#peep the cross necklace

[tony-blair-erotica]

RIP Saddam you’d have loved the Chase x

Image credits:

1 & 2: Contestant on ITV's The Chase, originally tweeted by Michael Glasper on X, 17/09/2024, https://x.com/michaelcglasper/status/1835716960375525537?s=46&t=EQjf0STbu875ZFjTm8Cxkw

3: Tony Blair on holiday in Sicily, August 2016 from BEESCOP.COM

[asteroidaffection]

“the jump from 2019 to 2024 is sooo violent”

[lopsidedghoul]

i don’t get into my very deep religious views on here as much as i used to that’s going to change

[princessbrunette]

Does lamb!reader have any fun nicknames? Like how puppy has pooch and bubba👀~🐶

lamb!reader is constantly getting called ‘bo peep’ by jj. you don’t even know how it started, all you know is jj sauntering up to you with that smirk that makes you a little weak in the knees, fixing your cross necklace for you saying something like “well if it ain’t lil bo peep. your mommy let you out to play today?” before john b tells him to cut it out 😵‍💫

if you aggravate jj he calls you lamb chop.

[mchlgayser]

heeey could u write about mason’s family finding out he has a girlfriend because she shows up at his door (when he answers she kisses him and everyone is shocked) thank u

OH MY GOD: : mason mount x female!reader

author's note: this is, by far one of my cutest fiction I think?! but lemme know what you think anon!! luv xx

contents warning: none // not proofread

'You got me a dress? ...In my closet room? ...Mason when did you even get here?!' He chuckles through the phone 'I'll tell you about that later alright? Just get dolled up for me angel!' He hung up the phone and you sigh, exasperatedly.

Mason told you today he wanted to bring you to a dinner date at his house, and you as a person who could't said no, you agreed to. What could possibly go wrong anyway?

Everything

You jog upstairs to your room and the linked closet room to see a black box with gold ribbon laid before you on the accessories drawer. You carefully pull open the box to see a long and elegant pink maxi dress neatly tucked

You present the dress in front of you feeling giddy and bubbly to wear it for today's special occasion.

You did your make up not too long after, putting on the dress and get your 'M' initial necklace and a pair of eggshell white pearl dangling earrings. After that you put your hair on a neat low bun and strands of hair at the front curling it a bit.

Satisfied with the look, you grab a purse along with a few of your necessities and then left the house.

Mason on the other hand started to grow more anxious, his polo-collared shirt is beads with sweats, his hands is shaking, too scared for your reaction and his family but he knows none of it won't be too negative but he'll get nagged from both parties.

His family are still preparing the dishes while his father and his brother in law on the hall talking business, him on the other hand has been quite nonstop looking out the window to see if your car had parked outside his residence.

'Guys, dinner's ready!' His sister, Chloe announced 'Mason come on--'

'I invited--'

The front door bell chiming, the whole family turns up to Mason 'Friends coming over?' He gulps, his mom head shake at the weird behavior of his son and gets up 'Let me get the door!'

'I'll do it, mom,' He rush to the door, his whole family is still eyeing him, he could see it from the corner of his views

He opens the door welcoming you, you squealed giving him a long chaste kiss on the lip and his cheeks. A series of 'What?' and a shrieking 'Oh' comes after that, you peep from his shoulder seeing his whole family looking at you both, well partially you...

You gapped in surprise, eyes going back and forth between Mason and his family. The mother came up to you first 'Gosh dear, you must be Mason's girlfriend,' She laugh immediately easing the tension, you gulp eyes burning holes into Mason as she drags you over the table and strike an immediate convos. His father joined in and soon his sister

'So how long you to've known each other?' She questioned you, you awkwardly chuckle 'It was't long, eight months I think? We met during an award show, I was the host and we had short interview together..' You blurted out, Mason beside you smile along and confirming it.

It was like that for the next past hours, his family opening up to you, especially his mom, she's very supportive, very reliable and caring too, easy for a timid person like you to even talk to her.

The day went by fast, and soon they left, you rolled your eyes at Mason and went back inside the house 'Wait babe--'

'What?! You got me meeting your family while I'm like this..' You pouted at him and he laugh, clasping one hand over your waist 'Like what..? You look decent.'

'Am not, I would've put more effort if I know it would be a dinner date with your family... I know I said that I'm ready to meet them whenever but not surprising me like Mase!' You complained, hand crossing over your chest getting sulky

He crooks a small smile and kiss your hand 'Well it went well innit?'

You suck your teeth and dismissed the topic 'Whatever but next time you gotta tell me first so I can prepare gifts or something...' He hums and followed after you inside the house

'You could say that all my family are fond of you, especially mom..' He admitted with a toothy grin, you mirror his expression and nods 'I think so, not too bad am I? Do you think they'll approve me to be part of the Mount family?' You joked sending a giggle his way, he froze for a second before he wraps both arms around you 'Yeah, they won't mind that, I think mom will definitely say this "the sooner the better" don't you think?' You flush down to your neck as Mason laughs at your unexpected reaction 'So cute!' He cooed scooping you up and bringing you to his bedroom

'Stay for the night, yeah love?'

[ingravinoveritas]

This weekend, I went to a pop culture/comic convention in my area to see a few friends, and had an interesting experience. When I was first walking from the parking lot to the convention hotel, a man I'd never met or spoken to before came up to me just before I got to the doors. I was initially wary, as I've encountered more than a few creepy/pervy men at this convention in the past. But what he said to me, very politely, was: "Excuse me. Are you one of the movie stars?"

I can't emphasize enough how much this came out of nowhere. I also don't know what gave him the idea that I was a movie star, maybe other than what I was wearing (a purple sequined dress, a silver cross necklace, and blue/white/red slingback peep toe heels). But the question pleasantly took me aback, and after I said that I wasn't one, he added, "You're dressed so nice. You look beautiful." Which also was unexpected, and after I thanked him for his very kind words, he wished me a good night as I continued on in to the hotel.

My point in mentioning this is that there tends to be a very specific idea of what/who a "movie star" is or looks like, and not in a thousand years would I categorize myself in that way. But I think maybe looks/external beauty are only one part of it, and the rest is confidence--surety of self, and how you move through the world. I have more confidence now than I have had any previous point in my life. I know who I am, and I think I'm finally understanding how that affects people's perception of me.

So yes, that was just an interesting little moment and probably one of the highlights of the weekend. (The other was running into a David cosplayer who had on David's purple-green fuzzy sweater and purple Doc Martens (see below), a kilt for a character in Sandman, and a face tattoo and snakey eyes for Crowley--three cosplays in one!) Good Omens really is everywhere...

[saylorsaysstop]

Necklace | Stephen Strange 18+

a/n: me next, steph.

warnings: choking, fingering

Stephen Strange masterlist

Stephen’s conscious thoughts were suddenly reckless when he saw you saunter your way through the halls and enter your shared bedroom. Peering up from the book in his hand, one leg crossed lazily over the other, he eyed you with sultry eyes. The sleep shorts you wore, were the cheekiest pair you owned. He saw so much of your flesh exposed and he salivated at the thought of running his chilling hands across your warm skin. 

The curve of your back drove him crazy as you bent forward, a snippet of red-hot lace peeping out to say hello. Shifting around on the bed, he chewed at the inside of his cheek. 

“Oh, the things you do to me, Darling.” Stephen speaks his delicious thoughts aloud, eager to get his hands on you.

With your back turned to him, a smirk inched across your face at your beloved's erotic countenance. The light furrowing of his eyebrows, the way he reaches up to push his finger through his hair, you glimmer at the thought of him growing harder by the second. Knowing that you had a watching audience, you ensured to shake your hips gently, your bottom bouncing from the movement that nearly sent Stephen into a whirlwind frenzy. 

“It’s all yours for the taking, my love.” You returned his words with your own thoughts. Within seconds, a gasp flooded from your lips when you felt his body press against yours. You both stood in front of the dresser, your chest pressed against it as Stephen snaked his hands around your hips. 

“Is that so, Honey?” Stephen whispered into your ear, catching his own reflection. He saw the way his irises dilated, exposing his true desires. You steadied your breathing as you felt his hand press flat to your abdomen. He pulled you flush against his center and you were greeted by the brushing of his clothed member against your cheeks. 

Stephen caught your earlobe in between his teeth, causing the hairs to stand up on the back of your neck. His hand slid beneath the waistband of your shorts and he teased the red lace, a wicked grin plastering his face. He was mischievous for a reason. Stephen started to leave love bites on your neck, your head falling back to his shoulders. Suddenly, in a whim, he spun you around to face him.

His eyes looked between your orbs and lips, his tongue jutting out to wet his mouth. “You look mighty delectable this evening. A vision in red,” He said in a sultry tone that had you quaking instantaneously, excitement coursing your veins at the knowledge he saw your red lace. Swapping sides with you, he started to push you backward until the backs of your thighs collided with the pillowy surface of the mattress. 

You saw the veins in his hand bulge as he extended his fingers, giving them a teasing wiggle. He knew what you wanted; he saw the look develop in your eyes. “Please,” You whispered. Stephen glanced between you and his large palm, stifling a laugh. 

“Please what, Darling?” He asked of you.

Gulping, your eyes shifted to his hand. 

“Wordless is not an answer. Use your voice.” He demanded. You squeezed your eyes shut, knowing the game he wanted to play tonight. 

“Choke me,” You announced through a hushed whisper, but loud enough for your lover to hear. “Please,” 

Stephen was amused. “Listen to you. You want my hand around your throat like a pretty little slut. Is that right?” 

Nodding, you bit your lip. “Yes Sir, please,” You muttered. 

Stephen gave in to your heady want. First, he pulled the thin shorts away from your legs to expose you to the air. Kissing you tenderly, he finally wrapped his hand around your throat. Giving you a good squeeze, the blood rushed to your head as you experienced a wave unlike anything else. Consistently changing his pressure, but ensuring you were able to breathe, Stephen used his free hand to tease the area in between your thighs. 

You squeaked when he stroked his thumb against your clit, pushing the red lace to the side. “We have to keep that on you, Sweetheart. It drives me wild.” He grinned wickedly. Plunging two fingers into your dripping slit, you heaved for air as your back arched into him. Stephen eyed you cautiously, watching the way your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you ground your hips into his waiting hand. 

“You look so pretty with my hands around your throat. Who’s my good girl?” He said, feeling the friction of your hips moving into his palm. 

“Me!” You sputter, gasping. 

“The prettiest necklace you’ll ever wear is my right hand, Darling.” He told you, kissing you fervently. You groaned and whined as you fought to kiss him back, feeling your stomach begin to twist into a familiar knot.

White-hot flashes of pleasure coursed through your veins as Stephen released your throat. You gasped for air as he pounded his long and dexterous fingers into your aching core over and over again, hearing as you moaned loudly into the air. Once you silenced your cries, Stephen looked down at you, noticing the way you bit your lip to remain quiet. 

“Did I say you could stop?” Stephen asked suddenly. “If you resort to silence, you’re not being pleasured. You’ve got to let me know how good I make you feel, Baby. If you’re quiet, you’ll be punished. I need to hear you.” 

With that, your echoed screams began as Stephen pinned you to the mattress, pressing the weight of his body to yours. He was railing you with his hands alone before he shimmied down and threw your legs over his shoulders. Burying his face in between your glistening heat, it wasn’t long before his tongue was penetrating and lapping up every ounce of sweetness you delivered to his tongue, your hands fisting the bedsheets beside you as you cried his name out in a sex-filled symphony. 

And that was just the start of the night.

[comfortless]

ur konig fics heal me thank you my morning is better :DD

anww, i had a bit of a question! i wasnt sure if u have already answered this question, but how would konig react if he finds out his darling is somehow affiliated in the same field he's in? whether that be a medic or smth else etc etc aside from that, i love ur fics c:

thank you, beloved! ^^ i did a bit here!

but to expand on that a little, i think you may get more leeway with him being a medic.

Instead of being pestered to return home (his home), you may just get this brute extending a hand to help you out. Not that he’s got a lick of medical training. He can patch a wound with a makeshift tourniquet in the midst of some firefight, knows well enough not to fall asleep when he’s been banged up a bit too much, but assisting you with other people is a very large, pronounced “No.”

Soothe him by letting him hover a bit and watch you work. He’s not supposed to be in here, but it’s nice having some wolf in sheep’s skin nearby to pass you the gauze from across the room. So long as he isn’t lifting or touching the poor injured souls in your care, it shouldn’t be much of a problem, right? No one dares to peep any criticism for your work when you’ve got a smitten Goliath nearby, anyway.

Except, he does get a bit jealous here. You’re so gentle with the operators in your care, cooing to them and tending to their every need like a servant rather than the lovely angel that you are to him. He almost wishes that he weren’t so good at what he does, just to experience that once. Or twice. Or for a lifetime. Whatever time you’re willing to give to him, he will take it.

Maybe he gets a bit reckless, gives himself a minor injury by pulling something in the midst of lifting weights. König doesn’t do that; when he fucks up, he deals with it himself, so it’s more than a little strange to see him crossing into the room with an actual injury. It won’t put him out for long, just enough time to experience your gentle hands over him, see that caring look in your eye directed toward him instead of one of these bastards that doesn’t truly appreciate you, not the way that he does at least.

He misconstrues you just doing your job as an outright declaration that what he feels is mutual, and maybe it is, because the care that you give to him is different. You laugh, not at him or his injury, but out of pure mirth when you ask who’s going to offer you ibuprofen instead of gauze now. Your touch is lingering, and you playfully shove the shoulder that hasn’t been wounded when he tells you a kiss would cure him better than any medicine.

His wayward courtship comes with every nick or scrape he “suffers”. The comments grow increasingly strange the moment you’re on your knees tending to the tiniest bruise you’ve ever seen on a man. You both know it’s absolutely nothing, that all of this is absurd and silly and he should just make some sort of move already. Except, that when he does tell you this scene would be so much better in his room, you’re quick to shush him and request that he leave.

… But you don’t stay angry with him for long.

Your favorite soldier always returns to you.

The next time with a clumsily plucked, yellow wildflower and a stare that borders on unnerving when he thrusts the dainty thing into your face; a tight-lipped apology follows when he tells you that he’s not sure what came over him, you’re just so pretty, and that he thinks about you so often it’s making him more than a little crazy.

The time after that with food from a restaurant away from base and another vague profession of love.

And again, with some pretty necklace in tow that he claims used to belong to his mother. König is more intense than ever when he strings the jewelry around your throat with shaking hands, dips his head down to huff into your ear as an arm snakes around your waist to keep you trapped there against him.

“Is that enough?” is the growl that follows, the warmth of his breath and the sheer intensity in his voice causing every hair at the back of your neck to stand on end.

“For what…?” And you could almost pray he’s not truly dumb enough to attempt to lure you into his bed for a string of jewelry his mother trusted him with.

“To make you like me.”

To anticipate something that sounds so innocent from a man who kills for a living is unheard of. You already suspected after his ridiculous comment about a kiss, already knew from the start with all of the trinkets he’s fetched for you, but the thought that he didn’t know already… poor thing.

So, you tell him that you already do, that you have for a while, it’s just that maybe suggesting you blow him before offering a proper date is more than a little inappropriate. Not that having your overgrown suitor chasing your heels is any less.

[jarofstyles]

How is sugar baby h? I miss my bf(love your writing btw !!)

Hi my lovely, thank you so much! I can write a little bit about them now :) I am working on a full one shot but here is a little piece of their day.

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Harry enjoyed the days that Y/N stayed home from work.

Especially the days where she would be coerced into relaxing by him.

"Babe- s'your day off." Harry gave her a look as he saw her laptop sitting under the yellow umbrella shading one of their tables. The pool was a crisp blue and the heat was just starting to get slightly uncomfortable so the man had no idea why she would prefer to sit on the computer. "It'll overheat, and you need to take some time for yourself."

Y/N sighed, still typing away at the keyboard as she listening to the pretty man standing next to her with his arms crossed. She knew that she should be- but the woman had a very hard time relaxing. Working was what she liked to do, it was her habit. As a diagnosed workaholic, she had brought Harry into her life to go to events with her and to provide him with what she needed. Somehow, he had turned into a bit of her keeper. Being a fairly dominant woman, she didn't take kindly to most people telling her what to do- but her and Harry had a 50/50 split most of the time. He was now there to help her relax.

"I know, darling. I'm finishing up some emails so I can be ahead and then relax." She replied, not taking her eyes off of the screen.

"Are you caught up with what you're supposed to be?" Harry got closer to her side, peeping over her shoulder to the mass of emails in her inbox. He was very happy that his job was to make music, keep the house, pleasure this fucking stunning woman, and be a pretty face. He would rather choke than deal with that.

"Yes, but just being caught up isn't good enough. I need to be ahead." She always said this. It made him sigh, shaking his head as he leant down and wrapped his arms around her shoulders as she sat. It was time for him to do his job.

"S'bullshit, baby." He nuzzled against her neck, feeling the gold chain of her necklace against his lips. "I know you need to relax. You need a break. It's what m'here for, isn't it?" Pillowy lips pressed against her warm skin, his hair tickling the side of her face as her hands stuttered on the keyboard. He knew her weaknesses by heart. Maybe that’s why he was so good at getting what he wanted- besides his pretty face. "Wanted me to make sure you didn't overwork yourself to exhaustion, right? Can be whatever you want." his kisses were wet against the sensitive skin, teeth taking the chain into his mouth and tugging it slightly before running his fingers down her chest. "D'you want me to be your good boy? Or do you need Daddy t'fuck you stupid?" He nudged his nose against her jaw, slipping his fingers underneath her bathing suit top and cupping the soft breasts in his palms. "Here to make you happy, to make you feel good. Just tell me what you need."

[cellarspider]

3/30: Meet David

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We return to the movie I want to bite down on with all of my teeth, Prometheus.

This time, we meet a man so bored he has invented new solo sports and started doing his hair like his blorbo, T.E. Lawrence. 

Meet David (Michael Fassbender). He’s implied to be a little over two years old, and he’s been completely alone for the vast majority of his life.

Actually, I lied. The movie first wants to throw another small strain on our suspension of disbelief: David has a VR visor he can use to view the dreams of the human crew in suspended animation. This is technically a plot point, and thus it is delivered with all the grace of this deer.

I cannot emphasize enough how clunky the movie becomes when plot or deliberate character arcs are being communicated through dialog scenes. 

We find out from dream-peeping that Elizabeth Shaw’s father (horror actor Patrick Wilson) was a devout christian of some variety, possibly a missionary, and her mom  died when she was young. She was given a cross necklace, which we see in blurry montage-o-vision before David wanders off.

We see David’s routine: Pick up tiny specks of dust, send out first contact messages and receive no response, perfect the lonely sport of solo bicycle-riding shootout, eat android breakfast and take a Proto-Indo-European language lesson, watch Lawrence of Arabia (1962) while dying his roots, and quote the most Definitely Not Suffering line to himself over and over again as he does his hair like Peter O’Toole and wanders the halls, waiting for something to happen. “The trick, William Potter, is not minding that it hurts.”

David is going to later profess to have no emotions, but I think that given the chance, he would at least admit his enclosure needs enrichment.

This is one of the strongest scenes in the movie. David is a novel creation of humanity, and he has been left alone, with only the memories and dreams of humans to extrapolate off of. He has been abandoned without thought for his needs, stuffed down into Plato's Cave. We don’t know yet whether the people on the ship see him as a person, but we know they’re thoughtless in how they’ve treated him. He’s bright, he’s inventive, he’s chosen a way he wants to be seen, but he’s seen by no one. 

I’m sure this is going to turn out great for everybody.

And as a side note, while I didn’t know it at the time, David’s language tutor is the actual historical linguist that they employed for the movie, Anil Biltoo. His and Fassbender’s pronunciations were strong enough that even a hobbyist in linguistics could tell that they were really, really trying to get it right. They even reference Schleicher’s fable, the first piece of text anyone ever created from reconstructed Proto-Indo-European. This level of nerdy detail made me excited.

Side note to the side note, Biltoo also has an introductory textbook on Sanskrit you can buy, if you’re a maniac like I am.

This scene kept part of me hopeful for the rest of the movie, because it’s so strong. The “not minding that it hurts” line is a little on the nose, but overall it has the feel of something that could be expanded into an extremely melancholy short film. Or, hell, a Tarkovsky-esque feature film. Moon (2009) could be another point of comparison. In any case, this scene gives you a little space to feel all the quiet suffering of David’s existence. 

But unfortunately for the movie as a whole, this sets David up as the most sympathetic character. I personally had already been drawn in by the promotional “advert” for the David-8 model android (see part 1). Now I was invested in this particular David’s story. The rest of the film didn’t manage to yank back much sympathy for anybody else. 

Because the general vibe I soon picked up from the rest of the crew was that they were absolute hooting jackasses.

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Sources alt-text facts:

1. https://www.denofgeek.com/movies/how-ron-perlman-nearly-ruined-the-alien-resurrection-basketball-shot/ 

2. https://www.imdb.com/name/nm0766970/?ref_=ttfc_fc_cl_t50

[wickedmage4106]

Stripping into Dangerous Situations Chp.9 AlphaDoffyxOmegaOC

Summary: Your secret job as a stripper, while your real job pays you barely nothing. Throw in a mix of secret side hustles, and the Devil soon takes interest in you. But be careful, as all things come with strings attached. Throwing a huge wrench in you life, and the Devil comes in to make an offer you want to refuse. But how delicous is the offer the Devil is making?Will you take the deal?

Story Plot, Eventual Smut as Story progresses (none at the moment to build up to), 18+ due to mention of drugs, violence, stripping, abuse, and posioning. Alpha/Omega verse in Modern One Piece tale, bit of a twist on my end. Animal ears and tail, no human ears.

Also on AO3 and Fanfiction.net, same name here for my accounts I post at.

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I rewrote it like three times and just said screw it, this is the best I can do. Again, I don’t watch talk shows, so I don’t know what goes on even trying to look up some videos. But I do hope you enjoy the rest of the story and certain special someone at the end showing up.

Enjoy!

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Monday soon rolled around as I sat in the back room waiting for my turn to go onto the show. I was in the dress I picked out while shopping with Perona (Last Chapter Description) while doing my hair up nice in elegant curls with part of my hair with a black lace bow in the back. My black peep toe heels were on with my charm bracelet and single chain necklace with a single diamond drop at the end as the pearls weren’t pulling the look I wanted. I sat on the couch watching the show as it was airing when a guy with a headset walked in.

“Miss Sinclair, you are up next. Please follow me,” he motioned for me to follow as I got up.

We walked backstage passing several people working behind the scenes before I stopped before the set as a woman helped hook up a small microphone to my outfit.

“Alright Miss Sinclair,” the man who came to get me whispered to me while looking at a clipboard. “You will enter the stage through here and sit on the first seat closest to Jimmy’s desk after his intro of you, and then question you.”

“Sounds good,” I whispered back.

I looked at the television flat screen as Jimmy was sitting behind his desk getting his makeup touched up as his black Labrador dog ears were up though I wasn’t able to see his tail from behind the desk in his grey navy suit. The make-up artist left as the show was coming back from the commercial.

Jimmy fixed his papers on his desk before looking up to the camera with a smile, “Welcome back folks as our next guest is special on tonight’s show, who won against her ex-boss during the trial that not only exposed abuse with the company but what she did to herself to take care of her family. Everyone please welcome Miss Bunny Sinclair!”

Jimmy announced me as the audience cheers as I walked on stage waving shyly as I walked over to Jimmy shaking his hand before sitting down with my legs crossed, “Thank you Jimmy, it is a pleasure to meet you.”

“Nonsense it more of an honor to meet you Miss Sinclair or due you prefer Bunny?” Jimmy asked.

“You can call me Bunny,” I replied with a soft closed smile.

Jimmy sat forward, “I do have to say Bunny, I was absolutely appalled how your ex-boss treated you. There are laws protecting Omega’s as you know I have two kids who are Omega’s, but what you did to provide for your only family member you have alive. That was shocking and so brave.”

“I wouldn’t say brave as I poisoned myself, I never knew what would happen,” I turned to the crowd. “Please don’t do what I did, I damaged my body probably for the rest of my life.”

I looked back as Jimmy as he spoke, “Have you been with your doctor about the situation?”

“I spoke with him, but there haven’t been any side effects so far. If anything starts to feel weird within my body to let him know. My scent glands still aren’t producing a scent, and I haven’t had a heat in two years. I blame Enel for treatment, but I am happy I won thew trial as the abuse he and many other employees that were there.”

“Yes, but you did help some people like the that security gentlemen,” Jimmy smiled as he pointed that out about Daniel.

“Yes, I help did Daniel but there were another male and female Omega’s I was able to help find jobs after they also had abuse from Enel and others. I just hope they are doing okay since we haven’t spoken in a long time.” “Seriously Bunny, you have a big heart, and I actually did some digging,” Jimmy spoke, leaning to the other side of his desk.

“Oh boy, I’m worried about that.”

The crowd laughed as Jimmy did pulling up a picture, “No, this is the good type of digging.” He pulled up a picture showing my mother on a cover that used to be on one of her music CD’s. “Bunny, I didn’t know that your mother was renowned violinist Ordelia Sinclair, God Bless her Soul and your fathers.”

“Thank you, and yes, she is a renowned violinist having played many shows around the world and at Madison Square Garden. Even when I was young, she taught me how to play as I wanted to be like her, I miss her,” I looked at the picture longingly as the crowd let out a sympathetic ‘Awe’.

“I actually saw her perform with my family and it was amazing, your mother had some serious talent, Bunny. She was amazing, Bunny, can you play something for me?” I looked at Jimmy shocked pointing at myself, “Wait, you want me to play?”

“Yeah! After everything from the trial and hearing you play, then finding out your mother was Ordelia Sinclair. I would love to hear you play. You are an incredible person standing up to your abusive ex-boss, taking care of your family after the passing of your parents, and striving through everything. I bet you are just as amazing as your mother, please will you play?” Jimmy boasted to look like he was begging me.

“SHE IS AMAZING!” I groaned covering my face as I heard Perona yell from the crowd as I brought her since she begged me to bring her making me feel embarrassed.

“Who was that?” Jimmy asked, looking confused.

“That was my friend Perona, she was my dorm mate from college and been best friends with me since college. She helped do my hair for tonight,” I replied.

“BUNNY CAN PLAY! SHE EVEN WRITES HER OWN MUSIC!” I covered my face embraced leaning forward.

“Perona!’ I exclaimed sitting up glaring at the direction she was in.

“Woah hold the brakes she just trying to help, but is it true? DO you write your own music,” Jimmy asked trying to calm the situation as he could tell I was embarrassed by my friend.

I sighed nodding, “Yes, I used to write a lot during college and some during my time at Enel’s company when I am home. I may have a master’s in finance, accounting, and business but I also had a fulltime scholarship for Music playing First Chair as Violinist.”

“Please play something you wrote; Oh I would love to hear you play! Right, everyone!” Jimmy turned to the crowd who cheered wanting to hear me play which I was shocked to hear them wanting me to play something.

“Okay, okay I will play.”

“YES!” Jimmy stood up as I got up with him as someone handed him a violin and bow then to me.

I tried out the violin but realized it needed to be toned, “One sec the strings are off.”

“What dong are you going to play?” Jimmy asked as I fixed the the strings.

“Well, I don’t remember my music I wrote as it has been some time, but I am going ot play one of my favorite pieces by Paganini which is Caprice no. 5,” I replied.

“Wasn’t Paganini the Devils Violinist?” Jimmy asked.

“Yes, but he made amazing violin pieces I adored playing when I was young while learning. This piece is fast when playing, but I enjoy it as when I am angry, I usually pay some of his faster pieces to let out some frustration,” I replied as I placed the violin under my chin as I stood in my violin position before I began to play.

The moment I began to play, a calm washed over me as I always felt the thrill of playing as the emotions of the music flowed through me. I often get lost within the music as I played, eyes closed as I imagine my mother and father watching as they have done in the past at recitals, or at home. It made me feel so close to them as music was something my family loved the most, and always enjoyed listening to classical music and several other genres. We often went to see ballets, musicals on Broadway, and even watching old movies with singing. Even when I went to college, I wanted to be able to take care of my family as I knew being famous may not last as my mother pulled away or rather wasn’t getting jobs for concerts. I wanted something stable, but still be able to create music on the side with her. Before those depressing emotions began to take a hold on me, I finished the piece by lowing my bow and violin I was given.

Immediately I was shocked by the applause and cheer I had gotten from the crowd, and the whole staff with Jimmy clapping and many in almost tears. It touched me as I had to hold back the tears of my own from such praise, but to hear people enjoy the music I played.

“That was amazing! Oh, my gawd that was incredible! You have some serious talent Bunny, thank you for playing for us!” Jimmy praised as I smiled as he went for a hug as I returned. “Bunny Sinclair everyone!”

I turned to everyone smiling softly as I gave a soft wave as Jimmy thanked everyone here as the show was over. But this night seemed to change for me.

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After the Jimmy Fallon show, I had started to get calls from other talk shows like the View, the Drew Berry Show, and several others talking about the trial, my family, and what I going to do now. I was still going to stay at the Club to manage the books but having a serious talk with Mama I decided to finally leave the club. They threw me a Farewell party which was filled with laughter and meaningful farewell tears. Mama would make sure Lawrence would pay back the money he still owes me. They were family to me for so many years, but now even with leaving they all were proud of me with all I was doing and achieving. Days rolled by as I was also getting calls not just from talk shows, but also asking if I could model for some magazines with articles about everything and how I have been trying to recover after poisoning myself with my recovery.

Since the trial nearly over a month ago, the side effects of my body have been very mild. Having some headaches, only had two nosebleeds when I was exercising when lifting weights, and on a jog. I still haven’t gotten my period as I have been talking with Marco with any side effects that have started to appear. I do feel like I am having cramps but nothing of the result of me having my period. We did another round of blood tests, that some levels of my body were only a few points high but everything else was stable from what Marco said when going over the tests with me. So, for now, I have a journal at home as I have been keeping with any effects I have been having, what I have been eating, and keeping track of taking care of my body.

Even with all the calls I have been getting, getting paid from advertisements from people I have worked with, I was making a good amount of money. Perona has also helped me set up a part of my living room where she taught me how to record as I post on TikTok, and on YouTube of me playing songs on my violin from what I wrote, songs I love, and even songs from Paganini which as gotten a string of people following my videos and supporting me.

Currently, Perona and I were walking in the park heading towards a food cart for a treat as we were taking a break from her shop. I have been helping Perona at her shop, still helping manage her ledgers, but also helping her with her soon Winter collection about to come in. The cool crips air was lowering as Fall was beginning to come as the leaves on the trees were starting to turn multiple shades of yellow, red, and brown. I myself was wearing a knitted white sweater with a pair of dark jeggings with some thick heel’s ankle boots with a zipper on the inside with laces in the front. My hair pulled into a ponytail and my glasses on my face as I wasn’t in the mood to wear my contacts. Perona was in one of her cute gothic Lolita outfits with a black lace umbrella she was holding to shield her from the sun.

As we were walking and talking, something caught my attention as it was a shock to see, “Sugar?”

There sitting on the ground by the large fountain crying was Sugar from Doflamingo’s family in a school uniform with a small red cape on and school backpack. Her cute little teal cat ears were bent back as her hood was off, and her little small teal act tail wrapped around her leg. She looked up from hearing her name before rushing to me hugging my legs tight crying.

“WAAAAHHHH! BUNNY!” she exclaimed, balling her eyes out freaking me out.

“Woah, woah Sugar what is going on? Why aren’t you in school?” I pulled her from my legs asking greatly concerned as I crouched down as she wiped her eyes, but tears still kept coming out.

“I hate school! Everyone is so mean, and Dellinger was picking on me because I haven’t presented yet!” Sugar cried, explaining what was going on. “No one wants to listen to me; everyone scowls at me! I hate it! I hate Dellinger! I hate school! WAHHHH!”

“Oh Sugar,” I hugged her as she cried her eyes out. I may not like Doflamingo with his illegal dealings, but hearing her cry about what was happening couldn’t make me hate her. She is just a small child, not presented, and being bullied. Even today, kids can be so cruel when picking on someone weaker than themselves.

“Bunny, do you know this kid?” Perona bent at her waist asking confused.

I pulled away from Sugar looking up at Perona, “This is Sugar, she is a part of Doflamingo’s Family.”

“What?!” her dramatic gasped with her hand in front of her mouth.

I turned from Perona’s shock to Sugar as she used her cape to rub her nose on as it was running from crying.

“Sugar, did you run away from school?” She nodded as I sighed. Dropping my head, knowing that I’m going to have to deal with ‘HIM’ even after having a good month of not hearing, seeing, or any of his family members stalking me from a distance. Lifting my head, “Sugar do you have a cell phone on you to call your family?”

Sugar dug into her pocket as she dug out her phone which was the latest model handed it to me which I took. Standing up, I tried to turn the phone on, but it was dead. Damn, I’m going to need to charge this. Looking at Sugar as much as I didn’t want to deal with Doflamingo, I couldn’t leave her here. She could get taken or worst by one of Doflamingo’s enemies which he probably has.

“Sugar,” she looked up at me with teary eyes while I bent down to her again. “Since the phone is dead, how about you come with me and my friend Perona. We were on our way to getting something sweet to drink before heading back to her shop. I can’t leave you here alone, so why don’t we go get something sweet to help calm you down. Then, once the phone is charge, I will talk with your family to let them know you are safe. Does that sound okay?”

She looked down sad, “They’re going to be upset with me.”

“That may be true, but I will let them know what has happened to make you feel like you had to run away. They must be worried about you, but for now lets get you some ice cream and then maybe you can play dress up with Perona.” She seemed happy when I said that, “Really?”

“Yes!” Perona stepped up grinning showing off her outfit which Sugar has stars in her eyes looking at Perona’s outfit. “I own my own Boutique and we can try on some of the cloths! I have a lot of cutesy items you might like”

“Really! That’s awesome!’ Sugar jumped up and down now happy which I smiled at.

Standing up, I held out my hand to her which she took. “Don’t worry Sugar, perona has some really good stuff you may like. Come, lets go get some ice cream.” “YAY!” Both of them cheered as I couldn’t help but shake my head laughing at them.

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It had been an hour since we came back to the shop, Perona immediately began to distract Sugar while I went looking for a charging cord to charge Sugars phone. I was in the back office to see that the phone was now halfway charged so I decided to turn it on. Sugar gave me the passcode so once it was on, a flurry of messages and missed calls began to blow up on the phone. Oh boy, this is going to be a nightmare for me -sighs-.

Before I could even get the contacts, the phone began to ring with Giolla’s name popping up with a picture of her. I grimaced at the sight as it was hurt dressed like a mermaid, obviously she put this image in the phone. Swiping right, I put the phone in my ear before removing it quickly.

“WHERE ON EARTH ARE YOU SUGAR?! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW WORRIED WE ARE!” Giolla yelled from the other side making my ears ring.

Pulling the phone back I spoke annoyed, “Stop yelling she is fine Giolla.”

There was a pause before, “BUNNY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH SUGAR? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER?” Pulling away again I growled at the phone getting irritated by her before I could hear her talking with Doflamingo as he was demanding the phone from her.

“Bunny?” I put the phone back to my ear to hear his voice.

“Yeah, it’s me. Sugar is fine, I have her. I found her in the park crying,” I told him flipping through a magazine Perona had on her desk.

“I see, thank you so much for finding her. Her school called Giolla when she ran off during recess,” Doflamingo’s tone was calm though I could almost feel he was smiling on the other end.

“You might want to talk with Dellinger, and the school staff,” I retorted.

“Why is that?” Doflamingo asked curious.

“Sugar said that Dellinger was bullying her with some of his friends about her not presenting,” I replied.

“Did he now?” I could hear the tone shift in his voice, almost like he was glaring at a certain someone I mentioned.

I continued, “Also Sugar having gone to the staff but pushed her away stating they are on lunch and deal with it herself. On top of that, Sugar states that no one in her family listens to her, and that is why she ran away. Your lucky I found her, and not one of your enemies you have.” “Yes, and I thank you personally for finding her. We had gotten word from her school when they couldn’t find her. It has been nearly three hours, why hadn’t you called me sooner?” he questioned, I feel like his head titled with his tone.

“Her phone was dead, and needed to charge before I could do anything to contact you with her phone,” I replied dryly, leaning back in the chair.

“I see,” I could hear in the background that it sounded like he was opening a door and closing it with Giolla screaming in the background about Sugar, and myself. “Well my dear bunny, where are you so we can pick Sugar up?” “I’m at Perona’s shop on 35th on Lexington, Perona is keeping Sugar busy with playing dress up with some of the designs Perona made for her store.” “Alright we will be over shortly,” I heard him say before I hung up on him. Tossing the phone onto the desk I covered my face groaning. Oh, this is going to suck!

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Time passed before I heard the door slam open from the back office as I heard Giolla yell for Sugar. Rolling my eyes, I put my pencil behind my ear as I got up to head to the front, coming into view of the front of the shop as Giolla was crying while hugging Sugar in a cute outfit by Perona’s picking like a cute little Lolita kitten in pink and white with her cape. Doflamingo was in his famous large, feathered coat while dressed in a slick black business suit with a maroon button up shirt, and black tie. Behind him was Trebol, Diamante, and Dellinger who was pouting who seemed to have had gotten a scowling.

“Do you have any idea how worried we were about you running away?!” I watched as Giolla was shouting at Sugar who looked like she was about to cry.

“Hey!” Everyone looked at me when I shouted as I was angry. I walked over pulled Sugar to me who hugged my legs hiding behind me. “Listen here Giolla you have no right to yell at her when Dellinger was bullying her along with his friends!” I snapped at her as she held her hand to her chest gasping in shock to be actually yelled at.

Her face grew angry pointing her finger at me, “Don’t you yell at me little hussy!”

I slapped her hand away gaining another gasp from her.

“I am no hussy Giolla no should you treat a child like this especially with what she has told me about you and your family in the way you treat her. She is a young six-year-old who may have not presented, but it doesn’t give you the right to shout,” I glared hard at her while she looked stunned to see someone actually stand up to her.

I was ignoring Doflamingo, turning to laugh as he would fine this amusing to him.

I looked at Doflamingo who was straining to keep his grin from widening, “Don’t laugh you prick, as the Head of your Family you should be acting worried that she wasn’t captured by your enemies, and that I was the one to find her.” He nodded stepping towards me bent at the waist a little to my height, “Of course I was worried as we all are Bunny.” “You don’t look like you are so wipe that grin off your face,” he faked a pout before standing up straight with his hands in his pocket.

“How dare you-“ I sent a glare to Giolla who froze from my glare I sent.

“I will speak however I want Giolla, and from what I hear your at home skills are lacking with children seeing how Sugar and Dellinger constantly fight while brushing them off. I have every right to call Social Services-“

“What!” Giolla screeched; my ear went back from her voice hurting my ears.

“Okay I think that is enough,” Doflamingo stepped in front of me with his back to me. “Giolla, we are all worried about Sugar, but for now let’s be happy she is safe, thank Bunny for finding her.” “What?! But she-“ A growl came from Doflamingo as a warning that shut Giolla up before turning to me with a wicked smile on his face while I looked up at him annoyed. “Bunny my dear,-“

“Don’t ‘my dear’ me Doflamingo, I saved your ass from a serious scandal of your missing family member that if anyone knew who she was, could have been in a lot of danger,” I pointed at him.

He placed his hand over his chest, “And I thank you personally Bunny, how can I make it up to you for finding our little Sugar?”

His grin was up but tight, he really doesn’t like owing favors. I smirked up at him while his seemed to lower.

“You can pay for whatever Sugar picks out in this shop,” I grinned with my hands on my hips.

“Really?!” Sugar jumped from behind me with stars in her eyes.

“Ye!” I smiled sweetly at her before grinning like the devil before me. “I can tell you don’t like owing people so whatever she wants you’re paying. Cash only.”

Doflamingo stood straight head tilted to the side thinking.

“Alright.”

“YAY!” What?!” I chuckled seeing Sugar jumping up happy while Giolla was shocked.

“Whatever she picks, its what we owe Bunny for finding her so not another word,” Doflamingo tone was dark as Giolla folded her arms upset but walked away while Sugar was talking to Perona happily who was giggling with her.

“Bunny,” I looked at Doflamingo. “May we talk in private; I have something I wish to discuss with you?” “Fine, oh and Perona,” I called out to Perona who perked up from voice. I smirked at her, “Let her see the Winter Collection.” She grinned back before saluting me, “Can do!”

I grinned up at Doflamingo, “Follow me.”

I went to the back room as I could hear him behind me grumbling with all the fabric everywhere in multiple piles, and unorganized. I pushed the door open as I walked into the office which was small space enough with a small folding chair while I sat down in the old rolling chair leaning back. Watching Doflamingo lower himself to enter the room before looking around not liking what he sees.

“This is an office?” he questioned before adjusting his suit as he sat down.

“Not everyone can have expensive offices Doflamingo, now what do you want from me?” I folded my arms on top of the desk.

Doflamingo reached into his inner suit pocket to pull out a folded packet of papers to hand it to me which I took. “I am offering you a contract to work with me at my company, this is contract.

My mouth opened like I was looking at a crazy person, “I’m sorry, what.”

Doflamingo pointed at the papers in my hand, “That is a special contract I drew up as I want to hire you.”

I stared at him for several moments before throwing my head back laughing, literally holding my sides laughing.

“It isn’t a joke my dear,” Doflamingo grunted out only to jump in his chair when I slammed my hand down on the desk.

“No, I don’t think you get it,” I pointed my coffin manicure nail at him painted black with a silver tip. “Why in the seven levels of hell do you think I will ever want to work for you?”

I picked my vape up inhaling it hard as I left out a large puff of smoke.

“Smoking isn’t good for you Bunny.”

“I say the same thing to you about selling illegal drugs and goods Doflamingo,” I sneered.

“I don’t just sell illegal goods Bunny; I sell fashion, jewelry, art, and many other things,” Doflamingo responded waving his hand to get the smoke away from him.

“Either way, this history between us isn’t good, nor do I want part of your family,” I retorted leaning back while his grin appeared.

“And what if it was good? Would you accept my offer then if you hadn’t figure out who I was?” He slyly spoke almost intrigued.

“By what if you meant it was good? Come into the club, favor me with gifts like some cheap hooker, be my Sugar Daddy? Is that what you’re implying?” I glared at him only to see his grin widen.

“If you wanted to be my Sugar baby then yes, but digging down into the information I have about you since you figured out who I am. I wanted to try the business approach with you, I mean you did say it live you are a ‘Businesswoman’ after all,” he was referring when I was on the View when I was asked about how I handle things such as my money and Perona’s shop.

“Can’t be surprised you’re a fan and have been stalking me on everything I have been doing,” I grunted hitting my vape again.

“Oh, but I loved the talk shows you had been on, and what you have been doing on TikTok. You play beautifully,” I rolled my eyes at him as he was trying to woo me with praise.

“Get to the point or leave,” I snipped at him.

“Fine,” he shifted in his chair grin dropping getting a frown on his face.

“I want you.” “I don’t.”

“Can I finish?” his voice getting deep while restraining his tone while getting upset.

“Fine,” I slumped back in my chair folding my arms under my chest.

His jaw shifted while folding his hands together over his crossed knee, “You have serious skills I want to use for my company. Not only knowing how to doctor documents which I know you can, but also I need someone managing my accounts as Giolla has been busy with raising the kids-“

“Terribly.” I inserted under my breath. I could see his hands tense but didn’t say anything only to continue his speech, “I want you to take the position as the Chief Financial Officer in my many companies I own. That contract has everything lined up from pay to benefits, and more.”

I pressed my lips together staring at him before opening up the right drawer digging in it until I pulled out a red permanent marker while grabbing the contract.

“What is that?” “It’s a red permanent marker, I am going to use it while I read through this contract, and if I find anything I don’t like I am going to cross it out,” I bit the top of the marker before spitting it onto the desk. “Uh,” he was stunned for words as I held my finger up at him to silence him.

“Quiet, I’m reading,” I didn’t look at him as I began to read.

I could hear a small grumble from him which I lips going up in a smirk as I  know my actions were irritating him. Alright, let’s see what we got here. Blah blah, legal details of my involvement yeah that’s gonna be a no. Mark that off, moving down. I read through the first page flipping it over. Really? That may be a lot but that is gonna be marked off with writing a comment. Onto the next, yada yada benefits involving so and so. Nope, mark on that with the sharpie. Mark that, next page. HA! Yeah right, marking that with a comment I know he isn’t going to like. Moving pass this to the next page after a few more marks. I read through the rest of the pages before tossing him the contract which he caught much to his surprise and displeasure.

“Hard pass, that contract is all you, and even with the pay, benefits that contract is more for you than me. Thanks for the offer, but I decline,” I picked up the cap putting it back on the sharpie.

“Bunny, I only give one contract,” his frown was deep as I can hear the displeasure in his voice.

I smiled wickedly sweet with his chin resting on my fingers with my elbows on the desk, “To bad, no thanks. Have a nice day.”

“Bunny, have I not been decent enough with you as well as allowing you to get away with insulting me, but I am literally offering you a deal I will not make with anyone else. You are the only person I want for the job,” he argued keeping his voice level though deeply irritated by my decision.

“Your contract favors mostly you, and frankly with all that you do I want no part in it. If I ever sign a contract, you won’t be able to afford me. Not only that, I will not be your scapegoat in anything so again I am going to pass,” I argued back.

“Then what can I do to get you to sign with me, your skills are being wasted here,” he said looking around judging everything around him.

“Take your glasses off.”

I could tell his eyebrows went up as his ears went straight back, his frown deepened.

“What?”

I smirked tapping my index finger on my left lens of my own glasses, “Take. Your. Glasses. Off. Or are you afraid to show what’s behind that left lens.”

Doflamingo sat there in silence before I saw Giolla coming into the door’s view, “Young Master we are- “before Giolla could finish her sentence, Doflamingo reached out quickly grabbing the door before slamming it in her face. “Okay, we will wait in the car.” I heard her say from behind the door as my smile grew into a wicked grin.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I snickered at his remark. He was definitely restraining himself as I can see the veins in his neck and forehead appear pulsating.

“Really? You want to play that card how funny when your-“

I backed away quickly when Doflamingo went to reach for me only to growl as his face was furious while I was still giggling at him with great pleasure to see him like this.

“Watch your words Bunny-“

“Or what?” I shook my head snarky at him. “Threaten me? Torture me? Beat me? Or what Doflamingo? You afraid for people to know that your-“

“SILENCE!” he bellowed, his teeth clenched tight and bared at me his fist slamming down hard in the desk which shook under his fist.

I stared up at him unimpressed as I was now pissed, “You are just like Enel with your temper.” “I am nothing like that lowlife Bunny,” he leaned down gripping each side of the desk which he towered over.

“You are,” I stood up making him stand up straight with his ears literally almost touching the ceiling as I stared up at him. “Enel was demanding, rude, and thinking he can get anything he wants just because he was an Alpha. Just like you are, which is why I will never sign with you because you remind me of him. Signing with you will be signing with another Devil, a much fouler devil who will sacrifice anyone just to save his and his families ass from the government.”

His jaw shifted with his lip sneered up displeased as he picked up the contract that fell on the floor stuffing it back into his suit.

“This isn’t the end Bunny, I will not stop chasing you till I have you,” he spoke with a dark promise before opening the door storming off.

Slumping down in my chair I dropped my head to the desk, fuck me! Why does he have to be so relenting?! He never stops, and frankly I wish I never had met him that night. He may have looked appealing back then, fun to toy with, but with all that I know I can’t help but hate him. Everything he stands for is what I see as nothing but trouble for myself along with anyone I meet or know. He also knows that if he does anything, I can trace it back to him which could be a problem for him too which he isn’t going to risk all that he has. Sitting up I ran my hand through my hair leaning back in the chair exhausted from dealing with him. His obsession with me is never going away, that I can tell. I have to be the only woman to say ‘no’ to him, let alone insult him to his face. He seriously has some screws loose, at least Sugar got something out of this. Sweet as she is, I still feel bad about her, I was bullied when I was young too until I presented. Though even as an Omega, being picked on and got to my parents moved me to a different school Pops owned. Hopefully, they won’t be too hard on Sugar.

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Doflamingo slammed the door shut to the limo hard making everyone jump as he growled furiously to Lao, “Drive.”

No one said anything as they were wide eyed and scared not seeing the Young Master so furious. His jaw clenched tight as his elbow on the door handle with his fist closed over his lips, ears folded back dangerously low, and his tail flicking up and down aggressively.

‘How dare she say that! There is no way she knows!’ Doflamingo thought, his mind violently racing on whenever she could have found out about his secret that only his most intimate family knows about.

Even throwing the contract back at him was nothing more than an insult when he spent his own personal time typing it up than Senior Pink. That contract was more than enough than what he has ever offered to anyone! The pay alone was twice that of most of his other employees, let alone half of his family would get some of the sales they make, let alone from the drug money they pull in. His fingers pressed to his forehead as he glared through his glasses at the world passing while inside of the car.

“Young Master?” Lao spoke up calmly from the front.

“What!” Doflamingo hissed making everyone tense besides Lao.

“Are you still meeting with ‘him’ or shall I cancel?” Lao asked, which caused Doffy to curse under his breath.

‘Damn, I forgot about that,” Doffy thought, before shaking his head.

“No, drop me off, I can’t cancel that meeting,” Doffy snipped as Lao nodded turning down a street.

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Sitting at a table on the balcony of a rich restaurant overlooking the city sat Doflamingo still pissed as he slammed back the whiskey in his glass waiting for a certain someone to show up. He was still pissed about Bunny turning him down that he asked for whiskey than his usual expensive wine he enjoys needing something stronger to drink.

“Geez, you look pissed,” looking up Doflamingo stared at the man who spoke taking out the chair across from him to sit down was none other than his younger brother Rosinante. He was dressed in a simple black business suit with none of his make-up on his face as the restaurant doesn’t allow it. His hair was down like it was barely brushed from under his hat he usually wears with a frown on his face. His matching blonde cat ears like his brothers was slopped down with his tail matching in color. His reddish-brown eyes stared at his brother looked displeased to be meeting his brother even after shooting him years ago, then even letting him live with only a promise of meeting once a month as long as Rosinante stayed away from Doffy’s dirty business with not crossing him ever again.

“So, what if I am,” Doffy flagged down the waiter as he refilled the glass before leaving after getting Rosi’s drink order. Doflamingo pulled from his pocket tossing him an envelope filled with money which Rosinante took going through counting it.

“Usually, your mood is much better when you’ve been mentioning that Bunny’s womans name,” Rosinante spoke, placing the envelope in his own suit pocket to see his brother’s teeth clench. Rosinante chuckled as his lips turned up as he was amused to see his brother acting the way he was, “So it is about her. What she do now to have you veins pulsing out?”

“She did this,” Doffy hissed taking the contract out tossing it on the table. “She refused to sign the contract, marking it up like some child’s coloring book.”

Rosinante picked up the contract looking over it, he looked impressed, “Wow, she really did mark this up. Oh wow, that’s funny.”

“It isn’t funny Rosinante,” Doffy growled at him.

“Actually, it is,” Rosinante snickered as he flipped through the pages. “You’re upset that someone actually denied you, and that someone you have been trying to pursue to join you who knows about your dirty dealings. You know your tricks are going to work on her, she seems way to smart and almost several steps ahead of you which pissed you off.”

Doffy slammed his fist on the table causing Rosi to jump in his seat, “It isn’t just that! She knows! She fucking found out, and I don’t know how she knows. She even demanded I do ‘that’ just to get her to sign with me.”

Rosinante folded the contract placing it back on the table before him, “And what would ‘that’ you are referring too?”

Rosinante watched as his brothers’ teeth clenched with his fist around the glass in his hand which almost seemed to crack under his grip. “She said to take my glasses off, she knows what’s behind the left lens.”

Rosinante eyes widened in shock as his mouth dropped open. Rosinante is the only one outside of Doffy’s new family who knows what his brother is hiding behind his signature glasses. Something he has been hiding since when they were just kids from that certain time of events that changed everything for them both. An event Doflamingo hates talking about, let alone wanting to revisit. For Bunny to find out on her own is seriously big, let alone demand for Doffy to remove is glasses just to join his company.

“Holy fuck,” Rosi mutter as he put his hand over his mouth hiding his smile from his brother. Rosinante couldn’t help but find it funny to see this situation come up, it was hilarious to see his brother so irritated over the matter.

“Bunny has the skills I want let alone make her Chief partner with the company, I even gave her serious benefits other employees don’t even have!” Doffy slammed his glass down hard on the table making the contents on it shake.

“Have you even read the contract with her comments on it?” Rosi asked, while Doflamingo snatched the contract on the table.

“Yes, I have, and it is appalling. She even stated I was just like Enel! I am nothing like that idiot, she dare compare me to him stating I am overbaring Alpha who gets whatever I want through force,” Doffy complained, Rosi rolled his eyes.

“You do ‘do’ that Doffy, even when we were kids you got whatever you wanted, and growing up like we did. You took things from others using whatever methods you deemed fit just so you can have whatever you wanted, and you’re doing it now with Bunny,” Rosinante pointed out as Doffy glared at him which didn’t phase the younger brother. “Bunny understands and see’s the same thing Enel did to her with you. No matter if you helped her at court, which I’m shocked you even did to this day. Bunny isn’t going to sign with you by you forcing her or threatening her. I’ve seen her on television shows, she is a business woman, but she is far smarter with dealing with you with extreme caution. She doesn’t trust you; she doesn’t trust what you do, what your company does, what drugs you sell, there is just no trust at all.”

“So, what you’re saying I need to get her to trust me?” Doffy grumbled slumping in his chair.

Rosinante shook his head, “I doubt she ever will trust you Doffy, but forcing her isn’t the way to go either. She dealt with that with Enel, and acting like him even though you aren’t him-“Rosi had to put his hands up fast before his brother could go after his with his teeth bared growling. “My advice is that you revisit the contract, and slowly try to get on her good side. Which means you actually have to get to know her, not by using Senior Pink to look up everything about her. Not everything is going to be in simply looking into someone background, and I can’t believe I am saying this.” Rosinante exhaled through his nose, “Actually show some real empathy with her.”

Doflamingo shifted his lower jaw looking away from his brother as he is not the person to show any type of ‘empathy’ to anyone besides his family, but even then, still masks his emotions around. He doesn’t like showing real happy emotion unless it was getting his way and making others miserable with his deals. Doflamingo wasn’t lying when he had interest in Bunny, even thinking back maybe it wouldn’t have been all too bad if she was his Sugar Baby. He has had them in the past but dumped them once they got too attached. Even with gold diggers, he mostly used the women he was with for his own pleasure, but Bunny was different. She was so sly when he met her, even the second time was more exciting that she actually got such a reaction out him he hadn’t had in a very long time. Bunny was defiant, coy, smart, and unafraid of him which many are even when he gets angry. She stands up to him knowing he can’t do anything because she can easily blow the top on him to government officials chasing him down and causing him problems like Tsuru has been doing for years. Yet she doesn’t, she holds the information in her back pocket like a golden ticket to get her or get out jail free card if he ever did anything.

Even her scent was intoxicating to Doffy. Each time she is around her scent fills his nose and sends chills down his body like a good taste of wine filling his gullet. Doflamingo couldn’t understand why he was addicted to such a sweet smell; all he wanted to do was bury his face in her neck to devore everything that Bunny could ever have. It’s becoming a strong obsession to get her to his side, and he was going to get her by his side no matter what. She was his, and Doflamingo gets what he wants.

“I’ll think about what you said, but I make no promises Little Brother,” Doflamingo answered, his temper lessened from thinking about what his brother had told him.

Rosi shrugged, “You barely keep any promise so don’t do anything stupid or you might end up in jail. Now, I’m ordering as I am hungry so call the waiter.”

Doflamingo waved to the waiter as the two ordered and did their once-a-month dinner together before not seeing each other till the next month.

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[chiiyuuvv]

hi hi, me again :D can I request how xikers would react to / be with kids? (maybe reader has little siblings or works with kids?)

XIKERS AND THEIR SIBLINGS °

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Minjae ☆

Minjaes little brothers birthday was coming up so minjae was going to the toy store

Until he realized his brother was picky with his toys

So he dragged his brother along with him👍

The brother immediately pointed at this super expensive toy car

Of course, they bickered, until they came up with an agreement: if minjae buys that car then the brother has to do 3 months worth of chores

Junmin ☆

You and junmin were talking when suddenly you hear screams coming from the other room

His sister were making her barbie dolls fight, and accidentally broke off one of their arms

As you picked her up and patted her back to soothe her, junmin was hurriedly trying to fix up

After a couple minutes, junmin waves around the barbie with a big smile on his face

But when she gets the barbie the leg falls off ♡

Sumin ☆

Sumin was getting ready to go on a date with you

Although this wasn't your first date, he wanted to look perfect for you; thus the reason why he was sitting on his bed, staring at some clothes

His little sister peeped through the door, before busting it open and sitting beside sumin

"I dont know what to wear.." sumin would whisper before his sister jumps up and dives through his pile of clothes

Pulls out a surprisingly good outfit, along with a flower necklace and a few rings ♡

Jinsik ☆

Jinsiks brother wanted to painting a picture to hang up in his room and jinsik wanted to paint a picture for you

Cue dramatic working music XD

So uh.. while they were working jinsiks brother drew a picture of poop and said it was jinsik..

Cue arguement scene..

Their mom walks in to find to colorful yet dirty boys arguing ♡

Hyunwoo ☆

Hyunwoos little sister dragged hyunwoo to the park </3

With a sigh, hyunwoo tried playing with her but she just called him boring </33

Until she met this boy

Hyunwoo was shocked at the amount of pickup lines the little boy gave her, mad that he didnt have those skills

Almost throws up when the boy picked up a flower and tucked it behind her ear ♡

Junghoon ☆

Junghoons mom was sick, and so junghoon was making some soup

Junghoons little brother heard the news, and decided to help him

Normally they would be bickering but this time they were quiet and in sync

As junghoon chopped the celery junghoons brother was dropping the little noodles into the pot

Their mom had came into the kitchen, and almost cried her head out when she saw what was happening ♡

Seeun ☆

Seeuns mom had just texted him that she was coming home soon.

Everything looked clean when seeun let's out a loud scream, finding the living room dirtied by his little brother

Arguement on who should clean the mess <3

Seeun was frantic about cleaning the mess up, so he came up with a game of who could clean the fastest

Seeuns brother won, while seeuns feet was kicked up, not doing anything ♡

Yujun ☆

Yujun was beating you with a pillow when his little sister came knocking on the door

She gasped when she say his actions, immediately defending you

Yujun got annoyed, crossing his arms "why are you in here anyway?"

She was waving around a rubber band, asking for him to tie her hair up

In which yujun does, giving her a soft kiss on the forehead before slapping her with a pillow ♡

Hunter ☆

You and hunter were cuddling in bed when his little sister knocked on the door

It looked like she was crying and her voice was croaking as she rubs her eyes

Hunter immediately dropped you and ran to his baby sis, letting her small hands grab his finger and drag him to her room

You decided to check up on them, watching hunter read her a story, tickling her to make her laugh

Soon after she falls asleep. Hunter tucks her in and gives her a kiss on her forehead ♡

Yechan ☆

Yechan was getting ready to go to the agency when his little brother asked him to come

Yechan was about to decline, when he thought "why not?"

And so, yechan and his brother walk hand and hand into the agency *cue dramatic music again*

Yechan was showing the brother around the place, and taking him to the dancing room (idk what its called) where all the members were

The members were shocked that yechan brought his brother, but even more shocked when yechan was being responsible AND he was being quiet???? ♡

A/n: thank you for request!! And sorry for the long wait 😭

[lutawolf]

I Will Knock You Episode 10 D/s point outs

The D/s element is being broken down by both me and @thequeenofsastiel. Whose post you can find here.

Before we begin, let's talk D/s lifestyle and relationships. While lifestyle and scene D/s might appear similar, they aren't. Yes, there is an unbalanced power play and there is some need for trust, but the lifestyle is 24/7. Nonstop connection. While the control we hold is imbalanced, we ourselves are balanced by our relationship.

For many of us neurodivergent people, it's how we survive in a world that was not created for us. It gives us calm and stability because we always have a connection and life-line. You can truly see this in Noey and Thi's relationship. They both grow into themselves by being together.

Noey realized a long time ago that he wanted to keep the pendant. Aww. "Don't say you love me. Don't ask me to be your boyfriend or be together right now. Not right now, Noey. I'm not ready!" Thi is saying he isn't ready. Which is not surprising. He is slow and steady. He had to come to terms with even liking Noey. Now he has to come to terms with the idea of being with him. Never mind that he technically is already. For Noey's part, he knows that Thi needs time and that he has to make some changes.

I mean, if you watch. When Noey says cheesy things like, "Of course I caught your cold. I'm so stuck on you." It makes Thi giddy. He's happy. Thi is not running from Noey. Look how he says they should go back to the tents, and then he waits on Noey. Noey puts an arm around Thi and Thi immediately returns the gesture.

Time passes: Woot! We are seeing a lot of maturity changes from Noey. He isn't perfect, but he is trying. We find out that his father lived a gangster lifestyle, so we aren't too surprised about Noey now, huh. He picks up and drops Thi off, making sure he is safe and taken care of because he knows Thi has a tendency to get bullied. However, we've seen a growth in Thi too. We see a comfort in how they talk to each other.

Noey is still a thug, but he's a thug making changes. He has to be strong, or he wouldn't be a fit for Thi. Someone who isn't afraid to be tough against those that try to hurt Thi, but also someone who can be tough with him. I love Noey and Thiw's friendship. I really do. I just need Thiw to find a reason to stop the thug life too.

Noey is respecting the boundary Thi set for the temple fair. It's Thi that crosses his own rules. Because he wants to spend that time with Noey. The fair was such a fun watch, there were huge moments of love and support between them both. When Noey helped him at the games. The grabbing the rope to make the stuffy into a backpack. Bringing all the stuff to sit and watch the movie. When he wiped his tears. Noey's first thoughts are on how he can support his submissive, and that's what a good Dom does. It's not the oldest taking care of Thi, but very much the other way around.

When Thiw shows up. Noey doesn't run off. His first priority is his submissive. Then we see Phayu. Really, Phayu, I'm so done with you. I love how Thi, smiles when Phayu misses one, because he knows Noey won't. Well, and also because he wants to go on that ride with Noey. See Thi wants Noey just as much, but he is afraid of a lot, it's typical deep sub. They get stuck in their anxiety and fear change. That Dominant personality really helps them past these hurdles.

Noey gives him the necklace. When he says, "And belongs with me." We don't hear a peep from Thi. No objections. It's only when Noey tells him that he loves him. Why? Because it's new. He needs one thing at a time. And in all honesty, it was really a token upset. You get to the fireworks and the boys are all smiles and happy.

Then shit hits the fan. I will say that even in this we see maturity. He tells them not to talk about people unrelated. Tries to take the fight away from the people he cares about. Yet, shit really hits the fan and all the people he cares about are done with his thug lifestyle. I think we are about to see some huge changes from him in this next episode.

As a sub, Thi isn't there yet. I'm hoping that we see that in the next episode. A true sub will do anything for their Dom. They find their fire and confidence due to them. Hopefully we see that next.

Okay, I see where people are thinking there will be a time jump. Watching the next episode. Seeing where, he says thank you for tutoring me up till now. Then we see them dancing. I'm gonna be honest. If they really were to separate, in real life, they wouldn't wait on each other. True D/s relationships will fight hard for their relationship before they will ever give it up. Then, if they have to, they won't do well without that counterbalance, so they usually don't stay single. Like I've said previously, I've already prepared my kids for the fact that if something were to happen to me, that their dad wouldn't mourn long. He would be finding another Dom fast. Not because he doesn't love me or loved me, but because he needs that.

I'm really hoping, since they've done such an amazing job at keep the D/s real. They continue to do so and don't separate them. Hope you guys enjoyed this. 💜💜💜

[pueraeternal]

There are no spoilers but lots of subtle references to the web comic "Leviathan" . I wanted this to be a lighthearted romp for Charon but could not let slide her troubled past.

Splash splash

“Vroom Vroom”

Splash splash

“Vroom vroo…”

Charon paused, and turned her ear to listen

Knock Knock, and a faint voice “Room Service”.

She quickly stood up in the bath tub w/ paddle in hand, looked at it, not knowing what to do, laid it across the towel rack above the toilet.

She walked barefoot to the door, leaving a trail of puddles behind.  Once at the door, she looked through the peephole.  On the other side was a young bell hop holding a domed silver tray and rocking on his heels.   His head turned sharply towards the door, looking at the peephole said quizzically “room service?”.  Charon answered back, “leave the mouth items by the door, no speaking, back away slowly”.  The young man tilted his head, smiled and thought to himself “play along, its only a summer job, I don't need to impress anyone”.  He did as directed, laid the tray down.  Stood back up, tilted his bellhop hat forward, made finger gun motions and stepped backwards in a cross step until he was out site of the peep hole.  Coincidentally,  once out of each others site, both said quietly to themselves “what a strange person”.  Charon waited, ensuring the hallway was empty of backward walking finger gun totin bell boys.  One can never be too cautious.  She opened the door and reached down to retrieve the tray.  At that moment, a older couple walked by, very touristy by their looks, he wore a flower print button up short sleeve shirt and she a colorful kaftan.  Charon eyed them cautiously, and curiosity started to get the better of her.

Why were they staring?

Why did they break their stride to edge along the far wall as they walked past?

Why did she say “Close your eyes harold”

Charon took the moment in and then addressed a memory that seemed to be trying to get her attention.  Like a kitten wanting food, or a dog needing to go for a walk…something nagged at her. “Aha, Virgilius’s voice, now its coming to me”  He said, “do not forget modesty when in public”.  At that point she squealed, stepped back into her room, closed the door,  leaned her back on it holding the tray. She waited a good minute, before looking through the peep hole again. The coast was clear, all that was left were remnants of that embarrassing memory.

Charon, made her way to the Bed and sat the tray down on the desk next to it, picked up two small packages by her suitcase, then back to the bathroom putting the gifts on the counter. She surveyed the scene, gasped and quickly reached in the tub to rescue Bongy who lay face down in the water. "Mommy said never play in the bath alone" and gave him a slight scold w/ her finger. She then pulled him close to her chest and squeezed hard, nuzzling her face into his. This caused more water to spill onto the floor. Unperturbed by the puddles at her feet, she set bongy a down on the counter, quickly got dressed. Her robe slipped overhead easily, the mitre atop her head then addressed the packages. One was wrapped in plain brown paper, it was smaller than her fist. The other was shiny w/ a bow on it, the size of the small box she kept her mementos in on Memphi. She opened the shiny wrapped gift first. Inside was a pink box labeled "Macy K". She lifted it open, there were tubes, and small round cases all hues of pink, red and some skin colors. Inside was a card.

Charon grabbed a red tube from inside and applied its color to her face. After a few minutes looked at herself.

She gave Bongy a stern look, "Charon sees the smirk in your eyes naughty boy". After a vigorous face wash she opened the smaller package. This one was from Virgilius. Inside was a necklace, with two stones, one blue, the other red and heart shaped. Between them both was a gold tag w/ family written on it. Charon liked this gift the best. She held it up to the light, admiring it, then brought it close to her heart and kept it there w/ her eyes closed for a moment.

"Charon does not understand the meaning, but it makes her happy".

She put it on, making sure it was tucked under her robe for no one else to see.

Once Bongy was good and dry w/ the hair dryer. She made her way to the desk and chair to sit and eat. Under the silver dome was a plate of delicacies. Many she had never seen or tasted before. Life on Memphi under Faust and Virgilius's care was bleak, lacking color and flavor. Breathing in deeply, this smelled amazing to her face holes. She reached for a bar w/ yellow and lime green layers. Gave it a smell and took a small bite. Charon smiled, her first in a while.

"When Charon grows up, she will try all the flavors in the world"

Stay tuned for part two

[saint-viscera]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫: 𝐄𝐫𝐨𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐞

CW’s- disturbing themes such as hints of murder and graphic violence, slightly a bit suggestive at the end but it’s to understand the characters dynamics and it’s not descriptive cus I’m a minor**. This is a horror story, reader discretion advised.

Rufus had always loved hunting. Not for sport, but for the thrill of chasing something, watching it breathe hard, almost feeling the life seep out of it before the final strike. To him, that was the purest form of control—having someone completely in his grasp, when they were scared. But Amma was different. She wasn’t prey; she was something more.

He watched her in the water, eyes tracking the slow ripple of her arms, the lazy flutter of her legs. She moved like water—slipping through his fingers, never quite in his hold. But tonight, he’d make sure she understood what he knew all along. They were meant to be.

She climbed out of the lake, dripping, her skin shimmering under the moonlight. For a moment, he stood still. She caught him staring, and smiled, but there was a hesitation in her green eyes, the kind that had always stayed whenever he got close.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, her voice softer, sensing the shift in the air between them.

“Nothing,” he replied, taking a slow step forward. “Just thinking about you.”

Her brow furrowed, the smile fading into a frown. “Thinking about me?”

He nodded, closing the distance, his pulse quickening. “Yeah. About how beautiful you are. How much I love you.”

A flicker of uncertainty crossed her face. “Rufus, you’re not making any damn sense.”

His grin was slow, forced, the smile not reaching his eyes. “It’s just like that story I told you, remember? Eros and Psyche.”

Amma paused, her body tensing slightly. “What about it?”

“Eros loved Psyche even when she couldn’t see him. They were meant to be together, even though they had to go through all kinds of trials to understand it. That’s us, Amma. It’s always been us. I could kill anyone who hurt you, Whoever made you like this, I’d kill them just to make you smile more”.

Her lips parted, her eyes scanning his face for a moment. “Rufus…”

He remembered when she’d elbowed him in the gut the third day they spent together after the long bus rides. Since then she’d opened up to him , only if she allowed it. Like when he bought her ice cones and she let him share the dye on her tongue. That was what he was searching for in all the girls he’d killed, and carved up in his shed. Amma was different from all of them. She carved him necklaces out of bone and squeezed his nape when he got out of turn. Rufus hadn’t lived before her.

He stepped closer, his voice low but intense. “I love you, Amma. Just like Eros loved Psyche. We’re supposed to be together. You’ll see that, just like she did.”

Amma held his gaze, her posture stiffening as if readying herself for something. “Rufus… this isn’t a story. You know that, right?”

“I know,” he whispered, his breath warm against her skin. “But love’s not easy.” The knife in his pocket felt heavy but he wasn’t planning on using it till tomorrow. Now, he wanted to remember her fully, and maybe it would be easier for him to bury his knife into her chest. Take her heart for his and no one else’s . Rufus wrote it down in the journal he wouldn’t let her peep at. It was his sacred plan.

“Sometimes you have to fight for love .Just like those gods did.”

The tension between them thickened, the night air growing heavier. Amma shifted her weight, her muscles taut beneath her skin. She’d always been tough, always tried to keep her distance. But Rufus didn’t mind. He liked it when she pushed back.

She stepped closer instead of pulling away, surprising him. “Do you really believe that?” she asked, her voice firm but quiet.

“More than anything,” he answered, his eyes locked onto hers, rabid and frenzied. “I love you so, so much, it makes me do crazy things , Amma. And I’ll prove it.”

There was fear in her eyes, and something more dangerous—he couldn’t place. Her lips curved slightly, but the smile didn’t reach her eyes.

“Then, don’t let me go”.

As the humid night closed in on them, there was no tenderness in his touch, only hunger—a need to be closer, as though he could live beneath her skin. With her, Rufus felt himself die again and again. Whatever this was, it was wild, it stung and kissed like it was the end of the world and she was the apocalypse itself.

When it was over, Rufus laid against her , drenched in sweat and musk. Amma’s hand tangled in his hair, braiding it slowly. Rufus chewed on cherries he had kept in a knapsack for them to snack on. He was thinking about tomorrow. He had touched her now, and she hadn’t pushed him away. She loved him. Rufus knew it, just like he knew the freckles on her back.

There was a bite mark at the nape of his neck that she had left. It drew blood, but Rufus didn’t care. he was hers now. Still, it pained him that she wasn’t his yet. He had to do what he had done to rest of them, it was the only way.

Tomorrow, he’d make her his by stabbing her heart and pulling it out. Only for his to keep.

She wouldn’t leave him this way. Not even in death.

[ronancexists]

Hi everyone! I'm sorry I haven't posted anything for Ronancetober in a little while, but I've kinda been in a depressive state lately because it's coming up on one year since we put our dog down 🥺. Anyways, I just wanted to apologize and explain why I haven't posted anything. I'll be posting Day 7 and Day 8 today so I'll be back on track for Day 9 tomorrow, so keep an eye out for those! Without further ado, here's day 7 of Ronancetober!

Day 7: Under the Sea

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” Robin murmured to Steve, arms crossed over her chest defensively.

“It's too late to turn back now,” he argued in a low tone so no passerby could hear.

“Remind me why we agreed to this?” she asked, eyes swiveling every which way, looking for anyone who might cause them trouble.

“We didn't. King’s orders.”

“And we always follow the King’s orders, right?” Robin inquired sarcastically, disdain clear as day in her voice.

Steve sighed in exasperation, looking over at his friend with a frown prominent on his face. “You know that I don't like this anymore than you do.”

“I know,” Robin said, also lowering her voice so they wouldn't be overheard lest they attract unwanted attention. “I just…I don't want to live this way anymore. I want to be free to be myself and go wherever I please.”

“Me too, Robbie. More than anything,” Steve whispered, reaching over to tangle their fingers together, squeezing her hand reassuringly.

“Let’s get this over with,” Robin said, having softened a bit after Steve had locked hands with her.

With an exchanged nod, the two of them cautiously approached the surface of the sea by the docks in Hawkins. Their heads were barely visible underneath the cover of the night as they quietly swam below the docks, their tails not even making a peep as they cut through the currents that were under the sea with ease. They lifted themselves up to peek in on the people who were at the docks through the slats in the wood that made up the pier.

Their assignment was to observe the humans up above and report back once they had figured out how exactly they were managing to get so close to the discovery of their underwater kingdom. It was a mission that required the utmost stealth, which is something Steve and Robin only possessed in spades. They knew it was doomed to fail from the start, but they had no choice in the matter as they had disobeyed the king’s orders to remain in the palace until they could decipher what the humans were up to and why they wanted to get to their kingdom.

Robin and Steve ducked under the surface just in time for a pair of eyes as blue as the very sea they were in to peer through the slats of the boardwalk. Despite not needing to, Robin held her breath, swearing those eyes were staring directly at the spot she was currently hiding in. They seemingly stared at Robin’s spot for a few more moments before they disappeared. Robin and Steve waited for a few seconds to be safe, and when they were sure the human was gone, they resurfaced.

“We’re totally dead meat out here,” Steve whispered frantically as more and more people began walking above them, the wood creaking under the force and the chatter rising to an almost unbearable volume.

“No, we aren't,” Robin said, reaching for the egg-shaped necklace that laid against her chest.

“Absolutely not. Nope, don't want to hear it. We’re not using it,” Steve protested sternly, worry filling his eyes at the prospect. “You know that magic is the only thing keeping you here, right? The more you deplete it, the less likely chance there is of you surviving that curse.”

“I know my curse,” Robin scolded. “But what does it say about me if I kept it for selfish reasons rather than using it to help protect the kingdom? Rather than using it to help you and Max and Dustin and Lucas and Erica?”

Steve ran a hand over his face in resignation. “I still don’t like it.”

“Neither do I. It’s like you said. We don’t have much of a choice.”

“Alright. But If there's any sign of you changing, I'm getting us out of there. Understood?”

“Understood,” she echoed, the two of them diving under once more to head to a secluded cave near the shore they used to change to their human form. It was something only the two of them did and only when they were absolutely sure they could do so without the king’s knowledge. If he were to ever hear of it, they would be banished from the merkingdom for good.

“Ready?” Steve asked after they had gotten dressed, looking mildly uncomfortable that Robin was using her magic to transform them into humans.

“Ready.”

With that, the two of them set off for the shore, extremely wary of the fact that any one of the humans could spot them emerging from the ocean at any second. They shared a look of tentative triumph when they reached the beach, quickly shucking on their sandals so they didn’t stand out by not wearing shoes. After all, they had done this multiple times before, so they were quite familiar with the ways humans dressed and interacted.

“That pub is probably our best bet,” Robin said, ignoring the urge to gag as people kept complimenting her and Steve on being such a cute couple as their hands were interlocked with one another. It was their cover whenever they were traipsing alongside humans. They were a couple who had been together for years and were on their honeymoon which consisted of taking a road trip around the world.

“That pub is filled to the brim with pirates. You sure you want to risk being in there?”

“Nope,” Robin replied definitively, pushing the door open and gesturing for Steve to go in, causing the smell of ale and the loud chatter to spill through. “But we’re going in anyways.”

They shared a look of uncertainty as they wove their way through the crowd, sidestepping servers and brushing past drunken pirates. Robin froze as a hand shot out and gripped her wrist tightly, pulling her towards him.

“Such a pretty thing. Would ya be interested in coming te me ship with me? I can make it worth yer while.” He said, a dangerous smile combined with a lustful look in his eyes. His crew was cheering him on, hooting and hollering and causing a ruckus.

“No thank you,” Robin said, tugging to try and free herself from his grasp. Even if she was interested in men, he would be the last on her list. His beard was scraggly and fell down to his chest, his hair was entirely too greasy, and he was quite the unattractive figure with yellow teeth and a pot belly. Not to mention the way he reeked of ale.

His eyes darkened as he stood up, towering at least a good few inches above her. “I asked if ye would be interested in coming te me ship with me.”

“And I said no,” Robin repeated, staring at him defiantly, ignoring the pang of fear that shot through her as Steve was nowhere in sight. He’d probably gone ahead to scout an empty table for them.

“So yer a feisty one, eh? I love me a feisty woman,” he said, licking his lips.

“Let me go,” she demanded.

“No. Yer coming with me,” he growled, beginning to tug her out of the pub.

“Let me go!” Robin screeched, eyes looking around desperately for anyone who would help.

“You heard the lady. Let her go,” a voice from the back of the pub stated.

Robin noticed how the entire pub seemed to come to a stop at the stranger’s voice. She turned to see where it had come from, tilting her head in curiosity as the figure began approaching the two of them.

“Stay outta this, you wench,” the man sneered, eyes widening fearfully as the mysterious woman finally looked up from underneath the brim of her hat.

“I won’t repeat myself again,” the woman said, anger dancing in her beautiful blue eyes that were illuminated by the fire roaring nearby. “Let. Her. Go.”

Robin’s breath hitched in her throat. The mysterious woman was gorgeous. She cut a lean, intimidating figure in her outfit, which consisted of brown trousers, a white linen shirt that cut off at her elbows, displaying her taut muscles and showed a hint of cleavage, a brown belt with a sheath which the handle of a sword was visible (which one of her hands was resting on) attached, a classic black pirate hat resting atop her head, the brim of which was red and the front held an insignia Robin didn’t recognize. A dark red cloak with a gold chain that fastened across her chest tied the outfit together.

Curly brown tresses framed her face perfectly, showing off the sharp lines of her cheekbones. Brilliant blue eyes which sparkled as fierce as the sea on a stormy day, danger lurking within. Freckles were lightly scattered across her cheeks, seeming to shine against her fair colored skin. Thin lips that looked as though they would be as soft as a flower petal if a kiss were to be placed upon them.

It was safe to say Robin was instantly enchanted with her rescuer.

“C-Captain Wh-Wheeler, it’s such a pleasure to see ya. I wasn’t expectin to run into ye today,” the pirate stammered, loosening his grip on Robin significantly.

“Then I suppose today is your lucky day,” Captain Wheeler said, a satisfied smirk tugging on her lips. “Release the lady at once. That is, unless you’d like to challenge me for her.”

“Sh-she’s all yours,” he said hastily, practically shoving Robin into Captain Wheeler’s arms, who easily caught her with one hand around her waist as the other continued pointing her sword directly at the pirate.

Robin swallowed heavily at the feeling of the captain’s hand resting on her hip in a protective manner, a tingling sensation shooting from the other woman’s fingers all over Robin’s body.

“Now, apologize to the lady and leave this place at once. And please, refrain yourself from harassing any other women, regardless of my presence.”

“Y-y-yes Cap’n. I apologize deeply m-ma’am,” he stuttered, bowing deeply before running out the door with his tail tucked between his legs, his crew hot on his heels.

“Are you alright?” Captain Wheeler asked once she had sheathed her sword, turning her attention to the rather attractive woman in her arms. She couldn’t help but to let her eyes briefly travel down the young lady’s body in admiration. She looked up to meet a pair of striking blue eyes. They were duller than her own but still managed to sparkle within the dim glow of the pub.

“Yeah, I am. Thank you,” Robin said, internally celebrating as she hadn’t stuttered or rambled in front of the very pretty pirate captain.

“You’re quite welcome. I’m sorry to say I never caught your name.”

“Robin Buckley. And you’re Captain Wheeler. You seem to have quite the reputation around here.”

The captain smirked. “Indeed I do, but you may call me Nancy. Tell me, what’s a ravishing lady like yourself doing alone in a roguish place like this?”

The mermaid cursed the insanely attractive pirate in her head as she blushed so fiercely the tips of her ears turned red. “I’m not alone, actually. My best friend is around here somewhere.”

“Robin!”

Nancy let go of the hold she had maintained around Robin’s waist the entire time as Steve reached them and practically tackled Robin into a hug. Both women felt a pang of disappointment at the loss of being pressed so close to one another, though they didn’t show it.

“Are you alright? You aren’t hurt, are you? I ought to beat the living daylights out of that nasty, good for nothing—”

“Steve,” Robin interrupted, placing her hands on his shoulders to calm him down. “I’d like to introduce you to Captain Nancy Wheeler. She’s the one that stopped him.”

Nancy tipped her hat in greeting. “You must be the best friend.”

Steve nodded. “I’m Steve Harrington. Thank you so much for helping her. I don’t know what I would’ve done if he had managed to get away with her.”

“The pleasure was all mine. Though, if you don’t mind my saying so, you two don’t look like pirates. What business do you have here?”

Robin and Steve hesitated, exchanging looks with one another that only they could read. “We—uh—well you see—the thing is—umm—”

“We need an escort,” Robin blurted out.

Captain Wheeler arched an eyebrow. “An escort?”

“Yes,” Robin said, nodding rapidly. “You see, we’ve heard that the king is searching for the merkingdom and is offering a hefty amount to those who bring the discovery to him.”

“Yes, and we wish to be the ones to bring that discovery to him,” Steve added, putting on his brightest this-is-total-bullshit-but-I-can’t-do-anything-except-go-along-with-it-so-I-need-to-be-convincing smile.

“You two wish to find the long lost underwater Kingdom of Hawkins?” Nancy inquired, looking between the two of them disbelievingly.

“Exactly.”

Captain Wheeler grinned a rather dangerous grin, one that made Robin want to swoon and collapse into her well-defined arms. “Sounds like quite the adventure. When shall we set sail?”