came.

You leapt from the ground, jaw crunching around her neck before she could make a noise. Blood licked your nostrils, splattering across your form as the sickening snap of her neck resounded through the forest.

Without hesitation you marred her pure flesh with your tainted teeth. You tore through her skin to the meat, biting down on her shoulder. You shredded the muscle, chewing till bone then working your way down till nothing but the guts remained, to which you began to shift back.

Your body was still covered in the sticky blood. You made sure all your clothes shifted with you, counting the layers in your head. With a nod you whipped out your wand and whispered a spell, the remaining guts and bone bunching themselves together. With the small satchel in hand, you scooped up the remains and began the trek back to the house, moon hanging in the sky, the only witness to your brutality.

You went the way you came once entering the establishment, steps light and airy. You made it to your room in record time, waltzing into the bathroom and hiding your cloak and boots in the back, near the safe. You removed the pouch from a pocket and set on the sink as you washed up, a quick shower rising you of your sin. You and the pouch made your way into the bedroom and the pouch made its way into a small drawer in your nightstand, a chilling spell placed over it as you snuggled up in the side sheet, satin pajamas hugging your figure.

It was only a few hours you slept, rising when the suns rays had just barely touched the surface of the world. You rose with no hesitation, wide awake almost immediately. You rushed to the bathroom and began your morning ritual, having picked up some tips from Vil as the years went by. Face creams and masks, makeup of all types. You’d gotten so good that you knew you could rush with no restraint.

You had more than enough time before school started, hell, you knew you were most likely one of the only people awake. But it was for a purpose.

You needed to be on the good side of the teachers above all.

You may have only been employed with Crewl, but throughout your day, you mostly only be speaking and seeing the teachers. Rushing to your drawer - without changing. There was no need right now - you took out what was left of the doe. You slipped on some fuzzy slippers and rushed down the halls, again, missing all creaky floorboards and sniffing the air, following the smell of herbs and coffee in the mansion.

You made it to the kitchen without trouble, opening the pouch and feeling around in the pouch, removing the intestines.

Sausage was on the menu this morning. You hoped no one was a vegan.

It was easy to begin cooking. Vil loved your cooking. No one could do it right like you, he constantly said. Once more, you were fast and effective, starting the coffee maker. You also started some eggs and hash browns, biscuits and chopping fruit.

You multitasked, buttering the biscuits and flipping eggs, making both sunny side up - a personal favorite for you - and scrambled. As you took the hash browns out, you heard shuffling behind you, as well as the meowing of a cat.

… Can cats eat sausage?

You turned around and met the gaze of an older man with greying hair and a black cat around his shoulders.

Mozus Trein… and his cat, Lucius.

“I assume you are Crewl’s new assistant?” Short sweet and strait to the point. You simply nodded, taking the fresh made sausage out the pan and letting it cool off to the side. With a step, you took the cup you placed from under the coffee machine, turning back to him.

“Do you like anything in your coffee? Or do you prefer it black? Or, would you prefer anything else?” Lucius jumped off from the older man’s shoulders onto the island counter, him taking a seat and crossing his legs. You noted he was fully dressed for the day, despite it barely being six am.

“Milk and two sugars, thank you.” He hummed. The glanced away before turning back. “And would you mind grabbing the paper? We get it delivered, should be at the door by now.” You nodded and took off, not looking back.

Now that it was light out, you took your time to examine the halls a bit more thoroughly. Paintings lined the walls, each of different landscapes that painted the world of Twisted Wonderland.

The most prominent being - of course - the seven lands in which The Great Seven all hail from.

The Queendom of Roses, Sunset Savana, the Coral Sea, the Scalding Sands, Briar Valley, and others.

Each portrait was lifelike. Each snowflake glinting back at you and each thorn looking as though you’d cut yourself if you poked at it. You could see each individual grain of sand and scale on a fish. It was impressive.

Finally making it to the front once more, you were met with a man who was getting ready to head out. He had dreads and was wearing something akin to a suit, though a waiter’s apron was tired to his waist. You had come from behind, so hearing you he turned, and you also saw he had white paint streaked across his skin.

“Now, who may you be?” He asked, you staring becoming blatant. Your eyes didn’t move from analyzing him, grunting. After another moment of silence and the man seemingly starting to sweat, you hummed, moving to the front door and throwing it open. You quietly picked up the newspaper and turned back to him.

“Crewl’s new assistant, (Y/n).” Was all you said, though you kept staring. After another moment of silence, he seemed to note that you were waiting for him to introduce himself.

“Well then uh… names Sam. I run Mr. S’s Mystery Shop. Pop by if you’re in the need for anything..?” He drew off as he watched you walk away, back in the direction of the kitchen.

“What a weird kid…”

Your steps once more echoed in the halls as you re-entered the kitchen, seeing that Mozus had helped himself and served himself up a plate. Before you could announce yourself, however, a large hand clapped itself on your back, making you stumble forward.

Without a word, you fell face first onto the floor, newspaper still in hand.

Still, quiet silence followed.

“Uh… you okay, kid?” Your grunted, still lying on the floor. A hand, the same one you guessed, grabbed you by the scruff of your sleep shirt and yanked you upward, you still like a kitten. When you were dropped back onto your feet, you turned and found the PE teacher, Ashton Vargas.

You nodded at him before he could speak and wondered over to Mozus, who was watching the whole interaction with little care. You gently placed the newspaper in front of him and he thanked you with a nod, Lucius meowing at you.

You then faced Ashton, holding a hand out. He grasped it and squeezed - though you’re sure it was unintentional - and shook it with vigor.

“Sorry ‘bout that! Ashton Vargas, PE teacher here at Night Raven. You?” You nodded in kind.

“(Y/n), Crewl’s new assistant. Pleasure.” Your face remained blank through the interaction, gaze breaking for a moment only to look at the breakfast you’d prepared, then looking back at the rather built man.

“I’ve prepared a breakfast if you-“ “I’m good, thank you.” Your eyebrow raised in question and the man laughed, making Mozus groan.

“I already ate about… twelve-dozen eggs this morning during my pre-school work out!” Your eye twitched at the thought. Due to your biology, you could ingest raw egg no problem, but to eat twenty-four strait raw eggs just sounds… you couldn’t do it. So instead, you simply nodded and walked over to the food, grabbing a bit of everything before looking back at the two.

“Where is Mr. Crewl’s room?” Ashton blinked before nodding towards the door.

“Just down the hall, he’s closest to the kitchen actually. Shocked he ain’t out here yet honestly.” You nodded and made your way out of the kitchen, walking steadily down the hall, balancing the plate on one hand.

Walking down the hall, you kept an eye out for the correct door. You didn’t want to open a closet or anything. But suddenly, someone crashed into you. Crewel fell from the impact, your form still standing strong with the plate of food unmoving.

“Where were you?!? I’ve been searching for ten minutes now!! Come come, time is waisting and I still have to put you in uniform.” You tilted your head as Crewel stood back up, walked behind you and began to push you to what you could only assume was his room.

“Uniform?” You questioned. Crewel sighed, but smirked as well. “Yes uniform. A little something a threw into our contract at the very end. You don’t mind, do you?” You grunted. Should’ve seen something akin to this coming, you supposed, but you couldn’t loose this. You hadn’t even seen Vil yet.

“Fine.” “Good, now, come along.” And off you both went, to gain your new uniform.

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The uniform wasn’t too bad. A fluffy tailcoat - with coat tails, not real ones - that went to the backs of your knees, a vest that was the reverse of his in terms of color, black dress pants and black dress shoes. You looked nice, in your own opinion at least.

As you looked yourself over in the mirror, Crewel sat at his desk, munching away on the breakfast you made.

“This is pretty good...” He mumbled as he watched you twirl in the mirror, taking in every part of your new outfit. He hummed, placing his fork down and grabbing his teacher pointer and standing.

“Come on, let’s not waste anymore time. I’ll give you a quick rundown of some things I’ll need you to do at the school, but as I said, we will fully go over your duties during the weekend. Understood?” You nodded and walked out with him, patting your body and sighing when you felt your ‘wand’ in your picket.

And off you both went. Walking the trail towards the gate that would lead to NRC.

To your new life for the next couple of months, maybe even years.

Something inside you, your heart perhaps, beat rapidly at the thought of seeing Vil again, even if just for a class period. You were… excited?

Yes, excited.

It was time to begin. To get your Vil back.

໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note : Nah I gotta split this motherfucker up because what in the hell-

I’m so fucking tied but I wanna continue this but it’s already so fucking long- eh I’ll finish it later have this-

Love you guys <3

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mullermilkshake · 12 days ago

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Suguru is late for dinner.

MINORS DNI - Tags: Yakuza AU, references to Fem! Reader, graphic depictions of violence, blood, gore, organs, references to castration, gutting.

"Mr Geto, I can finish this. You're getting blood all over your clothes and you have dinner with your wife tonight."

The squelching of muscle and bone never bothered Suguru. Not the cutting of tendons or viscera along his serrated gold plated blade, or the pathetic cries once someone realised not to cross him and begged for their life to swear loyalty to the Geto family.

Why the hell would Suguru trust anyone who tired to steal from him, cause a disturbance in one of his clubs and they bare face lie to him after?

No. He could already hear you in his ear, telling him straight what he already knew. Never let someone take you for a fool twice.

"It's perfectly fine Miguel, she'll understand if I'm a little late."

You would. He realised pretty early on in the marriage that you pretty much had no issue with whatever he did, as long as he had a reason to follow it through.

By now, Suguru was wrist deep inside the mans torso, rummaging around in the chest cavity for one reason in particular. "Which one do you think this little group of Yakuza will appreciate more, Miguel?"

"Anything that's disrespectful."

"That's true," Suguru pulled out a clump of everything from the hole he had cut. "While the lungs are prominent, they're a little bulky... maybe the heart, but it's a little too predictable."

The man on the table once belonged to a small up and coming group of Yakuza men, they had come from a rural area to Shinjuku looking for real estate. Satoru had already dealt with the majority of them, Suguru was taking care of the stranglers to add insult to injury.

Miguel approached the table with a casual stance and leant against the wall. “His head would be good but then the shipping cost would be a pain,"

"Maybe I could cut off his cock and send that instead, it's disrespectful enough, right?" Suguru shook off his hands and glared down at the body on the table. "No. That's too good for him."

He glanced at the clock on the wall and tutted. "You took up way too much of my time, didn't you?"

The body never replied which was disrespectful enough. "Miguel, take this piece of shit and dump him somewhere they'll find him. Sending a body part somehow seems too formal for scum."

"Yes sir."

This whole operation wasn't for nothing, but when you realised that Suguru pretty much cut up a man for no reason, well, he'd have to make it up to you.

He was already late for dinner when his pager went. Cleaning himself off, Suguru checked it. "Shit..."

316... There was only one reason someone would page him that code.

"Sir?"

"Change of plans. Call my wife immediately and tell her we'll need to do dinner tomorrow. Sukuna needs me for a meeting, it's urgent. I'll make it up to her."

"She isn't going to be happy, is she?"

"No, but if you play your cards right, maybe she'll set some food aside for you, it's better someone eats, instead of it going to waste. Take her some flowers in the meantime once you've finished with our friend here."

Suguru watched Miguel grin and start moving the body, you would have gone to much trouble making dinner tonight and it was only right you still ate with someone, even if it wasn't Suguru.

He wiped off his hands, cursing to himself for the inopportune moment to pull an emergency meeting when Suguru had just been to clan headquarters earlier that day.

But, still was life and being a lieutenant called for this attention.

This better be good.

#jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jujutsu kaisen #yakuza au #geto suguru #jjk #geto x reader #jjk geto #geto #suguru geto #x reader #reader insert #geto jjk #jjk miguel

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crashlanding-skywalker · 2 months ago

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[Fox babysitting the 501st]

Kickback: How old do you think I am?

Striker: Kickback, age doesnt matter.

Striker: You can die at any time.

——————

Tag: I’m not an idiot, I just lack all common sense.

Tag: Like, I can build an entire flying ship with complex circuitry.

Tag: But you can bet that I’ll be doing the Tide Pod challenge.

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Ringo: Without ugly, there would be no beauty in this world.

Attie: Thank you for your sacrifice, Contrail.

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Nax: I know it's sad but death is a natural part of life and by the time I finish this sentence, a hundred people will have died in Lothal.

Matchstick, visibly distressed: WHY DID YOU STOP TALKING-

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Fox, playing with Ridge: Axe, where are you going?

Axe: To seek the company of the only one around here who's got any sense.

Ridge: And who's that?

Axe: Myself, Rid.

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Hil: You know, not every problem can be solved with a knife.

Echo: I know, that's why I always carry two.

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Jinx: Hi :).

The 501st:

Jinx: Everyone's bones are wet.

Fox: Why would you say that?

Jinx: Nobody was saying hi back :(.

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Fox: You're a loose cannon.

Echo: No, I'm not. Am i a cannon? probably yeah, but a loose cannon? Is that what you think of me, Fox?

Kix: I think you play by your own rules.

Jesse: No way, he thinks rules were made to be broken.

Fox: And those are all attributes of a loose cannon.

Echo: No, I'm just a reckless renegade.

Echo, pointing at Fives: He's the loose cannon.

Fives: *smashes a chair*

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Fox: Why can’t y'all just get along?

Vaughn: Because most of us are assholes, Commander.

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Echo, holding a knife: Imagine stabbing someone with this knife.

Kix: It would instantly cauterize the wound which means the person wouldn't bleed, so it's not very useful.

Fives: If you want information it is.

Attie: Why would you STAB a person when you can have TOAST?

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Echo: We should normalize not loving family members.

Dogma: You can just say “I hate my dumb fuck uncle” or whatever.

Dogma: Talk like a normal person.

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Kano: Remember what I told you.

Contrail: Don’t be a cunt.

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Attie: I think I should be allowed on ghost hunter tv shows.

Swoop: I think that would be dangerous for the ghosts.

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Hawk, to Dogma: ARE YOU

Jesse: Fucking.

Hawk: KIDDING ME?! YOU

Jesse: Fucking.

Hawk: IDIOT!

(silence)

Appo: What was that?

Jesse: Fox banned Hawk from swearing, so I’m helping him out.

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Swoop: I'm sorry. Please talk to me.

S. Fox:

Swoop: Hello? World's most amazing person?? Sweet pea? Precious cinnamon roll that's too good for this world, too pure?

S. Fox: 'Sorry' doesn't bring back my fucking froot loops.

—————— Tucker: "you should be at the club" Tucker: I can't go to the club, I'll be in there saying shit like "perchance" and "thrice"

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Boomer: I think I should be allowed on ghost hunter tv shows.

Swoop: I think that would be dangerous for the ghosts.

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Echo: Bet you can’t eat 15 crayons.

Fives: Bet you I can!

Fox sipping caff while checking to make sure Rex and Cody are still on speed dial, and goes back to reading the paper:

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Fox, entering the kitchen:

Fox, sees Hardcase: What are you doing?

Hardcase: Oh, I was just gonna light this chicken on fire to see if it turns into a phoenix.

Fox: It's 3 am...

Hardcase: *puppy eyes*

Fox, sighs: We can try it later

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Fox: Is anyone d-

Kix: Depressed?

Dogma: Drained?

Voca: Dumb?

Fives: Disliked?

Fox: -done with their work...

Fox, calling Rex: What is wrong with you kids...

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firemenenthusiast · 4 months ago

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the tag is so cute but lmk if this works cs the post is still up 💔

https://x.com/SexualLoverz/status/1778850070810542313

basicalky tho shes riding his face while hes cuffed n all, i can go into more detail if it doesnt work js lmk x

shout out to stacie for the request ! (and for waiting for a damn long time for me to write, im sorry 😭)

—“influence”

sub!kai x reader

summary: based on the link above (account got suspended btw), kai is a dumbass who is easily influenced by zac who’s NOT a good person 🤯

warnings: 18+, smut, p link, sub!kai, no actual penetration, face sitting, face riding, cunnilingus, name calling (bitch & slut) 😢, cumming in pants, restraints (m! receiving)

a/n: guess who’s back LMAOOO guys uni is no joke im getting my ass beat

hate’s maybe too strong of a word to describe your dislike towards zac but everything he does pisses you off. it’s like theres physically a bad bone in his body navigating him in making stupid and evil decisions. like telling kai to stop others from taking the blue, resulting in chaos on the ship since richard’s no longer here to keep things in line. he was also the one who thought it was a good idea to have a party, celebrating god knows what, eating and wasting every resources you guys had on the ship.

he was also the reason the ship’s data room got destroyed and everyone had to clean up after him. the ship’s up and running again now, thanks to christopher. but the reason you hate zac is because he’s such a bad influence to kai. you couldn’t blame kai for the things he’d done, he wouldn’t have done them if it wasn’t because zac told him to.

maybe he just felt like that was his calling, like he had a purpose on that ship, leading him to do everything zac told him to eventho they’re stupid. in reality he’s more than that, he’s actually really smart, and good with electricals. he’s also really nice to you, it’s just that he tends to do the stupid things zac tells him to do because he thinks he’s not good enough. he needs to feel like he’s important, which is why he never wanna leave your side. you make him feel special, and needed. between that and the lack of blue in his system, he had grown to be really clingy with you. and his needs, his certain needs, now washing over him like a big perpetual confusing wave

you hear his stalking steps behind, following you through the ominous hall connecting the working quarters to your dorms. he’s been after your back all day, and now he’s even sniffing the trail of scent you left behind. “you smell good” he starts, throwing his head back while dragging his hands down his face. he is getting ridiculous. now he’s sniffing you around like an animal ? “did you shampoo ?” he continues, making you halt your steps for a moment to take his dumb words in before continuing to walk. shaking your head in disbelief that you’re responding to his question, “they sent me the new ones to sample so yeah, earlier” you explain, telling him about the new shampoo they’ve formulated, experimenting with improved ingredients from the lab. “can you stop for a moment ? where are you going anyways ?” he hasten his steps behind you, pondering on how are you walking so fast. before you know it he manages to quickly grab your hand and intertwine his fingers with yours. now that you’re forced to stop, you turn and raise your chin to look at him, who’s grinning.

“i need to report back to them, kai”

“what ? like now ?”

“yes, now”

“they can wait”

moving the strand of hair out of your face, you sigh at him. looking up at him through your lashes, your face clearly unamused. “no kai, unlike you who clearly has nothing better to do they’re actually working and contributing to the ship” you squint your eyes as you say that, making him take a step back to scoff at you. if only he could channel this newfound energy or hormones on something else, he would’ve actually made a difference. like maybe fixing and updating your database thats turning obsolete from how ancient it is, or come out with a new security system. that would’ve made you drool over him, even reward with after a hard day of doing men’s job. instead, he’s been chasing you around the ship all day since yesterday, snooping up your ass, waiting as you do chores hoping to get in your pants. like you said, it’s the lack of blue

you gesture your hand around signalling that you’re done here if he doesn’t have anything else to say, too tired of him to even roll your eyes. he’s frustrated to say the least, confused with his own neediness, struggling to navigate the feelings. he could’ve just gone to any other girls on the ship, they’ll gladly let him into their dorms but he doesn’t want that, he doesn’t want them. what the both of you have is something sacred to him that he refuses to jeopardise. even so, you’re starting to give him blue balls, he’s wondering how can you be so composed, as you’ve also stopped taking the blue while he’s sweating and fidgeting. “go find something useful to do kai, leave me alone”. it’s not like you’re mad at him, but it hasn’t been long since the last time you gave in because of his pleas.

“why are you being such a bitch ? zac’s right, girls are fucking difficult” kai’s towering over you, letting go of your hands. he almost gave up when you start walking away before he continues his petty tantrum. “you act like you’re sooo important, always doing this and that, acting like you don’t want me” you’ve turned your heels away from him long ago, ignoring his silly words that are far from insults. you were about to block his voice out of your hearing before you hear him, “walk away all you want but we both know you were begging for my cock like a slut” you’re lucky the hallways empty or else anyone could’ve heard him easily. his last words flicked a switch inside your head, making you turn around to quickly stomp towards him. he can’t be serious.

he could’ve accepted and just walk away like a man but decided to act like a bitch instead, whining around that you wouldn’t let him get his dick wet. you reach over for his shirt, pulling him by fisting the fabric on his chest, your bodies almost colliding. you can feel his warm breath fanning over you as he falls quiet and his face drops. “you’re so fucked, kai” you say as you start dragging him by his shirt, walking across the hallway before taking a turn towards his dorm. he struggles to follow your steps with you pulling him forward, forcing him to bend a little. he almost trips over multiple times on the ship’s floor. as you stop in front of his dorm, you push him forward, he almost stumble over his feet. “unlock it” you order him, to which he quietly obeys, pressing his code into the lock display.

you push him inside quickly before locking the door behind you to avoid anyone noticing. after making sure it’s just the both of you, you step forward, making him step back before his heels hit the side of his bed in the small compound. he’s forced to sit as you settle between his legs, his head tilted upwards to look at you, too scared to look away. “im so tired of you running your mouth,” you begin, lifting your hand to cup his cheek, smoothing your thumb over his clear skin. he’s starting to regret the things he said to you, nervous anticipating what’s going to happen now that he’s pissed you off. “do you think you’re better than me ?” you ask him softly, waiting for his answer patiently as you can clearly see him keeping in his answer, his eyes trailing somewhere else. moving your fingers over his lips, you play with them, gently pulling at the bottom one. you smile at him.

“so you do think you’re better ?” before he could give you any response, you thrust your index and middle finger pass his lips, pushing down on his tongue. “you’re pretty, kai,” you say, as you thrust your fingers further. “but sometimes you can be such a bitch” your fingers are now slotted snug against his tongue, he struggles to keep himself from gagging as his eyes are becoming glossy, small tears pooling at the corners. he shuts his eyes for a moment before shaking his head, he tries to make out something but they’re mumbled because of your fingers. you coo at him before retracting them and cupping his cheek. he’s short of breath yet wastes no time, “m’sorry” you shake your head, giving him a look before firmly tapping his cheeks with your saliva covered fingers. traces of spit sticks onto his face as you push him down by his head, his hand grabbing at your wrist.

you quickly push your pants down with your free hand before quickly getting on top of him on the bed. he’s starting to smirk from seeing you sitting pant-less on him, thinking that you still gave in after all. he raises his hands to place them on your waist, before even starting to rub at your exposed thighs. you smile at him as you take his hands, guiding and placing them on your covered tits, earning a soft small moan from him. he’s happily kneading at the soft flesh as you reach over beside the bed, where there are drawers. you pull out one of them to fish out something before placing it over his hands, zip tying them together swiftly.

he was too caught up in the feeling, eyes closed and all to notice what you’re doing. he looks as if he’s panicking, trying to break the zip tie off but the friction’s hurting his wrists. “fuck- i said i was sorry ?” he lets out, his bent knees moving around and hitting the wall. you let out a sigh looking at him, as he returns a wide eyed look at you, hoping for you to take the zip tie off. “please baby ?” he tries again, before you move over him, your knees settling on each side of his head, your pussy hovering right above his face. “don’t baby me”.

you couldn’t be bothered to look at him as you run your hands through his tight curls, tugging slightly at the roots before settling all of your weight on his face, his mouth open to take your pussy. just as he flattens his tongue to lap up your juices he lets out a hummed moan, the vibration sending chills down your spine. you tighten your grab on his roots, making him hum, his tied hands behind you flailing around, tortured that he doesn’t get to feel you. one thing kai is if he’s not anything else is he’s a pussy eater, and he can so it for hours. he gets off from eating pussy, and does it like nobody’s business. but you’ve never sat on his face, though he’s begged you to before. you weren’t comfortable with the thought but you know this will shut him up.

he continues his laps against your pussy as his tongue licks at the sensitive nub, before gently sucking on it, making you whine loudly. you quickly snap out of the feeling to control your loudness, with the compound walls being thin as ever and people outside that might hear. kai doesn’t have to worry about his sounds as they’re all muffled by your pussy, so he’s moaning and whining against your folds each time his tastebud indulges your taste. his cock’s hard in his pants, begging to be let out and touched. so kai settles for the next best thing he could get right now, his tied hands cupping over his hard on and rubbing across the bulging length.

the friction of the fabric of his pants against his cock makes him feel good, he’s moaning as his hand rubs over his sensitive tip yet nothing compares to sinking inside your warm pussy. if you give him a chance right now he’s willing to kneel before you and beg for you to let him fuck, he’ll promise to do all the work while you just lay down and be a pillow princess. unfortunately his mouth is covered and pressed down against your pussy. not that he’s complaining, he gets to suck and lap the juices off your folds.

you’ve had enough of him having fun so you start grinding down, moving your hips back and forth, your pussy rubbing against his mouth and his nose. all you can see now is his eyes, glossy with long lashes staring back at you, his eyelid heavy from the pleasure. he’s moaning uncontrollably underneath you now that you’re grinding against his face, your clit nudging at his nose making you moan, your fingers tugging down at his roots. his hands are cupping his hard on, obvious bulge poking through his pants. his bent knees are flailing around from the pleasure, his hips bucking up into thin air, not quite enough to turn the restraint on his cock into pain. his waist hovers over the bed, as he speeds up his lapping against your folds. all while he’s tortured by the blood rushing to the tip of his cock, he’s overwhelmed by the sweet taste of your pussy and scent pushing down against his face. you let out a whine as you feel his lips sucking at your hole, slurping up the wetness leaking out with his tongue before fucking your hole with it.

he’s now fucking you with his tongue, sending you waves after waves of pleasure that’ll eventually come down sooner or later. “mnmgh, fu- so good kai” your praise fills him with more excitement to please you, as his slurping on your sex makes loud noises in the compound. “fuck, kai- you-you’re gonna be good after this ?” your question comes out staggered and whiny, the pleasure invading your words. he nods against your pussy, his nose nudging against your sensitive nub. “mmnhgh- oh my god, f- you’re gonna stop calling girls with that word ?” he nods rapidly, the repeated nudges of his nose making you twitch. the knot in your lower belly tightening as you pin his head down by his hair, before grinding harder against his face. you could feel his plump lips sucking on your clit. arching your back from the pleasure before looking down, you see his brown eyes already set on you, looking away just to watch your body move and writhe on top of him.

“oh my god- kai, fuck- gonna cum” you’re now borderline bouncing on his face, your hips twitching as you chase your high. he knows that you’re about to cum as he speeds up his tongue fucking into your hole. “gonna give you my cum” you hear him let out a muffled sound, as you’re busy chasing your orgasm. his hands are rubbing and squeezing down on his covered length, trying to calm the blood rushing that’s making him rock hard. you let out your final whine before moaning hard, your hips halting its movements against his face as your orgasm washes down, and you’re cumming on his mouth.

you begin to raise your hips to hover over his mouth as you immediately hear him moan, his tied hands tugging at the back of your shirt. “fuck!” curses flow out of his lips as soon as he gets to speak. his hips are bucking hard because of his twitching thighs. your breasts are heaving, trying to catch your breath and settle down. you turn your upper body to look behind you to notice the small beads of white seeping through his pants, and the bulge poking through it twitching around. your eyes go wide at the view of him cumming untouched in his pants before turning back to look at him who’s smiling at you, his eyelids droopy from being pussy drunk.

his smile is crooked and he’s seconds away from passing out. you cup your hands over your mouth for a moment before leaning down to gently kiss him, your fingers running slowly through his curls to massage his scalp. you reach again into the drawers to find a scissor, before turning behind to release his hands. he immediately reach up to wrap his arms around your waist, before you pull them away to slowly rub at his wrists. “mmhm” your gentle touch offers him some relief, making him hum in contentment. the traces of the zip tie leaving red marks as your fingers smooth over the skin.

you tsk at the obvious imprint of the restraint on his wrists, which are probably hurting like hell yet he’s too awestruck to complain. you’re still on top of him, sitting on his steady chest as he just lets you inspect his hands, too worn out to even do anything. “i love you” he mumbles out. you take his hands and place them together against your chest before leaning down again to kiss his lips. he gently returns the kiss before letting you kiss all up his cheeks, nose, eyes and forehead. “promise to be good, kai” his glossy eyes search into yours as his hands roam across your waist.

“maybe”

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grandlinedreams · 1 year ago

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Hello there! If I could make a request please. Femme reader joins the Heart Pirates while after running away from home. Her parents force fed her a devil fruit and abused her well before then. Law knows this, but didn't know which island she was from. Maybe the crew shores up on reader's home island and she doesn't realize it until they surface? It's readers turn to go on land and leave the ship for a bit and she runs into her family and all hell breaks loose. Law comes to her rescue maybe? Can be like a new relationship or maybe they've been flirting but nothing official yet?

You're writings are amazing! Thank you!

Hiya papaya!! I absolutely can, I have an oc i made for OP that's got a little bit of a similar backstory so i incorporated a little bit of that but I hope I can do this justice for you!!

[Heads up! PLEASE READ TAGS: established relationship, fem!reader, unhealthy family dynamic/mentions of abuse and abuse related injuries, healthy dose of angst, mention of anxiety/panic attack, hurt/comfort]

You don't want to be here.

Pressed to the railing of the Polar Tang's deck, you stare at the island that grows ever closer, jaw taut as the excitement you'd felt this morning completely drain from your system.

You'd been all for getting to be on solid ground, eager to explore a new place ㅡ only to realize that your destination is familiar. Too familiar.

You want to leave. You want to beg Law to find another island to make a supply run on ㅡ anywhere but here. But you know that will lead to questions, ones you don't want to answer.

"Excited to be on land?" Hakugan means well with his question, you know he does, but it still makes you tense.

"Something like that," you answer, hoping nobody noticed that your grip on the railing has bled your knuckles white with the force. Your heart hammers, blood icy in your veins. Maybe it won't be like before, you try telling yourself. Maybe it'll be different.

All you can do is desperately hope that you won't have to be here for long as you approach the island you once called home.

ㅡ

Something is wrong.

Law is far from an idiot or unobservant ㅡ though you try to hide it under your usual cheer, he's aware that your smile is forced, and you try to hide the way you flinch at every sudden noise, every unexpected movement.

"What's wrong." He phrases it more as a demand than a question, watching your expression shift to one of faux-confusion. "Don't try to lie to me," he presses. "You've been acting off since we left the ship."

Damn this man. Damn him for knowing you as he does as of late, afforded the soft vulnerability that comes with being in a relationship, even if new and tentative.

You waffle for a moment, still debating the pros and cons of trying to lie to him ㅡ but it's far from worth it when you know he'll be able to see through it.

"[Name]." The press of your name is intentional, and you last all of two seconds before the dam breaks.

"I'm from this island," you blurt, hate how disgusting it makes you feel to admit connection to this place. For all the idyllic scenery and cheerful townsfolk, you know better. The eyes averted at the bruises on your skin, the carefully deaf ears to the way you were talked to.

They knew, of course. How could they not? It was never like they made it a secret. Especially not after that ㅡ and they'd made it seem like it was your fault. How scandalous, a child eating a devil fruit ㅡ of course you deserved your punishment.

Law stares. You'd mentioned little pieces of your past, prompted by the mandatory physical required of all of his crew, the discovery of scars and bones with clear evidence of breaks long healed.

"You should have said something," Law says, hating the way you flinch, shrinking in on yourself. "We would have found a different island."

"I didn't want to cause problems." Your answer is mumbled, eyes averted. You listen to the approach of footsteps, the weight of a hand on your head.

"We'll make this quick, then get out of here."

You nod, some of the raw pit of anxiety soothed by both Law's touch and his words jefore you take a step forward. "I'll grab some of the dry store supplies we need, I know where to go."

A protest is on the tip of Law's tongue that no, you shouldn't have to go anywhere alone on this island ㅡ but he keeps quiet, abruptly understanding that you're trying to feel as normal as you can.

"Alright," he relents. "I'll grab the other few things. Meet back here, then we'll head back."

You nod. Though your skin still crawls at the very fact you're standing on ground you once did so long ago, you push it down in favor of focusing on the task at hand. The sooner the two of you finish, the better.

ㅡ

You're gathering the last of the supplies when things fall apart. Back to the door of the store, you don't see them walk in ㅡ but the voice that calls to you is horrifyingly familiar, cutting through the air like a knife to sink square into your back.

"Long time no see, [Name]."

You suppose you should have known the tentative peace you've found wouldn't last long enough. After all even with the anonymity the passage of time has afforded you, someone was bound to recognize you. You stiffen, fighting the urge to turn. Maybe if you pretend you don't know them, you can leave.

"Thank-you," you mumble as you're handed the brown paper bag, handing over money before you turn, aiming to walk past them as quickly as you can.

Cold fingers snag around your upper arm, yanking you to a halt. "Is that any way to treat a parent?"

Hot anger ignites in your stomach, indignation that they have the audacity to call themself a parent ㅡ but that flicker of righteous fury is snuffed out when you look up. They smirk, and suddenly you're a child again.

"You're to address me the way you should." Their grip tightens, and you fight not to wince at the protest of your arm beneath their grip. They'd broken this arm before ㅡ and it's clear they can do it again, if they so choose. "Am I clear?"

How many times have you imagined spitting in their face over the years? Fighting back the way you always wished you could, proving you're not a scared child anymore ㅡ only to be reduced to it again. You can't even call on your powers, rooted to the spot as their fingers undoubedly bruise your skin.

"I want an answer," they tell you sharply, and you wince as their nails bite into your flesh as well. "Now."

Bile rises in your throat, burning as your heart hammers with sheer panic, breathing shallow. You hate them. You don't want to go back to this, you were promised you'd never have to, and what good is a promise if it's broken?

Years of progress seems to vanish in an instant as your lips part. "Y—"

"Excuse me."

Nevermore have you been so grateful to hear Law's voice. It's cold, sharp with quiet fury — and when you glance over, Law is glaring at your parent. "Let go of her."

Your parent scoffs, and you fight not to drop the bag in your hold on the floor. "Why should I? She's my daughter—"

"Not anymore." Law's tone is flat and fierce, anger blazing in his eyes as he steps forward. He knows it's not a great idea, but he's not above liberating their hand from their body if they're not going to let go of you. "You don't deserve that title if this is how you treat your own child. Don't make me repeat myself." His eyes flash, the promise of a threat in his words. "Let go of her."

For a moment, you think that they won't. That they're going to make this escalate into something bigger than it needs to be, that you'll be stuck here again, unable to protect yourself ㅡ and then their grip eases just enough that you can wrench yourself free and move towards Law.

You know that they didn't let you go because of him, only to save face and not cause a scene ㅡ but you'll take it, even though you're tempted to turn and offer them a taste of their own medicine with your power.

But where would you be then? No better than them and something they'd always called you, even though they'd been the one to make you into it — a monster.

ㅡ

You're not sure how you get back to the Polar Tang. Whether you walk or Law uses his ability — you can't focus on anything but the lingering panic still thrumming in your veins, rising to a ringing crescendo in your ears.

They talked to you. They touched you.

Law finds you hunched over the bathroom sink, a rag in your grip as you scrub at your upper arm. "Off," you mumble as he approaches, "need to get them off of me."

You've scrubbed your skin red and raw, but it isn't enough ㅡ and you flinch when he curls his fingers around your wrist. "Stop," he says softly, keeps his voice low. "That's enough."

You're taut like a wire under his touch, frozen before you ease up, letting him coax the rag from your hand. You let him guide you from the bathroom to his room, coaxing you to sit on the bed.

"Breathe," Law instructs, hand against your back, rubbing gently. "In and out, slowly."

It takes several long minutes to match your breathing to Law's example, the abrupt sag of your shoulders as tension starts to bleed from your body. You're tired.

You don't protest as he coaxes you into laying down, the soft slip of blankets over you as exhaustion weighs your limbs down. "Law?"

"Hm?" Law hums, lets you reach for him on your own terms, tangle yourself into him before he settles an arm over you, fingers splayed against your back.

"I'm sorry."

Your apology makes Law tense. The last thing that you need to do is apologize — and it invokes leftover anger. Not at you, but at your past, what you'd endured before.

"Shh." Law kisses your forehead, lets his lips stay pressed to your skin as he speaks. "You have nothing to apologize for. Now sleep."

It doesn't take long for you fall asleep, and the peace of your face makes Law's chest ache. You deserve this kind of peace, this kind of safety.

And he plans to give it to you, for as long as he can.

#ㅡmine.#one piece scenario #one piece x reader #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader

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shippingmyworld · 3 months ago

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What are your headcanons on how Danny and Sam's relationship ended? I'm interested on how you see Danny's background because I really like how you write him! He's just so *devours him in the way an animal would eat meat and leaves a clean bone behind*

A wild animal devouring a corpse, to my writing? *sniffles* that's so kind of you to say =D

I kinda touched on how I think the Sam x Danny ship sunk a little bit in this ask here, but your ask got me thinking about it again. I've gone a bit more into detail below the cut (apologies for the word vomit because it's a lot lol)

There are a few factors that I think played into the ending of Sam and Danny's relationship, but I think the biggest part of it would be that Sam takes a step away from ghost hunting as time goes gone. I mentioned that I think Danny and Sam's relationship lasted like 4 months tops following the shows finale. That's because I think that big ghost activity died down following Phantom Planet. There's an unspoken truce that holds between the Ghost Zone and Amity Park for a while. Ghosts still cross over now and then to fulfill their desires and feed of human emotions, but the haunting stuff is mostly harmless now (i.e., Ember crashes a few open mic nights to play music, Lunch Lady breaks into restaurants right before opening to do kitchen prep work, Box Ghost rearranges the contents of warehouses overnight to his own liking). Since this stuff is all sort of juvenile annoyance now, Tucker and Sam don't really need to tag along to help Danny. In fact, most of the time that they do tag along, Danny just has to frown at the offending ghost and they'll begrudgingly fly themselves back to the Ghost Zone without a fight.

Now that ghost hunting is more or less 'boring' and require no effort from Tucker and Sam, they start focusing on their own things. I think that with Sam's personality, she wouldn't want to simply ride through life on her families wealth. She'd want to double down on her studies and get into a college that could help her get out and actually make a change in the world (I personally see her trying to get a double degree in Sustainably Sciences and Zoology or something so she can work with endangered animals and better their society for the environment). I think Tucker would be the type of person to try and capitalize on how fast technology and social media is growing and try and make his living that way. The show takes place vaguely between 2005 and 2009, when stuff like YouTube is in its infancy after all. I personally feel that with his personality (and vanity), he'd absolutely eat up the attention being an internet personality naturally comes with and would want to dedicate himself fully to cultivating it.

Inadvertently, cutting down on ghost hunting to focus on their own desires means that they're cutting also down on Danny time.

When Tucker turns down a ghost hunt with Danny the first time, it doesn't affect Danny that much. After all, their relationship hasn't changed. They're still best friends, and they've had years to get to know each other. When Sam however, turns down Danny the first time, it becomes a very big deal and strikes painfully in Danny's heart in a way he wasn't expecting. After all, their relationship as a couple is still new at this point. Being boyfriend and girlfriend is still uncharted waters. Danny expected some change, but Sam acting the same as normal makes him start to question if this is the kind of romantic relationship he wants.

Danny is over-protective (Jazz with Johnny 13, Sam with Gregor, Maddie with Vlad), which I believe is a sign that Danny is codependent to a slightly unhealthy degree. He wouldn't be aware of this facet of his personality at this point in time, simply because Tucker and/or Sam have always been at his side when it came to ghost hunting. But once Sam innocently sends him off to deal with the hunt on his own (she thinks nothing of it, just that she's really got to get home and study for this test next week), Danny's perception of Sam changes. He becomes hyperaware that she's her own human person, with her own dreams and ambitions that are different from his own.

It's not immediate, but the intrusive thoughts start to fester in the back of his mind. Sam can simply step away from ghost activity when she wants to. Hell, she could move out of Amity Park and away from this ghost hot spot (which she will probably do with her ambition of wanting to change the world). Danny however, can't. He'll literally always be aware of ghost activity, no matter where he is, because he himself is half-ghost. Doesn't that mean that Sam might chose to step away from him one day? If she wants to take a break from ghosts, then that means she wants a break from Danny, doesn't it? Danny doesn't voice these concerns though, letting them warp his thoughts and perceptions until it quickly becomes a 'fact' inside his head that Sam will leave him one day. He'll realize that he doesn't want Sam to walk out of his life because she's important to him, which only gives him more reason to not communicate these feelings because that will accelerate her departure.

However, that opens up a whole new can of worms because why is she someone that's just 'Important to him?' Doesn't he love her? Yes, absolutely, she's irreplaceable. But does that mean he loves her romantically, or platonically? Is she just a convenient replacement for the lingering affections he had for Valarie (yes but he won't admit it)? The longer he lets himself think about it and reflect on what he wants out of a romantic relationship, the more he will close himself off because he doesn't want to accidentally say the wrong thing and lose Sam.

Sam however, isn't as dense as Danny thinks she is. She quickly notices that something is bothering him. However, the first few times she tries broaching the subject, Danny shuts down. Sam will chose to drop the conversation immediately after the first rejection and wait for Danny to feel comfortable enough to share his feeling with her. However, this isn't what Danny wants. Danny wants someone that will call him on his bullshit, someone that will storm through the Ghost Zone if need be, someone as headstrong as he is that will pester him into opening up about what's bother him because that shows that they are actually concerned about his well-being.

(*Cough* Manny-no-tact-Rivera *Cough*)

It's not enough for someone to just physically be there with him. Danny's love language is seeing/hearing someone show concern for him, stuff like words of affirmation and choosing to actively engage and talk about both halves of his life. This is important to him, especially since I believe he's very self-conscious about the ghost half of his life. He doesn't show it, but all hatred the town and his parents showed towards ghosts in his early years deeply affected him; he wants someone to talk to about this half of his life because it will make him more comfortable with himself.

Since Sam believes the right thing to do is back down, this causes more strife their relationship. And what's terrible about it isn't because they don't like each other, it's simply because their perceptions of a healthy relationship are fundamentally different and they haven't been able to communicate this to each other. Danny believes that a good relationship is a partnership with both partners willingly engage and are involved in pretty much every aspect of each other's lives; whereas Sam believes that each person in the relationship should be independent to a large degree and respect the boundaries that their partner sets.

Incidentally, Danny subconsciously puts a pin this train of thought and references it later when questioning his own sexuality; when he's reflecting on it all later (once the dust from his and Sam's breakup settles) he realizes that the gender of the person he's with doesn't matter to him. What matters to him is everything above (I headcanon Danny as identifying as Demisexual and Biromantic).

As time goes on, Sam and Danny's relationship continues to sour. Just like how Danny's letting his emotions and intrusive thoughts fester, Sam is too. She's starting to get upset that Danny's not sharing whatever is bothering him with her. Does that mean he doesn't trust her enough to be vulnerable and honest with her? Again, neither person is communicating this with each other, and they start to not enjoy each other's company.

Then, the whole thing comes to a head during a trio game night. Tucker, Sam, and Danny are playing an online co-op. Sam and Danny can't seem to get it together, resulting in Tucker going 1v3 against the enemy team. When Tucker asks why their coordination sucks, Sam's annoyance with losing the game will make her remark about how Danny needs to communicate more when something is bothering him (referring to the fact he's getting spawn camped, but also their relationship). Danny shots back a remark about how she needs to be more aware of when something is happening to her team and stop focusing solely on her own task (the spawn camper and their relationship again). The passive-aggressive remarks escalate until it becomes a full blown shouting match and eventually they end up saying they both think they should break up mid-match.

Meanwhile poor Tucker is just sitting there listening to them argue on headset like:

I already mentioned in the other ask that Danny and Sam would eventually reconcile, talk, and remain friends (thanks to Tucker getting annoyed at them) so I won't retype all that here. Instead, I'm going to throw in that I think following the break-up, Danny would lean much heavier into his friendship with Tucker.

I think Danny would ugly cry in Tucker's arms following his breakup with Sam, believing that he's forever lost someone important that's been in his life since second grade (and as a high school teenager barely 15 years old at this point, that's pretty much his entire life). He basically lets everything he was holding back from Sam spill to Tucker in the most dramatic version emotional sobbing. Tucker's gotta verbally reassure him that he's not going to walk out of Danny's life, even if he becomes some techno billionaire one day. This does actually help Danny calm down and start to think rationally again, instead of emotionally.

In fact, this sob session is what start Tucker on the path to wanting to make his friends reconcile again because he knows that the whole situation came about from poor communication. When he does get Sam and Danny to talk it out, it ends up being one of those really deep conversation you have at slumber parties at like 3am when no one can sleep. They end up talking about the future they all want, what they all value in their lives, and basically reaffirming their friendship with each other. Sam and Danny agree that what they want out of a romantic relationship with someone is fundamentally different, so they should just be friends instead. They also agree they both have some unhealthy habits, and that they will call each other on them should they ever see the other person fall into them again.

Tucker meanwhile says this will make great content for his channel, and Sam and Danny both instantly turn on Tucker and says they'll sue if he uploads anything about them.

#yllwtoast #honestly i just need to write a fic at this point lmao #i have so many headcanons for danny phantom that are post-canon related #and el tigre for that matter lmao but that should be a given since we have less el tigre content and that show is the goat of my childhood #tigerghost #kinda snuck that in there but i will not apologize for my brainrot lmao #danny phantom #ask #nicktoons

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LA!Buggy the Clown x Fem!Reader Enchanted meeting Part 2

Clown fuckers of the world unite!

Part 1

Chapter 2 my loves! I forgot to mention this in my last post but please comment your thoughts! I want to see what you all found humorous and what you’d like to see more of. If there are any tags I missed feel free to comment on them! :3 <3 Btw, the reader almost kisses the clown. ON WITH THE SHOW!

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“I can’t fucking believe you convinced us to do this.”

Zoro was being a drama mama in the corner of the massive tent you built. Who knew that a 120-berry tent would come in handy? After a little bit of sweet talking you managed to convince some of the entertainers to sell you a tent the Russian circus could be proud of.

Everyone was able to fit inside and even used the piles of salvageable goods for makeshift walls. Zoro had gotten ready in a black fitted vest and some casual grey slacks. You were applying some smoky black eyeliner and purple eye shadow with a light hand. “Sanji finally got Usopp to stop crying. I don’t think it’s healthy for him to be here right now. I mean he finally put down that piece of wood.” This ship was more than a vessel, it was your home. Where Sanji cooked meals, and everyone took their place beside each other.

“Yeah, well, it would boost morale. Let’s try to put on a brave face for the others tonight." Your offer of reason just made him sigh, "Fine. But then back to reality." You roll your eyes and shoot him a smile. You knew Zoro was just being a butthead. Exiting your “room” together allowed you to bump into Robin and Chopper. “Looking cuter than usual, papa.” Chopper basked in the compliments and gave you a twirl. He found a big red bowtie and some matching blue shorts.

Robin was wearing a royal blue jacket that resembled a ringmaster's coat. She offered a warm but tired smile. “Where’s Usopp?” “Right here my sweets!~” Sanji emerged with a red-eyed Pinocchio. Sanji was dressed in simple black and blue attire while Usopp managed to find something of a forest green. You yourself decided on a vampy look. A black dress with red mesh for sleeves and a pair of deep red chunky heels. Who gives a shit about practically when you look sexy?

Luffy emerged scratching his rear with Nami swatting his hand away. He was in his usual chances but was convinced to put on a normal T-shirt with a star design. Nami looked like a magician's assistant with a similar smoky black vest and plum skirt combo that complimented her figure nicely. Brooks looked as though he was auditioning for the part of a lion with how voluminous his fro was looking.

You nodded at each other and he spoke, “I’d say we clean up rather nicely for having just been shipwrecked.” It was good to see him returning to his elegant self. “Of course, we can’t just parade around as is. So.. I brought masks!” You gleamed while holding up a shopping bag. A mix of groans and snickering.

Everyone took a mask that hid their face completely or partly. To be fair, it would be easy to spot the Straw Hat crew even without the literal skeleton following around. Seeing the sun begin to dip you all decided to get going before night. On the way everyone soon fell into pleasant conversation while following you and Zoro.

“Okay, first we eat! Then, we can play games.” Luffy cheered while running to the outdoor food court. Zoro (finally smiling) rolled his eyes and chuckled,” I’ll go with him and make sure he doesn’t eat the stall itself.” Robin took Chopper to the bounce house while Sanji’s interest was captured by a woman in a red leotard. Usopp was looking around some of the merchant stalls and you were happy to trail behind Brooks as he began to try his bones at ring toss.

The night was a serene affair with warm, salty air, and a gentle breeze that stirred the surrounding foliage. Sitting on a bench overlooking the vast expanse of the ocean, you felt a sense of happiness and contentment. As you looked around, you noticed that the darkness of the area was a bit creepy, but the beauty of the surroundings made up for it. Your friends had survived a shipwreck and were now enjoying the town's festival, but you had no idea what it was about.

Looking over the crowd, you saw many people, including children, wearing masks of all shapes and sizes. As the newest member of the group, you didn't even have a wanted poster yet. Since you always hid your face, there was no point in wearing a mask, right?

Just as you were about to remove your sweaty mask, you heard deep chuckling, sounds of thunder, and children screaming. The mixture of sounds was strange and unnerving, and you felt a sense of curiosity rising within you. Turning away from the ocean, you followed the sounds and found yourself making your way towards the fun house.

Children began to pour through the back doors of the fun house as you did your best not to bump into anyone. Coincidentally, Brooks and Usopp had the same idea. “AHH Y/N DON’T DO THAT!” Usopp shrieked, jumping into Brooks' bony arms and immediately falling. The surrounding children found this amusing. “It’s not MY fault if you’re so jumpy.” You dusted off your heels and looked around. Things seem to be calmer now but something about the house seemed…. Off.

Brooks seemed to sense your discomfort. “Maybe the lady would prefer if we left this area? We could still catch up to the captain and grab some tea before the show.” You shook your head, ”Nah, I’ll be okay. Let’s go in together though. There’s something strange about this house.”

Taking one last look at the outside the three of you stumble into the “fun” house. ‘Fun house my ass,’ you thought while trying to regain your footing. As your eyes adjusted to the darkness you realized it was indeed an old house. However, it was decorated more to the liking of some 1860s vampires. There was the faint smell of mothballs.

“This looks more like a horror house,” Usopp quipped and began touching the walls. Brooks was silent looking at a skeletal dummy in the corner. You placed a hand on his scapula,” Yeah buddy, try not to think about it too much.” Slowly you all made your way into a corridor that split into different hallways. “Do we split or stay together?” You wondered out loud.

“Ya don’t get a choice, sweetheart.” A gruff voice answered.

Suddenly the floor gave out from under your doormat, “Y/N!!” the unusual duo screamed with hands outstretched. You slide under the floor, barely missing their fingertips. A metal slide was delivering you somewhere but there could only be a basement under the house, right? Seeing a neon light at the end of the circular tunnel you stopped yourself before falling out completely. You placed a hand out to feel some surface before slipping and dropping onto a concrete floor.

“Fuck,” this was harder than the sandy landing you were blessed with earlier. After regaining your breathing and sitting up your eye finally adjusted and noticed that the neon light was actually multiple lights. Surrounding you was a maze of silly mirrors that distorted your image completely. “No wonder those kids got out. But NOOO I just had to bring Scooby and the gang in here!” You rubbed your sore ass before dusting off. Thankfully, your heels weren’t broken and you didn’t feel any bumps on your head.

But, getting outta this one was going to take some skill. You notice that the wood surface you felt was another trapdoor that spits you out. However, it was already closed, and no telling when it would open again. Your only option would be to try the maze and do your best. Sighing you pulled out a little tube of red lipstick from your cleavage. Better to Hansel and Gretel your way out than be lost the whole night. That was if you made it out at all. ‘Don’t be ridiculous. The staff has to do a sweep and my friends wouldn’t leave without me anyway.’

The thoughts you offered yourself held comfort. But you’d be lying if you didn’t feel scared. Particularly, it felt as if someone was watching you. Looking around the room and doing a little head shake you strolled up to one of the mirrors and fixed yourself before uncapping the deep red lipstick and touching up your lips.

However, your gaze wandered and you could see something watching you from behind another mirror. “Ah!” you turned around suddenly with your back against the cold glass. Nothing, of course, was there. Simply a figure of your imagination.

But, you knew something was there. And you began to mark each mirror with an angry red slash. Looking over your shoulder gave you little security.

Wait….

Great, now you were hearing things. Because you could’ve sworn you heard a faint,” Yo ho,” and the sound of men's boots following you. “I need to get the fuck outta here.” Step, step, step, step, silence. What was the voice you heard before you fell? It was too deep to be Usopp but also not mature enough to be Brooks. Maybe someone over a monitor was watching you guys? Finally, with mercy, you reached a door that led to a staircase. Taking small quiet steps you held your breath and felt relief when you heard no sounds behind you.

Just as you were about to reach the door it was flung open and strong cold hands grabbed you. “Y/N!!!” You felt a familiar long nose and afro in your face crushing you into a tight hug. Your sweet goofballs have found you! Returning the hug with much vigor you breathed a sigh of relief. “Now don’t you ever disappear through the floor again!” Brooks scolded, waving his arms widely. You let out a soft giggle and he couldn’t help but let the anger melt away. “I can’t promise anything. But what happened to you guys?” Usopp began to spin a wild tale about fighting off monsters and being the one to locate you. “There is Pinocchio ass goes again,” mumbled Brooks rolling his sockets. You could see why those kids were scared. But something deep down inside told you that it wasn’t because of the mirrors. “Let’s get outta here already. I’m sure the others are looking for us.”

The trio made their way to the food court where Luffy was arguing the advertised size of a Jumbo Philly cheesesteak hotdog with an embarrassed Nami and Zoro patting his stomach. Robin was enjoying some warm tea in a travel mug and Chopper had gotten you a big soft pretzel. “Nice job papas,” you mused and rubbed his head affectionately. Sanji strolled up (having just been banned from the kissing booth) and handed Nami a cake plushie. “Something sweet for someone sweet~” She rolled her eyes but accepted the plush peace offering. You tried to shake off the past events but could see Brooks whispering to Luffy and Zoro.

They looked at each other and continued to talk in hushed whispers.

Looking around you realized the booths seemed to be… Deserted. There was no life in them anymore. “I think it’s time for the show. Let’s get going.” Zoro took the lead and everyone gathered their goods. He bumped his hip with yours slightly and you looked up from your pretzel. The green bean haired male raised a single eyebrow at you and you shrugged looking ahead. It’s not like you actually got trapped down there. It was just.. nothing. “It was nothing,” your explanation is accepted, for now, as the Green giant hummed in response. You decided to hang back a little and joined hands with Robin and Nami. Chopper got to ride on Usopp's shoulders for the sake of time.

Arriving at the big top you all paid 4 bounty a ticket. It was a little dark when you first stepped in. Looking around you decided to take hold of Zoro's arm for a little help walking. Luffy whipped out a wad of cotton candy and you traded half your pretzel for it. A hum of excited children and families surrounded you all as everyone took their seats in the middle of the stands.

Suddenly, the spotlight came on and a huge puff of smoke developed inside the ring. Whipping your eyes, you found yourself staring at all the performers. You even saw the lion from earlier! Searching for the man that gave you the flier your eyes tried capturing everyone from the sea of entertainers. Acrobats, jugglers, contortionists, and… a single clown?

His eyes were closed but he stood in the center of all the chaos. Around you, children and parents lost their minds cheering, clapping, and waving to all the performers.

Finally, the clown opened his eyes. He wore a ringmaster's coat, nothing like Robins, and sported a blood-orange pirate hat. Two blue ‘ribbons’ (you guessed) hung from either side of his hat. The boots he wore didn’t look like performance shoes either. And the makeup he wore didn’t look like a typical clown. He had painted his mouth into a permanent blood-red smile. And then you noticed his nose. It looked as though he tapped a rather large orange to his face.

Wait. Did you just see the nostrils twitch as he breathed?

“Huh, that’s pretty strange-” “BINKY?!” Luffy shouted prompting Nami to immediately slap her hand over his loud mouth. “SHHHH!” she hissed into his ear. But she herself looked slightly worried.

The clown man immediately seemed to shift his focus on the group ahead of him. Zoro was now sitting tensely and at attention. “Psst, whose Binky?” you whispered. “Tell you later. Right now, we all need to leave this circus.” Your brow furrowed. Leave? Over a pirate clown?

“There’s no way we could get up without him seeing us,” said Usopp, putting a hand on your shoulder. You could tell his energy was off. “I knew I remembered that voice from somewhere.” Luffy’s smile deepened into a frown. Everyone was acting so fucking weird. You were about to voice your concerns when a familiar voice cut you off-

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, children of all ages, thank you, truly. It will be my personal pleasure to entertain you all this evening.~”

The clown had now stepped closer to your group. Zoro tugged your sleave but you couldn't help take your eyes off the flashy clown before you.

“Oh…”

You caught yourself about to speak but quickly bit your lips together. Not to be dramatic, but his eyes were a really fucking pretty shade of green. The blue tones around his eyes complimented them so well. You didn’t hear much of what he said, only noticing when he waved his hands at the other performers who either disappeared or got into place.

Zoro couldn’t help but spare you a glance. “Y/n, are you seriously checking out the clown?!” He grunted through closed teeth. Quickly, you shook your head no and looked around that stadium. Luffy was still frowning. Nami was holding onto his arm and you could see Robin pull Chopper into her lap with Sanji putting a protective face on. “Damn, clown,” was all you heard from the seats next to you.

Placing your hand over Usopps, you try to offer him some comfort by running your thumb over his hand. The first act was a simple trapeze act with the performers mixing it up at the end by juggling and riding a unicycle out. Then there was the lion and sheep man but the routine wasn’t comedic. However, you couldn’t stop sweeping over the crowd looking for that green-eyed clown.

And from the looks of things he had no problem finding you.

“Mmm,” you let go of your ruby lips to see him transfixed on your face, head tilted. Almost like he was studying you. You quickly looked away from the act and touched your cheek. Wait, Fuck. You must have dropped your mask in the funhouse when you fell. Looking out the corner of your side, you could still see him staring at you curiously. You decided to close your eyes and try to land back on earth.

‘Everything is going to be okay. I’m safe right here and Zoro will tell me what happened when we get back to the ship.’ The reasoning was stopped when you heard loud screams.

“OH MY GOD!”

A mother (presumably) had cried out along with many other children.

Opening your eyes, you saw the clown's body standing perfectly still as the lion’s face made a puffy expression.

“HE ATE HIS HEAD! HE ATE HIS HEAD!”

Regrettably, you couldn’t stop the, “Oh Shit!” that came out of your mouth causing you to gain a few harsh glares from the parents around. Unconsciously rising to your feet, you leaned in closer to see the damage done. “Where’s his blood?” A few children began to cry a disembodied voice could be heard from the lion.

The sheepman ran over, opened the lion's jaws, and the clown's body walked over and plopped his head back on like nothing happened. The stands fell silent once more before more cheering and screams EXPLODED from the people around you.

“Y/n sit down.”

Oops, forgot you were still standing.

The clown seemed to be drinking in all the attention and flashed an admittedly sexy smile. He raised his arms over his head and a hush fell over the people. “Thank you all for your attention. Now for this next act, I need a volunteer please.” If you weren’t interested before you sure were now, even if you didn’t raise your hand. Zoro, clearly annoyed began to tug at your hand, “Y/n sit-”

“Would the young lady with the cherry red lips please step forward?”

You were blinded once more by the other spotlight as you held your hands up to protect your vision. The light dimmed a bit and you could see everyone, staring at you expectantly, excluding your crew mates.

They were busy staring at the clown in front of you with an outstretched hand. Taking his cue, he shot you a wink and urged you forward. If only your feet would cooperate.

“Don’t be shy now. I don’t bite~” he teased while flashing his teeth. You’d be lying if you said that didn’t do something for you. Not to mention there was this little heartbeat down there that started-

“Aww, maybe she’s shy. Everyone! Let’s give this young lady a round of applause!”

He raised his arms once again and began to clap along with everyone. A single gloved hand shot out towards you urging you to take its hold. Softly pressing your smaller hand into it you were then gently tugged forward towards the ring.

However, you couldn’t feel your legs and as you stepped forward your heels betrayed you again, leading you to tumble down the stands into the arms of the clown before you with your lips-”

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And that wraps up chapter two, my loves!!

Part 3 Here!

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ryn-loves-cheese · 1 year ago

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my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction · 1 year ago

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Dark Necessities [Part 3]

Steven Grant/Marc Spector/Jake Lockley X F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged?•Dark Necessities Masterlist

Summary: “I,” Marc swallowed, just about managing to pull his lips away from yours. He cupped your face with his right hand, pressing ever so gently as he ran his thumb over your cheek. “I’m sorry, it’s Marc, I didn’t- I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have.”

Marc manages to get you both passage over the Caspian Sea in a fishing trawler.

A/N: I am so sorry this has taken me so long. Me writing this: I’m not going to write Marc subby, I’m not going to write Marc subby, I’m not going to.

I wrote him subby.

Warnings: blow jobs, fingering, p in v sex, typos, swearing, please let me know if I’ve missed a warning

Word Count: 2901

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The journey so far had been difficult. Time-consuming in the vague fragments of clues Khonshu would give, leaving the majority, if not all the work to Jake and Marc and their contacts.

As frustration festered along your spine you began to seriously entertain the idea of eating the moon god. Would he taste brittle and dry like the old bones he inhabited? Or sweeter, greater, like some forbidden ambrosia?

He was obviously playing some kind of game here, one that you were simply a pawn of.

A blessing, however, was the gentle ease that seemed to be growing between Jake, Marc, and Steven. Their communication had continued to stay effortless, with Jake no longer forced to listen and scream without the other two hearing.

The ship Marc had managed to secure your passage on was a factory fishing trawler. You were staying with it across the Caspian Sea to Kazakhstan.

Nearly all of the cabins were taken up by staff who either maintained the ship, fished, or canned - or most who did a combination of the three.

Which is why you both were crammed into a tiny cabin on the ship, a room so small you weren’t sure how it was meant to fit one person, let alone two.

It had an odd layout, a fractionally larger than hospital sized bed bolted to the wall bunk bed style, with a single metal ladder leading up to it. Underneath was a metal toilet and sink with an old folding door contraption that you still hadn’t managed to work out.

It was a good job that none of you had brought a lot of luggage.

You had squeezed into the small bed with Jake around 11pm, thankful for the metal guards on the open side of the bed that would stop anyone falling the second someone turned over. Jake had still insisted that you take the side closest to the wall, refusing to even entertain the idea of you getting hurt.

“Jake, you know I can turn into a massive wolf thing, right?” You said as you settled into the bed.

“Massive wolf things still get injured.” He mumbled, his eyes already closed.

You laughed softly.

There was a pause before Jake spoke again, “Steven says it’s not just a wolf.”

You laughed louder as you lay down next to him.

“How is Steven?”

“Talking when we should be sleeping.”

You lean a little closer. “Hi, Steven.”

Jake opens one eye at you, mock glaring. “It’s time to sleep.”

“If Steven wants to talk,” you giggle, “then I think-”

Jake leaned up quickly, pressing his lips to yours and lightly holding your cheek. He kissed you deeply for a moment before pulling back and urging you to lay down on your side. “Time for sleep.”

He snuggles close, wrapping his arms around you, his chest to your back.

“You’re very demanding Jake Lockley.” You tease, unable to keep your smile out of your voice.

“Good.” He paused for a moment. “Do you know how many times I used to have to front just so that Steven or Marc wouldn’t run our body into the ground? Left up to them we’d collapse from exhaustion.”

“Oh, I see, so when you want to talk, it’s fine,” you teased. “But when I do,” you let out a little yelp as Jake moved his hand to tickle you.

“Shh, let’s sleep.”

You tutted, but it was in jest. “Bossy.”

“Someone needs to be.” He whispered, this time you could hear the smile in his voice.

You shifted a little and then settled, an odd lightness in your chest. The pull of Set’s Hunger far from your mind.

Unsurprisingly at some point in the night, you had managed to get tangled up in each other.

You had turned to face him, his head buried in your neck while your thigh rested between his legs.

It wasn’t quite clear who had partially awoken first, whether it was you shifting and coincidentally brushing your thigh against his semi-hard cock that caused him to moan and mouth at your neck or vice versa.

But whoever started it didn’t matter.

You let out a shuddered breath as he sucks a love bite into your skin, his fingers digging into your waist at the sound and dragging you closer. Eroding the tiny slither of space between you and pressing your leg more firmly against his length.

He moans again, the sound shifting the sleep from your eyes. And you can’t help but thread your fingers through his hair and pull lightly, yanking his lips away from your skin so that you can press your mouth to his.

He whines as you lick into his mouth, eagerly accepting your tongue and happily moving onto his back when you press against his shoulder.

Hunger spikes, low and deep in your stomach and throat. Electrifying through your veins as it burned like acid into every cell. You wanted him, you needed him.

The small space is awkward, making it impossible for you to fully sit up. But you still climb on top of him, pressing your needy core against his length and grinding down. You swallow his little moans and sighs of content as you rock, his chest firmly against yours as he runs his hands down your ribs. The tips of his fingers sneaking under your top.

The little gasp of pleasure you let out brings Marc to his senses. A sharp sting of panic momentarily ringing out louder than his arousal. It didn’t stop him from kissing you back, however.

Shitshitshitshit-

You okay? Marc’s seeming panic raising their heartbeat to near-catastrophic levels had been more than enough to wake Jake.

I-

I don’t mind, you know. Not if they’re okay with it.

So-

Just ask. There was a smile in Jake’s voice before he purposefully faded back, making sure that Marc could feel him leave.

“I,” Marc swallowed, just about managing to pull his lips away from yours. He cupped your face with his right hand, pressing ever so gently as he ran his thumb over your cheek. “I’m sorry, it’s Marc, I didn’t- I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have.”

The ‘I’ had been enough to tip you off that it wasn’t Jake who was fronting. The pause before he spoke again, the accent, how his face twisted under his own emotions.

“I, Jake said it was okay, that he didn’t mind if you didn’t, but I thought I should-”

“Jake doesn’t mind?” You ask, just about managing to contain yourself. Set’s form wiggles under your skin, drawing its claws along your bones. The snap of its teeth rumbled deep in your chest. Needed him, needed him, needed him.

Marc shook his head, misunderstanding your bluntness for annoyance. “He didn’t mea-”

You kiss him again, deep and desperate as you nip softly on his lower lip. And Marc just melts into you.

Straight away his hands go back to your waist, inching upwards and under your top. You break the kiss only to help him pull it off you, your lips quickly going back to his.

He groans again, bucking upwards against you when he runs his hands over your breasts, pinching at your nipples and smiling as you squirm above him.

His dick rubs against you deliciously, the fiction of your clothing suddenly too much for you to bear.

You pull yourself away from him, enjoying the little whine of protest that escapes his throat at the loss and quickly shuffle down towards the end of the bed.

With little ceremony, you bite softly at his hip before hooking your fingers under his pyjama bottoms and pulling them down his legs. In your haste, you just notice the small patch of wetness on the clothing as precome soaks into the fabric.

His cock springs free, forcefully slapping against his lower stomach. And you don’t wait, can’t wait. You don’t even bother to finish pulling his trousers down before your mouth is on him. Kissing and licking all over the length of him before sucking his tip into your mouth with a satisfied moan.

He tastes so good, rich and salty and you take him deeper and deeper. The weight of him on your tongue easing that burn along your veins, that desperate need.

You press your left hand against his hip, your fingernails just on the edge of digging in too much, as you relax your throat and try to take him as deeply as you can.

Marc lets out a sob, one hand grabbing hold of yours, squeezing it until you squeeze back, the other fisting in his own hair as he bucks and moans out praises.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, thank you, I just-ah, oh god, that feels so good, taking me so well, fuckfuckfuck, please just, I,” the rest of his words are drowned out by gasps and groans.

All those pretty little sounds he made sent sparks of excitement along your spine, the sensation rushing straight to your core.

You pulled your mouth off him slowly, dragging your lips to the very tip and letting go with an obscene pop, before running the flat of your tongue up his cock. You traced the outline of a large vein before swirling around his head and lapping at his slit.

Marc gasped, his stomach muscles clenching at the sight of you alone. He arched upwards, eagerly following your mouth and sighing in gratitude as you took him deeply yet again. Pleasure was drumming deep in his lower stomach causing the muscles in his thighs to twitch and jump.

He squirmed a little, trying to free his legs from the twisted up confines of his pyjamas, but your body and the combined angle kept him trapped so he could only pull and wriggle in a vain attempt. There was a deep down part of him that liked it.

Liked being held at your mercy, wanted you to just take, and take, and take until there was nothing of him left.

He choked out your name. You were nearly so lost in the moment that you didn’t hear him, but the string of “wait, wait, wait,” that fell out of his mouth hit you clearly.

Quickly you pulled away from him, his hand still squeezing yours.

You breathed deeply, anxiety beginning to bubble along your skin. “You okay?”

Marc nodded, forcing his head back on the pillow, eyes closed and the droplets of tears in his lashes. “Really okay, I just,” he took a large breath, “I didn’t want to… you know.” He leans up and gives you a small smile.

You can’t help but grin back. Straightforward, quick thinking Marc didn’t want to say the word. “What?” You ask innocently, though your smile betrays your intentions as anything but. “You don’t want to finish? Orgasm?” You inch higher up his body until you can take his face in your hands, your lips inches from his. “Cum?”

He bites his lip and nods, his eyes dream like and glazed over. “Not yet.” He whispers.

You kiss him softly, slowly, dragging your lips over his and just dipping the tip of your tongue into his mouth, only sliding inside when he moans frustratedly and presses his hands against your lower back.

His cock skims against your thigh and he shivers at the feeling, the drag of your pyjamas over his sensitive skin.

You break the kiss briefly to pull off his top before you go back to kissing him, revelling in the warmth of his skin against yours.

He runs his left hand up your side, taking hold of your breast and groaning as he touches the soft skin before rolling your nipple between his fingers.

With a heady glee, he drinks down your moans of pleasure, repeating the action until you writhe against him and run your hand through his hair, pulling lightly.

He hums against your lips, savouring the sensation as he pressed his forefinger against your clothed pussy. You jump a little, arching towards him as he rubs little circles around your clit.

“Can I?” He mutters, kissing down your jaw and to your neck.

You nod, barely finishing the movement before Marc slips his fingers under your waistband and glides through your folds. He groans deeply against your neck at the feel of your click coating his fingers before pushing two fingers inside and curling them slowly.

You gasp loudly, arching into his touch. It’s too much, not enough as he presses into you and strokes gently.

“Marc,” you growl against him, his sweet careful movements driving you to insanity.

The next movements are a blur. You force his hand away from you, pushing him back to laying flat, and kick off your trousers before climbing on top of him and straddling his waist.

Your chests are flush, pressed close at this angle, as you reach down and move his dick against your core.

He lets out a little gasp of surprise that turns into a groan as you start to sink down, pressing his head into the pillows and exposing his neck.

“Please, I need to feel you,” you murmur, unsure if you’ll be able to stop yourself if he denies you.

Marc nods rapidly, hands on your hips and pulling you back, down onto him. He swears loudly as he fills you, moaning as your tight, wet heat completely envelopes him.

His moans only get louder as you start to move.

The angle is difficult in the cramped space, not enough room to bounce so you roll your hips against him, rising up and down lightly. Swirling them in a figure of eight.

You barely manage two rotations before Marc plants his feet, changing the position of where you meet slightly as he presses his lower back into the mattress and pushes down on your hips.

And it’s perfect.

You cry out, grabbing hold of his shoulders and writhing against him as he keeps dragging the head of his cock over and over that devastating spot inside. Stroking you carefully as he moves within you, echoing the maddening gentleness of his fingers from before.

You moan his name, pulling his hair and rolling with his movements as every deep stroke builds you higher and higher.

He bites his lip, hard. Groaning, and cursing and whimpering out little choked breaths of, “please, please, please,” with every lungful of air. He’s so painfully close, but he needs you to feel good, craves it more than breathing.

A fresh wave of wetness leaks out of you, sticking your thighs to his, and with a gasp somehow he slips in impossibly deeper. Grinding against you relentlessly, your orgasm builds dizzyingly fast. So close you can taste its sweetness.

You want to warn him, tell him how good he’s making you feel, but the air catches in your lungs and the words won’t come.

Your nails dig into his shoulders, the bed creaking relentlessly with the force of your thrusts.

The urge to bite overwhelms you and you sink your teeth into his neck. Hard. But not enough to break the skin.

Marc sobs out a cry of pleasure, his eyes fluttering closed as his back arches off the bed and you cum against him as he hits unthinkingly deep. Pleasure shakes along your every nerve as he keeps grinding, keeps hitting that same spot and you moan against his skin desperately as you keep cuming, as he relentlessly fucks you through your orgasm and into his own.

He cums deep, your pussy clenching around him as he pulses and thrusts. Pushing his release further into you.

It takes you both a good few minutes to recover, simply breathing heavily and holding each other tight.

It’s Marc who moves first, nuzzling into you and kissing your forehead. His arms wrapped tightly around you, your combined sweat sticking you to each other.

You press a kiss to his shoulder. “Sorry,” your voice is weak, tired. “You’re probably warm.” Part of you is unsure why that is seemingly your first concern.

Marc smiles. “I’m okay. Jake told us that your body temperature’s a bit higher because of Set.”

You chuckle lightly.

The Hunger had faded back to nothing. Blissful calmness.

“At least we don’t have far to go to clean up.” Marc looked down at you, a large, dopey love sick grin on his face. A look you are very much mirroring with your own expression.

“That’s true… Probably gonna make a mess getting off you though.”

Marc laughs. “Good.” He kisses you lightly, soft and sweet. “I don’t mean to get all, sorry, I mean, if you want this just to be a one time thing, I don’t min-”

“I would prefer it not to be.” You answer a little too quickly.

But Marc’s smile just widens. “Me too.” He hugs you tighter, relaxing into your embrace.

For a moment you both just stay like that, his hands on your back as you run your fingers over his chest and shoulder.

That’s when you catch sight of the bite you’d left on his neck.

Marc feels you grimace. “What is it?”

“I, erm,” you trace the outline and he shivers. “Left a bit of a mark there.”

He chuckles. “Good, maybe you can bite me harder next time.”

“Yeah?”

He hums a yes. “And in more places.

“Oh, I can definitely do that.”

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deanwinchesterswitch-events · 6 months ago

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FriendSHIP Challenge

May 1 through December 31, 2024

Through fandom, I have come to know so many wonderful people and, in turn, have made a few fantastic friends. In honor of those fabulous individuals, I am hosting a challenge about FriendSHIPS.

Create mood boards/aesthetics, fanfic, fanart, edits, and fanvids celebrating characters' friendships within a fandom, add your best friend or yourself as an OC in a story, or create a piece with characters from different fandoms you think would make great friends. Love isn’t just about romance and sex. Join the fun and share the love of friends and the soul of friendship.

Below are the fandoms you can create for. The list includes some of my favorites, along with a few of my friends’ favorites. The use of a prompt is not required, but a few have been added below the cut for inspiration.

Rules/Guidelines/FAQs

Tag for the challenge: #dwfriendship24 and mention @deanwinchesterswitch-events in the post.

No sign-up is required. The challenge runs from May 1 through December 31, 2024.

All creations should be friendship-themed.

No romantic ships or smut.

No implied romantic relationships or smut.

No friends with benefits.

Crossovers and OCs are welcome.

No RPF (there are so many fandoms, and my knowledge is minimal for a few of the actors).

Everything has to be your own work! Works created with AI will not be reblogged.

If a work created with AI is inadvertently reblogged, it will subsequently be removed from the events blog and the master list.

Feel free to send me an ASK or DM me if you have questions.

All tagged (#dwfriendship24) creations will be added to a Master List.

Use warnings if they are needed!

There is no word limit, but if the text is more than 500 words, please use the read-more link.

Fandoms

Big Sky

Daisy Jones & the Six

DCU/DCEU

Doctor Who

Leverage/Leverage Redemption

MCU

Shadow and Bone

Sherlock

Sons of Anarchy

Supernatural/The Winchesters

The Boys TV

The Librarians

The Vampire Diaries

The Walking Dead

Top Gun/Top Gun: Maverick

Prompts for inspiration (use is optional)

They cultivated a secret language between them over the years that no one else understands

"Just don't laugh." "I/We would never!”

B loves baking but can't eat everything they make before it spoils, so they regularly feed A with the extra.

“I seriously don't know how you came this far in life.”

Share a love of the same music

Argue over musical choices

"I can't even describe how important you are to me. You've changed my life. I wouldn't be the same without you.”

“I think I’d follow you into hell just to see what you’d do.”

“Everyone said we’d never be friends, but look at us now.”

A falling out/Argument

Being a good wingperson

Being a bad wingperson

Museum visit

Cooking together

Hurt/Comfort

Rekindling a friendship

A is a horrible friend, but B won’t give up on them

Drunk conversation(s)

Road trip/Vacation together

"You can't eat that. It has peanuts in it. Here, I got you something else."

They're not each other's favorite person but still appreciate each other's presence.

"Stop screaming at me! I never asked to be involved in all this."

A: So ...you set it on fire? B: Yes, and you let yours die. A: I see why we're friends.

“Who’s your new friend?” “I dunno. I found him/her/them bleeding on the street. He/She/They wasn’t/weren’t really in a position to refuse my friendship.”

“I’m aware of who I am when I say this, but your friendship is weird.”

“You are my best friend, and unfortunately, there is very little that you, I, or anyone else can do about it.”

Why are they friends

Fake friends

A brush with death

“You already are a handful. Together, you guys are insufferable.”

Long distance friendship

"Don't you dare to blame this on me! I wasn't the one who suggested it."

Getting a tattoo together

As always, I hope you have fun!

#dwfriendship24 #creative challenge #writing challenge #all about friends #multi fandom

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Beskar and Bone

Chapter 7: The Reckoning

Summary: A lone bounty hunter must make his way through the galaxy as he cares for two children with mysterious powers.

Chapter summary: An old contact asks for help

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, injury, Greef Karga being shady, the Client being creepy (If I miss a tag LMK)

@thecoffeelorian

Updates on Fridays. If you want to be tagged LMK

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The kids were sleeping while Mando piloted the Crest. The Child snored lightly, but Elaine was silent, save for the soft sound of her breathing. Mando figured they could use the rest. After all, it was only a few hours earlier that they were running around the hull wildly.

That was something Mando had never thought he'd see; two children playing together in his ship, children he was tasked with protecting and had gotten attached to.

Attached. Another thing Mando had never thought would happen.

A soft trilling sound brought Mando out of his thoughts and Elaine out of her sleep.

"Wahisit?" She muttered rubbing her eyes. Mando looked and saw it was a transmission, from Greef Karga.

"My friend," it played. "If you are receiving this transmission, that means you are alive. You might be surprised to hear this, but I am alive too. I guess we can call it even. A lot has happened since we last saw each other. The man who hired you is still here, and his ranks of ex-Imperial guards have grown.

"They have imposed despotic rule over my city, which has impeded the livelihood of the Guild. We consider him an enemy, but we cannot get close enough to take him out. If you would consider one last commission, I will very much make it worth your while. You have been successful so far in staving off their hunters, but they will not stop until they have their prizes.

"So, here is my proposition: Return to Nevarro. Bring the children as bait. I will arrange an exchange, and provide loyal Guild members as protection. Once we get near the Client, you kill him, and we both get what we want. If you succeed, you keep the children and I will have your name cleared with the Guild, for a man of honor should not be forced to live in exile. I await your arrival with optimism."

The transmission ended and Elaine looked over at Mando. "Are we going back to Nevarro?"

Mando sighed. He knew Karga was right, the Client would stop at nothing to take the kids from him. "We won't go alone. We'll get Cara and the Ugnaught."

Elaine perked up at the idea of seeing Cara again. She grinned excitedly, and Mando realized that was the first he'd seen her smile. He smiled under his helmet, and hoped he could give the kids a life they deserved.

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Mando, Elaine, and the Child walked into the inn on Sorgan where they first met Cara. They found the ex-shock trooper battling a large alien. When she won, they waked over.

"Looking for some work?" Mando asked.

Cara looked at him. "Let me buy the kids something to eat," Cara knew that Mando wouldn't except her offer for a drink, he wouldn't say no to the kids.

When they sat down, Elaine and the Child ate their soup as Mando explained their situation to Cara. "It's seems like a straightforward operation. They're providing the plan and the firepower. I'm the snare."

Cara raised her eyebrows. "With the kids?"

Mando nodded. "That's why I'm coming to you."

Cara bit her lip. "I don't know. I've been advised to lay low. If anybody runs my chain code, I'll rot in a cell for the rest of my life."

"I thought you were a good guy," Elaine said curiously.

Cara smiled softly at the girl. "I am, but the people in charge don't think so. If I so much as book passage on a ship registered to the New Republic, I'm–"

"I have a ship," Mando interrupted. "I can bring you there and back with a handsome reward. You can live free of worry."

Cara picked up her drink. "I'm already free of worry, and I'm not in the mood to play soldier anymore. Especially fighting some local warlord."

So that's what she thought. Mando decided to tell her the truth. "He's not some local warlord. He's Imperial."

Cara didn't break eye contact. "I'm in."

Elaine smiled and the Child cooed happily. Mando had his backup.

~~~~

On the Razor Crest, Mando and Cara were in the hull checking the blasters, while Elaine and the Child where in the cockpit.

"They alright up there alone?" Cara asked. She didn't know how well behaved the kids were.

Mando looked at one of his blasters. "Yeah. Pick one."

Cara picked up a blaster and felt it in her hand. "You trust the contact?"

"Not particularly. He and I had a run-in last time I was there on some Guild business."

"So then why are we going?"

Mando sighed. "I don't have a choice. You saw what happened on Sorgan. They'll keep sending hunters. The kids will never be safe until the Imp is dead."

Cara frowned. "And you're okay with bringing them back there?" She could tell Mando cared about the kids, but they were in a terrible position.

"Not really," Mando admitted. "That's why I'm bringing you."

Suddenly, an alarm blared and the Crest lurched. A short yell was heard from the cockpit. It was Elaine. Mando and Cara rushed up the ladder in the chaos and found the Child grabbing a lever and Elaine in the corner trying to hold on.

Mando grabbed the Child and looked down at him. He giggled, causing Mando to sigh before turning to Elaine. "What happened?"

Elaine picked herself up. "I fell asleep and he grabbed the controls."

Mando gritted his teeth. He couldn't get mad at Elaine, she was just a kid and was no doubt extremely tired. He looked at Cara who glaced at the Child. "We need someone to watch that thing. You got anyone you can trust?"

~~~

Mando landed the Razor Crest not far from the Ugnaught's farm, and the owner came out to greet them, inviting them into his home.

"They haven't grown much," The Ugnaught remarked seeing Elaine and the Child.

Mando looked down at them, his eyes settling on the Child. "I think it might be a Strand-Cast. But, I'm not so sure about her."

The Ugnaught shook his head. "I don't think it was engineered. I've worked in the gene farms. This one looks evolved. Too ugly. She looks like she could be a Devaronian, except the females are hornless," He turned to Cara. "This one, on the other hand, looks like she was farmed in the Cytocaves of Nora."

Whether Cara was offended or not, they couldn't tell. Perhaps she took it as a compliment that the Ugnaught thought her muscles were engineered.

"This is Cara Dune," Mando intoduced. "She was a shock trooper."

"You were a Dropper?" The Ugnaught asked.

Cara nodded. "Did you serve?"

The Ugnaught shook his head. "On the other side, I'm afraid. But I'm proud to say that I paid out my clan's debt, and now I serve no one but myself."

Cara wasn't pleased to hear that, but she kept her mouth shut. Mando heard metallic footfalls enter the room, and drew his blaster when he saw an all to familiar droid. Elaine took the Child and ran behind Mando as the IG spoke.

"Would anyone care for some tea?" All blasters reminded trained on it.

"Please lower your blasters," the Ugnaught said. "He will not harm you."

"That thing is programmed to kill the children," Mando spat, his weapon ready.

"Not anymore," The Ugnaught explained. "It was left behind in the wake of your destruction. I found if laying were it fell. Devoid of all life. I recovered the flotsam and staked it as my own in accordance with the Charter of the New Republic. Little remained of it's neural harness. Reconstruction was quite difficult...but not impossible. It had to learn everything from scratch. This is something that cannot be taught in the twist of a spanner. It requires patience and repetition. I spent day after day reinforcing it's development with patience and affirmation. It developed a personality as it's experiences grew."

Mando cared nothing for the Ugnaught's trials with the IG. "Is it still a hunter?"

The Ugnaught shook his head. "No. But it will protect."

All eyes turned to the droid, who once again held out his tray. "Tea?"

Letting out a sigh, Mando gestured for the Ugnaught to walk outside with him. He didn't want Elaine to know that he needed the Ugnaught to care for her and the Child. Why, he didn't want her know? Mando didn't even know himself.

"I've run into some problems," The armor clad man said.

"The Ugnaught nodded. "I figured as much. Why else would you return?"

"I wanna hire you for your services."

"I'm retired from service."

"I can pay you handsomely, Ugnaught," Mando offered. He had a few credits from a successful job not too long ago, and he wanted to put them to good use. The Ugnaught turned and looked up at him.

"I have a name. It is Kuiil."

Fair enough. "I need someone to protect the little ones, Kuiil," Mando hoped he didn't sound as desperate as he felt. "I'm not suited for such work."

"I can reprogram IG-11 for nursing and protocol," Kuiil offered.

"No," Mando replied shortly. "I don't want that droid anywhere near them."

"Why're you so distrustful of droids?" Kuiil asked.

Mando didn't want to get into his home being destroyed at the beginning of the Clone Wars, but he remained honest. "It tried to kill them."

Kuiil shrugged. "It was programmed to do so. Droids are not good or bad. They are neutral reflections of those who imprint them."

Mando scoffed. "I've seen otherwise."

Kuiil looked at him. "Do you trust me?"

Mando weighed the decision in his mind. "From what I can tell, yes."

"Then you will trust my work," Kuiil ordered. "IG-11 will join me. And we do it not for payment, but to protect the children from Imperial slavery. None will be free until the old ways are gone forever."

"Okay," Despite his worries about the droid, Mando figured Kuiil was being responsible.

"And the blurrgs will join me as well."

"The blurrgs?"

"I have spoken," Kuiil walked back inside, and Mando followed to get the kids.

~~~~~

The blurrgs made their temporary home in the cargo hold of the Razor Crest. The only thing separating them from the people was a metal divider. Kuiil was tending to his beasts as Mando and Cara struck up an arm wrestling contest while Elaine and the Child watched.

"I got you, Mando," Cara grunted.

"Care to double the bet?" Mando asked teasingly, but Elaine could hear the strain in his voice. Cara was winning. Elaine watched eagerly, not noticeing the Child raise his tiny hand.

Suddenly, Cara began to choke. Mando looked between her and the Child a few times before registering what was happening. When he did, he moved quickly to the Child and picked him up, ceasing the choking.

"No! No, no! Stop! We're friends, we're friends. Cara is my friend!" The bounty hunter explained to the Child.

Cara massaged her throat. "That is not okay!"

Kuiil came over and looked at the situation. "Hmm. Very curious."

Cara looked at him incredulously. "Curious? It almost killed me!"

Ignoring the shocked veteran, Kuiil turned to Mando. "The story you told me of the Mudhorn now makes more sense."

Thinking the Ugnaught knew that the Child was, he asked, "What is it?"

"What is is I don't know," Kuiil admitted. "But what it does, this...This I've heard rumors of."

"What? When you worked for the Empire?" Cara spat. She was very upset with almost being killed by a small child.

Kuiil turned to her. "When I was sold to the Empire, in indentured servitude."

"Yet somehow, you walk free."

Elaine had never seen anyone so close to losing their temper, not since Mando fired his flamethrower at the Jawas. Kuiil was close to fuming. "I bought my freedom through the skill of my hands with the labor of three of your human lifetimes. Do not cast doubt upon that of what I am not whom I shall serve."

Everyone was silent for a moment, even Cara didn't have a comment or a dig to make.

"Tell you what," Mando said breaking the awkward quiet. "I could really use your craft work right now," He grabbed the basket used as the Child's makeshift cradle. "Can you pad this container better so the Child can sleep better?" Since Mando was usually in the pilot's seat, Elaine took his bunk.

Kuiil took the container and turned it over in his hands. "I shall fabricate a better one. Then perhaps this Dropper can see how one can win their freedom with the skill of one's hands," He shot Cara a distasteful look and left.

"So, we're going to Nevarro?" Cara asked playing with her hands.

"Have you ever been?" Mando asked.

Cara shook her head. "No. We lost a lot of our forces there. The city's dug in pretty deep. No cover when you drop in. It stayed in Empire control 'till the end of the war."

"The warlord we're taking out was an Imperial officer," Mando reminded her.

"What station?"

"Hard to tell. No insignia anymore. I took out the safehouse when I snatched the kids," He looked at the Child sitting in his arms and Elaine sitting cross-legged on a crate. "More Imps have reinforced since."

"There's something more going on," Cara half said to herself.

Mando doubted she was wrong. "Maybe. We'll find out more when we land."

Elaine shifted nervously. She had no desire to return to the Client or the doctor. She would have preferred to never return to Nevarro, but she trusted Mando to care for her and the Child.

~~~~~

When the Crest touched down on Nevarro, the team mounted blurrgs and rode to meet Karga. Each adult had their own blurrg, even the Child had a new pod that flew next to Mando. But Elaine sat behind Mando, holding on very tightly, as if the blurrg would suddenly buck her off.

They met Karga not to far from the ship. He had three people with him. "Sorry for the remote rendezvous, Mando, but things have gotten more complicated since you were last here," Karga looked at Cara and Kuiil. "It appears that introductions are in order. It seems we both provided a security detail. I recommend the shock trooper guards the ship," he said noticing Cara's tattoo. "These fields are lousy with Jawas."

"She's coming with me," Mando said. The IG was guarding the ship, and he needed Cara.

"But the town is now run by ex-Empire. If a Rebel Dropper is with us, they'll all get their hackles up."

"She coming," Mando's decision was final, and Karga seemed to realize that.

"Fine. Fine," he said turning to Cara. "At least cover your tattoo. No need to flaunt it. Now, where are the little ones?" Karga moved to looked at the Child as Elaine peeked her head out from behind Mando. "So, these little bogwigs are what all the fuss was about. What precious little creatures. I can see why you didn't want to harm a hair on their wrinkled and horned heads."

Mando used his gauntlet to close the Child's pram, and Karga turned back to him. "Well, I'm glad this matter will be put to rest once and for all. The sun drops fast on Nevarro. We can walk for a spell, camp out on the riverbank, then make our way into town at first light."

They started their trek across the lava flats, Mando's team riding the blurrgs and Karga's walking.

~~~~~

When night came, they made a small campfire and settled around it. Kuiil was feeding the Child small pieces of meat and Elaine sat near Mando, quietly munching on her own food. Karga looked between the two kids. "I guess their carnivores. Never seen anything like them. They were ready to pay a king's ransom for them. Must be for some kind of highfalutin menagerie," he chuckled.

Mando didn't like how easily Karga spoke about the kids, so he decided to change the subject. "Let's go over the plan again."

Karga nodded. "We both enter the common house. We show the client the bait. We join him at the table. And you kill him."

"Tell me about his reinforcements," Mando said.

"They're all ex-Empire. As soon as they lose their paycheck, poof, they'll all scatter."

Mando raised the question no one wanted to ask. "And what if they don't?"

"They will," Karga assured him.

Mando shook his head. "That's not good enough." He need his kids to be safe from the Empire, even if all that was left was ragtag groups like that.

Karga humored him. "If, for arguments sake, a few of them don't realize that I'm their best path to alternative employment and they elect to react impulsively, then these three fine Guild Hunters, along with that battle-hardened shock trooper, will cut down anyone who bucks."

"How many will their be?" Mando asked.

Karga sighed. "No more than four. He travels with at most, a Fire Team. Trust me. Nothing can go wrong."

As he spoke a creature flew down and stole his piece of meat. It swooped down again and stole a blurrg, and the adults began to fire upon it. Elaine grabbed the Child and watched as another creature swooped down and stole a second blurrg. Mando fired at it, and it attacked him. He used his flamethrower and set it's tail on fire. The creature fled with its partner, leaving the group in shock.

Mando turned to the kids, holstering his blaster. "Are you two alright?"

Elaine nodded and the Child cooed happily. However, Elaine looked over and saw Karga on the ground, his hand clutching his side.

"He's hurt badly," Kuiil said examining the wound.

"I'm fine," Karga grunted. "I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. Ow!" He tried to move but couldn't.

"Hold still," Cara ordered. She looked at the bloody mess and applied bacta to it. Mando offeres his bacta as well, but the poison was spreading quickly. Cara called for another medpac, but no one had any. The Child wriggled in Elaine's grasp and looked up at her. Somehow, she knew what he was feeling and set him down. They moved to Karga's side.

"Get them out of here," Cara ordered. The Child laid his tiny hands on Karga's wound, causing him to panic.

"He's trying to eat me," he said. Elaine sat next to him and took his hand, her instincts taking over.

"It's going to be okay," She whispered. She focused on her calm and tried to show Karga that he would be fine.

Everyone watched in amazement as the children helped the man. Elaine calling him, and the Child healing him. Mando had never known the Child could do that with his powers, but Elaine was still somewhat of a mystery. Was she just being kind?

~~~~

The next morning, Karga and his colleagues were talking quietly amongst themselves as the others walked behind them. Kuiil rode the remaining blurrg and Elaine and Cara walked with Mando, the younger of the two trying her hardest to keep up with their large strides.

"You think they're having second thoughts?" Cara asked.

"Could be," Mando said. "I need your eyes."

Cara nodded. "I'm watching."

They arrived at a small ridge not to far from the city. "I guess this is it," Karga said. His hunters had moved away from him towards the back, but Karga shot them. Mando and Cara raised their blasters. Elaine ducked behind Mando as the Child cooed curiously.

Karga holstered his blaster and kicked the dead hunter. "There's something you should know. The plan was to kill you and take the kids. But after what happened last night, I couldn't go through with it," seeing no change in their demeanor, Karga raised his hands. "Go on. You can gun me down here and now and it wouldn't violate the Code. But if you do, those kids will never be safe."

Cara kept her blaster fixed on him. "We'll take our chances."

"The Imperial client is obsessed with obtaining these assets," Karga tried. "You tried to run, but where did it get you?"

"This is ridiculous," Cara scoffed.

"Perhaps you should let him speak," Kuiil suggested.

Karga nodded. "Listen, we both need the client to be eliminated. Let me take the kids to him and then you two–"

"No," Mando said sharply.

"Let's just kill him and get outta here," Cara said.

Mando looked back at the Child. He was watching the whole thing innocently. He looked down at Elaine and saw she was stareing up at him with her soul piercing gaze. "He's right," Mando put his blaster away, much to Cara's shock.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"As long as the Imp lives, he'll send hunters after the kids," Mando said.

"It's a trap," Cara argued.

"Bring me," Mando said.

"Bring you?" Karga asked.

"Tell him you captured me. Get me close to him and I'll kill him."

Karga nodded. "That's a good idea. Give me your blaster."

Mando did as he said as Cara looked at them incredulously. "This is insane."

"It's the only way," Mando said. The only way the kids would stay safe.

Cara holstered her blaster. "Well, I'm coming with you."

"No, no, no," Karga said. "That would make them suspicious."

"Don't care. I'm coming," she snapped.

"Tell them she caught me," Mando reasoned.

"Fine. Then she can bring the kids," Karga said.

"No. The little one goes back in the ship."

"But without both of them, none of this works!"

Mando stared at him. "I have a plan. Kuiil, ride back to the Razor Crest with the Child and seal yourself in. When your inside, engage ground security protocols. Nothing on this planet will breach those doors."

Kuiil nodded and handed Mando something. "Here's a commlink. I will keep the Child safe," he turned to Cara. "Don't forget to cover your stripes," he picked up the Child and headed to his blurrg. Elaine watched as her friend went away before leaving herself with Mando.

~~~~

Mando was now cuffed as well as Elaine, who was being carried by Cara. The girl had a hard time keeping up as is, but with her hands bound she was constantly tripping. They reached the sketchy house and entered, but there were way more than four stormtroopers.

They were seated at a booth where the client was waiting for them. He immediately took notice of Mando's armor. "What exquisite craftsmanship," je said. "It is amazing how beautiful Beskar can be when forged by it's ancestral artisans. Can I offer you a libation to celebrate the closing of our shared narrative?"

Elaine didn't know what he was saying, only that he made her skin crawl. "It is a shame that your people suffered so," he said to Mando. "Just as in this situation, it was all avoidable. Why did Mandalore resist our expansion? The Empire improves every system it touches. Judge by any metric. Safety, prosperity, trade, opportunity, peace. Compare Imperial rule to what is happening now. Look outside. Is the world more peaceful since the revolution? I see nothing but death and chaos."

The client's eyes drifted to the Child's pram. "I would like to see the baby."

Karga pursed his lips. "Uh...It is asleep."

The client leaned forward. "We all will be quiet. Open the pram," luckily, a stormtrooper came over and whispered something to him. "Don't think me to be rude. I must take this call," je stood up and walked to a hologram on the other side of the room.

"Give me the blaster," Mando whispered.

Karga slipped it to him under the table. "You get one shot," as he spoke, several more stormtroopers walked in, filling the room.

"This is bad," Cara said. "You said four."

"Well, there are more. What can I tell you?" Karga asked.

Elaine felt anxious, something was wrong. She looked up at Mando. "I don't like this."

Before Mando could say anything, blaster fire shot through the window, killing all the troopers and the client. Mando grabbed Elaine and shielded her, his cuffs falling off. When the fire ended he grabbed his comm. "Kuiil? Are you back to the ship yet? Are you there? Do you copy?"

"Yes!" Kuiil's voice crackled over the comm.

"Are you back to the ship yet?"

"Not yet."

Mando hugged Elaine closer to him. She held on for dear life. "Get back to the ship and bail. Get the kid out of here," Mando risked a look and saw a squadron of stormtroopers, their armor gleaming white. The man in front was wearing all black and had a red cape.

"You have something I want," he said. "You may think you have some idea of what you are in possession of, but you do not."

Mando didn't care, he needed to contact Kuiil. "Kuiil, are you back to the ship yet? They're on to us! Kuiil come in!"

"They mean more to me than you will ever know," the man said from outside.

Elaine clung to Mando, her arms grasped tightly around his neck. Mando stood against the wall, Elaine in one arm and the commlink in the other. Kuiil was gone, and the kids were in danger.

He failed them.

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