#You were defeated by your subordinates

[mountaingutta]

I was looking for something to watch this morning, browsing through the Transformers franchise list, and this idea came to me

I love when the same character meets versions of themselves from other universes. So, imagine a room full of Optimus Prime. But along with them are their partners. And none of them are Megatron

G1 – Optimus and Elita One (or Ironhide)

TFA – Blackarachnia (or Prowl)

TFP – Ratchet

Armada – Jetfire

IDW – Shockwave

EarthSpark – Starscream

Bay – I don't really know. Could be almost anyone. Even Cade.

TFO - Jazz

and so on for each universe

And a bunch of Megatrons are standing on the side just like WTF?!

[lanabuckybarnes]

| A Door Away |

Minors DNI 18+

2 weeks. It’s been 2 weeks of biological warfare in the sense of your heat. When he met up with you in the hall, Bucky knew with just with a glance just how fucked he was, and he needed it badly

✧Pairing✧ Alpha!MilitaryVet!Bucky x Omega!Fem!Reader

✧Warnings✧ Alpha!Bucky, Pining, Fluff, Buck being a cutie, Wet dreams, Oral (M), Rut, Heat, A/B/O Themes, Dirty Talk, Petnames [Omega, Pretty Girl, Baby, Princess], Dirty talk, Confessions - Any other warnings let me know

✧Word Count✧ 3.7k

✧Events✧ Hot Bucky Summer | WEEK 2 | “What should I call you? | Master, Alpha, Pet | @buckybarnesevents

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James Bucky Barnes was aloof. He kept to himself most of the time, rarely speaking beyond a hello or a soft ‘how are you?’ You had to admit that there was something about the man that intrigued you. Was it his cold gaze that seemed to melt whenever he looked at you, those rippling arms and toned body you’d caught a glimpse of through your peephole one warm day. Or maybe it was the sweet gentle nature he hid behind those layers of hardened emotions. You can always remember the first time you met your neighbour face to face. He held a basket in his hand filled to the brim with household items that you could easily have forgotten with a big move.

“Oh hi” you chirped when you noticed that you’d been taking in the man for a little too long. His scent captivates you, keeping you glued to your doormat. A rich vanilla permeating your nostrils, it was one of the nicest scents you’d encountered around your time with alphas.

He cleared his throat, the tip of his nose and ears darkening to a deep pink.

“My sister…I mentioned to her I had a new neighbour and she made this…for you” his voice dropped off at the end of the sentence, his deep blue eyes unable to hold your own for more than a minute. He was peculiar for an Alpha, most of them reeked of arrogance, treating their subordinates like gum on the sole of their shoe. But here he was, a basket stretched out to you and his eyes pinned to his shoes.

You’d been staring again.

A few months into living in the new apartment, everything was finally settled and you were settling into your little home just great. Bucky helped an awful lot which surprised you beyond belief. When your AC broke and your landlord wouldn’t pick up your calls James knocked on your door, tools in hand. He had it fixed in under an hour.

The same with your shower, sink and that time you bought a bigger bed, determined you could do it yourself only to knock on James’ door with your tail tucked between your legs.

After an offer of his favourite dish and beer, he found it hard to keep the ‘annoyed’ scowl on his face. You were just too cute looking up at him like that, with wide puppy dog eyes, looking so defeated. His animal brain lived for the domestic life you two had accidentally created.

“Today was nice Buck” You turned in his embrace to lean into his side a little more, your legs tucked under you and your face inches away from his. The swans in the water splashed around, courting each other with their pretty dances.

“I’m glad you liked it” he let his hand, the metal one that he’d lost while serving, cup your cheek, the plates clicking softly as he soothed his thumb over the bone.

His eyes dropped to the perfect bow of your lips, how close they were to his. It would take only a slight movement to connect them, swallowing your soft sounds.

“You don’t gotta stare,” you teased. He lurched forward, capturing your lips in a tight embrace, his tongue pressing against your mouth looking for entry which you gladly granted.

There was no fight for dominance in the kiss, your tongues dancing instead. His lungs stung with lack of oxygen but he didn't want to pull away, he couldn’t, your soft floral scent mixing with the dewy air keeping him trapped. When it became too much you parted, his lip captured by your teeth.

There was something so primal in your eyes, a longing that had him twitching inside his jeans in anticipation.

“James” his name came out of your mouth as a breathy whimper, almost like it was excruciating to say his name. The air around you both changed into something humid, biting at him, rearing its erogenous head.

He didn’t even notice the way your hand had drifted down, his breath catching in his throat as you rubbed your palm over him.

“Need you James” you whispered so sweetly in his ear, leaving soft kisses down his neck, completely missing his scent gland. The rhythmic clanks of his belt sounded in his ears and you pulled back with a victorious sound.

You looked like an angel as you pulled him from his briefs, pumping his length until precum beaded at the tip. Your eyes never left his as you sunk, your tongue rolling out to taste him.

You were so close he could feel your hot breath against his tip, your pink muscle drawing ever closer—

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Bucky’s eyes shot open. His chest heaving against his mattress euphoria, evidence of his actions that he’d just imagined soaked his underwear and sheets.

But the dream was more than just a run-of-the-mill thing. It only meant one thing for Bucky. His rut.

To say you were growing concerned for James was an understatement. For over two weeks now you hadn't seen him, hadn’t heard a thing from him at all. It was like he just vanished. It was when he didn’t show up for your weekly meal together that it reached its boiling point.

You couldn’t even eat the food you prepared as you sat, staring blankly at the spot James would usually sit, letting you drag on and on about your day with a soft smile or a little comment here and there. Your heart always fluttered when he did that, even if it was just a small hum it sent butterflies flapping about aimlessly in your stomach.

You went to bed in a sour mood, hangry and entirely terrified for your friend.

You tossed and turned in dreamless slumber, any slight sound shocking you awake, no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t force yourself into deeper rest.

The clock on your bedside table read 3am when you heard a bang in the hallway, a curse following it. You slipped out from under the covers and grabbed the first thing that came into your hand, your dad’s baseball bat he gave to you for good luck—and for a scenario just like this one.

You crept silently down your hall to the front door, avoiding each creaky floorboard that Bucky promised to fix sometime last week. Peaking through the peephole you found the very man that had made your life a living pain for the past few weeks.

You swung your door open quickly, meeting the wild eyes of James, anger bubbling in your chest fighting with the concern you also felt. The concern won by a slim margin.

“James” you whispered, inspecting his body with your eyes. His hair was a tousled mess, and his pale blue shirt was wrinkled. Still the same man and with no sign of injury, except the pained expression across his face.

“Bucky. Call me Bucky” he forced a smile but he couldn’t hide the low rumblings of a growl in his broad chest. His brain short-circuited at the way your sweet voice sounded. It brought him right back into his bed and into that dream. He couldn’t deal with that and he sure as hell wouldn’t force you to either. He wasn’t that kind of alpha.

Then your nose picked up on something in the air around you, that vanilla smell that Bucky had, it swirled with something much more fruity, something suggestive that had your omega brain wrestling with your logical human side.

His rut.

That’s where he was.

His voice rasped as he spoke, lying dormant for too long but your mind was far too occupied with more nefarious thoughts. You couldn’t help but imagine him, legs spread wide on a couch, his naked chest blushed pink, his mouth agape as strangled moans, growls, any sound of pleasure falling from him. His hips fucking up into his hand, or one of those silicone pussy’s you’d seen in porn.

Would he be thinking of you while he called out for his omega?

“Hello?” You shook out of your trance, realising that you’d been staring at Bucky the whole time. You shot him an awkward smile, confusing him further.

“Bye.”

Slam. Your door shook on its hinges as you slid down the other end of it.

Bye? Why the fuck did you say that? You let your head fall backwards, sucking in some much-needed fresh air. Your thighs clenched, your hand wandering between your legs to your soaked panties. And that was only because of his smell.

Bucky was no better, the remains of his rut flaring up at the sight of you, in that tank and panties. You hadn’t anticipated anyone and opened the door in a panic, completely forgetting about your half-naked look. Bucky grunted, mumbling under his breath about how ridiculous he was being. He threw his keys into the bowl and stripped off his clothes, heading straight for the shower. If he left it any longer he didn’t want to think of the ways he’d ruin your tiny body.

His cock throbbed at the notion. God he hated his brain sometimes.

You shot out of bed in a panic at the first twinge. It couldn’t be happening, you hadn’t had one in months. The second twinge had your legs like jelly, your hands slapping onto the nearest surface.

Oh, it was happening, and you had only a little time to prepare.

Throwing on a pair of sweats and quickly doing your teeth you frantically made your way to the car park to grab your car, almost speeding to the shop just so you could be at home in time.

You raided the store of all its protein products and energy drinks. The bags almost burst at the seam as you carried them to the elevator. Your fingers ached and your body cried out. Come on it won’t be that much longer, you reassured that animalistic part of your brain.

Stepping out onto your floor you struggled down the carpeted hall, the bags feeling heavier and heavier. Thankfully Bucky would be at work, you didn’t have any chance of bumping into him.

You fished for your keys in your pocket, grasping them tightly before fumbling with them.

“Need a hand?” Oh shit. Oh fuck. Oh yesss. A range of emotions crossed your brain at his deep voice, your logical brain cursing while your omega brain reeled.

Yes. you need a hand, let the alpha know what’s wrong. Your animal brain demanded.

Don’t be fucking stupid, he’s your neighbour and he doesn’t even like you. You’re wanting us to wriggle our ass in his face and beg to be bred, yeah I’m sure he wouldn’t call the cops.

It wasn’t unheard of for omegas to ask alphas for help during their heat, kind of like a friends-with-benefits scenario. But you’d be damned if you were asking Bucky for help. You could get a bit…passionate about sex and it doubled during your heat, you liked Bucky too much to let him bear witness to that, your mind plaguing you with thoughts of him hightailing it and running at the first sight of you.

You’d settle with your little knotted friend that rested neatly in your drawer.

After politely declining Bucky’s offer you for straight to work.

Night drew closer, your nest established on your floor, perfectly poised just the way you like it. Energy drinks and your trusty silicone dildo lay off to the side.

You took your time showering, doing your entire routine. Drying yourself off before lathering your body in lotion, you didn’t even bother to put on some clothing, instead settling yourself into the nest in a foetal position.

Your hips rolled into the air, soft whimpers falling from you at around 2am. Without hesitation you grabbed the rubber cock, squirting some lube on it and running it through your soaked slit. You pushed it in slowly until the knot pressed against your entrance, your pussy not quite ready yet but with the way your wetness rolled out of your body, it wouldn’t be too long.

Bucky could hear your whimpering from the next apartment, your scent wafting through his house and straight into his nostrils. His cock twitched at your soft sounds, your muffled pleading for an Alpha to fill you up.

His mind wandered, were you using your fingers to get off or one of those cocks he knew companies made to exploit little omega’s like you.

“Mmm fuck Alpha hurts so much need your pups”

God it was going to be a long night.

The longer you went on the worse Bucky got, his cock dribbling all over his tight briefs, his skin glistening with a layer of sweat. He sat on the side of his bed, his head leaning against the wall, listening to you please yourself.

2 weeks later your heat was showing no signs of subsiding. Your supplies from your first run had gone long ago and you had to ask your friend to grab you some more. You’d never felt a heat like this, usually they’d last a couple of days and that would be that but you were still riding your dildo a week later.

“Fuckfuckfuck…Alpha please so good” you slurred, a flurry of whimpers slipping out of your mouth as you rocked your hips back and forth, the head of the dildo brushing against your sweet spot. Your pussy gushing more slick around the plastic, smearing all over your thighs and onto the blankets of your nest.

It just wasn’t cutting it anymore. Your orgasms shook through you but you were left unsatisfied and riding the rubber cock desperately. Trying to seek that one good, back arching blissful climax that had you sinking into your sheets in exhaustion.

But it never came.

“Oh fuck Alpha gimme that fucking knot mmmm need your knot so bad, need you to breed me full” your moans mixed with the sloshing of your cunt, your lips stretching around the knot as it sunk into you repeatedly with a sloppy sound, your fingers frantically strumming your clit for anything. You could feel the coils in your stomach tighten almost painfully but no matter what you did they just wouldn’t snap.

“Fuckkkkk” You stopped your movements, sitting on the dildo and catching your breath. You were at a loss, you didn’t know what to do, if you didn’t cum you were going to drive yourself insane but no matter how hard you fucked yourself it just wouldn’t make anything happen.

You were so desperate, so fucking needy. You needed an Alpha.

The dildo fell out of you with a pop as you stood on shaky legs, each step towards your bedside cabinet sending pleasured shocks up your spine. You unlocked your phone, scrolling through your contacts until you reached the one you needed.

‘Bucky 🤭🩵’

For a second you hovered over the call button, unsure if you should do it. But need prevailed and the ringing brought you back to reality.

“Hello?”

You almost moaned pathetically down the phone at the sound of his voice, thick with sleep deprivation and so fucking husky.

“B-Bucky…” you hadn’t thought this far, your brain was so fogged with need that you didn’t even stop to think about how you’d ask him for help. Bucky’s voice at the end of the line was quick to respond. You didn’t need to tell him a thing he could hear just how much you struggled.

“I’ll be over in 5”

You could’ve cum on the spot, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you bit your lip and clenched your thighs. You looked around your room, a mess of blankets and pillows arranged in a circle on your floor and in the centre, your dildo. You sunk to the floor, no longer able to stand as the waves were just too much. The hardwood hurt your hands and knees as you crawled into the centre of your nest but you couldn’t care.

You were finally getting help and you couldn’t have been happier with who it was.

Your cheek smooshed against one of the pillows as you lay waiting, your hips grinding into the air subconsciously. You were so wrapped up in your trance that you failed to hear the front door opening or the soft knock on your bedroom door.

“Look at you pretty ‘mega” Bucky drawled from behind you, his slate blue eyes boring into your core. A fresh wave of slick trickled from you at the sight of him, his smell infecting the air in a way that had you gulping down oxygen like you were starved of it.

You watched as he slipped his shirt over his head, dog tags jingling before resting on his sternum, his metal hand drifting down to unbuckle his belt. You took him in like he was a cold glass of water on a boiling hot day. He was the magic medicine to your ailment.

He wasted no time in pushing his jeans and briefs to the floor, his thick cock slapping against washboard abs. He was so much bigger than the toy you relied on, your brain fought with itself, wondering if you could even take a cock that size.

You’d come this far.

“How’d you want it pretty girl? Want me to fuck you like you are just now, on your hands and knees presented to me like a little slut. Maybe you want me to flip you over and pound you, let you watch me as I hit every little inch of that hot ‘mega cunt” he spoke, words dripping with lust.

“I don’t care please Alpha” You slipped, pushing your ass back to him, waving it enticingly as more slick dripped from your folds. You needed it now, none of the teasing.

“Alpha?” He questioned with a teasing smirk, sinking to his knees behind you and flipping you with ease onto your back.

Fuck looked beautiful all fucked out, your face wet with frustrated tears, your pupils so dilated you could barely see the colour. Your chest heaving causing your tits to bounce and that sopping pussy, pathetically clenching around nothing, silently begging for him to fill you, make you full with him and only him.

“What should I call you?” You blinked up at him, blushing lightly despite the fact you lay spread wide for him. You’d never called someone Alpha before, it just fell from your mouth in bliss. Insecurity bubbled up at the thought of maybe Bucky not wanting to be your Alpha, even for just a short period.

Your worries were all squashed when he lined his fat head up with your core, sinking fully in a single thrust.

“Alpha’s fine baby, now lemme fuck that omega brain dumb alright. You don’t gotta think anymore, your alpha will do that for you.”

Dominance radiated off him. The kind that made you want to submit, roll your head back and present your neck for him to mark, letting him claim you.

He slid out slowly, letting you feel every inch, every vein of his length until just his head remained buried inside you before he thrust forward again, his tip kissing your cervix.

His thrusts picked up at the sound of your heavenly sounds, your body arching up to meet him, to be as close to him as possible.

“Ohh fuck ‘mega, that pussy ain’t been fucked good in a long time huh, she’s sucking me back in, such greedy little cunt…so fucking tight…that’s alright though, your alpha’s got you now, won’t let that pussy go unsatisfied again” Bucky fell to his elbows, his nose bumping yours as you shared each other's air. Your legs spread underneath him as his hips pushed your thighs open further.

You couldn’t think. he was everywhere. A hand in your hair, his hot breath fanning over your face and neck, his dick filling you up. You were ruined for any other Alpha you just knew.

Sobs bounced off the walls, sounds you’d never heard before falling from your mouth. Your hands clung to him, wrapping around his back, your fingernails digging into his shoulder blades.

Fuck you were so close, those coils tightening deep in your belly again, hot spikes of pleasure rolling up your spine, your cunt spewing your essence around him.

“Fuck ‘mega my fucking knots swelling already ohhh shit, my knot ain’t swelled this fast before” he laughed between guttural grunts, his teeth nipping your jawline.

“Mmmm Alpha” you heave, your pussy clenching him tightly.

“Gonna cum baby? Gonna squirt around my fucking knot yeah? Oh fuck oh shit come on sweet omega, cum on my fucking dick.”

Your world went white when the swollen base of his cock pushed into you, stretching you wide, your preen stuck in your throat as your body convulsed with such an intense orgasm. Bucky rammed his whole weight into you a few more times before following suit, dumping his huge load inside your ruined cunt.

You don’t know when he rolled you over, his arms wrapping around you, your leg hooked over his hip. Your soft whines were the only indication that you hadn’t passed out, along with the look of sheer unbridled joy melting over your features. The softness and domestic nature of it all grounded Bucky. He didn’t feel regret like he thought he would, or guilt that he’d corrupted you

He felt at home.

“You did so good for me, pretty girl, don’t know anyone that’s taken my dick so good. Such a pretty little ‘mega” he praised, nuzzling his nose into your hair.

“Love you alpha” You forced despite your tongue feeling like lead in your mouth.

“I love you too princess, now get some rest alright? I’ll be here when you get up, then I’ll make you feel nice and good again.”

Bucky’s warm embrace and strong scent lulled you to sleep. A deep satisfied slumber that you hadn’t felt for months, a smile on your face.

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The Manticore's Game

Kinktober Day 11: Paralytic Venom

Male Manticore Yandere x Gender Neutral Reader CW: Noncon, nonconsensual to consensual, venom, paralysis, non-human genitals, manticore, nibbling, licking, playful yandere, sweet yandere, general yandere behavior, he fucking purrs like a big house cat y'all, happy ending, kinda fluffy Word Count: 1k (I wrote this relatively quickly just today. I hope you all love it. Someone wanted me to write happier endings and yeah I do need a few sprinkled in a bit more often.)

There were reports of a mighty beast-like man devouring sheep from the flocks of the shepherds on the outskirts of the kingdom. It was in your jurisdiction, so you sent some lesser warriors to investigate and resolve the matter, but they had retreated in terror and refused to go back.

You were the head of the lesser noble house that oversaw the region and a skilled knight, and none of your subordinates were up to the task of defeating the monstrosity. So it seemed the task fell to you personally.

Bravely, you went on your own to the mountain village and tracked down the monster's lair. You found him at the entrance to his cave. He towered above you, fangs bared. You could see why the others had retreated. He was a rare and powerful creature, a manticore!

The beast had long shaggy hair that started black but ended in red, yellow eyes, fingertips with retractable claws, massive black and red wings, and a large scorpion tail.

Unlike the others, you fought through your fear and charged. You tried bashing him with your shield. But the manticore blocked the blow with his muscular arm before stabbing its tail into a chink in your armor.

You buckled instantly, falling to the ground like a chunk of lead. You couldn't move and were completely helpless as the monstrous man crouched beside you and removed your armor piece by piece. The last one that he removed was your helmet. After he removed it, you could smell the musk practically rolling off his crotch.

He wore no clothing, though he was covered in fur from the waist down. You were sure he was going to kill you, but instead, he stung you a second time, and you woke up hours later beside the village with no weapons or armor.

It was humiliating. Of course, you had to restore your honor. But you also weren't unfair. The next time you faced him, you used a blunted blade. He hadn't killed you, so you wouldn't kill him. Though you would imprison him as a livestock thief and make him work off his debts.

Once again, you ended up on the ground after the first sting. The beast stood over you and laughed before taking your belongings to taunt you. After that came the second sting, which sent you to sleep. Once more, you woke up outside the village.

It went on like this for months. It became the manticore's favorite game and your greatest embarrassment. He must have collected dozens of sets of armor as trophies.

Once more, you tried to best the beast, and once more, you wound up on the floor. This time was different, though. After removing your bothersome armor, he hauled you into a cotton and feather lined nest.

And, for the first time, the manticore spoke.

"Azin is in rut. Need mate. You're Azin's best friend! Always play games! You're all Azin thinks about. Will make the best mate."

He didn't stop at removing your armor. He took away all your clothing and didn't administer the second sting that would put you to sleep.

Azin purred loudly as he nuzzled his head against various parts of your body. He flipped you onto your back and licked and nibbled on your chest. His cock was hard, It stuck out large and proud from his sheath. It was also much muskier than normal, the strong smell alone made your crotch tingle.

You were a little scared but were more embarrassed than anything else. Maybe the venom had mellowed you out a bit, or maybe you just felt that comfortable with Azin after all the non-lethal combat the two of you had engaged in. If he wanted to hurt you, he would have.

His slimy cock craved the warm embrace of your hole, but even in rut Azin had the presence of mind to stretch you out first. Using gobs of precum as lube, he carefully tended to your entrance with several strong fingers.

Once you were good and prepped, he propped your legs up on his shoulders and then slipped his entire length into you with one fluid motion.

"Ahhhh," he sighed, "You take Azin so well~"

And he filled you so well. You would have been moaning, but all the paralytic he had envenomated you with would allow were soft gasps and whimpers. Azin licked and sucked your neck, your cute little sounds of pleasure spurring him on and into a frenzy. He pushed you into a mating press, his large furry nuts smacking into you as he bred you.

Nothing in your life had ever felt so good. No, not just good, but right. Having him pounding into you just felt right. Your paralyzed managed to shake slightly in orgasm just as he emptied his cum deeply into you.

"Azin loves you so so much! Going to breed you lots and keep you safe always!"

The two of you panted a bit before going several more rounds. When it was finally over, the venom had worn off. You cuddled up to him, his loud rhythmic purring helped lull you into the best sleep you ever had.

Of course, when you woke up, you'd have to do the only thing you could... take him back, marry him, and have him live with you in your little castle. There was really no other honorable option.

Azin's kind mated for life. It would be cruel to abandon him, and you had come to see him more and more as a friend rather than an enemy. You couldn't exactly just imprison him and make him work now.

Marrying him was honestly the perfect solution. With him at the castle, he wouldn't be stealing food. And just the fact that your house had a manticore would ensure safety from political rivals. It would be a great way for him to make up for his unlawful consumption of sheep. What assassin would dare trespass into the home of such a beast?

Sure, you'd be known far and wide as the monster fucking noble, but at least the dick was amazing!

[xiaowhore]

equivalent exchange.

DRAFT. this fic is incomplete, as i've stated in this post. this has been sitting in the dungeon for a while, and i have no plans to finish them, but i posted these drafts to not let them go to waste. it is up to you if you still want to read them regardless of their incompletion :) i will be writing my original ideas for the fic at the end so you guys will have an idea of what the fic was supposed to be like.

premise. when ayato stumbles upon a drafted resignation letter on your desk, he doubles his efforts to show you the perquisites of staying by his side.

he doesn't want to lose a competent subordinate. that's all there is to it.

note. what's wrong with secretary kim au but it's definitely not the same because i stopped watching at episode 5 and have no idea what happened. anyways i think we were all expecting a ceo!ayato x secretary!reader fic at some point so here it is. (couldn't keep this gender neutral for plot reasons, so feminine pronouns were used.)

Kamisato Ayato considers himself a good boss.

Or as far as things go, he's a decent one. He treats his employees well, takes them to expensive restaurants for company dinners, and discourages overtime so they can head off early for the night. He doesn't care much for formalities, and he gets along with his colleagues fairly well. He's never heard anyone talk behind his back or complain about his attitude at work, and there aren't any rumors spreading about him (if he turns a blind eye to the conspiratorial gossip guessing his relationship status).

But he does have minor faults. Like showing a more mischievous side when work hours are over. Getting Thoma dead drunk during dinners because his half-conscious inebriated talking is a form of amusement, or riling up Itto in drinking games just because it's funny. Then he leaves Sara to clean up the mess for him, since Yae seems to enjoy the comedy sketch as thoroughly as he does and probably won't lift a finger to help even if he asked her to.

As his assistant, you're prone to falling victim to his shenanigans, silly stunts that coax out aggravated eye rolls and sighs of exasperation. Years of experience eventually shaped you up to be entirely immune to April Fools' pranks.

He's in the middle of planning another one when he spots a letter of resignation on your desk.

At first, he thinks it's your rebellious phase arriving a decade late. He always found it odd how you never retaliated against his tricks, and this may just be the long-awaited April Fools' prank of vengeance. If it is, it's particularly mean of you—Ayato does have feelings, you know? Even he would feel hurt if you told him you wanted to leave! You shouldn't take this kind of thing lightly!

Then he remembers you aren't the type to make jokes, April Fools' or otherwise, and it's that moment when he feels (proper) fear.

“[Name] wants to resign?!”

Ayato makes a zipping motion and Thoma's shrieks immediately die down, but the disbelief on his face has yet to wane. His brows scrunch together, brain hard at work in processing this piece of information, though it seems to short-circuit in utter confusion from the sudden blow.

Scandalized, Thoma lowers his head and levels his voice to a hushed whisper, “Are you sure you saw it correctly?”

“I have able eyes. Unfortunately, my optometrist confirmed my perfect vision and assured I saw it just fine.” Woe is he.

“Get them checked again.”

“No matter how much I check, it won't change the results, Thoma.”

“We don't know that for sure, sir!”

“Trust me,” Ayato deadpans, looking off into the distance, “I checked with him thrice.”

Defeated, Thoma leans back to his chair, crossing his arms while deep in thought. “You saw the letter, but she didn't turn it in, did she?”

“She didn't. No e-mail, either.” Ayato taps the table in a mindless rhythm, expression stern but the shape of his lips almost resembling a pout. “Do you have any idea why she'd want to resign?”

Thoma rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “Is that a genuine question, sir?”

Ayato's head snaps back to look at his companion. “Why wouldn't it be?”

“...Everyone in the office knows you... tease her for your own amusement.”

“It's my way of showing affection.” The corners of his lips curl up, stretching to a twisted smile as he rests his cheek on his palm. “Isn't she just so adorable when she gets angry?”

“You really do have a rotten personality.”

Ayato waves his hand in a noncommittal response. “We're straying off topic. What should we do next?”

Thoma hums, closed fist beneath his chin. “Since she hasn't turned in the letter yet, that means she must be hesitating. For what reason, we don't know, but it's keeping her here. So before she makes up her mind, we should dissuade her from quitting no matter what.”

Ayato laces his fingers together, brow in an inquisitive arch. “And we do that by?”

Green eyes sparkle with tenacity, clashing with blue irises twinkling in intrigue. “We bribe her, sir. It's time to show off your good points.”

--

“If a woman quits her job, what do you think her reasons could be?”

Ayaka blinks owlishly at her brother, taken aback by the abrupt question. It's a sudden thing to ask, especially odd given how their conversation hasn't led to that topic at all. “Did someone resign? I haven't heard anything of the sort, though.”

Ayato shakes his head, stirring the boba tea in his hands. “It's a hypothetical.”

Which means it's real.

Ah, whatever. At least he didn't go for the “my friend...” excuse.

Ayaka warily cuts a portion of her cake, scrutinizing each microexpression flashing on Ayato's face. It's one of their weekly lunch meetings, squeezed between hectic schedules, and they more or less have a silent agreement to avoid discussions involving work if they could help it. But this time, he brought it up himself.

How peculiar.

“Perhaps she wants to change workplaces? If she's exemplary, she might have been offered a better position or higher pay.”

Ayato nearly scoffs at the suggestion. The company, old-fashioned as it is, can only be inherited by a direct line of descendants. Outsiders can only go so far, and being the secretary for the chief executive officer isn't bad at all. Last time he checked, he's been paying you generously as well—how many figures was it? Six?

“Oh!” Ayaka exclaims, holding up a finger as she seems to have figured out something. “Or maybe she wants to settle down and get married? If her work is keeping her occupied, she'll most likely take time off to find a husband.”

Ayato proceeds to choke on a tapioca pearl.

“Or she got married and wants to be a housewife-”

“That's quite enough, Ayaka.”

Ayato would rather believe the Earth is flat.

--

If Ayato were any less desperate, perhaps he would have rationalized that putting together “give her what she wants to make her stay” and “she wants to get married” is a bad, bad idea.

Unfortunately for him, he is grasping at straws, so it leaves him no choice. Yes. Definitely. There is no other option than this, obviously.

(He does not delve deeper into the reason why he doesn't want you to leave, nor does he dwell any longer on why he was so quick to think he was fine with getting married if it was to you.)

“Don’t you want to get married soon, Ms. [Surname]?”

To clarify, Ayato does not spy on other people's conversations for a hobby, but he's always had impeccable timing. It comes with the job.

He stands by the door, reaching for the doorknob to the break room, but the mention of your name forces him to a halt.

“Why are you asking me that...?” You awkwardly dodge the question, sipping on your coffee. “I suppose I am at that age, though.”

“So you do want to!” The squeal rings with a note of glee, a stark contrast to Ayato's gradually dimming mood. “Wouldn't it be nice to marry a good man? I'm sure even you have thought of it at some point! Are you seeing anyone, then? Anyone you can imagine yourself marrying?”

“No, not yet.”

Before Ayato can even heave a relieved sigh, you follow with, “But my mother is making me go on dates to see people. Said if I didn't bring home a man soon, she'd come all this way to drag me back by my ear and introduce me to her friend's son.”

“Ah, I get that...” Your friend replies emphatically, nodding. “But those kind of meetings hardly go well. And you can't exactly tell your mother's friend you don't find her son attractive, right?”

“Why not just marry Mr. Kamisato, then?” Another one pipes up, to which Ayato gives a mental salute of appreciation. “You spend most of your time together. If you're not married to your job, then you're practically married to him.”

A cackle sends his heart dropping to his stomach.

“Not a chance.”

Can you at least expound why?!

“Huh? Why not? I mean, Mr. Kamisato is on another realm of existence and I can never hope to be on the same level as him, but you look good together!”

Your face pinches to a tight frown. “Look good together? In what way?”

“When you stand side by side, it just looks... right. And like I've mentioned earlier, you spend all your time with him. Why not seal the deal?”

“Mr. Kamisato is reliable, and if you marry him, you're set for life. He's handsome too, and we've all seen his muscles at our company sports day a few months ago!”

“I've never been so thankful for team-building events. Hallelujah.”

Ayato's face burns in embarrassment hearing the dreamy sighs. Even if they think there isn't anyone else listening on them (which is false), shouldn't they exert some restraint at work?

“Please don't lust over my boss,” you assert sternly, voice ice cold. “And we have a strictly professional relationship. So don't get any weird ideas from here on out, alright?”

“Fine. Tell me that again when I'm invited at your wedding, I dare you.”

“I said-”

They wave off your vehement protests at the statement. “Then if you're not into Mr. Kamisato, what do you plan to do?”

Ayato perks up, straining his ears in rapt attention.

“...I'm going on a date this weekend,” you sigh, rubbing circles on your temples. “I'll let you know how it goes.”

Oh no.

--

“-Dinner was nice. We didn't expect the rain shower, but he ran to the convenience store across the street to buy an umbrella because he didn't want me to get wet on the way to the car. He said it would be a waste if my hair got ruined since I-”

Slurp.

“...Styled it for the occasion. Then he drove me home. I found out we liked the same band from the music he played, and we agreed to-”

Sluuurp.

“-Go to their upcoming concert together. Then we somehow also like the same novel that's getting a movie adaption soon, so we also promised to see it-”

Sluuuuuuuuuuuuuurp.

“Could you please refrain from making noise when eating, sir?”

Ayato decidedly does not comply and only slurps his boba tea harder, nearly choking on a tapioca pearl yet again.

As always, you learn to ignore him.

“Concert... and a movie. I'm not sure about the concert, but the film you're talking about is the one coming out in the next two months, right?” Thoma confirms, sweating when Ayato's expression turns visibly grim. “You plan to see him for that long...?”

“Even if dating doesn't work out, we can always become friends, can't we?” You shrug, taking a bite out of your sandwich. “He seems like a nice guy. We get along really well, considering we've only met once. I ended up agreeing to a second date-”

The passive-aggressive slurping persists for the following afternoon.

--

“I've been meaning to ask for a while,” Thoma treads carefully, noticing Ayato's rapid-fire typing—no, striking—on the keyboard, “Ms. [Surname] is good at her job, but you seem really... eager to make her stay, sir.”

Ayato's fingers halt in their movement, and he takes a second to flash his business smile. “Of course. She's a valuable asset, and I'd be foolish to let her go.”

“Yes, I'm well aware, but...” Thoma scratches his cheek, looking off to the side. “You didn't go to such lengths when your former assistants resigned from their post. Or, uh... you fired most of them.”

“Yes,” Ayato simply agrees, still smiling, “she's competent. You don't find anyone like her easily, so it's only natural I'd want her to stay.”

“What do you mean by 'anyone like her,' sir?”

Thoma is awfully talkative today. Ayato might need to feed him something spicy to shut him up.

“Ms. [Surname] is special.” The words smoothly leave his lips. “Does anyone else have the meetings and company events scheduled for the next month memorized? She's the only one I can count on for work matters.”

Thoma's shoulders slump. “Okay, let me get straight to the point. Do you-”

“Mr. Kamisato?”

Thoma nearly jumps out of his skin at the sound of your voice, accompanied by the clack of your heels.

“What is it?” The cold smile on his face finally melts to something more genuine, softer around the edges and looking especially radiant. It's welcoming, like your arrival counts as a joyous occasion, and he is exponentially more attentive compared to the way he lent Thoma half his ear (the other preoccupied with a phone call, which he swiftly ends the moment you walk in).

“I came to deliver some files from Ms. Miko... did I interrupt something?” You gesture to Thoma standing idly by the side, dumbfounded from Ayato's inconceivable behavior.

“Not at all. Is there anything else?” Ayato accepts the documents, noticing your hesitance to leave.

“Ah, yes, I will be asking for time off tomorrow.”

That's... rare?

But it's not a hard request. Ayato's own schedule is blank for the most part, since the latest project wrapped up not too long ago, and the workload is lighter than usual. Missing one work day won't do any harm.

“It's fine, but could I ask why?”

You fidget, tentative as you reply, “I was invited... for a trip on a cruise. He insisted I come since his friend bailed on him and the tickets would go to waste.”

The warmth in his eyes freezes over.

“The tickets would go to waste...” Ayato repeats under his breath, mockingly cruel. The tone flies past your head but it hits Thoma full-force, making him sweat profusely.

Distasteful. An utter disgrace of a man. The magnitude of his ignorance is so awe-inspiring, I have to applaud. I must give credit where it is due, and the foolishness of this clown is truly impressive. “The tickets will go to waste,” he says? His money must worth more to him than his dignity. Inviting Ms. [Surname] to a date on a workday with no regard for her schedule is one thing, but making her out to be an afterthought as a substitute for his original travel partner is another. How shameful. This is no way to treat a lady. If Ayaka were to be with a man of his caliber, I would never allow it.

But what he says outloud is of course, “I see. I hope you have fun, then.”

--

Corporate events are, for the most part, adequately entertaining.

Preparing for it is not.

But the worst part isn't even brainstorming themes, or finding an appropriate venue, or planning the logistics, or writing the guest list.

It's choosing what to wear.

Actually, the cause for Ayato's headache isn't even what attire he'll go with. It's yours.

“That looks wonderful,” Yae praises, looking at the picture on your phone. It displays a silver necklace, a tear drop topaz encased in a diamond twist. It pairs well with the dress you bought with Ayaka last week, an elegant fit that accentuated your curves.

However.

“He chose that for you, didn't he?”

The stoic line of Ayato's mouth twitches and his eyes can't help but sweep over your screen, scrutinizing each grainy pixel.

Though he has plenty of insults prepared at his arsenal, he can't find anything to nitpick about. Damn it. It's a good choice.

“You'll look stunning,” Kokomi assures good-naturedly, smiling in delight. Ayato does not doubt that will be the case, but he's sure he would be in a foul mood the entire night if he were to see you adorning it.

He has already retrieved his coffee from the break room so he excuses himself to his office, long strides that lead him out of earshot.

As a result, he doesn't hear the following conversation.

“Why this, though?” Kokomi asks, looking closely at the accessory. “It's a simple design. Doesn't look like something a man would pick from the rest.”

You shake your head. “I just told him I wanted something blue, and I couldn't choose myself because there were too many that caught my eye...”

“Blue?” She echoes, a simple curiosity. “Why blue?”

“...It's a pretty color.”

--

It is an actual coincidence that Ayato runs into you in the middle of shopping.

You're hunched over a display stand showcasing a variety of earrings, deep in thought as you observe each one. You're doing that thing where you scrunch your nose in concentration, a habit Ayato doesn't think you even realize you have.

“Fancy meeting you here, Ms. [Surname].”

(He wonders what face you would've made if he said “You go here often?” instead. Probably some degree of disgust.)

You blink, correcting your posture and nodding in greeting. You don't look particularly thrilled to see him, but at least you're unbothered by the prospect of seeing your boss on a free day. “You're here to shop too, Mr. Kamisato?”

Ayato smiles amicably. “I am. Were you planning to buy earrings?”

“Yes, but...” Your gaze returns to the display, your own smile faltering. “It is a bit difficult to choose.”

He walks over, scanning the variety up and down. “Is it really? You only need to choose a pair that matches your necklace, right?” He focuses on shades of silver, bypassing the vibrant colors of reds and pinks. Not even fifteen seconds later, he picks out a card and holds it out next to your ear. “This one looks nice on you.”

“Huh? Really?” Perhaps surprised by his swiftness, it takes you a moment to react accordingly. You take the card from his hands and flip it over, eyes widening by a fraction. “Oh. It is rather pretty.” Then they widen further as big as saucers. “I can't say the same for the price tag, though.”

“Hm? What price tag?”

He plucks the earrings from your hands, walks to the counter, and pays for it without a second thought.

“M-Mr. Kamisato?”

“Pull up your hair.”

“Eh? Oh, okay.”

You're so caught off guard that you unwittingly do as he says, tucking your hair back obediently and still processing the last two minutes.

His fingers tug at your ear, warmth bleeding to your skin, and by the time you return to reality, he's already putting the earrings on you.

STORY FLOW.

ok i lied i actually can't remember shit about this fic so i will be making up stuff as i go lol

what i do remember clearly is that the resignation notice that ayato found on your desk is years old. you meant to submit it way, way back when ayato was tougher on you, and you weren't as well-adjusted as you are now to the job yet. as stated in the fic, being ayato's secretary is no easy task—he'd fired countless people he thought was incompetent.

you fought a number of times, and you didn't know if you could keep up working for a man you thought was simply incompatible with you (in terms of being colleagues/partners).

but over time, you learned to work together. ayato acknowledged your efforts and hard work, and you knew ayato had been trying to give you less jobs to reduce your workload, but you were going to prove that hou could handle it.

what truly made you appreciate ayato more was when you got stranded at the train station. you dealt with a far company they collaborated with, but work ended later than expected, and you'd missed the last train home. taxis were an option, but youd have to go through several of them to get back. right when you were thinking of checking into a hotel, ayato informed you he was already on his way and drove a couple of hours to get where you were to bring you home.

time continued to pass, and that brings us back to the present. you were on the process of cleaning up your desk and left the old resignation notice out in the open by accident, which led to ayato seeing it.

it is very apparent to the others that you two like each other, but the involved parties themselves are unaware of it. you currently aren't eager to get married, but you were trying to meet people so your parents would stop bugging you about still being single.

anyway, ayato bought those earrings for you. timeskip to the corporate event. you unconsciously picked a blue motif for your outfit because it reminds you of ayato.

when you get there, surprise, surprise. the man you were meeting, kazuha is a bigwig, heir to some other corporation. he actually owned that cruise he invited you to and pretended he didn't because you might be intimidated. ayato didn't think the kazuha he knew and the kazuha you knew were the same person, and now the advantage he had over him was ruled out (i.e being rich). (actually while i was rereading i was surprised i didn't mention that it was kazuha...? istg i was imagining him the whole time i wrote about him)

anyhow, as it became later in the night, ayato wanted to get you home before kazuha could offer to drive you back or worse, spend the night with him. ayato acted drunk so you'd tend to him and accompany him home while his driver was in charge of taking you to his apartment. as you were nagging at him, he compared your interactions with him to yours and kazuha's. you were certainly nicer to that man. smiled at him a lot more, too. did you really like him that much?

if you did, could he let you go?

he was ashamed that he couldn't answer it right away. as if he had any right to whatever you do.

you carried him to bed when you got to his apartment, but when you were preparing to leave, he hugged you from behind. do you like that man? why do you want to leave me? why can't it be me? ayato was just pretending to be drunk, but he felt dizzy now, soaked in your scent. he said things that he wasn't supposed to. things that he couldn't take back. things that would change your relationship forever.

slowly, you took away the hands wrapped around your waist. ayato figured that was a message of rejection.

but then you pushed him back down on the bed and you straddled his lap. his mind was silent for but a few seconds before he started screaming mentally.

i've always wanted you, but i knew it was impossible. you have a fiancee. i'm an ordinary worker. your family won't accept me. ayato's mind was in a daze because your face was so close to his, and all he could see was the red, glossy shade on your lips, but he managed to hear those few sentences.

it doesn't matter. nothing else matters. i can't marry if it's not you. if you accept me, i swear i'll make you happy.

from here on, it could be a happy, fluffy ending where turns out, you were tipsy so you were more honest with him and you fell asleep in the middle of kissing so he took it upon himself to change your dress into something more comfortable and end the night with a forehead kiss...

...or you could continue what you were doing and the first thing ayato takes off is the damned necklace so he could replace it with a smattering of hickeys. your choice ^^

[lilimaginebean]

reverse trope writing prompt

note: I found it in my pinterest and knew I had to do it

TOO MANY BEDS

RYUSEI SHIDOU didn't expect you to book a room with twin beds on your first trip as a couple. He was relieved when you went back to the lobby to complain about the suite you were given, as you had asked for one with a queen bed. You came back defeated, the hotel couldn't give you that room because it was already booked. Shidou just smiled and said "Well, we can use one bed to fuck and the other to sleep".

ACCIDENTALLY KIDNAPPING A MAFIA BOSS

REO MIKAGE couldn't have found the situation any funnier. There he was, tied to a chair, staring at you and your best friend as you argued. Apparently, the two of you were new recruits for Mikage's rival Mafia family, the Sakamoto. The Sakamoto had just asked the two of you to kidnap one of Mikage's subordinates in order to get some information. Little did you know that you had accidentally kidnapped the boss, and if the Mikage clan found out that their boss had been kidnapped, they would start a war between the two clans. "I won't tell anyone if you go out with me," Reo said, pointing at you. You shouldn't have left college.

DIVORCE OF CONVENIENCE

SAE ITOSHI is finally single again, and his fans are going crazy over the news. A few months ago, some noisy magazine revealed that Sae had been married to you, an up-and-coming sports reporter, for two years. His fans started attacking him and you, all your hard work to get there, was reduced to just "Sae's partner for life". Best decision? Pretending to get a divorce. He wouldn't have obsessed fans flirting all his information and you wouldn't be verbally harassed. If the fans knew that while they were celebrating the news he was loving you harder in your new and more private apartment.

DATING YOUR ENEMY’S SIBLING

YOICHI ISAGI and you have been dating for 6 months, enough time to finally introduce him to your family. There he was, sweating and trying to keep cool. He wanted to make a good impression. Finally, he rang the doorbell with a big smile on his face. But his smile faded when he realised that the overprotective siblings were some familiar faces: the Itoshi siblings. Sae looked down at him and Rin just closed the door, leaving Isagi outside. He was screwed.

INSTEAD OF FAKE DATING, EVERYONE IS CONVINCED THAT YOU AREN’T ACTUALLY DATING

RIN ITOSHI couldn't believe that the same thing that had happened to his older brother was happening to him. Not only that, but the same magazine. Unlike Sae, things had taken a different turn for you and him. People didn't believe that he and you, the sweetheart idol of Japan, were together, they said that the pictures were too blurry and that if those two figures were you and him, they couldn't see any chemistry. Oh no. At the next event Rin brought you as your plus one and he showed everyone how much of a couple you were.

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[milksnake-tea]

━━ say you still dare to dream .

Sunday has lost everything. His status, his home, his sister, all of it has slipped through his fingers, all for a failed attempt at salvation. Now imprisoned and destined to live his life in shameful shadow, you, his former subordinate, appear to offer him one last chance of redemption.

sunday x gn!reader

contains: aftermath of 2.3, depression, sunday at his lowest

word count: 1.5k

a/n: depressed sunday is my favorite sunday. like damn bro you got BROKEN ig this is what being rammed by a train 8 times does to a man... ANYWAYS. DONT TAKE THIS TOO SERIOUSLY THIS IS JUST ME DOING SOME WRITING PRACTICE WITH BEING DRAMATIC hunches over and dies

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“I can only allow you a few minutes at most,” says the woman in purple.

A devil in velvet, that was what they called her. Although she may not look like much - from a distance, you’d mistake her as yet another filthy rich vacationer of Penacony - up close, her snake-like eyes and elegantly poised stature, always ready to strike unsuspecting prey, told you just how dangerous she was.

Lady Bonajade, the Stoneheart of Credit and the most deranged loan shark the galaxy had to offer. She who does the impossible and creates miracles for the price of one’s livelihood.

She, who is currently the master who holds the life of the fallen Oak Family Head in her perfectly manicured hands.

You meet her chilling gaze with steeled eyes. With a deep breath, you force down the lodge in your throat.

“I understand.”

Jade smiles. It is neither threatening nor comforting, although you cannot help but feel unsettled by her calm amusement.

“Most of the Family has turned their back on Mr. Sunday,” she comments, crossing her arms and tapping one nail against her arm. “Why haven’t you, I wonder? Surely, a mere subordinate wouldn’t be so loyal to a traitor of this degree.”

You know better than to answer her. After all, all of her questions are rhetorical - tests. She already knows their answers, she just wants to hear them come from your lips.

But you don’t give her that satisfaction. Your silence is answer enough.

You walk past her and come before a heavily armored vault door. A bit much, in your opinion, for a man who has spent the majority of his life asleep. But he is also the man who had taken control of the Asdana system and nearly ascended into Aeonhood, so this level of security is to be expected.

Hundreds of locks and gears turn before the doors open with a hiss and a billowing of smoke. With a mental prayer to Xipe for strength, you step into the dark cell.

There’s little to no light in the small room, leaving you to wonder how Sunday had managed to stay sane all this time. You already know the cells are essentially soundproof, and with so little light, the Family’s prisoners were shut off from the rest of the world and their senses.

The brief rustle of chains catches your attention, and you turn your gaze to the iron throne at the center of the room.

Oh, how far he has fallen.

Once gleaming gold has lost its luster, reflecting not sympathy nor love like you had known them to, but defeat and a resigned acceptance. Fair skin has become drained and faded like that of a corpse. Feather-like hair, once so meticulously cared for, is ruined and frayed.

Bound are the hands that would never raise against another, and shackled are the wings that have never known flight. Caged is the bird who has known no other home; only now, his gilded shackles have become sullied, ugly, disdainful.

He is hollow, empty in every sense of the word - drained of what little vitality he once had.

“Sir,” comes your whisper. He doesn’t respond.

Your footsteps are heavy as you approach. Sunday’s head is bowed - something his pride would’ve never allowed back in the day.

Once upon a time, you had found his arrogance annoying, hypocritical even. Yet at the same time, it was endearing, knowing that even the perfect and saint-like Sunday had his faults. In a sense, it had brought him down to earth, it had made him human.

Seeing him like this, so despondent and defeated, makes you long for the days where he’d scoff at the IPC or make back-handed compliments for his own sick pleasure.

“Sir,” you repeat. You stop before him, and kneel down to one knee.

Sunday’s eyes flick to meet yours, before dropping down to his lap, as if he couldn’t bear to look at you. Out of guilt, or out of scorn, you don’t know.

“Why have you come?”

Your heart aches at his voice. It cracks from the days without use, deeper than his typical chirp.

“I am a sinner, a traitor to the Family.” Not once does he meet your gaze again as he speaks. “Visiting me…”

He exhales.

“You should leave.”

“I won’t.”

His hands clench from where they’re bound to the arms of his throne. Briefly, annoyance flashes over him, before he lets it wash away with a slump of his shoulders.

“It would be easier if you just- left me here,” he says painstakingly. “I am of no use to you anymore - if anything, I am a stain. Abandoning me… is the logical thing to do.”

“You and your logistics,” you sigh. “Did it never once occur to you that I cared for you as a person, and not just as my superior?”

His eyes are shaking. Sunday’s expression is pained, like that of a grieving mother.

“Why?” he asks again, his face straining as he tries to understand. “Why are you here?”

Your answer is simple. “To free you.”

Bitterly, the corners of his lips twitch in a cynical chuckle.

“You of all people should know that I was not meant for freedom,” he mutters.

You shake your head. “That is what you believe. Lady Bonajade and I agree that you deserve to have this chance.”

“Lady Jade, huh?” Resentment flashes in his irises as he scoffs. “So you intend to coerce me into accepting charity from the IPC?”

Hurt pangs at your chest and you flinch. “That isn’t-”

“Spare me the concern,” Sunday spits, turning his head. “I may have fallen, but I still have my pride. If that’s all you have to say, you can leave.”

For a moment, you are speechless. Then you are indignant, and you rise slightly, your brows furrowed.

“Why are you so willing to accept your fate?” you ask, almost angrily.

Sunday exhales. “What else am I expected do?”

“This can’t be how your story ends." Your fist balls up the fabric of your pants in its grip. “Locked away, isolated from the rest of the world - that can’t be what you want. It is too cruel a fate for you.”

For you, who loved humanity so deeply.

“Tell me,” you say, gazing up at the man who had torn his skin and carved his heart for the people. “Tell me you want to be freed, and I will do so. I’ll take care of everything. All I need is for you to say that you want it.”

He shakes his head, his eyes squeezing shut.

“I don’t understand,” he whispers after a moment of silence. “Why, for me…”

“What is there to understand?”

“This is unreasonable,” he starts.

“Not for me, it isn’t,” you say softly. “If it’s for you, nothing is unreasonable.”

His voice raises, trembling upon its crumbling pedestal, panic seeping into every word. “I don’t deserve that kindness - that mercy. I am a sinner, I am a traitor, I am-”

“You are a man worth saving.”

Sunday’s eyes fly open. He stares at you, eyes wide with surprise, his lips parted as to say something, only for the words to die on his tongue.

Your neck is beginning to hurt from how long you’ve been looking up at him, but you push the pain aside.

“The Sunday I knew was kind and gentle,” you say, subconsciously leaning forward. Pent-up emotions, cumulated through the years, begin to bleed into your voice, weighing it down. “He always looked out for the weak, and cared when no one else did. He put others before himself, and even if he was a little arrogant, he was selfless.”

“No,” Sunday protests weakly. “I am not- You- I-”

“You are so much more than you allow yourself to be.”

Rising from the floor, your knees aching slightly, you gently take the face of the fallen angel in your hand. Cradling him like glass, you force him to look at you, to look one of the many he’d betrayed in the face, and see the love for him despite it all.

“Sunday, do you wish for freedom?”

For the many years you’ve worked under him, his eyes have always been a cold gem, calm and unfettered. Never have you seen them glossy with tears, threatening to break at any moment.

You see fear and desire clashing as he grapples for the first time, a choice not for the people, but for himself. You see the beliefs that have been molded into him beginning to crack. You see the caged bird gaze at the world beyond his bars, and for the first time, want to soar beyond them.

Sunday’s lips open and close as he struggles to find the right words to say.

“Where will I go?” he asks instead, tearing his gaze away. It is answer enough.

You smile softly.

“Anywhere you desire.”

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[killergee]

Perfect kind of Idol

Idol turned Defense force officer Reader x Cold Hoshina.

Summary: Reader is a shameless flirt, and Hoshina is struggling to resist his favourite idol subordinate. Or Hoshina gets teased relentlessly and he doesn't know how to react.

Note: I have no idea where this idea came from, but it's here. Enjoy this crack fic that I had to get out of my system.

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"Vice Captain Hoshina~"

Oh, God, Hoshina thought to himself as his fingers momentarily stopped typing. What did you want this time.

Sitting in his office and working on his report for the latest mission, he looked up to see you leaning against the door frame.

"Awww, why the long face? If I didn't know any better, I'd think you weren't happy to see me." You continued, tilting your head to the side.

"Officer l/n, what can I do for ya?"

The smile that crept on to your face sent a small shiver down his spine. His eyes stayed on your form, watching you closely as you slowly made your way towards him. Completely captivated, his gaze was similar to that of a prey watching a predator stalk closer.

"My, what's with the cold attitude? Ah, I guess the rumours are true, you must be Captain Ashiro's lover! You're only ever kind to her," you pouted, acting hurt. Despite the innocent act, Hoshina could hear the amusement in your voice. He knew you were setting up a trap for him. He knew you were trying to ensare him so that he was charmed like the rest of the division.

"I'm not Ashiro's lover, " Hoshina deadpans, trying hard to keep his professionalism and nonchalance.

"Oh that's great to hear. I'd hate to share you."

"I'm not yours either."

"You could be."

Aaand there it was. Your shit eating grin was growing by the second, and he saw the satisfaction settle in your eyes. Feeling the blush burning his ears, Hoshina knew if he were to let you continue, it could only get worse from here.

"15 laps for talking casually about a superior officer. Another 5 for prying into the businesses of your superior officers." Hoshina ordered, turning back to look at his computer.

"If I throw in a photo card and an autograph, can I only do 10?"

"That's another 5."

"What about a kiss?"

"God, are you a masochist?" He retorted, snapping his head up to look at you.

Well, that was a mistake.

When you managed to lean over the desk and get so close to him, he didn't know. Your face was all he could see. Caught in your gaze, he couldn't tear his eyes away. The look in your eyes said all that he needed to know.

You were amused, curious, and most of all, expectant.

You were watching. You were waiting. What it was you were waiting for, he couldn't even begin to imagine.

He's sleep deprived. Yes, that was the excuse. No one could blame him for not moving away. Though, him unconsciously drawing closer? The blame is only his.

"Do you want me to be?" You whispered sultrily, your eyes practically glowing when you start to see him crack.

His throat felt dry, but he continued anyways. "Ya know what, keep running round the field 'til I tell ya to stop," Hoshina said with a tone of finality, putting the distance needed to remain professional.

You sighed exaggeratedly in defeat, placing a hand over your heart and another on your forehead as if you were a damsel in distress. So dramatic, he thinks, and he had to use all of his energy to stop the corners of his lips from lifting. Despite the punishment, Hoshina could tell you were deeply satisfied.

Trying to focus on something else other than the intoxicating perfume you've left in your place, he nearly missed the small "worth it," as you left the room.

Only nearly.

"Add in 20 push-ups before you start too, l/n."

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Hoshina knows he’s not a teenager anymore. He’s a grown man. He’s the Vice Captain of the Third Division, for goodness sake. So why on Earth was he acting like one every time you talked to him? Was it just because you were a celebrity?

He couldn’t understand why he couldn’t act normally around you. He just seizes up, says something he doesn’t really mean, and leaves. It’s been months since you’ve joined the division and everyone else has gotten used to your presence but him. When the brass was talking about you being a distraction, they couldn’t have known that the only one going to be distracted was him.

"You know people pay good money just to see me, right?" You said, interrupting his thoughts.

He froze for a moment. How on Earth you always manage to sneak up on him is beyond his comprehension. With how you always demanded the attention of the room with just your mere presence, his only explanation must be that he was getting sloppier. Or perhaps it was due to his conscious efforts to stop throwing glances your way that he unknowingly developed a blindspot for you.

Hoshina raised his water bottle to his lips. "And what's that got to do with anything."

"Well, pay more attention to m- h...hey, shouldn't you be giving that to me?" You panted out, hands rested on your knees as he finally let you stop your laps (you felt like you ran at least 100—you actually ran 40). Collapsing beside Hoshina on the small hill overlooking the field, you waved your hand, beckoning for him to give you his water bottle.

Hoshina ignored your plea. "Go get your own."

"I'll send you my unreleased single if you give me the water," you offered.

Well...he couldn't lie, that was definitely a tempting offer. It was during this slight moment of hesitation that you managed to snag the water bottle out of his hand and glug half of it down.

Shocked by your actions, he blushed heavily and reached to take back his waterbottle. "HEY!"

You pulled your hand back just in time before he could take it from you. "Why're you so red? Never shared a water before? Are you red cuz we indirectly kissed?"

"Indirect wha- Don't be a child," he snapped back, trying to will back his embarrassment.

You offered the bottle to him. "Here, here, have it," you chuckled amused. "Now you can drink from it, and then you'd get to indirect kiss me!"

"That's not what I wan-"

"Oh? But you were fighting so hard to get it back."

He couldn't tell if the flush on his face was from frustration or embarrassment or a mix of both. "No, keep it, I don't care." He surrendered, somehow seeming more exhausted than you were.

"Say how 'bout you go straight to the source?" Titling your head to the side you cheekily pointed at your lips that were curled in a sly smile.

"Absolutely not."

You stay silent for a moment, and Hoshina lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He was glad to have a small break to calm his rapidly beating heart. However, that relief was very short-lived.

You spoke outloud contemplatively, "to reject my kiss? How strange..." After a moment, your eyes widened as if you had an epiphany. Hitting your first into your open palm, your lips curled into a dangerous smile, "it must be because you don't know how to kiss."

"I know how to kiss!" He shouted before he could control himself.

"Learning from books doesn't count."

"You're absolutely terrible." He groaned, completely defeated by your relentless teasing. You know what? He should've rejected your application like the brass told him to.

Before he could continue that train of thought, you pounced on him, pinning him beneath you. With your body flushed against his, he could feel every curve of your body and the warmth it emitted.

"Want me to show you how?" You say with a devilish grin, mirth lacing your voice.

Hoshina's mind and heart raced a mile a minute. His heart was in such a flurry that he had trouble thinking straight. So, while his mind was in disarray, his body unconsciously took control in analyzing the situation.

Now, Hoshina may not be a genius like his brother or gifted like his Captain, but the one thing Hoshina got going for him was his martial prowess—his unerring reading of the body.

Honed from a young age, he could always tell his chances of winning a fight based on the physicality of his opponent. The solidity of their stance, the precision of their attacks, the strength of their grip—Hoshina was able to tell the outcome of the battle before it even came to an end. For him, reading body language became second nature, a part of his subconscious. Thus, he always trusted whatever it was his body told him.

So, although his eyes and his brain were telling him you've got him trapped, his body was telling him otherwise.

The hand pinning his down was weak. There was no firmness or security. The way your legs entangled his left your opening too big for it to be unintentional. The slight tremble in your hand told him you were nervous and unsure. Your actions didn't match your look at all.

Ah, so your teasing has all been a front, he thinks to himself. You really did have him fooled. All that bravado and for what? He wondered if you were just as nervous every time you flirted with him before. If all those other times, he could've easily stopped you too. If you were actually a sheep in wolf's clothing. He couldn't help but laugh to himself, all the tension leaving his body. Yours, on the other hand, froze at hearing his chuckle.

In one solid motion, he flipped you onto your back, reversing the positions. When he pins you, it's with a strong and sure grip. No room for escape. No room for wiggling your way out.

"Wh-wha" you sputtered as you struggled to comprehend what was happening. So even you knew how to blush, he thought.

Not a bad look on you.

"Where's all that confidence gone? I'm just accepting what's being offered."

Seeing you like this did something to him. Blushing red just for him when you've worked so hard to keep up your perfect image. To see a side of you that no camera or person has had the privilege to see, Hoshina wanted more.

"Well I- uh, sure b- wait-"

Your words catch in your throat as Hoshina brought his face closer to yours. You were the seducer, not the seducee. This was not part of your training!

You didn't know what to do. You felt like your heart was going to leap out of your chest. All you wanted was to force him to admit that he liked you after Captain Ashiro let it slip that he had to hide all of his merch of you when you were accepted into the division. When you found out your cold Captain was actually a fan, you wanted to get back at him for acting like he was better than you. You didn't think it'd end up like this.

With only a couple centimeters apart, you squeezed your eyes shut. The only thing you could hear was the sound of your thundering heart...

...and the sound of laughter?

You snapped your eye open at the sound, completely confused to what was happening.

Unable to hold it in anymore, Hoshina collapsed onto you, his body firmly on top of yours. His head landed where your neck met your shoulder. He was laughing so hard tears were beginning to form, and you could feel his body shake.

"Y-y-you should've seen the look on your face, HAH," his boisterous laughter turned into uncontrollable giggles. You couldn't help but smile as you heard it, albeit flushed at hearing it so close. Finally using his arms to push his upper body slightly off you, he looks down at you again.

"C'mon, now. How was I supposed to kiss ya when you're making a face like that?" He smirked.

"You're absolutely terrible," you can't help but repeat his words. You place your hands on his chest and try to push him off, but before you could give a strong push, he drops himself back down.

"Wha-"

You felt his lips graze your cheek before he leaned his head beside your ear, "I could be worse."

Will be, he thought to himself.

[grandline-fics]

Immune To Your Charms

DESCRIPTION: Soulmates are incapable of harming the other in any way. Normally that would be a good thing but not when you're meant to be enemies.

WARNINGS: It's Doflamingo so be warned if he's not someone you like to read about. Contains swearing, descriptions of violence and killing. Soulmate! AU, Enemies to Lovers

CHARACTERS: Doflamingo

WORDS: 3,399

A/N: Part of the Good For Your Soul Series. The next chapter is here and as you voted for, their first kiss is here. Honestly I'm not overly happy with this chapter but I'm excited for the next parts I have planned going forward. Hope you all enjoy

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

DIRECTORY | PROMPT LIST

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight(here) | Chapter Nine | Chapter Ten | Chapter Eleven | Chapter Twelve | Chapter Thirteen | Chapter Fourteen | Chapter Fifteen | Chapter Sixteen | Chapter Seventeen | Chapter Eighteen(coming soon)

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“I understand Joker is a very busy man and he has a meal organised soon but will he actually be joining us tonight?” The servant tensed when he was cornered by the Captain of the crew now staying in the palace. Under the intense stare and fear that these unknown pirates could become violent without warning, he shifted uncomfortably out of the added fear that he could say the wrong thing and bring the true terrifying anger of the King down on him. “Well?”

“U-um Joker has um…” The servant stammer out before clearing his throat and controlling his fear. His ruler was more terrifying than any of these men combined and he had to remember that and accomplish his tasks to the same standard as he would any other day. “Seats have been specifically assigned for Joker and the elite officers so he should be attending tonight.” His answer seemed to settle the Captain and with nothing else needed he left, breathing a sigh of relief when he was out of his sight. The Captain however felt new nerves begin to rise. 

He would finally learn who Joker was. Given how lavish the palace was he was more and more sure he was just some criminal that got lucky in creating a weapons empire. The only real threat was the power in his name and ‘elite officers’ in his employ. Where it just the two of them alone in a room together he was quietly confident that he could overpower and take Joker out if need be. Still though he and his men were on their best behaviour. Already they had countless ambitious plans in mind for later.

When the weapons were safely loaded into their ships and their hosts were too drunk to intervene they’d take what they could and what wouldn’t be immediately noticed until they were long gone and safely on the seas. Of course they’d dispose of Joker’s men that would be joining them and wait an appropriate amount of time before having word sent of their defeat. Their crew would change their alias and ship name and sell the weapons on. It was the perfect plan and given how relaxed the security was here in Dressrosa, he really had nothing to worry about. Allowing himself to relax the Captain stepped out into the Palace’s grounds and sought out the closest servant to grab him a drink. In what felt like no time at all he was being summoned to the banquet room. 

As he walked through the corridor, the rest of his crew slowly began to join him from other corridors until they were all led inside the enormous room already filled with the most delicious smells from the finest looking food awaiting to be served and feasted on. Multiple tables were set up and carefully arranged to make room for all of the guests while servants lined the wall, awaiting to be of assistance. The lower ranking members of the Captain’s crew and the lower ranked subordinates of Joker’s crew took the longer tables to the back of the room to mingle amongst themselves. One table at the top of the room stood out and it was clear no one was to go near it expect the Captain and his right and left hands. One servant led the three men to the ornate table and instructed them to sit. The three were spaced out, most likely to seem as though they were to mingle too but nervously the Captain also felt like this was the perfect way to keep everyone separated and helpless. Trying to keep those paranoid thoughts at bay, he reached for the already poured drink in front of him only to freeze. What if the glass was poisoned?

Thankfully no one was nearby to notice his hesitation and even if they had they had no time to mention it because from outside the banquet hall the sound of footsteps drew closer. Joker’s crew immediately silenced their conversations and rose from their seats. While other pirates fell quiet they remained sitting, watching curiously and waiting. The Captain watched as the banquet room doors opened and one by one people entered, each looking more and more intimidating. They all stopped by their designated seats until only two opposite the Captain remained vacant. Nervously the man licked his lips, wondering why two seats were empty. Vaguely he recalled some of his men mentioning coming across one of Joker’s playthings while they were bathing. Dread filled him then. He remembered the call where Joker mentioned his new lover. Had that been who they meant? His head whipped around in time to see you enter the room. 

You walked completely relaxed, gaze lazily sliding over the men sitting at their tables. While you spotted where your three targets were sat you gave no visible indication or reaction to where they would be sitting. As much as Doflamingo had promised the pleasure in killing them would be yours, you didn’t fully trust him to do something and pretend it was just coincidence that they were the ones targeted. When you met Diamante’s stare you smirked slightly, seeing that he was watching you carefully. Doflamingo had most likely asked him to watch for any giveaways that indicated who broke into your room earlier and from the slight annoyance in his eyes you knew he didn’t see anything. Smiling sweetly you stepped to your designated seat and lazily folded your arms on the back of it, settling your gaze firmly on the guest of honour capturing his attention. 

The Captain knew he probably shouldn’t ogle you so openly but how could he not? Everything about your appearance demanded attention. Your choice in clothing highlighted your form perfectly and showed just enough skin to catch the eye of others while still leave them wanting to see more. Whoever Joker was, he was a lucky man to have you on his arm and in his bed. Despite how attractive you were, what captured the Captain even more so was your relaxed attitude. Everyone else in Joker’s ranks stood tall and almost tense, waiting for his arrival, but you? You were completely at ease even when Joker’s purposeful steps began to approach. Everything told the Captain to at least turn his head and finally have his curiosity answered about the identity of the man he was scamming now but he didn’t want to look away from the force of your stare. Slowly he swallowed hard when your lips curved slightly into a playful smile and he heard his own crew begin to mutter and whisper as they tried to make out Joker’s face.

Then the ripple of shock and fear washed through the banquet hall when Doflamingo came into view, the feeling so visceral that the Captain shuddered without even seeing who it was that was drawing near. Then in what felt like a blink he made out the shape of someone standing next to you and finally you turned your head and seemed to break him from his spell. The Captain looked and froze completely to see the grinning face of Doflamingo Donquixote. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he had made Doflamingo one of the targets of his scams. Had he known, he never would have done it. Fear gripped him as he now realised he and his men were trapped in the Warlord’s base, his entire island. They were screwed. There was no way they were getting out of this. Unless…had they done enough to keep the man fooled? If they saw the scam through to the end could they make it back to their ship safely. “Do-doflamingo, sir! I-it’s an honour! O-or would you still prefer I call you Joker?”

“Either’s fine.” Doflamingo grinned, the frightened expression he was witness to was perfect and there was still so much more fun to come. “We’re all allies here.”

“Aww poor man’s terrified.” Your cheerful voice broke the tension as you, Doflamingo and the rest of the family slid into your seats. The Captain glanced at you, finding it easier to breath when he wasn’t looking at the man in charge. “Just relax. You’ll feel better once you’ve had a drink.” The Captain glanced at the untouched drink still in his hand and his previous paranoia came back. What if this banquet was truly a final meal? Was it all poison? As if reading his thoughts your laugh drifted up. The Captain all but flinched when you rose slightly in your seat and leant across the table to settle your hand on his to softly coax the glass out of his trembling grip. His eyes widened while you took a sip. You set the glass back into his hand and sat back in your seat while licking the stray droplet of alcohol from your lip. “See? Harmless.”

The Captain watched as Doflamingo’s hand settled firmly on your leg when you were back in your seat in a clear show of possession and quickly he looked away from you and threw back his drink. It might have been harmless but you were very dangerous. The last thing he needed was to succeed in his scam but get killed because Doflamingo didn’t like how he was looking at you. The Captain felt relief when the servants appeared with the many plates of food, managing to break the tension and everyone seemed to completely relax. Conversation began to surge up and all previous worries eased back,  the Captain being pulled into idle conversation with a member of Doflamingo’s family obsessed with art. While he wasn’t truly interested it was better to engage with the older woman than risk dying early.

Doflamingo leant in to speak in your ear, his voice low enough so only you would hear him. “And people call me the scary one.”

“What do you mean?” You asked softly, mouth hidden behind your own glass as you turned your head slightly towards him.

“You’re like a completely different person. Being sweet and nice?” He chuckled while you smirked. “Truly terrifying how easily you can pretend to be comfortable in a room filled with pirates.”

“I’’m always sweet and nice. Besides, who says I’m pretending?” You asked innocently. “I’ve never been uncomfortable here and none of the new additions here are going to change that.”

“Not even the ones who got a little too familiar with you?” Doflamingo asked, the tone in his voice hardening slightly. He watched you carefully to see if you’d subconsciously look in the direction of the men you had refused to identify. Unfortunately for him, you kept your sights firmly on his face, your calm smile unmoving. 

“Not even them.” You insisted before taking a sip of your drink. You dropped your free hand onto his that remained on your leg and gave it a reassuring pat. Turning your head fully you leant in to murmur “This isn’t my first time having to play at being a pirate’s lover so stop worrying. As long as I get the ones I want, I won’t ruin your plan. Deal?” Your only answer was Doflamingo’s chuckle in your ear and his glass clinking against yours.

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For the remainder of the banquet, the sound of laughter and conversation didn’t stop. Through it all you noticed a few of the pirate crew becoming more at ease, no longer shooting nervous glances towards Doflamingo. Either they had enough alcohol in their systems now to have a lack of fear or they believed that the Warlord truly had no idea he was being deceived. You almost felt bad for them. Almost. When the evening was winding down you’d found your chair pulled closer so you were lounging against Doflamingo’s side while he spoke with the Captain who was beginning to slur his words slightly as he thanked Doflamingo for his generosity and promised him he and his crew would be valuable additions to his numbers. 

You felt Doflamingo’s body tense and knew his patience was beginning to fray and he was building up to finally enacting his revenge against the crew. Some of the other members at the table realised too and began to move from their seats, the guests failing to notice their movements. Slowly you pulled out from Doflamingo’s hold and allowed him to stand.

“Everyone before we end this wonderful feast we have one more treat for the evening.” He announced with a broad grin while his guests cheered out. “It’s a game I like to call survival.” Immediately the cheering stopped and the drunken faces still conscious immediately sobered, terror flooding their bodies. “While I applaud you all for thinking you could steal from me and lie, I can’t let it go unpunished. So I’m going to give you all a five minute head start. If you can make it to your ship, you can leave with your lives. If you make it to the streets of Dressrosa but get caught, you’ll be sent to our Coliseum and fight for the rest of your lives. If you’re still in the palace when you get caught? You die. Your time starts now.” 

The reaction was immediate, the subordinates of the pirate crew scrambled from their seats and rushed for the doors, staggering and hurrying from the banquet hall. Any of their friends that were sleeping off their meal and overindulgence of drink were abandoned. Still sitting in their seats were the Captain and his left and right hands but it wasn’t by their decision. They were held firmly in place in their seats, something controlling their bodies against their will. Doflamingo’s laughter filled the room as he and the rest of the family sat patiently for the five minutes to pass. “Sadly for you, Captain. You don’t get to play.”

Doflamingo had thought that you would have left immediately too to make sure no one else killed your mystery targets but instead for the five minutes you remained in your seat, completely relaxed. When the wait was over and those under his command started the hunt you finally rose with a soft sigh and left the room. Ignoring the hurried footsteps and panicked yells of the pirates who ran aimlessly through the palace, still unfamiliar with the confusing layout as they desperately tried to find their way to safety you made your way to the chosen room. 

During the feast, the maid that had been so apologetic for not being able to stop your targets secretly slipped a message to the men while they ate and drank under your instruction. She informed them subtly that when it was quiet and Doflamingo wasn't looking they were to make their way out of the hall and follow her where you would meet them later to finish what had been started. Fuelled on their own ego, fantasies, and emboldened by the alcohol in their systems they all saw no possible negative to this proposition. They didn't see you as a threat. With a small hum you opened the doors and stepped in to see the three men waiting, their expressions impatient and frustrated. “Took you long enough.”

“I told you I preferred to take my time with these things.” You said with a smile, lazily folding your arms behind your back. “Besides, Doffy’s not an easy man to sneak away from. Needed to wait until he was preoccupied with your Captain.” At the mention of the Warlord and their Captain, the three men seemed to calm their anger slightly. “So who’s first?”

“Just because you're fucking a Warlord doesn't mean you're in charge.” One snarled, pushing away from the wall he had been leaning against and headed towards you. “Like we told you, this is what we want.” He reached for you only to stagger when you dodged him with ease. Sharply you hooked your foot around his and threw your arm around his neck, twisting sharply to snap his leg and send him hurtling to the floor, smashing his face against the pristine marble floor. His howls of pain filled the room and you wasted no time in getting up and closing the distance while the other two were surprised. 

The next pirate closest to you tried to pull his dagger on you only to be disarmed with your precise training. You used his strength and your momentum against him to twist his hand and force him to stab himself. While the wound was deep and immediately debilitating it wouldn’t kill him right away, you were going to let him die slowly. Twisting the blade, you ripped it from his chest and whirled to shoot the third pirate in the back with your own pistol as he tried to flee into one of the side rooms. He crumpled to the floor, unable to move. 

The coward wouldn't even try to stay and fight you? Pathetic. For all that talk they were all very disappointing. Slowly you stepped up to the pirate you’d shot and kicked him onto his back. The least he could do was look you in the eye when you killed him. Coldly pulled the trigger once more and put him out of his misery. The only sound that still filled the room was the pained, muffled breaths of the first pirate, the one who’d touched you while you had bathed. You returned to him and stood on his broken leg, smirking when he cried out in pain through a mouth filled with blood and broken teeth. Holding his friend’s dagger firmly you crouched down until you were poised over him and stabbed him, relishing how much of a release it was for your anger and disgust for him and his crew. Unable to hold back you stabbed him again and again as all the frustrations you’d been holding onto finally slipped away. 

With a low sigh you rose and took steadying breaths. Suddenly you felt a presence behind you and your spun, blade striking down on the person only to hear the confusing sound of steel clattering to the ground. Blinking you saw the hilt of the weapon still in your hand but the blade was gone, now by your feet as fate intervened once more to prevent you hurting Doflamingo who stood in front of you. Slowly you looked up at him to see him grinning at you. Even with his sunglasses on you could feel the heavy force of the stare aimed at you. There was a beat of silence before the tension snapped and inexplicably you both closed the distance. 

Doflamingo’s mouth claimed yours at the same time yours melded perfectly against his. You dropped the useless dagger and your bloodied hand fisted tightly into his shirt as his settled on your lower back, pulling the other closer at the same time. You’d never had a kiss this powerful before, one that made your mind hazy and craving more so instantly. It felt right but at the same time it was wrong. You couldn’t allow yourself to give in, to let it progress further. The same was also the case for Doflamingo. 

He'd seen you kill them so perfectly and viciously that he’d felt pride in his chest at seeing you exact your revenge against them that he couldn’t help but kiss you. But now that he was in that moment, he couldn’t let it deepen. He had trysts and lovers, someone to fill the space in his bed for as long as he still got some enjoyment and pleasure out of it. He refused to let this get deeper, to feel anything more than he did. He was still set on defying fate and knowing you couldn’t be manipulated and used the way he could with others, he refused to give you more power. He refused to set you any closer to being on equal footing with him. In unison you both parted and hands dropped. Together you both left the room, leaving from separate doors. You headed straight for your room to wash off the blood and Doflamingo was immediately called for by one of the subordinates to inform him all the pirates had been dealt with. For the rest of the night you and Doflamingo both hated how much you’d wished the kiss you could both still feel on your lips had continued.

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Pairings: Geum Seong-je x reader (Dok Euigi)

Content includes: little angst, female!reader being named Dok Euigi and speaks another language, Geum Seongje is one big cocky bastard, vulgar/suggestive language, violence, cigarettes, consist of stalking, implied female!reader being abused and toxic relationship.

Bold text stated female!reader speaking in different language.

Summary: Geum Seong-je had grown a fond of you from the moment he was overly fixated by your presence, that it pisses him off.

A/N: I have watched weak hero class season 1 months ago and finished season 2 during April the 26th. I’m still writing for Alice In Borderland, so first time writing about Weak Hero Class 1.

Sorry about the waits, too much going on at school and even during weekends is busy, but so far I’ll be writing another part of this fic and might be doing some of the previous fics, supposedly finish by the time I’ll organized my unfinished drafts.

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During his gaming days, him and his subordinates were at the gaming center, Seongje was focused on annihilating you from another tea. He sighs and gotten used to winning, that was until he slowly glares at the screen in making him clicking his tongue; he obviously offended and clicking keys. You were there at the far front seat of the corner—where he met your presence, he start to get so distracted and that started him to feel piss, at the sight of you.

The first time he ever encounter was when that time he first met you, to him he feel unfamiliar by your presence. He saw you just right there. You minding your business and you didn't know you were actually competing with him; Seongje scoffs and gritted his teeth, trying to keep calm or cool, breaking a neck and stretch as he kept typing keys on the keyboard. While you were typing quicker as you shot your opponents, then facing at him as you launched it.

Boom.

He was shocked and panted with a grin in a chagrin manner, Seongje felt defeated in looking at the screen; he removed his headphones and put it down on the table, “Fucking shit,” he mutters. You were left unbothered as you get off the chair, and move your headphones off. Seongje saw your screen; he was clicking his tongue and scoffs with a smile, he was at the verge of annoyance, which somehow he watches you. He notice you by the far front, that now banging on the table as he can't believe it. “That bitch...” he came muttering again, watching you leaving and from his own gaze—he grown a fond of you from the moment. “Hmm... should've known...”

Every time in every day, you were there all day and all the time, you beat him coldly without a sweat. Afterwards, Seongje took a photo of you—so he could wonder if he could find you. Six minutes later, he was smoking outside, staring down and hadn't broke an eye contact over a photo of you. He was slamming on a random kid from Eunjang high; he was clearly being assaulted badly as he was dropped to the ground, after he beat up a Eunjang kid, so is the others. Seongje sighs, feeling desperate in finding you. The subordinates took care of it when he walked away, “Where could she be...”

You were there at the street corridor being captured by your soon-to-be-ex boyfriend, Byun Jaehan, who keeps yelling at you. You were living in anger when you stare at him coldly, “Give me the damn money, you bitch!”

You rolled your eyes and took out the amount of won, since you do keep most of it for yourself, instead your ex was likely used for gambling purpose. You give it to him then he snatch it roughly at your hand, you were looking down and silently angered as your clenched hands out into a fist. “Ain't that so hard? Huh?” he said, placing his hand towards your face, as there were little gestures that hadn't change throughout the years, he still love you. Jaehan was easily making you feel belittle about yourself, he looks down at you like you still love him in a way. Seongje saw it coming while he spy and see it: “Interesting.” Then your ex was caressing your face, grinning at you like a psycho and that he dryly laughs, “How about a kiss, hmm?”

“Those uniforms looked familiar...” Seongje took a glance to what he spy on. While you kiss him, like you missed the single part of him in the past as Jaehan kissed you back. You broke it off and tiredly looked away as your eyes looked empty, Seongje sighs and look down at photo of you as he was about to deleted. “Guess, there's no luck.”

By the looks of your face—it gotten swollen, bruised up or beaten, that he start to see it from you as he inhale his cigarette as he sigh.

“Huh... this isn't romantic?”

As Seongje was about to move from a single step, not until when you slapped his arm away from your face, then walked away as you tried to get away with it, your ex's annoying grin as much as he was shown to be more greedy. A condescending and intoxicating asshole he is. You've grown to be more and more tired; you turned sickly like an undeadly corpse—a zombie, could say. Arms and knuckles with band aids and bandages, you look a little unwell and felt thinner.

“Babe, you're not gonna do me shit again, are you?”

You stayed silent.

“You were filled with potential and now you look pathetic than ever,” he spoke seriously with eye to eye. “You suck like you haven’t went outside in days and I'm just here checking on you, would you mind if I bring my friends around to watch you?” then he laughed as it pisses you off.

It was then you manage to pull a fight, as you snap out of it and you were tired of playing the weak and be feared by him, all day. Seongje watches you brutally hitting him, using your bag in swinging across his face as you dropped it on the ground, your ex falls to the ground as well as you kicked him in the chin. Jaehan spits out blood and cough as he grins at you, “Babe, have you now grown some senses?” he asks, “you think you could beat me?”

“Fuck you!”

Then you step towards his ankle roughly as you heard it snapping from it—you fractured his ankle in one go, firmly. Your ex came screaming in agony while you kept going further into paralyzing him, Seongje was surprise and whistled in impressed as he smokes, “So she’s some classic, mad bitch like I thought she was.”

But from that moment, you stop and step back like you attempted in murdering your ex, you just moved and walked away. Seongje sighs, “Aw...” he inhaled his cigarette then sighs, “...oh come on, you miss the good parts. God, I didn’t know she’s some kind of coward, does she?” he scoffs and rolled his eyes. Itching the back of his head and thinks about what was he doing from that moment. “But why am I trying to get you?” he mutters as you run away like a coward.

He flicked his cigarette as it lands on the ground, Seongje walk to your ex after you left him there. He stepped onto his cigarette and approached to Jaehan, he saw his tag. Seongje laughs and grins, “Oh, you're one those guys,” he said, “that goddamn asshole's classmate? A Yeo-II student?”

Shown from his uniform and his name tag, you and your ex were at the same school as Na Baekjin. Seongje must've suspected, "Byun Jaehan," he called him, tapping on his body with his foot, in checking if he is still alive and asks, "You okay there, bud?" as he waves.

Jaehan face at him as he clench his teeth, while the blood drips across the lining of his teeth and nose; his eyes were red just as he tried to get up from being on the ground against the wall, at a street corridor. "W-Who... the fuck are you?"

As Seongje squat down and showed the photo to him, “Do you know where she went?” as he gone mad.

“The hell do you want?”

“Where is she?”

While he came hissing in pain and felt the agony from his ankle. “THIS AIN’T MY FUCKING PROBLEM!!”

Seongje slowly stands up, sighing and replied, “Okay,” then he came stomping onto his other ankle harder. Jaehan screams in agony while he asks him calmly again, "Where is she?"

“I-I don’t know! W-Where she is!! Agh!! Shit! My ankle s-shit!!” he screamed, “she went that way! Fuck!!” as your ex pointed to where she might be and the fact you were walking home. Seongje move his leg off and is about to walk away, just as if he wants to finish off where you started.

The last thing your ex ever saw him was when Seongje smile and wave, “Bye! Bye!” then he quickly frown and broke his arm into shreds and laugh, while he scream more then he was grabbed by the hair and was slam firmly against the brick wall. Lastly, he was kicked in the face in leaving your ex lost consciousness as he was enable or supposedly fainted, leaving the blood spilling from his head.

Seongje panted and laughs menacingly, fixing up his hair just as he stares down at his unconscious body, leaving him in the street corridor. He put his hands on his jacket and walk off. Seongje had walked for five minutes, whistling, then he saw you as he was leaning against the brick wall. He was watching you sitting in the bus stop. He sighs and took another photo of you, “Maybe, not today…”

At some other day, when he sees you again; you were there at the bowling alley, all alone despite that you were hanging out with a couple of friends—who are not entirely friends at the same school—your ex's friend. You never actually joined them for bowling, so you were just playing one of those arcade1up games in relieving your stress over something.

“Oh, look who’s here,” he murmur, walking by right beside you and watches you beating up his score. Seongje nods, “You’re one sick bitch,” he mouthed.

You were too focused on your score, then he saw your knuckles were being wrapped in bandages, and you had a black eye from your right eye and bruised lips. He could see that miles away, knowing those friends aren't exactly that kind of people to hang with. Seongje completely staring at you despite that it didn’t grab your attention on him, clearly Seongje slowly wave his hand out to you. But you indeed ignore him for how it makes you stressed out.

“Hello?”

Clearly he was trying to grab your attention for once, but he keeps on annoying you of the same hello several times. He clicked his tongue and getting really impatient here to talk to you.

“You got into a fight again?”

You were clearly showing signs that you were about to say something, but you start to ignore it and keep on beating the highest score in the game.

“You’re not the kind of talkative type dare you? Okay,” he said, leaning in onto something and rest his face towards his palm, while gazing at you. “Why aren’t you with your friends, ay? Are they friends? Are they to come and beat you up? Are those your ex’s friend perhaps?”

You slammed onto the controllers keys and finally meeting his presence, had made you thick and thin as if the glass brokes the barrier between you two, you coldly stare at him. While you were defeated and leave you with the highest score on the screen.

“Why are you looking at me like that? Hmm?”

“Shut up,” you finally spoke quietly out loud as he could hear it from you, you were getting off the seat.

Seongje raise a couple of eyebrows at you, slowly smiling at you as a threat, he dryly laughed and look down on you, “Is that a way to talk to me? Try me."

There comes a warning.

You were standing so still as you notice how quick you look down at his fist, turning back to him as if then you broke that cold stare from you and turn away. You were clenching your hand firm as you quickly escape away from him, simply you start to act afraid of him. It just shows you how you’re weak and mentally and can’t do no good to get involved.

You always never liked to fight but you did it anyways, just how much it pisses off when you did it to your ex. Those friends notice you as if then they watch you grab your stuff and storm off, you were too focused on leaving that your phone falls from your pocket. Seongje sighs and mumbles from his breath, picking your phone from the ground.

Leaving him watching you leaving the bowling alley, then turn back to your phone and see the screen: a picture of you and your ex. Seongje nods after seeing it and dryly chuckle, “Mind if I do…” he murmurs and grins.

Then he turns to your friends and he quickly frown, leaving them turning away and continue hitting pins down.

Afterwards, he gradually guesses the password after three attempts, then he saw your information includes: photos, social media, text messages, and others.

“How did this bitch didn’t have a name in any of it?” then he hissed and inhaled his cigarette. You were actually hiding most of the photos in your hidden photos, that leaves him only you in some of the photos that isn't related to revealing your names. So he is just watching you and your ex in most of the photos, “Well, damn that's shit...”

Meanwhile you were at the bus stop and just so suddenly, you felt something off about how empty is the pocket from your jacket. You realized that it was in the bowling alley and you were like:

“Shit.”

Just the other day, you were always walking after school all alone and you haven’t gotten those annoying bruises and wounds to heal up from it. Those things in your body had only been there with you for weeks, then another newly ones: you were really an easy target to be beaten up to the pump and especially how much some guys like to tug on. From all of that, you were about to snap than a second like your bones were about to feel like thin sticks snapping.

But how in the hell are you still standing?

Just after several times, comes from your ex, comes from those friends you hangout, yet you’ve still been holding up like a goddamn senseless thing. Those stuff always hurts when you felt it thrilling and to grab some senses, giving others a medicine, to shut them up.

A few days later, you came back at the gaming center when you were playing against another team. Seongje saw you once again as he remove his headphones and came by, going behind you as he approach. But you quickly log off and caught his arm as you were about to punch him, you look very frail and yet you looked like his easiest target to beat up with. You move his hand away and told him your last straw, “Back off,” then you storm off as same as usual. He came clicking his tongue and chuckle, smiling in anger and turn to his subordinates to come and get you.

You were outside and saw the others, surrounded by you and you dropped your bag and turned to them. When Seongje came out, yawning and saw everyone had beaten up by one girl, you're hands were bloody as you spit out of your own blood on the ground, giving an eye to him. You turn away and carry your bag and walk away out of sight, you were shown to be quite of a fighter like you remember in the past. But it gives you bad memories and that's why you never want to fight—but you already did, like now you’re going back to your old troubled habit in defending yourself and survive from everything.

“You all motherfuckers fight like an incompetent piece of shit,” he said in a calming, low anger voice, while already started smoking from his cigarette. “Do I have to fucking babysit of each one of you to get some common sense in mind?”

“N-No, sir!” said a Ganghak student, who had a bloody nose.

“Sir, my ass,” he replied, as his patience had grown thinner at the moment he got his own temper being shown, inhaling his cigarette. “You're giving me so much embarrassment when I gave you all a simple direction, isn't that so hard?”

“W-Well, Seongje, that girl fight like a retired martial arts, street fighter, she’s like the same level as Baekjin in a different way,” he told Seongje, “She’s fucking small, quick-witted, and unpredictable, she must've known something.”

He nods after knowing something about her, “Perhaps because of me who stole her phone.”

“What?”

He flicked his cigarette away and turn to him, “Don’t question it, kid, learn what's like to pull a real fight,” then he walked away.

The upcoming day as you were walking home from school, Seongje was walking at different direction as you walk past in the street corridor just then seconds ago; you stop and heard his footsteps had gotten quiet. In fact he knows that you were still standing about five feet apart. You sigh and dropped your bag and jacket on the ground, you came prepared. Seongje heavily groan and tired, like he had to go through all of this everyday.

“Fucking hell,” he mutter, rolling his eyes. “Why is it always me?”

Seongje turns to you and asks you: “What?” like he hadn’t done anything. You were taking a deep breath and move quick as a cat, approaching to him in aiming his head with your leg, but got blocked quickly and pushed your leg away. Seongje drag a punch at your face as you move quickly to the side as he kept punching you, then he heavily panted while you stand there strangely with gaze. Hands behind you as you tilted your head at him, he scoffs with a grin. “Damn... you’re really giving me a piss off look, okay,” Seongje nods, raising his hands up, “am I in trouble?”

You stayed silent as much as you look afraid in the inside, you were quite guarded yourself. You were moving one step as the click of your booted heel, made a quick reaction to him as he come quicker like a flash in swinging his punch once again at you, you lay back into a dodge as your hands was on the ground; you lift up your legs backward and land back on the ground as you quickly go down, in kicking him off the ground as he fall. Seongje was on the ground and smile in anger—he never expected from your fighting style to be something. He slam on the ground and sighs, you came quickly than usual as you mid-air twirl into a flip as you were about to slam his face towards his heel, but Seongje quickly got up and move out of the way.

He dryly chuckle and mutters in frown, “What the fuck is this, a circus shit?” then he sees you confronting him closer with a punch, luckily he move quickly. “Holy shit, that got me for real.” Seongje stares at your eyes and caught your wrist, you were looking sharp with your cold facade. You were calm and collective as much strength in bearing to compare to his, you were always making that gaze on him into making him question. Out of nowhere, you side flip and came behind him after you landed; the right moment as you kick him off the side of his left cheek with the outer sole of your boot heel. You got his arm off from your wrist while he stumbles and felt his cheek—he was offended by you. “This bitch knows how to play the game, oh fuck me,” as he smiles.

You gave him a cold glare as you slowly put down your foot after you kick him, “Is this the reason why among your gang tried to fought off with me, plenty of little wussies and pussies, really don't know what they're messing with.”

Seongje laughs and quickly frown as he fully engaged in grabbing multiple punches left and right, the fact your speed match up with him as you move back from dodging a couple punches, that you punch him back as well as he dodges; you two fight like cats and dogs all over the place. You keep moving as much as you tried to stick out with his fighting style; you manage to outstand him. You attempted to kick him and so he dodges and block back at you, Seongje begin to kick you in the face as you lost balance and then he punches at you as you fall to the ground that you were pushed off, distance away.

You both panted and look at each other’s eyes, you slowly get up then he ran and quickly punch you again, while you duck under him as he missed a punch as you ran to your jacket. You pick it up and come around as you fastened up in the air, as you spin and rotate from your leg to another at his face and landed. Then you turned around and swing your leg for another kick; Seongje caught your ankle as you were hoping around, he was gripping firmly as he was about to hit your leg. As you re-adjust your whole body and turn around as he lost his grip, then you turn back around and kick him in the face this time.

Seongje groans and felt his nose bleeding as it drips to the ground, he snickers then laughed menacingly. Then he gone mad, “You bitch,” he mutters, then he proceed in dragging another punch while you used your jacket as a weapon. You blocked and distance yourself as a way to kept his punches more easy to go on, then you kick him off onto his chest away from you. You were then back flipping into kicking his face again but he gradually moved back, then you swing your jacket at his face. Seongje came swinging with a kick in attempted to drag you down, but you came flipping then land your hands to the ground, then land back on your feet as you kept blocking. You were trying to get his hands in the way, back or front then captured his hand with the amount of strength you had and tried.

You were kept steady in dropping him down to the ground and went ahead in hitting leg and mostly to his shin. Seongje stumble to the ground and felt so lost, then he went back up in kicking up right at your chin you were hit. He may have let you fight this easy at first, but the second is he is not going easy on you; he’s gonna put all of his strength to put up with you. He grabbed your jacket while you tried to get him to let go, struggling. You believe that you’re gonna win on him, when he snatched your jacket away as he grabbed your hair and put you down, so he could easily hit towards your gut about six times as you groan. Your jacket was thrown off—feet away from you, then you were pulled and pushed out as he quickly launches a kick, right at your face in leaving you bleeding from your mouth as you spit it; you fall with a thud as you roll over against the wall as it hits.

He scoffs and grinned, “Hadn’t gone this far, yet you really went ahead of me,” he said, panting, “others say you were retired martial arts, street fighter. You’re really not like those cheap karate kids, who got beat up so easily because of their classic stunts won’t work.”

You move slowly and held your arms towards the ground, looking at him. “I see other people who look just like you,” you spoke in Japanese, “yet they’re foolish when they fight back, because of their ego and temper had always use as a significant tool. You may have seen others fight, but I’m a retired versatile martial artist, bitch.”

Seongje felt confused on what you said, he came approached to you and squat down, “What?”

You rolled your eyes and spoke back in Korean, “I’m a retired versatile martial artist,” then you slowly cuss out to him, “bitch, do I have to fucking repeat myself?”

He laughed, “No wonder, you could use one of those skills,” then he heard you coughing out blood, you were glaring at him as you clench your jaw. Letting your hand into a ball on the ground, “You gonna punch me back to get that jacket?” then you spit blood at his face.

Seongje moved the blood off from his face and clenched his teeth and proceed, “You bitch,” he laughs through anger and pulling you up from the ground, in hitting you against the wall in strangling you. You were grunting and panting as you grip onto his wrist in attempted to push him off, but the brute strength got him to the point you were grasping for air as much as you tried to think quickly. Your views on him who makes that grin and that intimidating gaze, it was impossible for you to escape the fact when you look at him—it reminded you of your ex, Jaehan.

“You listen here, bitch, I’m only trying to let this thing slide but you leave me on a dead thread with you. Don’t test me,” he said, losing his patience and that it triggers you. You were remind it by the same tone but different words that your ex said to you, you suddenly broke a look and become feared. Your eyes were hinting of what you’re feeling right now, that you tried to look away but he moves to look at you. “I'm talking to you,” he laughs.

“Tch... bullshit,” you mouthed and looked down as you silently gulped, then you turned back and felt weak. “J-Jaehan... stop... p-please...” you were shaking and clenched the sleeve of Seongje.

His gaze softened from the moment he first saw you overwhelm, which it distracts him—he lost his grip on you, “Eh?” as he raise his eyebrow at you. Then you used your sharp nails in gripping under his sleeve quietly and quickly scratch towards left arm, leaving him screaming and a claw mark, “AH SHIT!” as he move back. You cough and tried to breathe normally as the drips of blood from your sharp nails, you gave him that exact eye as before while he look back at you. You hissed and act like stray cat who turns violent, “Damn, you bitch!”

Your heart beats quicker, like the adrenaline is kicks in; you were quicken in slashing him across his face with your sharp nails, leaving him another cut at his face. He hiss in anger then back slap at your face as you dodge. Seongje tried to predict your next move but it distracts him when you're giving him the stare, he was clearly being tested by your presence and motives. You go back fighting back with him as you swing each one of your hands left and right with a pair of claws, he dodge at a quick speed as he move back when it comes to you slashing with your sharp nails another to another at his face; he whistled in amazed and annoyance.

Then Seongje came sneaking around and catch both of your bony wrists; tightened like most of your wrists were about to break or snap. You were hissing in pain, and that it escalated so quickly that your attempts had left you to feel weak, you were mentally in distress after you were shaken from being strangle—that it reminds you of your ex. But the amount of things that it got in the way, you manage to fight back and handle how difficult it is to be with, who constantly merciless and continuously fighting off until you'll fall.

You resist from screaming and clenched your jaw tightened through pain as you pushed your whole body down, and move your head down under his chin as you move your head back up, hitting him as he groan as you two move feet away and panted. Seongje felt his jaw—after you head butted him. You were standing so still that he stare back at you while you observe him.

You stare at him more than 3 seconds, causes him to rapidly move quicker like the flash and beat you back, then swung his fist at you but you cup from your palm and tried to forcefully push him. Seongje was susprise and raise both of his eyebrows at you, then you pulled his arm in hitting with your elbow, as it clashes right at his arm. He grunted as you swing your leg up to his face for a kick, but he grab you by the ankle again as you tried to tug away or maybe you could turn around and do it again; his grip was firm and secured as the possibilities that he might injure your leg but you suck in that pain. As you were small compared to him, he manage to swing you around and throw you in the air. Everything he does in attempting to kill you—doesn't affect on you, you were quick and skilled, the amount of hours of you two fighting. You were always pulling an eye contact on him to make him this furiously annoyed by you.

While you were being thrown out, you effortlessly flipped and landed on the ground as you were slide as the claws begin to scratch towards it, and now grab your jacket.

He furiously frowns, in showing his teeth and scoffs in irritation, “Motherfucker,” he mutters and felt like being played by your games. He rolled his eyes and turned back to you and said, “Right, cats always land on their feet.”

“Perhaps a dog should start barking: fuck you.”

Seongje laughs and mockingly barks at you, feeling very impressed by you. You were more than just a common bitch—you’re just a girl who got the society rejected you itself, leaving you surviving against the world. He sighs and adjust his glasses with his middle finger, in flipping you off then he move his hand out, curling his fingers in telling you to come over here. You let out a yell in focused as you ran to him, he come laughing like a maniac and also ran over to you.

Seongje swung his fist while you handstand and lift your legs up; you drag one leg onto his shoulder as you swing around, rotating yourself from coming front to behind, while you wrap your jacket around his neck. You came wrapping your legs around his neck as the two of you fall to the ground; interlocking your legs and both of of the sleeves from your jacket into a cross, around the back of his neck as you were pulling him as rough as you possibly can, in strangling him even further.

He was caught off guard by you from that moment, that he'll never forget that he was easily being beaten by you.

He kept hitting your leg as you were hissing in pain, gritting your teeth. “F-Fu-Agh-ck!” Seong-je dryly scream and smiled, he came laughing while struggling to get you off of him. Seongje put his legs on the ground and lift you up a little, then he falls back as you got hit the back of your head. Eventually, you leave him with another scratch from the exact wrists that you scratch him there, leaving him screaming a little.

You were groaning and loosen your grip from him, thus the pendant zipper from your jacket broke. He grab you as you two roll over in moving you off of him as you were rolled away from him, while Seongje cough and hiss then dryly laughed—heavily panted, dryly, and tiring.

“Hoowie!” as he widen his eyes and grins, slowly standing up on foot, with clap for a applause to you. “I never felt having such different enjoyment, I'm thrilled,” he said, fixing up his hooded jacket. “That's the kind of...” he groans and snapped his neck, “...stuff, I always like,” then hiss. Seongje has his hands on his pocket, walking slowly at such a cocky and stumbling walk, feeling his neck and cleared his throat. He approached to you who's still on the ground—not getting up. He heavy sigh and let out dry, low chuckle.

“I don’t know about you, but you are something."

As you were clenching onto a broken zipper pendant your hand, and when he he came close in move your body with his foot, facing you in front of him while you tried to maintain your vision focused. Seongje kicked you towards your face two times, then lastly kick you as you were pushed away and a thud as your shoulder was hit. Your nosebleed and bruises has now attach to the old ones and newly ones, you trembling sigh.

“Give up now?” He asks, squatting down and tilted his head to you, laughing. “Damn, I never had anyone who managed to go on, barely the same level as that asshole. Am I dreaming?”

You glare at him and had too much going on from what you see, Seongje couldn’t properly predict your move either way. It is as if you’re looking at him without hinting of what you’re looking at, just giving him clues rather straight up revealing it. You fastened to react in pulling the collar of his tiger shirt, then pulled the hem of his jacket and cover his face over it; his glasses was still on, while he grips onto your wrists but you move quick and took the jacket off from his face, then you slap across his face that roughly; he laughs and remove his glasses and spits at his eyes as it stings.

“God, fucking damn it, ugh!” he groans in disgust.

You move his jacket and shirt off in exposing his left shoulder, as you were aiming for and held the broken pendant zipper into plunging roughly at it, then he screams once again. You were pushing it harder down to his left shoulder with your thumb, while he screams in agony. As you moveback immediately then you jump mid-air, hitting the zipper pendant with your heel into pushing it more, then step back. Seongje hiss and scream, “Oh… Fuck! FUCKING SHIT!”

You always stare as usual as you slick back your hair, then you ran and pounce at him, towering over him while he tried to grab your arms. But you move it away and retaliate then punch him his face aggressively, left and right. He laughs and laughs, making him beaten up to the pump, then this one he caught you arms in grin. Kicking you off and roll you over as Seongje now towers you, “You stupid bitch, god, you pissing me off.” Then he captured both of your wrists—that was over your head—while you struggle to move. You sigh loudly and look at the sky then turned back as you stop struggling, when you stop moving and stay still.

Seongje scoffs with a pleasing smile as you were staring at him for a moment, “What are you looking at, bitch?”

You gaze at him, making him looking down at you and towards your bruised lips being parted, he was like so close to you and that Seongje was about to kiss you. You slowly grin in frown and said, “I’m giving you had head start,” as you quicken and wrap your legs around his waist, then you lift yourself up a little and bite his right ear.

Seongje was shocked as he immediately tried to get you while he screams, you were wrapping your hands around his neck. You brutally bit it off and he agonizingly scream, “You piece of shit!” as he hit your back several times. But you were clinging onto him—secure and easy to rip him to shreds, goddamn Seongje didn’t expected to see this coming. You attempted to rip his right ear off and you heard it squeezing and gushing from your teeth. He pushes you off as you fall to the ground and tumbles as you got back, licking your bloody teeth as you look ferocious by your eyes.

He felt his right ear bleeding, “FUCK!” he laugh it all off, then looked down at the zipper that's been stuck to his shoulder; he pull it out eventually, painfully as he groans. Seongje hiss and throw it away while you stand by and take a deep breath, putting your hands in positioned into an angle—crossing your arms to your left side and glare for the right target—you tuck your fingers as you flatten at an angle into a fist. Then you ran and let all of the anger while Seongje haven't move and is shock, when you come quicker at the speed of light.

“AITS!!” you shouted, Seongje came swinging his fist as you quickly caught his wrist, then you strike for an aim at his sternum. Then you went back for a basic punch with your other fist in aim at his neck, and lastly aim to his chin. “KIAI!!”

He stumbles from his very own eyes and held onto the brick wall, he was genuinely shock and panted; Seongje unable to breathe properly and felt the strain from his neck, he felt little air from his breath. Seongje was coughing out, rapidly, and agony such as he can't laugh and spits out blood. He look at you and look scared shitless with your brutal combo technique, he felt it rough while you didn't stop and that you were aware of what you’ve done, because you hated that it reminds you of your old career in the past. You were like murdering him and that he looks blooded from his mouth, he smear the blood of his mouth and draw his face in making it into a joker smile and smiles at you.

It was a mess and that this fight had gotten to the point, in going each other's throats until you two die. “Time out! Time out!” he shouted in a raspy voice, while feeling pain from it being strain.

It was a crucial medicine you gave him.

You stand down and watch him feeling in pain and he said, “Shit…”

While you were still defending yourself as you panted, Seongje was seriously giving up and felt it right over his chest. “You know I can do this all day without any problem," you said. "You can just hit me many times, I'll always come back on my feet."

He furrowed his eyebrow at you and tried to suck in the air, taking a slow deep breath as he put up a hand in stopping you; he was severely injured. Seongje panted, "Hey... isn't that illegal?" then he hiss, "attempted murder?"

You rolled your eyes and wipe the mess off of the blood dripping from your mouth. The fact his subordinates were not kidding about you, and that Seongje had face it. You were small but deadly—not considered deadly but cold and distant. The rumors spread about you and some don't take it way too seriously, they don't know you, but they perhaps heard the name—Anthill Tiger.

Well because you were deadly and small and you indeed pull a fight who’s twice the size compared to you, at least you haven’t been gone this far as you went through breaking point.

You heavily sigh and quickly walk in grabbing your bag, then you take out a bottle of water as you poke at his arm. Seongje looks at you and his eyes were looking at your sharp nails, as he thought you were continuing and killing him off, but you pass him the water.

Seongje was trying to process and look down on what you’re passing to him; he took it, slowly, hissing in pain from his body. “Gargle with water in spitting out of the blood,” you told him directly, cold and set a stare at him. Then he snatch it from you as you crossed your arms and watch him gargling and spit, you turn your to the side of the sky and sighs, “You’re lucky that I hadn’t puncture enough to kill you,” you said, pointing the area where you aim at yourself, “I might’ve fracture a little towards a single structure part of your body. It’s best if it were better in not risking it when you start shouting or pull a muscle, even when it comes to smoking. Would that make any difference?” as you look at him, like you seem so powerful over him.

Seongje drank a bottle of water.

“You better slow down.”

He stop and take a deep breath but it stings, “Fuck…” he mutters, then he turned to you and replied, “Really? There’s more than that?” as he try to shout at you, instead he spoke soft.

“Well, you would’ve met death at any seconds now, if I keep fighting with you, this further that I would take it at court,” you said, looking at him soulless. “I wouldn’t be going this far on your ass, don’t test me.”

As the tone of your voice turns defensive and that you don’t trust him, while he came painfully, dryly, chuckle and cough. That you made him feel worse to get through it, “Don’t laugh, it only makes it worse, supposedly you should see a doctor.” Then you walked away while he scoffs and hiss, as you turn to pick up the glasses on the ground and went back. You were supposed to be handing it normally, like to a stranger, instead you come closer to him.

Seongje stand so still and stares back down at you, he thought you were trying to do something out of nowhere: a kiss or perhaps threatening him to scare him off more. But you observed at his gaze, glinting at you and had softened. You were making that eyes—those eyes, soulless, bleak, black orbs—in creeping him, however it made him feel questionable. The fact you were making that rested look—heavy lidded look, like you were pulling a silly flirtatious act. But in reality, you were studying his blank ass expression instead of his killer smile and delinquent attitude, of course you were tired after a little feud between you two.

You start to put his glasses onto his face and push it, he was watching you as you move a strand of his hair, and that came out of nowhere plus awkward. Seongje sees something more than you fighting with him—he was fond of you, a little too much. While you move back, his eyes had gotten thinner like he glances with such thrilled in excitement, eventually his lips curled up. Seongje had admitted that he fall for you, for that damn attack you put him to piss him off this bad, he’ll never gonna move on.

It’s just you, only you in his own eyes, he feels so mesmerize by you. You small, feisty, punchable face, lonely, cold, cute from his own eyes in you and easy for him to remember by your first encounter. “Don’t talk to me,” you told him, crossing your arms, threatened and distrusted of an invite, you never like him at first. As you walked away and pick up your bag and ditch your jacket in the street corridor.

He looks up in the sky and pout as he sighs, “Okay, he calmly replied. “So you’re not gonna get your phone back?” as you stop and turn around, “is that the reason why you beat me up like shit?”

You put down your bag and try to lie but then you had to, you roll your eyes and sigh as you came forward in glare, “Yeah,” you slowly, so hesitantly answered. “Beat you up like how should a feral dog get to put down.”

He smiles at you and licked his lips, stood there and hiss as Seongje takes out your phone as you glare at the spite of his arrogance. “You know you can leave without it,” while you immediately want your phone back as you curled your fingers in upset.

As he rolled his eyes at and bring it back to you but then—

“What the hell?” you were pissed off and clenched your teeth, “hey, give it back!”

He bloody grins and raise his hand up high, while you tried to reach it up from him and jump. Seongje watching you struggle, “Uh-ah!l then he step back and annoys you. You were furious and make that stare again, “Name?”

You raise your eyebrow at him as you're tired of him, seeing how cocky he is, make you wanna finish him off. You didn't answer his question as you only stare at him.

“I’ll give it back, if you tell me.”

As he didn't seem to see your name tag on your uniform, makes him wonder and is desperate to know you, despite the feud of you and him were. You clenched your hands into a fist and stare at him so still and slowly said, “No, you don't.”

“Yes, I do,” he slowly answered back to you.

You roll your eyes and quickly pull the collar off his jacket, turning around and grab his arm as you throw him over you. Seongje groans and hit towards the ground, he hiss and smile as he give up trying to fight back with you; he is clearly obsessed with you. You sigh trying to take your phone out from his hand, but his grip tightened that it pisses you off when you attempted to pull it.

“You piece of shit, does almost murdering you isn’t enough?!” you complain, struggling to let his grip off from your phone.

“Oh come on... telling your name, isn’t that hard.”

You sigh and tried to pull harder as you can, while Seongje just likes seeing you struggle from the moment after you were the one who beat him brutally, and that says about his obsession of you and pain really went on his mind—he really couldn't stop teasing you. Seongje pulled you as you fall to him, “Motherfucker!”

As he secure his hands towards your wrist, he was smiling but couldn't laugh but deep down he is in fact laughing, through pain.

“Just give it back!”

He shake his head.

“Ugh!”

Again, shakes his head.

“God, you’re fucking annoying!”

“We’re gonna have so much fun together,” he said, “you and me going insufferable ways.”

You roll your eyes and glare at him, while his gaze always fixated over you that he couldn't stop being such an asshole, in putting you down while he is on the ground as you were top of him; you didn't notice what was he trying to do to you.

“I’ll let it go unless you tell me your name, or kill me if you want to be the first suspect of your murder?”

“Ugh!”then you heavily sigh in defeat, furiously want to beat his ass but that would be a lost cause, after you and him had now interacted in such a way. “You prick-ish fuck,” you said it out, that something Seongje would understand what you say, then you spill it out, “Dok Euigi.” Then he let go off your phone as you sigh and is about to get off of him but—

“Dok Euigi? Is there a meaning to it?”

You attempted to get off of him and that his hand was holding onto your waist—it was some silly sick games that he plan on—and all he wanted was for him to get to know you better, than a brutal fight you gave him; he was down bad for you.

“Really?! Now, you want meaning?!”

“I can’t let you go this easy, I just wanna know the girl who brutality my ass to the pump,” he said, grinning while you tried to move his hand away, “you know how to turn the tables, I feel like everyone underestimated you, including myself.”

“Just let go of me!” you yelled.

While he painfully let out a chuckle, like he sounded dry after a couple of smokes in the way from air way, to his sore lungs.

“Nah, you’re just gonna sit on top of me for the rest of your life, unless you told me about yourself.”

Your eyes slowly widen and clenches your teeth, you can't believe he is giving you such an arrogant demands in a calm, polite manner—that definitely pisses you off, but can't even beat him furthermore like murdering him from a major assault. His eyes darkened with enticing lovesick manner, while watches you in anger and that he somehow outsmarted you at the sight. You were completely squirming like a worm.

“God, you’re sick!” you hiss in anger, “YOU FUCKING MANIAC SCUMBAG!!"

“What are you gonna do about it, huh?”

He is seeing satisfaction and that he smiles so much, it bothers you from your own eyes as you sigh, scoff in annoyance and answered, “Dok means poison or venom, Eui means righteousness or to give meaning, Gi means one who is brave and stand up.”

Seongje scoffs painfully, “It suits you, no wonder you beat me at games in the gaming center.”

You slowly gotten quiet while his hands slipped off your waist, just then you start to act like you know him from somewhere, but didn’t bother to ask why?

“Wait... you’re that Venus Emperor?”

“And you’re that Malice Carmine,” he replied back. “Say what you say, ay?”

You sigh and rolled your eyes, then slapped his face and get off on top of him, you stand back while he felt the slap across his face and sometimes he wants to goof around and laugh—oh, he wishes if not for how you puncture everything in his body, to make him wanna joke his own shit. You heavily sigh and still furious at him.

“You fucking asshole!”

As you walked away and pick up your bag but you ditch your jacket, Seongje sighs as he watches you walking away, like you always do.

“Stay safe out there.”

You stop and for the last time you turn around and come back, taking out a bag of money and throw it at him, to which his response was a smile running down to his cheek. His obsession had grown thicker as well as he is feeling so lovesick—so hopelessly devoted—it was unhealthy, but he doesn’t see it. Seongje couldn’t hold grip and kept smiling whenever he does, could say he found a matchmade in hell.

A woman who’s cold and distant, petite, fun, feisty, pessimistic, unpredictable, defensive, hot-tempered, and calculating like she’s the sharpest person that he encounter; honestly, the beautiful woman in his own eyes like he felt dosing of his junk—left him out of daze and hazy. You were just something that he could not remove in his life, you barely even met him and that he is seriously doubting himself to see it coming till now. Goddamn you, you’re just making him sick to his soreness, if only you were so easy to confront. But no, you were easily alerted by his damn arrogance—a bastard son of bitch—a cocky Geum Seongje, he is. He is crazy in love with you and he doesn’t wanna change that, forever.

“Thank me later and no return, you wretched piece of shit.”

You storm off like before.

Leaving him like a shameless loser, clicking his tongue out of spite and then he let’s out a mocking baby tone as he pout, “You're so mean,” as he get up slowly and check his phone. Seongje looks through his phone and already got his phone number, as he was about to change your contact name to Dok Euigi, but stop and sigh.

He thinks and mumbles out, “Cute? Feisty? Bitchie?” then he slowly smiles and types out: “Kitty.”

Seongje quietly laughs happily.

“That bitch love me to death.”

As he lastly smack his head harder and dryly scoffs, Seongje felt like screaming but can’t do, then he saw the bag of money and a broken jacket as he let out a sigh after he notice it. Fiftteen minutes later, Seongje got back at the bowling alley and come downstairs, still hissing in pain after he got a check up at the hospital, then he open the door. Baekjin was answering a complicated equation as he was resting his head towards his knuckle, “Where have you been?” then he coldly turns to him and saw him wrapped, with a couple of bandages and band aids. He sighs and sounded disappointed, “What happened to you?”

Seongje raise his hand up and caught red handed while menacingly smile and joke around, Baekjin glares out of spite—serious and pissed at the sight of him being wounded.

“Relax, I just got a phenomenal performance by a sick bitch.”

“You're really certain of everything you do, Seongje, but I think I’m talking serious to you right now.”

“Alright, I’m talking simple, I got beaten up by a bitch.”

Beakjin was unfazed and sighs, looking at major injuries, “By a girl?”

“Yes, she is.”

“It seems like you had fun fighting with her,” he coldly said, simple and quick response. “You look like hell.”

Seongje tsked, “Yes, I am, it was rough.”

“Did that girl got you in the way?”

He hiss and thinks, sitting on the couch and heavy—trying to be honestly relax afterwards, putting his hands on his pockets. “I’m gonna be honest with you, but I just think I got slap for real.”

“So she put up a good fight?” he said, while answering down the sheet.

“Yes, she’s right in my damn face,” Seongje replied, struggling to crave for cigarettes and scoff, widen his eyes and smile in anger. “She fucking bite my right ear, give a me a damn scratch from wrist, a stab by a broken zipper from her jacket, and the relentless move she gave me just puncturing my sternum, my throat, and right at my jaw.”

Baekjin seem convinced about that girl and remember who she might be.

“She’s like giving me painkillers,” Seongje complains, clicking his tongue. “Which I had to take it otherwise,” he sighs, looking down and lean as he stares down at the floor, “and the worst part is... I can't even smoke shit because of this and even straining my voice just to yell and shit,” he scoffs in annoyance. “Now it felt weird that I’ve turn into a clean freak, smoke-free and tried to recover is shit.”

“I’m intrigued to say the least,” he replied. “Who was she?”

“The only thing I know,” as Seongje turns his head slowly at him, “is that she perhaps been on the same school building as you, and her name is... hmm...” then he mutters random girl names, at the top of his head when he tried to remember, then he snap his fingers. “Dok Euigi.”

Baekjin slowly moved his eyes and remembers it now, back when he was at school and that you were frail looking as you were running; you bumped into him on accident. As all of your study work were scattered on the floor, “Ah fuck,” you hiss. Baekjin came, picking up all of your papers as he seem to notice that you were a studious type, after seeing your score was perfect.

“Are you okay?”

You seem to avoid eye contact as you were picking up the rest of it, he sees your wrists and the back of your neck was covered in bruises.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

As you took the papers from him while Beakjin didn’t expect to see it coming, however he doesn’t want to get involve over this.

“Euigi-a!”

You turn quickly at your ex who’s with his friends, Jaehan turns around as well as the others who gave you a grin, and that you response was giving a scared look on your face.

“Get your slow ass up in here!” he yelled, “you're losing my patience!”

“I'm coming!”

Then you ran but stop and turn as you bow your head.

“Euigi-a!”

You continue running and catch up with your ex, while Baekjin slowly stand up and heard your ex’s friend kept making fun of you, along with him—your ex.

“You see what she is, a fucking slow ass and had to carry that damn papers as if she’s a working woman at an office,” Jaehan whispers.

“I would so come up to her and would do my work,” his friend whispered, commenting the fact you do them a favor in doing their homework and even let them cheat in given your work. “Like bro, she’s such a meek nerd and I'm glad that you’re still with her. I mean do you still love her?”

“Yes, what do you expect of me to be like, she’s very love-deprive for all I care,” he replied with a grin quietly. “All she wanted was a little affectionate on top and she’ll do everything for me, besides guys, you don’t need to worry. She’s obedient to do what’s best for me.”

You came as Jaehan smiles and wrap his hand around your waist, you were kissing him and smirks. “Let’s go,” he said.

Baekjin sighs and look back from now, he slowly repeated, “Dok Euigi?”

“Yes, that’s her name.”

“I perhaps I know her a little,” he replied, wasn’t so sure if he could remember it clearly. “Ain’t she the girl that her ex been physically hitting on her all day? I seem to know her ex since he was at the same class as me.”

Seongje slowly looking at him, “Hitting her all day?”

“I don’t intentionally know or say about it, but to her she’s been in a very serious relationship. I did watch her getting beaten up after leaving the school building as much as I’m not involved. She’s very much not the type of girl who likes to pretend Iike she thought she was. But never thought she almost murdered you.”

His eyes turn blank when Seongje thought about you and that ex, Byun Jaehan. “That dick...” he mutters as he lean on the couch and scoffs, then he spoke out loud, “I would’ve tear his dick off by the second he did.”

Baekjin turn to him for a moment as Seongje raise his eyebrow at him, “What?”

“You sounded… concerning and act like a person who cares,” Baekjin suspected, “mind if I ask about that? Did she made you turn out this way after she beat you up."

He tsked and shake his head, “No.”

“It sounded like you’re over fixated over her, or should I recall…having a crush on her?”

Seongje dryly scoffs, is honestly not hiding anything, “Something like that.”

It makes Baekjin more aware that he’ll get distracted and don’t do his job over some girl—he is seeing his disloyal about to show up by the time he will stop acting over his loyalty to the union.

“Seongje, don’t even get distracted each day coming here, don’t even get so worked up about some girl. That’s just basic boys talk about relationship with them, don’t act disloyal over your group.”

Seongje sighs and look down as he itch the back of his neck, “God, this is not so romantic,” he mutters, starting to make repetitive clicking noise from his tongue and turn and nods. “Okay,” as he's off the couch and leaves the office room, “I’m off.”

“Take care.”

Then he lastly turn around with a peace sign and leaves. Baekjin heavy sigh and look down at his sheet, but then he think back about you as Baekjin took out an old magazine—that has an old picture of you in your karate uniform. It said something about you who sadly retired from the karate tournament three years ago, seeing that he took a glimpse from your past and how you end up to be. But was not sure from his suspicion.

“Dok Euigi, I wonder how is she...”

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Shared Dreams, Blossoming Hearts (Wriothesley x reader)

Wriothesley x fem!reader; fluff, pure fluff, heartwarming.

You were not satisfied with the results of the recent case you had been investigating, but Wriothesley seemed to have his own way to cheer you up. (Basically, it was how the two fall for each other)

Words: 3.3k

Notes:

Another Wriothesley fic because he hot >:-)

Okay, I did say I plan for a series but I don’t think I have the patience… Anyways, you can assume that this is the prequel to the other fic I made (the spicy one here) since I used the same setting for the reader. As always, enjoy!

((Update: a sequel of the story here))

•~•~•~•

You crouched, cradling one of the injured children in your arms, his small form trembling against you. 

How old was he? Five? Seven?

You couldn’t fathom how someone could use these innocent children as unknowing pawns in a smuggling ring for the geode, the case you had been investigating on these past few days.

Before you lay four treasure hoarders, all unconscious, subdued by the elemental power you channeled through your vision. A recon log mek was completely broken, no longer a threat.

Though you could intercept the last escaping group, a sense of incompetence washed over you as you realized you couldn't save the children unscathed. You had feared the worst.

"Y/n!" Wriothesley called out as he dashed towards you, Clorinde and her subordinates following closely behind.

He took a moment to glance at the unconscious bodies of the hoarders, understanding the fact that you had been the one defeating them. However, his attention quickly shifted back to you, observing for any injuries.

"Don't worry," he said in a low, soothing voice, his gaze filled with reassurance. "The healers are ready. You should head back first."

You let a moment sink in as you gently petted the boy's head, a soft, reassuring smile on your face. "Don't worry, these people will take care of you," you said soothingly, trying to comfort the hurting child.

Wriothesley watched you closely, a flicker of warmth crossing his features as he observed this caring side of you. It was a moment that revealed another layer of your character, one that he hadn't seen before.

You let the children got lifted by the healers as you stood up, ready to go back to the fortress. Wriothesley talked to Clorinde in the background before escorting you back.

•~•~•~•

As the direct delegate representing the Palais of Mermoria, you were tasked with reporting directly to Neuvillette for cases concerning the fortress. Over the past few months, you had worked closely with the Duke, primarily focusing on investigations related to the Fortress of Meropide.

Your professional relationship with him was marked by your efficiency, something that Wriothesley greatly appreciated. Calm and composed - as others in the fortress described.

However, the recent particular case you had been working on had proven to be quite tricky. It had been unfolding for several days, involving a group of smugglers with ties to the prison. Your investigation had led you going back and forth between the prison and the upper grounds, tirelessly pursuing leads. 

Sadly, your suspicions about the use of children as decoys had been true all along, adding a disturbing layer to the case. Upon learning that the other party had Wriothesley occupied, you rushed to the site. Time was ticking away as they planned to destroy the evidence for escape, which meant endangering the lives of the children involved.

Fortunately, the children were safe now, but the weight of the case bore heavily on your shoulders. One misstep and everything would have ended much, much worse… Anger and frustration simmered within you, directed towards the people responsible, the unfolding situation, and yourself, for not realizing the danger sooner or saving the children unscathed.

Children— they were innocent childrens. Why...

With a burst of elemental energy, you unleashed your vision against the dummy in the Pankration Ring. The crackling power of your magic lashed out, a physical manifestation of your frustration.

“Wow, that dummy won’t last long if you keep doing it like that.”

Turning your head, you saw Wriothesley casually walking towards you. You fell silent, observing him as he approached, his gaze softening as he scanned your features.

"Don't beat yourself up too much about it," he sighed, sensing your state of emotions. "In fact, I should be the one thanking you. If it weren't for you rescuing the children..." his voice trailed off, the unspoken gratitude hanging in the air.

You looked up at him, changing the topic as you did not want to imagine the worst. "How are the children doing?"

"They're doing well, thanks to Sigewinne's trustworthy potions," he chuckled, attempting to lighten the mood. "We can check on them later."

A smile tugged at your lips. "Good… that's great. I would love to."

Wriothesley's gaze softened further, a silent acknowledgment of your care for the children.

"…Hey, if there's someone to blame, it would be me. If I wasn't involved in the other group, this may not have happened, true?" he asked flatly.

You paused, considering his words. He had a point, but you never held him responsible.

"Huh, but..." you started, but Wriothesley continued. 

"C'mon, if you want to release some stress, spar with me instead," he said, his lips tugging into a playful smile.

"A spar with the Duke himself? That's... quite the challenge," you chuckled, reluctance in your voice.

You were keenly aware of Wriothesley's physical prowess, not to mention his mastery over his vision. You would never match him in a fight.

"Nonsense," Wriothesley replied with a wave of his hand. "I saw what you did to those treasure hoarders. Use your vision, it's alright. As the ring's rules say, anything goes."

He smiled at you, a hint of challenge in his expression. The prospect of sparring against the Duke of Meropide himself, the champion of the ring, was both daunting and intriguing.

After a moment of consideration, you decided it was indeed a chance to both cool down your mood and train yourself. "Alright, let's do it," you said with a determined nod.

"That's the spirit," Wriothesley's smile grew wider as he made his way to the ring, and you followed him from behind.

Wriothesley tossed his jacket to the side, revealing the well-toned muscles beneath his shirt. The sight of his physique was impressive, a testament to his strength and skill. Even without gauntlets, the icy aura of his vision emanated from him, a reminder of his formidable power.

"No need to hold yourself back, give it your all," he added, his voice firm but encouraging.

With a nod, you mentally prepared yourself for the spar. Without your preferred weapon, you knew controlling your vision fully would be challenging. It felt harder to control without channeling it into a medium—a skill some could master, but it required extensive practice. From what you could tell, Wriothesley was adept at it.

Despite this, you refused to back down. A silent determination fueled your resolve as you admitted to yourself that you did actually want to see Wriothesley in combat—though not necessarily directly against you.

You focused on conjuring your vision into an energy ball, hurling it towards Wriothesley. With a swift sidestep, he dodged the attack and closed the distance between you. Knowing physical combat wasn't your forte, you attempted to keep your attacks ranged.

A slight smirk crossed Wriothesley's face as he started charging at you, clearly understanding your fighting style by now. Despite the challenges of channeling your vision power without a medium, you managed to throw some decent attacks, although most were either dodged or shielded by him.

Your thoughts on strategy were abruptly interrupted as Wriothesley closed the gap, launching into a series of quick and seasoned strikes. Blocking and parrying his blows as best you could, you could feel the icy blasts accompanying his movements. It was clear he wasn't showing his full skill, but even so, his speed and precision were impressive.

Realizing that solely shielding his attacks wouldn't take you anywhere, you focused your vision on creating a small dagger made from your vision elemental energy. With this newfound weapon, you lunged towards him, catching him off guard. Wriothesley dodged backwards, a bit taken aback by your sudden change in tactics.

"Smart move, as expected from you," he complimented. You remained focused and determined, taking measured breaths as the spar continued.

The exchange went rather fiercely, each of you landing blows and dodging strikes in a display of skill and determination. Despite the odds, you managed to hold your ground.

The spar reached its end when the small blade of elemental energy was poised against Wriothesley's neck. He froze, a small smile playing on his lips, admitting defeat in the face of your skill and determination.

"Alright, alright," he conceded, raising his hands in surrender. "You win this one."

You were clearly on edge, your breathing rough and labored in contrast to Wriothesley, who seemed rather unfazed by the recent spar. "You were clearly holding back against me, I can see that," you remarked, a playful glint in your eyes as you breathed in. Despite the intensity of the match and the fact that he was not giving his all, you still felt a sense of confidence building within you.

Wriothesley sighed defeatedly, acknowledging your observation. "C'mon, you think I could bring myself to beat a pretty lady like yourself?" he responded casually, a playful smile on his face. "Unless you really, really, reallywant me to," he added with a chuckle. 

His sweet talk caught you off guard for a moment, but you couldn't help but laugh at his offer. "No thanks," you replied playfully, shaking your head, knowing that you might end up weeks in recovery if he actually did.

Wriothesley grinned at your response. “But, seriously, you’re strong. And clever. With some training I bet you would match the strongest fighter in Fontaine.”

You honestly felt a bit flattered by his words, knowing he was regarding you too highly, but a small mischievous smile appeared on your lips.

"You... or Clorinde?" you teasingly asked him, knowing full well the rivalry between the Duke and the Captain of the Guard. 

Wriothesley chuckled, a hint of mock offense in his tone. "Hey now, I'd like to think I could give Clorinde a run for her money," he replied with a smirk. "But who knows? Maybe we'll have to settle this in a friendly match someday."

You laughed at the idea, genuinely intrigued with the prospect.

Wriothesley smiled contently at your laughter, his eyes warm as he asked after a while, "Feeling better?"

For a second, you forgot that you were here to take out your anger as he asked that. The spar had indeed shifted your mind and mood away from your thoughts. It was a fun experience indeed.

"Yeah, surprisingly, I am," you admitted with a smile, feeling a sense of lightness after the intense spar. "Thanks for the spar, Wriothesley. It was unexpected, but I needed that."

"Of course, anytime," Wriothesley replied, his tone light. "Let's go to the infirmary for a second to make sure everything's good, okay?"

You nodded in agreement as you followed by his side to head to the infirmary, reflecting on his actions towards you. After a moment of silence, you felt compelled to speak up.

"You're a great leader, Wriothesley, no wonder people chose you," you complimented him sincerely. How he had somehow sensed your troubles, and tended to it.

He looked at you for a moment, a bit caught off guard at the sudden serious comment. He thought for a second, before he said with a low tone, “…A lot of people had supported me along the way, I wouldn’t be at this place if not for them.”

You smiled at him, knowing full well that he was trying to be humble. It was true that he had the support of others to become the Duke of Meropide, but it was also true that his own actions had brought him to this position. His proactivity to help others, his ability to gather trust, and his innate instinct to protect those in need were all qualities that made him the natural and respected leader he was today. 

“To be honest, I did feel some disappointment towards myself… But luckily, I got you on my back.” he added, as he managed a smile at you. 

Right. The disappointment did not wear him down. Instead, Wriothesley maintained himself to be the pillar of strength, like any leader would. You truly admired him for this. And how he had tended to you, setting aside his own thoughts… you felt like you were drawn to him. Wanting to support him fully. 

You were about to respond to Wriothesley when you two arrived at the infirmary, greeted by Sigewinne. She seemed to know what you two had been up to, and proceeded to check on you first, then Wriothesley.

"You're all fine! But you might experience some soreness tomorrow, y/n," Sigewinne exclaimed cheerfully.

"That's... for tomorrow's problem," you replied with a sheepish smile. "By the way, when are we going to visit the children?" you turned your head towards Wriothesley, who was casually leaning back against the metal wall.

"Anytime. Now, tomorrow…. There's no urgent task for today, so, I can accompany you if you want to go after this," Wriothesley said, his tone warm and reassuring.

"Oh, the children! They would love a visit from you, y/n. They have been asking a lot about that yesterday," Sigewinne added, giggling softly.

You smiled warmly at the thought of visiting the children. Despite what had happened two days prior, knowing that they were safe and on the path to recovery now brought a sense of relief to your heart. “Then… can we go now?” you said, turning your head towards Wriothesley as you felt a renewed sense of energy filling in. Wriothesley couldn’t help but smile fondly at you. 

•~•~•~•

Wriothesley and you arrived at a place near the Quarter Lyonnais, where the children had been attended to. He observed you closely, walking a bit behind since he knew he wouldn't be recognized by the children, and he knew his appearance could be rather… intimidating. A gentle smile played on his lips as some of the children caught sight of you and ran over, their faces lighting up with joy.

You knelt down to their level, your heart swelling with warmth as you greeted each child with a smile and a gentle pat on the head. One of the older kids, a shy girl, timidly approached and handed you a piece of paper. "Um... this is for you, lady. Thank you… for saving us," her words stumbled as she offered you a drawing. You thanked her warmly, receiving the unexpected present when another boy, whom you had cradled in your arms during the rescue, approached you from the side. He stared at you innocently with his big eyes and asked, his voice soft, "Lady, who is that scary-looking man over there?"

You followed the boy's gaze and looked up to where Wriothesley stood, his imposing figure softened by the warm smile on his face as he noticed your gaze. You couldn't help but chuckle at the boy's innocent question.

“Oh, this man… despite his looks,” you smiled at the boy as you held him gently, pausing for a second, “is one of the kindest and most admirable people I’ve ever met.” You explained as you turned to face Wriothesley, a tender smile on your lips. “Try talking to him, and you’ll see what I mean.”

Wriothesley felt a flutter in his chest as you referred to him, witnessing your interactions with the children. It was as if a delicate bud within him had suddenly bloomed into a flower, its petals unfurling to reveal feelings he had kept carefully tucked away. How long had he been keeping these sentiments? He didn’t know. But in that moment, none of it mattered to him anymore.

As warmth spread through him, he quickly composed himself, maintaining his cool exterior, and hiding any signs of his sudden flush as the boy approached him cautiously. Kneeling down to the boy’s level, Wriothesley smiled warmly.

“Hello there,” he greeted the boy with genuine kindness in his voice. “I’m Wriothesley. I’m glad to see you and your friends are doing well.”

“Mister… Rye-uhh…sslee…?” the boy tried to repeat his name. 

Wriothesley chuckled at the boy's attempt to pronounce his name correctly, patting his head gently. "That's right, you got it!" 

As Wriothesley engaged with the first child, another female child who had been nearby suddenly ran up to him, asking rather loudly, "Mister, is this lady your girlfriend?"

Wriothesley's eyes widened slightly in surprise at the unexpected question, and he glanced over at you with a faint blush coloring his cheeks, though he didn’t shy away from your gaze. You couldn't help but laugh at the innocence of the child's question, but you also found yourself curious about Wriothesley's reaction.

“Hmm, good question. Do you think I make a good couple with her?” Wriothesley asked playfully, turning the question back to the curious young girl.

“Umm, I don’t know! But she is very nice! And pretty!” the girl answered honestly and innocently, just like any children would. 

“Mhm, indeed. She is lovely, I’d rather say,” Wriothesley replied, still facing the girl, his voice low and tender. The young girl giggled in response and ran off to join the other children, just like that. He let a small laugh at the girl’s reaction before turning his head back to face you, smiling.

The unexpected compliment – and his sheer confidence – sent a blush creeping up your cheeks, catching you off guard. Around you, the children giggled and continued playing, unaware of the subtle shift in the air between you and Wriothesley. You managed to give Wriothesley a warm smile in reply, attempting to mask your own shyness. 

You finally spent the evening together with the children playing, also with Wriothesley, who they had instantly warmed up to. As you made your way to the aquabus station to head back with Wriothesley by your side, the atmosphere was filled with a comfortable silence, the echoes of children's laughter still lingering in your ears.

You both traveled casually, the gentle hum of the aquabus filling the air as it glided through the water. The evening sun cast a warm glow over the scenery passing by, creating a serene atmosphere around you.

“I haven’t had the chance to see this side of you until recently,” Wriothesley spoke softly, his gaze warm as he looked at you. “You truly have a way with the children, and it's really heartwarming to see how fond they are of you.”

A soft blush tinted your cheeks at his words, and you met his gaze with a shy smile. “Well,” you replied, “I suppose our duties have kept us occupied, so it's understandable if you hadn’t noticed this side of me before.”

Wriothesley nodded, a gentle smile playing on his lips. “True,” he agreed, “but it’s a pleasant surprise. It's clear that you genuinely care for their well-being, and it's truly admirable.”

“I guess – that makes the two of us,” you replied with a warm smile, feeling a flutter in your chest at his sincerity. You had also witnessed Wriothesley interacting with the children, and it was evident that he was a complete natural, despite his intimidating appearance at first look.

Wriothesley pondered for a moment, his expression thoughtful. Finally, after a moment, he asked you, his body a bit tense, “Say, are you interested in working a bit longer at the fortress?”

You paused, considering the offer. You knew your position at handling the cases in Fortress of Meropide was not going to last forever. But, your time at the Fortress of Meropide had been rewarding, and the thought of working alongside Wriothesley a bit longer was rather appealing. Perhaps… something was also blossoming within your heart.

 “Hmm... I can't see why not,” you replied with a warm smile.

A sense of relief washed over Wriothesley's features at your answer. He let out a sigh as he stretched his back. “Great. Then please remind me to send the letter of request to Neuvillette,” he said, grinning as his voice tinged with anticipation.

Curious, you asked, “And why would you go that far?”

“Because,” he began, his voice low but sure, “I would like to spend more time with you.”

[urinarythreatinfection]

Dude I keep trying to do my book report but the book is so boring bro. I feel bad saying that since it's based on a true story but I'm trying my best. I might be cooked though it's due today. Have this that I wrote instead.

Charm You to Jealousy

Shanks x top male reader. Smut. Reader gets jealous because Shanks is handsome. Spoilers for Ep 1112. This isn't dubcon Shanks just likes being whiny. 3,180~ words.

“Haha..” Shanks laughs awkwardly as he catches the woman that lunged onto him. Everyone around him fawns over him, worrying over if he’s going to be okay or that he doesn’t need to be the one to defeat Kid. He’s flattered, he really is, but he needs to get going! He doesn’t mean to underestimate Kid, but he doesn’t overestimate him either. He holds the woman to his body for a moment before pulling back and walking to the dock. He turns back to look at them “Don’t worry, our enemies are famously weak.” The redhead says cheekily. It’s only when his expression lands on you that it falters ever so slightly. There’s a smile on your face as you look at how beloved he is, the way women he’s most likely been with before you swoon over him, but it doesn’t reach your eyes. It’s when he’s about to say bye to you, to try and show he hasn’t forgotten about you, when his eyes widen and his observation haki gives him a vision of an unfortunate future. Panic fills his mind and he takes one quick glance at you then quickly jumps off to save everyone. You watch him go, it’s to be expected. How admirable he is, you love him for that; plus, your comfort in the moment is much less than the lives of countless. You look down at the women that were with him, resting your chin on your hand. They’re pretty, the type of women Shanks was into before you two started to date. You don’t have their large breasts or their soft features, nor the body meant to connect with someone the opposite gender. You aren’t one to feel too insecure about that, of course. It’s been proven enough that Shanks is more than into you. You look out into the ocean, watching as your love saves the day once again. An ugly emotion blooms in your heart, unwelcome and dark.

…………..

After everything is done, he finally gets a moment to rest his mind. Looking at the sinking ship of the Kid pirates, he sighs. “Kids these days get too strong too fast.” He says as he walks further onto the Red Force. Shanks expected Kid to have gotten stronger, but enough to destroy multiple ships at once was unexpected. It’s then that your expression comes to mind, the smile that didn’t reach your eyes. He looks around a few times after he remembers but doesn’t see you “Shit.” He mumbles to himself. His crew overhears this and start to snicker despite Shanks’s small panic.

“In trouble, Captain?” Yasopp asks teasingly and Shanks sighs as they sail back to the island’s dock.

“Hopefully not too much..” The redhead says, but before he can go look for you inside the ship, people call for him. ‘Dammit.’ What’s worse, he feels your gaze on him. It’s harsh, and he resists the urge to shiver. He needs to go find you, but he should calm his subordinates first. He hops off of the ship and, again, a woman hugs his waist. She clings to him happily and he puts his hand on her hip, trailing it up to pat her back. “See? I told you everything would be fine.” He tells everyone.

“You took care of him so easily! We have to have a celebration!” One of the men say and Shanks, for the first time in a long while, actually feels not that excited for a celebration. He’s always excited to drink, of course, but the longer he keeps you waiting the worse things are going to be.

“A celebration for beating such a weak pirate?” He asks, raising a brow. “You sure you aren’t just using me as an excuse to party?”

“Nonsense! Our chief saving our island and people is always a cause for celebration!” The man responds and everyone cheers.

‘This isn’t working out.’ Shanks thinks to himself. “That sounds great but I should get going.”

“Ehhh? Already?” They all yell. “We wanted to thank you for saving us though!”

“Yeah, sorry. No need to thank me either, it’s my fault a big shot came to this island.” The captain continues to try and escape from the people, picking up a few women to place them further back. Beckman watches this, amused. He almost considers letting the redhead deal with this himself, but alas, he is the first mate and he is supposed to help the captain.

“C'mon everyone, let the Captain rest.” Beckman tells them, patting one of them on the back while he motions for the other townspeople to leave as well.

“Yeah, don’t tire him out now, he’s gonna need his energy!” Lucky Roux says knowingly with a laugh, making Shanks cringe.

“Well, okay. See you later Chief!” The women and men say, a few giving him a kiss on the cheek. Once they’re gone Shanks sighs in relief, then slowly trails his vision over to you, sweating as he notices an even more insincere smile on your face. You narrow your eyes sinisterly and head inside the ship. He curses and quickly makes his way inside too.

“We’ll save you a seat, Captain!” Lucky yells to him.

“Yeah, and we’ll make sure it’s cushioned too!” Yasopp adds and they all start to laugh, voices fading as Shanks follows you. He trails through the halls and eventually finds you, grabbing your shoulder to turn you towards him.

“Heyyyy!” He says with a friendly voice, “You know they don���t mean anything to me, right, love? Well not ‘anything’ but not like you-” He’s interrupted as you grab his collar and pull him into a rough kiss. He takes a step back, and you pin him to the wall. He shivers slightly as your tongue slips into his mouth and his into yours, intertwining the two muscles. Shanks grips onto your arm and groans softly when you lick the roof of his mouth. With that, you pull away, a string of saliva connecting the two of you for a moment. His face flushed as he catches his breath, voice full of anxious hope. “...Is this a sign you’re not that mad at me…?” The redhead asks, panicking as one of your hands slips under his shirt and grips tightly onto his waist. Your eyes narrow and your smile widens.

“What do you think?”

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“Hah~ nnGH~!” Shanks groans into the pillow, clutching the sheets beside his head like a lifeline as you slam into his lifted hips mercilessly. He’s already cum twice, you once, sweat glistening on his back as the muscles tense under your hand with every thrust. Your other hand goes to his hair and pulls his head up, his mind swimming as you lean over him.

“Don’t hide now, thought you loved the attention?” Your voice rumbles into his ear and his dick twitches, his eyes rolling back for a second when an especially hard pump hits his prostate harshly.

“s..sorry soRRy- AHh~!” Shanks moans with a gasp as you spank him, the hand on his back moving to squeeze one of his pecs.

“No, there’s nothing to apologize for. How could I blame my lover for being himself? Even if he’s an attention whore.” You pinch his swollen nipple harshly, sending pain and pleasure through his body. “I’ll give you the attention you crave, enough to feel it when you show yourself off to everyone else.” Shanks thinks about being in front of his subordinates, trying to hide the pain in his lower half and cover any marks made by you. The feeling of him squeezing around you makes you chuckle. “You liked that, didn’t you? The thought of them finding out their strong chief got fucked like a slut then tried going to their celebration like it didn’t happen. Wonder what those girls would think, knowing that. They probably think or even remember you as some dominant man. Fantasizing about you when the truth is you’re addicted to getting used by your boyfriend.” You grab and lift his torso up, wrapping your arms around his waist so you can pound into him so hard he forgets how to think; only able to let out a weak groan as he cums for the 3rd time. All that comes out of his mouth are moans and whines now, unable to form words as tears form in his eyes from overstimulation. That doesn’t matter though, you know he can keep going. “Is my pretty slut tired? You can give me one more, right?” You ask and he shakes his head, gasping when you press a hand on his lower stomach. “You can, don’t underestimate yourself.” Shanks whines as you suck a hickey into his back, whispering dirty praises into his ear until he’s aroused enough to get hard again. “There you go~” He feels like he’s about to collapse as you kiss the back of his neck. “C’mon, be good for me, Captain.” You stop to grind into him, making him groan at the feeling of your dick massaging his prostate. Your cum is pushed further into him and his dick twitches in pleasure.

“(Y/n)..” His voice rumbles as his eyes close, mind clearing up just enough to say your name.

“Turn your head.” You tell him and press your lips against his, his eyes going half lidded with a mewl as you start to thrust again. He’s kissing back despite his foggy head, instinct from making out with you. It’s not done yet though, and once you feel like he’s had enough time to calm you start getting rough again. He’s struggling to keep himself up, your arm wrapping around his waist the only thing keeping his hips lifted.

‘I’m.. gonna pass out.’ Shanks manages to think. ‘Feels too good…!’ He curses that he didn’t take care of Kid sooner, instead choosing to calm the nerves of the people first. Out of character for the captain, but he can’t think rationally when he’s getting fucked to an inch of his life and his love is upset with him. His orgasm starts to form inside of him and he pulls away from the kiss to pant. He’s gonna die, he’s gonna die and it’s because he’s too handsome and charming to be unpopular. Your voice reaches his ears, but his brain can’t make it out very well, just knowing that it’s you behind him. At least you’re the one that’ll kill him, this might not be so bad. He lets out a gasp when you twitch inside him then grab his dick. "W-Wait wait!” He’s able to cum untouched, but he’ll need a bit of help this time. He grabs your wrist, weakly tugging to no avail as you start to jerk him off. Shanks looks back at you with teary eyes, pleading.

“Shh, it’s okay. Just this last time. After that you can go to that party and pretend you’re a perfect handsome man. For now,” It doesn't work. You tighten your grip and he sobs. “I just need you to cum again for me.” He looks forward, tears streaming from his eyes as he feels himself reaching that peak again. Finally, he lets out a loud broken cry as he shakes and spasms around you. “Fuck you’re so pretty like this.” You coo into his ear as it rips through him like lightning, pain and pleasure filling his body. You can’t hold back longer either, the urge to cum into him again filling your mind. Your grunts mix with his weak whimpers, so slutty and vocal for you. “I-I want you to remember this, everytime someone puts their hands or eyes on you with want, I want you to remember how easily you moan for my c-cock.” You grunt out, ending your sentence with your dick shooting cum into his warm walls. You don’t know if he heard you say that, but you know his body will remember for him. After a while of catching your breath you pull out of him, a lewd sticky noise accompanying before seeing your cum flow out of him. “Fuck, what a sight..." You mumble, burning the image into your head. Sweat glistens on his back and his head spins before he goes limp. “Ah.” You lay him down and turn him over onto his back, your breath catching in your throat. His hair sticks to his forehead, tears staining his face and his lips swollen with kissing and biting. There’s hand marks on his waist and hips, bite marks around his swollen nipples. He’s completely wrecked, his closed eyes opening just to look at you for a few seconds before he manages to give a weak smile; then he passes out. “Oops.” You exclaim, then look at the clock in the room. At this rate he’s gonna be late, but looking back at him you doubt he can go in this state; even if the thought is slightly nice to think about. Just a bit. Plus, your body is also a bit exhausted, to be honest. Love conquers all, though, and you get off of the bed and onto your feet; picking up your unconscious boyfriend to clean him up as best you can. It’s a bit difficult when he’s unconscious, but you make sure to use warm water and lots of care. He stays asleep the entire time, which isn't too surprising since he can sleep through most things; though he does make cute hums in his sleep when you rinse off his hair and snores when you’re drying him off. Once he’s all cleaned up you change the sheets quickly and place him onto the bed. It’s a good thing you’re strong, Shanks isn’t light by any means. You stand there, staring at him. ‘Is he.. gonna be able to go like this?’ You ask yourself, seeing his burnt out body. ‘I’ll go see Hongo just in case.’ As soon as you step into Hongo’s office he tosses icepacks and ointments to you.

“Here.” He’s too used to you and Shanks’s antics to be unprepared or surprised, especially when he could hear his captain’s moans while walking through the hallway to get to his office. “Seriously, I don’t know if I should be impressed with him or you that you guys manage to make that much noise. We even put soundproofed it too.” Hongo says with a sigh.

“I’m just that good.” You gloat jokingly, holding the items in your arms.

“Yeah, well, we don’t need to know to this extent.” The doctor replies and you laugh a little. “I don’t know how rough you were with him, but people are gonna be disappointed if the captain doesn’t go.” Your eyebrows furrow s the consequences of your actions settle in. “Don’t make that expression. He’s grown, he knew what he was doing.” You tilt your head in confusion but Hongo just waves you off to figure it out yourself. It’s when you get back to your shared room when you put the pieces together, could it have been on purpose? No way, right? Shanks is on the bed, snoring loudly. You walk over and put an icepack on his neck, causing him to jolt awake.

“Cold!” He yelps, coughing afterwards from the strain of his voice. You hand him a glass of water, he takes it and gulps it down. “Thanks, sweetiepie.” You stare at him and he’s confused. “What, do I have something on my face? Other than handsomeness, of course.” His voice is raspy, but you still catch the slight nervousness.

“Did you make me jealous on purpose?” You ask him and he quickly avoids eye contact. “So you did.” He scratches the back of his head.

“I didn’t think you would get that jealous.” The redhead mumbles and you resist the urge to shake him.

“I knew it was weird, you were leaning into those kisses and you didn’t need to put your hand near her ass either.” You pinch the bridge of your nose as Shanks laughs anxiously. He pats his lap.

“C’mon~ It’s not that big a deal. Plus, my hand was an appropriate distance away from her ass. I would kn-” You grab and squeeze his nose harshly. “Owowow sorry sorry, I couldn’t resist the joke!” If he wasn’t already a wreck you would’ve bonked his head by now.

“You’re going to the banquet.” You state, letting go of his nose.

“I want to, but I’m a little.. well..” He motions to his naked body covered in marks. “I’m getting old too, my hips hurt like hell. I wouldn’t be surprised if you aged them.”

“I said earlier that you would go, yeah? So you’re going. I’ll carry you over there like a pretty princess if I have to.” You tell him and he gets a serious look on his face as he actually considers the pros and cons of being carried like a pretty princess. The pros are he doesn’t have to walk over there and he can just use you instead of having to get up, the cons are that his crew would make fun of him and he isn’t sure how the rest would react. “You seemed pretty interested in people finding out earlier.” His cheeks tint slightly at that, he would allow it if it was just his immediate crew but there’s too many reasons to not do the same in front of everyone else.

“I’ll go, you can carry me some other time.” He stands up and almost falls over until you catch him. “Shit, you did a bigger number than me than I thought.” Shanks doesn’t want to leave everyone hanging though. Thankfully, you two are used to this. You put him down on the bed and put ointment on any bigger marks or bites, he shivers a little when you put it on his nipples. Once that’s done you dress him up and ice his eyes and lips. “Can’t see.” He says as the icepack covers his vision, voice muffled by the one on his lips.

“Hold it.” You tell him and he takes over icepack duty, you take the chance to put makeup over any visible marks. Would be easier to just button up his shirt but that would cause way more attention than a few faint marks. Once everything’s done he puts the icepacks down. To be honest, his face still looks like a mess.

“Maybe we can put some lipstick on me, only if you kiss it on tho-” You put the icepack back on his lips. Should be fine, Shanks looks a little rough all the time anyway. Maybe you guys can say it was the heat that did it.

………………

“Woohoo! Congratulations!” Yeah the excuse didn’t work. At least everyone was happy for you, even the women from before. They seemed really bummed at first but they changed their mind when they saw Shanks’s face and the faint marks. They started going to you instead or staring at Shanks in awe. Apparently it’s way more interesting to stare at a handsome man slightly wrecked than try and have him when he’s taken. Love conquers all, even if their curious stares are a little embarrassing.

Yeah I'm cooked lol its due in like 6 hours.

[merbear25]

You know that innocence corruption thing you did for chad and urahara can you do one for gin and jugram or ichigo

I had so much fun writing these... Idk what happened but I especially adored writing Jugram's part 😭 Hope you like it!

Such an innocent thing like you didn't belong here surrounded by the corrupt and death. That being said, they were happy you were. You were the smidge of good in a reality so bleak, and they were just itching to have you all to themselves.

CW: NSFW, MDNI, fem!reader, corruption kink, vaginal fingering, breast play, oral (male and female receiving), vaginal penetration, rough sex, creampie

A rose in a garden of thorns (Gin, Jugram)

Gin

As carefree as they came, he often wondered how you managed to have made it this far without losing that. He caught himself staring at you, observing you, thinking if your soft heart had ever known something past the sunlight you found yourself in.

A beacon of hope that there was good to be found in the darkest moments, he came to admire you for your resilience. Perhaps you were foolish to be acting as innocent as you were, or maybe he was the one who was the fool for thinking that it was all an act. You were genuine in your kindness, which was something he rarely had the privilege of witnessing in others. Although you weren’t blind to what dangers lurked over your garden walls, you simply chose to greet them with warmth.

How were you real? It was a question he’d been mulling over for longer than he cared to admit. He, like so many others, had to rely on the masks they wore just for a chance at survival. Watching you happily carry out your duties, never once looking distressed or discouraged, he couldn’t deny the way you made his heart flutter.

A group of men were loudly making their way over to you. Having caught one of their eyes sent the others to follow his lead. The hoops and hollers at you were less than tasteful. Clear discomfort was written all over your sweet face, which didn’t sit well with your admirer.

Before the men had the chance to get any closer, Gin blocked them off. His presence was both frighteningly intimidating and light-hearted at the same time, leaving the group on edge of what the captain’s sly smile was hiding. With a scoff that was more timid than it was fierce, the lowly men left you alone. The cute girl was suddenly not worth their time because her captain came to her aid.

“Thank you.” Although you looked a bit defeated, your eyes held on his with a tenderness that was unmatched.

His smile softened at the sight of you. You looked so vulnerable, almost tempting enough to pluck you for his own liking. “Don’t mention it, though you should be more cautious.” Despite the slight criticism, his voice was friendly.

“I know… I just don’t like thinking the worst of others.” You sat on that thought for a second, realizing how faulty of an outlook it was.

“Trust is something that is earned, you know. Not everyone deserves it so easily.” The fall in his tone caught your attention. There was a slight ache to it, as if he was trying to warn you against putting your heart on the line.

The gentle gust of springtime air combed through your hair and it took that caution he was referring to with it. “I trust you.” The inflection in your soft voice sent his heart racing. He wanted you to trust him, maybe more than anyone else.

“And I consider that the greatest honor.” As he stepped a little closer, you could feel yourself growing more and more flustered.

A small stutter from your conflictions broke the thickening tension. “We still have quite a lot to finish today. I can get back to that.” There was no denying that small crack your words left on his heart. Yearning to hold you, to touch you, taste you: it was becoming damn near unbearable, but he was a patient man and you were worth waiting for.

Following you, he purposefully stayed behind you to watch the slight sway of your hips. “What kind of captain would I be if I let my subordinates do all the work?” A slight chuckle trailed after you, causing the beating of your heart to pound against your chest.

You had your own feelings towards him, of course you did. WIth the guidance and care he gave you, how could you not wonder what things would be like in a more romantic setting. However, you couldn’t work up the courage to go against what was right. Timidly, you sat down next to him to sort through the documents, biting your bottom lip in an attempt to silence your nerves.

He took notice of each tremble of your fingers, each twitch of your thighs, and each rise and fall of your chest. “You seem nervous.” The comment came between turning pages.

“Why would I be nervous?” The squeak in your voice failed you.

With a sigh he put the papers down and leaned back on the sofa. “I don’t know, why would you?” You twiddled your thumbs, unsure of what to say. When he reached over to twirl a lock of your hair, the shudder you gave amused him. “I don’t make you nervous, do I?” There was a hint of flirtation in those words.

“Sometimes…” You could barely say that one word. Your palms were sweaty and you felt as if your heart was going to leap out of your chest.

“Maybe it’s your body trying to tell you something, hm?” He leaned closer and brushed your hair off your shoulder. He wanted to take you just like all the times he’d imagined, but he didn’t want to risk it, instead giving you the option. “Do you still trust me?”

That question swirled in your mind, hitting every pleasure center that it could possibly hit, while it alluded to what was to come. “Yes.” 

The soft confirmation was all he needed. Pressing his lips against your bare shoulder, he trailed tender kisses up your neck. His hands caressed your thighs, roaming up and down them over your robes until eventually pushing the cloth aside. Your bare legs felt so tantalizing under his touch. As he kissed along your sensitive neck, his tongue danced against your pulse. Your heart was going crazy, he could feel it, and it was making him want more.

“You’re such a good little thing, so sweet and carefree.” His breath bathed the wet kisses he was leaving behind. “I almost envy you, but having you like this is just as good if not better.”

His teeth sank into your skin, making you whimper and squirm against him. Pushing his hand further up between your thighs, he found that sweet spot almost instantly. Wet cloth that was pressed against his fingers, he hummed in satisfaction. Your thighs shook and your moans grew more desperate the more he played with your clit. The friction of your damp panties and the pressure of his fingers were making you crazy.

“W-Wait…” You said breathlessly. He paused, a large part of him hoping you weren’t going to tell him to stop all together. “Can I… suck you?”

“Oh?” He practically purred at your boldness. “I’d love that.” He pressed a firm kiss against your shoulder before sitting back. His cock jutted out for you, already glistening with precum.

His eyes held on you, intently watching your expression. The shyness on your face, the intimidation you were feeling, the uncertainty that you would be able to take him: it only made him want you more. Your tongue lightly licked his tip, swirling around it the more he moaned for you. Pursing your lips against it, the kiss you gave it made his breaths labored. The anticipation was killing him, but he didn’t want to rush you. At last, you took him in your mouth, savoring the taste of him for a moment before bobbing your head up and down.

Gripping your hair, his hand tightened around it the more enthusiasm you showed. His moans were soft and low, almost as if he was in disbelief. He knew he wasn’t going to last long with you like this, and he wanted to enjoy this moment for all that it was worth. Carefully, he brought your flushed face to his. Kissing you with a fiery passion, he pulled you closer to him. His hands eagerly roamed over you, mesmerizing every inch of you.

Laying you down on your back, he deepened the kiss while pinning your legs back. Your shaky breaths and moans between each tangle of your tongues added fuel to the fire between you. Slowly at first, he pushed into you.

“You feel so good,” he grunted as he wrapped his arms around you and kissed your neck.

He was lavishing your neck with bites and hot wet kisses. When those were coupled with the slow deliberate thrusts into your sopping wet cunt, you were both losing yourself to the passion faster and faster.

“You mean so much to me.” That soft little voice tangling with the gasps and moans made his heart ache even more for you. He needed you now more than ever.

Picking up the pace, he knew his control was slipping. You were perfect in every sense of the word, so pure hearted and representing so much of what he wanted but couldn’t have. The legs of the sofa dragged against the floorboards as he reached a frenzy. Looking down at you, the sight of you was absolutely breathtaking. He captured your lips just as he reached his climax. Firmly, he kissed down your cheek, neck, and shoulder, while he pushed every last drop into you.

Still holding you tightly against him, he wasn’t ready to let you go. Now that he had that special something to make these days more bearable, he was never letting go of it.

Jugram

One of the few to have caught his eye beyond the typical suspicion he held towards his own kind, you proved time and time again to be different from them. Soft, kind, genuine: you were a ray of light in the shadows they hid in. A breath of fresh air each time he stepped into the room you were in—unbeknownst to the way he looked at you.

Your delicate features mirrored the innocence you somehow managed to maintain in this world, and he’d be lying to himself if he said he didn’t want to introduce you to the pools of sinful desire. Leading his little lamb, who doted by his side to aid him, into the waters of indulgence he himself so rarely visited; it gave him a sense of satisfaction. Knowing he had your trust, looking up at him with such a willingness to help whatever it was he requested of you, it left him with thoughts that he himself deemed questionable.

When he entered the room, his eyes immediately found you. Working on the stack of paperwork you’d taken on his behalf only solidified his plan for you. Coming over to the desk, he gently grabbed your attention.

“Come with me, dear. I want to show you something.” He extended his hand to offer you assistance out of the swamp of duties you were buried in. The softness in his tone was consistent while you were working under him, which carefully cultivated a mutual fondness.

You took his hand with a sweet smile upon your face, unknowingly making his heart race at the sight of you. Those soft lips, doe-like eyes, your delicate hand in his: the craving he had was rising to new uncontrollable heights.

The tall walls of the corridors you passed through together allowed your footsteps to echo. A pearly white appearance surrounding you served as a reflection of the purity none of the Quincy truly had, other than you that was. Upon reaching a door you were sure you hadn’t noticed before, his gaze met yours. He opened the door and let you pass through first.

A garden that resembled Eden with its long full vines, flowers, and stone benches, you were awestruck. “Not many come here. Perhaps it’s because they can’t appreciate its beauty.” He lingered behind you, watching each of your movements intently.

“I never knew we had such a place.” Your fingers gently caressed the petals of a rose. You leaned in to smell it and it was just as you thought—sweet and untouched by the surrounding death.

Stepping closer, he couldn’t help drinking in every inch of you. “I thought that if anyone would appreciate this place, it was you.”

Heat bit at your cheeks. “Really? It’s stunning, thank you for showing it to me.” 

You turned to him with a warm glow on your appearance. The sun was shining through the windows above, falling perfectly against the man you so deeply admired. His long blonde hair and angelic features were intensified in the sun’s rays. There was an undeniable attraction between you two, one which you were too shy to pursue but one he was eagerly waiting for the right moment to pounce on.

He stepped closer, his hands hesitantly resting on your upper arms. “Tell me how you’ve managed to stay so sweet in a world like this.” His lips ghosted your ear, this warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

A sweet noise passed your lips, while you struggled to maintain your composure. “I’m not sure…” His thumbs rubbed your soft skin, and he hummed in satisfaction at the way you were already reacting to him.

“I want to have a taste.” He gently nibbled on your ear, causing your body to flood with an intense heat. His hands moved to your waist and then your hips, enjoying finally being able to touch you how he wanted.

Your hands gripped at his chest, tugging on his uniform as his tongue lavished your sensitive neck. He moaned at the way you were trembling, fueling him to push further. His hands grabbed your ass tightly and pushed you against him. The slight grinding against your hips was giving you more than you could handle.

“Jugram…” Hearing you say his name in that little gasp sent his control out the window. 

In needy huffs, he ripped open your top. The sight of your breasts being contained by the delicate fabric of your bra was all too inviting. He dove his face between them, licking and biting your sweet tasting flesh. Tugging the cups down, he lapped his tongue around your nipples. Those sounds you were making, the way your arms cradled his head closer, being smothered by your womanly features: you were even better than he imagined.

He pulled you down to the ground with him and tugged your hair to bare your neck to him. The arch in your back along with your exposed breasts made him groan. Running his free hand up and down your body was making you shake and moan even more.

“You’re so perfect like this,” he panted at the mere display of you. 

Roughly, he forced your skirt up to reveal your white panties being drenched in your own arousal. He couldn’t control himself. Every instance with you prior, of you being too sweet and kind for this world, flooded his mind as he took in the sight of you aching for him. Without a second thought, he ripped the pathetic excuse for underwear off of you. He pushed two fingers in and relished in the warmth of your slick pussy enveloping him. Lewd squelching filled the space between you. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from you unraveling on his fingers, of you giving yourself to him completely. Pressing his lips against your clit, his tongue greedily swirled around it while he pumped his fingers into you. The desire to make you cum drove each one of his movements, sending you spiraling into the depths of ecstasy. 

He moaned with so much need as he felt your walls spasming and your body shaking uncontrollably. You called out for him in such a desperate state, wanting to be taken care of in a way that was so new to you. As you came down from your high, you barely registered the sound of him unbuckling his pants. Before you realized, he was on top of you with a frenzied lust playing in his normally cold eyes.

“Forgive me if I lose control…” he murmured before plunging into you. 

You threw your head back and tore at the lush grass beneath you. His movements were ruthless, driven by his insatiable need for you. Watching you unravel under him only encouraged him to delve deeper into you, wanting more and more from you. “So good, so perfect,” he panted in a lovesick tone.

His entire body covered you. Taking fistfuls of grass to steady himself, each thrust was sure to leave a stain on your white clothes. Your wet pussy was coating every inch of him, from his full length to the tops of his thighs. The sweet scent of your tight slit drenching him was making his head spin.

“Such an angel,” he whispered to himself as he drank in the sight of you lost in euphoria. 

He wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly against him. He was reaching the point of no return, and he had no intention of pulling himself away from you. Selfishness was something foreign to him, but he couldn’t resist the temptation of self-indulgence. With a final push, he flooded you with hot loads of cum. Collapsing on top of you, the shared release of pent-up desire had finally reached a fever pitch. Exhausted but satisfied, he brushed your crazed hair out of your face.

“I’ll keep you safe… from everything.” He spoke with honesty, although it was a promise that may not be able to survive.

You leaned up to kiss him, your lips being met with a long awaited passion.

[reiinaissance]

TELL ME THAT I'M ALL YOU WANT, EVEN WHEN I BREAK YOUR HEART ft. diluc ragnvindr (genshin impact) x female! reader

⟢ summary Y/N L/N, a member of the Fatui who preferred keeping a low profile, unexpectedly becomes close to the Darknight Hero who happens to be the rich tycoon, Diluc Ragnvindr, later falling in love with him when she shouldn’t.

⟢ content warnings angst, hurt/no comfort, fatui! reader, spoilers if you haven’t read the genshin webtoon, spoilers for inazuma quest act III - duel before the throne, mentions of fighting, mentions of death.

⟢ word count 1.5k

⟢ notes this was supposed to have a part two, but i honestly don't know how to write it + i wrote this like 3 years ago...

reupload from my old account ☻

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As a member of the Fatui, you are to serve the Tsaritsa and follow the orders of the Fatui Harbingers.

After your superior, La Signora, was killed by the Raiden Shogun in Inazuma, you were stationed back to Mondstadt. Some of your comrades wanted so badly to seek revenge after Signora's death, but you couldn't care less.

She was just your superior that you take orders for. Now that she's gone, she's nothing. You only ever cared about getting the job done and never concerned yourself with your personal feelings.

Now, you have yet to be a subordinate to one of the Harbingers left.

What you hated the most about in Mondstadt is staying at the Goth Grand Hotel. Sure, it was luxurious and you had your own room, but the Fatui agents were annoying, brawling about who owed them money for wine. Every time. It was stupid.

Another brawl happened once again, and this time you have had it — so you left the hotel at midnight.

You had a coat draped over your Fatui uniform when you left, and thankfully most of the people were already asleep, only leaving the Knights of Favonius to guard.

They were about to stop you from leaving till you showed them your Fatui insignia, and that was enough for them to back off.

After wandering around Mondstadt for a bit, you discovered a mysterious man and a few hilichurls lying in defeat beneath him. You quickly walked away when he turned around, but he noticed you before you could escape.

"Hey, stop. Show yourself."

You mentally cursed. You knew better than to escape now. You displayed a calm expression before you turned to face him. He had a mask so you didn't know his identity.

…And you realized you forgot your mask in your hotel room. Shit.

You took a good look at him, and you could almost recognize the red hair, but you weren't sure since the moon was the only source of light at the moment.

"Who are you?" He asked suspiciously. You didn't want to tell him that you were a part of the Fatui — you knew how much people hated the fatui — so you lied.

"…Just a wanderer from Snezhnaya."

Seeing as you weren't much of a threat, he nodded and headed off, not bothering to tell you who he was.

The red hair was familiar, though.

After a few days, you found yourself wandering Mondstadt late at night once again as you couldn't sleep.

You sat on a rock and heaved a sigh. Moments later, you heard someone panting nearby, so you decided to follow the sound cautiously.

Some guy was leaning against a tree, head hanging low as he held onto his arm. You tried to hide to look at the person’s face but to your dismay, you accidentally stepped on a leaf, making a rustling noise.

He raised his head in alarm, then he saw you. "…It's you."

It was Diluc Ragnvindr — you realized at that moment he was the 'Darknight Hero' everyone was talking about. He wore the same outfit from a few days ago, except he didn't have his mask on.

And you forgot to wear your mask once again!

Your eyes widened when you saw his injured arm, which explained why he was holding onto it earlier. "You're hurt… Hold on." Thankfully, your vision could provide healing. You walked up to him, offering to tend to his wounds.

He seemed hesitant for a moment, but he agreed and lent you his arm. After that, he cleared his throat. "Thank you. I suppose I could treat you to a drink at Angel's Share as a token of appreciation," Then he added, "As long as you keep my identity a secret, I don't want anyone finding out what I do during these hours."

As a Fatuus, could you really be involved with him? "...Sure, and of course, I won't tell anyone."

Since that night, you started getting close with Diluc. You did a great job at not being seen by the other Fatui what you've been up to during your spare time.

Always accompanying him during his late night duties, or sometimes when he was the one in-charge at Angel's Share, you'd just sit and talk to him while he was making drinks for customers. You knew it was risky, this whole friendship you're developing with Diluc.

You never knew what history he had with the harbingers, all you knew was that the Fatui declared him to be 'persona non grata' in Snezhnaya, and you haven't even told him you were a member of the Fatui.

The thought of telling him scared you, because it's been so long since you made a new friend.

But being in the Fatui, did you really deserve to have a friend? A friend who despises the organization you're in?

"I like you." Diluc blurted out, and you froze.

After helping him fight off enemies in the city late at night, you were both resting on Starsnatch Cliff and he just blurted his feelings out.

This is wrong.

"I… I know this is a sudden confession, and I apologize but I just couldn't help it."

This is so wrong... because you like him too.

"I like you too, Diluc."

You looked at him, and you were surprised by the look he gave you. He looked aloof most of the time, but the way he looked at you... it was soft. And it was killing you.

Well… As long as you kept your identity a secret, right?

He smiled and kissed your forehead gently, and you both enjoyed each other's silence.

For the first time, you felt incredibly happy when you and Diluc started dating (secretly).

You always hung out with him whenever he was on his shift at angel’s share (and he would steal a few kisses here and there whenever people weren’t looking… which was always successful. he just couldn’t resist you), and sometimes he would even invite you to his manor.

The past few weeks truly felt like a dream.

But you almost forgot dating him had consequences… like Mikhail finding out when he saw you and Diluc holding hands secretly in the city at night.

“What the hell are you even thinking?! That man is hated by our superiors! Does he even know you’re part of the Fatui? Because once he finds out you might get— tch!” Mikhail was angry; Lyudmila shielded you to prevent him from trying to hurt you.

“No. He doesn’t know.”

Mikhail let out a frustrated sigh. “You have to break it off with him.”

‘I can’t…’ you wanted to say, but you can’t.

So you made up your mind to tell your lover.

You had no choice.

You didn’t know the reason why he hates the Fatui so much… but you knew it was something bad enough that when you brought up topic to him, he said he’d rather be crushed to death by a meteorite than join them.

“Diluc, I have something to tell you.” You were at his manor, and he was currently cleaning up his desk.

“What is it?” He looked at you, smiled, and your heart broke at the sight, “Is there something wrong?”

You were silent for a moment, but before he could respond, you said, “…I’m a member of the Fatui.”

Diluc’s face hardened when you finally told him. He let out a breathy laugh as if you were trying to pull out a ridiculous prank on him.

But when he examined your face to see if you were joking, he realized you weren’t, and his heart dropped.

“You’re what?”

“I’m sorry, Diluc, I—“

“I didn’t ask for your apology. Why— Archons—“ He felt betrayed. “So you approached me to what? To spy on me? Is that it?”

“No… no! I didn’t!” On the verge of tears, you tried reaching out to him but he moved away. “I was only stationed here… I-I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I was—“

“You should’ve told me the first time we met, so then I would’ve been smart enough to avoid you.” The look of love he gave you a while ago, turned into hatred. “My father… the Fatui was connected to the reason why he died and I… I can’t believe you—“ he gulped, trying so hard not to cry.

Tears welled up your eyes as you covered your mouth, “I’m sorry…”

Before you could see the tears in his eyes, he turned away and whispered, “Get out.”

“Diluc—“

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

You held in your sobs as you left the manor, and once you were far enough, you cried.

Was there any point in explaining yourself when you already broke his heart?

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[chosaraki]

What would it be like if they took care of Jinrang's little daughter?

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Kang Jichan :

He wasn't exactly the kind of person who liked to take care of children, especially troubled children. But that wasn't just any child. She was Jinrang's daughter, and ignoring or treating her badly was not an option.

From the first day he had to keep an eye on her, he realized that the girl was... peculiar. His expression was always neutral, monotonous, without any trace of emotion. She spoke little, but when she spoke, her words were direct and blunt. That alone didn't bother him. The real problem was that, despite the apathetic expression, it did absurd damage wherever it passed.

He found her in the training area, silently watching some of the members training. Kang Jichan didn't think much about it until, minutes later, he heard a thum. When he turned to look, one of the members was lying on the ground, completely defeated. The girl was next to him, holding an iron bar.

- What the hell was that? - Jichan asked, frowning.

- He said I couldn't knock him down. I was wrong. - Her voice was so indifferent that it looked like she was commenting on the weather.

Jichan massaged his temple. He didn't want to get into trouble with Jinrang, but he also couldn't let the girl do whatever she wanted.

- Listen here, brat. You can't go out knocking out my guys just because you want to.

She blinked, her expression remaining the same.

- It wasn't because I wanted to. It was because he underestimated my strength.

Jichan sighed. This girl was a walking nightmare.

- You have no limits, do you?

- I have. But they are different from yours.

Jichan ran his hand over his face, trying to stay calm. He knew it was no use arguing with her. So, instead, he just took a broom and threw it at her.

- You caused this mess. Now clean.

She took the broom and looked at him, without showing any dissatisfaction or emotion.

- Understood.

Even with all the chaos she caused, Jichan couldn't help but admit that the girl had something he respected: she didn't care about the rules of others, she just followed her own. And somehow, it made him tolerate her... at least a little.

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Hyunjin Jin:

Hyunjin Jin didn't know what was worse: being forced to take care of someone or the fact that this "someone" was Jinrang's daughter. He had heard a few things about the girl—neutral, direct, expressionless and, apparently, a small force of nature when it came to causing havoc.

And now, there she was, sitting in front of him, looking directly at him with those empty and monotonous eyes, without saying a word.

- Okay, little weirdo, let's make something very clear. - Hyunjin leaned over, resting his elbows on his knees. - I'm not a babysitter. I won't give you food, I won't put you to sleep, and I definitely won't clean up any mess you make.

The girl blinked slowly.

- I never asked you to do that.

Hyunjin laughed through his nose. At least she wasn't clingy or whiny. But that didn't mean it would be easy.

1 Hour Later...

The HQ of Area 3 was a mess. Broken objects, marked walls and one of Hyunjin's subordinates was lying on the floor, moaning in pain.

- What the hell happened here?! - He exclaimed, looking at the scene.

The girl was standing in the middle of the disaster, holding a piece of broken wood in her hand, her expression as monotonous as ever.

- He annoyed me.

Hyunjin looked at the subordinate, who was still trying to get up.

- Fuck, man... How do you let a brat break you?

He sighed and turned to the girl.

- Right, little destroyer. I got it. You don't take disrespect home.

She just tilted her head slightly, as if she was waiting for him to continue.

- But let me teach you something... - He smiled, putting his arm around her shoulder as if he were an annoying older brother. - You can't just go out beating whoever you want. You have to do this with a little more... style.

The girl blinked.

- Do you mean torture?

Hyunjin widened his eyes before bursting into laughter.

- Girl, I'm starting to like you.

He messed up her hair, even though she seemed indifferent. In the end, maybe this task wasn't that bad. As long as she didn't destroy the entire HQ... Or at least do it in a fun way.

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Arin Shin :

He stared at the girl sitting in front of him, her expression bored and irritated. He had been forced to take care of her for a while, and honestly, he thought it would be a pain.

- Okay, little home destroyer, let's establish some rules. - He said, crossing his arms. - Don't bother, don't destroy anything important and don't get in my way when I'm busy.

The girl blinked slowly.

- I don't promise anything.

He sighed, rubbing his face.

- Of course not.

30 Minutes Later...

The HQ was a mess. Broken bottles, turned chairs and one of Arin's subordinates was stuck upside down in a chandelier.

Arin massaged her temples.

- Why did you do that?

The girl looked at him, her expression still monotonous.

- They were on the way.

Arin laughed through his nose, in disbelief.

- You're a little walking disaster, huh?

The girl just shrugged.

He stared at her for a moment before laughing and putting an arm around her shoulder.

- Do you want to know? I even like you. As long as you don't mess up my things, I think we can get along.

The girl blinked.

- No promises.

Arin laughed again.

- I was already expecting that.

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Jihoon Min:

Jihoon looked at the girl standing in the middle of the destroyed room, holding a piece of broken chair as if it were the most normal thing in the world. His face was still monotonous, without a shred of guilt for the chaos around him.

He crossed his arms, letting out a long sigh.

- Okay, I'll ask only once. What happened here?

The girl blinked slowly.

- I got distracted.

Jihoon raised an eyebrow.

- With what?

— Testing the resistance of the furniture.

He ran his hand over his face.

- Little fried, you finished with half the room.

- Yes.

The dry answer made him stare at her for a few seconds. Then, he let out a short and debauched laugh.

- Damn, you don't have a shred of regret, do you?

- No.

Jihoon laughed again and messed up her hair.

- I like you, girl. But if you're going to break things, call me next time. I want to see this closely.

The girl blinked.

- Okay.

And then, without warning, he took a baseball bat and hit the wall, cracking it.

Jihoon observed with a lazy smile.

- Okay, now I really need to see how far this goes.

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Park Hyukjin :

Hyukjin was sitting on the couch, drinking tea quietly, when he heard a roar. He sighed before even looking.

- Again?

Jinrang's daughter was standing in the middle of the room, holding what was left of a coffee table broken in half. His face remained inexpressive, as if nothing had happened.

- Did you break something? - He asked, without changing his voice.

- Yes.

Hyukjin looked around, seeing overturned chairs, torn cushions and a hole in the wall.

- Any specific reason?

The girl blinked slowly.

- Impact test.

He took another sip of the tea.

- And the results?

- Weak.

Hyukjin let out a small laugh through his nose and got up, fixing his shirt.

- Right. Let's establish some rules. If you're going to destroy something, let me know first. If it's a test, tell me the goal. And if you can, choose a target that I don't need to replace immediately.

The girl thought for a moment before nodding.

- Okay.

He smiled sideways.

- Great. Now, while people fix this, do you want to learn a little about judo? It can help you be more efficient in your... tests.

The girl stared at him, still neutral expression.

- Okay.

Hyukjin gave her a light pat on the head.

- Good girl. Let's start.

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Jinrang:

Jinrang was on the phone discussing business when he heard a loud thud coming from the corridor. He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath before hanging up.

- What was it this time...?

When leaving the room, he found his daughter standing in the middle of the corridor, holding what was left of a door torn from the hinges. Around her, there was a trail of chaos: broken vases, impact marks on the wall and an unconscious security guard on the floor.

- ... Should I ask? - He raised an eyebrow.

- He didn't want to get out of the way. - The girl replied, her voice monotonous.

Jinrang massaged his temples.

- So you ripped off the door?

- Yes.

He sighed heavily.

- And this poor guy on the floor?

- He fainted by himself.

Jinrang cast a skeptical look.

- Alone, right?

The girl just nodded.

He ran his hand through his hair, thinking about what to do.

- Okay. First thing: if a security guard is on the way, use words before using force.

- I used it. He ignored it.

- Did you use normal words or say something like "go out or you'll be eliminated"?

- Second option.

Jinrang closed his eyes again.

- Okay. Second thing: doors are not enemies. They don't need to be destroyed.

- He was in front of her.

- I can tell.

The two were silent for a moment, until Jinrang slammed his tongue and gestured to the henchmen.

- Fix this.

Then, he looked at his daughter.

- Come with me.

She followed him without question. When they got to the office, he took a chair and pointed at her.

- Sit down.

The girl obeyed, looking at him with the same neutral expression as always.

Jinrang crossed his arms, staring at her.

- You don't have any emotion while causing absurd chaos, right?

- Yes.

He rubbed his face.

- Okay, so I'll establish a new rule. If you're going to destroy something, let me know first. If you're going to knock someone out, think for at least five seconds if it's really necessary.

She blinked slowly.

- Okay.

Jinrang let out a sigh of relief.

- Good. Now, do you want to learn how to tear off doors without breaking the stop so much? You will save on repair.

The girl thought for a moment and nodded.

- Okay.

He laughed, messing up her hair.

- Good girl. Let's go.

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[moonbyulsstuff]

hi could you do a Goo kim, James Lee, Jaegyeon Na and Seongji Yuk x female reader who is the queen of Busan, she is chubby and has immense strength (if possible, could she have the same personality as Mitsuri in Demon Slayer) Scenario please, thanks in advance 😊

The Queen of My Heart.

Female Reader.

Requested.

Masterlist.

Request Rules.

(I don't watch Demon Slayer so I don't really know the dept of Mitsuri personality and only got snippets of what she is like)

Jaegyeon Na:

When he first saw [Name], he thought it was joke that [Name] actually ruled over Busan but once he saw how her subordinates respected and feared her it made sense on how they would bow down to [Name], he'll bow down too.

But he was weak to [Name], too weak. He was a man of composure, and rarely let his emotions get the best of him unless his car gets damaged. But goddamn, when it comes to her. He was weak, Jaegyeon may as well be the women in the relationship.

"Jaegyeon!"

Dear that voice of hers was going to be the death of him, he turned around and looked at her with a smile. "Hey [Name], what are you doing here?" He asked, ruffling her hair.

"I'm here for a eating contest! I want you to come and watch me!"

"Eh?"

Jaegyeon now found himself standing in the busy crowd as [Name] wide smile was evident on her face. He wondered on how [Name] could 100 hotdogs in a row, he knows how much strength she has but eating?

He doesn't know if she can do that.

"Are you ready contestants?!"

"Yaahh!"

"The time will begin in... 3... 2... 1.... START!!"

The competitors immediately gobbled down on the hotdogs they were impressive but Jaegyeon was even more shocked at how fast [Name] was eating those hotdogs.

Like they weren't nothing and just air, Jaegyeon and the crowd watches as [Name] plate of hotdogs slowly lessen one by one. Being much faster than the others.

"How the fuck..."

He muttered and before he knew it, [Name] finished her food with a wide smile.

"I'm done!"

"Wow! Impressive! In only 1 minute and 1 second!"

"Huh?!"

[Name] was handed her reward for winning the competition as the crowd cheered on, Jaegyeon just stood in shock. Watching as [Name] came down from the stage and walked up to him. "Jaegyeon! Did you saw me? I did good, didn't I?!" She cheerfully said, jumping up and down in front of him which made him smile.

He put her hair behind her ear and wiped the remaining sauce off her cheek. "Yeah, I did.. you did good.." He said, leaning down kissing her forehead. She chuckled and held his hand as they started to walk away.

"Where do you wanna go after this?"

"Mhmm... how about some food?"

"You just ate..."

"Well, I'm still hungry.."

"Well, I guess we can. And how about we fight some guys after this?"

"Sure!"

Goo Kim:

Damn.

Was all he could really say right now.

Because damn was the right word for the situation in front of him. I mean, who wouldn't? Goo may have just found his ideal woman.

Cute, chubby and totally kicking ass right now. Goo may have never expected this girl could kick ass and be the Queen of Busan, but hey at this point. He wouldn't mind being defeated by the woman.

"Oh? Who are you?"

She asked after noticing Goo standing there in awe as guys bodies piled around her.

"Your future husband."

"Eh..?"

And that was the start of everything, the start of [Name] and Goo relationship. The day their cute relationship started.

"Babyyy!!"

Goo called out to his lovely girlfriend, running to open her base. [Name] looked up, Goo stood frozen when he saw that she was in the middle of a meaning.

He chuckled and rubbed the back of his head, before closing the door and walking up to her, not caring if they were in a meeting. Goo wrapped his arms around her and kissed her cheek.

"There's my girl, brought you flowers~ [F/F] your favorite~ I even got your favorite sakura mochi."

"Aww! Thank you Goo!"

[Name] said, taking the food and bouquet as she kissed his cheek. Her crew watches as the two became lovey dovey in front of them, their eyes twitched as one covered their mouth from how sick it was.

Sick of how much love the two were pouring out from them.

"Ehem.."

The 2nd in command cough catching their attention, [Name] became flustered once she realized they were still in meeting while Goo pouted, still holding her close.

"Goo.. we know how much you miss [Name] but we are still in a meeting."

Goo scoffed and stuck his tongue out to the guy. "Suck it up your ass, she's my girlfriend." Goo said, annoyed while [Name] chuckled nervously and looked at him.

"It's okay, how about you wait for a bit?"

He sulked on the chair while [Name] continued their meeting. For the entire meeting, he sulked and grumbled underneath his breath, muttering and muttering which caused the others to sweatdropped at his behavior.

The meeting eventually ended and Goo immediately clung to [Name] like a bat, she chuckled and wrapped her arms around him as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent in the process.

"I missed you so muchh..."

Goo looked up as she smiled at him, placing kisses all over his face, after she was done. Goo face was littered with lip marks, his glasses crooked on his nose.

"How about we go on a date..?"

"Of course!"

James Lee:

James have heard rumors, words from people he had beaten whenever he asked about the Queen of Busan.

She was strong, flexible than most, feared by many and respected by the others but she had warmth that was disarming that it left the enemies to second guess whether or not the rumors were true.

And tonight, James Lee was about to meet her- or well, already met her in the ground.

He was greeted by a warm smile on [Name] face, arms behind her back. "So.. you're James Lee? You're pretty handsome in person." [Name] said, tilting her head at him.

He let out a chuckle. "I'm flattered that the Queen of Busan thinks of me that way." James played with the lollipop in his hand,

[Name] let out a chuckle, slowly approaching him. "So, I guess you are here for the same reason?" She asked him.

"Well, I'm not surprised you knew." "It wouldn't, you almost got ever King now.. all that left is me.." "The Queen.." James muttered, crushing the lollipop between his teeth. [Name] smiled, the sweet smile that made everyone let their guard down around her.

But James kept his guard up.

"I wonder... what piece you will take from me... you took a body part from them.. I wonder which one you'll take from me.." [Name] said making James chuckle.

"I wonder too.. it's making me curious.. and excited.."

She then got into stance, still looking at him with a innocent smile. "How about we find out?" James smirked and threw the lollipop stick that he had just been chewing away.

[Name] cracked her knuckles. "Gladly."

"Checkmate."

[Name] eyes widened, she was on her knees. Bruised and battered from fighting James, she could hardly believe it. She thought she could manage it, but James was too calculative to even begin.

No wonder the others were defeated by him, he was fast, flexible and calculative and [Name] underestimated him too much. He towered over her, eyeing her frame kneeling down.

He opened a brand new lollipop and plop it into his mouth. "Guess you lost, like the others." James said leaning down and gently lifted her chin to make her face him, he could see the look of surprised plastered across her face.

"Now.. just like all the others.. what piece should I take from you..?"

[Name] eyes looked up at him, waiting the word. Waiting and waiting, wondering what body piece will be gone from her like the rest.

Was it going to be her eyes like Hudson? Or her fingers like Seongji?

James pondered, bruises on his face and body. She was a clear threat, he needed to take something to keep her from reaching her true potential.

While he pondered, [Name] thoughts began to reel on every possible. Wondering how her routine would be once James take something from her.

"A date..." [Name] eyes widened and looked at him confusingly. "What...?" She let out, James smiled at her. "A date, 10 dates." James said making her even more confused than ever before.

"What do you mean? What are you implying?" "Nothing, just 10 dates and that would be it.." She tilted her head, looking at him if he was joking but he wasn't. He kept the smirk on his face, not wavering one bit. It confused [Name] to no end on why he would suggest a date.

But the more she thought about it, she realized it was better than her body part being taken away from her and having to navigate without it.

"Alright.."

James smirked when he heard [Name] approval, he helped her get up and dusted off the dirt on her clothes. "Well, I'm glad you accepted." He said, [Name] narrowed her eyes at him.

"I thought would take something from me..." James chuckled, shaking his head. "No, I can't do to a woman. I'm too much of a gentlemen to do so." James could see suspicion brewing in her face, looking at any sign of trickery but found none.

"Well then, let's get you cleaned up." He said, putting his hand on the small of her back as they walked away.

[Name] was confused at James suggestion of a date between the two of them, she wondered if he was going insane or something. She was still on her guard if ever James decided to pull the curtain and revealed he was joking.

But it didn't came.

Thoughts of wonder began to fill her head and while her head was filled with doubts and questions, James internally let out a sigh of relief that she agreed to the date.

Because James could not think of a single thing that could keep her from her potential, if he took something from her, she would just adapt on her way.

Until he realized he could date her, prevent her from reaching her potential like he did to the others. She was a threat like them, and if he kept her close to him, James can control her and prevent from defeating him.

Making her fall in love with me, taking her heart is the piece that he would take to prevent her from reaching her full potential.

Seongji Yuk:

Seongji didn't get jealous, of course he wouldn't.

He rarely gets jealous, I mean, why would he? Nobody gave a reason to be jealous.

But now? He was seething with jealousy.

Why you asked? Well, because his dear girlfriend, [Name], was coddling the brats that kept following him. Those kids that said that they were going to follow his step.

The kids that believed in his words about the Shaman.

He was glad someone believed him, well, a group of people did.

But he found it annoying at times they would come up here but it was nice to have company at times whenever his girlfriend couldn't visit, well because she was the Queen of Busan, she had her own group there too.

And now?

She was coddling those kids, specifically Vin JIn. After finding out from Mary what the village was doing to him.

He was supposed to be one she should be coddling like always.

"Here! Have some cream puff from the bakery that I bought from!"

[Name] said shoving the pastry into Vin Jin mouth who coughed and tried to get away, the others laughed at the situation Vin Jin was in. While Seongji watches with narrowed eyes.

Jaewoo was the first one to notice Seongji sour mood though he always had the same face on like always but he could sense his teacher mood, he then stood up wanting the couple to have some time.

"We-Well! We should get going! School is about to start!" "Huh? What the hell Jaewoo? I thought we were skipp-" "Let's go guys!" He dragged the rest of the guys while Mary followed behind, noticing why Jaewoo did so.

And it was just him and his girlfriend [Name], she looked at him and smiled. "Are you jealous?" She asked, Seongji could only grumbled before walking to her and kneeling down and placed his head on her lap.

[Name] giggled, running her hand through his hair. "Don't worry, you're still my favorite boy!" She said, smiling brightly at him. Seongji could feel his cheeks getting hot but looked away.

"Yeah... not like I care about it.."

[Name] just giggled at his words, the two sat there silence. Letting the comfortable silence sit there until Seongji asked.

"When are you gonna go back to Busan?" He asked, looking up at him. "Well.. maybe in five days or so.." She said, kissing his forehead.

"Do you want me to stay more days here?"

Seongji looked down, though the offer was tempting. He knew he can't keep [Name] here, she also has a life in Busan too and knows that she still has a crew with a association to run unlike him.

"No.. I can't hold you up here any longer... you've already stayed here for more than two weeks now.."

[Name] giggled and nodded. "You're right.. I still need to tend to my crew first... they're probably going nuts right now..." She said, he just grumbled and buried his face against her stomach.

...

"A meeting between the Kings and Queen will take place tomorrow..." [Name] broke the silence once more, he shook his head. "I'm not going... I don't even knw why they made me the King of Cheonliang.." He muttered, she giggled and nodded.

"Well, I know why.." Seongji just hummed, enjoying her presence before he looked up and stared through the bushes. "You know we can see you guys.." He said as the bushes moved and hushed tones came about.

"U-UH! NO ONE IS HERE!" "Shut up idiot!" Seongji sighed and rolled his eyes while [Name] giggled, continuing to run her hand through his hair. "You have a energetic crew Seongji..." She said while he rolled his eyes. "Yeah... really energetic.."

[alexa-yukiyu]

Unfit Babysitter ft Sukuna

A/N First one to go! I can’t remember if I came up with these or if they were dreams but here they are, I think I have three or four ideas already written down, just have to fledge them completely

Reader here is replaced by Dokucha which stands for reader in japanese for the enjoyment of both reader and oc character readers

Sukuna looked bored at the child running before them, playing around with a wolf-like curse. The two ran in circles, the child trying to catch the curse, giggling escaping them as they did.

“Sukuna-sama,” Uraume called, catching the man’s attention, his eyes glancing at his subordinate letting out a hum in response.

“The village downwind has sent a group of sorcerers to our location; provided they don’t die on the way, they should arrive within the next hour.”

“Are they any good?”

“Their techniques were quite unique. However, they lack the talent to master such abilities.”

His disappointment was soon cut off as he dismissively turned his sight back on the child only to let out an annoyed grunt at the lack of said child in front of them.

“Should I retrieve them?” Uraume questioned, watching as the sorcerer stood up and made his way into the forest past the clearing.

“No, I will be getting the brat myself this time

“He was right; these maggots have not the first idea how to use their techniques in an effective way; it would have been fun to play with one that knew what they were doing,” he tsked, dropping the severed head of the sorcerer

“And you,” he growled, turning around to face the curse that stood next to Dokucha, dread filling their animal features as the sorcerer slowly made their way closer to them, a taunting smile on his face as he did

“I should have known better than to have allowed a measly cursed to live,” he drawled as he drew closer,

“Here I thought even a pest like you could be useful, but you aren’t even capable of keeping tabs on a brat,” he spoke, the malicious grin on his face growing at the fear growing on the animal as he raised one of his hands to strike them down stopping his attack as Dokucha stood in front of the wolf protectively

“Go away, Kuna!”

“Ha?! I saved your ass, and you dare say that to me?! Move,” he snarled.

“No! Mr. Snuggles protected me!”

“Who the fuck is Mr. Snuggles?!”

“Mr.Snuggles!” Dokucha exclaimed in glee as she gestured to the wolf curse, who nervously shook his head. Sukuna’s attention shifted to him being anything less than thankful for the ‘praises’ of the child.

“He’s the best! Much better than you, Kuna!” They gloated, placing their hands on their hips in a proud stance. The wolf looked their way, silently begging the child to cease their words, comedic tears sliding down its snout as their situation worsened with each second.

“Is that so?” Sukuna growled, sending a scathing glare to the curse.

“Mmhm, just like me! You’re no match for me, Ku! Give up, and I will show you mercy!” they called with an exaggerated laugh, escaping them, only to pause and let out a small squeal as the sorcerer easily reached them and took hold of them.

“HA! A weakling like you is nothing more than an insect compared to me! What do you take me for?!” He Cackled as he looked at the child now dangling from one of his arms by their feet.

“Y-you’re, You’re, a-a-a”

“Can’t even speak properly, and you speak about defeating me?!”

“You’re so mean, Kuna!” They snap a frown on their face

What do you think? This one is kinda meh