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lumiolivier · 11 days ago

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Unearthing the Treasure

Series: One Piece

Chapter: One Shot

Word Count: 14521

Rating: T

Pairing(s): Cross Guild x Reader (YN)

a/n: Hi! Ever wonder how it is you ended up with the Cross Guild in the first place? Well...This is how.

You remember that feeling. The chill in the air, the freezing water, and you had lost any and all will to fight. You were exhausted. You were thirsty. You were hungry. And what was left of your ship floated underneath you, barely keeping you afloat. You didn’t catch the name of the pirates that destroyed your ship, but you were just a simple shipping vessel. You were only trying to get to your next port. And yet, your crew was gone. Your supply was gone. And your ship was on its way to the bottom of the ocean. With the exception of the little piece you were using as a paddleboard. But you didn’t have it in you anymore. You weren’t going to fight. You were going to close your eyes and let the sea take you.

Until you felt land underneath you instead of your driftwood. Until your driftwood turned to sand. Until you saw the shadowy outline of three giants in front of you. But you didn’t have the energy to fight them. Once you saw them, you were already slipping out of consciousness. And before the three figures could come into focus, you were gone. You were done. There was no hope left. There was no sense left in fighting a battle you had already lost.

Until you woke up again. Surely, this was some sort of afterlife. Surely, you were washed away with the tide. Surely, you were dead. But you knew one thing for certain. You were warm. You were comfortable in a warm bed. This must have been some semblance of afterlife. You opened your eyes and you were surrounded by rich, luxurious fabrics hanging from the windows, blocking out most of the sunlight. Your bed had never felt so comfortable, but it was a bed unfamiliar all the same. And yet, brilliant shades of deep blues and purples surrounded you. You weren’t sure where you were, but for the time being, in the quiet of the room, you were grateful.

Until that comfortable feeling was no longer comfortable. As you woke up, you started to feel every little ache and pain in your body. The vicious bite of the sea had finally sunk in. Your hips felt out of place and your shoulders were beyond strained. But that was the least of your worries. Because you noticed something else was out of place. The pajamas on your body were not on you when you washed ashore. They weren’t even yours. Were they? You didn’t think they were yours. Then again, who knew how long you had been out at sea? Certainly not you. You had lost track of how many times you had seen the sun rise and set.

But you were still so lost. Where were you? What happened? How did you get into such a beautiful room? And how did you end up in warm, dry clothes? Was it one of the three giants you had seen on the beach? And what did they have planned for you? Certainly, they weren’t going to be happy with you washing up on their beach. You were trespassing in all technicality. But what other option did you have? It’s not like you were going to be picked up by a Marine ship. They didn’t come to save you when you were being trashed by pirates. They weren’t going to help you now.

You wanted to get up and get out of bed. However, the pains in your body told you otherwise. Everything felt like it was out of place. Like you were a puzzle that was swatted off the table by a particularly sassy cat. But something reignited in you. A new will to live. A drive to keep on fighting no matter what. But you still didn’t know what happened. You still didn’t know where those giants were hiding or if they had anything planned for you. But you knew you still needed to leave.

“Huh…She’s kind of cute. I can see why they brought you in.”

Immediately, you jumped, not expecting to hear a sudden voice out of nowhere. But all you could do was scream in pain. You didn’t care about the voice anymore, but that pain…That pain was the worst. And the weakness in your body certainly wasn’t doing you any favors. You fell back down to the bed and writhed in your silk sheets. With every jolt, your will to live started to decrease again. And right now, death would’ve appeared to you as a welcomed friend.

“Shh…” a man came in and gently settled you down, “I know, dear. I know. It can’t be very comfortable for you right now, but you need to rest some more. You came ashore in such a dreadful state. Go on. Get some rest.”

The voice was oddly soothing. Something about it felt warm. And safe. And like nothing could hurt you. And those were the voices you feared the most. Because they were always attached to some of the most dangerous men you had ever met. Comforting and soothing, sure, but that wasn’t enough to lower your guard, “Who…?”

“Shh…” a hand went up to your forehead. You wanted to open your eyes, but the warm hand on your forehead felt far too good, “It’s alright. I know you have questions. And we do, too. But in due time, darling. For now, you need to get some rest. And certain young ladies don’t need to be poking around in business that isn’t hers.”

“You’re no fun!” that voice from earlier whined.

“And you’re a nuisance to our guest,” he shot her down, “Go on. Leave her alone.”

“But was I wrong? She is kind of a cutie.”

“Perona…”

“Fine, fine. I’m leaving. Buzzkill…”

“As for you,” the man spoke softly, “Get some more rest. We’ll try eating in a little while. Ok?”

“Ok…” you didn’t have any energy. You just…weren’t there. You were still wildly disoriented from your days adrift at sea. So, you did as you were told. You shut your eyes again and you got more rest. You didn’t know who the man was. You didn’t know why he was helping you. But in that moment, you couldn’t have been more grateful for his kindness. A complete stranger was nice enough to let you in for the evening…Morning. Yes. It was definitely morning. With that bright, blinding sun, it’d be concerning if that was considered nighttime. But you had a roof over your head and a warm bed to sleep in. And soon enough, you’d have a meal in your stomach, too.

When you woke up again, it was still daylight. You weren’t sure how much daylight you had left, but if you had to fathom a guess, it was somewhere late in the afternoon. You wondered to yourself how long you had slept, but your aches and pains were not a welcomed distraction. As strange as it may sound with your sunburned shoulders, you still wanted to feel the warmth of that sun. When you weren’t completely surrounded by water on all sides. Later, you decided. You could see that sun again later. For now, you felt your stomach caving in on itself.

“And who do you think you are to say we can’t keep her?” your savior’s voice carried into your room. Outside the door maybe? You weren’t entirely sure, but you kept listening, “It’s my fucking house.”

“Think about it.” Another voice…Another savior? Or worse, someone wanting to throw you back? “If we keep it, then we have to take care of it. If we have to take care of it, that means less for us. Do you not see that?”

“She’s just shipwrecked.” A third voice broke in. Would this be the voice of reason or would he be an executioner, too? “We can make sure she’s back to fighting shape. Then, we can take her to the nearest port, drop her off, and let her fend for herself. Is that something we can all agree on?”

“You don’t understand,” your savior put his foot down. And every inch of your body wanted to squeal out in pride. Yet, you knew better. Two of the three men outside your door wanted to give you the boot. You couldn’t let any of them know you were awake, “She’s…I don’t know. Neither one of you have met her yet. If you two meet her, you’ll see things my way. I know you will.”

“My god…” the more selfish one of the three scoffed, “Are you really thinking with your dick right now?”

“What? No! That’s absurd!”

“Are you sure about that? Because one man’s absurd is another man’s boner. In this case, it’s yours. Are you fucking serious?”

“Look…If I bring her to the drawing room, will you two pull the thongs out of your asses?”

“Excuse me?”

“Hey! Only one of us is wearing a thong, thank you.”

“Could’ve went the rest of my life without knowing you wore them in the first place.”

You scrambled to bundle yourself back up in your bed, swaddled in the blankets like a newborn baby. They couldn’t know you were awake. You lay perfectly still in your bed in a position you could’ve been in for hours. How would they know? It’s not like they were regularly checking up on you. As far as you knew. It’s not like they were poking their heads in the room, just to make sure you were still breathing. As far as you knew. Everything was fine. What do you mean, they were just talking about you? Of course, they weren’t. You didn’t hear anything. It was probably someone else they rescued from the beach. Not you.

“I know you’re awake, sweetie.” There was that voice again! It was a girl’s voice. Soft, ethereal even, “Hey! I said, I know you’re awake!”

You dropped the act and looked around the room, “Where are you?”

“I’m right here.” A girl materialized seemingly out of nowhere. You weren’t expecting this doll like creature to pop up, “Hi.”

“Who the hell are you?” You gripped your sheets tight, sweating a bit.

“Please,” the girl brushed you off and made herself comfortable at your bedside. Because personal space didn’t exist, “I’m not going to hurt you. Neither is anyone else here. No matter what you might have heard. They’re all teddy bears whether they want to admit it or not.”

“You still didn’t answer my question,” you pointed out, “Who are you?”

“You can call me Perona,” she introduced herself, “Hey, wait a minute! You’re the one living in my house and yet, you’re the one barking questions at me? No, no, no. That’s not how this works.”

“Your house?” you looked at her strangely, remembering what your savior had said, “I don’t think this is your house.”

“Trust me,” Perona rolled her eyes at you, “It is. This is my house. Now, more importantly, who the hell are you? If we’re going to be so crass to each other.”

“YN…” you told her, “I’m sorry. I’m a little fuzzy yet.”

“Well,” Perona sighed out, kicking her feet up in your bed, “Mihawk sure has taken a shine to you, hasn’t he?”

“Mihawk?” you wondered. Mihawk, Mihawk…The name sounded so familiar to you, but you couldn’t put your finger on why.

“You’ve had to have heard of Mihawk in some stretch of the imagination,” Perona giggled, “I mean, he’s the greatest swordsman in the world. Second, if you ask his protégé, but Mihawk still lives and breathes, so what’s that tell you?”

“That he’s still the greatest swordsman in the world?”

“Bingo,” Perona started to rise from your bed, still comfortably on her back, “Let’s see…Who else could I tell you about?”

“Perona…” your savior had finally rejoined you. And you got a better look at those pretty gold eyes that melted you to your core, “What are you doing in here? I thought I told you to leave her alone.”

“I’m just making friends,” Perona groaned, “Really and truly, Mihawk, you don’t need to be the buzzkill. YN and me are besties now. And you’re jealous.”

“Go,” he ordered.

“Well, YN,” Perona floated off, “It was nice meeting you. We really should hang out more often. I’ll be back later when you don’t have someone else killing the vibe, K?”

“Ok…” You weren’t entirely sure what to think about Perona. She was sweet. You’ll give her that much. She was a lot, though, too. Not that you were totally complaining. You could see the two of you becoming friends. Eventually.

“I’m sorry about that,” he sat at your bedside, “She can be quite the handful. Especially when we have new guests.”

“Is that what I am?” you wondered, “Am I a guest?”

“Yes,” he assured you, “What’s your name, darling?”

“It’s YN…” you introduced yourself, “What about you?”

“Really?” he looked at you strangely, “You don’t know who I am? I really did think I was much more well known than that.”

“Perona called you Mihawk…” you remembered. You remembered more than you thought you did, “Are you, by any chance, Dracule Mihawk?”

“Yes, I am,” he cracked a little smile, “And this is my castle. This is Kuraigana Island.”

“Kuraigana Island?” You didn’t remember drifting out this far.

“Yes,” Mihawk pushed your hair out of your face, “You really have been through it, haven’t you?”

“I have no intentions on staying here longer than I have to,” you blurted out, “The second I’m all better, I’ll leave and we can pretend like this never happened.”

“No, no, no,” Mihawk settled you, “Where did I ever say that? You stay here as long as you need to.”

“And then,” you reiterated, “I’ll leave. I don’t need to be a burden on you.”

“You’re not a burden,” Mihawk took your cheek into his palm, “You’re alright. You don’t need to waste your energy on such silly notions. I’m sure this is a stupid question, but are you hungry? Would you care for something to eat?”

“Please,” your voice was soft and meager, but the thought of eating something flashed in your brain like a neon sign. You needed something, anything in your stomach. Something to settle it from that long drift at sea.

“When was the last time you ate something?” Mihawk dug in his pocket.

“It’s…” you bit your lip, bracing yourself for what would likely be a verbal lashing for the century, “It’s been a few days.”

“Then, we’ll start with something small,” Mihawk pulled out a small packet of rice crackers, his inkling of your starvation proving correct, “If you can keep these down, then I’ll give you more. But I want you to wait a little bit between eating. Is that alright with you?”

“That’s fine,” you tried hard not to greedily grab for those rice crackers, but considering it had been days since you last ate, you were hungry. The voracity took over and you gladly inhaled those rice crackers.

“Easy…” Until Mihawk stopped you, fully prepared for a chomp in his arm, “If you eat these too fast, you will throw them up and that’s not a mess I feel like cleaning up today. Do we understand?”

Something about his firm hand coming down on you like that sent a strange tingle down your spine. And just as he insisted, you started to savor those crackers a little more. And you managed to actually taste them. The mild saltiness brought tears to your eyes and a little smile to your face, “These taste like shit…”

“Excuse me?” Mihawk clutched his chest, “I go out of my way to give you…”

But he stopped himself, noticing those tears streaming down your face as you continue to eat them. No matter how much they tasted like cardboard, “They’re so bad…But they’re keeping me alive. Maybe it’s like you…”

“Wait,” Mihawk tried to wrap his head around your metaphor, but it fell incredibly flat, “I think you’re still delirious, dear. Perhaps you should get some more sleep.”

“No,” you shook your head, “I know who you are, Marine hunter Dracule Mihawk…I know what you’ve done…What you’re capable of. You could commit such atrocities for the most trivial reasons without batting an eye. But you’re still taking care of me. And I’m still grateful for you, despite what sins you’ve committed in your lifetime.”

Mihawk blinked a couple times, intrigued by your insight. Albeit confused by your metaphor and still a bit insulted you compared him to something so bland and simple like a rice cracker, “Would you like some more crackers, YN?”

“Yes, please.”

“Of course,” Mihawk gave you a little smile and another packet of rice crackers. You savored this packet more than the last. Mihawk put a hand on your shoulder, “Good girl. Keep those down, alright? I’m going to get you something more substantial, ok?”

“Ok,” you nodded.

“Is there anything specific you’d like?” Mihawk asked.

“If you have any,” you hoped, “Could you bring me an orange?”

“Of course,” Mihawk left your bedside and you continued to eat your crackers in peace. Sure, they still tasted like cardboard, but they were your cardboard. And they were keeping you alive.

“He really is a sweetheart once you get to know him,” Perona reappeared the moment that door closed.

“Perona,” you jumped a bit, “If you’re going to come in here when Mihawk leaves, you have to start wearing a bell or something.”

“I’m sure I can find a bell around here,” she offered, “I’ll ring the bell every time I’m in here.”

“Thank you,” you felt your heart rate get back to normal.

“I stand by what I said, though,” Perona laid back down in your bed next to you. Because, again, personal space isn’t a thing, “Mihawk can be a sweetheart when he wants to be one. And there’s something about you, apparently, that gets to him.”

“I called him a rice cracker…”

“I heard,” Perona winced, “But the explanation saved it. You know…If you were looking to go that direction.”

“Which direction?” you scratched your head.

“Come on, YN,” Perona scoffed, “You can’t tell me you don’t see where this is going. You two would be cute together.”

“I feel like I just came out of a fucking coma!” you squeaked, “The last thing I’m thinking about is a relationship.”

“Everything is a relationship,” Perona explained, “Right now, we have a relationship. It’s whether or not you want it to be something more than just platonic. I could see you two having a little something, something, though. Besides, a good lay might be just what he needs to get the stick out of his ass. His last boyfriend was kind of a lush, so he had to back off from that, but even when he came around, Mihawk would always mellow out for a while. He needs that again.”

“Alright, alright,” you settled her, “Let’s get one thing straight. Right now, I’m not interested.”

“But…?” Perona nudged you along, “Come on, YN. Look at the man. I wouldn’t even think about it. He’s kind of like a weird father figure situation with me. Same thing with his protégé. He’s like my pain in the ass little brother. But that’s our dynamic. You can’t tell me Mihawk’s not a good looking man.”

“Oh, yes, he is,” you nodded, drooling a little bit before snapping yourself out of your schoolgirl-esque haze, “But that’s beside the point. That’s not something I need right now. I don’t need to be in a relationship. I need to focus on getting better and getting the hell out of here.”

“Wait…” Perona’s heart started to crack, “You’re…You’re really going to leave here?”

“This isn’t my house,” you reminded her, “This is your house. I know Mihawk said I could stay here as long as I needed to. Key word. Need. Once I’m all better, I won’t need to be here anymore. So, I guess I’d just leave after that.”

“No!” Perona latched onto your arm. You weren’t thinking she’d reach that far, but here you were, “Don’t go yet, YN. Don’t get me wrong. I miss the days when it was just Mihawk and me, but ever since the others got here, I have hardly anyone to be catty with. Mihawk’s always busy with the other two. I need someone else, too! Please? Please don’t go.”

“I’m still going to be here for a while,” you settled her, “I’m sure. I mean, I still feel like shit. And Mihawk’s keeping a close eye on me.”

“Not close enough to shoo me out of here,” Perona shrugged, “But I digress.”

“I’m not going anywhere yet,” you promised, “But I’m sure there’s going to come a day where I’ll leave here and probably never come back. The sea is a vast place and I’m not even sure which way I took to get here.”

“Fate,” Perona grabbed your hands, “Fate brought you here. Fate brought you here to be my best friend. We can’t deny fate like this, YN. It has been writ. The die cast. All that. We’re fate bonded. You’re not leaving and I have a new bestie. That’s how this works.”

Now, you understood a little better what Mihawk meant when he said Perona was a handful. Because Perona was, in fact, a handful, “Tell you what, Perona. I’ll make you a deal.”

“A deal?” she started to calm down a bit, your proposal intriguing, “What kind of deal?”

“For as long as I’m here,” you promised, “We can be best friends. What that entails is entirely up to you. And yet, what that also entails is healthy personal space and not you up my ass all the time. Just throwing that out there now.”

“Alright, alright,” Perona laid her head on your shoulder, her pink curls in your face, “I get it. But we still get to be best friends, right?”

And who were you to fight it? It’s not like your energy was up there from a couple of rice crackers, “Of course, Perona.”

“Yay!” And just like that, you had a new best friend. She may have been a little parasitic, but look at that cute little face. You couldn’t tell her no, “This is the beginning of a beautiful friendship, YN. I promise you that.”

“Perona, what the hell are you doing?” Mihawk had rejoined you with a couple of big oranges in his hands as he promised.

“Hanging out with my new best friend,” Perona stuck to your side like glue, “Why?”

“I told you to leave her be,” Mihawk scolded her.

But being Perona’s new best friend, you stepped in, “It’s alright, Mihawk. She can stay. There’s nothing wrong here. Besides, I don’t mind the company.”

“You need to be resting, YN,” Mihawk’s sternness was suddenly on you.

“Right now,” you pointed out, “I thought you said I needed to get something in my stomach.”

“That, I did,” Mihawk agreed, peeling your orange for you, “How have you taken to the rice crackers?”

“Keeping them down,” you reported, reaching out for a piece of orange, “Please? Mihawk, I’m still hungry. Rice crackers are not going to be enough.”

“Alright,” Mihawk gave you your orange and let you eat some more, “Eat it slowly. This is a little more acidic than the rice crackers.”

The sweetness of your orange made you smile, “Thank you.”

“Better than the rice crackers, I’m assuming?” Mihawk smiled back. Only a little. Not enough to catch Perona’s attention.

“Yes,” you giggled a bit, “Much better. But the rice crackers have their place, too.”

“Good to hear,” Mihawk sat next to you. On the side that wasn’t very clearly taken up by Perona. However, he shot her a quick glare, “YN, do you think you could call off your guard kitten please? I’d like to speak with you alone.”

“Anything you say in front of her,” Perona didn’t budge, “You can say in front of me. And if you can’t, it’s not worth you saying at all.”

“Perona…” Mihawk ordered, “Leave.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Perona latched onto your arm.

“Don’t make me do this the hard way…”

“You wouldn’t…”

You weren’t sure what kind of argument you had yourself caught in the middle of, but chances are, it would be in your own best interest to stay out of it.

“You know I would,” Mihawk smirked.

“You’re bluffing.” Perona kept her guard up.

“Abite, Spiritus Perona. Ite vexas aliquem alium…”

“Ow!” Perona winced. You noticed a little cloud of smoke come up from her shoulders, “That was just plain rude. Using an exorcism on me…Weren’t you taught better?”

“I was taught how to deal with exasperating ghost princesses,” Mihawk grinned, “Now, are you going to leave?”

“Fine,” Perona hugged you tight, “If he tries anything stupid, YN, feel free to yell for me.”

“I will, Perona,” you promised. However, you had a feeling that if Mihawk were to do something stupid, he would’ve done it by now. And as quickly as she appeared, Perona disappeared.

“I swear,” Mihawk let out a heavy, exasperated sigh, “I should really consider warding the room. But more important task at hand.”

“What was that?” you wondered, your head still spinning from where you were and how you got there. Things had only gotten worse since you woke up.

“A mild exorcism,” Mihawk explained, “Perona has a thing about ghosts. And when her ghosts hurt, she hurts. Regardless of that, we still have more important matters to discuss.”

“I’ll tell you the same thing I told Perona,” you cut to the chase, “When I’m all better, all I’ll ask for is a ride. Then, you’ll never have to deal with me again.”

Mihawk looked at you strangely, not sure where your sudden declaration was coming from, “Who ever said anything about me dealing with you? I’ve been taking care of you, dear. Nothing more, nothing less. I don’t deal with you. Some of my associates, I deal with them. The World Government whenever I have to, I deal with them. I don’t deal with you. Actually, if you’re feeling up to it, I have two of my associates here. They live in this castle, too. They’d like to meet you. Is that alright?”

Sure. Those associates that wanted you gone. But Mihawk didn’t know you knew that. With the way things were going, the only ones who still wanted you in the castle were Mihawk and Perona. And Perona was much more adamant about it than Mihawk. You couldn’t let Mihawk know you were eavesdropping on their earlier conversation, but he could feel it. There was something not entirely right here. Your apprehension had him worried.

“It’s alright,” Mihawk took your hand, “If I didn’t trust them…at least a little…I wouldn’t be letting you meet them. And if it’s you staying here that has you worried, they don’t have the final say in that. I do. You will stay here as long as you need to. And if you’d like to stay any longer after that, it’s entirely up to you. Ok?”

“Ok,” you gave him a little nod, “I want to meet the others.”

“That’s good,” Mihawk praised, taking your hand, “If you’d like, I can bring them here.”

“No,” you shook your head, doing your best to curry favor in the other directions, “They don’t need to see where I’ve been recovering. It’s ok. I’m sure there’s somewhere in this place for meetings like this. Some kind of boardroom.”

“Come with me,” Mihawk helped you onto your feet. You stumbled a few steps, but that was to be expected. You didn’t know how long you had been in that bed or how much rest your legs needed after kicking as long as you did or how much pressure was on them from the sea. Mihawk held you steady as your muscle memory started to kick in, “Are you alright to walk on your own?”

“I should be,” you held onto Mihawk’s arm to get yourself steady again. Slowly, you started to let go. As you took your first unassisted steps, you were ok again. You weren’t sure how long it would last, but you knew you were ok, “How far are we going?”

“Not very,” Mihawk assured you, “It’s not like we’re going up stairs. We’re staying on this floor.”

“And,” you wondered, “Which floor are we on?”

“The second,” Mihawk still took your arm, “Where all the bedrooms are.”

“How many are there?” you watched as Mihawk pushed the door open.

“You had to ask,” Mihawk started counting under his breath, “Let’s see…There’s eight.”

“Did you ever live here by yourself?”

“At one time, yes,” Mihawk nodded, “But then, Perona moved in. My associates decided to stay a few nights in the guest rooms and never left. I have someone else that comes around every so often to try and kill me, so he needed a place to sleep while we were training, too. And now, I only have a few guest rooms left, so I don’t live here alone anymore.”

“That’s good,” you rested your head on Mihawk’s shoulder as the two of you continued down the hall. Until his words finally sunk in, “Wait, wait, wait, what do you mean, you have someone come around that tries to kill you?!”

“Just that,” Mihawk played it off, “He begged me to take him on as a sort of mentor and I did. And for as long as he can remember, he’s wanted to best me in combat. So, when he arrives, he typically tries to kill me. I end up stopping him every time. Although, he is getting better. I will admit that. But of course, he is. I train him. But he comes inside. We have lunch. Perona runs him for a while when I have other things to do. Then, he ends up passing out with a bottle of sake and we call it an evening. He’s really not that bad once you get to know him. Granted, his walls are a hundred feet high and made of solid concrete, but he’s not bad. Not overly a fan of those he chooses to surround himself with, personally, but I’d be lying if I said they didn’t intrigue me. In their own special ways.”

“And,” you couldn’t help yourself. Your curiosity burned within you, “Do you ever know when your alleged student assassin is going to show up?”

“Sometimes, he calls beforehand,” Mihawk shrugged, “But I don’t typically hold my breath for that one.”

“Is he a pirate, too?”

“Mmhm,” Mihawk nodded, “Does it make you nervous?”

“Hm?” you weren’t sure where he was going with this, but you stayed on regardless.

“Does it make you nervous to be in a castle full of pirates?” Mihawk asked, “Because you are, you know.”

“When I was a kid,” you cracked a little smile, “I was always told pirates were evil. That there was no such thing as a pirate you could trust.”

“That’s not true,” Mihawk stepped in, “That’s not entirely true. If you really wanted someone you couldn’t entirely trust…”

“It’s the World Government?” you assumed, “I know. The same World Government who hammers the idea that pirates are evil, that pirates are scum, that pirates aren’t trustable, unlovable…And yet, the Warlords are a thing…And pirates can’t be trusted?”

“Huh…” Mihawk smiled a bit, “You certainly are interesting, aren’t you?”

“I got a little sleep recently,” you started letting go of Mihawk’s arm again, trying to take a few steps on your own. Before you could fall again, Mihawk caught you.

“And perhaps,” Mihawk decided, “You still need more. But please. Go on. What has you so apprehensive about the World Government?”

“I think they’re hypocritical,” you brushed him off, “You tell us how pirates are so awful and yet, you keep some in your back pocket? For what? Just in case? For a rainy day? And it’s funny. Because every time I tried to flag down a Marine vessel, they all ignored me.”

“We didn’t exactly come in and save you either, YN,” Mihawk pointed out, “You washed up on my beach.”

“And instead of throwing me back into the water,” you argued, “You brought me in here, gave me a warm bed to sleep in and shitty rice crackers to get my strength back.”

“Be grateful they weren’t stale…” Mihawk hid a little laugh. As well as what he could anyway.

You knew right then and there. You were going to like it here.

Mihawk brought you into what looked like an old library. All the books lining the walls made your heart melt, all of them on a million different subjects. You could be lost in here for days and be perfectly content. You couldn’t believe something like this existed in Mihawk’s castle, but then again, after him saying he used to live here alone, you couldn’t think of a better companion than a book. Even though you and Mihawk were really starting to hit it off.

But that’s when you saw them…

Those were familiar faces.

At your last delivery port, you always made it a point to check the local bulletin boards to see the wanted posters. And you knew those faces. The annoyed glare of Sir Crocodile…The sparkling eye of Buggy the Clown…You knew those faces. And you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like what you saw…When they were on the wanted posters. Seeing them in person was a whole different story. You could feel it right then and there. Your legs were going to give out again. And much like last time, Mihawk made sure to catch you.

“Come,” Mihawk steadied you onto a nearby chair, “Sit. Are you alright?”

“You’re such a mother hen, Mihawk,” Crocodile rolled his eyes, letting out a cloud of smoke from his mouth.

“She was adrift for God only knows how long,” Mihawk argued, taking your side, “Honestly, Crocodile, are you that devoid of empathy?”

“Not entirely,” Crocodile brushed him off, “In this case, I don’t see where she needs it.”

“Wow,” you mumbled to yourself, mildly insulted, “What a pleasure to meet you, too.”

“Excuse me?” Crocodile’s ear pricked up, “Did you say something, girl?”

“What?” you scoffed, holding back a little fear. You knew you had Mihawk on your side if need be. And just as scary, you had Perona, too. You’d be safe, “I don’t think it’s empathy he’s devoid of, Mihawk. I think it’s basic manners.”

You earned a cheap laugh out of Buggy, “Damn, Croccy. She put your in your place already. I like her…Please, call me Buggy.”

“See?” you pointed out, “The clown gets it. It’s wonderful to meet you, Buggy.”

“YN…” Mihawk pulled you back, “I wouldn’t be so chummy with the clown…”

“Why?” you asked.

“Because,” Mihawk explained, “He wanted to get rid of you as soon as possible. I wouldn’t get too close.”

“He’s probably harmless,” you shook him off.

“So, new kid,” Buggy slid between Mihawk and you, “What’s your name? I’m sure you have one of those. Or do you not remember?”

“It’s YN,” you told him. Suddenly, you felt a hand on your shoulder that was not Mihawk’s. And Buggy sat across from you. Crocodile’s ego was too bruised to even consider your existence. You looked over at Buggy who seemed to be missing something, “Uh…Is this your hand?”

“Aren’t devil fruits just the neatest?” Buggy’s hand gave the most twiddly fingered wave. If he wouldn’t have mentioned a devil fruit, you would’ve been screaming. But you knew how those worked, “What happened to your ship? What brought you all the way out here?”

“The sea did,” you remembered, “We were attacked by pirates. The ship fell apart. I drifted here.”

“Do you remember the last place you were docked?” Mihawk asked.

“Not really,” you shrugged, “I mean, I worked on a shipping vessel. All our ports run together in my…HEY!”

“OW!” Mihawk’s hand immediately grabbed Buggy’s from under the table, his grip tightening with every passing breath, “Ow, ow, ow, ow…Mihawk…Ok…I give. That hurts. Please. Let me go. Let me go.”

“What the fuck kind of cheap trick were you attempting, clown?” Mihawk held Buggy’s disembodied hand down on the table, pulling a dagger from around his neck.

“It was no trick!” Buggy lied through his teeth while you swore you could still feel something crawling on your thigh, “Sometimes, when my hands come off, they get a mind of their own, you kn-OW!”

Mihawk’s dagger stood straight up in the middle of Buggy’s hand, “Would you like to try that again? This time, perhaps you could try honesty instead.”

“Is it a crime to make her feel a little better?” Buggy whined, “Please, Mihawk, take the dagger out.”

“Not until your hand learns to control itself,” Mihawk snapped, “And did she ask you to make her feel better?”

“Well…No, but…”

“Did she ask you to put your hand on her thigh?” Mihawk twisted his dagger a little more.

“FUUUUUUUCK!” Buggy screeched, “No!”

“Now,” Mihawk continued to coldly stab into Buggy’s hand, “Do you see what happens when someone does something to someone else’s body without asking?”

“Yes!” Buggy whimpered, “Yes, I get it!”

“Do you like when I do something to you without asking?” Mihawk’s tone was oddly calm. You weren’t sure what to think about it, but you did appreciate him taking your side.

“No!” Buggy groaned, “Alright, Mihawk, fuck! Take this out!”

“If you insist,” Mihawk grabbed the handle of his dagger, “Now, will your hand learn to control itself?”

“Yes…”

“Very good,” Mihawk yanked out the dagger as Buggy’s hand flew back to the rest of his body, “Now, would you look at that, Buggy? You got blood all over my nice table. That’s just as bad as Crocodile putting his cigars out in the arms of my chairs. What a shame. You need to clean that up.”

“You’re a dick, Hawky!” Buggy got up to likely find a towel…maybe some bandages.

“Yes, yes,” Mihawk let it go, “Love you, too.”

“Pain in the ass, that clown…” Crocodile grumbled.

“He is,” Mihawk sighed out, “But what are you going to do? He’s our pain in the ass clown. You see, YN, every now and then, when either Crocodile or I need to blow off some steam, we have a habit of using Buggy to do that.”

“Really?” you had a million and one ideas of how that could go. You weren’t sure how to feel about it, but whatever they had to do.

“Mmhm,” Mihawk nodded, “The chop chop fruit…a fascinating fruit that one is. Buggy’s body can fall apart in any way imaginable. I can cut him to ribbons and he’ll reform every time. Granted, he’ll still be the same pain in our ass he’s always been, but the catharsis is there. Crocodile likes to take his head off and work on his drive with it. It’s getting better.”

“It’s YN, right?” Crocodile lit up another cigar. You could’ve sworn he just had one.

“Yes,” you perked up, wondering what Crocodile had to say, “Did you have something to ask me?”

“I did,” Crocodile nodded, looking over to Mihawk.

“Fuck no,” Mihawk shot him down, “Not happening.”

“It’s fine, Mihawk,” Crocodile promised, keeping you in the dark entirely.

“It’s not fine,” Mihawk stood his ground, “I’m not doing it.”

“What is it?” you asked, treading lightly.

“He’s trying to get me to leave you two alone,” Mihawk told you, “I’m not going anywhere.”

“It’s ok, Mihawk,” you called him off, earning a little trust with Crocodile, “I can handle it. I’ve already had Buggy try to grab me. I think that was a good enough deterrent for Crocodile doing anything stupid.”

“Well…” You could see it all over Mihawk’s face. He had such misgivings about it. And yet, he trusted you. You weren’t going to do anything stupid. He knew that off the bat. It wasn’t you he didn’t trust at this point. And yet, Mihawk had his ways, “Alright. I’ll go find our dumbass clown.”

“Thank you,” you let him go.

“But YN,” Mihawk added, keeping his voice down in your ear, “If he gets a single step out of line, I want you to yell for Perona. Do you understand?”

“Mmhm.”

“Good girl,” Mihawk shot one last warning glare toward Crocodile and left the two of you alone.

Things were quiet between you. Of course, they were. Crocodile wasn’t exactly a man of many words to begin with. He could negotiate with the best of them. There was no doubt. But you…You perplexed him. You infuriated him. And yet, you intrigued him all the same. Much like you did with Mihawk, but in a completely different way. You were the most vexing creature he had ever laid eyes on. And yet…He wanted to know more.

“You really did look like shit last night.” Ah, yes. A man of few words, Crocodile was. But whenever those few words came out, they were unnecessarily biting.

“Thank you,” you grumbled sarcastically, “You know how to make a girl feel good.”

“But,” Crocodile moved a little closer to you, “Now, you don’t look too worse for wear. Your color’s coming back. You don’t look like you’re an inch away from death. How are you feeling?”

“Still a little hungry,” you admitted, “Probably dehydrated all to hell. But I should pull through. Where the fuck did that come from?”

“It’s not often someone knocks me back like you did,” Crocodile offered you his hand. His…incredibly large hand, “But you had a little moxie in you. I may not like it in the moment, but in hindsight, I respect it. It’s good to see you have a spine.”

“Even if it feels like it’s in knots right now?” you joked darkly.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Crocodile gave you a respectful nod, “I can see what Mihawk sees in you.”

“Really?” You hardly even saw what Mihawk saw in you. He didn’t strike you as the type to give up trust so easily. But you were grateful he did to you, “And what’s that?”

“Can you stand?” Crocodile asked.

“I can try,” you could feel your arms wobble as you tried pushing yourself up from the chair. Your legs weren’t much better, but you could still try. Even if trying meant failing gracefully into Crocodile’s side.

“Easy…” Crocodile took your hands and held you steady, “You’re not in any pain or anything like that, are you?”

“No,” you shook your head, in both shock and awe that Crocodile was holding you up, “I’m good. Just a few kinks in my back. Other than that, I’m fine.”

“That’s good to hear,” Crocodile held your hands as you continued to try putting one foot in front of the other. And very carefully, he had you walking across the floor again. Still a bit wobbly, but you were walking, “Would you look at that? You might be getting better right before my eyes.”

“Trying to,” you kept your eyes on your feet. Slowly, you felt Crocodile’s grip begin to relax. Once he started to let go, you felt it again. Your legs were going to give out again. And you quickly grabbed his fingers, “Don’t let go!”

“Alright, alright,” Crocodile kept his hold on you, “I’m still here. And Mihawk thought I was going to do something stupid.”

“Which brings me to my next question,” you wondered, “Why did you want us to be alone?”

“Because I wanted to see what you’d do without your scary dog at your side,” Crocodile admitted, “And I can see you still have a spine. I’m not entirely heartless, YN. I know some may think me that way, but I’m not. And I really do see what Mihawk sees in you.”

“Which is…?”

“I’m sure that once you’re a little better,” Crocodile pulled you a little closer, “I bet you’re awfully cute.”

“Excuse me?” you let out a little gasp.

“Mihawk’s a sucker for pretty eyes and a gentle voice,” Crocodile explained, “I can’t say I blame him. You definitely have both. But there’s one thing that I can’t say no to that you just happen to have on you, too.”

“Really?” you started to let Crocodile’s fingers go, testing the waters a bit, “And what’s that?”

But Crocodile wasn’t going to let you go so easily. He grabbed a hold of your jaw, not squeezing enough to cause you pain, but just enough to send a message, “I’m a sucker for a woman with a mouth on her. And look at you, fitting the bill so nicely.”

A short jilt of fear ran through your body. But then, you remembered what Perona said. They weren’t going to hurt you. And that included Crocodile. You were safe in that castle. Even though you were amongst pirates. They weren’t all bad, you told yourself. Just because they may have done some bad things didn’t make them bad at their core. There could still be good in them. Including the large man with his large hands on your face right now.

You weren’t afraid.

“And look at you,” you stood your ground, “Still proving my point. Still not having any basic manners. I thought you said you weren’t going to let go.”

“I still have a hold of you, don’t I?” Crocodile moved his hands back from your jaw to your hands again, “Feeling a little unstable, were you?”

“No,” you shook your head, “But I like the security.”

“You know,” Crocodile gave you a little spin. Slowly, so you didn’t lose balance, “You’re not so bad, Princess. I’m glad you washed up here. Who knows what would’ve happened if the wrong pirates picked you up instead of us?”

“That’s something I try not to think about,” you fell into Crocodile’s chest.

“Easy there,” Crocodile caught you, “Come on. You’ve done enough. You’re going to sit down. Here.”

He pulled up his well cushioned chair and sat you down, “Thank you…”

“Sure,” Crocodile grabbed what used to be your chair and sat with you.

“I’m surprised Mihawk left us alone this long,” you joked a bit, “You were right. He does kind of mother hen me around. But it’s not all bad.”

“Oh?”

You shook your head, “He’s just concerned. There’s nothing wrong with that. Until it gets to the point of overbearing. Then, there’s a problem. I’m sure I can handle that if and/or when the time comes.”

“I don’t know,” Crocodile warned you, “Mihawk can get pretty ruthless. You should see him when his protégé shows up.”

“What happened?” Twenty minutes ago, you were listening to this man tell Mihawk he wanted to drop you off at the next port. You never expected to be sitting alone with him and gossiping about Mihawk.

“There was this one time he shows up,” Crocodile thought back, his feet kicked up on the table, “Mihawk loves a party. I mean, he loves a party. Can’t blame him. Back in Alabasta, that was kind of a nightly thing for me, too. But he shows up, not expecting it to be the day of a party Mihawk had been planning for months. Mihawk was in no mood for a fight. He was too busy doing shit for this party. So, the kid still tries fighting him. Mihawk still wasn’t having it. So, by the third time he tries attacking him, Mihawk grabs this kid by his wrist, drags him down the hall, and I don’t know what happened after that. But I do know he had come in looking like he had been sleeping in a barn for the last month and someone had to put him there after he passed out in the bar. But when that kid came back out, he was completely ready for this party. I felt bad for him. I didn’t think Mihawk would’ve gone that far. But he did. And I have no doubt he’ll go that far with you, too. Just…Be a little on your guard with that one. And he’s got backup.”

“Perona?” you figured, “I know. I’ve already met Perona. She’s a sweetheart.”

“She’s a fucking ball of energy, that one,” Crocodile scoffed, “And you never know where she’s hiding. She could be right here in this very room and we’d never know.”

“Because she is in this room and you wouldn’t know,” Perona chimed in, making herself known, “You didn’t really think Mihawk was going to leave you alone with her like this, did you? Not when you wanted to give her the boot so quickly.”

“What?” Crocodile brushed her off, “I’m not allowed to change my mind now? I hate to say it out loud, but Mihawk was right. She might be worth keeping around for a while.”

“A while?” Perona grabbed your cheeks and mushed them together, “Look at this face, Crocodile. Look at it! In a perfect world, I wouldn’t let her leave.”

“That’s when this turns into a hostage situation, Perona,” you spoke through your mushed up face, “I’m sure I’ll leave one day.”

“But today is not that day,” Perona hugged you tight, “You just woke up. You’re starting to get better. And you just made a new best friend! Why would you want to leave now…?”

“I don’t,” you regained feeling in your jaw, “But you also need to learn what personal space is.”

“Sorry,” Perona giggled a bit, “So…Crocodile…”

“Pain in the ass ghost…” Crocodile shot her a look, “What do you want?”

“You agree with Mihawk for a change?” Perona smirked, “We need to keep YN around?”

“For now,” Crocodile took your hand under the table, “You can’t tell me she wouldn’t make a nice addition around here. Provisionally speaking. I’m not saying she’s joining us. But she’ll be nice to have around. And because I know you’re going to run and tell Mihawk everything you just heard, you can tell him that, too.”

“That was the plan!” Perona took off, presumably to go see Mihawk, “See you later, YN!”

Crocodile slumped back in his chair, “She really is a pain in the ass.”

“And you have to live with her,” you giggled.

“So do you, Princess,” Crocodile pointed out, “At least for now.”

You moved in a little closer, studying Crocodile’s face. You were no idiot. You knew how to find someone’s tells, “Why do you call me Princess?”

“There’s an aura about you, YN,” Crocodile explained, “With the way Mihawk’s been babying you, I’m surprised he doesn’t call you Princess, too. But there’s a way you’ve carried yourself since I saw you. Even on that beach, you had something. Even when I helped carry you to bed, there was something.”

“You…” you stopped him, “You carried me to bed?”

“You had to get from the beach to your bed somehow,” Crocodile nodded, “Yeah. I’m the one that put you to bed. On your bed anyway. After I put you down, Mihawk did the rest. He cleaned up your wounds, got you changed into something dry.”

“Wonderful,” you grumbled to yourself, “So, now I know Mihawk has seen me naked.”

“Actually,” Crocodile figured, “Chances are, it was more like Perona has seen you naked. Mihawk may be many things, but he’s first and foremost a gentleman. A pirate, yeah, but he has a little decorum. And even in dire circumstances, he’s going to make sure your dignity is protected. Lucky you.”

“That’s comforting.” But now, you got to live with the information that Perona has seen you naked. Not that you really cared, but something about it still felt a little invasive. Then again, it was better than sleeping in wet, cold clothes.

“YN?” Mihawk rejoined them, “Is everything alright? I thought I heard Perona in here.”

“You did hear Perona in here,” you nodded.

“It’s nice you send a spy this way, Mihawk,” Crocodile shot him an angry look, “Because of course, we can’t be trusted alone.”

“I never sent anyone,” Mihawk cocked his head, a bit confused.

“Uh-huh…” Crocodile wasn’t buying it, “Because Perona came in here of her own accord. She already told us, Mihawk. You don’t need to keep it a secret.”

“But I didn’t…” It was at that moment, Mihawk knew exactly what happened, “Perona!”

“You call, boss?” Perona poked her head in the door.

“Were you just in here?” Mihawk asked.

“I might have been,” Perona bit her lip, “What about it?”

“It’s the funniest thing,” Mihawk looked at her strangely, “Because according to Crocodile, he said I sent you to keep an eye on YN…”

“I never said that,” Perona lied through her teeth.

“Oh, bullshit, you didn’t!” Crocodile snapped.

“Crocodile,” Mihawk came between them, “Not your place to deal with her. Perona…”

“Alright, alright,” Perona came clean, “I was bored, ok? And worried. Come on, Mihawk, can you blame me? It’s YN. And she was left alone with Crocodile!”

“And what’s so bad about her being left alone with Crocodile?” Crocodile wondered, nursing the wound to his pride, “I don’t want her hurt just as much as you. I wouldn’t have done anything. And you saw that with your own two eyes. You watched as I helped her walk a little more, Perona. Why would I hurt her when she’s already hurt? There’s no honor in that.”

“That’s actually quite comforting to hear from you, Crocodile,” Mihawk let out a little sigh of relief, “I’m sorry for Perona’s actions. I can assure you they won’t happen again. And we will have a conversation later. Do you understand?”

“Whatever…” Perona grumbled to herself. And yet, you sat back and watched it all unfold.

“Regardless,” Mihawk offered a hand to you, “We should get you back to bed. How are you feeling?”

“Better,” you reported, “And Crocodile did help me walk a little. I’m starting to get my leg muscles back.”

“That’s wonderful to hear,” Mihawk smiled a bit, “Come along. Back to bed.”

“Ok,” you pulled yourself up with Mihawk’s assistance and held yourself steady, “It was nice meeting you, Crocodile…”

“You, too, Princess,” Crocodile shot you a wink that you felt right to your core. And you were not mad about it. You knew you were amongst some of the most delightful looking pirates the seas had to offer. And to have the hearts of two out of the three felt like an accomplishment.

Mihawk brought you back to your bed and tucked you in again. You didn’t realize it at the time, but you were starting to feel a little dizzy. Maybe a little more rest would set you back to where you were supposed to be. But for now, you just wanted to lay down. As glad as you were to get your leg muscles back up to strength, you weren’t entirely into the pain jolting through them. It was just them getting back to functioning again. Nothing more. No real damage.

“YN,” Mihawk pushed your hair out of your face, “Could I ask you something?”

“Sure,” you nestled down into your bed, “What’s on your mind?”

“What made Crocodile call you Princess…?” Mihawk wondered, “Because I didn’t think he had pet names in him.”

“He said I gave off a vibe,” you remembered, “Something about how I carried myself.”

“It’s not that I don’t understand it,” Mihawk pulled your blankets over you a little better, “It’s just that…I don’t know. It just felt interesting.”

“Well,” you felt your eyelids grow heavier, “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” he allowed, “Turnabout’s fair play, I suppose.”

“What do you see in me?” you babbled deliriously.

“Excuse me?” Mihawk perked up, not entirely understanding your question.

“Crocodile said he started to understand what you saw in me,” you rubbed your eyes, forcing yourself to stay awake, “So, what do you see in me?”

Mihawk was caught so off guard by your question. It wasn’t often anyone could fully render him speechless. And yet, there was you. He calmly collected himself and his sudden shock turned into a gentle smile, “I see a young lady who had something rather unfortunate happen to her. And yet, despite being in a castle full of pirates, she doesn’t show fear. She shows calm resilience. She mouths off to a former Warlord of the Sea without batting an eye. I have to admire that. And even though it would’ve been so easy for you to let go of that one little piece of your ship you floated here on, you never did. You held on. You may not know why you held on, but you held on. And yes, I understand we don’t know each other very well yet, but I do admire that about you. You’re something special, YN. And I’m glad you washed up on my beach.”

You let out a little yawn, “I’m glad I washed up here, too…”

“Now, that we have that cleared up,” Mihawk put a hand to your cheek, “Get some sleep, ok? We’ll discuss things further in the morning.”

“Ok…” you shut your eyes, “Good night, Mihawk.”

“Good night, darling,” Mihawk closed your curtains and left you to sleep.

And in his little gestures, in his gentle words…You felt safe. Not just with him, but with Crocodile, too. However, you still had yet to feel that safety and comfort with Buggy. Much like Mihawk, you weren’t entirely buying his hands having a mind of their own story either. He was the first one to want to kick you out. He may have changed his mind in the library as you started to talk, but that didn’t give him the right to paw at you the way he did. Still, as uncomfortable as it made you in the moment, you were pretty much over it. It’s not like he got any further than your thigh. And you did feel kind of bad for him after Mihawk ran a blade through his hand. That was just a bit extreme for your tastes.

In the middle of the night, you opened your eyes, feeling the most well rested you’ve been in days. It was the strangest feeling. You knew it was far too early in the morning to consider waking up for the day and yet, going back to sleep felt nearly impossible. So, you did what any other sane, logical person would do. You decided to test the limits of your legs again. This time, you were going to do it all by yourself. You could do it, you told yourself. You were a capable woman. You could manage.

When you stood up, you felt little aches and pains in your legs, but nothing more than that. You were still standing. You didn’t feel like you were going to collapse. You didn’t feel like you were going to lose your balance. You were standing. And despite the pain, it felt wonderful. You were doing it all on your own. And you felt a little proud of yourself. A couple steps unassisted grew your confidence. And before you knew it, you had made a successful lap around the room. You peeked out your window from between the curtains to see the moon still sparkling on the water. It was so hard to believe that a sea so beautiful could be so harsh. A feeling you knew all too well. Since you were this far, you might as well take a little walk around the castle. What else did you have to do?

You made sure you stayed close to the wall, just in case you did fall over. If you had to crawl back to your bed, so be it. But you didn’t need to make a spectacle of it. You paid close attention to the cold stone on your bare feet. The sensation put you at peace. You weren’t sure how long you were going to be in this castle, but for the time being, you weren’t complaining. Even in your old house, you never thought you’d ever see something so extravagant, let alone sleep there, temporarily leave there. It was something beautiful, that was for sure. But then, you heard a thump down the hall. Of course, you flattened yourself against the wall, knowing you were about to be caught.

“Dammit…” That voice…You knew that voice. You couldn’t help but settle your curiosity. Slowly, you made your way down the hall and noticed a light coming from one of the bedrooms.

You poked your head in the room and watched as a beautiful display played out in front of you. Of silk ribbons hanging from the ceiling and a certain clown hanging from them. He flipped and spun and twisted himself around in them in such a masterfully graceful way that you never would’ve expected from the man you met in the library trying to cop a feel. He slid down those ribbons and regained his footing. And that’s when he caught a shadow out of the corner of his eye.

“Hey!” he barked out. Of course, you immediately went into hiding. You did a quick look down the hall, hoping there was something you could hide behind. Something that would make him think he was just seeing things. That there was no one there. And you would be safe. Unfortunately, he found you hiding behind the door, “I don’t do shows for free, sweetheart.”

“I’m sorry,” you winced, “I saw the light down here and…”

“Hey,” Buggy pointed out, “Shouldn’t you be asleep? Could’ve sworn Mihawk tucked you in hours ago.”

“Tried going back to sleep,” you admitted, “But…”

“You couldn’t,” he assumed. He studied you for a moment or two, glancing up and down before finally caving, “Come on. You look like you could use a place to sit for a minute.”

“Do I?” you looked down at Buggy’s heavily bandaged hand. Some of his blood had soaked all the way through. In all honesty, it was strangely comforting. You held onto the knowledge that Mihawk wouldn’t hesitate to hurt Buggy for you tightly.

“Look,” Buggy insisted, “Come in. Don’t come in. It’s up to you. I’m just saying you look like those legs don’t have many miles left on them. Come on. I’m not going to do anything stupid.”

“Are you sure about that?” you hoped, still not entirely trusting him.

You felt a little tap on your shoulder. A singular finger floated next to you. And a little grin stretched across Buggy’s face, “Pinky promise.”

You rolled your eyes at his lame joke, assuming that could’ve only been one of his pinkies, “Alright.”

“Alright,” Buggy took his pinky back and sat you down on the edge of his bed, “So, what’s got you awake?”

“I’ve done enough sleeping,” you shrugged, “It’s all I’ve done all day. With the exception of eating a little. And getting groped by some asshole clown.”

“Yeah…” Buggy winced, “That was me, wasn’t it?”

“It was you…”

“Yeah…” Buggy gnawed on his lip, “Sorry about that. Really and truly. I am sorry, YN. That was stupid of me. And clearly, I’m paying the price.”

“About that…” you asked, “How’s your hand?”

“Hurts like a bitch,” Buggy showed off his stupidity wounds, “Any other night, I’d be hanging upside down on a trapeze, but gripping the bar hurt too much.”

“So…” you got up and ran your hand down his ribbons, “You took to silks instead?”

“Mmhm,” he nodded, “Ever try it?”

“No,” you shook your head, “And right now, I don’t think it’d be the best time for me to try.”

“Not with that attitude, it’s not,” Buggy took you by the hand and held you steady, “I know it seems like it’d be a lot for you with your wiggly legs right now, but you don’t really use much for your legs. Or at least you won’t for what I’d have you doing.”

“And…” you still held onto your skepticism, “What would you have me doing?”

“Something easy,” Buggy tied a knot in the silks at just above his waist, “I’m not going to let you get hurt. Worse than you already are.”

“I’m not really that hurt,” you defended yourself, “I’m just a little sore.”

“I promise this is going to help you get back to sleep,” Buggy swore, “I’ve done this a million times before and it works every time. Come here.”

“What are you doing?” you worried as Buggy’s hands went onto your waist.

“Nothing stupid,” Buggy promised, showing off his bandaged hand, “You really think I want to deal with Mihawk stabbing me again? Not particularly. Just…I know it’s going to be hard for you, but trust me. I’m not going to let you get hurt. I’m not going to do anything stupid. Just…Trust me.”

As much as you didn’t want to, something in you said it was ok. It might have been the multiple stab wounds Buggy sustained to his wandering hand. You let out a little sigh, “Alright. What do you need me to do?”

“First,” Buggy picked you up and sat you on the knot, “Keep your balance. Can you do that much?”

“Mmhm,” you nodded, sitting on the knot, “Is this supposed to feel like a swing?”

“Kind of,” he nodded, “This is the part where it’s about to get weird. Lean back as far as you can. And when you can’t lean back anymore, I want you to wrap your left leg around the left ribbon.”

“Ok…” You weren’t sure where this was going, but you did as he asked. However, you held on tight to the ribbon, afraid to go back any further, “Buggy!”

“It’s alright, it’s alright,” Buggy held your back up, “Like I said, YN, I’m not going to let you fall. Just keep going. I’ll keep you steady. And hold onto the ribbon, too. When you go to wrap your leg in the ribbon, you’re going to wrap inward.”

“Ok…” you leaned back a little more, just enough to get your leg wrapped up, “Now what?”

“You’re going to do the same thing with your right leg,” he guided you, “Wrap it inward.”

“Ok…” you wrapped your right leg just as Buggy told you, “What do I do now?”

“I know this part’s going to seem like the really scary part, but I promise it’s ok,” Buggy assured you, “Let go.”

“Are you fucking high?!” you snapped, “I’m not letting go!”

“YN, it’s ok,” Buggy insisted, “Let go. You’re not going to fall. I know it’s going to feel like you’re going to fall, but you will not go anywhere. I promise you. And if you do, you can yell for Mihawk or Crocodile and they can tear me apart all they want until you’re satisfied. Ok?”

“Ok…” Slowly, but surely, your fingers started to let go of the ribbons. First, your left hand. And once you got used to it on the left side, you started to let go with the right. And very gently, Buggy let you hang upside down. And it made you nervous, “Buggy, I don’t like this.”

“And that’s understandable,” Buggy settled you, “But give it a second.”

“No,” you shook your head, “I don’t like this.”

“But it’s ok,” Buggy put a hand to your cheek, “Shut your eyes if you’re scared.”

You closed your eyes for just a moment. But that’s when it happened. When you started to sway a bit. And the blood rushing to your head put you at ease. You felt your whole body relax. And your eyes opened back up, “Oh…”

“It’s nice, isn’t it?” Buggy smirked a bit, “See? I told you to trust me. I knew what I was doing.”

“This is nice,” you agreed, swinging from the ceiling, “This is weirdly nice. Why does this feel so good?”

“Because you’re getting blood to other parts of your body,” Buggy explained, “That and a lot of blood rushing to your head is bound to make you dizzy a little bit. Kind of like if you were high. And because it’s such a shock to your system, it’ll also help you fall asleep, too.”

“Really?” you wondered.

“How the hell should I know?” Buggy shrugged, “It sounded legit, though, didn’t it? Even though it was just a whole line of bullshit.”

“It did,” you giggled a bit.

“Hey…” Buggy spun you around a little, “By the way, I really am sorry about what happened today. I was being a skeeve and you didn’t need that. Sometimes, I forget there’s a whole person there, too.”

“There is,” you agreed, “But thank you. Consider it forgiven. If this gets me to fall asleep, consider it really forgiven.”

“How you feeling, doll?” Buggy asked, “Getting a little woozy yet?”

“Not yet,” you shut your eyes again, this time, not out of fear. This time, it was more of a peaceful feeling. You could feel your body decompress. Every muscle in your body untensed. And you felt yourself sliding down the ribbons, “Buggy…Buggy!”

“I got you,” Buggy kept holding on, “Tell you what. Why don’t you take your legs out of the ribbons and rock yourself back up on the knot? But slowly or you will yak all over my floor. And quite frankly, I don’t feel like dealing with that tonight.”

“Alright,” you got your legs out of the ribbons and gradually brought yourself up again. Once your vision wasn’t a pinhole anymore, you blinked yourself back into existence, “What the hell was that…?”

“That was more of that blood rush,” Buggy explained, giving you a little push, “How you feeling?”

“Like I could do that again,” you admitted, “It was fun.”

“You didn’t even get to the fun part,” Buggy helped you down, “The fun part is when you start climbing up the ribbons and doing all the fun flips and shit. But that’s a lesson for another night. You, young lady, need to get to bed.”

“Come on,” you whined, “This is too much fun. Don’t make me get down now.”

“No,” Buggy shook his head, “Not that this isn’t fun and not that I don’t want to be the fun uncle that lets you stay up late, eat your weight in sugar, and accidentally rent porn, but you really should get some sleep, K?”

“Fine,” you took his hand and slid down from the knot. The impact you made with the floor sent shockwaves of pain up your legs, “Fuuuuuuck…”

“Are you ok?” Buggy held you steady. But then, he realized and winced on your behalf, “Ooh…Yeah…That’s probably not good for you, is it?”

“No,” you cringed, “No, it’s not.”

“Come on,” Buggy threw you on his back, “Let’s get you back to bed.”

“Thank you,” you draped your arms over his shoulders and laid your head in his shoulder, “I could still probably walk, though.”

“I saw that face, doll,” Buggy pushed his door open. And he suddenly grew quieter, “There’s no way in hell that felt good for any of us. If you don’t have to walk, you don’t need to. I got you.”

“Ok,” you shut your eyes again, “Hey, Buggy?”

“Hmm?”

“Thank you for this,” you hugged him around his neck, “I really do appreciate it.”

“You found me, YN,” Buggy pointed out, “You were the one to come into my room.”

“And you could’ve kicked me out,” you argued, “But you didn’t. Admit it. You don’t want me to go either, do you?”

“For the plain and simple fact that it’d mean getting to watch you do that again,” Buggy admitted, “No. I don’t want you to go. Because I bet you’d get good at it.”

“And then, I’d be available all the time for private shows?” you figured.

“Not a chance,” Buggy grabbed the door to your room, “I wouldn’t do that to you. I might do that a time or two to you.”

“I figured,” you felt Buggy gently put you down on the bed, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Buggy left a little kiss on your forehead, “Get some sleep, alright? We…may need to talk a little more in the morning.”

“About what?” you asked.

“Just…” Buggy backed off, “Get some sleep. You worry about getting better. Got it?”

“Got it,” you smiled a bit, “Good night, Buggy.”

“Night, doll,” Buggy left you alone and started heading back down the hall.

“Look at you, YN…A gentleman caller this late at night? What would Mihawk and Crocodile have to say about that?”

“Hi, Perona,” you weren’t even fazed anymore, “It was just Buggy putting me to bed. It’s not the end of the world.”

“Excuse me?” Perona crawled next to you in your bed, yet again with no regards for personal space. But again, it hardly fazed you anymore. With the way she had been in and out of your room while you’ve recovered, Perona was practically your nurse at this point, “Buggy, the guy who had his hands on you in the library and then, ended up getting violently stabbed by Mihawk in that same hand. That Buggy?”

“He was helping me get to sleep,” you brushed her off, “I needed to go back to sleep. I saw light in Buggy’s room. We talked for a bit. He had me upside down. Everything was fine.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Perona stared you down, “What do you mean, he had you upside down?”

“He had me upside down,” you reiterated, “I was hanging off his silk ribbons and it felt fantastic, Perona. I highly recommend it if you get the chance.”

“Oh, YN,” Perona winced, “You weren’t a victim or anything like that, were you?”

“No,” you rolled your eyes, “I was fine. I was totally ok.”

“So,” Perona hoped, “I don’t have to go back and tell Mihawk about this? Nothing to be worried about?”

“No,” you shook your head, “And if you really wanted to know, when we were in his room, we got to talking and he apologized for being gross. I get an apology. I get help with sleeping. Hell, I didn’t even have to walk back to my room. It’s a good night to be me. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I really would like to go to sleep.”

“I…” Perona was still baffled by the notion that you would’ve even thought about going to Buggy’s room alone. Let alone him apologizing. But still, she conceded, “Ok. Good night, YN.”

“Good night, Perona…” you shut your eyes again, letting sleep finally take you back over.

Of course, you weren’t going to tell Perona about your potential meeting the next morning. That was your business. And possibly Buggy’s. And possibly Mihawk and Crocodile’s, too. But you could let you worry about that tomorrow morning. Present you needed more sleep. And thanks to Buggy hanging you upside down, you were going to be ok. And you’d finally be able to catch some of the most incredibly restful sleep you’ve had since you landed on Kuraigana Island.

However, it felt like it never lasted long enough. The sun started to peek through your curtains and serve as your alarm clock. You were feeling much better than you did the day before. You didn’t feel like your body had just gone through the blender. You felt good. Actually good. That didn’t mean you were immune to odd things happening the moment you woke up. Because you could feel something cold. You expected the warmth from the sun, not a random cold spot.

“Morning, cutie pie…” Nor were you expecting Perona floating over your bed.

You blinked a few times, thinking this was just a weird little dream. But you knew better. You may not have been there long, but you knew enough, “Perona, what the fuck?”

“What?” Perona flopped down into your bed, “I can’t come in to wake you up?”

“I was waking up just fine on my own,” you rolled over, briefly considering going back to sleep. But the bathroom looked much more inviting, “But good morning to you, too, I guess.”

“See?” Perona chirped, “Was that so difficult?”

“Excruciatingly so, yes,” you smiled a bit on the other side of the bathroom door. At least you knew there were places where Perona did have a sense of boundaries. At this point, you were lucky she didn’t follow you into the bathroom like a little puppy.

“Love you, too, YN!” Perona slid down the wall and sat on the floor outside the door, “By the way, I’m not just here on a social call.”

“Really?” you walked out of the bathroom, “And what did you come here for?”

“Mihawk’s in the middle of making breakfast,” Perona explained, “And he wants you to come downstairs as soon as you can. K?”

“I can do that,” you nodded, already with an inkling of what this was all about, “Is everyone else downstairs or is it just me he’s wanting?”

“Everyone else is downstairs, too,” Perona took your hand, “Wait, you got from the bed to the bathroom just fine.”

“Yeah,” you felt a few cracks as you got out of bed again, but they felt way too good to be anything bad, “I did. Maybe being flipped upside down knocked a few things back into place last night. Remind me to kiss that damn clown when I see him.”

“Who would’ve thought it’d help?” Perona shrugged, “So, you don’t need me to hold your hand while you’re walking?”

“I’m not going to overdo it,” you promised, “But no. I think I can manage on my own.”

“Alright,” Perona backed off, “But I’m just saying. Sure, you can walk on flat surfaces, but once you get to those stairs, it’s going to be a bitch.”

“I’ll be fine,” you were already almost to the staircase. And that handrail looked so inviting. Slowly, you took on the steps. One by one. And look at that. You made it downstairs with no problems. Sure, you were a little sore and a little winded, but you managed.

“YN?” Perona started to worry, though, “You good?”

“I’m fine,” you heaved at the end of the railing, “I’m alright. I will be. When did my grandma get here?”

“Your grandma isn’t here, YN…”

“She also died when I was, like, eleven,” you thought back, “I thought you could see ghosts and shit, too.”

“She’s not here, YN,” Perona sat you down on the stairs, “Are you sure you’re ok?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you brushed her off, “I was just fucking with you. Just me being a little dramatic.”

“You’re the worst,” Perona helped you back up onto your feet and brought you into the kitchen.

You didn’t really know what to expect, but this level of extravagance wasn’t it. The whole kitchen was absolutely beautiful. Dark marble counters, copper finishes…It was incredible. And if you didn’t know any better, you’d think there was a garden of fresh herbs growing on the wall. You weren’t complaining. You could feel the energy in that kitchen. There was something special there. And whoever tended to it and used it understood just how special it was.

“Good morning, YN,” Mihawk greeted you, a little smile on his face, “It’s good to see you’re up and about. And all by yourself. I’ll call that a good sign of things to come.”

“Yeah,” you stretched a bit, “Turns out getting a little more sleep and whatever the hell Buggy did for me last night really helped.”

“Hold on,” Mihawk stopped you. What you didn’t realize was both Buggy and Crocodile were comfortably tucked away at the breakfast table near the big window on the other side of the garden wall, “What the fuck did you do last night, Clown? Did you not learn yesterday?”

“I didn’t put a hand on her, Mihawk!” Buggy assured him, “I even told her I was sorry for that. Go on, YN. Tell him.”

“You didn’t put a hand on me last night, Buggy,” you smirked, “You put both hands on me. And I’m pretty sure you gave me a little kiss good night, too.”

“You did what?” Crocodile stepped in, getting just as defensive as Mihawk did.

“You really can’t keep them to yourself, can you?” Mihawk pulled a knife out of the block on the counter, “Go on. Both of them.”

“Easy, boys,” you called them off, “It was all ok. I didn’t tell him no on any accounts. He just helped me get to sleep. I couldn’t sleep last night and Buggy still had lights in his room, so I went down there just so I wasn’t all by myself. We talked, he hung me upside down on his silks, and I went back to bed. I think the little forehead kiss was mostly reflexive. It didn’t seem nefarious. Put the knife down, Mihawk. He doesn’t need matching stab wounds on his hands.”

“Alright,” Mihawk slowly slid the knife back into the block, “Go on. Sit.”

“Whatever you did last night,” Crocodile noticed, helping you into your chair, “It certainly helped fix something in you.”

“Mmhm,” you nodded, “I think being upside down like that helped decompress my spine a little. And it went into my legs. It felt nice in the moment.”

“I’m glad I could help you out,” Buggy shot you a little smile. And for whatever reason, it got to you. It warmed you inside like nothing else. Well…except for maybe one thing…Perhaps two…

“Thank you,” you melted into your seat. But then, reality set back in, “Perona said you wanted to talk, Mihawk.”

“I do,” Mihawk nodded, bringing you a fresh quiche because someone was feeling fancy for breakfast this morning. And you’d be lying if you said it didn’t look absolutely fantastic. Only the best for you, “And I’m sure we can all unanimously agree on this.”

“I see,” you gave him a nod as he served you a piece of this beautifully made spinach quiche, “Well, since I’m all better, I’m sure that after breakfast, you’re going to bring me to the next port, right? Drop me off, probably pick up some supplies for the house, and we go our separate ways, yeah? I mean, I am better now. Once I get a decent meal in me and probably a shower, we’ll take off.”

Never had you ever seen three hearts shatter simultaneously before. And just with a few words. Mihawk sat next to you and took your hand, “No, YN. It’s not like that at all.”

“We’ve been talking all morning,” Crocodile chimed in, “And we think it’d be best if you stayed here for a while.”

“Why?” you wondered, genuinely curious. You already had thought you overstayed your welcome, but this was interesting.

“Because, darling,” Mihawk pulled you a little closer, “We’ve all…Well, let’s just say love doesn’t come easy. To any of us. Buggy’s a pain in the ass. I’ve been on my own for so long that I hardly even remember what the concept is. Crocodile’s last love broke him for a while. But then, something interesting happened. Something absolutely extraordinary.”

“What?” You had a feeling where Mihawk was going with this.

“Some girl decided to wash up on the beach outside our house,” Buggy pointed out, “And that feels too much like a sign.”

“We could’ve just thrown you back in the sea,” Crocodile pointed out, “And yet, we couldn’t.”

“So, we have a little proposal to ask of you,” Mihawk took control again, “We don’t want you to go. If you want to go, that’s understandable. We won’t fight you. We’ll do as you asked and take you to the nearest port. But…”

“If you didn’t want to go that route…” Buggy hoped.

“You could just stay here with us,” Crocodile crossed his fingers, “I’m pretty sure I speak for all of us when I say no one here would say no.”

And there it was. There’s what you were waiting for. But you had some concerns, “So, which one of you would be laying your claims to me?”

“Excuse me?” Mihawk perked up.

“What do you mean, YN?” Crocodile wondered.

“Which one…?” Buggy was just as lost.

“I’m sure there’d have to be some sort of death match amongst the three of you,” you assumed, “So, which one of you would be laying your claims to me?”

“One?” Mihawk pulled you a little closer, “No, no, no, darling. We don’t play those games here. We would all be sharing you equally.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear,” you grinned, “But we’d have to come up with some kind of system. Something to make this fair for everyone. Because I’m not bedhopping every night.”

“That’s fair,” Buggy agreed.

“How about this?” Crocodile thought, “For one week, you stay with one of us. We’ll let you decide what the order will be.”

“Alright,” you could get on board with that, “But for one week, I get to be by myself. The room I’ve been recovering becomes mine. And it’s all to myself.”

“Why one week?” Buggy wondered, “Why do you get a week away from us?”

“I wouldn’t be away from you,” you assured him, holding your face in your hands, “Perona!”

“You call?” Perona apparated seemingly out of nowhere. Something it looked like you were going to have to get used to.

“If I were to move in here a little more permanently,” you asked, “And every week, I bounced between Crocodile, Mihawk, and Buggy’s bedrooms, why do you think there would be a week where I would want my bed all to myself?”

“Oh, duh,” Perona rolled her eyes, “I thought that one would’ve been a given. Yeah, sorry, YN. I kind of necromanced my insides, so I don’t get one of them anymore.”

“Lucky you,” you grumbled, still with a functioning reproductive system that went off like clockwork.

“Oh…” Crocodile figured it out, “That’s understandable.”

“What’s understandable?” Because if you were living in this house, you were going to get them comfortable saying it.

“You want a week off for your period,” Crocodile assumed.

“That’s right,” you applauded, “Good for you, Crocodile. I’m proud of you for figuring that out.”

“I do not miss that…” Crocodile mumbled to himself.

“Hey,” you gave him a light shove, “I don’t ask for it. It just happens. Without my permission. It’s bullshit, I know, but here we are.”

“Regardless,” Crocodile kissed the top of your head as he slid his chair out, “Welcome aboard, YN. Let me know when you make that decision. I’m going to go make a call.”

“Who are you calling?” Mihawk wondered.

“An old friend,” Crocodile brushed him off, “Well, I say friend. More like this little gremlin I know that I need to say thank you to. Yell if you need me.”

“Ok!” Buggy shooed him off, “So, YN. Who are you going to start with?”

You weren’t entirely sure, but you knew one thing for certain. This was about to be the beginning of something wonderful.

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Surprise! | Felix x Reader

❣ In collaboration with @onmykneesforchanlix ❣

❣ Summary: Felix was a cat shifter, living most of his days in his cat form due to unfortunate living circumstances. That is, until you found him one rainy night and his life changed for the better. Years later, he decides that it's time to finally reveal himself to you fully. ❣ ❣ Word Count: 5.5k+ ❣ Warnings: Cat Shifter! Felix, slight Dom! Reader, Pussy Drunk! Felix, smut, slight angst [Felix's life before Reader], fluff, first time as a semi-couple, feminization [Felix wears Reader's clothes], unprotected sex, decryphilia, creampie, begging, praise, desperate/needy love making ❣ ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣ ❣ Additional Tags: Felix is referred to as kitten, Lix, Lixie, fluffy ending ❣ ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist ❣

Felix’s early life wasn’t much to brag about; growing up in an era where animal shifters were being seen less as a threat and more as an equal was a blessing in disguise, but that didn’t mean he had it easy. There was still discrimination, prejudice, and general unease, and even as a cat shifter he wasn’t free from any of them; losing his part time job due to “staff overflow” and his tenant kicking him and multiple shifter families out of their apartment building due to “remodeling”.

His roommates at the time were able to fall back on family members or other friends, but he was by himself in the city, and he didn’t feel comfortable asking them if they could house him until he got back on his feet. So, he tried getting by on his own until he could find new roommates or someone willing to host shifters.

He was able to stay a few nights at a hostel, applying to any place that had a hiring sign while earning his keep by helping the owner of the hostel - however, he wasn’t able to keep it that way for long. Which is how he found himself surviving in his cat form, easier to maintain throughout the night as he slept in worn out boxes off the side of the road.

Then, one rainy night changed his life for the better - the night he met you.

You, who was walking the dark, rainy streets with a broken umbrella and your face tucked as far into your jacket as it could go.

You, who stopped in your tracks when you saw him sleeping in that small, water damaged cardboard box just outside of an alleyway.

You, who scooped him up and tucked him into the free space of your jacket before taking him back to your apartment with the promise of taking care of him for the night.

Well, what started out as one night turned into two years and counting by your side as your loving little orange cat, and he wouldn’t have had it any other way - save for a few key things. The major one being he had yet to reveal his human form to you while you were home.

He figured that you had a feeling about him not being only a cat, from the way he participated in your morning routines with his own tasks - you doing your hair was him grooming himself, you brushing your teeth was him having a dental treat until you left so he could shift and actually brush his teeth - to the way you still had an unopened 16-count of cat food because he preferred eating the dinner you had over any form of gourmet tuna.

But, you never mentioned anything about it, you never even made a sly passing comment despite the way he’d participate in your one-sided conversations with too many coincidental meows or glares whenever you said something he didn’t agree with.

You even wrote out the alphabet on a sheet of paper so he could “pick his own name”, using his small paws to walk over the letters ‘F’ ‘E’ ‘L’ ‘I’ ‘X’ before rubbing his face against the side of yours with a content purr.

All of these events culminated into this moment now, where he was currently sitting on your bed in his human form freshly showered and naked as the day he was born; the pajama shirt you wore that night laid out in front of him.

Tonight was the night Felix was going to show you the real him, the him he hid from you out of fear that you wouldn’t want to keep him around anymore, fear that he’d go from your kitty ‘Lixie’ to just another alley cat.

His plan was simple, really; dress in your clothes to give him the comfort and confidence he needed and surprise you once you got back from work, apologize for not letting you know the night you brought him home, and hope that the kindness you've shown him for the past two years would continue further.

Orange tail swishing behind him with anticipation, he wasted no time in pulling the pink shirt onto his arms before slipping it over his head, quickly engulfing himself in your warm scent and soft cotton.

Smoothing out the top, his soft brown eyes landed on the piece of clothing he forgot he even took out, his human ears turning red at the sight of your white panties laying bright against the blanket.

He didn’t have any clothes at your place, usually reserving himself the grace of either wandering around nude or donning one of your hoodies and a pair of underwear he’d make sure to wash himself before you got home; and this plan had the added point of him wearing something to cover his exposed lower half.

Hence, the white lace panties with pink bows that he was sliding up his pale legs and tucking himself into, finishing off his look for the night.

Perfect.

Sneaking a peek at himself in the mirror near your closet, he felt a low rumble in his chest - the shirt slightly swamped him and the panties’ waistband sat comfortably below his tail to not cause irritation or annoyance, this couldn’t have worked out more perfectly in his favor.

A soft yawn tumbled from his lips and he glanced at the small digital clock you kept on the nightstand; a little less than an hour and a half until you came home, which meant he had more than enough time for a quick nap before his plan would go into effect.

Stretching his arms to the sky with an even bigger yawn, he allowed himself to curl up against your sheets and close his heavy eyelids - content purrs escaping him with each exhale.

“Lixie! I’m home!”

His ears perked up at your voice and he stretched with a big yawn, slowly rolling himself into a sitting position and tiredly rubbing his eye until his brain finally kicked into gear; you were home.

A rush of excitement ran through him as he scrambled onto his knees, hands seated in his lap as he stared at the door in anticipation - his heart thumping hard in his chest.

What were you going to say? Would you still like him as a human? What if he wasn’t pretty enough in his human form?

His ears drooped as he deflated, small hands now anxiously playing with the hem of the shirt that was supposed to be his comfort. He heard you shuffle around the adjacent room, mentally going through the routine he’d seen you do time and time again; keys in dish, shoes at the door, work bag on the chair in the living room.

“Lixie? Where are you, kitten?”

The closer your footsteps grew toward the bedroom door, the more he wished he could shrink in on himself - it wasn't too late to change back, was it? No, no, he wanted you to see him - he wanted to show you the real him.

“Lixie?”

Where was he? He usually greeted you at the door, meowing loudly at you while rubbing himself at your legs. Maybe he was still asleep, curled up on his favourite place, your pillows?

You quietly made your way to the bedroom, your hands resting on the handle for a second before opening the door.

Nothing could’ve prepared you for what happened next.

“Lix-” Your eyes met a familiar warm brown set, but that wasn’t what stopped you in your tracks.

No, it was the fact that said eyes belonged to a blond man currently sitting in the middle of your bed, dressed in your sleep shirt and nothing else - at least, that’s what you could assume from the sight of his bare thighs.

Maybe you should have screamed - should have shouted curses and threatened to call the police but all you could do was blink at the man. Opening your mouth to say something, the words get stuck in your throat, making you swallow thickly while your eyes lingered on the man in front of you.

Felix felt small under your gaze, shy even. He nervously pulled the shirt to cover his legs when he noticed you staring at his bare thighs.

Maybe this wasn't a good idea, he thought to himself.

He wanted to say something but couldn’t think of anything - any words or sounds dying before they even reached his throat. His eyes met yours when he looked up, and he noticed a small smile forming on your lips.

“Lixie?” You questioned quietly.

He felt his ears twitch at the sound of his name, catching the notes of joy adding sunlight to the word; his tail swishing in response. You seemed to like his reaction because you took a small step away from the doorway before rushing toward where he was sitting.

“Oh... my little Lixie! Look at you- I can’t believe it- My cute little kitten is a shifter!”

Felix felt himself blush at the awe in your tone, his hands tightening against the hem of your shirt.

“Lixie,” you hummed as you ran your fingers through his soft blond hair, “you’re so pretty.”

Felix’s lips curled up into a smile, and when your fingers found that spot behind his ears - scratching just the way he liked - he couldn’t help but start purring.

The first word to leave his lips is your name - his voice a bit raspy since he hadn't spoken properly in months.

“Why didn't you show yourself sooner, kitty?” You cooed, tracing your fingertips down the side of his face and stopping at the soft curve of his chin, smiling when he leaned into your hold.

“I…” He swallowed thickly, nearly shocking himself at how deep his voice was, “I wanted to but... I didn't think you'd like me anymore…” He couldn't help but hold your gaze, addicted to the soft sparkle in your irises as you studied him.

“Why would you think that, hm? You're my Lixie,” you whispered, cupping his face in your hands, your eyes never leaving his, “You’re my pretty kitty…” You gave him a reassuring smile, your thumbs running along his reddened cheeks.

With the way you looked at him with so much love and care, he couldn’t help but blush - his cheeks dusted in a pretty pink.

“Look at you,” a soft laugh fell from your lips, and he suddenly wondered what it would be like to feel them against his own, “wearing my shirt? Were you trying to turn yourself into a gift for me?”

A hot flush ran down his back, goosebumps rising on his skin as he remembered what exactly he's wearing.

“N-Not just your shirt…” He stammered, gaze falling in embarrassment from the guilty admission.

“What do you mean?” You questioned, and instead of answering you, Felix leaned back and lifted up the shirt - not all the way, but just enough to reveal the panties he stole out of your drawer.

You sucked in a breath at the sight, pink little bows decorating the white lace he was wearing. It was your favourite pair, Felix knew that.

That's why he chose them.

They were a bit small for him, but he didn't mind - he just hoped that you were okay with it too.

“Lix…” His name left you in a breathless sigh, a hand falling from his cheek to graze up his thigh, but no further than that. “You really turned yourself into a gift for me, huh?”

You knew how the lace fit your body, but the sight of the white patterns hugging his slim hips and slightly bulging over his dick had your brain whirring. You didn't miss the soft whimper that fell from his lips, or the way his legs shifted toward your touch.

Felix bit down on his lip when he felt your fingertips ghosting over his inner thigh, barely touching him. He spread his legs a bit, hoping you’d get the hint and touch him - but you didn't, your fingers running up his thigh and stopping before they reached the lace, then down again.

“You know... it really makes me sad you didn’t shift for me sooner.” His eyes widened slightly, bottom lip jutting out in a pout until you continued, “We could’ve had so much fun way sooner than this.” There was a sharp glint in your eye that made him whine, his hands tugging the shirt higher up his stomach.

“I’m... sorry,” he mumbled, trying to hide his face with the shirt until you stopped him.

“It's okay Lix,” your hands came up to tug on his shirt, “why don’t you take this off for me, hm?”

He nodded, wasting no time in pulling it over his head and throwing it next to the bed.

“So pretty,” you whispered, brushing his hair out of his face.

Your fingers grazed against his ears in the process and he moaned, the melodic sound melting into a purr that you practically felt vibrating from his chest.

“They’re still sensitive even in your human form…” Humming, you caressed your thumb along the base, “Aren’t you just full of surprises?”

“P-Please,” he whimpered, his hands itching to reach out to you from where they were planted on the bed, “it feels so... good.”

“Feels good, yeah? I can make you feel even better... if you let me.” You moved your hand from his ears to his chest, gently pushing him back to lay on the bed.

Your fingers brushed over his nipple and he gasped at the sudden rush coursing through his body.

Eyes flickering down from his eyes to his lips, you leaned in closer with a soft whisper just barely grazing the pink skin, “Kiss me, kitten.”

Felix lifted his head so fast he was shocked he didn’t accidentally headbutt you as your lips met.

It was different, so different from the way you would kiss the top of his head when he’s curled in your arms in his cat form, yet the softness remained the same. He didn’t think it could get any better until he felt your lips part, and when your thumb and finger pinched his nipple, he gasped and your tongue was ghosting against his own.

He let his tongue run along yours, humming lowly in the back of his throat. His cock was already hard and straining against the lace; the tip leaking pre cum, forming a small wet patch.

It hurt, but Felix didn’t know how to ask you for more. He tugged on your shirt, wanting you closer.

You couldn’t help but laugh against his lips, pulling back just enough so that your noses remained touching. “Eager little kitten, I’m here, I’m not going anywhere, baby.”

Pecking his lips one last time, you sat up - kneeling just above his lap - and pulled your shirt over your head, tossing it where the pajama shirt laid.

Felix’s eyes widened - he’d seen you in your underwear before, sure, but taking in your body in his human form had fireworks going off in his head. You looked soft - he knew you was soft - but he needed to feel you with his hands, his mouth, anything you allowed.

He couldn’t take his eyes off of you, staring at every bit of exposed skin, wetting his dry lips with his tongue.

You laughed shyly, trying to cover yourself with your hands, “Don’t look at me like that. You've seen me in underwear before - hell, you’ve even seen me naked!"

Felix felt the blush spreading on his face - it was true, he had seen you naked, too many times to count, but that was when he was in his cat form; sitting on the counter in the bathroom when you took a shower or a bath, never leaving you out of sight.

“I-I know! But-” This time, he allowed his hands to touch your forearms, trailing up the skin to your wrists, then the backs of your hands, “I... I didn’t think I’d ever get the chance to see you like this- touch you like this.” He kept his touch strictly on your hands, resting over the bra that kept the sight of his dreams hidden away. “I want... C-Can I see more? Please, I wanna see you.”

“You could've had me like this months ago, kitten.” Your tone was smug, but you still reached behind you to unclasp your bra - not taking it off just yet, “It’s okay, you can touch me.” Your hands reached for his as you guided them to your bra straps. "Help me take this off?"

Felix swallowed thickly, his hands shaking a bit from how nervous he was. He didn't want to fuck this up. This might be his only chance.

His fingers grazed the straps and he immediately decided he hates the texture - too rough, no wonder why you were always rolling your shoulders once it was off. Eyebrows furrowing at the offensive clothing, he slowly pulled them down the curves of your shoulders and had to physically fight back the moan growing from the way the bra went slack - your breasts threatening to spill from the cups already.

“Keep going, Lixie, take it all the way off for me.”

Felix pulled it down completely before throwing it aside, his hand itching to touch you. Reaching out hesitantly, he lets a finger run over the soft flesh of your bare breasts; goosebumps spreading over your skin as you send him a reassuring smile and a nod, giving him the okay to continue.

He doesn’t waste any more time cupping your breasts with his hands, squeezing them carefully.

If he thought kneading his own blankets was heaven, then this was damn near nirvana; your breasts resting in the palms of his hands - or at least, what he could fit - while the rest squished up with each flex of his hands.

“You-You’re so soft... oh, fuck, you’re so soft.”

You shivered at the curse falling from his angelic lips - the thought of your kitten, your Lixie, so smitten over what he’d seen time and time again making your core throb. “Softer than that blanket I spent so much money on for you?” You teased, laughing at the pout that overtook his lips.

“That’s different! You... You feel better than any blanket or any pillow I've ever laid on.”

“You’re so cute, I’m just teasing you.” Taking his hands away from you, you pinned them down on the mattress near his head, leaning over him with a teasing grin.

It took all the strength Felix had to not cum right then and there; your breasts were right in front of his face, giving him the chance to kiss the soft flesh before circling his tongue around one of your nipples.

You moaned at the sudden attack, your hands tightening around his wrists while his mouth toyed with the hardening bud. Without having to be told, he released your tit with a wet pop before latching onto the second, making a sound you couldn’t tell was a moan or a purr.

“Lixie.” You moaned, and if Felix's eyes weren’t shut you would’ve seen them roll to the back of his head. You barely touched him and he was already at his peak, wondering how it was even possible to feel anything better than this.

He bucked his hips up, moaning loudly at the delicious friction and the waves of pleasure running through his body. His eyes were closed tightly, mouth agape with breathless pants rolling past his lips.

He was so close, he could almost taste the orgasm on his tongue but he fought against it. He didn't want to cum like this, not yet.

"Please," he whimpered, not sure what he was even asking for.

“Keep your hands up here, Lixie, okay?” You slowly sat up, trying not to laugh at the needy whine that settled in his throat when your chest no longer surrounded his head. “Keep them up there or else I’ll stop, understand?”

He nodded senselessly, eyes glossy and chest flushed pink; he nearly forgot how to breathe when he saw your hands go to your jeans, popping the button open and sliding the zipper down. He nearly cried when you shifted off of him, only for you to shush him with a tut of your tongue.

“Gotta take my pants off first Lixie, I told you I can make you feel even better, and I will.”

You turned away from him, pulling your jeans teasingly slow over the curve of your ass before pulling them off completely - repeating the same process with your underwear.

Felix couldn't help but stare at your ass, almost drooling at the sight. His hands moved to reach out to touch you but he stopped himself before you could notice, repositioning them next to his head in hopes of going unnoticed.

Leaving your clothes in a puddle by your feet, you quickly climbed your way back onto the bed and over Felix’s lap - not sitting down just yet. “You know, as much as I said you missed out on showing me the real you before, I can’t wait to see what I’ve been missing out on too.” You danced your fingers up his stomach and to his chest teasingly, watching as his hands fisted the sheets underneath him. “I’ll take good care of you, kitten.”

Felix watched as you lowered yourself so settle in his lap and a sharp moan escaped him, the warmth of your pussy settling over the thin lace he still had on.

He fought the urge to look down between your bodies, wanting to take a peek but instead looking up at you, trying to grind his hips up against yours. “Please... I- I can’t.. I want,” he stuttered out, “it hurts.”

“Use your words Lixie,” you hummed, a light roll of your hips nearly sending him to the stars, “Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you, but you have to use your words, kitten.”

“Please, I want... no, need you to touch me,” he breathed “‘m so hard it hurts." He thrusted his hips up, groaning softly, “Fuck, you feel so good,” eyes fluttering shut with another thrust, he bites back a whimper, “please, I’ll be good for you... just touch me.”

A soft smile graced your lips, “That’s my good kitty.” Lifting yourself onto your knees, you wasted no time in tugging your lace panties down his hips and the swell of his ass, “Such a dirty kitty, making a mess in my panties, huh?”

All he could do was moan wantonly, his dick finally free from the tight confines as he eagerly kicked them down his legs and off the bed.

You leaned back over him, pressing your lips to his in a slow kiss and letting your thumb run over his slit to collect the pre cum. Felix moaned into the kiss, parting his lips for you to slip your tongue in. Your tongues touch as Felix cupped your face in his hands, not wanting to part not even for oxygen - he doesn't want to even think about the kiss ending, pouring all of his emotions into it as if it were the last thing he could do in his human form.

Your free hand covered one of his own, squeezing it gently as you parted from the kiss. “I’ll let you slide for now,” you whispered, your lips still brushing against his, “but next time I'll have to punish you.”

Felix felt you shift above him, but before he can register anything, the warmth of your walls are enveloping the head of his dick. "O-Oh! Oh fuck!"

You placed your hands on his chest and sank down on him completely, hissing a bit at the stretch. “Fuck kitten, you feel so good,” moaning softly, you wiggled your hips, “feel so full.”

He fisted the sheets underneath him, throwing his head back, mouth agape in a silent moan. “S-So warm," he gasped as you lifted your hips up and sank down on him again, your walls clenching around him. Suddenly, his hands flew to your hips to stop you from moving, “Please wait, fuck- I'm not gonna last long.” Your eyes met and he sucked in a shaky breath, “Shit, you feel so perfect around me. Better than what I’ve imagined…”

“You”ve thought about fucking me?” Your light giggling made your pussy flutter around him and he nearly sobs at the feeling. “What a naughty little kitten I have - makes me wonder what else goes on in that pretty head of yours.” With your hands settled on his chest, you slowly rocked your hips against his, moaning at the way his dick massaged your insides. “Let me show you what the real thing is really like, are you ready for that, Lixie?”

“Oh god, please show me,” he whined, his grip on your hips tightening slightly.

Moans spilled from his lips as you moved your hips teasingly slow, your fingertips digging into his skin, leaving behind small crescent marks.

Overwhelmed from the pleasure, his moans quickly melted into whimpers and pleas. He doesn't hold back, making you smirk, “Let it all out kitten. Am I making you feel good?”

He nodded his head frantically, unable to stop the moans tumbling from his kiss bruised lips.

“Good boy, such a good boy, Felix.”

He didn't even have the chance to react to the sound of his full name falling from your lips when you rose slowly before dropping back down. You were riding him, the person he loved so much he thought his heart would never beat the same - he felt tears begin to swell in his eyes as his hands followed your pace.

“Kitten? Hey, are you alright?” Your voice filled with worry as you immediately stilled your hips, your hands reaching up to gently caress his cheeks, “am I hurting you?” Concern grew in the pit of your stomach as you watched a single tear roll down his cheek, reacting quickly to catch it with your thumb.

Felix shook his head, his gaze avoiding yours.

“Lixie, I need you to answer me - do you need me to stop?”

His watery eyes snapped to your own as he choked back a sob, “N-No! Don’t- Please- I... I feel so good, I can’t- I love it- I-I love yo-”

Soft hiccups broke his sentence into rambled parts, and it all suddenly clicked; he was crying from pleasure, crying for you.

“Oh... My sweet kitten…” You cooed softly, catching more stray tears with a swipe of your thumb before leaning forward to kiss the tip of his nose. “I love you too, do you wanna keep going?”

More tears spilled from his eyes at your words and loving actions - you loved him back, he couldn't be happier than he was in this moment.

His favourite human loves him the way he loves you.

“Yes please... make love to me... please.” He whispered, hands wiping away the last few tears that were still building in his eyes. He gave you a watery smile, eyes scrunching up and face exuding a brightness you never thought was possible on a person.

He looked so pretty under you, cheeks tinted pink and eyes looking up at you, so full of trust, so full of love.

Your heart fluttered and you had to stop yourself from smothering him with butterfly kisses around his beautiful face - he still needed you, and you were going to do what you promised you would; take care of your kitten.

Taking his hands from your hips, you threaded your fingers with his before pinning them at the sides of his head, shifting your position slightly. “Don’t worry about anything else, Lixie - let go of everything and focus on me.” With his nod of approval, you started to ride him once more, the new change in angle letting his dick caress the front of your pussy.

“O-Oh my god,” he moaned, his eyes rolling back as you moved your hips, grinding them down. “‘s so good, please don't stop,” Felix slurred his words, so lost in the pleasure - he was sure he’d died and gone to heaven.

You picked up the pace and leaned forward, letting your noses touch before connecting your lips in a short, sweet kiss.

“You're so good Lixie,” you panted against his lips, squeezing his hands tighter, “fill me up so well, so perfect, my perfect kitten.”

He moaned at your words, squeezing his eyes to focus on keeping his orgasm at bay - he couldn’t let it end so soon, he wouldn’t.

“Are you close, baby?” You mused, keeping the pace of your hips with ease, your lips brushing against his ear. Felix’s cock was hitting your g-spot with every move of your hips now and you could feel your own orgasm slowly approaching.

“I-I can hold it!! Wanna be a good kitten for you, want you to cum first,” he pouted, thrusting his hips up to meet yours. He freed his hands from your grasp, moving them to hold your hips as he continued to thrust into you. You lightly grazed your teeth against his earlobe, nibbling on it before pressing a kiss to his neck.

“P-Please,” He whined, tilting his head to the side to grant you more access to his skin, “I-I’m gonna- I want you-” He felt like his brain was on overdrive, every nerve ending burning at every point your bodies were connected. His right hand sandwiched between your bodies to where his cock was currently drilling into you, fingers frantically searching for what he knew would help you come before him.

You panted against his jaw, nipping at the pale skin lightly, “To the left baby, m-move your hand to the left.”

Obeying your direction, he shifted his wrist and his fingers landed on a soft, slippery nub that made your pussy clench.

“F-Fuck! There, right there baby!”

His fingers moved experimentally over the nub, circling around it and you moaned in response against his jaw, "You're doing so well kitten, making me feel so good."

Felix continued to circle his fingers against your clit, drinking in the moans that spilled from your lips. He was determined to make you come first, moving his fingers a bit faster, “Good like this?”

Nodding hastily, you connected your lips to his neck again and sucked on the skin, the desire to mark him swelling inside of you - you wanted to mark him as yours.

Following the change in tide, you were now the one wantonly moaning against his skin, riding him that much faster and a bit more sloppier. “‘S so good, F-Felix- it’s so good!”

His heart skipped a beat and he quickened his pace, digging his feet into the mattress to fuck into you faster. “C-Come for me? Please- I need you to come for me, c-come with me-” He was so hard it hurt, his stomach clenching and heaving with each ragged breath - he felt himself tear up as he begged whatever higher power was listening to let you come first, please let you come first.

“F-Fuck Felix, right there!” You moaned out, quivering above him, “G-Gonna come!”

Your orgasm rapidly approached as you held onto him, his frantic thrusts bouncing your body against his own. His fingers dug into your skin, and he hoped that they were going to leave a bruise - a marker of his desires finally coming true. You bit down on his neck, tongue running soothingly over the marks left on his skin.

It only took a handful of thrusts before you were shaking above him, your moans growing in volume as you wrangled your hand free from his to tangle in his hair. “Lixie! Felix! I'm c- oh god, I'm coming!"

The grip you had on his dick grew tighter and he groaned, pace faltering as you came around him with a loud cry barely muffled against his neck.

“T-Tight- S-So tight, I can’t-" He was getting dizzy, both hands now coming to wrap behind your back and hold you as close as he possibly can. “Gonna c-come, wanna f-fill you, please? L-Let me- s-so warm, please, please!”

It took a second for you to register his words, head dizzy from your orgasm, before you nodded frantically, "O-Of course kitten, go ahead - breed me.” You whisper and it's all Felix needed to hear.

With one more solid thrust he emptied himself inside you with a loud cry, his hips stuttering as he rode out his orgasm. His glazed over eyes found yours and you smiled at each other, noses bumping as you leaned in for a bliss-filled kiss.

Your lips touched softly in a short peck - soft and sweet and all you both ever needed after an event like that.

“Good kitty,” you giggled, gently scratching your nails against his scalp, feeling the rumble of his purrs vibrate against your chest. “Let’s go get cleaned up, yeah?”

Felix couldn’t help but whine, not ready to let you go as he squeezed his arms around your sweaty body, “Can... Can we stay like this a little longer? I like holding you...like this.”

You beamed at the blush taking over his face and nodded, “Of course, Lixie - hold me as long as you want, it’s only fair for bow often I’ve held you.” Tucking your face into the warmth of his neck, you murmured, “From now on, you can hold me as much as you want, my sweet kitten.”

❣ This one's been in the works for a while, but I'm so honored to have done this collab with my lovely Miu! I hope you enjoyed reading and by all means, leave some nice words for her because she's genuinely an amazing writer! Love you lots @onmykneesforchanlix ❣ ❣ Any type of feedback is appreciated! Whether it be a simple like, reblog, or keyboard smash and the most essay-like comment, feel free to share your thoughts. ❣

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ablobwhowrites · 1 month ago

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MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!

Also, I wanna say that I love your detective m/n so bad. Like omg, do you have anything more of him?

Im glad you like him, he's a silly little guy I like making stuff for.

I have to much to say for detective y/n (I don't know if I should use y/n or m/n for the male y/n's I have) but their a lot about detective y/n that I may use in a fic but I don't know but he does go on undercover jobs for secret missions but once he had to go undercover at a gala once and was confused on why Bruce Wayne was there as it wasn't really a gala he would go for and he ended up getting in the way of y/n's mission and let's say y/n doesn't like Bruce for a while as the guy who y/n needed to track down was able to escape for a bit. Plus detective y/n drinks some champagne but doesn't really like the taste of it but still drinks it at galas if he can cause.

But some angst on him is that he had a lover a long time ago but when y/n was to propose to them, they were killed so detective y/n is scared to love someone as even though they loved them. He knows he should move on but he is scared that the hole in his heart would be torn more as he wants to feel love again but is just scared that he isn't ready for that rollercoaster again. But he also feeds stray cats outside of his work and got a stray cat who lives at the station named bandit (Gordon let's y/n keep bandit around also the station really likes bandit) plus y/n also keeps the ring he wanted to propose with, in his pocket and sometimes fiddles with it thinking of what he could have done to prevent that day even if the whole situation was out of his control.

As I said in another post about detective y/n, he does have a lot of scars on his body but none on his face or neck as most of them are on his arms and back due his job back at the city he use to work at and still now in Gotham causes him to get some scars but he doesn't tell anyone because he doesn't like people worrying about him. He also has a interest in making poems sometimes as he made a lot about his ex lover. Many of them now sealed away in his desk drawer in his office as he sometimes reads them seeing the small doodles his lover made on the paper he poured his heart out in for them. Tracing his thumb over the small hearts near the parts that his lover liked (which was all of it) and sometimes they would make one for him and he will forever keep them with him but looking at them has him imagine 'if they were still here. Would we have lived our dream life together like we promised?'

He is sometimes scared by the bat family. He is friends with Tim, Jason and dick but is still scared of Damian sometimes cause like he doesn't want his arm to be dislocated again by the little kid with the strength of Hercules. He does like Alfred as he reminds him of his uncle Gordon when he tried to be serious. Plus as I said detective y/n sometimes has to get rides from the heros because sometimes his car is damaged by the fights heros get with villains so y/n has had awkward silent car rides with Batman as y/n is scared to ask anything to Batman as Batman isn't a big conversationalist is what y/n heard.

(anyways guys hope you liked this yap session. Happy late Christmas or happy holidays. Please drink water and stay healthy and if you guys like this you can request more but that's all.)

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trashart00 · 10 months ago

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Less than 12 hours until the release of “The Tortured Poets Department”!

Hence, I present to you, “The Tortured Catboy Department”

Track List:

SIDE A: Deux Semaines (feat Ladybug) / The Tortured Catboy Department / My Lady Abandons Only Her Favourite Partners / Down Bad

SIDE B: So Long, London / But Daddy I Love Her / Fresh Out the Slammer / Akuma !!! (feat Monarch)

SIDE C: Guilty As Sin? / Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me / Even Ladybug Can’t Fix This / loml

SIDE D: I Can Do It With a Broken Heart / The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived / The Cataclysm / Adrien Agreste

Bonus Tracks: The Black Cat / Solitude / Doppelgänger / Tell-Tail Heart

(Love how so many of the original track names still work)

My takes of what each song is about/inspired by under cut (but, if you feel like it, tell me yours :D)

I’m picturing all of these to be from Adrien’s perspective so they reflect mostly his version of the situations rather than the objective reality (especially the Laybug centered ones)

Deux Semaines (feat Ladybug): This one would focus on the sequence in Multiplication where Monarch doesn’t attack and how LadyNoir’s relationship recovers from the events of Season 4.

TTCD: Kept the “Catboy” singular because while there are multiple Catboy identities, there is only one boy underneath them all. Hence while I think it would be about him just stating his issues with everything, it would also focus on loneliness and how his department is understaffed :(

MLAOHFP: All of the Season 4 LadyNoir separation arc angst, with the “Favourite” being a callback to Risk (and kinda a jab at Rena because he thinks that she’s really her favourite, but y’ know, she didn’t abandon her so Rena can’t be her actual favourite)

Down Bad: Mainly about how Chat’s love for LB makes him excuse her behaviors, but also makes him act out (maybe a reference to Elation).

SL,L: About the whole arc of Gabriel sending Adrien to London and all of the memories he would have surrounding this ordeal - key point, not “So Long, Paris” because he didn’t want to leave, and in the end he comes back to a changed world.

BDILH: This one’s either about the Chat Blanc breakup or Gabriel’s dislike of Marinette in Season 5 (or both, with maybe a line about how he feels like this has happened before)

FOTS: Adrien realizing his father is a Bad Person.

Akuma !!! (feat Monarch): This one would be like a song about his daily life and then the chorus would start with a shout of “Akuma!!!” and it would switch to him as Chat Noir. I feel like it would start out with normal life being boring/hero life being fun but as it goes on he grows exhausted. Monarch has a rap verse.

Guilty As Sin?: Chat Blanc centeric - would ask who is to blame for the destruction of the world, like is it Chat because he lost control or Hawkmoth because he took advantage of his son’s emotion?

WAoLOM: Chat Blanc centric at first (like a villain song) but ends with Adrien reflecting on the events of Evolution-Destruction-Multiplication-PS night

ELCFT: I think it would be about his relaction ship with his father and how he wishes there was something he could do to go back to how they were when Emilie was alive but there’s no easy fix and his father keeps on getting worse and worse after any attempt.

loml: A song for Marinette with a bittersweet air - she’s the love of his life but he can’t tell her everything, and she can’t tell him everything either

ICDIWaBH: CatWalker centric - him going back to Ladybug in Kuroneko.

TSMWEL: I actually have three for this one - 1. About Gabriel and his need to domineer because he feels small and powerless. 2. About Adrien feeling small and insignificant. 3.About Plagg because he’s a smol boi (it would be like a lighthearted, cheeky song, like when you sing to your pet about how adorable they are)

The Cataclysm: Literally about how he cataclysmed Monarch, but also about how the event impacted his perception of self.

Adrien Agreste: Ending the album with a song that’s his own name :o.

Now for the variants:

The Black Cat: This one has Chat on the cover and the song is mostly about his bad luck. ‘I Love You It’s Ruining My Life” works both directed at Ladybug and his father.

Solitude: With Chat Blanc on the cover, this one’s about his mother. I think the “You Don’t Get To Tell Me About Sad” is pretty self-explanatory.

Doppelgänger: CatWalker is on this one, his song would be about how he may literally be the same person but he doesn’t fully feel like himself. He had to repress a lot of himself to be CatWalker hence I thought “Am I Allowed To Cry?” fit him really well (especially with Plagg not giving him the time to fully recover before he had to jump back in). Please note the crossed out name (unlike Chat Blanc) because he’s reinventing himself.

Tell-Tail Heart: This one has Ladybug on the cover - wait she’s not a Catboy?? The song is titled “Tell-Tail Heart” as a reference to Edgar Allan Poe’s “Tell Tale Heart” and would explore Chat’s perspective of Ladybug’s guilt for keeping secrets, how any excuse she makes is ultimately unimportant because she would do it either way. The fact that this is the only song title with a pun references how Chat tries to lighten the mood and avoid serious conversations, and the “Tail” is supposed to refer to Rena Rouge. The flowers she’s holding are meant to be foxgloves which symbolise secrets and insincerity (they’re also poisonous and damage the heart :)). I also really liked the “Old Habits Die Screaming” for her as it could mean both Chat Noir’s love for her being an old habit that he cannot get rid of, but also her habit of keeping things from him (especially with how she does it again at the end of season 5) being something she can’t stop. It is also him being able to see that, despite what she tells him, her “Heart” is tells him otherwise.

(also would like to point out that he wouldn’t mention Rena by name, he’s upset, not evil)

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facts-i-just-made-up · 1 year ago

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Facts about Greek Myths?

There are a great many figures in Greek myth and they can be hard to keep track of, so here is a quick guide to which is which:

Ajax- Warrior who invented detergent.

Antigone- Funeral enthusiast who invented civil disobedience.

Atlas- First winner of the Olympic strong titan competition.

Bellerophon- Plot point in Mission Impossible 2.

Cerberus- 7 headed dog tragically born with only 3 heads.

Charon- Lead rower for Styx.

Cratus- God of strength, but not THAT god of strength.

Cyclops- Inventor of the monocle.

Daedalus- Inventor of the Labyrinth, and thus of David Bowie.

Dionysus- Drank 24/7 but very responsibly never drove.

Eris- Goddess of fighting with each other.

Eros- God of doing something else with each other.

Euronymous- God of Mayhem.

Fates- Least creatively named destiny gods ever.

Hera- Goddess of marriage yet only Zeus's third wife.

Hylia- Goddess of triangles and disjointed timelines.

Icarus- God of disappointing ones father.

Io- Space captain and epic 3D short film, still not on blu-ray.

Jocasta- Originator of Jo Mama jokes, mother of Oedipus.

Leda- Swan enthusiast and feathery-fandom originator.

Medea- Even worse mom than Jocasta.

Medusa- Inventor of reptile-safe shampoo.

Megaclite- LOL her name is "Megaclite." Pronounced like "Clitty."

Narcissus- Basically Trump.

Odysseus- Sailor who refused to ask for directions.

Orpheus- Inventor of impatiently checking the download bar.

Ouranos- Spelling that could've avoided a lot of planet butt jokes.

Pallas- Inventor of weird looking cats.

Persephone- Pomegranate fan, looked like Monica Bellucci.

Prometheus- Stupid fucking movie, especially for using some of H.R. Giger's original designs then putting them up next to a fucking plain white squid. Also let's make the space jockey a tall guy in a suit. How did Scott think that was a good idea? Fuck that shit and double fuck Covenant for somehow doing even fucking worse.

Rhode- Sea nymph yet not technically an island.

Siren- Inverse groupie.

Sisyphus- Limp Biscuit fan who never stopped rolling.

Tantalus- I'll tell you in a minute...

Thanatos- God of dying as easily as snapping your fingers.

Zeus- When the earth was still flat and the clouds made of fire, and mountains stretched up to the sky, sometimes higher- Folks roamed the earth like big rolling kegs. They had two sets of arms, they had two sets of legs. They had two faces peering out of one giant head so they could watch all around them as they talked and they read. And they never knew nothing of love. It was before the origin of love. There were three sexes then: One that looked like two men glued up back to back, called the children of the sun. Similar in shape and girth were the children of the earth. They looked like two girls rolled up in one. The children of the moon were like a fork shoved on a spoon, they were part sun, part earth- Part daughter, part son. Now the gods grew quite scared of our strength and defiance and Thor said, "I'm gonna kill them all with my hammer, like I killed the giants." And Zeus said, "No, you better let me use my lightening like scissors, like I cut the legs off the whales, and dinosaurs into lizards." Then he grabbed up some bolts and he let out a laugh, and said, "I'll split them right down the middle. Gonna cut them right up in half." And then storm clouds gathered above into great balls of fire, and fire shot down from the sky in bolts like shining blades of a knife and it ripped right through the flesh of the children of the sun and the moon and the earth. If you want the rest, see Hedwig and the Angry Inch cuz this is taking way longer to type than I expected.

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It was a game to him. A little bit of cat and mouse. Who was who didn't matter? It was fun either way. It was a long game.

To her, it was a frustration. Dealing with his misleading games. From small petty crimes to large-scale ones, he evaded her. Leaving the scene just as she got there leaving a note.

‘Next time, beautiful. - H’

A rose with every letter he left. Stumping his little hero in her tracks before he let her catch onto him. Purposefully letting her catch a glimpse of him when she came to stop him. Leaving hints till he was just within reach of him.

Playing his cards right to lead her to some dingy nightclub. Getting lost in the crowd. Watching her look for him till he caught her off guard. He was the cat tonight.

Quickly walked up behind her on the crowded dance floor and wrapped his arm around her, pulling her back into his chest. Leaning into his ear. “Don’t turn around, beautiful.”

“Whatever you're planning, don't.” She replied.

“Then you’ll follow me,” he told her, pulling her out of the crowd and down a hallway.

There was barely any light in the hallway. She couldn't even see his face. Just his silhouette— tall and slender. Shorter hair bounced slightly as he walked.

Making a sharp turn into a room before pulling her in. Keeping the lights off as he pushed her against the wall. Pushing his body right against hers. Even in the dark, she could tell he was smirking.

“What are you after?” She asked, waiting for her to adjust to the dark to make out his face.

“Originally, just the thrill and money. Then you came to the city.”

She knew that voice. Just couldn’t figure out where.

“What do I have to do with this?” she asked

“You haven’t figured it out, darling?”

“Hyu—”

Y/n was cut off from her sentence by his lips. Those plump lips that took her forever to forget. Just confirming her guess. Only he had ever called her that nickname.

His lips left hers as quickly as they were on hers. “Told you we’d meet again. Just need you to want me like I want you, again.”

Hyunjin pulled away from her and quickly left the room. Y/n followed him a second too late. He was gone as quickly as he appeared.

She wasn't aware he was living a double life when they met. She’d just moved to the city for work. She started her ‘volunteer work’ a few days later and two weeks later she met Hyunjin when she was grabbing coffee before work. He had come up and asked her on a date. What could go wrong?

Maybe it was his possessiveness that set her off. Some was fine but it had caused so many arguments between them in the few months they were together. If they weren’t fighting, they were fucking.

It wasn’t healthy so she ended things. Five months went by without a hitch. Two months ago, “H” started messing with her. Now everything was making sense to her.

She was happy she was off from her day job the next day. Sitting on her couch with her computer and a cup of coffee, hacking into the police department records. There wasn't anything on Hyunjin, he was good at covering his tracks so the cops hadn’t caught him.

She jumped when she heard her doorbell buzz. She shut her laptop and walked to her apartment door. Seeing a flower delivery man through her peephole. Sighing as she opened the door.

“For Y/n L/n,” He said

“Thank you,” Y/n smiled, taking the bouquet from him and closing the door.

Red roses. A signature at this point for him but she still read the note sticking out from the top.

‘I know you’re looking for me, darling. You’ll only find me when I want you to. Keep thinking of me ♡- Hyunjin’

The pattern repeated every week. She’d look for him but it’d seem he disappeared. His little crime spree seemed to stop, but not other criminals. She did her job in the dead of night. Leaving them for the cops to pick up later. Even though it was their job to catch the criminals in the city, when she got home in the early hours of the morning, there was always something. Notes, flowers, gifts. His attempt at winning her back. Everything but the notes was tossed.

She had a distaste for how often he was on her mind now. She’d barely thought about him in months but their nightclub encounter was messing with her head. Then she’d drift to their good times— however rare they were.

Maybe that's how she found herself at the same nightclub. Her eyes peeled for him but he never showed. Rather she was hit on by drunk men all night till she called it quits heading back to her apartment building. Parking her car and heading back up to her unit.

She sensed something off when she opened her door. Nothing was out of place, everything was locked. Nonetheless, she quietly closed her front door and locked it. Slipping off her shoes and hanging up her things while grabbing one of the throwing knives she carried out her bag to check her rooms. Just to find nothing but a gift box on her bed.

Slowly she walked towards it and undid the ribbon. Jumping as her phone rang.

She grabbed it out of her pocket and looked at the screen. Unknown caller. She answered the call, pressing the phone to her ear.

“Not gonna finish opening your present?” Hyunjin’s voice rang the speaker

“Where are you Hyunjin,” Y/n said

“Mhm, I missed the way you say my name,” he chuckled on the other end of the line. Fuck that laugh

Y/n put her phone on speaker and set it on her bed while she opened the box. Tissue paper covering whatever was under it. Lifting the tissue to find a red and black lingerie set with an egg vibrator sitting on top.

“You like your gift darling?”

“Are you out of your mind?” Y/n asked after taking the phone off speaker

“Mmmm, yes. I am. But you are too.”

“I’m perfectly sane.”

“Perfectly sane people don’t jump from buildings every night and take out shitty excuses for criminals. Or chase after their exes”

“I’m not chasing you.”

“You’re not?” Hyunjin laughed again, “Then why go to that club again? Definitely didn’t look like you were interested in any of the drunks that came up to you.”

He was there. And he was watching.

“Admit it Y/n, you need me. All over again. We were almost perfect together.”

“Fighting and fucking all the time was ‘almost perfect’ to you?”

“The fucking, yes. Could’ve done with less fighting.”

“That’s why I left.”

“But here you are, chasing me.”

Y/n went to say something else but he hung up. She tried calling back but nothing. Sighing in frustration she threw her phone on her bed. Moving the box off her bed and stepping out onto her fire escape for some air. She should just go to sleep but didn’t think she would be able to. It was nearing four in the morning.

Putting pieces together on a chilly night. Hyunjin knew where she was— not that she moved after their breakup— and how to get in. He possibly could have made a copy of her key and was using that. But there weren’t any threats or danger in his actions. He was just obsessed. Which matched with his possessiveness.

He was also watching her. How? She had no clue. She went back inside and checked her whole apartment for cameras or microphones. Nothing. That meant he was close by.

Y/n went on about her life. Keeping an eye on her surroundings for him. Waiting to see if he would slip up. And he did.

Her coworkers had insisted on going out over the weekend. A group of them going out to the club and opening a tab. Forgetting about the work stress of dancing and alcohol.

Hyunjin followed, just as he had. His whole plan was working far too slowly for his taste. Materialistic things weren’t working like he thought. Maybe he could get her alone again. And luck was on his side. Her group had left her on the dance floor and he was behind her in seconds, hands on her hips

“You look good,” He whispered in her ear

“Still trying?” She laughed as she turned to him

“You’re worth trying for.”

“What’s your end goal here, Hyunjin?” She asked as she pulled him closer to her, just to have a semi-private conversation on the dance floor.

“Fuck you till you’re as crazy as I am.”

Y/n looked over his facial expression. He was serious with that devilish smile of his. Leaning in till his lips ghosted her ear. “It’s not like anyone after me has gotten you off like I have. Isn’t that right?”

“Been keeping that close of tabs, have you?” Y/n tried not to let it phase her

“Of course I have. Tell me I’m right.”

Hyunjin lifted a hand to hold her chin while he locked eye contact with her, “Tell me I’m right, and I’ll give you all those pretty orgasms you’ve been missing.”

“Fuck you,” Y/n said before pulling him to her lips.

Hyunjin responded quickly and let his hand rest against her neck. Smiling into their heated kiss before pulling back. “That's my girl.”

Y/n quickly pulled both of them out of the club. Hyunjin smirked at her eagerness, letting her drag him out to the alleyway behind the club. Pressing him up against the wall and pressing her lips to his again.

Hyunjin moaned into her lips before flipping them so she was against the wall. Pressing her hips against his while she gripped his jacket. Slipping his tongue past her lips and dominating her mouth.

Y/n fought back with her own tongue till his hand wrapped around her throat. Gasping as he pulled away and looked at her. “I wonder what this city would think about their favorite hero falling for a villain's charms.”

He let go of her and pulled her out of the alley. Dragging her towards her apartment. The two made it up her stairs as quickly as they could while Y/n grabbed her keys out of her bag. Hyunjin pressed himself right up behind her, leaning in to kiss her neck till the lock clicked and the door opened. Walking inside with her and locking the door behind him.

Turning her around and walking her back into her living room, lips reattaching to hers. Backing up to the back of her couch. Y/n grabbed at the back of his neck, pulling lightly at his hair while he sat her on the back of the couch.

“Missed these lips so damn much,” Hyunjin mumbled against her lips as he shrugged off his jacket, “been thinking about them every night.”

“Gonna talk all night or you gonna make do on your promise,” Y/n asked

Hyunjin smirked and picked her up by her thighs. Wrapping her legs around him, “Don't be taking an attitude now darling.” He warned as he walked towards her bedroom

“Thought you liked it when I had one,” Y/n teased

Hyunjin walked through her door and pinned her down onto her bed, attacking her neck. Kissing the top of her breasts that peaked out from her shirt before lifting the fabric over her head. Just to be greeted with the lingerie he had bought her.

Y/n knew his ego was growing seeing the red and black lace. She could see it in his eyes and by the way he practically ripped the remainder of her clothes off her body— lingerie included— before discarding his. Pinning her wrists to her pillows as he started marking up her skin

Y/n tried slipping her hands out of his but Hyunjin was quick to catch on and moved to hold her hands above her head in one hand while looking down at her. “Can’t behave unless you're tied up, huh?”

Hyunjin leaned over to her nightstand and opened the bottom drawer. Finding that his toy selection hadn't moved. Pulling out a pair of handcuffs, and locking her to the bed frame. Y/n tugged on the cuffs, both of them knew how to get out of them. That’s why Hyunjin was quick to drag his fingers through her folds and wrap his plump lips around her nipple. His rough tongue flicked the bud while his thumb slowly rolled across her clit. Slowly slipping two fingers inside her.

Y/n arched slightly into him, biting her bottom lip to stop her moans. Hyunjin thrusted his fingers in and out of her, slowly picking up his pace. Switching between her breasts sucking, licking, biting, and blowing on her nipples. Making her shiver from the cold feeling.

Slowly his lips trailed down her body after getting bored with her tits. Laying on his stomach and wrapping his pretty lips around her clit. Sucking on the little bud and slipped a third finger in. Curling up into her walls.

Y/n slowly rocked against him as the pads of his fingers just were barely rubbing against the one spongy spot inside of her. “Fuck,” Y/n whined

Hyunjin pressed on, finding the spot and abusing it along with her clit. Listening to her moans pick up. Feeling her legs shake next to him as her rocking became more erratic till she stilled. Warmth covered his fingers.

He pulled his fingers out and pushed his tongue inside her. Thrusting the muscle in and out of her as she rode out her high. However, he didn't stop once she came down. Licking her clean from the inside till he was satisfied.

Sitting up on his knees as he pushed her legs open, hooking his hands under her knees. “Don't got much to say now?” he teased as he wrapped one hand around his leaky cock. Pumping himself a few times before lining the tip up at her entrance.

“Just waiting for you to give me a good fuck,” Y/n smiled.

Hyunjin scoffed before sinking into her in one go. Watching her mouth fall open. He leaned down and he grabbed her neck as her mouth closed again. “You’re so much nicer to me when my cock’s inside you,” he chuckled as he pulled back and thrusted into her again.

Sitting back up and keeping his hold on her neck, using it to push her to meet his thrust. Feeling her vocal cords move under his hand from any whines and moans she was making.

“Seems like you missed having me inside your pretty little pussy,” Hyunjin groaned

“Didn't miss you at all,” Y/n shot back at him

“Really?” Hyunjin pulled his hand from her neck and then pulled out of her. Listening as she whined and her hips bucked towards him. Her hole clenching around nothing, “Seems like you did.”

Hyunjin brought his hand down on her wet cunt. Enjoying the little scream she let out. He peaked over at the open toy drawer to see what else he could use. Pulling out a magic wand and licking his lips.

He didn't think twice about turning the toy to the second-lowest setting and pressing it against her clit.

“Oh fuck,” Y/n whined, throwing her head back into the pillow

“You're going to start begging if you wanna cum,” Hyunjin told her

He kept one hand pressing the toy to her clit while he wrapped the other around himself. Getting off to the way her body shook from the toy. Waiting to hear her beg for him to fuck her again.

“‘M gonna cum,” Y/n moaned

Hyunjin pulled the toy away from her clit. Laughing at her whines and pleas.

“Please Jinnie, wanna cum so bad,” Y/n whined, “Promised you’d give me em.”

“That’s before you were a brat,” Hyunjin huffed

“‘M sorry! I missed you, missed having you inside me! Need you to cum,” Y/n rambled, tears escaping her eyed

“Yeah?” He asked, feeling his high quickly approaching, and pointed his tip at her wet folds, more aiming for her clenching hole

“Yes! Thought of you every time I was with someone else!”

Y/n gasped as Hyunjin filled her with his cock again. Immediately bullying his cock against her walls. Pressing the toy back against her clit, feeling her clench around him.

“Shit,” Hyunjin groaned.

Within a few more thrusts, he buried himself inside her. His warm cum filled her up. The vibrator slipped from her clit for a moment before he fixed the issue and turned up the speed.

Listening to her whines as he came down from his high just to finally trigger hers. Watching her hips buck against him. Hyunjin managed to pull out of her and pull the toy away from her to take in the full show. Smiling as she came down, their mixture dripped out of her.

He turned off the toy and tossed it beside them on the bed. Finding the keys for the cuffs and unlinking them from the headboard. Turning the hero onto her stomach and lifting her hips up and sinking back into her.

“Jin,” Y/n whined

“You’re okay darling. Gonna take care of you all night,” Hyunjin smirked and nipped at her ear.

Hands grabbing her wrists and pinning her down to the pillows. “Gotta remind you that you’re mine.”

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(many, many thanks to @nekoning for indulging my goofy idea)

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"Stupid Qi-ge!"

For all its small squeakiness, Speaks With Lost Shadows' voice echoed around the massive chamber, even briefly drowning out the rippling of the pool that was one of its prominent features.

"If you had just said-!" he sobbed, tears making dark visible tracks as they matted his white fur to the dark skin underneath, "If you had just said-!" His attempts at getting the words out ended in a muffled howl as he buried his face into the collars of his former sect leader's robes.

Yue Qingyuan cradled the small cub that had once been Shen Jiu tight against his chest, his own heart swinging back and forth between sinking and hammering so fast that if he hadn't been a strong cultivator, it probably would have killed him already.

'Ah,' he thought. 'So this is what Lady Aurene meant.'

The goddess dragon had sent him a warning across their speaking bond just before sending her caretakers to escort him across the world between worlds to their home in Tyria.

-"You were honest with him once because you thought that was your last chance. If you are not honest with him now, then this will be."

"Is that-?"

"Not a threat," she clarified gently. "A fact. My hatch-mother and aunt are very adept at reading questions under questions, and they bring those concerns to me. He asks them frequently to check with me how you are doing; he speaks of you with regret. But I have seen many of the pathways that bringing you here could lead down, and all of the ones where you continue to hide the truth will end with him no longer asking those questions."-

A part of him had always been confused and hurt by the way that things had gone after Maiglu Ridge. Of course he had known that his past actions didn't deserve to be forgiven, but comparing the reactions of the spirit that had claimed his shidi's body to the reactions of his shidi's soul in this new one, he now understood-

What a mess.

Paws suddenly smacked against the sides of his face, squishing his cheeks between them and startling him out of the messy tangle of thoughts and emotions. Though they were decidedly bigger than those of a cat or dog, the pads and fur were thick enough that he was at no risk from the claws as he stared down into wide, determined black eyes.

"Qi-ge is very stupid," he agreed as he tilted his head to nuzzle soft fur, drawing a huff from the cub. "But he will do his best not to be anymore."

Shadows huffed again. "He better!" he snapped, then pulled back and blinked at him in realization. "Wait... Does that mean... does that mean you're staying here?"

"I spoke with my head disciple about the possibility. Even if it hadn't been this, I think he was aware that something would eventually keep me from ascending with the rest of the Qing generation, because he wasn't surprised at all. We've done all the advance work for him to take over my position if I don't return by the end of the month."

He gave a small chuckle. "Can't imagine my martial sisters and brothers will be happy about it, but considering..."

Considering they were happy to have you replaced.

Considering he still wears your face and your name like a festival costume.

"If your current family is amenable, then Qi-ge will never leave Xiao-Jiu behind again."

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Better at Baking

Klaus Mikaelson x "Little Witch" Reader

Just Fluff

Klaus watched from the doorway as you worked the comb through Hope's hair then began to braid it as she colored the page in front of her. Either you, Hayley or Rebekah always made sure that her hair was done beautifully.

He loved seeing your relationship with her. There were times he swore she preferred your presence to his and he couldn't find it in him to be jealous. He was overjoyed to know just how many people his daughter had who was willing to fight for her and he'd seen first hand the fire that would ignite in you when Hope was threatened.

He'd seen witches first hand for most of his life and when Hayley first told him she'd called you for help he'd been hesitant. Witches always had their own agenda but the moment you stepped foot in New Orleans he'd seen a weight lift off Hayley's shoulders the moment she hugged you in the bar all of you met in. From the first day you'd let every witch in the Quarter know you were there and why.

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He should've known he'd end up falling for you. He remembered vividly the day he realized you were unlike any other witch. Hayley had been taken, some coven intent on ripping Hope from her womb. You'd found her long before anyone else. When he and Elijah had gotten there you were between Hayley and four witches, a shield of your magic around her as you took the effect of the spell.

The set of your jaw and the blue of your magic turning the usual hue of your eyes. You'd been in pain but refused to admit it until hours later.

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He'd found you in the kitchen of the compound and you were attempting to make tea but a light whimper fell from you when you tried to lift your arms to retrieve a mug. He'd ended up retrieving the tea for you and offering his own blood to assist in your healing. You hadn't taken it stating the tea you were making would help but thanked him still.

He watched you as you ground herbs and put them in a steeper. You were so focused on your task that he'd gotten the chance to study you in a way he'd yet to. There was a silent strength to you, the way you maintained yourself even when anger rippled through you. How you could pull a smile from nearly every member of his family and how you were one of the few people who barely blinked an eye at him. You were a remarkable woman, witch or not.

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Soon he stopped thinking of you as just some witch. You became a friend of sorts then as the two of you grew closer Rebekah became a thorn in his side "You've fallen for her brother" "Where's your little witch brother" "careful if you keep waiting someone may make her their little witch instead"

Long before he admitted it to you he admitted to her how he felt for you. She'd nearly buckled under her laughter but encouraged him to pursue it with a simple shrug "She may feel the same"

“Klaus” you spoke his name softly and it was only then he'd realized you noticed his presence. Hope turned towards him with a mirror of his own smile “Hey daddy”

You patted the floor next to you “Want to color with us? I'm not as talented as you and Hope but I can manage to stay within the lines”

Hope laughed leaning her head over on your arm “It's not that bad! I think your picture is pretty” Klaus walked over to sit on the other side of the table you and Hope were sitting around and you cut your eyes at him barely containing your laughter at how his eyes tracked over the page you'd been coloring “Hush you!” You warned but he held his hands up “I wasn't going to say anything love”

Hope tilted her head at your drawing, her eyebrows furrowed before pointing to something on the page “Is that a cat?” You shook your head “It's a car!” Her eyes widened and he saw the moment your resolve broke right before you started laughing “I think I'm better at baking than coloring”

Hope who'd started laughing as soon as you did nodded “The cake you made was really good” Klaus looked between the two of you “What cake?” you glanced towards Hope, both of you grinning before you shrugged “Oops? Not our fault, Kol took the rest!”

“Betrayed by my love and my daughter!” He teased and you nudged Hope “Should we bake daddy something?” She tapped her chin for a moment then nodded and stood, grabbing your hand then reached for one of his “But he has to help”

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m1d-45 · 2 years ago

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Hello! It's a new anon here!

My name is Baby Cat/Out of pocket anon!

If I may, a SAGAU Aether x GN! Reader who has a mortal form that is has similarities to the divine creator but not enough to be confused as an imposter.

I'll clarify a bit, Aether dosent know that his beloved is actually the divine one, but instead thinks that they have simply been blessed with part of their beauty. Tevyat dosent know the creator has descended and is waiting, meanwhile Aether has the creator in mortal form as his darling partner.

-Baby Cat anon

P.S! My cat Duckie has recently warmed up to a new person!

a new tomorrow

a/n: ignore my dogwater schedule i have not written like at all for the past 2-3 weeks ahahah (also this is isn’t very romantic coded but i already hate this piece so my bad g)

word count: ~3k

-> warnings: canon-typical violence, microscopic spoilers for liyue story quest ig

-> gn reader (you/yours)

taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky || @valeriele3 || @shizunxie || @boba-is-a-soup || @yuus3n || @esthelily || @turningfrogsgay || @cupandtea24

< masterlist > || next part >>

when you’d first arrived in teyvat, you had fully expected to die, in honesty.

you were up on the top of starsnatch cliff, and had nearly fallen off in your initial panic if not for a sharp wind and a lucky break. you were much more mindful of where you walked after that, but mondstat was littered with impossible cliffs, and your memory of the area was sharply diminished when you didn’t have a little circle in the corner of your screen to remind you where you were.

you grabbed a few low-hanging sunsettias as you walked, making your way across a nondescript patch of grass. your plan was to just eat them as-is, but after a moments more thought into the idea, perhaps washing them first would be wiser. according to your memory, there were four main bodies of water: a lake and waterfall further north, the ocean to the east, cider lake to the west, and the state of the seven… somewhere.

the lake was surrounded by hilichurls and was a bit too close to the anemo hypostasis for your liking, the ocean was a no for obvious reasons, and cider lake didn’t seem like a particularly good idea, not to mention the only closest access to it you could think of was surrounded by hilichurls.

so, the statue of the seven it is. the only problem, of course, was that you had no idea where you were.

you tried to keep track at first, but then you had to climb down from one too many cliffs and had to take one too many detours around impossible ones, and now you were blindly walking. you could tell by the dense forest and the small lamp grass that you were somewhere in the whispering woods, but the thin path you were following have no indication of your direction. you hoped, of course, that you were headed north, but you didn’t know how to tell. the three sunsettias in your arms looked more tempting by the minute, but you were determined to clean them first. not only would that help you get your bearings again, but you’d lower the risk of whatever diseases were native to teyvat.

…which was something to consider further, in truth. your body wasn’t native, and hadn’t grown up with and developed an immunity to the bacteria here. would you get sick? had you already, and just had to wait until the symptoms developed? should you be more worried than you were?

the path around you was opening up, but you were too busy worrying to bother look up. what were the long-term effects of staying in teyvat? would you be intolerant or allergic to the foods here, because your body wasn’t used to processing them? what were the long term effects of-

“watch out!”

would you find out at all?

you looked over your right shoulder, at the voice that had called, and barely get a glimpse of bright gold before something white covers your vision, tiny hands pulling at your shirt.

“come on,” a high voice says, “follow paimon! let’s get away from the trouble.”

paimon-?

you stumble along with her, letting her take you further into what you now recognize as windrise. damn, wrong way.

“ooh, are those sunsettias?” you notice she’s blocking my your view of whatever’s behind her, likely the traveller and some enemies if you had to guess, judging by her presence and the sounds of metal on wood. “they look really fresh, too..”

you decide against trying to lean around her. best not to traumatize yourself on your first day. “uh, yeah, they are. would- do you want one?” you hold out one of the fruits. “i haven’t washed them yet, but…”

“oh, that’s okay!” she takes it eagerly, giving it a cursory wipe with her sleeve before taking a bite. “you don’t really need to wash em, in paimon’s experience! just a quick clean of any dirt and you’re all good to go!”

…that was stellar to hear.

you patiently wait, pretending the grunts and roars and sounds of clashing weaponry don’t exist. you try to offer paimon another sunsettia, since you know in-lore she’s almost always hungry, but she shakes her head.

“one for paimon, one for you, and one for the traveller! that way, everyone gets the same amount, and nobody’s upset!”

you don’t know how to feel about the fact that she addresses him as ‘the traveller’. on one hand, it makes sense she wouldn’t throw his name around like that. on the other, it feels… wrong. not in a way you can put a name to, but something about it is unsettling.

“did they offend you, or something?”

you startle, looking up, and see aether standing right in front of you, flipping through some hilichurl masks in his hands before passing two off to paimon, who puts them in a cloud of stars.

he looks at you expectantly, and you realize you had been frowning at the food in your hands. “o-oh! no, they.. sorry, i was lost in thought.”

he dismisses the rest of the masks into gold sparks with a nod. “are you alright?”

paimon gasps, hands over her mouth as she flies back a little. “oh, paimon forgot to ask! are you hurt at all? you don’t look like you’re from here…”

you flash her a smile you hope covers the change in topic. “i’m fine. and thank you,” you turn to aether, “your help is greatly appreciated-…” what do you address him as? you’ve technically never met, but to call him an honorary knight is probably unwise…

“the traveller is fine,” he says. “and you didn’t answer paimon’s question.” rats. “are you from teyvat?”

you hesitate, but eventually shake your head. “i’m not.”

he frowns. “how’d you get here?”

“i don’t know.”

“..you don’t have anywhere to stay, do you?”

oh no. you recognize that voice. “it’s fine, you don’t have to worry about me.” you glance around, eventually pointing at mondstat. it’s stunning in person, even from a distance, but you push past its beauty to talk. “there’s a city there, right? i’ll make do.”

“now’s a tense time, even mondstat isn’t as welcoming as usual.”

‘tense’? you don’t remember mondstat being involved in any scandals, and the skies seem clear, so you must be past the mondstat part of the story… “is something wrong? wait, don’t answer that; if it’s tense, then you surely have somewhere more important to be, right?”

paimon huffs. “paimon bets you’re broker than the tone-deaf bard!” wow, okay. “and a single sunsettia doesn’t get you far!”

aether raises a brow. “‘single’?”

“right!” you hurriedly pick the larger of the two, holding it out to him. “as thanks. she’s right, i don’t have any mor- uh, any more to give you, but it’s the least i can do.”

he shakes his head. “keep them. now, regarding your housing-“

“i can stay in mondstat-“

“the entirety of teyvat is on edge right now. the chances of an outlander being welcomed without hassle is low, even for mond.” he thinks about it, paimon mirroring the hand on his chin.

you try to think over the lore, attempting to remember something that could affect the entirety of teyvat. maybe you’re in the middle of the liyue quest? but why would he be in mond… unless you’re beyond the known lore, but in that case he has even less of a reason to be here, and not wherever the crisis is. not that that’s his obligation, of course, but given the trend-

“what’s your name, by the way?” you give it, and he frowns. “ah, that won’t do.” what. “i.. i don’t know about where you’re from, but where i’m from and here in teyvat, there’s a prominent religion that spans nearly the entire world here. this faith is the cause of the conflict i was talking about earlier.”

your heart picks up, and you pray it’s just some weird quirk of the lore you haven’t gotten to yet. maybe something with the heavenly principles? celestia? you regret not reading up on more of the lore now that you’re face to face with potentially a large part of it. “and?”

“you share the name with the primary god.” please don’t be what i’m thinking of, please don’t be- “the people of teyvat are rather protective of their creator, and doubly so now that their presence has gone missing.”

shit.

your mind flashes to all the sagau you’ve indulged in, to the break you’d taken a few days ago because your game had been acting up and you didn’t want to make whatever glitch it was worse in fear of losing your progress.

“oh,” is all you can say.

living with aether is easier than you thought it would be.

by the time you wake, he’s out working for the guild, leaving you and most of the realm within to yourself. you try and be useful by tidying up, but tubby keeps most of the realm clean, so there’s little for you to really do. there’s rooms that weren’t in the game—likely because this is his personal realm—such as a massive library and big sunroom, and you pick through the former on occasion. there’s books about everything, from encyclopedias on flowers in sumeru to the types of silk used in inazuman clothing. everything you don’t understand or want clarification on is bookmarked, and after he’s come home and rested, you both talk about them over dinner.

sometimes he knows the answers to your questions. other times you write them down on a slip of paper, and he takes a detour that day to ask. even if it’s something from a nation he hasn’t visited yet, he somehow finds the answers, returning to you with a longer sheet as he explains. you don’t ask where he got it, nor why he’s so willing to entertain your surely silly questions, but it probably has something to do with the fact that you didn’t fish up a companion that could answer all of your questions about a world you didn’t know deeper than surface level.

similarly, the transition in your relationship was also smooth, so quiet you almost didn’t notice it was happening. it was just so easy to be around him, your familiarity with him outside of the game and implicit reliance on him as an outlander during the mess of teyvat making him easy to talk to.

you didn’t notice when you started greeting him with hugs more often, nor when you started eating side by side at the table, talking about more than just the books. you told him about your world, and he spoke of his, telling you beautiful stories of his sister and their travels.

(“every world i’ve been to has worshipped the creator in one way or another,” he says, pushing his empty plate to the side. “does yours really not?”)

(you make the choice to set aside the many religions on earth. “we don’t,” you say simply, and he frowns, resting his chin in his hand.)

(“how interesting…”)

once he was confident that you knew enough of teyvat and it’s people, he began to take you on his commissions. the realm within was nice, and tubby held good conversation, but cabin fever began to set in after a month or so. he held your hand as you walked, steering you out of the way of monster camps or other adventurers. he didn’t dare bring you on the ones requiring fighting, but you’d helped find lost keys or fallen boards, paimon always certain to pull you away from battle, distracting you with a chat about whatever meal aether would make later.

(“do you guys always cook? doesn’t adventuring pay well?” you asked once, trying to remember how much commissions earned in terms of mora. you never really kept track, nor did you try and figure out how much it was to buy food from places, but surely…)

(“mostly! mora typically goes to either ingredients or first aid supplies. paimon’s thankful he’s a good cook, it’d be impossible to survive otherwise.” she said it so simply, as if it was an easy fact and not awful that they couldn’t afford to eat out even after everything they’ve done.)

(“that’s terrible…”)

(“its not that bad! you’ve tasted his cooking before, it’s great!” that’s true, but- “besides, it’s been getting better recently. with the creator absent, he’s able to take the commissions himself. though it is nice, it’s still worrying they haven’t come back..”)

(the idea that you’ve been indirectly contributing to their situation makes you a bit sick.)

the three of you were walking through liyue, heading for the last commission of the day. shitou, the jade betting guy, needed more ores for his business, and aether was leading you through the city. he’d chosen the waypoint on the western side of the harbor so you could walk through the city, and you were happy he did.

it was so beautiful in person, the buildings and bridges so much more ornate than their models could do justice. the streets were crowded, but you weren’t overwhelmed when aether was beside you, pointing out a jewelry store or a traveling merchant showing off bright balloons to children. you passed one man holding a conversation with a millelith soldier, who was his brother judging by the informal way they spoke and the mentions of shared relatives. you crossed the bridge leading to the eastern half of the harbor, the smell of something sweet and flowery drifting in the air.

“is there a flower shop around here?” you ask, and aether shakes his head, pointing at a building you vaguely recognize.

“there’s a tea house there, and they specialize in rose tea. we could pick up some if you wanted to try it?”

“that’s fine, i was just wondering. i wouldn’t want you to buy something for me if i didn’t like it.”

he stayed quiet, but you could tell he was still thinking about it. “what’s the appropriate way to brew it… wait, do we even have a teapot?”

“i’d hope so, otherwise you’ll have a lot to explain to the adepti.”

he bumps your shoulder as you both begin to turn toward shitou, but you see he’s smiling. “you know what i mean, not that kind of-“

“teapot?”

your steps stopped suddenly, the new voice one you regrettably recognized.

aether turned, greeting zhongli with a smile and a small wave. “not the realm within, don’t worry.”

“that’s good to hear. i’d hate for it to be causing problems.” his eyes flicked to you, seeming to search for something. “and your friend?”

it was weird, the way he looked at you, and aether seemed to pick up on it, stepping forward a bit to block you while also making it seem like he was just turning to face zhongli better. “just someone helping me out. what are you doing out here, don’t you have a shift at the parlor?”

bless aether and his ability to direct conversations, bless him and the speed with which he reminds zhongli of the necessary urgency when working at the funeral parlor, successfully sending the man on his way, even if he gives you another searching look as he does.

“sorry,” aether said, giving your had a squeeze as he approached shitou’s table. “he’s probably cautious because you look like the creator.”

you return it, staying quiet as he hands over the jade and only speaking up once the two of you turn around towards the closer waypoint. “it’s alright. thank you for talking to him.”

he flashed you a smile, putting one hand on the waypoint. “of course. it’s the least i could do.”

liyue fell away in a flash of white, the familiar music of the realm within washing away any lingering feaf or unease from talking to zhongli.

maybe one day you’d come clean, stop lying about reading information from his library. maybe you’d tell him, maybe you’d confess to how crystalflies always seemed to follow you, the wind always at your back.

“what would you like for lunch?” aether called, pulling down ingredients from various cabinets before you even answer because he knows what you’ll say.

“surprise me,” you reply, and he chuckles. the same answer, every time, and every time he manages to find something new to make you.

today you would keep quiet again, as you had every other day. today you would root through the pantry when he forgot the flour, today you would set the table and pull out some paper, asking him about whether or not they had silkworm farms if silk flowers were so common, at least in liyue.

today he would smile, and today he would answer, and maybe tomorrow you’d tell him something he couldn’t reply to.

but that was tomorrow. and this was today.

#baby cat anon #WELCOME BTW HELLO HI SORRY IM SO LATE #genshin #genshin impact #genshin sagau #sagau #self aware genshin #sagau aether #aether #aether x reader #sagau x reader #fluff #sagau fluff #genshin fluff #aether fluff #genshin x reader #gender neutral reader #sorry besties ✌️ math and anxiety over my ap class has been kickin my ASS lowkey #only thing in my head is a specific flavor of hurt comfort (oh god could i adapt that into a reverse isekai) and on occasion zhongli #head empty. no juice only hatred for my statistics class #BUT. I ONLY HAVE A CHAPTER LEFT. WHICH SHOULDNT TAKE LONG I HOPE TO GOD #oh GOSH i missed writing for genshin actually wtf #oh man i was so lost in the statistics sauce i forgot how nice it is to be soft sometimes. shit.#anyway play nice with this piece or rip it to shreds idc i know it’s not my best work by a LOOONG shot

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muzzledjaw · 5 months ago

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I have a lot of headcanons I've posted to @coffee4harper Discord server in the past couple hours and I was holdnto post them here so :]

💥TORCHWOOD💥

**Ianto James Bond Headcanons**

- Ianto has *atleast* five copies of his favourite James bond movies.

- Lisa started the "Jones. Ianto, Jones." Joke.

- After the events of the season 1 finale, ianto had been referred to as 007 multiple times.

- After Ianto's death, Jack went to every opening night showing of a James bond film, then went to Ianto's grave to tell him about it.

- Ianto use to have a framed picture of every James bond actor in his childhood room.

**Torchwood Social Medias**

During slow days at work, the team goes on:

*Owen* - Reddit. He absolutely loves Reddit and frequents many subreddits

*Tosh* - YouTube. She probably watches in depth YouTube tutorials on both things she's interested in so she can learn, and things she already knows to silently judge

*Ianto* - Tumblr. He's not very active, but he does some scrolling during slow days in the tourist office.

*Gwen* - Instagram. She comments on every one of Rhys' posts and watches instagram reels.

*Jack* - do you really think this man knows how to use social media? Owen probably made him download snapchat and got him hooked on the fitters like every grandparent

Owen's reddit account was also linked to his torchwood email

The team once came into the hub really late to find Jack sleeping on the couch under the "TORCHWOOD" sign hugging ten's hand jar

One of the last things the face of bo sees is a suited figure crouching down infront of him and just holding him. He can't remember the figure's face, or who it is, but the face of bo feels safe to die, knowing he's in this unknown figure's arms

Jack reaches out to ianto's sister after the days of miracle day and offers finance support to her until the day she dies, saying ianto would've wanted his family to be safe. This continues for generations, until eventually the children are stopped being told of their late relative Ianto and the odd man who gives them so much money in his name

Owen fucking loves Melanie Martinez - specifically Cry Baby

Sometime in season 2, Jack once again started feeling guilty about suddenly leaving Torchwood for the Doctor for like a year, so he surprised Ianto with a spontaneous road trip. They drove across Wales for a week and it was one of the last peaceful moments the two ever had

**Post Death**

Owen's spirit haunted Dash-Con

After the events of House If The Dead, Ianto's spirit ended up at Canary Warf. Tourists and people who work in the area often talk about the suited Welshman who sits at the fountain all day, everyday, waiting for a woman to arrive

Tosh's spirit, somehow, ended up in Glasgow. She haunts Torchwood 2 and helps old Archie with tech. Archie doesn't realise she's a spirit. He's just happy to have company and someone to help him with all the email stuff

Mitski became popular and Jack locked himself in his office for a week straight and sobbed to her songs, thinking about ianto and all he lost in the past few years. He made sure to keep her music safe until his face of bo era. He never played miski for the guests of his events. She was just for him and his cat maid

The doctor's hand was destroyed in the torchwood bomb, and after learning about it, Jack just sobbed. He's lost tosh, Owen, and ianto. And now, he can't even keep track of the doctor. He's lost in his eternal life with nothing. This later leads to his decision to leave earth

Jack absolutely loved the x-men comics when they were first released, and when X-Men First Class was released he'd watch it on repeat imagining him and his team in place of the characters. The roles would shift around sometimes, but Jack always sees himself as Charles Xavier

Jack had a fling with Wilfred Owen during WW1. He keeps original copies of the man's work close to him. After Ianto's death, he donated what he could scavenge of the papers to the London Archives, not wanting anymore reminders of the men he loved that died too young

After CoE, and realising she never actually knew Ianto, Gwen sat Jack down with a cup of tea and asked him to tell her everything he could about the real Ianto before his funeral. Jack just.. sighed.. and said to gwen, "he was many things" and never explained further

Before the coffin was closed, Jack started a stopwatch and placed it in Ianto's hand. Like the ring that John threw in with Jack when he was forced to bury Jack alive, the stopwatch was a tracker with a special battery to allow it to run for centuries. When he felt lonely, Jack would check on the tracker, just to know that ianto was still there and the stopwatch was still ticking away, timing their time apart. He was not ready for the day he checked on the tracker and the screen was blank

(Based off that one scene in greys anatomy) after the service, Jack and gwen found a quiet spot to sit, and Jack just burst into laughter. And because Jack was laughing, Gwen was laughing. And they laughed together until it morphed into a comfortable silence between them as they held eachother

Ianto was buried with a sobriety coin in his pocket. Only Jack knows about this.

#ianto jones #torchwood #captain jack harkness #janto #children of earth #coe #miracle day #headcanon #owen harper #toshiko sato #gwen cooper

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eddiemunson-reader-shame · 7 months ago

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A Freak and a Basket Case: An Eddie Munson x Fem!Hispanic!Reader

Chapter One - Seek and Destroy

After many years of being unable to connect in a personal way with reader insert fiction across all genres, I’ve decided to make an insert where I’m forcing you to eat a concha, speak a little Spanish and be absolutely weird. I’m a short Hispanic chick who was a loser in high school bro. I admire other writers here in the fandom who have every confidence in me being a bombshell badass, but I’m not her. This one’s for my Hispanic/Latina no sabo girlies who never beat the weird kid allegations and who never fit right into any mold. Con mucho amor. ❤️

[Masterlist] - Chapter One (You are here) - Chapter Two

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Hawkins, Indiana was going to be hell on earth, of that, you were certain.

You did not want to move here in the first place. This whole situation was horseshit. Spur of the moment pendejadas from the family matriarch in command of a newly formed triad. The family did not need a fresh start over in a new home, everyone needed to start looking harder. Expanding the search area. Keeping the name in the media. Doing something about the rampant corruptions and blatant conspiracy afoot.

So you were going to do what you did best: shut out the entire world, and focus inward.

I will not hold fear… Fear is the mind killer…

“Sit up right huevona! You’re going to mark my seats.”

You slid your feet off the seat, hoping deliberately that your shoes left marks. You were looking out the window with a scowl. You wanted to be anywhere but here, in this piece of shit town…

Your mother obviously noticed the scowl, as she sighed deeply before trying to talk to you again.

“I know you’re not happy, but this is a new start for us. Try to make the best of it, yeah?”

“And why couldn’t we just have moved somewhere else in New Mexico?! Chingao, you didn’t even think about it, you just put your finger on the map and ya!”

“Watch your mouth.” Your mother snapped. “And you know it wasn’t just putting a finger and ya. We needed a fresh start, and Hawkins was the best choice we could make. It wasn’t as impulsive as you make it out to be, it’s what’s best for all three of us.”

“And what the hell about dad?!” You demanded. “Huh?! How the shit do we continue doing our part if we’re all far away?!”

Your mother’s grip tightened on the steering wheel, eyes narrowing as she drove. Your words had obviously hit a raw nerve. It had only been a year and some change… The changes hadn’t even had time to settle before the move came.

“What’s done is done. How many times am I going to have to go through this?! It’s been over a year, it’s time to accept he’s not coming back. Basta!”

“Bullshit…” You hissed, quietly resigning yourself to silence as you knew any further provocation would start another fight you didn’t want to hear.

The Dodge Aspen continued down the unfamiliar streets. Even though the realtor had boasted about the minimal commute to the schools, with traffic and the morning commute, Hawkins managed to turn a ten-minute drive into almost forty-five minutes. Luckily, your mom had anticipated this. By five am that morning your mother was already blasting a mix of oldies on her eight track, banging on your bedroom door and setting off the barking of your family’s two dogs. Tiffany had almost tripped you in the bathroom when you stumbled in to use the hair dryer brush on your unruly hair, Scruffy had refused to go outside into the dog run, and the family cat Rhett had puked all over your brother Jaime’s work pants while he screamed at you to help him find another pair. Useless from years of mi hito syndrome.

It had been a shitshow of a morning, an omen of things to come.

Your mother blasted the horn at a green Chevy that nearly sideswiped her, trying to cut in front of her.

“Pinches babosos!” Your mother growled under your breath, but you were too pissed off to care about your normally prim mother’s little slip up.

The two of you stayed in silence for some time, until you spoke up.

“You couldn’t have picked somewhere with raza at least? Like California?” You muttered, “A la chingada mujer.”

“What does it matter if there’s no raza here?!” Your mother demanded. “There’s no way we could have managed in California, and Hawkins Elementary was the only district hiring for my preferred grade. I wasn’t going to kill myself working with middle schoolers in Lynwood!”

“But serio mom?! Right at the start of senior year, you didn’t want to wait until I graduated?”

“With the way you were acting, you were on your way to getting held back for the year.” Your mother hissed, clearly fed up with your bullshit. “So shut your mouth and quit complaining.”

You shut your mouth. What could you say to that? Your mother was right.

A lot had changed in the past year. You were now compulsive in your actions, self-soothing in the oddest ways as old, pre-established habits became worse or new symptoms developed. Pacing up and down the hallway of the old house listening to music on full blast was not anything new, chewing on your clothes was, as was the rebellion of dying all of the new clothes your mom bought you some shade of black or gray. You had always been a bit of a space case, living in your imagination as a kid and reading your weird books or bothering your parents with stories of aliens and weird monsters, but that had all been innocent fun. Science fiction books and fairy movies did not a troubled teen make, but lately that vivid imagination was shrouded in grimdark. Obsessive thoughts, spiteful biting comments, lashing out and isolating away from everyone... This was not normal. This was not your normal.

The reasonably happy, vibrant kid that your mother knew was gone. Instead replaced by a bitter, angry young adult at eighteen years of age that had your innocence ripped traumatically away from you too young.

I will not hold fear… Fear is the mind killer…

This was not how senior year was supposed to go. Senior year was supposed to be the last hoorah. A happy time to start preparing for reality. For college plans. Not a time to be stuck in a small Midwestern town that felt like a foreign country.

The scenery of green trees scattered among the brick-and-mortar buildings of Hawkins held no interest for you. Normally you would be excited at all the greenery, the majority of your life spent staring at the same desert scrubs and adobe houses. Hawkins had four seasons, New Mexico had maybe two, but you would have given up four seasons and Midwestern charm for the sand and red clay mountains any day. New Mexico was closer to what was important.

New Mexico was closer to dad…

It only got worse from there as the car approached the high school. Your mom pulled into the drop lane; the car still idle as she stared you down with a hard gaze.

“Mija, I know this isn’t ideal. But you’re strong. You’re going to do fine. Just please… Please try to make the best of this situation. Do it for me, huh?”

Absolutely no move was made to exit the vehicle despite the impatience of the cars still waiting to exit the drop off lane. You stared at the collective student body of Hawkins High with disdain, downright disgust even. As if you would rather swallow glass than get out of the Dodge. You began chewing on the sleeve of your large jacket, already sweltering under layers of clothes even though the summer mornings in Hawkins were balmy at 85 degrees with high humidity.

“Stop chewing on it mensa, you’re going to ruin the sleeve!” Your mother said, swatting your hand.

You moved the cuff away from your mouth but said nothing, instead fishing in the pocket for your Walkman. When you pulled it out, you opened the tape deck and rooted through your backpack, yanking out a cassette tape from the depths and popping it in. The volume was up so high that your mother scowled when she heard what was blasting from the orange foam speakers of your headphones when you pressed the play button.

“Come on mija, you couldn’t pick something happier for your first day at a new school?”

“Nope.” you growled, pushing the Walkman into your pocket. “I’m not picking shit else. I’m going to play this fucking tape so loud, that everyone is going to stay far the fuck away from me.”

The bite in your tone was unmistakable. You were more afraid than angry.

Despite your mother’s sputtering protests and grabbing hands, you unbuckled yourself, threw open the car door, slung your backpack over your shoulder and slammed the car door on the way out.

Your arrival at school was not exactly on the best of terms, and already you were making enemies out of the majority preppy crowd of Hawkins High. Stomping your way through throngs of students to the front office for your locker assignment and school timetable, bumping the shoulders of anyone who got in your way, nearly sending some lanky string bean of a freshman flying into his little group of friends.

The hell with everyone you figured. Kick rocks. Kiss my ass. Fuck yourself with a bent tire iron.

I will not hold fear… Fear is the mind killer…

You hoped the coordination of the day would repel everyone too. Unlike everyone else who had set up their first day back ensembles with care the night before, you came to school in a black cardigan over top a gray linen dress, black tights layered with dirty socks, beat up Chuck Taylors that had been everywhere from White Sands to TRC, and your hair half assed done.

The piece de resistance was the jacket. Even though it was the end of August, you wore a large Carhartt jacket over your ensemble. Your headphones were on, your Walkman was blasting so loud that the music could be heard when you walked, and your scowl was so menacing that you could not help but lunge at and startle a few innocent girls in pastel color culottes as they passed you by. It was your one line of defense; to deter the general populace of Hawkins High you had decided to be a goddamned menace.

It was unfortunate really, because no matter how hard you tried to deter everyone away from you, it took you maybe the first ten minutes of trying to find your classes to realize that Hawkins High, home of the Tigers, had fangs that could snap even the most ironclad of wills.

You were drastically underprepared for the high schooler’s reception to your take no shit attitude. One big dude you shoulder checked ended up checking you right back into the tan lockers, the crash of your body into the metal was loud and embarrassing, causing a gaggle of girls to point and laugh. They said hateful, evil, ignorant shit as they passed, screaming it into your ear or yanking your headphones right off your ears so you would be forced to listen. The name calling cut deep to the core too. One girl even called you a slur to your face, a foot flashed out from some wastoid and nearly sent you toppling to the ground had your oversized jacket not caught on the door handle to the girl’s bathroom.

It was fucking humiliating. You wanted everyone to go away and leave you alone, and your rebellious attempts at being a badass only ended up attracting every kind of attention you did not want.

You hid in the girl’s bathroom, pushing passed a girl in a blue sundress and a strawberry blonde side ponytail to lock yourself in a stall. The tears could not wait until you were sure the bathroom was empty, you began to sob uncontrollably, loud and unashamed, the noises so awkward you did not hear the whispers of the other girls as they exited the facilities.

Fuck this day. Fuck this town. You wanted out. If you could just run away now and hitchhike with the first car you saw today, you would do it.

Dainty footsteps approached your stall as you bawled like a baby, a soft knock making you freeze.

“Go away!” you cried, voice small and hoarse from the sobbing.

“… Hey it’s… It’s going to be okay…”

A soft, delicate voice only foretold by a pair of blue high heels at the opening of the bottom of the stall. You did not know the girl, nor did you want to.

“Go away…” you begged, face burning with embarrassment as you groveled for your freedom. “Please… Please just go away and leave me alone!”

The shoes hesitated, but eventually walked away. Leaving you to your pity party.

I will not hold fear… Fear is the mind killer…

Play stupid games, win stupid prizes cabrona. Quien te tiene?

You could already hear the criticism from your mother in your mind as the late bell rang and everyone had cleared out of the bathroom to their first period class. With your glasses all smudged up from tears and snot, you exited the stall with your tail between your legs, cleaning up at the sink and washing your face clean before you made up your mind. You were not going to class today or ever again, every part of your mind was made up. Now it would only be a matter of time to find an out. Maybe you could walk home, steal Jaime’s ranfla or the Dodge Aspen to make your escape, probably the Aspen since it was less inconspicuous and would blend into the sea of cars on the freeway better than a blue 1972 Chevy Monte Carlo that was well loved. Besides, the Chevy was out of the question until Jaime got back from work at the Hawkins Water Utility, and you were not going to wait that long for him to come home and stop you. The elementary school was a closer walk, and as you walked out of the girls bathroom without checking if the coast was clear, you put your headphones on to drown out all outside distractions and blasted your Walkman to formulate how you were going to break into and hotwire your mom’s car (you knew how to do neither of these things).

As you were walking, you heard nothing. Saw only the school entrance doors ahead of you, but that did not mean you were not still jumpy and traumatized from before. You were walking quickly, unaware of the noise you were making and drastically underprepared for the biggest shock of your life.

You felt yourself being snagged by the strap of your backpack, an iron grip on your shoulders summoned a scream so loud that it hurt your throat and made you jump nearly ten feet. Your headphones were yanked from your ears, and a low voice with hot breath was in your ear muttering words that would drastically change your life.

“You’ve got bitchin’ taste in music there, princess.”

“FUCK ME FREDDY!”

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Cat Got Your Tongue?

Context: in which Vash gets a little cocky about bringing you to bed, until he's mere seconds from actually having sex and gets shy

A/N: definitely wasn't inspired by an AI chat with 98 Vash, I am so soft for 98 Vash he's my ultimate bbygorl. So I thought I'd spoil him

TW: alien genitalia, collar play, lots of dirty/pillow talk (as Vash gets a lil shy), switch!vash, oral (f!receiving), hand job, fluff, loud vash (man cannot be quiet to save his life), edging

You had been tracking down the infamous Humanoid Typhoon for quite some time now, yet every lead always resulted in a dead end. Every small morsel of information you got on his whereabouts, was proven useless. Each dead end always led to a lengthy lecture from your boss, who seemed to think you could pull God from the sky for an interview.

What a bastard.

Now here you were, sitting alone in a practically empty bar at midday. The bartender had slid you a flat beer, that now rested by your side, turning warm as you stared aimlessly at the special drinks menu.

"What's a gorgeous young woman like you doing all alone? Need some company?" You snapped from your empty thoughts, eyeing the blonde man besides you, squinting at him as he seemed oddly familiar.

You blinked a few times, clearing you head. "I wouldn't mind the company, beats drinking alone."

"I'd agree in all honesty, but it doesn't seem like you've touched that for quite some time." The stranger pointed to the now warm beer, turning his attention to many spirits behind the counter, eyes brightening.

You shrugged slightly, looking down at the drink. "Not really my kind of drink to be honest."

"Then why don't a buy you a drink? Whatever you want, it's on me." The blonde had a growing smile present on his face, his enthusiasm was rather adorable as he waited in anticipation, eyes wide and puppy-like.

You returned the smile as you leant back slightly, hands tapping the counter. "I wouldn't mind a drink, a whiskey neat if you don't mind."

The blonde nodded, calling the bartender as he ordered two whiskeys. As the drinks were served, you happily sipped the liquid, enjoying the burning sensation sliding down your throat. A constant warmth entering you body, it felt amazing. Yet your companion would say otherwise, as he choked back a cough as the liquid burned his throat.

You couldn't help the laugh that slipped from you, looking back at this odd stranger. "Not much of a whiskey drinker, huh?"

The blonde chuckled sheepishly, rubbing his neck. "Not really, I much prefer I less burny kind of alcohol."

You chuckled at his response, taking another swig of your drink before turning to the stranger. "So what's your name? And what brings you to this little town?"

The stranger blinks a few times, suddenly sitting up straight as a coy smirk tugs at his lips. "I'm Vash, as for what brings me here: I just happened to be passing through when I spotted such a gorgeous young woman all alone, I simply had to keep her company."

The dramatic monologue made you cringe slightly, yet you couldn't help but find it slightly funny. "Vash huh?" You smirked, yet just as you were about to response with your own sly remark, you froze. Mouth still agape as you looked this stranger up and down, eyes widening as you jumped up, face-to-face with the blonde. "Wait Vash? As in Vash the Stampede!?"

Surprised, Vash was taken aback by your sudden outburst. "Ye-yeah, that's me. The man with 60 billion double dollars on his head, the one and only Vash the Stampede!" He responded, playing into his role with exaggerated theatrics.

Was this really Vash the Stampede? The very same man that shook you from his trail each time you caught the slightest scent? It was impossible.

"You've got to be joking, right? You can't really be the Humanoid Typhoon, you're way too-"

"Good looking?" Vash interrupted.

"Kind, is what I was going to say." You corrected, taking in the man before. He matched perfectly with the description provided, not to mention his face was exactly like the wanted poster stuffed in your pocket. It had to be him.

"Kind huh? Never been described as that before." Vash laughed, resting his elbows on the counter. "What about you? No way you live in this little town, so what brings you here?"

Those words confused you, then again with the kind of bounty he had, you could only imagine the kind of things he'd be called. "I'm a reporter, came here originally to scope out a group of bandits that's been terrorising a couple towns like this one."

"Is that so? I could use some action." Vash mumbled, eyes wandering as he sat in thought.

You watched him for a while, deep in your own thoughts as you tossed up between the options now laid before you. Either you could continue with the job provided and pray that Vash stays long enough for you to catch up with him, or you could forget the job and complete the original task you were sent to do.

"Whatcha thinking about there, gorgeous?" You jumped slightly, face tinted a light pink.

"Sorry, what was that?" You tried to play off his words, only now noticing how Vash was staring at you.

Those eyes, gorgeous and sparkling, just watched you with such interest. He held no aggressive demeanour about him, his body lax as he took you in.

"I said, what are you thinking about, gorgeous?" Vash leaned in a tad closer, smiling sweetly down at you.

Doubt played at your mind, how could this man truly be the allusive Humanoid Typhoon? He seemed so kind, so genuine. It confused your very soul, his whole personality screamed golden retriever.

"If you are the Human Typhoon, do you mind if I interview you?" You got a little shy at being so forward, yet you had already eagerly pulled out your notepad.

Vash gave you a wink, chuckling at your antics. "Why of course, how could a deny such a request from someone as radiant as yourself?"

Your pen clicked, scribbling down your first note. "Womaniser confirmed." You teasingly joked, earning a chuckle from the man beside you.

"What can I say, I love the ladies." He laughed, winking at you yet again.

You found yourself smiling, crossing a leg over the other as you tapped the pen against your chin, unaware of the way Vash shivered at the action. "As the most wanted man on the planet, what are your views on killing? They say chaos and destruction follow you wherever you go, is that true?"

Vash seemed to deflate at that, clearly forgetting that he agreed to be interviewed. "I highly disapprove of violence, killing especially. I've never once killed a man, and I don't intend to." The answer only confused you further, but you held back to allow him to continue. "I am pretty unlucky too, I do bring a lot of grief for the people in the towns I visit. I honestly don't mean to, but with such a large bounty it's bound to bring trouble."

Tilting your head, it which Vash mimicked the moment he looked back ar you, your brows knotted together. "But surely you've killed someone before, the towns you've reduced to rumble, you can't tell me there weren't causalities."

The question was rather insensitive, accusing even if you were to look at it like that. Yet, Vash just smiled, hesd tilted the other way.

"To be completely straight with you, it broke my heart once I realised people died. I'll even admit I cried, embarrassingly enough," Vash admit, yet even as he smiled amid his words, those eyes gave away how fake it truly was. "Like I said, I don't kill. I never will take a person's life, no matter what they've done."

You lowered your notepad, the page still blank. Your hands rummaged through your pocket, pulling out the wanted poster of the very man before, staring at it.

Vash watched you silently as he rested his head on his hand, smirking. "Liking what you see? I have been told I'm quite the handsome guy, don't ya think?"

"I don't understand, I've been told so many things about you, yet. . ." You looked back up at him, face unreadable. "You're nothing like what I've been, you're kind, a little bit of an idiot, yet you're honest."

Those blue eyes shone, finally reflecting the smile that grew ever wider as he looked at you. "I don't recall the last time someone said that to me, I truly appreciate it."

As your heart fluttered a beat faster at seeing such a genuine smile, it admittedly looked beautiful. You put your notepad away, shuffling closer to the blonde, screw the job.

"I have a few more questions, not interview related," Vash sat a bit taller, curious as he listened. "I'd like to get to know you Vash, the real Vash."

This made Vash swallow thickly, cheeks dusted with a slight blush. "You want to know the real me? No rumours, or bounties just. . . Vash?"

You nod, a little too enthusiastically. "No rumours, bounties or anything in between, just you."

The smile that appeared on Vash's face made your breath hitch, his eyes sparkled, a faint blush on his own face. His body leaned closer to yours, head tilted. "Well then beautiful, ask away."

You couldn't help the giddy feeling warming your body, it could be the whiskey, but it remained untouched from when it first ordered. Gaining some courage, you took a deep breath before popping the first question.

"What's the type of women you go for?"

Vash snorted, face scrunched as he tried to contain his laughter. "So that's the first question you go with huh? Afraid you won't be my type?"

"N-no!" You slapped his shoulder, instantly breaking his composure as he laughed.

"Well if I have to be honest, she'd have to be fun. This place is a real strain on mind, so having a fun gal around who knows how to have good time is must." Vash took another swig of his drink, hissing as the liquid burned down his throat.

"Fun?" Guess I can be fun, it what you would've added, if you didn't have common sense. There was no way you'd openly admit how the blonde was making you feel, how each smile your way made your heart skip a beat, or each laugh causing you to squeeze your legs just that little bit harder.

"Yeah fun! I suppose having a wild side would also fall into that category too, I could totally get behind someone who's a little freaky if you know what I mean." Another thigh squeezing laugh, god this Typhoon was driving you mad!

It wasn't long before your mind began to wander, eyes lingering a little too long around his neck. Before you know it, a collar had materialised around it and you found yourself wiping your sweaty hands along your dresses hem.

"You'd look so pretty in a matching red collar."

Vash's face lit a red rival to his coat, head turning to stare you directly in the eyes. "Wha-what was that?"

Leaning forward, lips brushing against his ear, you repeated what you said in calm tone.

"I said: you'd look so pretty in a matching red collar."

"I-I was afraid you said that." Vash swallowed hard, all cockiness prior faltering as his mind weighed up his options. Yet the moment your teeth nibbled at his ear, the ache in pants becoming that more apparent, his mind was made. "Well I wouldn't be opposed to such a suggestion, in fact I think I might like it?"

The look on his face was pure gold, and the laugh you let out pierced his heart with cupids arrow. Now it was Vash's turn to squeeze his legs together, desperate to hide the root of the ache in his body.

"Would you like me to make you my sweet, obedient puppy? Take you for walks, showering you with treats and attention?" Each word was like honey from your lips, and Vash couldn't contain it any longer. The very thoughts wanting him to cum then and there, your words had him seeing hearts.

"Please, make me your good boy." Vash mumbled into your shoulder, hiding his head in shame.

A sweet giggle sounded from you, hand sliding down his around to lace your fingers around the cool metal of his prosthesis. Pulling him along, you left a few neatly folded bills for the bartender, leaving the empty bar as you dragged your prized Humanoid Typhoon behind you.

Vash didn't resist, his face droopy as he stared at you like a love sick puppy. Not to mention the way you held his prosthetic hand so gently, thumb rubbing the metal as if massaging it. It made his heart sing, he simply couldn't resist the giddy smile plastered on his love drunk face.

A whine sounded when you stopped, looking back at him with wide, innocent doe eyes. The very sight reached Vash's core, an impatient groan sounding from the tall blonde.

"Patience now, I just need to grab something." You gently pat his cheek, before slipping inside a store. Your absence made Vash feel empty, a childish pout forming.

It seemed like ages since you had disappeared, and the more time slipped by the more Vash began to remember how he looked. Suddenly self-conscious, Vash was tempted to flee and leave you to wonder where he went, but he couldn't bring himself to be that cruel. But the thought of you seeing the many scars, metal implants and hideous wounds and you looking at him in disgust, made running seem that much more easier.

"Sorry that took so long, ready to go?" Vash literally jumped, snapping from his thoughts as you reappeared holding a small gift bag in your hands.

Blinking, he peered at neatly tied bag, looking back at you with obvious curiosity. You simple smiled, grabbing his metal hand once again and leading him forward, all thoughts of fleeing quickly diminished the moment your hand entangled with his.

"It's a surprise, you'll have to wait and see." You hummed in a teasing tone, winking back at him with your tongue sticking out slightly.

Vash felt his body tingle all over, yet he couldn't rid the nagging voice reminding him he was hideous under the many layers used to hide what he looked like. It gave him fear of disappointing you, that he wouldn't be able to fulfill your needs just because of the way he looked. It frightened him.

Yet the way you obliviously tugged him along, most likely towards a hotel room you had booked for the duration of your stay, Vash wanted to please you. You were so kind to him, open to his side of things, he felt understood for the first time in years. And he'd be damned if he threw that away now.

Once you both arrived at decent hotel room, Vash watched as you placed the neatly tied gift bag on a nightstand. If curiosity truly killed the cat, Vash would be dead by now, so what's the harm in sneaking a quick peek?

"Oi, that's for later." His hand was swatted away, causing him to whine and rub it.

"C'mon sweetheart, just a tiny peek? I'll act surprised." Vash pleaded, arms snaking their way around your waist as he leaned against you.

"Are you that impatient?" You raised a teasing brow up at the begging man clinging onto you, giggling at his eager reaction. The feeling of his hips pressed into the small of your back reminded you of just how tall Vash was compared to you, it made you kind of nervous. "Fine, but you need to sit down at least."

Vash made a noise akin to high pitched bark, diving onto the rickety bed as it squealed under his weight, the one downside of your cheap hotel. As you approached, ruffling his hair the gift bag in your hands once more, Vash squirmed in excitement.

"Close your eyes," Vash obeyed instantly, and you slipped the item from the bag silently.

You clipped the item around the blonde's neck, feeling his muscle tense at the sudden foreign object, confused at the additional clicks. Once you gave the okay for Vash to open his eyes, the first thing he saw was you towering over him with a red leash in your hands. It wasn't long before he put two and two together, face burning the same red.

Fully flustered now, Vash struggled to form coherent words, every bit of confidence draining from his tongue as you gently tugged the leash. The very action made Vash's clothes feel unbearably tight, but something about you standing over him, holding that leash so beautifully in your hands made him want this even more.

"Cat got your tongue?" You smirked, wrapping the cord around your hand as you moved closer, forcing him to look up. "What happened to that cocky attitude before?"

Vash swallowed thickly, feeling his body sweat as the room became increasingly hot. Yet try as he might, the only sounds that managed to come from him were strangled whimpers, or stuttering groans.

"Uncomfortable? Want me to fix that?" You leaned forward, hands sliding up his torso as you began to unbutton his coat, only to have two hands stop you. A frown formed as you looked at Vash, puzzled you began to think you jumped the gun a little, moving too fast. "I'm sorry, is it too much? I didn't mea-"

"N-no you're fine, it's just. . . I'm not that pretty underneath." Vash looked away, suddenly shy under your attentive gaze, but you only smiled.

"Then how about we try something else, just until your ready?" You gently cupped his face, thumbs massaging his cheeks as his eyes widened, clearly surprised by your answer.

"But I still want you to feel good!" He spluttered out, grabbing your waist pulling you closer. "I just need some time to mentally prepare myself, for getting undressed in front of you."

Vash hears that sweet, gentle and addictive laugh from you, and it drives him wild all over again. Then he's met with the soft press of lips on his forehead, and he's become putty in your hands, sinking further into the palms that held him.

A needy whine is heard when you remove those soft hands, stepping back to pull the dress from your body. Vash watches, eyes wide as he takes in your own scars, clearly being a reporter had its bad days, but unlike his yours were beautiful and decorated with stunning tattoos.

Vash grabs the back of your thighs, pulling you closer as his chin rests up against your stomach, eyes looking up into yours. His own legs rub together in attempt to ease the pain between his legs, you held yourself with such pride despite your body being scarred.

Eyes never leaving you, Vash watches as you lay down next to him, a hand pulling him down by the collar around his neck. Slowly you open your legs, revealing your dripping cunt to the collared blonde, who was quick crawl over to you.

Eager to please you, Vash grabbed your thighs, squeezing them as he licked his drying lips. The very sight of you so wet made his cock twitch against its restraints, you were like this because of him.

Wasting no time, Vash pulled you forward with ungodly speed, causing a yelp of surprise that quickly turned to a needy moan. Vash's warm tongue lapped hungrily at your folds, metal fingers sending chilled shivers along your spine, the mixed temperatures were a whole new form of pleasure. As cold fingers parted you, his tongue worked eagerly to draw out more pretty noises from you.

Each moan, cry of pleasure and lewd panting was music to Vash's ears, the cherry on top was when you abandoned the leash and just grabbed a fistful of his hair. It was utter bliss as you pulled him further against you, nose bumping against your sensation bud of nerves.

Vash brought his flesh hand over, thumb pressed against your clit as he circled it, pinching down occasionally to elicit more sounds. Every new sensation was accompanied by either a harsh tug of his hair, or desperate jerk of your hips against his face, either way it caused a sickly sweet smell to arise from his crotch.

As you quivered around him, clenching against the wet appendage and intrusive fingers, your voiced cried out his name as your thighs squeezed his head releasing against him. Freeing Vash of your grip, you watched as his eyes clouded hazily, still pressed against your warn cunt, love drunk and wishing you could just suffocate him between your thighs. His cloudy eyes looked to you, a wonky smile on his face as he cleaned you up, licking up every last bit of sweet cum until it was all he could taste.

You opened your mouth to say something between pants, only to close it once Vash started to shed his own clothing. Your stomach dropped at the sight of him, not out of fear or disgust at what he looked like under all those layers, but out of worry and concern.

Sitting up, ignoring how your body protested the action, hands running along his scars, fingers tracing every line, bullet hole, or gash you could find. Vash flinched against every touch, worry present on his face as you looked at him. leaning forward, loving kisses were placed over each and every scar.

Vash gasped, eyes closed as each kiss made just that small amount of pain disappear. Not all of it, but enough to ease the constant ache his scars brought.

And without realising it, your lips connected with his, tasting yourself on his tongue as it invited you in. Vash whimpered, pushing you down again as he humped your thigh, lower half still clothed.

You pulled away, smiling up at him as your hands held his face once more. It was all he needed before Vash unclipped his pants, awkwardly kicking them off. You stared at his cock shamelessly, not expecting the sight you were met with.

Four petals had opened, tinged a slight blue as an appendage similar to a human penis was in the centre, except more pointed with slight ridging under the head. What really got your attention was the four vines that pulsated a blue iridescent glow at their rounded tips, twitching as they fluttered against your thigh, sending small shock waves against your skin. It was beautiful, and those tendrils made your body jolt at each sensation they placed against your skin.

"So you're not human?"

"Surprise, guess now my secrets out there." Vash laughed awkwardly, shyly looking away.

A smile graced your features as you pulled him in for another kiss, giving Vash the reassurance to press the tip in-between your folds. The sensation was odd, he was rather slender, but still long as he pushed himself further in. It took you a little longer to adjust to him, panting against his lips as you clenched around him.

"Do you really have to squeeze me that much, geez sweetheart you'll make me cum before I can even make you feel good." Vash pouted, teeth clenched as you squeezed him yet again.

"So-sorry, you're just so big it's hard." You panted, feeling yourself slowly relax as your body adjusted to the foreign cock.

"Thatta girl, you ready for me?" Vash took your slight tug against his leash as a yes, chuckling as he slowly moved his hips.

Even the movements felt odd, odd but so good as those slight ridges caused your toes to curl. Not to mention how those small, budded vines had latched onto your clit, sending waves of static like pulses against the already sensitive nerve bud. This Humanoid Typhoon was full of surprises, and ones you weren't gonna complain about any time soon. There was no way you could look at regular sex the same after tonight, not after Vash just filled you perfectly.

The only real issue was how slow he was going, it didn't match the pace of those waves of electricity against your clit. You were going crazy, growing impatient by the second.

Hooking your fingers under his red collar that he kept obediently on, you yanked him down, a squeal sounded from the poor blonde. "Vash baby, I need you to go faster."

"I don't want to hurt you though, you're not use to all of th-"

"For fucks sake Vash, hurry up and fuck me!"

Vash yelped, instantly picking up his pace. Yet after a while you tugged his collar again, signalling him to thrust into you faster still.

His pounding became almost ruthless, and his face, contorted with obvious pleasure, held a hint of worry as he struggled to keep the pace himself. You on the other hand, moaning at each hard thrust inside your sopping cunt, loved every tingle of static, every harsh collide of Vash's sculpted hips against yours. It was pure ecstacy.

Vash was practically leaning right over you, head buried against your shoulder as your legs were pressed against your chest. You could feel his pace staggering, turning sloppy as his high neared. His rough hands squeezed your hips, teeth chewing slightly against your shoulder as he moaned loudly.

The closer he got to his climax, the louder Vash was. You couldn't hear yourself over his whines, whimpers and pleasure filled cries, if you weren't heard before, your lewd act was definitely made aware of now.

"Ngh- so, ah! So close, sweetheart. Just a little. . . Longer." Vash panted out, crashing his hips against yours in desperation.

Soft hands raised his head, droopy eyes staring down into yours. "Stop."

"Wha- huh?" Vash thought you were simply joking, still he halted his actions, worried he'd done something to upset you. Or worse, hurt you.

But as he went to pull out, your legs wrapped around him. "I said stop, not pull out, such a naughty puppy."

Before Vash could question you, his collar was tugged roughly, cock twitching inside you. It was driving him mad not to fuck you, hands balled against the bedsheets as his eyes pleaded, begged you to let him come.

You tugged his collar again when he moved, trying to finish what he started, but you wouldn't let him. "Did I say you could cum? Such a bad puppy."

Vash whined, face buried in your chest as his hands clawed the sheets, eventually clasping each breast in one hand. He began kneading at them, squeezing them as if they were some stress toy to distract himself from being unable to relieve himself. Each second felt like hour, dragging on as you simply watched his small silent tantrum, abusing your breasts as his squished them around his face.

Giggling at his antics, you ran your fingers through his hear. "Alright, you've been a good boy, you ca- ah!"

Vash didn't let you finish, jumping up and pounding into you with inhuman speed. His hands grabbed your waist, pulling you down as he slammed into, this time you were the one being loud. Yet it wasn't long until Vash choked at a strangled cry, slamming into you one last time as iridescent cum began to fill your spasming pussy, milking his cock. Your high came not long after, nails clawing Vash's back as you cried out his name, eyes rolled back as your legs quivered.

Vash pulled out, collapsing on top of you as he panted against your chest, using them as pillow. You responded by combing his hair with your fingers, a sigh of content from the man.

His arms wrapped around your waist, humming against you as he closed his eyes, nuzzling at your chest. The steadying beats of your heart soothed Vash, eyes slowly closing as felt safe enough in your company to sleep. He's never had sex before, at least not much in his 150 years of wandering this desert wasteland, so when you moved to begin cleaning up the mess you both made he frowned, holding you tighter.

"Vash darling, we can't sleep on spoiled sheets, please let me clean up." You giggled, watching him shake his head 'no'. "You're such a child, at least move a little bit so I can remove the bottom sheet."

Begrudgingly doing as his told, without letting you go, he moved just enough for you to remove the spoiled sheet and lay back down. The childish Human Typhoon still curled on top of you, eyes closed and cheeks puffed out in a pout. The very sight made you laugh, gently stroking his head until his face relaxed.

It was simple aftercare, and you didn't mind that at all, as long as Vash was comfortable. The peaceful look on his face made you smile, giving in to sleep yourself.

But as you slowly began drifting off to sleep you were abruptly woken, pushing the blondes face away from you.

"Vash! Don't bite my tits like that!"

"I'm sorry, they just felt so good I had to!"

"No you didn't, you idiot! You just wanted to be a perv!"

"For your information you slept with this perv, besides shouldn't you be treating me a little kinder? I made you feel good didn't I? Ow! What was that for!?"

A/N: I'm not overly happy with how this one turned out, I was clearly in different moods writing it.

I hope you guys enjoyed it anyways! Trying to give our 98 Vash some lovin, also his dick is suppose to be my Stampede Vash's headcanoned dick, but you can just replace the petals with wings or feathers.

Love you all, enjoy!

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