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Protector: A Deal

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Pairings: LAMP, DLAMP, DLAMPR

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Talking, training, and a visit to the Aspen Witch.

Bonnie arrives the next morning to see Virgil sitting on his front steps, adjusting the straps on one of his gauntlets. She smiles and waves upon seeing him, holding out something that looks suspiciously like a bag of coin. He raises an eyebrow as she gets closer.

"I walked past the apothecary and she said I should spare you the trip," she says by way of explanation.

Virgil takes it, inclining his head in thanks as he stands up. "Have you eaten yet this morning?"

"Yes, I have, thank you." She follows him inside. "What are we doing today?"

"Well, I figured we could go over the basic guidelines for how to interact with magic users and you could practice them. Tomorrow, we will go over simple charms and enchantments. The third day, we prepare to see the Aspen Witch."

"Are you going to tell me why we're going?" He only smiles. "Will you answer any of my questions if I have them?"

"Some of them I will answer, yes."

"I have a feeling I'm going to want to throw something at your head quite often," she mutters and he chuckles, indicating the seat she took yesterday.

"Has anyone ever told you how to interact with the fair folk?"

"Not to give them your name."

"Is that it?" Bonnie shrugs. "Alright. Well, I'm going to give you a bit more than that."

"I thought you were teaching me about magic users?"

"In my experience, it's better to err on the side of caution when it comes to them. I treat them like they're fair folk—or what most people would consider like fair folk—and then I'm much less likely to end up on the wrong side of them." He folds his hands in front of himself. "My rules for myself tend to be this: first, if you discover someone to be a magic user, find the quickest and politest way to exit that conversation and get away from them."

"What? Why?"

"Because it gives you fewer chances to fuck things up."

She blinks. "Isn't that…rude?"

"If you do it right, by design, no. You'll have an easier time than most because you'll be in an inn, where you can say you've got another customer or something to see to. Second: if you're going to deal with a magic user, be it asking something of them or if they're asking something of you, name your price beforehand."

Bonnie gets a guilty look on her face and Virgil sighs.

"That's not what you did with the Aspen Witch, was it?"

"…no, I did, but I, um…I may have offered…too much."

Not your contract, not your problem, you know the Aspen Witch, don't ask, Virgil tells himself sternly as he shifts. "Well, now you know."

"Now I know."

"And third: if you ever find that you've pissed off a magic user, don't."

Bonnie snorts. "Okay, that's fair. I, uh, might have done that already?"

"The twins? If they wanted to take their anger out on you, they would've done so by now." He sits up. "Unless there's another set of magic users I need to be worried about?"

"No, I was thinking of those." She gives herself a shake. "Is that it? Seems pretty simple."

"That's because it is. The hard part is actually acting on those rules. Which is why I brought up the fair folk comparison: I'm going to teach you how to talk."

Bonnie raises an eyebrow and gestures back and forth between them as if to say what do you think we're doing right now?

"I mean talking to a magic user. You don't want to give away any extra information, you don't want to imply that they owe you a favor or that you owe them a favor, and you do not want to be rude."

"Is asking too many questions rude?"

He huffs a laugh at her expression. "I don't consider it rude, no, but again: err on the side of caution, remember?"

"Yes, I understand. Are we going to practice talking?"

"That's exactly what we're going to do. My proposition is this: we talk, we have a conversation, except we're going to pretend that I'm a magic user. I'll stop the conversation when you've put yourself in a dangerous position. How does that sound?"

"If I'll be dead or something?"

"Or if you've given them free rein to demand something of you, or to cause harm to you or those you care about."

"Okay. Are we—are we starting now?"

"Yes, we're starting now." He stands, going toward the cabinet. "Would you like some tea?"

"Yes, thank you."

"Stop."

Bonnie blinks in confusion. "Huh?"

"You said 'thank you.'"

"Yeah, 'cause it's polite, why did you stop?"

"Saying 'thank you' indicates they've done something for you. It would be in their power to demand something of you in return."

"Then what do I say instead?"

"That yes, you would like it, or that you appreciate it."

"Okay. Um, do we start again?"

"Yes. Would you like some tea?"

"Yes, I would like some tea."

"Alright." Virgil sets about making a cup of tea. "What about something to eat?"

"I appreciate the offer of food," Bonnie says, a bit slower now that she's choosing her words carefully, "but I have already eaten this morning."

"Very well." Virgil glances out of the window. "The weather is nice today, isn't it?"

"Yes. I like the sun."

"Oh?"

"It's my favorite weather."

The water finishes boiling a few moments later and he pours the tea, sliding it across the table. Bonnie nods, and he can see her stop herself from saying thank you, before she raises the cup to her lips and takes a drink. "Stop."

"What? But I didn't say anything?"

"You just drank something that I gave you without knowing what it is."

"It's tea!"

"I said it was tea, but you have no way of knowing if that's what it actually is."

Bonnie's brow furrows in frustration. "Start again."

"Alright, we've started."

"I've not had this tea before," she says, still aiming for polite but he can hear the undertone of stress. "What's in it?"

"It's tea."

"But what's in it?" He raises an eyebrow and she quickly continues. "I'm good friends with someone who makes teas."

"What friend would this be?"

"She works with me."

"And where do you work, that you would need someone to know about teas?"

"At a place that serves tea."

"Speaking of tea, you've not touched yours," he says, nodding to the still-steaming mug, "are you going to let it go to waste?"

She looks down at the mug. Her jaw sets. Virgil sees it work back and forth for a moment before he takes pity on her and calls for a stop. She puts the mug down slightly too hard and the tea sloshes dangerously close to the rim. She clenches her fists in the fabric of her skirts so tightly that he worries for a moment she's going to tear a hole in them. "I can't even get past two sentences!"

"It takes time," Virgil says quietly, "it's okay, Bonnie."

"No, it's not."

"It is," he insists, coming closer and nudging the mug towards her. "Here, drink."

"Would you tell me what's in it?"

"It is just tea, with jasmine flower and moon leaves." When she still glares at it warily, he takes another cup and pours some of it into it, taking a sip. "See?"

"I would like to know about the cup you've served to me," she spits.

"We've stopped, Bonnie," he says softly, crouching down to make himself smaller, "it's just tea, I give you my word. It's the same tea and cup I gave you yesterday. Although—that might have been the one I was drinking out of."

It takes another few moments before Bonnie reluctantly takes the cup and drinks, holding it in her lap and resolutely avoiding his gaze. "It's good."

"I'm glad you think so."

The wind blows through the open window, smelling sweetly of the garden outside.

"I should have asked how best you learn," Virgil says, still quiet after a while, "and I should not have been so harsh."

"No, it's what I asked you for," Bonnie says, "I just…wasn't expecting it. I'm sorry."

He frowns. "What are you sorry for?"

"I asked you to do something, you're doing it for no charge, and now I'm throwing a tantrum for it."

He huffs, standing—and not wincing at the strain in his knees, thank you—and pulling the other chair closer. "You're hardly throwing a tantrum, you're upset and you're expressing that. You don't need to apologize for it."

Bonnie gives a noncommittal hum as she keeps drinking. Her hands are still a little too tightly clenched around the mug for his liking, though, and he shifts to make sure his body language is as non-threatening as possible.

"Are you more frustrated," he asks as gently as he can, "or more scared?"

"Both," Bonnie mumbles, tilting the mostly-empty cup back and forth. "I can't even get past a cup of tea, and I'm supposed to protect the inn?"

"You're not."

"What?"

"You're not supposed to protect the inn," Virgil corrects, still taking great pains to be gentle, "you've come here to learn something, yes, but it's not your responsibility to keep the inn safe from magic users. There are other people there—the owner, for one—that will do that. And if you really need to deal with magic users, there are people like me."

She looks at him, finally, and almost immediately part of him wishes she hadn't when he sees tears brimming in her eyes. He gets up and fetches a soft cloth and hands it to her, watching as she dries them.

"I'm sorry I've scared you, Bonnie."

She shakes her head, swallowing heavily. "Part of the reason this is so hard is because I know it's you I'm talking to."

"How so?"

"You're not going to take advantage of any of the information I might give out accidentally, you're not going to hold any favors over my head."

"You've known me for what, a day at most?"

"And in those days, you've agreed to do something without charge, you've helped me with magic users when you didn't have to, and now you're comforting me when I'm upset," she shoots back, "do you really think you work in an inn as long as I have and don't develop the ability to read someone right away?"

He chuckles. "I suppose you're right."

"Can I finish my tea before we start again?"

"Of course."

They sit there in the quiet for another while before Bonnie takes a deep breath and sets the cup back on the table. "I appreciated the tea. It was very good."

"I'm pleased to hear it. Would you like some more?"

"Yes, that would be lovely."

Virgil gets up and goes to prepare the tea, making enough for both of them this time. He sets it on the table and slides her mug over to her. "There."

"I appreciate it. Would you tell me what type of tea it is?"

"Why?"

Bonnie doesn't say anything, waiting patiently for an answer, and he smiles as he lifts his own mug. "Jasmine flower and moon leaves."

"I see." She picks it up and copies him. "It's very good."

"Glad to hear it."

***

Bonnie walks in the next day as he's got his sleeves rolled up and several things spread across the table. He turns and beckons her closer. She approaches slightly warily but ends up at his elbow.

"What is all of this?"

"This," he says, "is the very basics of spell components and recognizing pre-existing enchantments. I'm going to show you how to make simple wards and shields and how to recognize scrying spells and low-level enchantments."

"How is this not being a magic user if we're doing magic?"

"Mixing things together until they do what you want them to do isn't magic."

Bonnie snorts. "You should tell that to the baker in our kitchens."

"Actually being a magic user involves…" He sighs. "It involves something that's explained in that book over there that I don't remember off the top of my head."

She reaches for the book, looking up at him in silent question.

"Go on, sure. It's going to take me a few more minutes to get this ready anyways."

Bonnie buries her nose promptly in the book as Virgil sets about separating the various herbs and powders into neat piles. He takes his pestle and mortar and sets it on one corner next to several squares of cloth. Reaching over the sink to a small box, he retrieves the moonsleek scales and the vials and puts them carefully next to one of the larger books.

"This says there's more than one type of magic user, though," Bonnie says as he starts to twist the twine together.

"Hm?"

"Like—there are witches," she says, reading from the book, "but there's also warlocks, sorcerers…what are the differences?"

He shrugs. "In my experience, it's been enough to know if someone is a magic user. I've never bothered to figure out exactly what kind."

"So the Aspen Witch is—well, she's a witch. The twins—are they all witches as well?"

"They're part of a coven, aren't they?"

"I suppose…"

"Leave your pondering aside for a moment," he says, nodding to her sleeves, "and come over."

"Coming."

"Alright," he says, "would it be helpful to you to know what everything is before we begin, or would you like to learn as we go?"

"Will you tell me what we're doing and then what we're using?"

"Sure. I'm going to show you how to make a basic ward bag. To do that, we need the cloth—" he points— "havershingle powder, elderberry, sage, and ostulum."

"I know what some of those words meant."

He chuckles. "Do you want to watch and copy me, or do it yourself while I watch?"

"Can I try?"

"Sure. None of these ingredients are particularly volatile, so there's no risk of anything happening if we mess up."

"…I don't think I like the sound of that."

"Don't worry," he says as he hands her a pair of gloves, "I'm not teaching you any of those. Now, take one of the cloth squares and put it in front of you."

She takes it and lays it flat on the table, smoothing out the wrinkles. "Okay, what next?"

"See the bottle of green powder near the book?" She picks it up. "Right. Add about as much as your thumbnail."

Bonnie furrows her brow in concentration as she carefully pours the powder into the center of the cloth. She stops a few times, holding up her thumb to compare it to. "Are your—is this enough?"

"Yeah, that's good. Then you want to take the elderberry—yeah, that's it—and crush it into a paste."

"Using this?" She reaches for the pestle and mortar. "Like this?"

"Yeah, that's it. Don't grind around the edges so much, try and pound it—yeah, there you go. Then just add it on top."

"Do you have to clean this each time?" she asks, struggling a little to get all the paste out.

"You should, yeah. Mixing the ingredients isn't great, but since everything's going in the same place it's not the end of the world. Now the sage—yep, add just a bit more—there you go."

"And you said the ostulum?" She picks up a small pouch of bright red powder. "How much of this?"

"A pinch."

"Okay, that much?"

"Yeah, that's perfect. Now see if you can wrap the square around it without letting any of it fall out—wow."

"It's like folding the pastry," she says, making one of the neatest ward bags Virgil's ever seen, "easier, actually, because it's not sticking to my hands. Do we tie it off with the twine?"

"Yes, here, let me—oh, no, you've got it." He puts his hands on his hips. "You're going to be good at this part, aren't you?"

Bonnie laughs. "I'd like to think all my years in a kitchen are good for something."

"Well, I was going to suggest you make a few more just to get the hang of it, but why don't we move on to the other thing first and then we can make a bunch of them for you to take with you?"

"Are you sure you're not letting me pay for any of this?"

"I'm not letting you take all of them, I need some too." Virgil steps up beside her and reaches for the box of moonsleek scales. "The other stuff you'll be able to get at most apothecaries, but these might be harder to find. Is there a river near your village?"

"Not too far away, yes."

"Do you know if there are moonsleeks there?"

"Not in the river, but there's a pond they like to swim in. Are those their scales?"

"Yes. Here, go on," he says, holding the box out as she runs her fingers through the scales, "feels cool, right?"

"Really cool. Do I need this many?"

"Oh, god, no. You'll just need about a pouchful. Take a few of them—one more, maybe," he says as she picks up a few— "and go ahead and grind them up."

"Can I wash the pestle and mortar first?"

"Sure."

"How did you learn how to do all of this?" Bonnie asks as she goes over to the sink. "It seems like a lot to learn by yourself, did someone teach you too?"

When Virgil's quiet for a long moment, she glances over her shoulder.

"Was that rude?"

"No," he says, slightly quieter, "it was a perfectly reasonable question."

"But not one you're going to answer?" He shakes his head. "Alright, fair enough. This is clean now."

"Great. Go ahead and start to grind up the scales." He comes to stand over her shoulder as she starts to pound the scales into a fine black-grey dust. "Once that's pretty fine, you want to add the rest."

"How do you remember in which order they go," she asks as he walks her through adding seeds and other ingredients, "is there a trick to it?"

"Generally when you're working with pestle and mortar spells, you want to start with the hardest ingredients and work to the softest. You can't overgrind something like a moonsleek scale but you can definitely ruin a pascor seed."

They keep working until the mixture is almost a paste, Bonnie's breathing turning slightly labored at the end.

"Now all you need to do is put it into a pot to be cooked down."

"This is literally cooking," she says as she starts to scrape it into the bowl, "we're just reducing this down now."

"I've never claimed to be good in the kitchen, but I can make a decent shield ward."

"You should try it sometime."

"Perhaps," he says, watching as the mixture heats up, "while that's going, let me show you how to recognize some basic enchantments."

He keeps one eye on the pot as they start to go over scrying spells, warding charms, and disguises. Bonnie asks questions about duration, strength, and how they interact with the basic things he's taught her to make. The faint smell of iron and spice starts to waft through the room as the day goes on, the sun moving the shadows slowly around the room. As they near the end of his explanation of scrying spells and how to recognize them, he sees Bonnie grow quiet, reading from the book. After another moment, she turns and stares at her cloak hanging by the door.

"I think there's a scrying spell on my cloak," she whispers. Virgil hums and she looks up at him. "Did you know?"

"I suspected."

"Were you going to tell me?"

"If you hadn't realized it on your own, yes, I would've told you right after we finished this section." He closes the book. "But I had a feeling you would notice yourself."

She looks at the cloak again, watching it sway lightly back and forth in the breeze from the window. "How do we take it off?"

"Are you sure that's what you want to do? It would alert the magic user."

"I don't want to be spied on," she says firmly, "and you're the one who's let it stay here for this long."

He concedes her point with a nod. "This isn't something basic, and I don't want you trying this on your own, do you understand?"

Her face tightens a little but she nods. "I understand."

"Take your cloak and go into the yard, then."

He gathers the requisite supplies and a dagger, tucking a charm into his pocket before heading out the door. Bonnie stands a few paces from the edge of the garden, holding the cloak. He comes up next to her and goes to take it.

"Wait." He pauses. Her mouth twists back and forth. "What if the magic user decides to come see why the spell was broken?"

"Then they come."

"…what if it's the twins?"

"Then we deal with it." At the fear that flickers over her features, he softens. "I don't think it's the twins, Bonnie."

"Who is it, then, the Aspen Witch?"

"No, not her either."

She stares at him for a moment longer before seemingly accepting that he wouldn't be offering to do this if he really thought she was in any danger, and so nods, holding out the cloak. "Do it, then."

"Take a step back."

He takes the cloak and lights the wick in the bottle he's holding. A bright purple flame flickers to life and he holds it near the folds of the cloak. With a massive puff and spark, something intangible fizzles away and he quickly blows out the flame, calling Bonnie close to him as he hands her back the cloak.

Not a moment later, the air ripples and Patton steps out of nothingness. Bonnie lets out a quiet noise of surprise but otherwise does nothing except move a little closer to him.

"Virgil," Patton says, "well, I was going to tell you that something might be happening to Bonnie, but…"

Neither he nor Bonnie say anything, and Patton just smiles.

"Seems I didn't have to."

"You put a scrying spell on my cloak," Bonnie says quietly, her voice polite yet demanding an answer.

"Yes, I did. I, well, Virgil asked us to keep an eye on you."

He sees Bonnie glance at him out of the corner of his eyes. "That didn't mean to put a spell on her. What if the coven spotted it?"

Patton's about to answer when Bonnie suddenly grips his sleeve. He turns instinctively towards her, keeping his eyes on Patton. "There are more of them. They're in the trees."

Ah, of course. Why would just one of you show up when all of you could? He sighs, tucking Bonnie a little more behind him, before he raises his voice. "I know you're there, come out!"

"I told you," he hears Remus say immediately, followed by an ow from Roman, probably. He just shakes his head as the rest of them emerge from the tree line, walking towards them. Bonnie takes another step closer, still holding onto his sleeve and he ducks his head.

"Don't worry," he murmurs, just loud enough for her to hear, "no harm will come to you while I'm here."

She nods sharply but doesn't move away. He can't say he blames her.

"Virgil," Logan nods, "Bonnie."

"Virgil," Roman says, spreading his arms and coming closer as if to hug him, "it's good to see you."

Virgil doesn't back away, but he makes himself look larger and moves his arm to shield Bonnie. Roman sees it, stopping and pouting but Virgil just stares at him.

"You must forgive them," Logan sighs, shaking his head, "they've been in a mood all week."

"Yeah, 'cause someone—hey!" Remus rubs the back of his head where Logan slaps him. "That hurt!"

"You'll live."

"You're an awfully long way from home," Janus says, addressing Bonnie, "what could you be doing all the way out here?"

He can feel the way Bonnie tenses behind him, but her voice comes out evenly. "I've come to seek a favor from Virgil."

"And what favor would that be?" She remains silent and Janus quirks an eyebrow. "Come now, surely that's not an unreasonable question to ask?"

"No, it's a perfectly reasonable question."

Virgil feels a smug rush of pride and he knows Janus can see it on his face. Even Logan chuckles as he rolls his eyes and folds his arms. "You're both no fun."

"Are you okay?" Remus asks next. "Have those two been giving you any more trouble?"

"No."

"What about the rest of the coven?"

"No."

"That's good to hear."

They lapse into silence again. Bonnie's slightly less tense but she makes no move to step out from where Virgil has her, and Virgil doesn't drop his arm. After another moment, he can see something akin to hurt flicker over Roman's expression.

"Virgil," he says, "you know—you know we're not going to do anything, right?"

"I do."

"So then why are you—" and he indicates their position— "like that?"

"It's not for him," Remus says quietly, "it's for her."

"The five of us are a lot for Virgil," he hears Patton agree, "and he's Virgil. What do you think it's like for Bonnie?"

"We all did just appear out of nowhere," Logan adds and Roman nods, but he doesn't look pleased about it. "We mean you no harm, Bonnie, truly. Any friend of Virgil's is a friend of ours."

"And we're sorry for how we acted in your village," Remus says quickly, "for putting you in danger."

Huh. So they do have manners after all.

Behind him, Bonnie clears her throat. "I appreciate your apologies, and I have a way you can make it up to me."

Virgil doesn't tense, but he moves the hand behind him slightly closer to her. What the fuck are you doing?

"And this would be?"

"Will you tell me what sorts of magic users you are?"

"Bonnie," Virgil says lowly.

"You said not to ask ones that I didn't know, but you know them," Bonnie says back, and she has a point, but Virgil doesn't have to like it.

"I'm a wizard," Logan says, because again, he's the reasonable one, apparently, "or witch, if you'd prefer."

"I'm a druid," says Patton, and he makes some movement with his fingers and a glowing flower appears.

"Artificer," Remus says, "that means I'm like a magic blacksmith."

"I'm a sorcerer," Roman says, "Janus is a warlock with a fair folk patron."

"Patron?"

"That's who gives him his magic," Logan says before Janus can speak for himself, "they have a pact between them."

"Like a magic sugar baby."

Virgil can't help it, he snorts. Bonnie does too. Janus simply smiles and smacks Remus upside the head. "Ignore him."

"What? It's true!"

"Are they always like this?"

"Pretty much."

"You two looked to be in the middle of something, though," Patton says over the rest of them starting to bicker about whether Janus is a magic sugar baby or not, "we'll leave you to it. And we won't put any more scrying spells on you, Bonnie, you have our word."

Bonnie nods and Patton starts sheparding the rest of them away. Roman glances over his shoulder and winks at Virgil as they vanish and he's thankful that Bonnie is still behind him so she can't see his face. As soon as he's gotten his blush under control, he turns and looks at her.

"I know, I know, that was risky," she says immediately, holding her hands up, "but I got my answers and you were right, okay?"

"You did well. They're…a lot, I know. I'm sorry if they scared you."

"I trust you, I knew you wouldn't let them hurt me."

He scoffs. "I think you have the wrong idea of just how much I can do to stop a magic user that really wants something."

"But they like you."

"I—well—they—I don't—" He shakes his head. "Still."

"Are we going to run into them again when we go see the Aspen Witch?"

"It's likely," Virgil says as they start walking back toward the house, "they…show up a lot."

"Because they like you?"

"Bonnie," he says, but it's not enough to deter her this time.

"And why did the sorcerer wink at you when he was leaving?"

"How about we stop talking for a little bit?"

***

As it turns out, they only run into two of them: Janus on the crossing of Skarind Bridge, which honestly, he isn't too upset about. Crossing the bridge himself is one thing, but with Bonnie…no, it's actually a good thing that Janus showed up. And then Remus, in the pond, where he offers to take Bonnie swimming and Virgil has to remind her that they only have so many dry clothes.

"But I could dry them for you!"

"I have a feeling that's beside the point."

"He's not letting you have any fun, is he?"

He does have to gently remind Bonnie that she doesn't have to know absolutely everything just yet, especially when she gets frustrated that she can't do something it took him years to master. She grumbles something about you try having someone be competent right next to you but lets him do all the really difficult things to keep them moving at a decent pace through the forest.

Every so often, out of the corner of his eye, he sees her get this look on her face like she's about to ask him something. A few times she opens her mouth, but then she asks about a piece of wildlife or something about their equipment and he can tell that's not what she really wanted to ask. Still, he answers her questions and they keep moving. It isn't until they're making camp for what should be the last night before they reach the Aspen Witch and he sees the look on her face again that he broaches the subject.

"I'm not a magic user, Bonnie," he says softly as they sit near the flickering campfire, "you can ask me what you want to."

Her expression flickers slightly before it falls completely and he finds himself shifting closer on instinct. "Why are you doing this?"

"Doing what?"

"This," she says, gesturing around, "taking me on this trip, showing me how to mix and make stuff, all of this. I'm not paying for any of it, and you're—you're being kind. In a way you don't have to be."

She fiddles with the locket around her neck.

"A-and with the magic users. You protected me from them, even though they're your—even though you know them and they know you and you were pretty sure they weren't going to hurt me. But you could tell I was scared and so you protected me—even though it made them upset at you."

"Bonnie," he says softly, interrupting her before she can work herself up anymore, "hey, look at me."

She does, her fingers still twisted into the locket's chain.

"You asked for my help, I'm giving it to you. There's nothing that bugs me more than a job done wrong, so I'm trying to do it right. And that means that yeah, it's a lot, but I'm happy to do it." He hesitates for a moment, then holds out his hand. She takes it. "I haven't had someone I could…help like this for a long time now."

The campfire crackles quietly as the forest hums with its nightlife. They sit there, in the quiet, as the smoke drifts up and into the trees. Far away, they hear the rustle of the wind as it blows through the leaves.

"I think I'm still scared," Bonnie confesses in a near whisper.

"That's okay," he murmurs back, "I'll protect you."

They spend the rest of the night talking quietly about not much at all until Bonnie falls asleep, her head pillowed near Virgil's leg. He wakes before she does the next morning, beginning the quiet packing-up of their campsite until it's time to gently shake her awake.

"Come on," he calls as she grumbles and looks up at him, "we're almost there."

He might be imagining the eagerness with which she scrambles up and makes ready to follow him, but he's not so sure he is.

Finally, they break into the clearing where the Aspen Witch lives. Over his shoulder, he hears Bonnie shuffle and glances back to see her fixing her hair and cloak. He chuckles to himself and walks to the door, pausing when he feels her touch his shoulder.

"Is there anything I should, you know, say or do?"

"I trust you."

And before she has time to ask him what the fuck that means, he's knocked on the door.

"It's Virgil and Bonnie, we've come to trade."

He can hear the surprise in the Aspen Witch's voice. "Come in."

He pushes open the door and steps through. Bonnie comes through a moment later. The Aspen Witch looks up from her table, smiling when she sees him. Then her eyes flicker to Bonnie and linger for a long moment before she reaches down for something.

"You said you have come to trade."

"I have come to trade," Virgil confirms, taking out the jar of peat dragon scales. "I have come to trade a jar of peat dragon scales for a snapdragon calyx."

The Aspen Witch peers at the jar he holds out. "It will take me some time to prepare the calyx."

"I can wait."

"I will trade you the jar of peat dragon scales for a snapdragon calyx."

He nods and sets it down. "If you are in the middle of something, I will not ask that you interrupt it. I will wait."

The Aspen Witch nods as he steps back, but her eyes keep flickering to Bonnie, who hasn't said a word yet. "You are wearing the locket."

Bonnie's hand goes to touch it. "Yes," she says, clearing her throat when her voice comes out thin, "yes, I am wearing it. I am…grateful for it."

"I am pleased to hear it." The Aspen Witch looks down and continues to…do whatever she's doing, but the tops of her cheeks are pink. "I am…pleased to see you, as well."

"Really? I—I mean, I'm pleased to see you too."

"And yet you stand so far away. You can come closer," she continues when Bonnie doesn't move, "I…it would not upset me."

Bonnie steps closer, hesitant, and when the Aspen Witch doesn't react, she comes closer still, peering down at the table. "I, um, I would like to know what you're doing."

"I am preparing a veridi-vorn hide to be used."

"What's—I, um, I'm curious about that."

"You're much more cautious than you were the last time you were here," she says with some humor, "though I suspect I know why."

"I have asked to know more about how to properly interact with magic users," Bonnie admits, "and so, I'm…yeah."

"I found it refreshing."

"My lack of caution?"

"Yes," she says, taking a thin blade and beginning to score the hide, "I have rarely been spoken to with such freedom."

"Well, all you had to do was ask," Bonnie says, clearly before she can think about it. But the Aspen Witch seems as surprised as she does, head jerking up, and she doesn't take it back.

"Would you," she says, "if I asked?"

"What, speak to you like I did before?"

"Yes."

Bonnie huffs. "I don't think there's much…well, I shouldn't say that."

The Aspen Witch's expression fades slightly but it's covered well enough. "The hide of a veridi-vorn is a useful component in spells that require particular types of rare plants. It can help them work well if they aren't in precisely the right condition."

"It's very pretty."

She tilts her head. "Yes, I suppose it is."

"You sound unsure, do you not think it's pretty?"

"I suppose I've never thought about it."

"That surprises me."

The Aspen Witch looks up, laying aside the blade in favor of wrapping the hide in a thin red string. "I am curious as to why it surprises you."

"I don't know, I guess I always think about it. Whether or not I think something is pretty."

She hums, glancing around. "I…suppose I'm now curious what else in here you think is pretty."

"Oh, let me look…" Bonnie leans forward, peering around the room. "That stone on top of the shelf, that's pretty. The plant in the corner, the flowers…that bottle, or whatever's in it…"

The Aspen Witch, who had turned to follow Bonnie's description, turns back and doesn't quite startle to see Bonnie looking at her, but the sure movement of her hands falters for just a moment. Bonnie smiles.

"…you."

"Me?"

"Yes," Bonnie says quietly, "you're very pretty."

The Aspen Witch blinks several times and the tips of her hair glows slightly. Bonnie's eyes widen and she laughs in disbelief. The Aspen Witch follows her gaze and shakes herself, the glow fading. "You came here to trade as well. I would like to know what it is you would like."

Bonnie's expression flickers for a second before a smile settles on her face. "I have questions about magic that I would like answered."

"Questions."

"Yes. But I don't exactly trust the magic users in my village and they're not the biggest fans of me."

"I suppose," the Aspen Witch says slowly, "and you would offer something in return."

"Yes, I would."

"What would this be?"

Bonnie leans on her hands, bending slightly over the table until her face is close to hers. "What about a kiss?"

The glow appears at the ends of her hair again. "A kiss?"

"Mhm."

"It seems in bad form for me to accept a trade I have no way of verifying," the Aspen Witch says, "how can I be assured of its value?"

"If you want to sample the goods, then, by all means."

And so, as the soft glow spreads further and further up her hair, the Aspen Witch leans down and presses her lips gently to Bonnie's.

"There," Bonnie murmurs as they break apart, "what do you think that's worth?"

"Not enough for all your questions," the Aspen Witch says softly, "perhaps you will have to pay more."

"That's not a hardship for me."

The Aspen Witch laughs softly, looking around for somewhere to put the hide, and perhaps they would've kissed again had she not spotted Virgil standing in the corner and promptly jerked back.

"Don't mind me," he says, not bothering to hide his laugh as Bonnie jerks and curses, "carry on if you so wish."

"I forgot you were here," Bonnie mumbles, her face in her hands, "oh, gods, that's so embarrassing."

He laughs again, only to see the Aspen Witch flush, mortified, and he takes mercy on them both, holding his hands up.

"You knew," the Aspen Witch accuses, "and that's why you brought her."

"I suspected," he admits, "and I'd rather not sit through however long it took you both to make up reasons to see each other, so I thought I might as well shortcut it."

"You," Bonnie exclaims, standing up and pointing a finger at him, "are the worst."

"That's funny, I could've sworn yesterday you said I was kind."

"I take it back!"

"I'm happy for you both," he says placatingly, smiling softly at them, "really. And yes, I did think something like this might happen if I brought Bonnie with me."

"Thank you, Virgil," the Aspen Witch says, even as Bonnie mutters something under her breath, "I…do not know how to repay you."

"Both of you can repay me by making each other happy, and by letting me know when my calyx is ready because I'm going to be waiting outside."

He chuckles once more as Bonnie hits him halfheartedly on the shoulder, shutting the door behind him and walking down the steps. When he gets to the bottom, he's only slightly surprised to see Roman standing just beyond the edge of the Aspen Witch's property. He walks over, nodding in greeting.

"Is everything okay?"

"If you mean are you safe, then yes."

He frowns. "What's wrong?"

Roman sighs. "Are we—are you mad at us, Virgil? Or are you mad at me?"

Virgil blinks, shocked. "Why would I be mad at you?"

"Every time we've tried to see you recently, you've been acting like you're just waiting for us to leave. And I know we messed up with the contract—with Bonnie, but…" Roman sighs, raking a hand through his hair. "I thought we were doing better."

"We are doing better," he says softly, reaching out to take Roman's hand in his, "you've just come at bad times, that's all. I'm not mad at you."

Roman looks down at their clasped hands and nods. After a moment, he looks back up. "Logan told us about your worries with Bonnie," he says quietly, "are you…is it alright?"

Virgil sighs, glancing over his shoulder at the Aspen Witch's house. "I can't tell just yet."

"If you decide it's not okay, or if you need help, will you let us help you? Please?"

Virgil turns back, smiles, and reaches up to pat Roman's cheek. "Yeah, Roman. I will."

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andyd888 · 2 years

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𝕸𝖆𝖋𝖎𝖆 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 (Sebastian Stan/ Chris Evans) +18

Chapter 4: 𝕭𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖐 𝖚𝖘

Warnings: language and violence

Previous chapter

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[Sebastian Pov]:

I couldn't get the girl out of my head. Everything about her makes me want to rip her apart until she has nothing left. That is my goal when I return home, to make this sweet, precious, fragile woman mine.

-"Boss, we're here"- I heard Nick say over the loudspeaker.

I got into a better position and put the phone in my pocket. I'll have to do more research and find out what she's really like before I start anything with her.

The plane stopped on the runway. I didn't stay long in the sun when I got into the car that was prepared for me. I was on my way to meet those jerks who screwed up and pissed Chris off.

-"Nick, what should I do with them?"- I asked, pouring myself a glass of whiskey.

Nick looked surprised. I don't normally need my bodyguard's advice, but Nick has been my most trusted advisor and this time I need his advice.

-"Boss?"-

-"Chris wants to tear them apart. I think this is a golden opportunity for us to expand and maybe just put me a little higher in the game than Chris"-

-"He'll find out. Either he'll make them pay or Mr. Evans will and you knows what he's going to do. He'll do it his way. They're both ruthless and won't take shit from anyone. I think you'll make them pay. You can't let get over it with this, otherwise they'll do it over and over again and Mr. Evans will not only kill them but you."-

-"I guess you're right. They need to understand who they're messing with and what will happen to them if they don't start doing what's required."- I took a sip from my glass.

I pulled to the side of the road and got out with Nick pushing past me to open the doors to the building. I walked in and it smelled like smoke and sweat. I was immediately greeted by one of the workers Chris spoke with.

-"Mr. Stan… what a surprise. We didn't think you would be…"-

I interrupted him -"are you coming?"- I walked further inside and looked around. There were fights in several cages -"I see my money is being spent on good fighters"- I rolled up my sleeves and made a fist, which instantly made contact with his face. He stumbled backwards but didn't fall to the ground -"good fighters who are drawing crowds. I don't see the rewards of that though"- I hit him again, this time he fell to the ground. I crouched down a little, noticing that blood was coming out of his nose -"why?, would you mind explaining?"-

-"Sir… it's just… it's just…"- he couldn't finish the sentence.

I was about to knock him out, when a dark figure came into view. I looked up and there was a man with some bodyguards behind him. I straightened up and took a cloth from Nick, wiping the blood from my fist

-"It's because I've come to offer you a deal. I hope we can both agree"- the man said.

-"Why should I accept a deal from someone I don't know and a place I run?"- I questioned.

-"Because… you won't be able to refuse it"- he took a step forward. I felt Nick approach me, in case something happened "Carlo Morrone, by the way. Let's have a chat, Sebastian"-

How the hell did he know who I am? I looked at the bastard who was still on the ground, he would have given me away. Morrone moved slightly out of the way. Why was that last name familiar to me? I followed him into a more private room with Nick still close behind me. As I sat down, the name came to me. I just read it, on my phone.

Morrone was the husband of (y/n)

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[y/n Pov]:

I finally got back to my apartment, after hours of talking to those girls. I guess they just wanted to know about me and what exactly my intentions were. Which one, I still had no idea. I needed a job to pay my bill and then figure out what I can do with my life. I wanted a fresh start from him, that's why I ran away. He didn't want anyone to know who he really was. Running away was the best.

I fumbled for my keys, before putting them in the lock and turning the key to open the door. The door burst open, I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. I threw my keys on the kitchen counter, kicked off my shoes, and lay down on the couch. Putting my arm over my head and closing my eyes for a while to rest.

I guess I fell asleep, because I woke up to the buzzing of my cell phone. I held it close to my face and saw a number I didn't recognize. I replied kindly, but with a tired voice. The voice on the other end was from Scarlett, the first girl I met at the club.

-"No… I was just resting, what can I do for you, Scarlett?"- I waited for her to finish to continue talking -"This Saturday? Of course, I can do that. Do I need to wear clothes or costumes?"- she answered with a no, which for me was a good thing. I didn't exactly have the money for that - "ok, I'll see you on Saturday night then" -

I hung up. I got my first template on Saturday. Scarlett never told me what she would be doing, now that I think about it. I tried calling back but it didn't even dial thanks to her being an unknown number. I threw it on the sofa and sat down.

I looked at the time, half past seven. I slept for hours. I rubbed my eyes and managed to get up from the couch and go into the kitchen to see what I could do. As if listening, my stomach made that rumbling noise.

Watching a show, I sat down to eat what was left, it wasn't going to fill me up, but hopefully after Saturday night I'll have the money I need to buy real food.

After putting everything away and washing the plate and fork, I went to change into my pajamas. Scrubbing and washing my face, as I do every night, I jumped into bed. Scrolling through instagram to find information about the place I'm currently working at and what I can expect from it. Apparently nightclubs are a big hit, but the one I'm working on had a 5-star rating and it wasn't all male.

Scrolling through the images, I noticed two men shaking hands and smiling in one of the photos. Although I wasn't sure about one of them, I did know briefly who the other was. He was the man I sat with on the plane. Christopher…

"Now, it makes sense. He was one of those guys who likes to spend money on women instead of just being with one"- disgusting.

I turned off my cell phone and put it on the nightstand before covering myself with a blanket and turning onto my left side to fall asleep. Now I hope I never meet this man again. And I hope I never run into him at the club.

Next chapter

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i-cant-sing · 2 years

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Thanatos guiding reader to the underworld only for both of them to witness a surprise party for the reader.

No no, lets continue down the fic where Platonic Yanderes Persephone and Hades murdered reader in real world so that she can come live in the Underworld with them. You can find part 1 here.

Like poor reader is traumatised from being stabbed in the heart out of nowhere, and then this dude with huge black wings tells you in that heavy voice "I'm here to take you to the Underworld. Be not afraid, Y/n." Yeah easy for you to say!

Anyways, reader is sniffling all the way through the ride because she doesn't understand where she is and she heard the screams of the dead and she doesn't know what's gonna happen next. She's carried inside this huge castle that was surrounded by big beautiful gardens. Thanatos takes her to the throne room and reader thinks that this is the moment where she's gonna be damned to Tartarus or something.

Only she didn't expect her murderers to be practically bouncing on the balls of their feet as they call her name.

"Y/n! Darling, you're finally here!"

Reader: 😟

"Come here!" Persephone says, patting her thigh as if calling for a dog.

You begin backing up, wanting to be as far away from them as possible. But when you turn around to run, you bump into the huge scary man Thanatos, who shakes his head at you.

"Running is futile."

Reader: 😰

Hades sneaks up behind reader and picks her up from her armpits like small kitten before walking (actually, he was skipping) towards Persephone. He sits on his throne with arms securely pulling you to his lap and Persephone pretty much crowds the space from your right. They don't mind that you're shaking like a leaf, they know the stabbing was scary for you.

"I'm Hades and that's Persephone, but you must call us mom and dad!" Hades said with a joyful smile, as if there was nothing wrong about you sitting in the lap of a god.

"I- what?"

Persephone carresed your cheek softly. "You're gonna be living here now, Y/n. For eternity! And we're gonn be your new family! Isn't that exciting?"

You pulled away from her touch, eyes wide with bewilderment. "You- you killed me! Stabbed me in the chest!"

"Yes... but that was necessary to bring you here! I know that must've hurt, but your father insisted that stabbing you would be better than slicing your head off. Even though the latter would've been less painful, he thought that you might not like that." Persephone rolled her eyes.

Your mouth fell open in shock. "You were gonna slice my head off?!"

"But we didn't! We stabbed you in the heart instead!" Hades said, rubbing your arm to soothe you.

"I DONT LIKE THAT EITHER!"

Persephone narrowed her eyes at you. "Hey. That is no way to talk to your father."

"He's not my father-"

"I am now." Hades tone dead serious, and you knew that if you argued any further on that, he'd be offended.

You cried, shaking your head. "Please.... I just wanna go home."

Persephone gave you a sympathetic smile. "But this is home, Y/n." She played with your hair. "You'll be really happy here. You'll have anything you want. And you'll never have to worry about anything!"

"But-"

"And if you miss Earth too much, you can always go back there on short visits. With us, not alone. Humans tend to be stupid and unpredictable." Hades said. "What do you say?"

You closed your eyes for a second before opening them. You're gonna have to answer in a way that you don't piss them off. "As much as I appreciate your very generous offer... I must decline. I am a human, and like you said, I am stupid and unpredictable. 2 gods like you deserve someone far better and far worthy of your love and generosity. Please, let me go back to Earth."

Persephone's face fell. "Do you really not see yourself ever living with us?"

"I'm positive."

Persephone looked like she wanted to argue further but then sighed. "Fine, we'll make arrangements for you to leave." She said before leaving the room.

Hades pulled you off his lap and casted a worries look at the door from where his wife left. "She's disappointed. We really did think youd agree to love with us." He then got up. "I'll have Thanatos bring back the ferry for you. Have dinner with us, will ya?" Hades pleaded with such sincerity, you couldn't refuse him. A part of you still felt that they just might curse you if you don't agree. Besides, they're already letting you go home, this is the least you could do.

Persephone toyed with her food while Hades kept casting her worried glances. There was a thick, uncomfortable silence and you were practically scarring down the food so that you could leave quickly. It helped that the food tasted so damn good.

The servants soon served the dessert and you didn't dare look up from your plate despite feeling their eyes on you.

When you'd finished every last bite, you finally looked up to find them staring at you, however they didn't look sad this time. If anything, they looked... satisfied.

You cleared your throat. "Um... thank you for the lovely meal. I should take my leave now. Thank you for being so kind and understanding."

Persephone finally giggled. "Leave where?"

"Here? Go back to Earth?"

Persephone snickered. "Oh sweetie, you can't leave the Underworld now!"

You furrowed your brows. "I- What?"

Hades smiled lazily before nodding towards your plate. "Didn't you enjoy your dessert? Your mother made it herself. What's it called again, sweetheart?"

"Oh! It's strawberry ice cream... with pomegranate seeds!"

Pomegranate seeds-

Oh shit! Your eyes widened. You never noticed the seeds! Your mind was too preoccupied with the thought of leaving, not to mention the seeds were practically crushed and undetectable!

"No..." you whispered before immediately lurching forward and shoving your fingers down your throat to induce vomiting.

However, you'd just started to initiate your gag reflex when your hands were being pulled away by Hades and Persephone.

"NO!" You began thrashing in their hold and Hades was quick to maneuver your back to his chest and pinned your hands to your stomach tightly, trapping your legs with his own.

Persephone began humming a lullaby. "Y/n, darling, please calm down. You're only gonna hurt yourself-"

"LET GO OF ME! LET GO! YOU SAID YOU'D LET ME GO!" You yelled, still struggling in Hades arms despite being pinned down.

Persephone sighed. "We all know you weren't leaving this place. Not now, not ever. Now, stop this madness and calm down. We can talk like cultured-"

But you began hysterically sobbing. "YOU TRICKED ME! YOU TRICKED ME NOW, JUST LIKE HOW YOU LURED ME INTO THE ALLEY AND THEN MURDERED ME!"

"But it was all so that you could be with your new family-"

"WHAT KIND OF FAMILY KILLS THEIR OWN CHILD?!"

Before Persephone could reply, Hades whispered his name.

"Hypnos."

And just like that, you were put to sleep by the actual god of sleep.

Tears streaked your cheeks and the two gods looked at each other with pity.

"She hates us already." Hades said, looking down at your passed out form with sorrow.

Persephone brushed the hair our of your face. "We both knew this wasn't going to be easy, Hades." She pecked his lips before kissing your cheek. "She's a human, doesn't know what's good for her. But in due time, she'll realise what a blessing this is. We must be patient."

Hades nodded, before gathering you in his arms and standing up. They both began walking towards your new room. "I suppose we must. I just hope this rebellious phase of hers ends soon and we'll finally get to see her for the angel she truly is." They tucked you in before watching over you by the door like normal parents.

"I don't want her to grow up too fast." Persephone said, tucking her head under Hades arm.

Hades hummed in agreement. "I'll have Hermes bring Ambrosia along when he delivers her tiara tomorrow." They began walking towards their own room.

Persephone smiled at the idea. "What powers do you think she'll get?"

Hades shrugged. "Maybe we can mix in our own blood in the Ambrosia. That way, she'll have a mix of our powers."

They both couldn't help but wonder what their little princess of the Underworld will become the god of.

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sunascumdoll · 3 years

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pervert!osamu that is all

back to pervert!hc masterlist

tw// DARK CONTENT. dubcon, power imbalance, blackmail, coercion, spanking, voyeurism, filming, throat fucking, male masturbation, dacryphilia, penetration.

just thinking about pervert!osamu has me screaming without the s, goodbye

pervert!osamu is so fucking mean. you recently started working at his restaurant. he knew you needed the extra money so he offered you a position, and it was a good way to be even closer to you. pervert!osamu gives you difficult/impossible tasks to complete, in hopes you mess up so he has a reason to punish you. he has you preparing food, attending to incoming customers, handling phone calls, AND cleaning.

he knows it's impossible to do that all at once, but he genuinely enjoys watching you run around the restaurant, trying your best to please him. but when expectations aren't met? tsk tsk. humiliation. he will bend you over the front counter, firmly pressing your chest against it, yank your pants down and spank you. he likes to listen to your cries and enjoys the way you tense whenever someone walks past the front door of his restaurant. you can only pray no one walks in on your boss discipling you

pervert!osamu has camera installed everywhere in his shop. you think they're just for security, to watch over the place. but he has them in unorthodox places. he has them in the break room, watching ever little move you make. but his favorite camera? is the camera he has installed in the employee bathroom. his cock twitches every time he sees you entering. he's laid back in his office chair, eyes glued to the computer screen that's playing the live footage of what's partaking in the bathroom. his hand is wrapped around his cock, thumbing rubbing over his leaking tip as he watches you in the bathroom.

pervert!osamu knows how bad you need this job, and knows you'll do anything to keep it. he'll call you into his office and talk about how your recent work has been piss poor. if you want to keep your job, you'll sit pretty on your knees in front of him. if you want another paycheck, you'll worship his cock. you look so pretty drooling on his cock, that's why he threatens you every week. he's not that mean though, he'll hold your hair back while you choke and gag on his shaft. <3

his favorite though? keeping you late at night to clean up the shop. pervert!osamu has you on your hands and knees, scrubbing the dirty floors all while he's behind you, driving his cock into your sloppy pussy. your body lunges forward with each snap of his hips. the sponge in your hand dripping soapy water from how hard you're squeezing it. heavy cum filled balls slap against your swollen pussy lips. he's brutal, takes his time to thoroughly fuck you. he won't stop until the floors are sparkly clean.. and that's why he aims to make your creamy pussy gush all over the floors.

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rebelcourtesan · 3 years

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Why Blitzer works better than Stolitz

Not trying to start a shipping war, but here are my reasonings behind why Blitzer works better as a ship compared to Stoliz.

The last time I was so invested in a ship, it was Entrapdak from She-Ra and the Princesses of Power so if you go back into my archives, you'll see I've wrote several essays about them.

Blitzer strikes as ship that I want to write about because it makes so much sense to me of why these characters are good together. In order to prove my point, I'm going to do a comparison between Blitzo's relationship with Stolas vs his relationship with Striker.

First, let's back up and look at how Blitzo's interactions with Stolas. Based on the pilot, it looks like Blitzo seduced Stolas to steal away the book to get access to the Living World to carry out jobs for Sinners. Afterward, in Episode 1, Stolas makes a deal with Blitzo for him to return the book once a month so Stolas can do his 'job' and in exchange for a night of 'Passionate Fornification"

Therefore, Blitzo's relationship with Stolas is purely transactional. Blitzo hasn't shown any affection for Stolas nor does he seem to enjoy being around Stolas anymore than he has to. Episode 2, when he acts as bodyguard for Stolas, he warns him against trying anything sexual in Loo Loo Land. Everything he does with Stolas is for the sake of keeping the grimoire and for money.

On Stolas's end, he is constantly coming onto Blitzo through open flirtations to very lewd sex talk. Their conversations never stray from the job to Stolas wanting Blitzo nearby for him to flirt and desire.

There's never really moment of them bonding, at least not from Blitzo's end.

Also, every time they are together, Stolas is towering over Blitzo. Let at these scenes.

AAnd another thing to point out is that in each of these scenes, Stolas is either speaking to Blitzo with baby talk or openly lusting for him. He objectifies and infantilizes Blitzo which would bring their vastly different ranks into play. Stolas is a royal prince of the Ars Goetia family while Blitzo is a lowly imp from the lowest rung of Hell. There is an imbalance there.

Not saying that Stolas would ever use his status to sexually assault Blitzo, but he is using what Blitzo needs for his business for sexual favors. Another thing to point out is that in each of these scenes, Blitzo is annoyed or angry with Stolas. He's only there for a means to an end. If he could keep the book without ever seeing Stolas again, he'd do it in a heartbeat. I've seen no signs to indicate otherwise.

Now let's look at the end other end.

The first thing I noticed is Blitzo's reaction when Striker compliments him for opening his own business despite being an imp. At first, Blitzo is taken aback by the compliment as if he wasn't sure if it was a compliment or not and once he thought about it, he proudly accepted it. At first, it went over my head until I rewatched the scene and realized it's the first time we've see Blitzo be praised for his endeavors. Everyone he's met new and from his past had nothing, but insults or complaints about him. For him to receive a compliment for an achievement and not know at first how to take it was actually quite sad.

It could be argued that Striker only said it to get the others to let their guard down, but I think it was genuine.

And when Striker brings up Stolas, Blitzo is quick to inform him that his relationship with Stolas was purely transaction, which it is. Akin to the manner of someone assuring they were 'free'.

After their meeting, they aren't too far away from away from each other.

fLook at their faces! They are wrestling together and loving it. While the montage is supposed to have us focus on Moxxie's failings at the games, it shouldn't be too hard to miss how Blitzo and Striker were able to go neck to neck at the games and even tied for first place together!

What I'm trying to point out is there is an equality between them, mutual respect. Blitzo is able to give as he receives which is the same for Striker. So much so that Blitzo even offers Striker a position at I.M.P, to which Striker accepts, both wanting to work together.

Then we have the confrontation between Blitzo and Striker. Blitzo is justifiably pissed, but he also seems hurt, not because Striker was trying to kill Stolas, but someone he had opened himself to accepting Striker.

Remember, Blitzo sees his business and his employees as family! For him to hire Striker, means he was willing to accept him into his family! He's disappointed and angry, but he is accustomed to being harmed by those he's close to (Robo-Fizz and Verosika).

C'mon, you can't look at this scene and not think there isn't any attraction between them.

I honestly believe Striker's offer to partner up with Blitzo was true based on how well they did together in the competition. They are both physically combative, able to go tie for the games and go toe to toe in a fight.

Let's compare.

Stolas is talking down to Blitzo using baby talk, which he mean as affectionate, but it belittling whereas Striker is on equal terms with Blitzo.

Blitzo is annoyed by Stolas and seems to dislike him.

Blitzo is more intrigued with Striker.

Stolas calls Blitzo, Blitzy which he finds annoying and also refers to him more than once as an imp.

Striker calls Blitzo by his name with the silent O.

The key word is respect. Stolas continues to degrade Blitzo's status by never taking him seriously as an equal. He constantly downgrades Blitzo to that of a pet or a plaything by calling him little imp, talking baby talk to him in the beginning of the episode, and their conversations never extend beyond sexual or their agreement over the grimoire. It's understandable for Stolas, a high ranking royal, to see talk down to Blitzo who is on the lowest rung of Hell's social ladder, but if he's going to expect more than physical relationship, his attitude needs to change.

Whereas, Striker is on the same level with Blitzo, even raising him up by acknowledging him as a skilled assassin and offering a partnership in taking down Overlords to which I believe Blitzo was very tempted by. I can see these two talking shop while planning on taking out a target and a loving relationship to grow from there.

I think in the next few episodes, we're going to see Stolas and Blitzo's relationship come to a head. Especially if Stolas tries to move their relationship beyond what it is now and will get rejected.

#Helluva Boss #Essay #Striker #Stolas #Blitzo

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License to Steal - Act IV

License to Steal

ACT IV

Act I // Act II // Act III // Act IV

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summary: Min Yoongi is your new protection detail upon your return to your father's side after being sent away during a bloody gang war. Now the dust has settled, you've been called back to your old controlled life, and leaving you an unwilling participant in your family's plans. You don't know what they are but you are no longer willing to be the obedient, protected daughter. You don't really care in the least of it makes Yoongi's new assignment hell on earth- So you'll carve your own life out back home on your own terms.

-rating: 18+

-pairing: min yoongi x reader

-word count: 5.8k

-warnings: swearing, gang activities includes drug mention and eventual drug use, the slowest of burns, organized crime, toxic af family dynamics, BEWARE IN THIS ACT: graphic family abuse (father initiated verbal and physical assault- does not fade to black), violence, blood, graphic descriptions of torture, and graphic sex scenes will be included in this work.

-authors note: @chelsea-chee leading the au as usual. I love her the appreciate her as my love, writer, and my beta. Her works are *chefs kiss* Thank you again beautiful <3 PLEASE NOTE: I AM REALLY NOT EXCITED TO POST THE NEXT FEW ACTS. They deal with heavy subject matter and I don't fade to black at any point so please note my works are for mature audiences, warnings are there for a reason and in bold. You are an adult if you are reading this work (per the warnings) and you are responsible for the content you consume. Thank you. ILY all and I love asks about the characters. And that's all I have to say about that...I'm sorry for the wait. I've had covid. I'm back on a better schedule now.

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You fumbled with your hair as you tried to rip your fingers through the still damp strands to assemble it back into a semi-presentable pony tail as the door slid open to your father’s office. You really did wish that you had been able to go upstairs and shower. Or at least change your clothes from the workout gear you currently felt sticking to your skin from the cooling sweat. As a breeze drifted from the vent as the air kicked on, you shivered violently, shaking your head and shooting a hateful stare in Yoongi’s direction as you stepped into the office. Appearances were everything in your family. They were the first level of protection to ensure threats stayed at a minimum. A show of strength and cohesiveness discouraged any hair-brained ideas from a weaker or less organized opposition.

Your father raised a dark, thick brow, turning from the man was speaking quietly to, his expression unreadable as you inclined your head slightly in greeting. “You asked to see me?” you said quietly, keeping your eyes downcast. Since Yoongi had mentioned your father was summoning you, you knew it couldn’t be anything positive. This soon after your arrival? Nothing good would come of this. You had just grabbed onto the distraction of Yoongi until you both stood in the office, feeling stripped bare, awaiting whatever admonishment was about to be delivered.

“You couldn’t make it a full forty-eight hours without causing me a migraine,” your father said sharply and you kept your eyes trained on the floor, as you replayed yesterday in your mind.

“Father, I don’t know what you-”

“Y/N, you weren’t even back a day and you spent how much?” he said, aggravation lacing his tone. “I had to call in Kim to look at your accounts immediately. You’re a fucking hassle.” He huffed and your eyes finally lifted to the stranger that stood next to your father, noting that he stepped away from your father and bowed quickly.

“Nice to meet you, miss. I’m Kim Namjoon. I’ve been handling your accounts and will continue to do so.” You felt your lips part in a soft ‘oh’ as you studied the broad planes of his face, full lips and intense eyes. You felt like he was picking you apart in that moment as you took your time to absorb his ash blond hair in a relaxed, but carefully crafted style. His skin tone was golden; a contrast to Yoongi’s milk-like skin. He glowed, and you couldn’t tell if it from his melanin or the fact that he was radiating intelligence.

“N-Nice to meet you too,” you stammered and managed to close your mouth as he pushed up the rolled sleeves of his white button-down shirt. You swallowed hard and tried to claw through the mental fog that had overcome you. With the teasing from both Jungkook and Yoongi, being presented with another god-like man was the last thing you needed. “I will admit I’m a little confused; my spending was never a problem when I was away? I mean, it’s not like I bought a car.”

Your father barked a laugh and threw up his hands. “You have no grasp on what I do to make this money that you just piss away Y/N! And you COULD have bought a car with the amount you spent yesterday! Like I said: a god damn burden!” he hissed and you flushed slightly, taking a step back unconsciously as you watched his neck flush. Yoongi hadn’t said a word, but you knew you could still sense his dark presence in the corner of the room, not looking at him to notice his eyes narrowed slightly as the scene unfolded.

“Y/N, I’ve had an idea. You’re a daughter. I can’t do much with you. Your brother who I could actually have used is dead. Your mother-” He stopped as he watched your eyes bulge and he shook his head. “I can’t have more children. I’d consider it disrespectful to her memory,” he mused, a hand running along his chin and you couldn’t help the scoff that escaped you, but your jaw snapped shut audibly as your teeth clacked together after the noise passed your lips.

Your father’s eyes flared to life in challenge and he glanced at Namjoon, lip curling. “Did you calculate her estimated cost of living and monthly expenditures? Do you have solid numbers?” he said shortly and Namjoon just nodded, eyes flicking between the family members silently. “And did you adjust for a profit at the margin we discussed?”

“Yes sir,” came the deep steady voice, Namjoon’s eyes traveling your figure, his gaze not heavy with lust or desire, but full of curiosity. “The monthly amount that you should request for that profit is in the proposal if you would like to review it.” He finished and cleared his throat. “I can return if you want me to look over the contract,” he said softly, clearing fishing for a dismissal and your father granted it, offering his hand and you felt your mouth tighten in confusion.

“What contract?”

Namjoon grabbed a briefcase and inclined his head to you stiffly in farewell before his long legs carried him out the doorway. Your father’s gaze didn’t leave your eyes as he spoke. “Yoongi, see him out.” Yoongi nodded and started after the tall man in silence, not sparing you a second glance on his way out.

“I asked you what contract?” you said softly, struggling to keep your voice even as your father stepped closer to you.

“Well, you went out. Spent a lot of money that you’ve done nothing to earn, and caught someone’s eye in the process. Someone worth a lot of money and who would be an asset to have closer to the family at this point in his career.” Your father clasped his hands behind his back as he continued to close the distance between you, each step he made, you felt your heart plummet further.

“Father… what exactly are you implying?”

“I’m not implying anything, Y/N. I’m telling you. Someone’s made a bid for your hand, and it’s the only thing you’ll be good for at this point. The shopping sprees, your lifestyle. I can maintain them, but if someone else is willing to do so, and the marriage benefits me in my business, I’d be stupid not to pursue it. Do you think I’m stupid, Y/N?” he said, voice getting dangerously quiet as he reached out to tuck a piece of hair that had escaped the rapidly put-up ponytail behind your ear.

“You can’t sell me off like fucking cattle!-” you said, flinching away from his touch, and his large, calloused hand shot out to grab your chin tightly. He forced your face back towards his as you tried to jerk away, squeezing hard enough to make your eyes begin to water. Your heart thudded out a dangerous irregular rhythm as you breathed hard through your nose.

“I can’t? Y/N, you seem to be under the delusion that you are free from the responsibilities that come with being in this family. I suppose that may be my fault. I was too soft on you, pitied the losses I caused you to have. I always had your brother anyway; there was no harm in indulging you. But now, you’re the only one with my blood in your veins. You’re home to do a service for this family. Everyone else has given their lives in some way. Did you think you were special?” His words were measured and cold as he studied you, grip not loosening on your face. You would be bruised tomorrow as you felt the throb set in from the pressure he was applying.

“You may order me to do it, but I don’t have to go along with this,” you hissed, barely able to open your jaw, but clenching your teeth to get your words out, rage licking up and down your body. He had taken your entire life as a child, as an adolescent. Did he really think giving you a few years of freedom put you back in his debt so far that you owed him the rest of your life?!

No sooner than the words were out of your mouth you heard the sharp crack, and felt yourself stumbling backwards into the wall. You blinked quickly as you registered the pain in your head, immediately starting to pound as the metallic taste of blood filled your mouth. You barely had time to regain a semblance of your bearings before your father was upon you again, face chillingly blank as his ringed fingers gripped the base of your ponytail, ripping your head back at an awkward angle, a scream breaching your bloody lips. The noise was cut short by another blow, snapping your head to the side before he jerked your face back to center.

“Who do you think you are, you little bitch?” he said with a lilt to his tone as you choked out a sob, unable to keep it from escaping your lips. “You really thought you weren’t going to do shit to replace that money you spent?” When he finished speaking he gave your head a violent shake, as if to scramble your thoughts further. It was completely unnecessary, as your head felt as if it was splitting with the pain he had rocked through you with his blows and harsh grip. You felt the start of a purely hysterical giggle break through, spitting out the fresh rush of blood that ran in your mouth due to the cuts in your cheek from your teeth. You noticed a piece of the skin from inside your mouth flapping loosely that made you nauseated if you dwelled on it.

The laugh was probably the worst response you could have had.

You heard a soft hiss, and your father stepped into your space further, hands darting from your head to wrap themselves around your throat and squeezing. As your hands scrambled to scratch at his hand, his arm, his face, anything, you wished you were surprised at this. You wished you were hurt because you were shocked, but you weren’t. There was blood in the water and he was a shark. He built his life this way.

“You don’t have to go along with this…” he said softly, voice void of emotion, “but you also don’t have to keep living here either. How long will you make it without this family? You’d never make it out of the city.” He mused and continued to squeeze, your vision starting to spot as you tried to draw in any bit of air within the hold he had, the choking heaves under the weight of him making the blood that had pooled in your mouth from his blows spill over your chin grotesquely as it began to stream onto his hand. “So will you behave for once in your fucking life?”

You were hyper aware of the tears streaming down your face as you managed the smallest of nods. You supposed he was right; you had never imagined you would be used in the family in any way. Your entire life had been lonely, and even though you hated it, you had resigned yourself to it. His hands unwrapped themselves from your neck, letting you inhale a burning gasp of air as you slid down the wall, and onto the floor. You coughed and rocked forward onto all fours as the shaking of your body didn’t allow for much more than consciousness.

Your father pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped the crimson of your blood off his hand before tossing it to you on the floor. You could barely recognize the quick but unhurried footsteps coming back down the hallway to the office before they stopped short.

“Yoongi, take her upstairs.”

The flush from hustling back to his boss’s office drained from Yoongi’s face as his eyes widened at your figure hunched forward onto your elbows on the floor. He watched you hack as your body tried to clear your airway. Yoongi stayed silent as he reached down, crouching next to you and attempting to offer you a hand so you could stand on your own, for which you were thankful. You felt the physical pain, but no emotions as your mind sluggishly screamed at you to just accept his hand and stand. You needed to walk out of here on your own. You knew you wouldn’t make it all the way to your room after the assault, but you didn’t need to. Just to the elevator.

You reached out your hand, shaking hard, as you clasped at his large palm and hoisted yourself up, letting him pull lightly as he stood with you, noting that he was still silent. You tried to ignore how your vision swam before you, willing your knees not to buckle. You couldn’t pinpoint if the unsteadiness was from the blows to your face, the lack of oxygen, or the tears that had thankfully stopped streaming down your face but still filled your eyes.

Yoongi seemed to read your mind, shifting his grip from your hand to your upper arm, nestling in your underarm and gently steered you to the door, but let you support most of your weight on the way out. You walked in silence as he didn’t rush you down the hallway, both of your eyes trained on the lift door as he typed in the code. As you waited for the door to open you felt your shaking legs betray you and start to bend. You glanced away from him, the movement of your eyes causing a piercing pain to shoot through your head. “Please,” was all you rasped wetly as you put more weight and started to sink, but the pressure holding you up immediately doubled, Yoongi’s support forcing you upright, even if it made your shoulder raise. It would be almost imperceptible from your father’s office if he was still looking in your direction, but you doubted he would. He had already received your submission; he didn’t need you for anything else.

Yoongi didn’t seem to want to take the chance that he was still watching, stepping into the elevator and continuing to only hold you in one place. His grip was still disguised as if he was walking you out in the same way he may escort an associate who was no longer welcome - in such a manner that would deter any further escalation. No one would be able to tell he was the only thing keeping you upright.

As the door slid shut to the elevator the facade crumbled, you lurching forward and gasping out a sob of pain, tilting your head down to let the blood that had been collecting in your mouth pour out onto the floor. You forgot how much mouth wounds bled. Yoongi was not bothered with the grotesque display as he swiftly adjusted his grip to wrap around your shoulders, his other arm sweeping at your feet as he lifted you with apparent ease. You shut your eyes as the tears began to flow once more, unable to restrain the moans and whimpers of pain that escaped between gasps as you cried. He still hadn’t said a word, even as you turned your face into his suit jacket, inhaling jaggedly as you tried to focus on the scent permeating from him, trying to place it through your snot-filled nose. The only thing you could recognize was the warm, woodsy scent of patchouli as you reached a shaking hand up to hold onto his jacket tightly. You knew he wouldn’t drop you, but it grounded you all the same.

You tried to slow your breathing, but failed as the elevator door opened and Yoongi strode quickly to your bedroom door, bending at the knees and somehow using his crook of his elbow and his body to turn the door knob, the only change in your positioning being that you tilted slightly as he spun it. He kicked the door with his foot gently as he stepped in, by-passing your bed as he carried you into your bathroom, carefully getting on his knees as he lowered you into your large bathtub as he placed you there. You continued to breath quickly, your gasps becoming sharper as your gentle shaking soon became uncontrollable. You released his jacket as he stood and you pulled your knees to your chest, shutting your eyes finally as you heard the tap briefly run before a cool rag brushed your chin, eyes flying open as you flinched away.

“Shh, I need to see your face. I have to get the blood off,” Yoongi whispered, and you finally looked at him, noting his face was still paler than normal. “Princess, I need you to take a slow, deep breath okay? Can you do that? Your lips are turning blue; you’re hyperventilating. You’re safe,” he murmured, brows pinching together in a pained expression you had never seen on his face as you tried to nod, attempting to take a long breath in but ended up gulping in air multiple times on the way, the blurring of your vision worsening as Yoongi grimaced, your breathing speeding up again, your shoulders shrugging with the effort to take in air. The last thing you heard was Yoongi’s tense exclamation of “Shit!” before you blacked out.

When you awoke, you were under the covers of your large bed. You sat up quickly before groaning from the ache in your head, then realizing that opening your mouth made you want to scream from pain. Between the squeeze on your jaw and the cuts inside your mouth, it was safe to say you would be saying very little for a while. You glanced towards the window, noting it was inky black outside.

“How long has he hit you?” came a cool voice from beside your bedside and you turned to face the source, seeing a figure standing beside the small table, casting a shadow with the aid of a lamp. Had he even left? Yoongi had shed his stained suit jacket, but still wore the white shirt and same suit pants. You only knew it was the same shirt due to the blood stain from where your mouth must have painted him. Instead of attempting to speak, you shrugged in an attempt to get his gaze off of you. It was piercing and unnerving. You felt as if this was the beginning of an interrogation, and you didn’t fail to notice the color had still not returned to his normally pale face. Now that your mind was a bit clearer you were able to recognize why it registered so deeply with you. He was the embodiment of white with fury. “How. Long?” he said again with such harshness you swallowed hard, ignoring the fire that licked down your throat as you did so.

“That’s a joke right? He’s always been like that. I just normally am better at avoiding it,” you forced out; your words were almost incoherent as you tried to move your jaw as little as possible as you spoke. That was bearable. Good. Not that you had expected it to be, but at least your jaw wasn’t broken; that would have been a pain in the ass. “What time is it?”

“It’s three am,” Yoongi hissed as his eyes glimmered in the near darkness, pushing off the wall and grabbing a glass of water off the table and sweeping a few pills into his hand. “Take these.” You took his offering and a small sip of the water before carefully throwing the pills to the back of your throat and washing them down, sighing softly. “They’re pain pills. They’ll help and you’ll be able to go back to sleep in a bit.”

You didn’t answer but pulled back the cover of your bed and slid out, noting that your bloody shirt had been changed but you still had on your sports bra and leggings. And your ponytail had been taken down, which was probably a good thing since your scalp was still aching from the hold your father had you in.

“Y/N… don’t.” Came Yoongi’s voice, still unemotional but a bit gentler than his earlier tone. You didn’t turn back to him but stopped your path to your vanity, obviously trying to look at your reflection in the mirror to assess the damage.

“Is it that bad?” you grumbled, turning to him and you watched him shrug.

“It’s not good. Don’t worry about it tonight. No bones are broken from what I can tell. I wiped you down the best I could. Just change once I leave and get back into bed.”

You let out a deep breath but finally stepped towards your closet instead to grab an oversized t-shirt. You could work the bra off under it and slip your pants off once you had it on. “Why did you even stay?” you said softly as you set to work, your muscles aching as you attempted to change modestly. You don’t know why it even mattered, but in this moment it did.

“I needed to know if he had done this before. I needed to know if this was the first time. When we were kids, you weren’t around all the time. Sometimes, I’d go months without seeing you. I didn’t know if this was a part of it,” he spat out, visibly tensing as he took a loud steadying breath.

You shrugged as you pulled off your leggings, successful in stripping your bra off under the shirt, and padded back to your bed. “There were a few reasons he kept me separated from everyone. It wasn’t all because he thought I was too precious to see any of this.” You climbed back into bed and tried to settle back into the plushness. Yoongi took a step closer to you, his mouth slightly open as he watched you try to get comfortable, seemingly unable to stop himself.

“Y/N…” he said softly and reached a hand towards you and you stiffened, eyes narrowing, and he took note, dropping his hand slowly.

“Yoongi, I never asked for your fucking pity.”

“I know, and it makes me want to help you even more.”

You blinked and tried to register what he was implying. “Help me?” you repeated, shaking your head as you felt the same hysterical laugh bubble up that had made your assault that much worse in your father’s office. “No one can help me!” You laughed, eyes widening as the smile twisted your features. “This is my life, this is what I was born into. This is what all those shiny things cost, Yoongi! I always knew it but I forgot.” You watched as the pained expression from earlier slid back over his features, and you raised your eyebrows in response. “I appreciate it, but unless you’re willing to put a bullet in my fucking head there’s no saving anything.”

“Who says it has to be your head, Princess?” he said gently and you swear you felt the world stop.

“Don’t say shit like that Min,” you hissed, baring your teeth and shaking your head. “Even if we don’t always get along, I don’t want you dead too.”

“Whatever you say Princess,” he said, a smile tugging at his lips as he cocked his head to the side. “Are you alright to sleep? You don’t feel like you’re going to vomit?” he asked seriously, watching as you shook your head.

“I don’t have a concussion,” you grumbled but as you watched him smirk and go to grab his jacket you felt your heart speed up. “Yoongi- w-wait.” He immediately stopped, as if he was anticipating your words. “Can you stay here the rest of the night? I know he won’t do anything but I-”

“Let me go change my clothes. Is that okay Princess?”

“Yeah… I just don’t want to be-”

“It’s fine Y/N. I’ll be right back.” You stayed sitting up, watching him as he dismissed your attempts at explanations and justification as he walked out.

You sighed, leaning against the leather headboard and let your breathing even out, even as your heart still raced. The pain began to slowly ebb as the medication took effect; what had you even taken? It had to be something strong as a comfortable fog began to cloud your thoughts.

You didn’t know why you felt the need to have him here. Did you even need to explain? He was technically your bodyguard. You had known each other most of your lives. You had just suffered through an assault; staying with you was reasonable. Even if the assailant wasn’t unknown, nor were the motives. At the end of the day, Yoongi’s presence made breathing a bit easier. His presence made you feel safe.

The door opened again and you sucked in a breath as Yoongi re-entered your bedroom, one hand carrying his gun and holster, the other a hanger with a clean pressed suit. “I’ll wake up before you,” was all he said in response to your surprised expression as he studied you. He mistook the shock on your face as being accredited to the suit. He was an idiot if he thought you cared about the fact he would dress here. You were too busy drinking in the sight of his lean figure in low-slung grey sweatpants. You tried to rip your gaze back to his face but you got caught on the black ribbed tank top and the swirling black tattoos covering his shoulder and chest before disappearing under the material.

“I didn’t know you had tattoos,” you choked out, feeling your face flush and mentally slapping yourself. He may look like sex on legs, but you looked like you just had the shit beat out of you. Which to be fair to yourself, you actually just had the shit beat out of you.

“Oh, I forgot,” he said, a small smirk tilting his lip up but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. He draped his suit over the chair to your vanity and carried his gun with him towards the plush armchair in the corner of the room.

“The bed is big enough Min. I won’t touch you,” you said breathlessly, trying to force away the blush that was deepening across your face. He seemed to freeze and take a few steadying breaths.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea Princess.” His voice was controlled but quiet.

“Please Yoongi…” you said just as quietly. “It’s just for tonight. I won’t feel safe if you’re all the way over there.”

It was definitely an over exaggeration. You hadn’t really expected him to even agree to stay in your room with you. The chair was the reasonable option. You knew you were pushing it.

“Princess, I-” He breathed, the airiness of his tone making your belly somersault and it gave you a tiny shiver.

“Yoongi, please. I need you next to me. Just tonight.” You shouldn’t be so worried about getting this man into bed with you, but now that he was here in front of you and it was so close to happening, you felt you might cry if he denied you.

You watched his back muscles rippled as he tensed and tried to relax. He turned wordlessly and walked to the opposite side of the bed, setting his holster down and climbing into the king-sized bed with you. “Go to sleep Princess.”

The drugs had to be prescriptions, not that you really expected a member of an organized crime family to just take a regular aspirin when they were in pain. “Is the oxy working yet? It should start soon if it hasn’t.” You hummed your assent as you squirmed down into the bed and tried to keep the smile from your face as you reached over and turned out the lamp. You took a deep breath and shut your eyes, savoring the heat that quickly built from having two bodies under the covers of your bed, ignoring the slightly annoyed sigh from the other side of the bed.

“Be quiet Min, I’m trying to rest,” you said softly and a soft dry chuckle cut through the silence as you let sleep take you.

Yoongi’s POV

Yoongi listened to the soft sounds of your breathing as they lengthened and deepened, the pain pills having done their job perfectly. If only he could have done his job in such a manner. He had been given a job: to keep you safe, and he took it seriously. Even if the one assigning his work was an abusive piece of shit. Yoongi let out a sigh, glancing over at your figure in the dark to make sure his huff hadn’t disturbed your slumber. It didn’t. You were still laying there, eyes closed and unaware, your face turned towards him to afford him a view of what exactly your father had done in his absence.

He felt his teeth grind against each other as even in the dark, he could make out the near black bruises covering your neck in the clear shape of hands, a bloom crossing your smooth cheek as well. Even your chin and jaw were dark from bruising; evidence that your father had held your face to force submission. It had worked. He opened his mouth and stretched his own jaw to try and stop himself from continuing to grind his molars down to nothing in rage. He didn’t know if he would ever be able to forget how you looked and how he felt when he entered the office, watching the blood drip onto the floor. How he wanted nothing more than to simply pull out his gun and lodge a bullet into your father’s knee before proceeding to swing the butt of his gun down onto him until he shattered every bone in the pig’s disgusting face.

Until he begged him to stop. Until he begged his daughter to tell Yoongi to stop.

The daydream made Yoongi smile a full gummy smile and chuckle for the first time today. He would stop when you told him to. If you told him to. Now that he knew your father had put his hands on you before this, he wondered if you would just let him continue until his mania at seeing what had been done to you was sated. He knew it wouldn’t be until he heard your father’s death rattle, knowing it had been at his own hands.

You stirred slightly to readjust in your sleep, drawing his attention back to the present as you moved closer to him in the bed and he sucked in a breath. Even beaten and bruised you affected him. Even carrying you in that elevator down the hall as you clutched onto him. He had been spiraling down into violence but as soon as you grabbed his jacket, he knew you wouldn’t withstand even him raising his voice to anyone without shattering. You were normally so fierce and seeing you broken made him want to tear apart this entire society you both lived in, even if it was all either of you had ever known.

It was then he had decided he would be what you were asking of him with your sobs and how you clutched onto him; he would be as gentle as could be and give you whatever you needed tonight. Tomorrow he would begin the undertaking of dismantling your father piece by fucking piece.

He had watched over you after you passed out; you had woken up briefly for him to get you to take pain medicine once before you actually were able to speak to him. Before you asked him to stay with you. He wanted to pretend it didn’t make his icy heart crack, the way you tried to explain and justify his presence. He would never ask you to in this kind of situation. When Yoongi returned to his room, he attempted to steel himself for a night of sitting in that uncomfortable chair, and a sleepless day tomorrow. He had gone more than twenty-four hours without sleep before.

But when your eyes, even if they had started to become glossy and dilated from the drugs, began to run over him, he had to try and think of every unsexy thing he could fathom. You had just been fucking violated and just with one look he felt the blood travel away from his brain and pool below his waist. Why did he think he would be able to wear sweatpants while staying with you? You destroyed every semblance of self control he had. He still hadn’t forgotten your teasing in the elevator prior to this shit show.

Then your soft drowsy voice had called out to him just as he had regained his mental fortitude and continued to the chair. You would be the fucking death of him and he didn’t think he would really mind. Now, as he laid here in bed with you trying to ignore the fact that you were shifting closer to him in your sleep, seeking his warmth, he closed his eyes. He had anticipated the pure fury of tonight keeping him awake, but instead it was the fact that he could feel your breath on his neck, that if he turned his head back to you he could still make out your absolutely gorgeous feminine form from under the blankets. The dip in your waist and the curve of your hips, sloping into your soft thigh. Yoongi’s eyes shot open as he let out a soft hiss as he felt his member stiffen in his sweats, one large hand reaching down to palm himself, and he willed his hard-on to disappear.

He dropped his eyes again, confident he would get his bulge to go down without waking you, and as he tended to it, a soft small hand reached across his middle, making his forehead furrow. He tried to take a steadying breath, and tried to not imagine that the events of last night weren’t the reason he was in your bed. That you had just invited him to bed because you wanted him there, not for security but because you wanted him as a man to share your bed and body. That he could roll over to face you, slip his own hand up that oversized shirt and rub soft circles into your skin before slipping his hand down in-between your thighs.

Yoongi felt his cock twitch and himself harden further, forcing another deep breath in and out as he circled back to try and think of grotesque things to make his longing subside. You at least had stopped wriggling in the bed in an attempt to get closer; he was thankful for that. He squeezed his eyes shut tighter and tried to calm his heart and regulate his breath to make it possible for him to drift off.

This was going to be a long night.

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Hello! I've read the last fic you've wrote and I really love it! You've done an amazing work! I was wondering if you write about poly relationship because I would like to request a fic (since Oda made it canon) about Kid and Killer liking the same girl. Maybe a girl that has joined their crew and has non conventional beauty but is strong and good hearted with them. I would like also to see crew's reaction and how they would behave around her (I think they are kind of dorks and this would piss captain and first mate, but at the end they would be happy to see the 3 of them together).

I hope it's not too much. If you don't write about poly, it could be alright some general hc's of them in a relationship with female s/o separately.

Thank you if you'll write it!!

Shared Love

Hello :) ! This was a little different request - because I never wrote a one shot/story with a poly-relationship. Hope this is okay.. if not, then please let me know. I would like to improve my writing and learn about different kinds of relationships.

Also, was this really canon? I understood that they both had interest in the same girl and they became friends because of the chili incident? (just asking, no hate! I really understood it that way :) would be cool either way.) Hope you guys enjoy this!

- Kid x reader x Killer - 2,101 words - bar fight, mention of rape, NSFW, threesome

The night was still young and the alcohol was served slowly in this bar. It was filled with new pirate crews and old adventurers. But they all had one thing in common: they were horny. You were never alone this evening because every 5 minutes, a new man would stand by your side to try and get your attention. You were dressed in a very tight leather outfit, a dangerously short skirt and a stomach-free top, which pushed your breasts up way too high. The skirt had a high cut on its side and revealed the knife on your thigh, which you always carried with you. The fishnet stockings and the high heels made you look even more badass. This was usually not your everyday look but you've lost a bet with Heat, which is why he forced you into this outfit and even did your hair and make-up, flawlessly. You reminded yourself to hire him for your wedding, if you would ever have one. Your usual shirt and trouser combo has been thrown away, which is why you ended up here in the bar to drink your pain away. Especially because this bra pushed up your whole chest and it felt like your breasts were about to touch your chin. The eighth guy dared to try to make you dance with him, while number 3 and 6 were still buying you drinks and trying their best to get you to talk with them. "Guys, please.. I am really not the right woman for you." "Are you seeing someone?" - "Who is it? I will kill him and make you the happiest woman on the seas!" "You should really consider leaving..", you warned them and felt that you were already a little more than just tipsy. "Don't try to play innocent. If you would have a boyfriend, you wouldn't be here by yourself.", number 6 dared to come closer and he put his fingers on the outside of your thigh. Number 3 even went a step ahead and placed his hand right at your butt, squeezing it slightly once. In the next second, he screamed. A painful sound appeared next to you and when you turned around to see what was going on, you saw number 3 kneeing down to the floor, holding his hand on his shoulder where his other arm was supposed to be. The knife suddenly went back to the other side of the room and Kid grabbed it when it stopped right in front of him. Kid had just amputated that man's arm. There was no regret in his eyes and you loved him for it. You never liked it when someone was suffering, except when they deserved it. And these men were just about to use their chance to probably rape you just because you were drunk. If it hadn't been you, it might have been someone else. They deserved it. Before you could get off the chair, Killer appeared right behind you and put his arm around your waist, lifting you up softly. You put your arm around his neck and your legs around his hips, holding yourself up carefully. "Are you alright?", he asked through his mask and checked you immediately. A quick nod followed at this question and before Killer turned to leave, he grabbed number six's hand and broke his fingers with only one squeeze. "Now we can leave." He turned away and you looked back to these men. One was already aswoon, receiving some help, while the other began screaming in pain. No one dared to say something or fight them. Especially not because the whole Kid's crew was already in the club, making sure that no one touched you or any other crew member. -- Killer placed you softly onto the bed and you laid down, stretching your body easily and relaxing on the soft mattress. You insisted on sleeping here since you found out how comfortable Kid's bed was and he didn't mind. It was big enough for three people, which is why the three of you usually slept in here. "Is she hurt?", Kid raised an eyebrow and eyed you carefully. Now that he had calmed down, he was ready to inspect your outfit. It was unusual to see you in these clothes but he had heard of the bet with Heat. But that is only because he forced Heat to make a bet with you. "No.. She's actually wearing it. I cannot believe you managed it..", Killer shook his head and took off his jacket before he sat down next to you onto the bed. "I told you that

she'd look fucking hot in those fishnets. I just didn't expect her to be this drunk.", Kid went into the bathroom to wash his knife after tonight's events. "You guys are mean.", you pouted and Killer chuckled a bit, stroking your hair back softly. You grabbed his loose shirt and pulled him closer until he was leaning slightly over you. "(Y/N), you're drunk.. I wouldn't -" "Shh..", you stopped him from saying another word and stroked his hair back carefully. Then you placed your hands on his mask and waited for him to stop you but he didn't. You were always careful with his mask but you knew that he trusted you and you loved him for it. You took it off carefully before placing it to the side and kissing the few places softly, where the mask had been pressing on his skin too hard. When you felt his muscles relaxing a bit, he leaned forward and kissed you. First softly but then very passionately. Claiming your mouth with his tongue and owning you completely for a second, Killer stroked his left hand down your free stomach and went behind your back. He pulled you softly to the side, to make you lean towards him. Kid decided to join you and laid down behind you. His hand wandered all over your body, while Killer didn't let go of you and continued kissing you more and more intensely. Both their bodies were pressed against yours and you could clearly feel both their erections already pressing against your body. Kid's hand wandered down to the front of your skirt and his fingers immediately found their way to your warmth. A shiver went down your body when he began stroking you and pressing his hips against your butt. Killer didn't let his best friend work on his own. He pulled down your top, exposing your breasts as he began to massage one right away. Your breathing became heavy as both of them were focusing on only you. The three of you barely had a chance to enjoy a night altogether, which is why this excited you even more now. You loved both of them and hated to choose one of them every night and finally you could stay here together. When Kid slid his fingers inside you, you gasped into Killer's kiss and he smirked against your lips. Both of them enjoyed teasing and pleasuring you and it always surprised you how good they were working as a team. Killer let go of your lips for a moment and leaned down to your breasts. His focus switched to the one, which he hasn't paid any attention to yet and began sucking it. First very slowly but when you started to moan softly, he became very needy. Without knowing why, Kid suddenly pushed you on top of Killer and you found yourself laying on top of him. "What was that for?", you looked back in surprise to Kid and gasped unexpectedly. Killer bit your neck teasingly and had managed to open his trousers, while you were not paying any attention. His erection was pressed against your warmth and Kid reached to your sides, ripping off the panties and pulling up your skirt for Killer. Kid crawled up behind you, took his flesh arm around you, and began stroking your clit again, while Killer was positioning himself below you. You held yourself up on Kid's metal arm and leaned with your back against his torso, trying not to cum already by these simple touches. When Killer began thrusting inside of you, Kid's metallic arm went immediately around your waist to hold you in that position and his flesh hand grabbed your throat, choking you carefully. Killers thumb immediately replaced Kid's fingers on your clit and he thrust into you faster. His eyes went up to yours, locking for a moment until you couldn't stand the pleasure any longer. You closed your eyes and breathed heavily, feeling your orgasm building up already. "Be a good girl. Cum for us.", Kid whispered into your ear and forced you to look at him. This time, he pressed his lips onto yours, not giving you a chance to back away. He ignored how you tried to catch a breath and enjoyed the moans you offered him in the kiss. Hearing how Killer was breathing heavier suddenly too, Kid stopped the kiss and pressed your head

against his chest again. "Scream his name, (Y/N)!", Kid commanded and bit your neck on one side harshly, marking you as his'. "K-Killer!", you screamed when you felt your orgasm releasing itself, almost at the same time as Killer's. He filled you up from deep within, pushing hard into you for the last few drops left. Kid let go of you after a few seconds and pushed you down onto Killer, who immediately pulled you close to him. The kiss was deep and full of lust. Grateful to share this moment together and experience this way of love. When you suddenly felt how Kid positioned himself behind you after Killer pulled out, you looked back to him and tried to stand up. But Killer held you down. "I should clean myself for-" "It's alright.", Kid smirked and didn't let a single drop hinder him from enjoying your current warmth. Without a warning, he entered you fully from behind and grabbed your hips harshly. The first thrusts were slow and patient. Killer began kissing you again and gave you a break to breathe right after. His lips found their way to the other side of the neck, which Kid didn't mark as his' yet. That's where he chose to leave a sign of him owning you as well. You grabbed the pillow below Killer with both hands, arching your back to give Kid more way to enter you and he used that chance instantly. The next thrusts were deep and hard, much harder than Killer's. He slammed right into you, grabbing your nape from behind to hold himself onto you. Feeling Killer's member stroking against your clit and one of his hands massaging your breast, while he sucked on your neck, sped up the process for another orgasm. "Say his name, love.", Killer smirked and took his arms around your waist, keeping you in that position so you wouldn't lean too much forward, helping Kid to slam easier into you. Breathing heavily, you thought that you couldn't manage it but you did, "Kid!!" You came before him, way too early. It felt like pure torture to ride out your orgasm for so long until Kid came as well but it felt amazing too. The last thrusts were the hardest he had ever done and the slaps he offered to ride it out, made it feel even better. -- The next morning was way too chaotic. You were barely able to move but managed to find your seat on Kid's lap at the table. A few unknown women had joined the crew for breakfast but this was nothing unusual. The crew made a pact, to always invite the whore for a meal right after sex, just for the entertainment to see, who could walk right after and who couldn't. Even now, they were eyeing you carefully but they didn't see anything because they finally understood that they were better off to keep quiet than to comment. When they all realized that you were dating Kid and Killer, they weren't sure if you were really smart or really stupid but they were happy as long as Kid wasn't killing anyone on the ship. I would say, that I am really lucky. Killer handed you a cup of coffee and let you stretch out your legs on his lap. Kid was barely awake and he didn't even want to wake up yet but Killer's rarely cooked any bacon and there was no way he would miss out on that. He even stole a few from your plate.

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boxofbadaddiction · 4 years

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Nothing's More Important Than Quidditch

Fred Weasley x Reader

Warnings: Some Swearing. Highly Suggestive. Someone gets hurt.

This story is inspired from a request of my F.R.I.E.N.D.S Themed Prompt List.

Using Prompts two and three: "OH...MY...GOOOOD!"/"MY EYES! MY EEYEES!"

Fred and George Weasley were men of simple tastes. They liked pranks, food and Quidditch. Though if you were to ask Fred he would argue that there were nothing more important than Quidditch.

He'd never missed a game. Never missed a practice, and had been able to afford it he'd never miss a Cup. So that being said, you can imagine how shocked his team were when he told them he wasn't feeling well enough to train tonight.

"You're dying aren't you?"

"What? No, Lee. I'm not dying!"

"Then I'm sorry I mustn't have heard right when, the Fredrick Gideon Weasley, just said he wasn't well enough to play Quidditch?"

"Piss off."

It was Sunday lunch in the Great Hall and Angelina had the whole Gryffindor team huddled together. She was discussing her newest game strategies when Fred spoke abruptly, all eyes bulging at his words. Expressions a mixture of confusion and concern. Fred never. Missed. A. Game.

"Hey!" [Y/N] had arrived and happily sat her self amongst her close group of friends. "What's with the faces?" Her brows furrowed as she filled a Goblet with her favourite drink.

"Fred says he's not training Tonight." Angelina answered, still gawking at the Redhead in question.

[Y/N] choked on her drink. "He's what!?" She coughed, hand on her chest in shock.

"It's not a big deal!" Fred groaned. "I've just got one cracker of a headache. Need to sleep it off and I'll be right as rain." He forced a smile, though to the group it appeared more as a painful grimace.

"Well, I do hope you feel better." [Y/N] leant over the table, placing her hand atop of his to offer some comfort with a reassuring smile. "What about the rest of you?" She straightened herself, taking a pastry from the bowl infront of them as she did so.

"We're still training" George replied, "Not all of us roll over because of a wittle headache" he pouted at his brother, trying to stir him up. Fred retaliated, through the light laughter of his friends, by throwing a bread roll at his brother.

"Coming to watch, [Y/N]?" George spoke, still laughing as he brushed crumbs from his clothes.

"Afraid I can't, tonight."

"What!?" Lee groaned, "come on! I'm going!"

"Yes, well as tempting as it may be to spend more time by your side Lee", she leant into him with doey eyes batting her eyelashes flirtatiously, hands cupping his bicep. Returning to her previous position she continued, "I have so much Homework to do it's not funny. I'll find myself joining the next Headless Hunt if I don't hand Snape his Most Potent Poisons Assessment tomorrow."

"Barrell of fun you two are, today" George rolled his eyes.

"Right, well the rest of you. We've got training to do!" Angelina stood, gesturing for the Quidditch team to follow. Somewhat begrudgingly, with various disapproving moans escaping their lips, they made for the Pitch.

"Positive you'll be okay, Freddie?" George lagged behind in a final ditch effort to convince his brother to join them. "You could always just watch from the stands."

"I'm positive, Georgie. I'm just not right at the moment."

"Do you want me to stay? I will if that's what you'd prefer..."

"Who are you? Mum now?" Fred joked "Get out of here you sap!" He waved his arm as if trying to shoo him from the hall.

"Don't worry, George. I'll look after him" [Y/N] assured.

"Such a faithful little bestie you are." He said while ruffling her hair. "Alright then, see you two in a couple hours" he waved to them as he ran to catch up with his team.

"Come on you. Let's get you to bed." [Y/N] spoke to Fred and they made their way to the common room.

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So much for a couple hours. Mere forty minutes later saw the same team arriving back through the Fat Lady.

"How was I supposed to know she was right behind me!?" George complained loudly, followed closely into the room by the light giggles of Lee and Harry. No such laughter, however, could be heard from the mouth of the Gryffindor Captain.

"A concussion George! You gave Katie a concussion!" She was near shouting at the boy.

"I SAID I WAS SORRY! I didn't see her!" He threw his arms up in defence. "Pomfrey says she'll be right in a few days, what's the fuss?"

"The fuss, George, is that we just lost a whole night's training! You're just lucky our next game isn't for another fortnight, Weasley. I have to take Katie some things for her stay in the Hospital Wing, YOU! had better think fast about how to make this up to her." With a final menacing point of her finger Angelina stormed off towards the dormitory she shared with Katie.

"Should we check on Fred?" Lee spoke to break the guilty silence.

"Yeah, hey - don't forget to tell him how his Golden Boy brother sent our best chaser to the infirmary!" Harry goaded making his way over to Hermione and Ron by the fire.

"Little prat" George grumbled as he and Lee made their way to the dormitory. Lee was laughing hard at his friends remark."He doesn't watch it he won't be 'The Boy who lived' for much longer. Might pick up where You-Know-Who left off." George went on as he leant his back against the door, pushing it open as his hand twisted the door knob. Lee's laughter only increased.

"I'd like to see you- OH...MY...GOOOOD!!" laughter and smiles faded instantly as his eyes fell on the tangled mess of sheets and the bodies of his two close friends in place of where Fred should have been resting.

The sudden exclamations catching the attention of [Y/N] and Fred, their eyes shooting directly across the, should have been empty, bedroom.

"SHIT!" Fred yelled as he pulled off of [Y/N] and covered her with his blanket. "YOU WEREN'T MEANT TO BE BACK FOR A COUPLE HOURS!"

"MY EYES! MY EEYYEES!!" George screamed dramatically. Turning away from the scene he covered his face by his hands, desperately trying to lose the imagine of his brothers and best friends mostly naked bodies.

"It's not what you think!" [Y/N] began, throwing Fred's jumper on over her head which could very well have been a dress on her. She stood, tugging at the material willing it to stay in place before fixing her hair.

"It doesn't look like you were napping!" Lee snapped sarcastically, "nor does it look much like a POTIONS ASSIGNMENT!"

"[Y/N]" George began, not turning to face the two - rather speaking to the ceiling as his back faced them. "I know you said you'd look after my brother but MERLIN I should have laid out some guidelines, that is not how you handle a headache."

Fred had put on a pair of trousers and a singlet and quickly made his way to stand infront of the two boys, arms out pleadingly, "I know you're both a little shocked right now and this is going to take some time to process but for the love of GODRICK!" He clenched his teeth and spoke in a low growl, "would you keep your voices down before the entire bloody common room hears yo-"

"WHAT'S GOING ON!?" Ron had burst through the door. "Oh God" Fred groaned throwing his head back walking away from the door.

"We heard shouting, is everything okay?" Hermione asked frantic, as Harry followed her in.

"Yes, Hermione everything's fine -" [Y/N] went to explain.

"NO!" Lee interrupted "NO! THEY'RE DOING IT!" He screamed pointing his finger accusingly at the two red-faced teens. Harrys eyes were wide with shock.

"It's not what you all think! Please just listen to me..." Fred begged as [Y/N] stood beside him. Looking to one another defeatedly.

Everyone, aside from George, turned to face them. Awaiting the explanation as to why these two had been...doing what they were.

"Uhmmm..." seeing the group stare before him suddenly ran Freds mind blank. "This isn't the first time this has happened. Actually it happens a lot." Not the best opener. The group grimaced, looking very uncomfortable at their friends confession. [Y/N] dropped her head into her hand. "What I mean is" he tried to recover, "this isn't a one time deal. We're not just fooling around, we're..." the words caught in his throat.

What were they? A couple? Was he wrong and they were just friends with benefits? What was this?

They looked at one another, Fred's eyes searching [Y/N]'s face for the answer. She smiled, grabbing his hand gently.

"We're together" she spoke. Eyes not leaving Fred.

"That's great and all. But this is still traumatising." Lee deadpanned as he gestured between the couple and Fred's bed.

George cleared his throat, "umm, yeah. I'm really happy for you two."

"That'd be more convincing, had you actually said it to us rather than the wall." [Y/N] laughed. Fred threw his arm over her shoulders, pulling her into his chest. Georges head turned slightly, eyeing the two in his peripheral before shutting his eyes tightly. Trying to muster the courage. "Yeah, sorry bout that just...it may be difficult to look at you the same for a while. I saw a lot more than I'd had like to." Everyone laughed at the comment. The light atmosphere helping him to relax a bit he turned to face them. Even if his eyes fixed to anything but them.

"Wait a minute." Harrys laughter had stopped completely. "Did you two plan this whole thing?"

"I guarantee we never planned on getting caught" Fred replied.

Rolling his eyes Harry continued "ditching practice I mean."

Lee and George both looked at each other before slowly turning to glare at the couple.

"Well. Yeah" [Y/N] answered.

A slow clap started to sound throughout the room as Lee and George mockingly applauded the two. "Well done. Truly you two that was quite the convincing performance." George smirked. "Honestly, [Y/N], that spit take really sold the whole thing. Couldn't have done better myself." Lee nodded as she playfully curtsied with her hand on the seam of Fred's jumper.

"WELL!" Lee clapped once loudly, rubbing his hands together. "This calls for a celebration. Shall we?" He bowed to the door, ushering everyone from the room.

"Ummm Lee. Mind if I put some pants on first?"

"If you-OH! right. Yeah. Meet you two down there!" He was the last to leave, closing the door with a quick wink.

Fred and [Y/N] looked shyly back to one another before breaking into fits of side splitting laughter. Fred wrapping his arms around her waist as they calmed down.

"So...we're together, huh?" He grinned resting their foreheads against one another.

"Only if that's what you want." [Y/N] placed her hands on his chest, eyes nervously searching his.

"That's all I've ever wanted" he moved a hand to the back of her neck, pulling her lips into his. Kissing her like he never had before.

Fred and George Weasley were simple men. They liked pranks, food and Quidditch. Though if you were to ask Fred, he would argue there were nothing more important than Quidditch. Well...maybe one thing.

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kaz11283 · 3 years

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Only One God For Me

(Part 2 of Love Never Wins)

SUMMARY: After blowing up at him afyer weeks of hiding out you challenge Loki to hand to hand. Blowing up might have been the best thing, it could help you let off that frustration you had built up.

Characters: Nat, Clint, Thor, Loki, avengers on the side line.

(Loki x you, clint x you, Thor x you, Nat x you)

ANNOUNCEMENT: I didnt know how much part 1 was going to be but I am forever greatful in this amazing community! Thank you guys SO much! Check out my other stuff too if you like this. As always reblog, ask, comment, and like! After I finish up here I'll be back to writing for Fire and Ice. Thank you again so SO much for everything! 💚💚💚

Loki Master List

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You and Nat were standing at one end of the training area as Loki walked in. You glanced up from Nat wrapping your hands and noticed he was wearing his normal traing gear. Plain leather black pants with a dark green Henley, his hands already wrapped.

"Focus, your getting distracted." She said yanking on one of the straps.

"Ow. I cant help it Nat, we went from cant keep our hands away from each other to literally fist fighting each other. Ya know this is normally frowned upon is normal society." You streched your fingers out and balled them back up streching out the gloves a little.

"Hunny, even in a perfect world were anything but normal. I mean for god sakes your fighting a literal god. You remember what I taught you. Right?" She asked looking almost terrified for me.

"Yes mother, I havent forgotten. This is gonna be a piece of cake." Inside you were freaking out. You normally was in a very high spot with your bow or normally trying to break into the computers. You wasnt normally in hand to hand combat, but you were smarter than to think you would never need it.

You turned shaking you head and putting the mouth piece in your mouth. Hitting you fist together jumping back and forth getting ready. Loki just stood there smirking. You was gonna smack that smirk off his face.

"Hey sis, Im not saying you cant beat him just be careful. He throws a nasty left hook." Clint said munching on some chips."Thanks, Hawk. Mind explaining why the rest of the team is here?" You mumbled around the mouth piece.

"Thor, definitely Thor." He said walking back to the small group that gathered.

"Sweetheart. Are we gonna fight or are you just gonna stand there chit chatting?" He called across the mat.

"I'm coming." You walked across the mat to the center. Someone hit a bell signaling for the fight to start and he jumped toward you. You dodged his first attemped and circled him slowly. You could read his every move, read where he was going next.

You took a defence stance that Nat had taught you from your training before he lunged again. This time you managed to upper cut him in the side knocking some of the wind from him.

"Oh you little minx. I figured I would take it easy on you but we can play your way also." This time he took a step back centering himself. Looking up you noticed he had a dangerous look in his eye.

"I didnt invite you here to take it easy on me, I invited you because you dont take anything serious. Because if someone like me can beat you in hand to hand then anyone can." You stepped closer to him gauging what move you was going to make next.

He dropped down to the mat attempting to sweep your legs out from under you, he missed one but caught the other causing you to fall. He jumped on top of you pinning your hands above your head. "Now this positions brings back memories." He whispered to you causing your face to turn bring red. You brought your leg up able to wrap it around his waist and slammed him back down to the mat gaining some advantage.

"This one also." He smirked. You raised your fist above you aiming for his face. Whem you brought it down he moved his head causing you to miss. It felt like forever that you were both on the mat neither one gaining aginst the other. A busted lip here a bloody nose there. When the bell rang for a break Nat was in your corner with Clint offering you some water and a rag ti wipe the blood off.

"Sis, I'm try in real hard not to grab an arrow and stabe him with it." Clint said from one side. You could see anger in his eyes.

"Hawk, its fine. Given the circumstance its all good. Its just training in a matter of speaking. Anger is mostly wunning but I got this. I was trained by the best. I'm not even tired." You took another drink of water before going back out to the mat.

"This is fun. I have never seen my brother trying harder to win anything in his life." Thor shouted across the room. "Lady y/n is quite good at sparing. We must fight sometime." Thor laughed.

A few more rounds when and you could feel the weight of the afternoon but you wasjt about to simply throw in the towel just yet. You knew you could get the best of him. You had thrown him back on the mat then he took his feet placing them on your chest shoving you off of him. Before you knew it you were surrounded by multipuls of him.

"Loki we agreed no sedair! This is cheating!" You yelled at them.

"God of Mischief and lies sweetheart. Besides we're in weird predicaments all the time. You said so yourself. Tell you what. You find the real me and I'll forfeit." One of the clones said. You stood up in the middle of them all focusing everything you had on concentrating, ignoring Clint yelling in the background and the rest of the group shouting.

You opened your eyes zeroing in on one closest to you and walked up to him.

"Are you sure your right about this decision?" It mocked.

"Yeah. I think I am." You brought the ball of yoyr fist up crashing it into Loki's nose. The rest of the clones disappered as he fell to his knees in front of you. "You are a complete and utter asshole Loki Odinson. I hope that it messes with you for a while that you got beat by a mortal." You started unwrapping your gloves as you walked away.

Over the next few weeks you avoided every living space in the tower that you knew he would be in. It had truly hurt you that he had cheated during the fight. You still couldnt understand how just months before you couldn't keep your hands off of each other now you were both avoiding each other like the plague.

"Miss y/n. Team has a mission. Tony wants everyone in the confrence room dressed and ready in 15 minutes." JARVIS called pausing your movie. With a roll of your eyes you walked to your bedroom to start getting ready. Pulling out your tight skinny jeans a black tank top and your zip up hoodie you French braided your hair and grabbed your bow case before heading down.

The rest of the team was gathered when you walked in and placed your case on the table opening it up to make sure everything was right. Streching out the strings and making sure the sights were spot on aiming them to the other side of the room where Loki stood.

"It would be more effecitve if you had an arrow." Clint whispered next to you.

"Shut up, I'm just making sure everything is right." You put it back down in the case and started going over your arrows.

"You realize we have a place you can put that when your not using it." Tony said walking around you.

"Right up your ass if you suggest that again." You laughed putting everything back up.

"Love the enthusiasm kid." Tony laughed walking to the front of the table.

"Ok Team, going to be a long few days for us. Just got some Intel about a caravan carrying some explosives across the Scandinavian border. Gonna have to divide into teams for this one. Hawk, Nat, Strange, Rodgers, Bruce, and Thor you'll be starting at the meeting point and working your way toward us. The rest is with me." Tony pulled a map up on the big screen showing where you wwre going.

"Oh come on, why cant I be with the A team?" You asked with a groan.

"Sorry kid, gotta divide it up right. One god for each, one Archer. Only fair. And even if you two hate each other you guys work good together." Tony shrugged.

"Yeah sorry kid." Clint laughed.

"Hey I'm a full three minutes older that you. Probably explains why I'm better. Whatever. I'll go pack my stuff." You huffed standing up.

The next two hours seems to drag by, it was freezing here. You was just ready to get this over with so that you could go back home and relax in a nice warm bath, you pulled your jacket tighter aginst you.

"I've told you many times that you should start wearing the uniform that they gave you. You'll freeze to death one day." Loki said taking off his cloak and putting it around your shoulders.

"Thanks, but I'm still pissed at you." You hugged it closer. "I hate the whole uniform thing. To tight to revealing."

Another few minutes pass before Tony gives everyone the heads up that your about to be over the caravan. Figuring you were warm enough you took the cloak off and handed it back to him. "You may still be pissed at me but I do still care very deeply for you y/n. I was an idiot for everything." He took it and wrapped it around his shoulders. When his fingers grazed yours there was a surge that went through you.

"Give me time. You really hurt me, not just by breaking up with me but by lying to me during training. Good luck out there God of Mischief."

"Tony, your gonna have to get lower i cant get a clear shot on the driver!" You yelled over the wind whipping around your face. About that time a diffrent arrow shot through gettkng the driver in the side causing the vehicle to completly stop.

"Gotta be faster than that sis. One for me." Clint laughed over the com.

"You are my least favorite person right now Hawk." You mumbled. Tony brought the Quinn Jet down so your team could spread out.

"That is truly saying something my dear." Lokis smooth voice said in your ear.

"You gave me your cloak to keep me warm. Gave you a fell points." You pulled back again and shot it through the truck behind the first hitting the driver in the head. "Got one, Hawk, your next."

"Can we cut the chatter. Got alot going on in the sky at the moment." Tony said. Youbcould here something firing above you looking up you could see Tony being followed by a jet firing at him. "Need some back up guys. Twins. Anyone."

"Hawk. I need a Boom Boom stick." You met him in the middle of the road.

"I really wish you wouldnt call them that." He said handing you one. You both pulled your bows back and aimed. "Heads or tails?"

"I like the tails." You let go of the sting and watched as the jet exploded.

"I think she can call them whatever she wants as long as she keeps doing a good job keeping bogies off my ass." Tony yelled over the coms.

"I hate this. I cant see shit down here." You yelled over to Clint. "I gotta get higher." You looked around eyeballing the turnes over truck. You threw the bow across your back and started climbing up the truck. Shots rang around you one grazing your side, before it had started it was like it stopped looking behind you you noticed Loki with his daggers in his hands.

"You need to pay more attention y/n." He scolded you.

"Why pay attention when I have someone keeping an eye out for me." You smiled.

"Oh darling Im doing more than just keeping an eye out." After everything that ass had done to you he was flirting FLIRTING with you.

"Y/N! No. More. Gods." Clint yelled. From here you could see everything going on. Nat fighting two men, you took one out easily from your spot. She shot you a thumbs up. Bruce had hulked out throwing things everywhere, multiple times you had to dodge something flying your way. The fight was almost over when you glanced behind you noticing four men backing Loki aginst a turned over car.

His hands were up as if in surrender. "Loki why arent you using your sedair?" You mumbled pulling the bow back.

"Well darling you could say that I am in on of those weird predicaments. I've exahusted alot of my power down here." His back was aginst the truck now.

"Could let him get beat up." Clint pipped in as you shot one of your last arrows though two of the guys standing there. You watched Loki easily take out the other two.

"Told you Hawk, I'm not like that." You smiled walking over to Loki. "Although you could use a little practice in hand to hand, dont you agree?"

"Only if your the one practicing with me he smailed down at you.

"Ugh! Y/n! No mo-" Clint started before you pulled the com from your ear.

"Only one God for me." You leaned up kissing Loki on the cheek.

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🐟🐠🐡Yan!Aquaman🦈🦀🦐:

Tw: Unhealthy relationship - Manipulation - threats.

A - First impression: After he revoked the throne, and left it at the care of his brother. Arthur forged the others, a group whose job is to secure the Dead King's Atlantean Weapons.

One of them was you, a seer (Mera's advisor/friend) and a strategist with incredible insight and innate combat skills. With each journey, you began forming bonds with everyone - especially Arthur.

To say the least, He was incredulous to see that a human like you -who seemed so private and stoic- was altruistic enough to give your share of food to a starved animal. Form that incident, Arthur has put an effort to get to know you better out of your line of work.

Frankly! He enjoyed spending time with you. Someone who put a value between wisdom and altruism. Truly, one of a kind you are! A trait of a befitting queen he thought. Thus, that initiated respect evolved into something else! Something strong,smothering, and addictive.

A - Infatuation: The day you left is the day you took his heart with you. After Arthur defeated Orm and took his throne from him, he restored Atlantis.

At the expense of you leaving him, to seek your own fate. On the outside, he seems okay(to assure his people). However, he's a an utter mess in the inside. Heartbroken, he contemplated whether to get you or not.

Why did you leave? He could've given you position in his kingdom? You only need to ask. Plus, then there he could keep you safe and well from harm's way. Or even better for him, rule beside him as a queen.

You had had proven yourself countless times with your valour that puts the bravest of lions to shame, along with your wisdom that is equal to Neptune himself.

Alas, as years bypassed. Arthur buried his ceaseless affection for you, but they're not forgotten only dormant.

Colour him surprised, when he descried a familiar black clock in the recent JS meeting. The fates that once tore both of you apart , is now connecting you and him again.

This is his calling to take you, unlike last time where you left him grieving at the absence of your guiding light. To take you back to Atlantis, so you could both wed and begin your coronation as the Queen of Atlantis.

Yandere type: Possessive,Overprotective,Obsessive.

His parents death effected him deeply, especially his father who he thought was murdered. The idea of seeing his love mangled and bleeding on floor, both angers and terrifies him.

So, the first thing when you get to Atlantis is to tighten your bonds with him by marrying him. There's no ifs or buts,you will marry him end of discussion (whether willingly or not, doesn't matter. The end result are the same).

No one is allowed to see you, but only a trusted few (Mera/other JS members) and even then they'll be heavily monitored by Arthur or his royal guards(if he isn't available, which is very scarce). No one dares to hurt his queen, and get away unscathed!

The first few weeks, Arthur will let you settle down and get acquainted with your prison kingdom and won't bother you much.

As time goes, he will be overbearing and quite demanding of you. Either, for your people / his / or your own sake. He'll treat you like the valuable gem you are; as long as you comply, be understanding and affectionate with him.

Arthur will give the whole ocean to see you smile, as your smile is his beacon of light that kills his darkness. You will be drenched with the finest clothes - made of rare gems/pearls - Atlantis could offer and if you didn't like, it he'll rearrange it your liking.

However....

He could be generous in an alternative way, especially if it required a bed. You'll never be dissatisfied as your pleasure is on his top priorities.🤤

A - Method of stalking and the frequency of it?

It depends, if it is in the journey then expect a few times. But, if s/o is married to him none (unless, you're acting a tad bit suspicious). Pretty much anywhere near a sea creature, you're being watched and reported to Arthur via his ability to communicate with creatures of the sea.

A - How do they treat their s/o?

Honestly, I picture him as soft(unlike Orm) yet strict yandere. He will never ever harm his s/o physically, but if had to he will hold his s/o's family as leverage for crimes they haven't commited or for treason against Atlantis. Propaganda is a puissant tool for the fools to believe and for the high to abuse.

Also, he strives for perfection from himself and his darling. So, darling will have to master royal etiquette, gestures, and many more. Any mistake is not acceptable, so the darling most likely will be worked day and night to perfect said gestures who will be overwatched by Arthur.

A - Nicknames: Love - My Queen- Darling. Other endearing names that are symbols for something good, ex: Angelfish (relating to angelic realms or angels) - Starfish etc....

Punishments:

Propaganda: The last resort he'll go through to get you, Arthur is desperate enough to poison his own people and Justice League with plucky lies. Those lies are made with precision, to paint you as immoral person that seeks to destroy a kind man who gifted you with everything he had. Yet, you tried to take advantage of him. Anyway, your fellow people will ostracize you and will give you back to Arthur any chance they've got. Afterall, they'd rather die than piss the guy who controls and rule the ocean.

Revoking: Well, as much as its saddens him not to spoil his darling. He has to revoke your privilege, as to discourage you from disobeying or escaping. The more you disobey, the more the privilege are taken. Until, you're sleeping on a bedrock and a room that hasn't been cleaned for years. That ought to teach you to be more grateful!

Scare Tactics: If guilt tripping didn't work, he'll be utilizing this. Whether, threatening you with holding your family hostage. Or, whispers about accusing your nation against Atlantis and initiating war that will cause immeasurable deaths because you're selfish to abandon him. In any ways, it won't end up gracefully for you as it might turn his honeyed cruel words into actions.

Guilt Tripping: Arthur will bring his unpalatable background, to make you sympathise with him and feel guilty about leaving him. How could you leave a man whose parents were murdered, by his half-brother and the other by a mercenary. Have you no empathy that you'll leave a torn man in dust, to pursue your own indulgence and pleasure at the expense of his happiness?

In Conclusion:

Arthur is soft possesive, obsessive, and overprotective yandere. One of the best to be with, comparing to other Justice League members *Cough* Hal / Diana *Cough*.

Due to his childhood, he lived most of his alone and misunderstood. Only his friends, understood and care for him. So, when he saw the underlying shine of s/o kindness and desire to understand. He desired parlously to achieve you, as you personify his ideals and why he loves humanity as much as the sea.

As long as you don't escape and disobey, you're free to do whatever your wishes and whims desire to do. Afterall, it's your shared kingdom with your husband.

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yeonjunsgoodgirl · 3 years

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Eclipse

Chapter two:lunch

Tamaki x reader

Attention: this isn't a one-shot, but a story with chapters. I'll post one chapter every week!

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«What happened? You were late.» asked Shoto at the end of the training.

«I just...bumped into a senior.» she answered, grabbing the suitcase, still a little lost in her thoughts. She couldn't focus during the training, too lost thinking about that guy, Tamaki. He was a little weird, but he caught her attention. His face with red cheeks was too cute and wasn't planning to leave her mind so soon. Aizawa and her classmates were quite worried during the lesson, noticing how many silly mistakes she had made just because of distraction. Mistakes she'd have never made.

«You're not feeling well, Y/N? Few days and there'll be the festival! You should be ready!» Kaminari asked, placing his right hand on her shoulder. His tone was kinda worried.

«I just couldn't focus today, I'm sorry guys.» she said quite embarrassed. «I think today's not the day. It happens, right?»

Everyone nodded taking a breath of relief, except for Bakugou who just stared at her. They met just few months ago, but he was sure enough to affirm she was lying.

He'd always asked to himself the reason why he could stand that girl, but not her brother. Eventually he got an answer: her personality was more similar to shitty hair's one. Positive and bright exactly like Kirishima. He could say that she pissed him off in a different way.

«Come with me.» he said rudely, grabbing her arm and pulling her along with him in the school's hallway.

«Hey Bakugou-»

«Shut up half and half brat.» he cut her off quickly.

«Where are you- Bakugou!» Kirishima called him confused.

The explosive blond boy rolled his eyes, pissed off. «SHUT THE FUCK UP EXTRA, STOP BREAKING MY BALLS I NEED TO TALK WITH THIS BRAT.»

«Stop calling me brat!»

Bakugou jerked her arm in order to pull her with him. The boy walked far enough not to let their mates to hear them.

«So?» he said, staring at her. His arms crossed against his chest.

«So what? You should tell me, since you're the one who pulled me here!»

«Huh? You're the one who's lying to everyone here!» he said with high voice. «'Today's not the day' isn't a good reason not to do your best! When you'll be a pro-hero? You won't save citizens because you're not in the mood?!»

«I-I...»

«I don't wanna hear a word coming out of that fucking mouth if it's not the truth.» he said seriously.

«It's just... I bumped into a boy before and he was-»

«Hold on, if the reason is a boy, I do not give a fuck.» he said suddenly, walking away and leaving her shocked.

«You asked!»

«Thinking it was something different. I don't have fucking time for a fucking high school crush!»

«You- fucking fuckhead!» exclaimed Y/N, slamming her foot on the floor frustrated.

Why did he asked if he wasn't interested?!

«Something wrong?»

Y/N turned immediately hearing a voice behind her. She froze the moment she noticed it was Mirio, along with Tamaki and a girl with light blue hair. «Mirio senpai! I-it's ok, just my problematic classmate, he headed me here and he...left.» she said, noticing she was almost on the other side of the school, the third year hallway. So were Tamaki a third-year student?

«Yeah I see.» Mirio laughed.

«T-Tamaki senpai!» she exclaimed, maybe a little too high. «I-I'm sorry about what happened before... M-may I offer you l-lunch?»

Her face was hot, she could feel it, in fact she was trying to lower her temperature through her quirk. Why was she so nervous?

Before Tamaki could get the chance to answer, Mirio pushed him towards Y/N with the other girl's help and greeted him. The boy stared at his friends shocked and speechless for what they had just done.

«Oh I never introduced myself... I'm Todoroki Y/N.» she said, tapping at his shoulder to catch his attention.

«I-I'm Tamaki A-Amajiki...» he said avoiding her gaze and blushing. «You don't have to...»

«Just want to make it up for before. L-let's go?»

Tamaki started walking in silence, his hands into his pockets and eyes glued on the floor.

Y/N looked at him with the corner of her eye, not knowing what to say. The silence was kinda embarrassing. Once they arrived in the cafeteria, Y/N bought the lunch for both of them. Sitting at the same table caught lots of curious eyes which were glued on them: a third-year and a first-year together.

«Am I making you feel uncomfortable?» she asked grabbing her chopstick and waiting before eating her soba.

Tamaki looked at his food, playing with his hands under the table. Imagining a potato wasn't working. «N-not exactly...I'm not an extrovert person, t-that's it. I'm always l-like this when I'm w-with someone new...»

«Oh...I'm so sorry, if you prefer having lunch with your friends-»

«No!» he widened his eyes, realizing he used too much emphasize. «I-I can stay...»

«You sure?»

«Y-Yeah...»

Time passed, and almost at the end of the lunch, Y/N noticed Tamaki was more relaxed in her presence. But she didn't miss the mischievous smiles and glances Mina was giving her.

At the end, she found a way to start a conversation with him. He wasn't so inclined to open a bit with her, but then he started do be more confident, answering some questions and even asking something himself. He almost felt comfortable with that girl.

«I-I've heard about the villains attack at the USJ...» said Tamaki, once he finished his food.

«Oh yeah, that was... I don't even know how to explain it. It seemed they just wanted All Might I think? The other villains were too weak, they needed them just to keep us busy according to me. But this is just my opinion.»

«I'd have been so nervous...I mean, it was your first time with villains.» he murmured, looking into her eyes feeling a strange feeling of confidence.

«Yeah, but no... I mean I got more worried when that Nomu attacked the others. The one which fought against All Might.» she confessed with a little smile on her lips.

«I'd like to be confident as you are.» said the boy honestly. «I mean, you don't hesitate when you have to do something.»

Y/N smiled. «I think you're perfect this way. Don't misunderstand me, but according to me it depends on the environment in which you grow up.»

«W-what about yours?»

Hearing that question, Y/N's face got darker as she lowered her head. «M-mine?»

Tamaki was panicked seeing her reaction. Did he said something wrong? Was it too personal to someone she had just met? His heartbeat started to accelerate, scared about her possibly reaction. Did he just ruined everything?

The boy shut up, biting the inside of his cheek not knowing what to do, feeling the familiar feeling brought by an embarrassing silence. He has never been this invasive asking such questions.

«We're not even close to a decent family, I think? Our father's strict. We don't have many relationships with our siblings. It's complicated...» she answered not falling into details.

«I'm sorry, I didn't mean-»

«Don't worry, you didn't know.» she smiled. Tamaki felt a little guilty, she didn't seem to be so glad to talk about her family. It seemed that being the daughter of the number two hero wasn't so easy.

They spent their last minutes together until they saw everybody moved out of the cafeteria, understanding it was time to go back into their classes. For the first time, Tamaki greeted someone reluctant. But his cheeks had become bright red, hearing her say 'see you tomorrow'.

#bnha #boku no hero bakugou #boku no hero academia #tamaki amajiki #tamaki x y/n #shoto todoroki #bakugou katsuki #x reader #mirio togata

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patchoulimademoiselle · 4 years

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Bat Shit Crazy (Part 1)

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 5.6k

Warnings: language, sub/dom dynamic, large age gap, smut, choking kink, violence/fighting, injuries/blood, hypersexual reader, mentions of death?

Summary: Bucky is back from a mission he was sent on without you. He works hard to get you back on your routine.

Notes: This fic is dark, and it only gets darker. This is more Winter Soldier Bucky in terms of behavioral traits and dynamics with other characters. This is not a soft lovey dovey style fic, and if that bothers you DO NOT READ.

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Part One:

The night is young, the summer air is humid, you've swapped out your jeans for a pair of fray end shorts, tennis shoes scuffing against the pavement as you shuffle your feet, waiting.

You've been craving a bit of freedom, some wind in your hair, something intoxicating in your system, and that led you right to Tony Stark. You batted your eyelashes the best you could, pretty please, can we borrow your car for the night? Honestly, you don't have a plan. All you know is that you feel suffocated sitting around on base. You feel old, tired, missing and craving the feeling of adrenaline in your veins.

So as soon as the jet returns to HQ, you're grabbing Bucky by the collar of his shirt and dragging him out to the sight of a bright orange Audi that makes him groan in disbelief. A knowing look graces his features, and he almost feels bad for the guy. Because if there's anything you're good at, it's getting your way, and Bucky had basically signed himself up for it. But Stark? He had no idea what you were truly capable of.

"I'm not going to ask how you managed to get it," He says, hand catching your waist and pulling you to stop before you can get inside, "But I am going to ask, where are we going?"

He's still in his tactical gear, a gun on his hip, dirt and blood smeared across his skin, he smells like gun powder and sweat, and you can't resist the urge to just kiss him. So you do, hands in his hair, pulling him down into a searing kiss that pulls a strangled sound from the back of his throat. He hasn't seen you in days, and he's more exhausted than he's used to being. But he can tell you're restless, the chaos in your bones convincing you to basically seduce Stark and take his car to do who knows what in the cover of night. He's just glad that you decided to bring him along.

"For a ride." Is all you offer, letting him hike your leg up around his waist. "I missed you."

"I know." His voice sounds wrecked, laced with exhaustion and arousal, and you almost feel bad for keeping him up even longer, because who knows what he just came back from. But you're too excited to turn back now, dangling the keys in front of his face, his grin just as wicked as yours as he kisses you one last time.

"I want to go first, you can drive on the way back."

When you get in the drivers seat and press the button to start the engine, you get why people collect cars like this. The feeling of power, the sense of danger, it's intoxicating, and you start to feel a little breathless when you rev the engine.

Bucky can see it click in your head, he can see the exact moment that you decide that this might be taking it too far.

There's a wicked glint in your eyes when you turn to look at him. "Oh," You laugh, "I've created a monster."

His eyebrows furrow, fingers wrapping around your wrist to pull you away from the wheel, half bent over the console. "I would prefer it if you didn't get us both killed, so you take it easy, understand?" Because he knows. He knows you could say fuck it all just for the thrill of it.

You click your tongue, "You're no fun." You pout, watching as his eye twitches, a weakness, "But that's okay. I'm sure you'll figure out how to make it up to me."

He smiles at that, and you aren't sure if it's pride or love that has him grabbing your chin and forcing you to look in his eyes. You're a smart mouthed fool, and he knows that you probably got most of your attitude from him. "What am I going to do with you?"

"You can start with fucking me on every surface of this car before we give it back tomorrow morning."

He hums, kissing you once, twice, unable to pull away because he likes the look in your eyes, he likes that you're this comfortable with him, young and wild and trusting him not to judge you. It's harmless fun, he understands, the tedious schedule you follow everyday is eating away at your youth. So he indulges you, letting you put the windows down and drive just a little more recklessly than he should.

The shriek of laughter that comes from your throat is worth the risk, his hand gripping your thigh, watching as you change your grip on the steering wheel. The wind blows your hair, flushes your cheeks, and its a reflex more than anything else when he fishes his phone out to take a picture of you.

This is what you both live for. Moments like this where nothing else matters. You have each other, you've found a perfect medium between work and play, and it works out better than you could have ever imagined.

Keeping up with you is like pulling teeth sometimes, because Bucky just doesn't care as much as you do. He figured that you would be better suited with someone who is equally as high maintenance as you, someone like Tony Stark. The expensive taste and busy schedule could only be understood by someone who lives that lifestyle.

But behind the perfume and lip gloss, beneath the eyelash extensions and layers of designer clothing, chaos awaits. It makes you reckless.

You're hot headed, quick to pull a trigger and abuse your power before the chance can be taken from you. Steve had tried to train you first, but all attempts made to domesticate you failed, the restlessness within you wired deep within your bones, and so you were passed on to Bucky. Because there's a part of Bucky that craves chaos just like you do, the only difference is that he's learned to control it rather than have it control him. You were pushed right into his arms, and it was only a matter of time before he left and impression on you.

The devilment you shared made him putty in your hands. He saw himself in you, a pretty head plagued with torturous thoughts, a pretty girl ruined by this job, and so he trained you accordingly. He told you that there was a trick to it, that he never learned to tame the darkness within him, he just learned to suppress and channel it at the right time, finding constructive outlets rather than being a fucking brat all the time. He could actually handle you, and love hit you hard. You've been inseparable ever since.

Steve was concerned with how quickly your relationship developed, Tony called you both crazy, and Natasha, she may or may not be a bad influence on you. You're a killer, he's a killer, it's like you were made for each other.

But that part of you never went away, and it's times like these that it starts to become a test of his patience.

Eventually, you find yourself at a park, and Bucky is beyond confused when you park the car and actually turn it off. You meant it when you said you just wanted to go for a drive. It's too late to find anything open, he's too tired to go too far, and you would rather sit and star gaze with him rather than do anything to piss him off.

But first, he fucks you. Hard. On every surface, just like you asked. He pulls you over the console, flips your shirt up and presses your tits against the dash, fucking up into you with a strength that you realize you've missed these past three days. Then he gets out, an arm secured around your waist to hold you up as he rounds the car and places you on the hood, palms flat against the polished paint as he continues to fuck you.

It's obscene, your body caving under his weight, cheek pressed flat against the cool metal when he grips the back of your neck, arching you against him further. God, he missed you. You take him so well, always such a good girl for him, and he tells you that, lips pressed against your ear as he grinds his cock into you, and the only response you can give is a moan.

Then he's in the front seat, hands tight on your hips as you ride him, and you could have sworn the car seemed bigger until you found yourself in this position, back arched against the wheel so that you don't hit your head.

He forces you to look him in the eyes, grabbing your throat and tilting your head up, leaving you to find your own rhythm. The muscles in his arm strain at the restraint, because you slow down to a teasing pace, the look in his eyes becoming dangerous as you test his patience, and it doesn't take long for him to grab you up and turn you around, pushing the seat back as far as it goes and pounding you against the soft leather. He's relentless, hips slapping against your ass at a speed that your brain can't keep up with, and you're coming before your body has a chance to warn you.

He comes inside of you soon after, locking your body to his as if you'll disappear, and it makes you wonder what happened while he was gone.

You pull a bottle of liquor from the glove box, he pulls your shorts back up, and together you deposit your tired bodies on the swing set a few feet away. He tells you everything, sharing swigs of whiskey, eyes dancing between you and the night sky above you.

It was supposed to be recon, supposed to be a simple in and out. But Steve fucked up, stepped on a trip wire and gave them away. They had to fight their way out, didn't even get any intel besides the fact that whoever the fuck it was knew that they were coming. Or at least, they were expecting someone to come eventually.

It makes you wish you were there, because Steve wouldn't have been able to fuck up, it's you who goes out on those types of missions with Bucky. You two just work better together, something that maybe now Steve Rogers might finally come to understand. But you were told, more like ordered to sit this one out, and neither of you say it, but you both register at the same time that it was a mistake.

You drink more than you should, the bottle half empty by the time he decides to cut you off. But you don't let it ruin your fun, kicking your legs as hard as you can, the swing lifting higher than the bars that hold it, and for a moment it feels like you're flying before gravity takes over and yanks you back down. But Bucky doesn't let you jostle yourself around too much, arm reaching out to grab the chain of your swing, slowing your speed.

"We shouldn't stay out long." He says. "We need to get up early." You raise an eyebrow in question, he does the same. "Don't act brand new. You do this every time I leave. You fall off your routine and we have to work twice as hard for a couple days to get you back on it."

It makes you groan, makes him grab you by the arm and pull you to sit on his lap, kissing your cheek when you lean your head back against his shoulder.

You don't say anything, because there isn't anything else to say. He's back, he's here with you again and you couldn't ask for anything more than that.

But he seems to have too much on his mind, taking swig after swig until the bottle is empty and there's nothing left to distract him. "Don't do this again." He says. "I'll buy you a car if that's what you want, but don't you ever run to another man before coming to me." You aren't sure if this is an insecurity, or if he's simply being possessive, but either way you take too long to respond, his hands clamping down on your thighs in a grip that has you arching up off his lap to relieve the pressure. "Do you understand me?"

"Yes, fuck."

"Good." He kisses the corner of your mouth this time, smoothing his palms against your skin to soothe the ache he's caused. "Where did you get these shorts from?"

"College."

Your response raises a question in his head, how can you still fit them? But he realizes immediately that college was only a year ago for you, a harsh reminder of your age compared to his, and he simply hums in reply.

The air grows too cold for you to handle, shivering in his arms despite the warmth running through your veins, and he makes the call to wrap it up. But not before he kisses you first, turning you around on his lap and tugging you against his lips by a harsh grip in your hair. You don't get to have many moments like these, so you cherish it, kissing him as long as he needs you to, enjoying the chill that snakes up your spine when his hands round your ass and deposit under your thighs, hoisting you up.

He settles you in the passenger seat, eager for his turn at driving the car, and you could care less given your sudden exhaustion. You admire the way he looks, jaw clenched, muscles taught, arm flexing as he palms the steering wheel, a hand on your head rest as he glances back to reverse the car. His hair is loose for a change, framing his face and whipping back and forth each time he turns his head.

He could use a trim, but you know he'll never let you.

He doesn't lose his mind driving like you did, remaining at a reasonable speed, turning on the radio to keep his mind busy since you aren't doing much entertaining. He doesn't blame you, he's tired too, and you had been waiting up to greet him when he got back.

You start to doze off, the blur of lights and buildings putting your mind at ease. It's not until Bucky's hands are on you again that you realize you fell asleep, which is a bummer, because you won't have this car again come noon.

"I want you to get me pregnant in this car."

He snorts, ignoring your antics entirely, reaching over to unfasten your seatbelt.

He tries to carry you, but you don't let him, settling for holding his hand instead. The compound is quiet except for the sound of the tv on low in the common room, Clint passed out on the couch, the movie he had been watching probably long gone off by now.

It makes you smile, stopping to place a blanket on him. He doesn't move a muscle, and Bucky grows impatient waiting for you, so you carry on. In the privacy in your room, you step your way out of your shoes and kick them into the corner by the door, then you help him out of his gear.

You find a stab wound on his stomach, it's long stopped bleeding by now, not at all infected, and it's already starting to heal. He says nothing, your warm fingers brushing his skin and something domestic washes over you both. It's something soft and unspoken, something the lines of I'm glad your safe.

The tile on the floor is cold beneath your feet, you lead him into the bathroom and run a bath for him, despite his protests of you being too tired. You watch as the water turns milky with dirt and blood, fingertips against his scalp as you clean his hair. It's a side of you that he doesn't see too often, a softer side that you bury under attitude and attention seeking mischief, and at this point he doesn't know which version of you he appreciates more.

You lather a sponge with body wash, a cedar scent you learned to love on him, and you wash him gently, carefully, mindful of his bruising. His wet hands are on your face, pulling you in for an occasional kiss, and it seems that he just can't keep his hands off of you.

He fucks you again, but it's different this time, softer, slower, his eyes locked on yours, fingers gentle just like you were for him, and you feel it in your heart when he tells you he loves you. He fucks you to sleep and tucks you into bed, limbs tangled with yours to keep you close.

He'll never bring it up, but he wasn't sure if he would make it back to you this time. He sleeps better than he had in days knowing that you're close.

It makes getting you up in the next morning is hard. You're a heavy sleeper, something Bucky was always thankful for on nights where he struggled to settle beside you. But when it's time to wake you up, he curses your ability to still sleep soundly like a baby after all the things you've seen, he envies it. He wants to let you sleep in, he wants to stay in bed with you, holding you, because who knows if he'll ever be able to do it again.

But he has to keep things normal. He has to keep you on your routine, otherwise you'll give in to your madness.

You think you're dreaming it, his hands on your side, his lips on the side of your face. You just can't bring yourself to open your eyes, exhaustion keeping it's hold on you. But Bucky is determined, a bit rough as he tugs you to lay on your back, your eyes flying open at being jostled, and he doesn't look apologetic as he smiles down at you.

"Hey, peach." He kisses you quickly, leaving nothing to soothe you back to sleep. "Time to get up."

His voice is hoarse, you realize, he's tired, too tired for your liking, and you wonder how long he's been up.

"A few more minutes?" You pout, curling your body around his, and you can tell he's on the verge of saying yes. "Please?"

But his will is far too strong. "You need to get up." He says, "Now."

And just like that, you're pissed, a sour attitude shifting your expression entirely, and he could care less, standing up to give you room to move. You have a dull headache, a hangover no doubt, but you ignore it as you dig through your dresser for workout clothes to change into.

He shakes his head at you, sensing your attitude, but he doesn't say a word as you stomp your way over to the door, pulling it open hard enough to bang against the wall. It's okay, he knows what you need, and he's been itching to give it to you.

When it comes to training, Bucky tends to be harsher on you, because he knows you can take it. It's the textbook definition of tough love, pushing you beyond your limits to make you better. It's the kind of training that leaves you sore and exhausted and covered in bruises, busted lips, black eyes, you aren't new to any of it. In fact, you're used to the feeling, and that's something most people would find scary. But you need it to stay sane, a distraction from everything else. You like when he pushes you beyond your limits.

You warm up with a jog around the compound grounds, the sun hasn't come up yet, the air crisp and cool and burning your lungs with each inhale you take. He reminds you to breathe slowly, in your nose and out your mouth in pace with each foot fall. He quickly realizes that your endurance has fallen low, his hand on your back to push you to run faster.

He doesn't take it easy on you, not even when you collapse into the ground, your body forcing you to take a break from running.

"Get up."

Your lungs burn, your face is hot, your legs are jelly, you shake your head.

"Look at you, you can't even speak and you have to nerve to slack off." He glares down at you, hands on his hips. "Get the fuck up before I drag you across the concrete."

His threat is very real, so you struggle to rise back to your feet. He continues on, super soldier stamina has him not even breaking a sweat, and you curse the cheating serum coursing through his veins.

"You're cheating, you have an advantage." You pant, fingers barely catching his arm to try and keep up. "I can't go as fast as you for that long."

He slows just a little, your hand wrapping around his bicep. "Which is why I push you. Your muscles won't ever grow past the strain if you don't experience it." He says. "Shape up, we're almost done."

He allows you a five minute break, which you spend chugging as much water as he'll let you have, laying on the floor of the gym to try and catch your break and give your muscles a break.

He starts you on the treadmill, pushing up the incline every ten minutes, and you can feel the strain it's putting you under. You haven't done this in days, and the alcohol that remains in your system doesn't help. You're just thankful that no one else is in the gym to witness your struggle.

Next is ab workouts, he joins you for this one, side by side on the mat as he walks you through each exercise. He flies through them with ease, hardly breaking a sweat. But you on the other hand feel winded, muscles aching as you use them beyond what you have been. He watches, carefully, a knowing look on his face when you start to lose your speed, but he doesn't let you stop.

This is what you need. An outlet, something to exhaust your energy and take the edge off. For the most part it helps. But there's only so much he can do to keep you occupied, so when he has you here in the gym, he makes it count.

He has you on weights, which turns your body numb, and you aren't sure what kind of damage it's doing, but you know that you'll be sore for the next couple of days.

He lets you take a break after an hour, you drink as much water as you can, eager to be away from his scrutinizing gaze, and you find Natasha returning from a morning run with Steve. They look like they haven't done anything a all, but the smell of outside and sweat tells you otherwise.

Natasha has the nerve to smile at you, recognizing the winded look on your face, and she settles next to you in the kitchen, hand on her hip as she drinks from a water bottle.

"I tried to warn you," She says, "He's kicking your ass, isn't he?"

She did try, you'll give her the credit, knocking on your door every day he was gone to at least get you to come out for a jog. But you refused, anticipating this intensity, and while you'll never admit that to her, she assumes you enjoy the torture.

"It's embarrassing." You say. "Even after all this time, he can wipe the floor with me if he wanted to."

She laughs at that, a twinkle in her eye that hints at the history she shares with him. "Yeah. You and me both." Her smile is far from innocent. "But I'm sure you give him a run for his money."

Your grin is wicked, "You can bet your perky little ass I do."

Your relationship with Natasha is complicated. Sometimes she's the older sister you always wished you had. Other times she's the extravagant aunt who teaches you the life lessons your mother was too modest to. Then sometimes, it's hard to tell, she's just an attractive woman admiring another attractive woman, someone with experience gravitating to someone who doesn't, because it's in her nature to enjoy the power play. If you had to guess, Natasha would bend you over the counter if she had the opportunity, just like anyone else living here in the compound. But she respects your privacy, respects the strange relationship you have with a man who is just as deadly as she is, and settles for the mischief you create together instead.

It's fun to feed into it, you always had a knack for sticking your fingers into flames, and sometimes you hold it over Bucky's head. Like last night, you didn't tell him what you did to convince Tony to let you borrow his car, but it's implied in your nature. You tend to be a bit hyper sexual, another trait that sometimes proves to be a pain in the ass. But Bucky has something to handle that too, and sometimes, at times like this, he lets you off your tight leash.

"Who's ass is perky?" He had been watching, of course he had, and the look on Natasha's face tells you that she knew it too.

"Depends on who you ask." You quip, flashing him an innocent smile. "Yours is, mine is, and hers," You spare a glance at Natasha, "Well, you would know, wouldn't you?"

He rolls his eyes, because you already know the answer to what you're implying. Nothing ever happened between him an Natasha. If anything were to happen, it would have been long ago, before they had both reformed themselves into the people they are now. He told you that, confessed his entire life to you, so he knows this is just your way of trying to get him worked up.

"Don't drag me into this." Natasha waves a finger between you both. "Whatever this is, I want no part." Her eyes settle on you. "I also suggest you cool it, because I'm joining you, and I don't want to be forced around awkward sexual tension."

You look at Bucky, raising an eyebrow. He only shrugs. "Steve too." He says. "I figured you needed a change in pace, you're too used to me now, you could use a different perspective."

Your break is obviously over, Natasha follows you as you walk out of the kitchen. "Yeah," She says. "Perspective."

The mood changes drastically, all playfulness gone from her when you step on the sparing mat together. To put it simply, she kicks your ass. You put up a good fight though, you actually managed to make her bleed, but in the end, she's too on top of her training schedule for you to find a weakness. That's the point Bucky was trying to make to you. You know him and his tactics, you know how hard he hits, you know where he'll strike, all you have to do is avoid it and expect it. But with an opponent you've never faced before, you're far too weak at the moment to properly defend yourself.

The next time you hit the mat is your last, nose colliding with the floor, blood gushing, a grunt coming from you that actually manages to distract your boyfriend who stands feet away, sparing with Steve.

You pinch your nose like you've been taught, instantly feeling that it isn't broken, and Natasha has helped you up by the time Bucky makes his way over.

He's actually sweating, panting hard as he takes your chin in his hand, examining your face. "You'll be fine." He says, glancing at Natasha. He nods to her, and you aren't sure what it is, approval, dismissal? "Hit the showers." He says to you, "You're done for now."

For now, there will be more later after lunch you're sure. You leave with Natasha, who reminds you to keep your head tilted, her arm linked with yours as she walks with you to the infirmary. The nurse on duty clogs your nose with gauze, telling you what you already know. It's not broken, but it will be bruised, and after the bleeding stops you need to rinse your nose clear of the blood. Until then, breathe out your mouth, and be cautious of blood that may trickle to the back of your throat.

"Want to step out with me?" Natasha meets you back in the kitchen after you both shower, her hair dark and dripping, and for a moment you think she's kidding.

Your body is starting to bruise, knuckles scraped and angry, nose bloody. But she simply stares at you expectantly, waiting for your answer.

"Okay."

You take her Camero, she lets you drive, and it turns out it's just a grocery run. She wants to cook lunch, macaroni salad, and you both do a bit of personal shopping while you're out. After getting the ingredients, you both occupy the kitchen to make it. It doesn't take too long, but the serving size is large considering how many people will want to eat it.

Tony comes to find you in search of food, and he asks you about his car, a strange smell that he can't quite place. Liquor, sex, sweat? It could be anything, but you decide to play dumb instead, biting your tongue as you smile at him and suggest he go get it detailed.

While the macaroni chills in the fridge, Bucky comes to find you carrying fresh gauze and an alcohol wipe. He gives you his protein shake, chocolate flavored, and you sip from it eagerly. His hands are gentle as he pulls the blood soaked gauze from your nose and you take a deep breath, feeling the dried blood and soreness from the impact.

He applies pressure to the bridge of your nose, stopping when you wince, humming low in his throat as he leans down to kiss you. "It'll be a nasty bruise," He says, "But you deserve it, you fucking brat."

You imagine his opinion will change when the skin on your nose starts to discolor, but for now, he feels proud of himself. You let him have it.

He wipes your nose gently, hand on your throat to tilt your head back, he points the corners of the alcohol wipe and wipes the inside of your nose, eyebrows knit in concentration, and you take the opportunity to feel him up.

Your hands slide under his shirt, the skin is smooth where his stab wound was last night, and once again you're amazed by his abilities. "Did you have fun beating up someone other than me for once?"

His lip quirks up in a half smile, "Nah." He says. "It's not as satisfying."

You smile despite yourself, wrapping your arms around his waist. "What about you?" He asks. "Did you find anything interesting while your head was up Nat's ass?"

"Jealous?"

His grip on your throat shifts, "If I were, this would be a very different situation for you."

He knows you're his, there's nothing to argue, nothing to worry about, even if the entire compound wants to rearrange your guts. A pretty young thing like you, he doesn't blame them. But they wouldn't be able to handle you, you wouldn't enjoy it, and it would send you right back to him.

You both know it.

"You're so scary." You kiss him then, silencing whatever remark he had for you, eyes slipping closed as he tilts his head against yours, cautious of your nose. He tastes like chocolate, and sweat, slipping from your arms to take a shower.

When he returns, the salad has cooled enough to eat, and naturally, Clint already has a mouthful before anyone else can get their hands on it. He too has just returns from a workout, his sweats drenched, Bucky crinkles his nose, scowls at the amount of people occupying the kitchen and opts for lurking in the hall, watching as you portion out bowls for everyone, including him.

He's amazed at your cooking skills, the two of you tucked away out back with bowls of macaroni salad, enjoying the breeze in the shade. You beam at his praise, smiling over a mouthful of food, but it doesn't last long, his finger reaching out to poke your noise.

Don't look too proud of yourself, he says, this isn't approved in your diet plan.

Yeah well, screw him and the diet plan.

He makes you run after lunch, a water bottle in your hand because he isn't going to let you stop for breaks, the only water you can have is what you can hold.

It's cruel, the sun high in the sky and beating down on you with an intensity that makes it hard to breathe, let alone run. But you manage, a familiar exhaustion washing over you as you push your body for the third time today.

He makes you a protein shake, joins you for your second shower of the day, and then he drags you to bed.

"All your hard work means nothing if you don't give yourself a chance to recover." He whispers in your ear, lips pressed to your skin, his arm cold against your side when he spoons you. "I know you're tired, peach. You did good today, now rest."

It makes it all worth it, the torture of exercise, the agonizing exhaustion he puts you through. Getting to lay here like this, the comfort of his closeness, a vulnerability that only you have been allowed to see.

You turn, sealing your lips against his in a sloppy kiss, one that has no real effort behind it but has all the desperation in the world. It makes his grip tighten at your waist, his other hand slipping down to yank your panties to the side.

"Okay, you can sleep after this."

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It's about time I introduced you to the cast of The Crackin'-Up Studios. Don't worry. You'll be seeing them again, especially in the mini-comics!

**In order from top to bottom, left to right**

Billie Bob Willie-Nillie Black Sheep: The overall face of The Crackin'-Up Studios itself. She is the ring leader to the whole circus. The pilot to all the flight attendance. The manager to a corporate office. You get the whole idea. She's one poppin' fire-cracker (A.K.A. has a short temper) that's all for the business, but doesn't mind getting silly from time to time. On screen, she is the definition of unpredictable and crazy, fun and silly. She's a gun happy country gal that started off small and came out big with her talents for making people laugh. She worked hard to get her way to the top. And all of it has obviously paid off. If someone was to use words to describe her, it would be fun, loving, friendly, brave, courageous, generous, the list could go on and on. This gun-loving little lady, no matter where she goes, always somehow seems to change people's lives. And for the better.

Poochie Pooh Poodle: Billie's partner-in-crime. Her bestest friend since her younger years. Her ride or die buddy. Poochie is the main co-star to the series, and a serious eye-candy to men. While Billie is featured as the funny, wacky, unpredictable, quirky character on-screen of the trio, Poochie is often featured as the sex-appeal. The sex symbol. The hot mama. She also models as a little side job whenever necessary. She's the sweetest sweetie-pie you will ever meet in your life. However, proceed with caution. When provoked, she's one sassy gal and won't hesitate to give you a mouthful (and probably a gun wound) if you mess with her, or her friends.

Wolfie Blackfang Wolf: What's the three musketeers without a male in the picture? Wolfie may not have known these two women as long as they've known each other, but their his closest family he's ever had since he left the orphanage. He is also the main co-star to the series, accompanied by being the musical genius of the three. Since a young boy, Wolfie has practiced music as not only his hobby, but his life. His alluring ability was able to trap the young black sheep and poodle in a trance on a fateful night in a club where he worked to try and make a living, thus landing him a job and a ticket to materialization through the ladies. From there, he has always acted as the stud of the three, protecting them whenever they needed an extra hand and also charming women with his attractive voice along the way.

Candy Bat: This "monster", this "usually nocturnal creature of the night", this "mysterious shadow" is nothing but a sweet treat in the eyes of many who travel far and wide to Nightwalk Bay to get a taste of his sweet treats at the local candy shop. At least, that's what Billie, Poochie, and Wolfie will tell ya. Famous for his line of business, Candy Bat is a harmless, humble candy man..err..bat that seeks nothing but to fill the mouths of the fortunate with a sweet after-taste. His delicious pastries, frozen desserts, and fizzy drinks aren't the only thing that appeals to the eyes of many. He's also a support character at The Crackin'-Up Studios during the day and a friendly (but hissy, due to his uncontrollable excited hisses whenever he meets someone new and/or is excited) candy shop-keeper at night.

Scratches: Whoa, watch out for that web! There's a BIG spider up there! And his name is none other than Scratches, yet another support cast character for The Crackin'-Up Studios. When in the presence of my six-armed friend, be cautious. Scratches loves the ladies and will go through extreme lengths to entangle you in his web, if he deems you a worthy enough mate. Don't worry fellas, he doesn't swing that way. Though..spider's gotta eat, right? What? Spiders only eat insects? Not this playful, flirtatious one. Note that this spider is dead, and has been ressurrected after a deal made by Ozzan (scroll down to reference Ozzan's bio). Therefore, Scratches likes human flesh too. Dont worry too much though. He's too busy chasing both Poochie and Billie around the studios, trying to declare his love for them. Though...something about a huge demon spider just..turns those two ladies off.

Honey Hyena: As the name implies, this hyena is sweet as honey! Raised on a bee farm, this little lady never expected to end up being a supporting cast character to The Crackin'-Up Studios. That was, until a little Black Sheep mozied on over and decided to offer her the position and the materialization process just like everyone else. She figured the nice lady would need the money boost besides "Milkin' bees all day long" - Billie. Honey loves bees. In fact, on her days off from woking at the studios, that's all she does! Is work, work, work at her long-descended family bee farm, making honey and selling it for some dough (money) as a side job. She is also the motherly figure to all the cartoon ladies on set and often tries to share her knowledge with them in hopes she can help guide them on the right path. I mean, not everyone is perfect, right?

Bon Isabell Bunny: Daughter of a long deceased magician (who was, ironically a white bunny), she has seeked to find more support by becoming a supporting cast character to the TV series. However, though, she wasn't looking to be a supporting character when offered the job by Billie Bob. Bon has a bit of a...strong hatred for Billie Bob. Bon saw how much love and respect the black sheep got, even from her "enemies". So, what does this tempered (its just as bad as Billie's, trust me), quick-to-anger, grumpy gal do? Well, it's like they say, "Kill the sheep, take her wool!". That is...if she could catch her first. Forever caught in this game of cat-and-mouse on screen and off screen, Bon decided to settle into this position for now. Hopefully one day, her magic tricks and traps can pay off and actually earn her a spot in the lead position.

Bon Iseah Bunny: Twin brother to the other Bon Bunny, this bunny seems the complete opposite of his sister. This magic bunny doesn't mind being a supporting cast character, and instead enjoys making others smile with her magic tricks and qurkiness. After all, its what his deceased magician father would have wanted. He admires Billie and everything that she does not only for everyone else, but herself. He just hopes with time, his sister can see that. For now, this calm bunny will just have to play as yin to his sister's yang (A.K.A., trying his best to calm her in her most stressed and ferocious moments).

Molly Cow: Before her rise to fame as another member of The Crackin'-Up Studios crew, Molly Cow, the half-pig half-cow offspring, could not keep a job to save her life! She was lazy, less focused, often slacking or ducking off, and/or giving up before she even set foot in the door! The funny thing is, she wouldn't care, and just go back to living with her parents. Seeing as though Molly's confident and care-free attitude was a necessity to bring on some laughs, all Billie had to do was offer a hand to the voluptuous, intriguing young woman and for some odd reason, this cartoon has managed to keep the job ever since. Side note, if you ask her what her "other" job would be whenever she brings it up, it would be shopping. She is ALL about the fashion!

Malachi (formerly known as "Michael Jamesking"): Yes, Malachi is actually an angel. AND, he is also a featuring asset to the team whenever needed. With the help of one of Veronica's potions (scroll down to reference Veronica's bio), he has the ability to shrink down to size on command. He also is a good line of defense if life-threatening danger ever be-falls the company, for even if he is a judgement angel, he is considered very powerful against a mortal (unless demon weapons are used against him). He is pure, friendly, and kind, however, you must not associate yourself with the presence of evil upon first meetings. He IS a jugement angel after all and will be quick to judge you and shame you for your choice of sin and avoid you like the plague while also be-littleing you. Ironically, the only exception to this treatment is Ozzan (his best friend in all universes) and Bendy (in the head-canon canon universe). Also note, Malachi was never always Malachi. Malachi was once Michael, a regular, normal, working business man who unfortunately got hit by a car on his morning rush to work.

Ozzan: Oh boy. This one's a bad one. If you thought Scratches (scroll up to reference Scratche's bio) was bad, wait until you get a load of this one! This foul-mouthed, ill-mannered, obnoxious, flirtatious pervert is somehow a necessity to The Crackin'-Up Studios. His crude sense of humor and anctics tend to get a good laugh out of adults more than oblivious children. He will flirt with anything, sleep with anything, hell even risk catching some sort of SEXUAL DISEASE for anything that has legs. This man lives, breathes, and embraces everything that is bad at every cost, every time. Its possibly why he was so close to Lucifer (the Devil) back when he was in Hell. Though, take caution. If you piss him off (which isn't really hard to do), he WILL tear you to bits and peices with his bare fists. Also, beware of tentacles and trendils ladies. He has them everywhere and can use them not only in battle, but also for...other things. So beware and..make sure your doors are locked.

Veronica Bat: Born "Daddy's Little Monster", Veronica is the daughter of Candy Bat and Valentine Naxxremis (formerly Bat)(She will be referenced in the next ref). For most of her life, she has lived with her mother and embraced her witch-hood, which usually ends up with the little gloom and doom bookworm getting bullied for being a "half-breed". However, her luck gets turned around when she meets Billie Bob (like a lot of these people's do) who helps instill in her to be happy to be herself and to screw what everyone else says..and to also get back at them at all costs. She looks up to Billie and Poochie as her "Aunties", though, has trouble getting along with her father. She was raised to believe she had left her and her mother and never really loved them. Which, is obviously not true, but, she has a hard time believing that. Once welcomed to the cast, Veronica is a huge hit with the goth little teen girls who aspire to be like her: beautiful and mysterious. Let's just hope she gets he powers under control first, for she struggles with that a great deal on screen for comical effect and off screen.

Patricia Greene Pig: (A/N: She probably has had the MOST change out of all of them, so beware) Patricia is Delloris's (scroll down for Delloris's bio) bestest friend since childhood. Snobby, rude, sassy, class. All of these combined makes her perfect for scenes where she's the girl that thinks she's too good for the male trying to win her heart. Likes are, their only trying to "woo" it for her money. Oh, did I mention she's very wealthy? Her and Delloris aren't friends for nothing. You have to have some sort of status when it comes to getting in goods with the mayor's one and only daughter. Also note that Patricia is an EXTREME germo-phobe and will pelt you down with germ-x if you've so much as TOUCHED an un-sanitized door knob.

Hank Kat: Hank Kat has been an aspired musician since he was a little boy. He has really known the struggles of what it's like to be broke from both of his poor parents. So, as a way to raise some money, he went out on the streets and played his father's old rusty trumphet for some pocket change. Crowds were so awed at his talent, before long, Hank was hitting the clubs to try and win over some cash to take care of his parents once he became of age. Similar to Wolfie, Poochie had just so happened to stumble upon him. Though they didn't exactly see eye-to-eye due to species war, they were able to put their differences aside the night they had spent together, dancing the night away. As they danced, Poochie would listen to this party-goer's story and become sympathetic for the poor fellow. Thus, she figured his wallet could be fed a little more and thus offered for him to be a support character on the team. With his toe-tappin', feed stompin', hand wavin; jams that he can play on trombone, trumphet, pretty much just about any instrument he could blow into, he would become not only a major asset to the supporting cast, but also the music, both at his day job at the studios and his night job in the clubs.

Puncho: This "unstoppable brick wall" can take a punch and also pack it. After all, they don't call him "Puncho" for nothing! Though he's not much of fan favorite unless it comes to his famous boxing episodes, Puncho is a well-served supporting cast in the crew. He's often seen alongside his partner, Scraps Skunk (scroll down for Scrap's bio), no matter what the situation. He has a temper just like Billie, girl Bon, and Ozzan, however, instead of unleashing it by yelling at coworkers and throwing large objects (Billie), chasing someone down the hall with a chainsaw (Girl Bon), or spewing a bunch of curse words that's enough to make a sailor blush (Ozzan), he lets out his steam in the ring. He is the undefeated champion (if you don't count his and Billie's first brawl in one of her posters) within the boxing ring and anyone who dare wants to challenge him in taking his belt, well. Better be prepared for the pain. Bring a lot of ice.

Scraps Skunk: A timid, shy soul who is pure and good at working the ring as a referee. He plays fair though, he always will support his bestest friend, Puncho no matter what. His often scared, frightened, shaky attitude is welcomed on screen whenever needed. He was often bullied through his childhood and unlike those who have toughed up from it, he only seemed to soften. Hell, even Billie has chewed him out for his overly push-over nature. Though, she gives up. For nothing can change this poor man's soft heart and kind ways.

Wallis Moose: What else to say about this guy besides him obviously being a horrible detective? After his first appearance as one in one of Billie's episodes, Wallis fell in love with the idea of being one and even off screen, tries to solve "mysteries" wherever he is needed. However, he always slips up short and makes himself to be a fool. How did he even earn a spot on the team? Well, to put it simple, Wallis is a stone cold, hard drunk. He drinks and drinks and drinks, and when he's hiccuping and stumbling all over the place, Billie couldn't help but find it amusing the first time they met. After all, the first night they met, they both danced drunkinly through the streets of Nightwalk Bay, where they somehow met. As kooky as it sounds, it actually happened. Believe me.

Chico Georgina Chick: This once poor broken flapper was able to leave her broken past of having to prostitute herself on the streets and go some nights starving behind. Coincidentally, Chico was given another opportunity at a better life by Hank Kat (scroll up for Hank's bio), who happened to run into her at one of the clubs and show her a much better life than what she was living by offering her a position at the studios and materialization through the machine. Now a re-born, classy lady, this former flapper...heh...well, let's be honest. Girl loves to party and dance like there's none tomorrow, is ready to bring all the club's joy and bump to the table on screen. Hank is often seen by her side, playing away on his trumphet while she dances on top of a table. Nothing too promiscuous or provocitive. Want to keep the adult's attention but not as much. She's known as the party girl out of the group and also knows a thing or two about fashion. Also, keep her as FAR away from Molly (scroll up for Molly's bio) as possible..they fight a lot.

Delloris Acorn: Delloris is the beloved daughter of the mayor of Toon City, within the alternate world where cartoons "live". Her mother died giving childbirth and though she never knew her mother. She was always expected to act lady-like and proper, is why she carries herself that way. Though, the day Billie met Delloris and her father and was allowed to spend the day with her, Billie turned her upside down and all around. To the point Delloris came home, dress cut into a tank-top, short short overalls, knee-high socks, messy hair, and busted shoes. Billie's excuse was they were pig wrestling (no pun intended Patricia). Her father was awfully upset and almost demanded Billie to be arrested, however, Billie's sly deal to offer Delloris a spot at the studios was the only thing that saved her from some jail time. Now, while away from her rich and perfect life as the mayor's "little princess", she's allowed to get down and dirty. Especially on screen where down and dirty are necessary for some laughs.

Mad Mouse (also known as "Maddison K Mouse"): Why is this mouse so quiet and mysterious? Why does he never speak or even take off his goggles? Wait, is this mouse even a "he" at all? Well, yes and no. To put a long story short, back in these days and times of the early 1900s, women weren't taken seriously. Even toon women. Born a genius, the only way to get people to notice her freakishly large brain talent is to disguise herself as a man and as to go as "Mad Mouse" instead of "Maddison Mouse". However, her little secret couldn't be kept that long, for an incident in her labs caused her to lose part of her disguise and have to come clean to Billie, Poochie, and Wolfie. It was through them who helped her realize that, no matter who you are, your voice deserved to be heard no matter what. From that point on, this support cast member decided to cease wearing the disguse and be her actual self. Though, I wouldn't mess with this quiet little genius. She's a little...mad (crazy), as the legends and cartoons portray her as.

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