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strawnarrries · 3 months

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Can you please please do some kind of smut with Niall body worship. He would be single in this scenario. And maybe it's after a show and one of the venue workers does not care for him for whatever reason, but she ends up alone with him, and he's all sweaty in his tank top, and he seduces her and gets her to feel all his arms and then his chest. And then he has her take his clothes off and he's super patronizing and condescending, and then he has her suck him off, and he's laughing because she can't take it all. AHHHHH!!!

"Who is performing tonight? Why is everybody freaking out?" you asked your coworker as you helped set up the buffet for the musician and their team arriving soon.

You worked as a runner backstage during music concerts for the Bridgestone Arena in Nashville, TN. It wasn't the best-paying job but you liked it. Nights usually go pretty smoothly but for some reason, the air was tense tonight. Everybody was frantic and your managers were extra particular about everything being perfect. You felt like you were constantly being pulled in every direction.

"Y/N, you don't know? It's Niall freaking Horan! He's literally gonna be here in like an hour!" she replied excitedly.

"Oh," you replied, not impressed.

"You don't like Niall Horan?"

"Eh, I've never really liked him. I've heard he's super cocky and kind of an asshole."

"Oh my gosh, don't even say that! I never fangirl over artists but I'm so excited about tonight. He's literally so hot!"

"I guess," you replied with a shrug.

"There's a rumor Noah Kahan is making a guest appearance too."

"Who?"

"Y/N!" she scolded and you giggled before she added, "For someone who works backstage at concerts, you'd think you'd be more into music."

Your workload tonight picked up even more once Niall and his team arrived. You were assigned to work with his team to help set everything up, make sure sound production was working, as well as doing little things to make sure everything was running smoothly.

Niall was actually quite pleasant to be around. Although you could definitely tell he had his cocky side, he was friendly and had a great sense of humor. The concert itself was magnificent. With all the shows you've worked for, this crowd was one of the loudest you have ever witnessed. They adored him and you now understood why. He was insanely attractive and so talented. You hadn't ever noticed until tonight.

It was after the show and everybody had started the cleanup process. You were instructed to go to Niall's room and double-check that he was okay and to get him anything he needed. You knocked on the door, nervously awaiting his response.

"Come in," he yelled.

Opening the door, you walked through and was met face to face with him. A man has never looked so good packing up his belongings after doing a show. He had taken off his leather vest and was just wearing his jeans and his black tank top. He was still sweaty from the show, slightly breathless. His biceps looked huge, glittering with sweat and you couldn't help but stare a little bit, wanting so badly to feel those muscles.

"Hey, I was told to come check on you and see if you need anything from us."

"Uh, I think I'm okay, thanks." His accent was so thick, it made your thighs involuntarily clench together.

"Okay, let me know if you need anything then," you replied, getting ready to walk back out the door before he stopped you.

"Wait," he called.

"What?"

"C'mere, I wanna talk to you."

"You wanna talk to me?" you asked, slightly shocked by his words.

"Yeah, close the door."

You closed the door behind you, taking a couple steps closer to him. Butterflies were swarming violently in your stomach, nervous that you were alone with Niall and even more nervous that he wanted to be alone with you.

"Did you like the show?" he asked, sitting down on a stool near the counter in his room. He crossed his arms over his chest, and you couldn't help but let your eyes flick down to his biceps.

"I did actually. You're really talented," you complimented.

"Did you notice me watching you?" he added.

"You were watching me?" you asked surprisingly.

"Yeah. I know you were working but I could see how badly you wanted to dance, to sway those pretty little hips to my songs."

"O-oh," you replied, feeling embarrassed.

"What's your favorite song of mine?" he asked.

"Not sure. I've never really listened to your music."

"Ouch, love," he feigned being hurt, placing a hand over his heart, "Why not?

You giggled softly at his reaction, "I don't know, I've always thought you were a little cocky."

"Ouch again!

"Well, now that I've met you I understand why," you explained.

"Oh really? Elaborate for me."

"Well, you're very attractive and a great performer. Plus if I was a guy and had all those girls screaming for me, I'd be the same way."

You felt your eyes continuing to stray from his and land on his arms. His biceps were flexing with each movement of his arm, the veins on his forearm peeking out and causing your mouth to water.

"Oh you think I'm attractive," he smirked.

"Stop, that's not the point of what I was saying," you giggled shyly.

"If it makes you feel better, I can tell you think I'm attractive."

"What? How?"

"Well for one thing, you haven't stopped staring at my arms this entire conversation," he grinned.

"O-oh, no, I-I didn't," your heart fell into your stomach; you were completely shocked and embarrassed you got caught ogling.

"You wanna feel them?" he asked, throwing you for a complete other loop.

"I-I don't-." You didn't know what to do. Of course, you wanted to feel them. But this was Niall Horan and you were on the clock. You felt like you were dreaming honestly.

"Come on, come feel them," he smirked, cocking his head.

This was never something you ever imagined you'd be doing, especially on the clock at work, but you soon found yourself moving towards him, your palms wrapping around his thick bicep. His skin was warm to the touch and his muscles were strong as you squeezed them. The next thing you knew, your hands mindlessly traveled towards his torso, his damp tank top clinging to his abs and outlining them perfectly for you. You traced them, fingers soon traveling down to the hem of his top and teasing it, wanting to badly to feel what was underneath.

Your dreams came true when you heard the words, "take it off."

But you didn't believe it. There's no way he just told you to take his shirt off, "W-what?"

"Go on, take off my tank top."

You didn't respond, just slowly slipped your hands under his top and pulled it up, over his head and oh my gosh it was so much better than you could have imagined. His chest was glistening with sweat, hair lining every inch, making him look so sexy and manly. And you didn't even want to get started on his muscles. His pecs and abs were so clearly defined, that it was obvious that this man spent a lot of time in the gym. You have never felt so turned on so quickly.

You ran your hand over his damp skin. You could feel every ridge of his muscles, the coarse chest hair slightly rough against your soft skin. You watched in awe as your hands explored his body, your mouth watering at the sight.

"Close that mouth, pretty girl, you'll catch flies."

You hadn't even noticed that your mouth had fallen open. Your cheeks immediately reddened in embarrassment as your jaw closed and he chuckled at you, "You like what you see?"

"Mhm," you hummed, nodding your head.

Lifting his hand, he used his curled index finger to lift your chin up to look at him. You stared into his gorgeous blue eyes that were covered by lust. You traced every inch of his face with your eyes, landing on his lips looking so soft and kissable. It was taking everything in your power not to kiss him.

"I can tell you wanna kiss me."

Were you being that obvious?

You didn't even reply this time, just in complete awe of the man standing in front of you. He was so cocky but ugh he had every right to be.

"Go on. Kiss me."

You smirked softly, not giving in just yet.

"You better kiss me first because, in a couple seconds, I'm not gonna be able to resist not kissing you."

"Maybe I want you to kiss me first," you challenged.

His lips immediately covered yours and oh my gosh you could not believe you were kissing Niall Horan. His lips were so soft and fuck, he was such a good kisser. You parted your lips and allowed him to lick into you, tasting you and asserting his dominance over you. You grabbed onto his waist, holding him to your chest as your lips moved in sync with his. The kisses were hot, deep, passionate, sexy, all of the above. You melted against him, feeling your abdomen clench and your panties dampen as he angled his head, kissing you deeper.

"Fuck," he mumbled against your lips.

You continued to kiss, his hands beginning to roam your entire body and you let him. He reached down and cupped both of your ass cheeks in his large palms, squeezing roughly. You whimpered slightly against his lips, chills running up your spine as he nipped softly on your lower lip.

"Get on your knees," he demanded, "Wanna feel those sexy lips wrapped around my cock."

You have never been on your knees so fast for a guy before. Your fingers fumbled with his belt buckle, trying to undo it so you could free him from his pants. You were frenzied and nervous and excited, so much that you could not get it unbuckled for the life of you.

Niall began laughing, "I got you so flustered that you can't even do a simple task like unbuckle my belt. Do I make you that nervous?"

You didn't reply, your hands getting even shakier as the seconds went by.

"Come on, sweet girl, let me help you." he hummed, reaching down and messing with his belt, easily unbuckling it and pulling it out of the loops in his jeans.

"See how easy that was?" he commented and you were just glad you could finally get your hands on what you've wanted this whole time.

Unzipping his pants, you wasted no time and pulled them down his legs, letting his pants and briefs pool at his feet. His hard member was revealed to you and oh my gosh it was so much bigger than you had ever expected.

He laughed at you as you grabbed onto his member; he was so thick you just barely were able to wrap your entire palm around him, "You look scared."

"No, I just wasn't expecting you to be so big," you hummed, hating yourself for inflating his ego even more than it already was.

He was so hard. His red, swollen tip was peaking out from under his foreskin, precum oozing from his slit, practically screaming at you to do something. You began to pump him, squeezing slightly once you got to the tip, running your thumb over it and using his precum as a lubricant as you mentally prepared yourself for what was to come.

"Stop stalling. Go on and wrap those pretty little lips around my big cock."

Obeying him, you wasted no more time and took him in until he hit the back of your throat. You barely had half of him in your mouth before you began gagging, eyes watering in response.

You heard him rumble with laughter, amusement written all over his face, "Can't take it all, huh?"

"Fucking hell," you muttered mostly to yourself as you came off of him, a string of spit following you.

He smirked at your response as you took a deep breath before taking him in your mouth again. He gathered all your hair in his palms, pulling it up into a ponytail to hold it out of your face. You innocently looked up at him through your lashes, watching as his body reacted to your warm mouth wrapped around his most sensitive area. You bobbed your head up and down, your palm wrapped around what you couldn't fit in your mouth.

He pressed both hands against the side of your head and added pressure to stop your movements. Relaxing your throat, you let him take control, thrusting his hips so his member slid in and out of your warm mouth. His tip hit the back of your throat and you gagged with each thrust. His balls slapped against the underside of your chin and he grunted with each thrust of his hips.

"Fuck, this is so fucking sexy. Look at you actually taking it all," he grunted.

Tears began to slowly slide down your cheeks the more you gagged on him. You looked up at him through blurry eyes and felt your panties dampen at the sight above you. He was so sexy. A thicker layer of sweat was glittering across his skin, enhancing the look of his muscles. Chest hair was sprinkled throughout his torso, his happy trail leading down to the patch of hair tickling your nose every time he bottomed out. His face was scrunched in pleasure, eyes crinkled and mouth ajar as he watched in awe as his member was soaked in your saliva, your throat constricting around him and bringing him closer to the edge by the second.

His thrusts began to get sloppy and you could tell he was close to finishing, his words soon confirming your belief, "Jesus christ, I'm gonna cum so fucking hard. Gonna swallow it all? Like the good girl you are?"

You hummed in response, preparing yourself for his load. It was only seconds later when he left his balls contracting and his orgasm ripping throughout his entire body. He grunted in pleasure as his load shot down your throat, warming your insides. Pulling out, he stroked himself a couple times to finish off his orgasm, tugging the last spurts of his load onto your tongue. Once he had come down from his high, he let out a heavy breath and watched as you swallowed every last drop of him.

"Jesus," he breathed, running a hand through his sweaty hair, "fuck, I think that was one of the best blowjobs I've ever had."

Your confidence rose as you stood on your feet in front of him, smirking at him, "Oh yeah?"

"Mhm," he hummed as he placed his hands on your hips, eyes trailing down to your lips, "you're really sexy."

"So are you," you grinned, letting his lips engulf yours before pushing him off, "As much as I wanna continue this, I am still on the clock."

He giggled at your statement before bending down and pulling his pants back up, "Give me your number and maybe we can meet up next time I'm in town."

You smiled, "Okay."

What the hell just happened?

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sadist1224 · 7 months

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There is no limit to my desire Mafia!141 AU

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Mafia!141 AU, in which you wake up tied to a chair, in the middle of some warehouse with chains and hooks suspended from the ceiling. You're not panicking, no. You've been held hostage enough times to understand the complexity of your situation.

First of all, you try to determine your physical condition, noting that the old wound on your hip is aching, and there is an unpleasant crust on your cheek and cheekbone, most likely from blood.

Now you remember what happened. Yes, you were being chased. You were knocked to the ground and hit on the head. But it seems that you also managed to land several blows on the attacker.

After that, you begin to look around the space around you, noting that it is quite dark and damp here. Out of the corner of your ear you can hear a noise like water. Given the size of the hangar, the dampness and the noise of the water, you realize that you are somewhere near the shipyard.

Very far from the bar. Foreign territory. Mafia. Of course, 141 and Los Vaqueros are not the only gangs in your city. It is large enough for several groupings. Oh, if only you were still a police officer…

You pull your hands out, realizing that they are tied with ropes, tight enough to be able to break free. After a while, the sound of footsteps attracts you. This is a group of people, and not a small one.

A lamp turns on with a loud click above you, but it is high enough for a moderately dim light. I can see you now. You still can't tell the kidnappers apart, even though you're pretty sure they're right in front of you.

"You don't seem scared." - says one of them. From the small shadows, you assume there are five of them.

"Should I?" - you answer calmly, looking at the dark man in front of you. So far, you can clearly see only leather shoes and perfectly pressed trousers in dark gray.

The man in front of you is grinning.

"Koenig, turn on the light, please." - he says the same thing, and a second later several more lamps light up.

You don't have to squint. The light is still dim enough. But now you can definitely see them all. Five men in front of you, in suits that cost several times more than your salary. Three of them have masks over their faces. The person who communicated with you stands openly, the sleeves of his shirt are casually rolled up to the elbows, and the vest fits tightly around the waist.

And all five of them, bastards, are so attractive.

But if before that, it seemed to you that the men in front of you were tall, then the person who approached them from behind was almost a head taller than all of them. An obscure black cloth covered his face, leaving only his blue eyes visible. He looked at you incredulously, with a squint. You think he doesn't like you.

"And why do you need me?" - you decide to break the silence. Anyway, all six of them are examining you like an antique toy on a Christmas tree.

The Cortaks who kidnapped you in order to get to know you! To get acquainted! Your jaw almost fell to the floor, and their leader just laughed at your shocked expression!

He introduced himself as Axel, and he was incredibly curious about why 141 and Los Vaqueros were hanging around in a no-man's-land.

Axel, who is not at all embarrassed by your swearing in their direction, but only orders you to untie the hands of a man named Nobody. He apologizes for the damage he caused you, saying that their goal was only to grab you, not hurt you, but you turned out to be more glib than they imagined.

Axel introduces you to Horangi, Hutch, Nobody, Kruger and Koenig himself, who caught you.

Koenig, who can't handle your withering look at him and turns away in embarrassment.

He didn't want to hit you! Especially in the face! But seeing what you're capable of at the bar, he realized it wasn't going to be easy. A job is a job. But, God, that bruise on your face and the split cheekbone. He feels bad enough as it is. And then there's you with your look full of anger.

Damn, he'd like to meet you. In a normal way, like ordinary people, but now it seems you won't let him in.

Axel offers to take you to your neighborhood, where they could drop you off, but you just snort, refusing. You're not going with the bandits who kidnapped you! Even if they just wanted to get to know each other! You tell them something caustic in the likeness: "If you really wanted to get to know each other, you could just ask them out, gentlemen, damn it!", which amuses Axel again.

The man walks you to the exit, staying close to you. You don't even let him call a taxi and walk to the nearest bus stop.

That's it! And you're good! Axel knew how tense his team was when 141 suddenly began to get active in the no-man's-land, and what was his surprise when people informed him about a certain barmaid who pointed a gun at the face of the Soap! Oh, damn, he wanted to meet you. And his boys, too. A civilian who challenged one of the most dangerous factions in the city! Yes, anyone will be interested in it! Therefore, Cortak needs to act quickly, maybe get you on their side, make you their spy?

Kruger and No One who at first did not believe in your steadfast fearless nature, considering you another "girl from the alley" who dared to show her teeth. They were sure that if they scared you, you would immediately curl up and cry. Imagine their surprise when you didn't live up to expectations?

Hutch was just curious, as was his commander. He didn't have expectations, but you definitely made him laugh.

And the Horangs? This guy realized in the bar that you're not an easy thing. Of course, he saw the impression you made on his great friend. And he also understood how difficult it would be for Koenig now. As soon as his reaction to you is noticed by others, he will not be able to avoid jokes and ridicule, especially from Kruger. these two will get rid of the word altogether. But Horangi will try to help his socially anxious friend in any way he can.

Koenig, who wants to fall into the ground. The giant didn't dare look at you before he left, and something told him that you definitely weren't looking in his direction. Oh, he's going to have to figure out how to apologize. And be sure, it will happen soon.

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chronicsyd · 3 days

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Actually, I’ve got a few redactions + Add on's about the long ass post on the S2 trailer I made a couple weeks ago.

So while I still think Vi painted the gauntlets black to disguise herself, I’m thinking the fight with Warwick damages them again because when Vi’s with Ekko here, they are different than how they first appeared. So Ekko and Heimerdinger could repair them before fighting Ambessa, also it would partially explain why he's here fighting with her at all (so to the anon that asked, yes i do agree that Ekko/Heimerdinger probably fixed them)

I’ve been seeing posts about Jinx kinda sorta “adopting” a kid in the new season (you can kinda see them in that clip with Smeech attacking Sevika) and there’s the scene with Undercity people surrounding Jinx having blue hair so my thoughts are now leaning more towards that this is that child in question than something having to do with Jinx or Powder herself. it would also explain Sevika's new look and such.

I'm SUCH an idiot but the gem imbedded in Viktor's wrist is most likely for the arm they showed back in S1, much like how they showed the gauntlets that Vi would eventually be using. I just didn't give the arm a second thought until now despite knowing The Machine Herald already had the third arm (insert face palm here...)

Back to the lines from Vi and Caitlyn from the announcement teaser 3 years ago, it's clear that they're talking about the temple fight that happens later on. Caitlyn has to see this through but she doesn't want to do it alone because she knows that she or Jinx is going to end up dead as a result; but Vi feels she needs to fight Jinx herself because we're probably going to see a bunch of stuff happen before the fight (like the Kiramman tent fight for example) because Vi says "no one else needs to get hurt", but at first I just thought that Vi was talking about Jinx's attack on the Council.

I'm still unsure who's in the orange that Ambessa's talking to because no ones signature color in Arcane has been orange as far as i know (it's been mainly reds, blues, whites, and golds) so I'm thinking that it's a hospital outfit of some sort (I could be wrong, but that's where my thoughts are towards) and she's talking to someone in Piltover that Can implement Martial Law and there's really only 3 examples that could do that: Caitlyn, Jayce, or Mel (if Mel happens to be alive of course. and I'm pretty sure the other Councilor's are about as dead as dogshit, or should be because besides Cassandra did you Really give a fuck about the rest of them?).

someone else pointed this out and I for the Life of me can't find their account but the lines on the floor point to this being Stillwater Hold, so at some point that's where Jinx's base of operations is, or she's just breaking them out but at least in this scene i don't think so.

I'm changing my stance on this, this is happening right before Act 3 (or more specifically, before we see her in the Ambessa fight). mainly because while the lighting is damn near impossible to make out, i think her hair is cut in this scene, she's also missing the ropes on her top. Mainly because when we see her with the finger prosthetic she still has her braids and that's Definitely happening post Act 1. so she's crying about something different from Silco here and I'm having a dreading idea on what it is...

I don't think Vi is carrying Cait on her shoulders, mainly because with the lighting the vest looks brown but when we see Caitlyn her vest is very clearly black. So not exactly sure who it is, I'm kinda thinking it's the blue fish guy (is Arcane gonna give us the names of Caitlyn's comrades yet?!) and the explosion we see with him isn't the same one that knocked Vi down. but that's just hypothetical, the only thing I'm Sure about is that Vi isn't carrying Caitlyn at least.

I have NO idea Why and I have NO credible sources on this but for some reason my brain keeps telling Sevika's dying. No i don't know the how or the when but it'd just be another tally of grief for Jinx (because we're probably going to see them get close despite their animosity back in S1) (and let's be real anyone that takes on even a Slight "parenting" role to Vi or Jinx is getting the axe, i don't make the rules)

So far the only thing I'm having trouble placing is uhhh everyone that Isn't Vi, Jinx or Caitlyn. because they've been Massively marketing the three of them but when it comes to people like Viktor and Jayce not a fucking clue. We got that clip of Ekko and Heimerdinger sneaking into Piltover where they probably do some sorta hextech experimenting but that's really the limit of my knowledge. I know the people I was confused about have to do with Viktor and the Glorious Evolution thing but other than that, I've really only got solid thoughts on our three ladies for the season.

Also it seems like tomorrow they're probably going to be showing us what they showed at the Annecy festival for pit fighter Vi back in June so... can't wait for that!

and that's what i got for now...

#arcane #arcane season 2 #league of legends #caitlyn kiramman #vi arcane #jinx arcane #viktor arcane #ekko arcane #arcane theory #theory #redacted thoughts

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icey--stars · 11 months

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ACOTAR and TOG males in Corsets/Vests (Headcanons)

The High Lords of Prythian + 2 more ACOTAR males and then Rowan and Fenrys from TOG.

I think my self control just went down the hill because now I'm on pinterest looking at men in corsets and imagining which acotar/tog male would wear which. As well as vests (I have an addiction). So far I've come to the following conclusions: (doesn't include cass and az because I literally only see them wearing leathers/more formal leathers, not really a corset/vest. MAYBE az, but only for eris.)

If you want to see my lack of self control, feel free to look lol

Rhysand:

Would be so good looking in a corset. (However, Lucien, Thesan and Tarquin would be slightly better). However, I have to say that he'd probably be better looking in a vest than a corset 🫣 The purple one would match his eyes and well... his eyes happen to be one of my favorite physical characteristics of him.

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Helion:

THIS male. Oh lordy. He'd ROCK a corset like none other and honestly, he's never going to wear a vest. I don't see him doing it. He'd wear the traditional Day Court robes but then he'd one day just walk out in the gold chains (far right) and everyone would not be able to take their eyes off him. And the gold?? The gold fits too well with his dark skin. I am UNWELL.

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Lucien Vanserra:

I am panting after this male so badly. He would be the best looking in a corset, absolutely no competition. He would have everyone drooling over him and THEN he'd just pop out in a vest and it'd be the same. He looks way too good in either. He looks good in like every court's style too! I just can't with him. I could put him in any of the corsets on this post and he'd look FABULOUS.

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Thesan:

Would absolutely have his lover panting after him in either a corset or vest. I like to imagine Dawn Court fashion with like soft yellows and oranges along with creams and browns?? I think that the first corset fits the best into that. But do I really need to say more? With his skin tone (a more asian one, darker. definitely not white at all) he would look HEAVENLY.

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Kallias:

Would look best in a vest, BUT if anyone is going to look ANY good in a dark blue/white corset, it's definitely Kallias. Now, the middle one wouldn't be paired with black of course, but he'd look DAMN GOOD in it. Am I going insane? Probably.

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Tarquin:

This male would canonically wear corsets daily. The vest just doesn't do it for him. Sure, he looks amazing but it's also too warm in Summer to wear it! He'd be wearing the corset with nothing under it (or for court proceedings, a white dress shirt) but literally- he'd look so hot. Thus far, the rankings for corsets are: Lucien, Tarquin, Thesan, Helion and then Rhys. Everyone else is irrelevant.

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Eris Vanserra:

We are going to skip Beron, I'm sorry. If you can't tell by the number of times I've ruthlessly had Beron killed in my fics, then you should know I hate him.

So, Eris Vanserra, High Lord of the Autumn Court is definitely someone who I'd rather see in a vest. But a corset? If he finds the right one, he'd look damn good. Just like his little brother. Though, I feel like he'd be so tired after ruling Autumn that he'd wear it mostly to help his posture lol

However, when he's not tired and wears a vest, he'd look like a god incarnate and I'd get down on my knees to worship the ground he walks on.

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Tamlin:

We believe in Tamlin in vests around these parts. (and forgiveness, but that's not what these weird headcanons are about) He'd be drool worthy. His hair?? PERFECT to match the first vest or the corset. I swear, he'd look so good that I'd be panting if he walked by me.

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Rowan Whitethorn:

Rowan? Rowan would wear a corset and have Aelin panting after him the entire day and absolutely nobody would be able to focus that day. Like literally, if you even get a glance, your mind is BROKEN. I would personally just get down on my knees and beg. I don't know about you guys, but if I imagine his tattoo as well, it only serves to make it worse. And a vest?? If you imagine the right with the green and then a more silver color... yeah, I think you get the point. Rowan is drool worthy ALWAYS.

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Fenrys Moonbeam

Do I really even need to say anything?? DO I? Fenrys. Corset. I am melting. He could fit into so many colors and styles and look amazing? I'm not even going to provide a vest picture because any fancy ones that I look up would automatically look good on him. His onyx dark eyes just make it easier!!

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Okay... well that was longer than anticipated but I hope you all enjoyed those thoughts. I think I've gone feral by looking at all these images and imagining the acotar/tog men in corsets.

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obitv · 1 year

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@ghostknifeweek day 2: heart

read it on ao3 here

It's only a few days after the Prime Defenders are officially formed that Vyncent notices the... tattoo? that Dakota has on his bicep. From what he can tell so far, tattoos are pretty common in this world, but it's William who draws his attention to it. Indirectly, of course, but he keeps glancing at it when he thinks nobody is noticing and getting this... complicated look on his face. Human faces are harder to read, especially since he don't know either of these two yet. So, he asks.

"Hey, Dakota? What's with that tattoo on your arm?"

Dakota looks over at Vyncent, surprised, and he notices that William's head also snaps over to him at the same time. It makes him slightly jumpy, having both of them staring so blatantly, but clearly it means something. It's a small heart, fully black, on the outside of his upper arm, only visible because Dakota had taken his usual flannel off and had a vest on underneath.

Dakota doesn't let up on the staring, and Vyncent starts to wonder if he'd accidentally violated ANOTHER unspoken taboo because neither of them are saying anything. Dakota shakes it off eventually, but what he says doesn't make much sense to Vyncent.

"It's my soul mark? Y'know, the way to know you met your soulmate?! Dude, I'm starting to think you really are from another world. You don't- Don't you have one?" He sounds distressed at the end, like not having a 'soul mark' is some horrible fate.

Soulmates. Seriously? That's- fairy tale bullshit, as far as Vyncent's concerned. Stories of powerful magic meant to entertain children, not actual things. Then again, as far as William and Dakota are concerned, dragons are made up to entertain kids. Supposedly. Vyncent's pretty sure every world has dragons. But- off topic.

"I- No? Dakota, I told you- No, how do they even work? We definitely don't have those back on- back home," Vyncent answers, brushing off how Dakota still doesn't believe he's not from here, despite being a different species.

"Well, wayyyy back, like, FOREVER ago, the first time heroes existed, everyone had a soulmark! And then the heroes disappeared and they did too, but then the PRIME FORCE did their cool shit and everyone has one again! They're black until you meet your soulmate, then it gets colours!"

Vyncent narrows his eyes at Dakota. He... seems genuine? This doesn't seem like something Dakota would joke about. Just to be sure though, Vyncent turns to look at William-

Who isn't there. Shouldn't one of them have heard the door open if William had left? Maybe Dakota had noticed and not said anything?

Whatever. That's just proof he's letting himself get distracted by trivial things. If he's so out of it he can't even hear footsteps and a door... Dakota, thankfully, is already back to his own exercise. More training is clearly what he needs.

Eventually, a pattern forms. Without fail, every single time soulmates get brought up, William finds a way to leave without answering any questions about it. Going invisible, falling through the floor... On more memorable occasions, even going intangible to walk straight through a door, or pretending to answer a call and walking off.

It's weird, is what it is. Vyncent doesn't like talking with Tide, but he'd had to once they'd started going to school and Vyncent found out Dakota really wasn't lying. Tide told him what he wanted to know about soulmarks at least, but still! William's way more interesting when he talks about things, and is less likely to somehow manage to go off on a lecture. But even when it got brought up in school William was never there...

In a quiet moment after meeting Ashe, Vyncent decides to ask her if she'd noticed William's behaviour too. He knows she has one, even though he's never seen it, so he reasons that she might understand. And unlike Dakota, she won't immediately run off to find William and try ask him herself.

"I mean... maybe he's just private? Could just be a taboo where he's from, I've heard of that. Like, some people think its bad luck or whatever? My- uh. My mom was like that, before she met Mark." She leans back against the couch and seems to consider it more, and a complicated look crosses her face. Fucking humans and their lack of ears and tails...

He stares at her in hopes she'll.. say something that makes sense instead of making minute facial expressions. When she does speak again, it's more halting than before, like she doesn't want to say it. "Or... maybe he doesn't have a soulmark?"

"Is that possible?" Vyncent frowns. As far as he'd been told, the only reason he doesn't have a soulmate is because he wasn't born on Prime. Nobody has ever said it was possible for people to just... be born here without one.

Ashe winces a little and shrugs. "I've seen it mentioned online, but it's... really rare. Absurdly." She reaches up to tug on her hair a little, sighing. "It's probably just personal. But- keep it in mind, yeah? I'll try to get Dakota to stop talking about it so much."

And then the world ends.

The sky rains blood, Mark drags them out to some cabin in the middle of nowhere, Dakota and Vyncent wrestle in the mud, William makes a rocket, you know the story.

In the non-stop chaos that follows, nobody really has time to bring up soulmates. Ashe follows through and elbows Dakota in the side when he tries to bring it up at the cabin, and again at Richie's when they're being fitted for their suits. Richie gives confused looks to both Vyncent and William, but thankfully Dakota immediately bounds up when they're all finished in the weird machine and starts whispering his ideas to the designer before things could get more awkward.

Small blessings.

Then William dies. Ashe can't do anything and Vyncent is suddenly deeply, deeply regretful that he never bothered to learn from a cleric.

To say things work out would be a gross simplification. They lug William's body around, first without guidance and then with it once Ashe realises she can talk to his ghost. Vyncent begins to wonder if maybe he should try asking what the Prime equivalent of a cleric is, just in case, but then they're chasing after Wavelength and he's preoccupied with the mental battle of trying not to let Alphonse kill the asshole and fuck everything up more.

But William ends up alright again, at least. Alphonse... isn't happy about the situation, so Vyncent resolves to keep some distance until he calms down. Just- to be safe. If he were to dwell on it,he'd know that he really, really doesn't want to see William that hurt, ever again.

Maybe it's because of all the stress and chaos that Vyncent doesn't notice anything for... however long it takes. But the day they get their hero suits, he takes a moment in the changing room to check on his bruises from Alphonse's fight.

He doesn't just find bruises. It's hard to see, resting on a dip in his spine right between his shoulder blades, but as he contorts in the mirror he sees it - a small black heart. One that by all rights he shouldn't have.

Vyncent Sol does not want to think about soulmates. So he doesn't. He stares at the mark, forces his breathing to steady, and pulls the rest of his outfit back on. Breathes some more - even if none of the others can read elf body language, he's better safe than sorry.

He walks back out, strikes a few poses in his new gear, and forces the topic from his mind.

William Wisp does not have a soulmate.

For years, he had hoped that it was a fluke, some anomaly in the magic, and as soon as he met his soulmate his soulmark would finally appear and people would stop glancing at him whenever the topic was brought up.

Then he died. Nobody really knows how soulmate magic works, but people who died before the marks came back didn't have any marks on their corpses. So he... just wouldn't ever have a soulmate.

He'd hoped to all fucking hell that he could avoid the topic with his new group. Luckily, the wisps gave him the perfect powers for avoiding awkward conversations! It's just his luck to get teamed with a guy who doesn't know anything about soulmates and a guy who's obsessed with them, but there's always the classic "fall through the floor" trick.

Which he does. A lot. Vyncent is fucking relentless after Dakota talks to him, and William has to pull out every strategy and even invent some new ones to get away from it.

Vyncent... intrigues him. Once he lets up on the soulmate questions, they actually start to get pretty close, and William lets himself fantasize.

They're nice fantasies. Ones where William tells Vyncent he can't have a soulmate because he's dead, and Vyncent says it doesn't matter and picks him up (which Vyncent can do, and finding that out was when William became incredibly grateful his blush isn't as strong anymore) and kisses him and fireworks go off and they hold hands and skip away into the sunset. Or something.

William is infinitely glad he doesn't dream anymore, too.

The daydreaming picks up when William finds out that since Vyncent isn't from Prime, he also doesn't have a soulmate! Dakota's upset enough for the two of them, right? Maybe- Maybe one day, when William builds up the courage, they can be, like... chosen soulmates.

When those thoughts start to come up, William works harder to push them out. He has far more important shit to think about these days than hanging on to his childhood dream of finding a soulmate. He doesn't have one.

A couple weeks after Dakota leaves, Vyncent and Will settle into something like a routine. They train, they eat, they watch movies, they do a little vigilante work, they ignore WATCH's calls... almost all normal teenager things.

They both realise pretty fast William doesn't actually have good clothes for exercising in, but after raiding Dakota's closet they find he has shirts in... way more sizes than he'd ever need? Which is weird, but he's not fucking here to ask about it, is he? So William takes some of the tank tops.

Which is a wonderful time for him to forget that Vyncent, being the adorably oblivious guy he is (as much as William resents it - both the adorable and oblivious parts), is the kind of guy who occasionally forgets to knock when he opens door. To be fair, normally William hears him walking and makes sure he's presentable, but he's tired and angry and might be muttering to himself so much that he doesn't have time to pull the top on when Vyncent opens the door.

Small mercy: he has his back to the door. Big problem: Vyncent does not immediately turn and walk back out, but instead pauses and asks, "When did you get that tattoo?"

This is a problem, because William does not have any tattoos on his back. He whips around to look at Vyncent, trying to see if he's fucking around, but- He looks shaken. Like William's supposed tattoo is something that's freaking both of them out.

"Wh-what tattoo?" He asks, near frantic. His heart never quite races anymore but he still feels himself flush, feels if speed up just a little. He can't let himself get his hopes up jumping to conclusions, but he can't help but mentally cross his fingers while he waits for Vyncent to answer.

"It's... a heart. Right," he gestures to his chest, below his collarbones, "here. On your back. Not- not a black one. It's... indigo, I think? Is it- not a tattoo?" His voice is almost as unsteady as William feels, which doesn't make any sense, right? Right? Because why would Vyncent care if William has a soulmark or not, why would Vyncent immediately be able to place it on himself?

His mind is racing in place of his heart beat. He looks Vyncent in the eyes, just for a moment, and then runs through him to reach the bathroom and its much bigger mirror as fast as he can. He can faintly hear Vyncent running through the halls, but it takes longer when you have to go around the walls and not through them.

Small perks of not being able to control his powers well when his emotions spike.

He can't help but freeze up once he's standing there. Gripping the sink, staring into his own eyes... the dread, the excitement, the curiosity, it's all building up inside him and it's near paralysing. But he's William Wisp, and he can't resist the pull of a new mystery.

He turns around. It's hard to see, because he really isn't that flexible, but he sees it. A small indigo heart, sitting on his spine between his shoulder blades. A real, tangible soul mark. And- indigo, not black.

He doesn't cry. He can't, but his vision blurs anyway and he has to face the sink again to grab hold of something to keep himself upright.

It's like deja-vu, then. He doesn't hear Vyncent coming, just sees him in the reflection, appearing behind him in the doorway. Their eyes meet, and William doesn't fucking know what to say. How do you- how do you ask someone that? How do you ask, "Hey, I know we took comfort in both not having soulmates, but- are we?"

Vyncent doesn't make him ask. His eyes flicker between William's face in the mirror and the soul mark, and instead of saying anything he turns around and pulls the hem of his shirt up to his neck.

"What colour is it?"

Reading people has never been William's best skill. Reading Vyncent is even harder, given the cultural differences. So he doesn't try to decipher how Vyncent feels based on his voice, he just stares at the heart on Vyncent's back, in the exact same place as his own. And he answers, voice softer than he expected, "Indigo."

There's a long beat where neither of them move. Then William turns to face him right as Vyncent drops his shirt back down and turns at the same time. And William is made acutely aware of many things - how he's still shirtless, the coolness of the sink at his back, the fact he's been dreaming about this moment since he was 13 years old, that Vyncent can move incredibly fast when he wants to...

And how it feels to finally kiss Vyncent Sol. He barely processes it as Vyncent moves closer to him, stays standing where he was even as Vyncent reaches out and rests his hands on William's shoulder and hip. He's so warm, skin to skin, and Will thinks he could hear Vyncent's heart pounding as they draw closer and then lean in as one.

There aren't fireworks, but they don't need them. It's a little awkward, because clearly neither of them are used to this, but William tilts his head just right and suddenly the cold doesn't matter, the fact he never believed this could ever happen for him doesn't matter. He can feel Vyncent's heart, his breath, and his hands feel like they're burning him in a way he could get addicted to.

He doesn't want it to end, but he knows they definitely have to talk and maybe let him put a shirt on, so he pulls back first. He's never been this close to Vyncent's face before, and he wants to memorise it instantly. He's so gorgeous it's- distracting, right, because he wanted to talk.

"So -"

"Oh, I -"

They both stop and have to hold back laughter. Vyncent rests his forehead against William's and Will has to seriously focus to stop himself from falling through the floor at the gesture.

"I- Was that OK? Sorry, I-"

"No, hey, it was- more than OK, Vynce, really." He moves his hands up from where they'd settled on Vyncent's sides and holds his face and his hands. "It was perfect. I l- We're soulmates!" He laughs, more than he has in weeks, a full laugh that shakes him and then shakes Vyncent as he joins in. "We're rucking soulmates, Vynce! The real thing!"

Vyncent stops laughing before him. It takes Will a minute to get himself under control again, and when he looks up he can see Vyncent watching him with pure fondness in his eyes and thinks, maybe, if he hadn't been in love already then he definitely is now.

Later on, there will be time for more kisses. There will be time for talking, and cuddling, and memorising every line of Vyncent's face, learning exactly where their soulmarks are and knowing it's a part of them. For now, though, William is perfectly content to stay right where he is and let himself be stupidly, hopelessly, happily in love.

#ghostknifeweek2023 #jrwi #prime defenders #william wisp #vyncent sol #ghostknife #primedefenders #myfic #hi :) shoutout to oli for helping me so fucking much with this fic!! it cwouldnt exist without them

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The Saregeant's Daughter - Chapter 13 Jay

"I'm going to drop them off right now actually"

Chicago PD S7 EP16: Violence Part One

Units on the citywide. 2533 south Whipple. Armed robbery in progress. Pay-day Advantage.

"5021 George, we're rolling on it," I said into my radio.

"There's a silent alarm," I said getting out of the car with Hailey.

"5021 Henry on the scene, Calls bins fide," Hailey said into her radio.

We walked up to the scene with our guns drawn out, Hailey was in front and I was in the back covering her.

Copy that, 5021 Henry. Backup en route

Hailey walked into the bank when I heard a woman screaming.

"I got this you go," she said.

"Alright," I said leaving her side and walking towards the screaming.

"Hey, shut up! Come on" A male dressed in all black with a gun in hand.

"Police! Don't move" I yelled out.

They started to fire the gun towards me and Hailey, I ran for cover behind a car and returned fire.

"10-1, 10-1. I got shots fired. Shots fired at the police, send me some cars. I got people everywhere" I said into my radio.

I shot my gun at the getaway vehicle breaking the glass of the truck with my bullets.

"I got two masked offenders fleeing northbound in a gray van"

I walked backward towards the people behind me, a white woman in a red jacket was on the ground with a black male who was shot.

"5021 George, roll an ambo. Got a civilian hit" I said into my radio as I applied pressure on the god-shot wound.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm okay."

"What's your name, man?" I asked the man.

"What's your name?"

"Carl," he said whipper in pain.

"Carl, stay with me," I said holding onto his hand.

"Hold on. I gotta talk to you for a second" I said walking up to the women.

"Oh," she said taking a deep breath, "Can't believe this. It's horrible"

"Yeah, I know. We're just trying to piece together everything that happened" I said with my hands behind my vest, "Can you tell me your name?"

"It's Michelle. Taylor. Michelle Taylor" she said.

"Okay. Where were you when the robbery went down?" I asked her.

"I was in the store down the street, shopping," she said pointing towards the shops she was at.

I nodded my head, "Michelle, do you remember seeing anyone or anything that was suspicious before the robbery?" I asked her.

"No" she shook her head, " I was inside the store, and when I came out, I heard the shooting. And I was so scared, I hid behind a car. And then I saw that man get shot, so I went to go help him" she said crying.

"A Good Samaritan," I said sending her a small smile.

"Well, if you don't need anything else, I have to pick up my daughter from school"

"Just gotta take down your information, in case I have more questions," I said.

"Yeah"

"All right, what we got was three guys. Two of them go inside to hit the place. Another one's waiting in a van down the street as a getaway driver" I said explaining every to Voight.

"Huh"

"They're experienced and motivated," Hailey said.

"Yeah, they definitely had no problem pulling the trigger," I said.

"Well, we get a look at these guys?" Voight said looking at both of us.

"No, they were wearing masks, and when the shooting started, a bystander got hit, and he was just a guy on his way home from work," I said.

"Clerk said the offenders were both male and white. She could see their necks under the mask. She saw them pass the door strip" Kim said pointing at the entrance, " she said that one was 6'0" and one was 6'4"

"And the only physical evidence inside the store are these zip-ties, which were used to restrain the victims," Vanessa said holding up a bag of zip-ties.

"Patrol found the silver van parked about a mile down the road in an abandoned parking lot off Division. It's been torched. It's still on fire. Reported stolen about a week ago" Antonio said.

"So that's where they the switch. No prints, no DNA?"

"No nada"

"There's no pictures either. They spray-painted all the surveillance cameras as soon as they walked into the store" Kevin said looking at each camera.

"Well, the fact they knew where the cameras were suggests they case the place," Hank said, "So let's keep talking to witnesses, but pull all the surveillance over the last couple of months. These guys did their homework. Maybe we can catch them studying"

"Copy that"

"All right, bring me up to speed," Hank said walking towards the front of the room.

"The same crew has hit two other check-cashing places in the last couple of weeks, so that makes three. It's definitely a pattern" Hailey said looking at her computer screen.

"They're using gloves and masks. Same MO, and they're stealing a car every time to cover up their tracks" I said standing next to Hailey with my arms on her desk.

"Sarge, I pulled the rest of the eyes on the block as you said," Vanessa said as we all walked towards her and Kevin.

"And?"

"And as far as we can tell, they had a lookout. That might be our way in" Kevin said looking at his computer screen.

"Thought it was a three-man crew?"

"Same thing we thought, but this makes four. So this is the drug store on the north end of the corner five minutes before the robbery. The kid in the bike, that's our lookout" Kevin said pulling up the CCTV footage so we could all see it, "Look, he's watching that patrol car down the block. As soon as that patrol car leaves.." Vanessa said.

"He calls it in," Voight said.

"And there go the bad guys and there's the minivan our shoots escaped in," Kevin said.

"All right, so how do we get the kid?" Antonio asked

"Well, we ran facial rec, Jamal Meeky. 20. He's got one prior for breaking and entering, spent a year in juvie" Vanessa said as Kevin gave Hank the file.

"Good. Let's roll him up"

"Okay, so the woman who Jamal thought was suspicious, Michelle Taylor, I interviewed her at the crime scene," I said looking at her file.

"The Good Samaritan?" Hailey said from her desk.

"The Good Samaritan who gave me a bogus number. And her story does not jibe with Jamal's. She said she was inside during the robbery. He says no, she outside the whole time" I said.

"All right, so now she's a suspect. Find her" Hank said walking back into his office.

I walked into the flower shop where Michelle and her daughter were packing flowers.

"Excuse me. Maybe you could help me?" I said as the door closed to the shop

She looked at me shocked as I stood in front of her, "Tina, go back to the office and start your homework" she said.

"So you do have a daughter. That's partially true, anyway" I said staring at her.

"How did you find me?" She questioned.

"A Prius registered to this florist was parked outside the robbery," I said explaining how I found her, "You want to start over? Or wanna head out in handcuffs in front of your daughter"

"Michelle," she said, "Michelle Sullivan"

"Why'd you give me false information?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to get involved with the police," she said.

"I got a witness saying that you were going from store to store, acting strangely during the robbery. You said you were inside the shopping center when you heard the gunshots. So is that lie number two?" I said repeating her story.

"No, I-I was confused. There was so much going on. I didn't..." she stopped mid-sentence and looked out the window.

"Are you involved with the robbery?"

I saw her shifting uncomfortably as she looked outside, I turned around to see what she looking at and saw a male standing outside on the phone.

I then recognized that look of fear in her eyes, "If you're in some kind of trouble, you know I can help you" I said low enough for her only to hear.

"No, you can't," she said clearing her throat as soon as the door opened to the shop.

"Hi, baby," the guy said kissing her cheek.

"Hi"

"Where's Tina?" He asked.

"In the office working on some homework," she said pointing towards the back.

I stared the guy up and down and took his features in, white male maybe 6 feet blue eyes a black mustache I couldn't see his hair since he was wearing a beanie.

"You okay?" He asked as he starched his head.

"Oh, yeah, I'm just, I'm, helping a customer," she said sending me a forced smile.

I sent her a small smile, "Who are you getting flowers for?" He asked.

"My beautiful girlfriend deserves some after working long shifts at the hospital," I said lying through my teeth and the lie sounded so right before I sent a smile at them.

"Bro, carnations are for parades. If I were you, I'd go red roses" he said.

"My girl doesn't like red roses, she likes pink and white flowers," I said thinking back to the moment Will had mentioned Madeline's favorite flowers.

"I'll warp them up," she said going to grab the pink and white flowers.

"Red is better but I hope she likes the one you get her," he said rushing out.

"All right, thanks"

I got into the truck where Hailey was waiting for me with the flowers in my hand.

"What a guy" she said chucking as I placed the flowers on the passenger side since she was in the back.

"Her husband came in. She told him I was a customer" I said turning to look at her, "something didn't feel right, and the look she gave me when he walked in was fear" I said.

"Yeah, well, uh I took a picture of them, ran it through the system," she said looking at her laptop screen, "lit up the screen turns out our Good Samaritan is married to a convicted felon"

"Let me guess, armed robbery"

She nodded her head, " told you we were good together" she said smiling, " now who are those pretty flowers for?" She said smirking at me.

"Well— I told them I got them for my beautiful girlfriend who works at the hospital," I said turning away from her.

"And you got her, her favorite flowers I assume"

"Maybe," I said starting the car.

"When are you going to give them to her?"

"I'm going to drop them off right now actually," I said driving towards Med.

I parked the car and got out of the car with flowers in hand and Hailey following behind me wanting to see this interaction go down.

I saw Will talking with Ethan I walked towards them and I caught Ethan's attention and he sent me a smile.

"Detective, what brings you here to Med today?" He said shaking my hand.

"I'm just here to drop some flowers off for a fellow doctor," I said nodding my head.

"That fellow doctor happened to have long black hair, brown eyes, 5'0 feet, and your sergeant's niece," Will said describing Madeline all in one breath as he sent a smirk my way.

"Oh my, and you just happen to have to of her favorite flowers," Ethan said.

"Yeah, you guys are correct," Hailey said smiling at them.

"Madeline happens to be in the lounge going over some files on her laptop"

I thanked them and made my way towards the lounge. I took a deep breath and opened the door. She looked open from her computer screen, she was wearing glasses and her long black was thrown up in a messy bun.

"Jay! What brings you here?" She said with a smile on her face.

"I came to drop off some flowers for you," I said walking towards her.

I saw her blush and her eyes widened she covered her face with her hands, "Jay you didn't have to bring me flowers, plus we haven't even been on a date." she said chucking as she stood up from her chair, "I keep waiting for a text from you"

"It wasn't a problem, so now I could ask you a question," I said handing her the flowers.

She took the flowers and smiled as she looked at them, "I've never received flowers that weren't from my dad or brother" she said smelling them, "Thank you so much, Jay. Now what is your question" She said kissing my cheek.

I felt my cheeks heat up acting shy in front of each other, "Well first off, It's no problem at all, secondly do you wanna go on a date tomorrow night?"

"Hmmm, let me think about it?" she said tapping her chin with her right finger, "Of course, I would love to go on a date with you Jay," she said smiling.

"Great, I will pick you up at 7:30 pm tomorrow, send me your address," I said.

"Michelle Taylor is Michelle Sullivan, who is married to Shane Sullivan," Hailey said putting their pictures up on the board," 30 years old, lived his whole life in Bridgeport except for three years that he served in Pontiac Prison for armed robbery. Was released six months ago. Works in construction"

"We talked to the guys on robbery who worked the case. It was a three-man crew doing home invasions. They arrested Shane and tried to get him to flip on the others. He wouldn't do it, he's old school loyal" Adam said shaking his head.

"All right, any leads on the new crew?" Hank asked with his arms crossed against his chest.

"Shane is 6'4", which matches the clerk's description," Vanessa said from behind Hank as she sat on her desk.

"We ran Shane's phone records. The only person he called in the last two days is his wife Michelle, which means this new crew is communicating with Burner" Kim said.

"And Michelle is the Good Samaritan," Hank said turning to look at me," we get anything on her yet?"

"Michelle Sullivan, she's also 30 years old born and raised in Bridgeport. She's got zero criminal history. She's got an eight-year-old daughter, and she works part-time as a florist" I said.

"And part-time lookout for her husband's robbery crew," Vanessa said.

"Well, that's the theory. We don't have the evidence" I said

"I mean, it wasn't a coincidence that she was at the check-cashing store"

"Yeah, I hear all that, but based on her behavior, she didn't give me up as a cop to her husband, so that suggests to me that she's in trouble with him. I think she's scared of him" I said thinking about her fear when he came in, "So we gotta cultivate her, win her trust"

"I'm with Jay," Hailey said, "If we push her and doesn't wanna play ball, we're tipping our hand to Shane"

"Right, and we know he's not gonna cooperate with the cops. If we push him, then he's just gonna shut down the whole crew. They're gonna disappear in the wind" I said.

"Okay, so get out your cameras," Hank said walking down, "Let's follow Shane. Get a tracker on his car. And dig into his associates. Let's ID this crew, get them in the pocket before they hit again"

"Copy that"

We all sat at the Sullivan residence in our cars, I saw them both walk outside almost arguing.

"All right, saddle up. Our boys coming out" I said into the radio.

"Target is getting into a gray, four-door BMW"

"I don't think they could afford that BMW on a part-time florist salary," Hailey said as we looked at the car driving away.

"He's headed south, down Princeton towards 33rd"

"Copy. Standing by on 31 to pick him up" Kim said into the radio.

"His name is Mike Brady. He's notorious in Bridgeport. Been a person of interest in over a dozen heists" Hank said placing a picture up on the board, "They're all open cases. None of them have been cleared. Brady's tough to bust cause the guy only feeds when he's hungry, so the window of opportunity to grab this guy is very slim"

"A guy that works for him is no joke. Eric Walsh, age 40" Antonio said putting up another picture on the board, "He's another Bridgeport boy. He's basically got a timeshare at the county jail, he just did six months for possession of an illegal firearm"

"Well, the good news is the crew is active. But meeting in a public place is not a crime. So we need an act of furtherance to catch this crew solid so we can make a case" Hank said.

Kim walked back to us after taking a phone call, "I just talked to a nurse at Chicago Med. Carl Hoffman, the guy who was shot during the cash store robbery, just died. He left behind three kids" she said.

I turned away from her looked down at the ground and took a deep breath.

"So our armed robbery just graduated go homicide, it's time to take the gloves off"

"Michelle," I said taking pictures out from a file and placing them in front of her," These are from the check-cashing robbery the other day. We are more than certain that one of these men is Shane Sullivan, your husband" I said pointing at each picture.

She shook her head, "No, that's not possible "

"He just did a three-year stint for armed robbery. So it's definitely in the realm of possibility" Hailey said staring at her.

I laid my back against the wall, "You were there to help him" I said.

"No, that's not true"

"Come on, Michelle, you've been lying to us from the get-go. What were you doing there?" I said almost yelling at her, "Why were you on the street? You acting as a lookout?"

"No, I already told you. I was shopping"

"We checked the security footage. You weren't in that store. You wanna try again?" Hailey said.

She stayed quiet, I grabbed the last picture in the file and placed it in front of her, "Take a look at this picture. That's Carl Hoffman. This is the guy you were trying to save" I yelled pointing at the picture of him, "He is now dead. That officially puts you on the hook for felony murder"

"Look, we can still help you. You have no priors. If you cooperate you can live a life, and see your daughter go to college. If not, you're looking at 15 years" Hailey said in a more softer tone.

She still didn't look at us at all, "if you know my husband did this robbery, how come you're talking to me?"

I nodded my head in disbelief as those words left her mouth.

"Because we don't have any evidence against him, just you"

"I didn't do anything," she said as we both looked at her," and I need to get home. My daughter is getting dropped off from a play date"

"Michelle, you don't get it. You're not going home. You're not going home for a long time. Not unless you help us"

"Yeah, I would like to make a phone call. But I'm not gonna help you"

"So far, nothing. She's not cooperating" I said walking towards Hailey's desk and sitting on top of it.

"I don't understand. Why are we so soft-showing here? We can put her on the scene. We can start to build a case" Antonio said.

"Michelle denies seeing anything, and we can't prove she did anything"

"Right, and if she doesn't testify we can't even place Shane at the scene"

"Hailey, I ran those 911 in-service calls to Michelle Sullivan's address," Trudy said walking into the room with a file in hand.

"And?"

"Nothing. Not at her current address. However, they used to rent an apartment at 3956 South Lowe, the other side of Bridgeport" Trudy said handing Hailey the file.

"Thanks," Hailey said as Trudy left the room and walked downstairs.

Hailey opened up the file I tried to peek to see if I could see anything but she held the file close to her chest and her blonde hair covered it.

"Sarge, do you mind if we tap the brakes on pressing Michelle? I may have another way to get her to cooperate"

"Two hours," Hank said.

"Hi, I'm Doctor Gordon"

"Uh, Detective Upton, Detective Halstead"

"How are you doing?" I said shaking her hand.

"Here's the subpoena. Thank you for taking the time" Hailey said handing the doctor the paper.

"I'm happy to help"

"So you were the intake doctor that helped Michelle Sullivan four years ago?" Hailey said as we followed the doctor, "The police responded to a domestic"

"That's right, she was brought in by an ambulance. I wasn't able to find all the intake photos and x-rays with my notes attached but I can remember them without my notes"

"Really? From four years ago" I said shocked.

"Bad ones stay with you," she said tapping on her iPad to show us the picture, "The patient had swelling around the eye and six fractured ribs. She claimed it was from a bike accident"

"But it wasn't from a bike accident," Hailey said which caused me to turn to look at her.

"No, and it wasn't the first time. She had her ribs broken before. These are injuries a boxer might sustain" she said looking at us, " I asked her straight up if her husband was hurting her. I told her that she could be protected, and then her husband showed up that was that"

"You didn't notify the police?" Hailey asked.

"Of course I did, but she refused to press charges, and I couldn't prove that she didn't fall off her bike"

"Is there anything else you remember?" I asked.

"He seemed like such a normal guy. He even brought her flowers"

I turned to look at Hailey, "Red roses"

"Thank you"

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Chapter Two: Show Us Your Boobs!

Summary: Natasha takes a glimpse into your past.

Warnings: Car crash, murder, death, blood, Natasha shows a bit of her true nature, paparazzi being annoying.

A/N: This is a bit of a trauma chapter, so please be extra careful when reading!

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You sat quietly in the loud club of Lux as patrons danced below and workers above. Some were with friends, some were customers buying drinks, whilst others seemed shady but you remembered none of their faces. You were mostly glad to have found a table, to which you could inconspicuously take some photos of Natasha.

But when a drink fell onto your table, you looked up to see Wanda in a black spaghetti-strapped shirt, a necklace consisting of a sword charm hanging by her cleavage.

"Oh, I didn't order a drink." You told her.

"Courtesy of the owner." Wanda offered a fake smile, fidgeting with her rings.

"This is from Natasha?"

"She asked me to make you something you'd like. Did I get it wrong?"

"You and Natasha seem really close." You commented, driving the conversation away from the alcoholic beverage.

Wanda leaned on your table. "I followed her through the gates of Hell." She accented the last word with her outstretched tongue, seemingly longer than others you'd seen on TV.

"I'll take that as a yes." You muttered, watching Wanda take the cherry from your drink by sliding it off the umbrella into her mouth, walking away from you with a look of disdain.

But then, the keys of a piano echoed through the club and you looked down onto the main floor, which had been cleared of people except her. Her beautiful open red suit gave you more than enough incentive to look at her chest, even though you didn't. You approached her carefully and watched her fingers glide over the keys with expertise, a gentle sigh coming from her.

"Hello, Detective. How has your undercover surveillance of my activities gone so far?"

You smirked slightly - you should have known you'd get caught. "I've looked into you. As far as I can tell, you didn't exist five years ago."

"On the earthly plane, no." She entertained you.

"People don't appear out of thin air. Who were you? How did you survive getting shot six times by Jimmy Barnes?"

"Is that your normal reaction to someone saving your life? Investigating them?" Natasha raised an eyebrow at you.

You leaned on the top board of the piano. "When I see something I can't explain, yeah, I look for answers."

"Well, I've given you the answer, Detective. It's not my fault you won't accept it." She shrugged, looking at you carefully. "Do you know what I think?"

"I stopped trying to guess." You stood up and folded your arms, waiting to hear her foolish answer.

"I think you like me." She grinned.

*Definitely not.* Your thoughts chuckled, your voice much flatter. "What part of the look on my face gives you that impression?"

Natasha rolled her eyes, sighing. "No, no, no, it's not about the face. It's about the eyes, what's behind them. I think you see something that you truly desire, and you... you don't know what to do with yourself, do you?"

"Really?"

"Uh-huh."

Natasha watched as your expression changed, your pupils slightly more dilated as you sat down next to her. "That's more like it." She murmured, to which you shrugged and leaned into her, your free hand caressing up her suit whilst Natasha was mindful of your injury. "Detective, I never knew you cared."

You chuckled slightly before your nose almost touched hers, your hand lightly patting against her chest. "No bulletproof vest."

Natasha's grin fell. "What?"

"I just couldn't imagine how you'd get it under that suit, but I had to check." You stood, turning around slowly to see an almost defeated expression. "I'm gonna figure out your secret, Natasha."

Natasha scoffed. "It's not a secret if I'm telling you the answer! It's..." She trailed off, watching you carefully as if she was inspecting every single one of your skin cells. "Why don't I affect you, Detective? What makes you different?"

You shrugged, already tired. "I guess we both have our mysteries."

"Ah. Well, I'll show you mine if you show me yours." She flashed her signature smirk at you before your phone rang. "Oh, God, not that again."

"Valeria." You answered, but Natasha watched your expression change, your voice quieting. "Are you sure? Yes. Yes, um, please send me the address. I... I owe you one. Oh, finally."

"Now that affected you. What was it?" She stood, but you ignored her as you left the club.

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The scene was gruesome, to say the least. The sight of the upturned car with the victim's body lying half-in half-out was enough to make you lose your lunch appetite. You tried to avoid as much glass as possible, and you came up to the familiar face.

"The victim was being followed by a paparazzo. Tried to lose his tail. Instead, lost control of his car. Died on impact." Steve informed you.

"And the paparazzo following him was...?"

"Was Nick Hofmeister, yeah." He sighed.

You sighed too. "Who's the victim?"

"Robbie Russell Jr."

"The son of the movie star? He wasn't in the business, was he?"

"Didn't stop everyone from wanting pictures of him. They're vultures."

You nodded in agreement. "You get a statement from Nick?"

Steve placed his hand gently on your uninjured shoulder. "You can't be involved in an active case until you're off medical leave." At your scoff, he continued. "Listen, I get why you wanted to be here, I do. But did you have to bring her?"

You turned around to the sight of Natasha sweeping underneath the yellow tape and walking towards you. "You've got to be kidding me. What are you doing here?" You asked when she reached you.

"Oh! How's your ex? He's not the reason you rushed over here, is he?" Natasha gave you a grin.

"Answer the question." You growled.

Natasha noticed your angered expression. "I'm trying to solve my mystery, Detective. If I don't affect you, I'm curious as to what does."

You didn't look at her or acknowledge her, instead watching Nick get put into a police car. "Oh, and I think I've just found my answer. Who's that?" She asked.

"He's a paparazzo." You mumbled.

"Oh. Had a little run-in with him during your Hot Tub High School days, did you? Is that it?"

"Yeah, you could say that. He's a cockroach. But he'll figure a way out of this. He always does." You sighed defeatedly - honestly, you were tired from your shitty sleep with your sore shoulder, and having Natasha follow you around like a limpet was starting to annoy you.

Natasha leaned over your shoulder, just close enough that you could smell the Eau de Parfum on her collarbone. "You want to talk to him, don't you? Well go on, then. What's stopping you? The rules? Maybe Detective Douche?" She chuckled as she looked at Steve.

"If you desire something, just take it."

You shoved Natasha away from you, even if it hurt your shoulder slightly. "Will you just back off?!"

She raised an eyebrow at you whilst she took a few steps back. "I'm sorry?"

"Stop following me around like a lost puppy, and stop telling me what to do." You hissed, getting into your car before you sped off.

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Natasha sighed as she rose from her post-sex nap, looking at the two girls still sound asleep in her bed. She threw on her navy robe and a pair of boyshorts before she moved to the kitchen of her luxurious penthouse above Lux.

A drink in hand, she looked for something to eat in the fruit bowl and grinned at the sight of an infamous red apple. "Hello, old friend." She smirked as she picked it up and threw it into the air.

"Oh, fuckin' hell." She sighed dramatically when it slowed down, turning to find Yelena standing on the balcony with a frown on her face.

"Sister, I'm disappointed in you." The blonde sighed.

"What? It's called a devil's threesome for a reason." Natasha grumbled.

"You were once the brightest of all of God's angels, Natasha. And now look at you."

"Look, if you've come to lecture me, can you just save it for later? I'm annoyingly sober right now, and it takes ages to pour a drink when you're around." The redhead snarked at her sister.

"Actually, I'm here with an offer." Yelena interrupted.

"Oh really? And what offer would that be? An invite to the Silver City?" Natasha sneered.

"Go back to Hell, Natasha, and I will speak to Father."

A smirk grew in Natasha's face as she looked over Yelena, almost like she was viewing her angelically pure soul. "You're scared, aren't you? That if I don't go back to Hell, you're gonna have to take over."

Yelena chuckled demeaningly. "Oh, that would never happen."

"Oh, no, no, I mean, it's not like God sent his favourite child to reign over Hell before, is it? Oh, wait, sorry. Forgot." Natasha smirked at Yelena's annoyance. "So you can take your ultimatum and shove it up your feathered hole." She grumbled, sitting down on her Italian leather couch.

"You can't see it yet, can you?"

"What's that?"

"You saved a human life, Tasha. And not for any selfish reasons, no - you did it simply because you cared about that detective." Yelena scoffed, a short chuckle added on the end. "Your time here on Earth is affecting you, dear sister. You're changing."

"My life is change. 'The same thing over and over,' that's your boring motto." Natasha waved her hand at her, mocking her.

"True, but usually you're the one controlling the change. This time, you're not. Now, does that scare you? Because it should."

"You know, I am tired of your dire warnings, all right? So just go... rattle your sabre in someone else's face." The redhead grumbled as she walked back to the kitchen.

Yelena walked back towards the balcony. "You think about my offer. When you've made a decision, you know how to find me."

With that, the apple hovering in the air fell to the ground with a gentle thud.

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"Afternoon, dung beetle." Natasha smirked as she walked into Nick's holding room, dressed in the same get-up as that morning. "We need to talk."

Nick chuckled dryly. "I, um, I'm not gonna tell you anything."

"No, no, no, I don't want to know about the case, so you can keep your dirty little secrets. No, I'd like to know about Y/N Valeria. And you're gonna tell me everything."

When Nick gave her a confused expression, Natasha elaborated. "I have an effect on people. It's a way of pulling out their deepest desires, revealing the truth within. It works on everyone. Everyone except for Y/N. And I suspect it's somehow related to my recent bouts of humanity."

"What does this have to do with me?" He asked.

"Well, you know everything about her, don't you? All her sordid secrets. I'm hoping they'll help me understand why she's so frustratingly immune to my charms." She remarked.

"Y/N doesn't have any sordid secrets." He commented.

"Oh, but I've seen the hatred in her eyes when she looks at you. Come on. You must have something."

Nick leaned forward and lowered his voice. "Do you know what happened when she was 19?"

"She starred in Hot Tub High School and revealed her rather spectacular assets to the world." Natasha grinned, very happy to know that piece of information.

"Right. And two weeks later, her father died."

"Oh." She faltered her words, her face contorting with... sympathy?

Nick nodded. "Yeah, so I knew, of course, everyone in the world was gonna try to get a... shot of them leaving the funeral. And I really... I really wanted to be first."

"Oh, dung beetle, tell me you didn't." Natasha groaned, readying for the second-hand embarrassment.

"Yeah, I crashed the funeral. And she- oh, she flipped out. But I got my photo. Right when she punched the lens. I mean, right then... it cracked the lens right in half. I made so much money off that photo." He chuckled lightly, a tone of shame to it.

"I'm sure."

"Yeah, but at what cost to my soul, right? But that'll be for someone else to decide."

"Yeah. Well, that someone else is sitting opposite you, and it's not looking good."

"I crossed a line. And I knew it. And after that, I just did everything I could to keep others from making the same mistakes I did. That's why I..." Nick caught himself, looking at Natasha carefully whilst she leaned in.

"Why what?"

"No, it's..."

Natasha stood, moving closer to the man. "You want to tell me."

"It's nothing."

"Who are you protecting from following in your footsteps?"

"I can't. It's... I just... I can't."

"You want to tell me, don't you?" Natasha gave him one of her seductive smirks, licking her lips as she leaned in close and undid a button.

"I really can't."

"You want to tell me. Who are you protecting?"

"How are you doing this, lady?" Nick shuddered.

"Look at me. Who are you protecting?"

"Please, just-"

"Look at me. Look at me."

"I won't. I won't. I can't."

"Look at me!"

"Leave me alone!"

Nick closed his eyes for two seconds, but when they opened at the slam of the door, Natasha was gone.

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Lux was Natasha's pride and joy on this plane of existence. She had poured her heart into it, used every technique she had to persuade the previous owner to give it to her and let her use his money to rebrand, but now it was as empty as her heart.

"What is wrong with you?"

Natasha sighed at Wanda's question, catching her levitating coin before she pocketed it. "Nothing is wrong with me. I was hoping for sexy, salacious details, and instead I got taken on a trip down depression lane."

"You feel bad for invading her privacy? You're the Queen of Hell." Wanda scoffed. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but Yelena is right. You are changing."

Natasha glared at her demon. "I don't mind the odd smart-assed remark, Wands, they can be quite amusing, but don't you dare disrespect me."

Wanda rose to the challenge. "Or what? You'll cry really hard on my shoulder?"

Natasha stood, towering over the demon as her eyes flickered with hellfire. "You will not speak to me this way!"

Wanda's hand hovered just away from Natasha's cheek, almost like she was admiring a sculpture. "There she is."

"How did you get into Nick's holding cell?" You stormed in.

"And there she goes." Wanda remarked, leaving you alone with Natasha.

"Oh, sorry. Am I interrupting some creepy foreplay you two have?" You grumbled, watching Wanda walk away with a sway in her step.

"How did you get into Nick's holding cell?" You asked again.

"Why, by asking very nicely, of course. Something you should try sometime." Natasha grumbled, surprising you but your frustration still bubbled through your words.

"This case has nothing to do with you. Why won't you leave it alone?"

"Why won't you?" The redhead shot back.

You didn't say anything, diverting the conversation. "Did you learn something, at least?"

Natasha smiled at you. "Yes. I did, actually. Our dung beetle is protecting someone who's following in his footsteps. Protégé, perhaps."

"I found out someone else was following Robbie, and someone's been uploading photos online today from Nick's company. Last one was posted an hour ago from a party that's still happening. Our killer could be there." You nodded, mostly to yourself as you went to leave.

At her hesitance, you turned around on the third step to see her sipping on her drink, still staring at your ass. "Are you coming or what?"

"Oh, sorry, I thought this was the part where you leave me behind and say something like, 'Natasha, stay. Good girl.'" She smirked wryly.

You rolled your eyes. "I'd rather keep my eye on you."

After driving to the party, unfortunately parking a block away, you walked next to Natasha with your injured shoulder by her arm. "So how do you plan on catching our murderous protégé anyway?" She asked, mindful of your shoulder.

You sighed in relief, finally able to tell someone your plan. "Well, I was thinking, what if he never left the scene of the crime?"

"What, and instead blended in with the other paparazzi taking photos? That's quite clever, Detective." She complimented, making you smile.

"Yeah, so if we recognize anyone from the crash, it could be our guy." You gently sifted through the crowd, not noticing how Natasha pushed others harshly to make space for your shoulder.

"Right... Are you okay?" She questioned after a pause, a few feet away from the mass of paparazzi.

"I'm fine. Why?" You spoke plainly, noticing the sympathetic look in her spectacular green irises. "Oh, Nick told you what happened, didn't he?"

"He did. Got to hear all about your wicked right hook." She grinned whilst you scanned the crowd. "He also told me it was a low point for him. Which I believe, actually. I think our dung beetle, of all things, desires redemption for what he did to you."

"Yeah, well, he's not going about it the right way, that's for sure." You chuckled.

"Yes, well, we all know what the road to Hell is paved with, don't we?" She smirked, looking around until a familiar head of tall curly hair stood out. "Hello, hello, hello. There's a familiar face."

"Yeah, from the crime scene this morning. I remember him." You scowled at the pap, his lips naturally turned down in an expression of anger.

"And he's spectacularly creepy as well, so that's a bonus." Natasha walked straight across the red carpet towards him.

"Hey, everybody, it's Y/N Valeria! From Hot Tub High School!" He called out, the other paparazzi clamouring to get a photo of you.

"Y/N, look over here!"

"Guys... Back off." You growled, lifting your uninjured arm to shield your eyes from the flash.

"Y/N Valeria! Hey, show me your boobs!"

"Hey, show us your boobs, Y/N!"

"Where's that sexy side of you?!"

The flashes began to hurt your eyes, the small space causing many bumps against your injured shoulder whilst memories came forward. Your breathing shortened, the continued loud shouts enough to start your spiral.

"Back off, you mouth-breathing asshole!" Were the only clear words you heard before fists met flesh and hands lifted you ever so easily, setting you down on the curb by your car.

"Y/N, can you hear me? Focus on my voice, nothing else."

You lifted your eyes from the ground to see Natasha looking at you softly, waiting for you to come out of it. You watched her hands come up and you flinched, closing your eyes until you felt them on your knees.

"Malyshka, I would never hurt you. Open your eyes for me, krasivaya. It's just Tasha."

You took a few deep breaths before you opened your eyes, continuing your breathing technique as she sat with you. Here, on the dirty streets of LA, Natasha was ruining her no-doubt $300 suit just so she could make sure you're okay.

When you shivered, she instantly unwrapped her suit jacket and laced it over your shoulders, being extremely careful with your injury as she saw you wince a couple of times in that hellish mosh pit of men. "There you are." She smiled.

"I got the plate, but he ran." You murmured as she helped you into the passenger seat of the car.

You pulled out your phone and made a call, reciting the plate numbers before you leaned back into the chair. "Natasha..."

"Yes, malysh?" She replied, easily controlling the car to keep you as un-jostled as possible.

"Can you just take me home, please?" You asked.

Natasha grew concerned by your defeated tone. "Of course. Where to?"

You directed her home and smiled at the sight of Peggy sleeping on the couch, tucking a blanket over her.

"Shouldn't the child be in her bed?" Natasha quietly questioned.

"I would pick her up, but..." You gestured to your shoulder in its sling. "Besides, Steve's supposed to be coming over later tonight so I'm sure he'll put her to bed."

Natasha shook her head at you. "I'll put her in bed."

You watched her gently lift Peggy into her arms, making sure nothing was caught or squished as she tucked her into her bed, closing the door behind herself. She made her way back to you and sat down on the opposing chair, watching your blank stare at the fireplace.

"What's going on in that mind of yours, Detective?" She asked, fiddling with a square-cut onyx ring.

You looked at her. "That's the first time I've had a panic attack since I was 21. I... I guess I forgot how triggering everything was."

Natasha didn't make any move to press for more information, nor did she press for you to express your emotions - she waited patiently until you stood.

"Um... it's getting late, and we need to catch the killer in the morning..."

"Oh, yes, we should both get a goodnight's rest. Is there a spare room I could use?" She asked, watching your confusion for a moment before she grinned at you.

"I'm just teasing, malysh. You go to sleep, I'll head home to my own bed."

You smiled with a soft snicker as she reached the door. "Goodnight, Natasha."

She opened it and turned to face you. "Goodnight, Y/N."

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After Steve tracked down your mystery man, you followed his car towards a small park downtown, his camera lens sticking out of his car window like a creep. Natasha gently placed her hand on your back and you walked with her, the redhead's jeans getting in the way of Josh's photo.

"Oh, sorry. Did I ruin your creepy little moment?" Natasha asked him crudely.

His eyes lit up. "I am so happy to see you guys! I felt so bad about what happened. I'm a huge fan. Hot Tub High School was my favourite growing up." Josh got out of his car and stood nervously in front of you.

"Yes, we're really not interested in your formative spank bank years, all right?" The redhead grumbled.

"I'm so sorry about what happened. I would've done something, but I'm not good with violence."

You chuckled dryly. "Mm. Well, lucky for us, we found you anyhow."

Josh's brows furrowed in confusion. "You were looking for me? Why?"

"Because she wants justice for Robbie Russell Jr." Natasha explained, bringing his attention onto her. "What is it you want, Josh? Hmm?"

You watched his eyes glaze over, his smile disappearing as his resting angry face came to the surface. "To be first. To always be first."

"Really? Did Nick teach you that? To be first?"

Josh jolted out of Natasha's trance, looking back at you with his big dopey smile. "Yeah. I learned a lot working for him. He's my idol. He's the best pap out there."

"So you took photos of your idol being arrested for murder?" You asked.

"I didn't know what else to do. Other than what Nick would've done. Which is to be first, no matter what." He replied, looking at his watch. "Just a second."

You watched him grab his camera and line up on the woman he previously shot photos of, looking inside of his car to see a joint. "You like smoking weed, Josh?"

"It's for my nerves. I have a prescription." He answered mindlessly.

"Oh! Hello." Natasha chuckled at the sight of the woman being slapped, to which Josh took a photo and gleefully looked down to see the results.

"Good timing on that photo." You commented.

"Just lucky I guess." He smirked, promptly leaving the scene.

"Far be it for me to call someone's morality into question, but... I believe that photo was planned." Natasha was perplexed.

"Yeah. Makes me wonder what else was." You muttered, walking back to the car.

Natasha led you back to Lux, offering you a negroni but you shook your head, gesturing to the iPad in front of you. "Look at this. Celebrity shouting matches, fistfights. Josh had the first photo on every one."

You continued swiping along the popular website. "It escalates. Overdose. Suicide. Or so it appeared."

"Well, I suppose the best way to be first is to know it'll happen beforehand." Natasha spoke just after having a sip.

"So he follows Robbie, intent on running him off the road, but doesn't count on his own car running off as well. This is cold, premeditated murder. I mean, Nick's a sleazeball. I just... I don't think he'd go this far." You sighed, rubbing your temple. "Which means Josh may have convinced him to take the fall. The question is, why?"

"Well, who cares? We know Josh is guilty. Let's punish him. Ah, I could add an ironic twist, like I used to when I ran Hell." Natasha grinned at you, wiggling her eyebrows up and down.

"Yeah, no, it doesn't work that way, because I need evidence."

"Well, you have plenty." She gestured to the iPad.

"Circumstantial. I need concrete proof." You sighed. "I'm gonna talk to Nick-"

"Boring, boring, boring!" Natasha whined.

You scoffed. "You don't decide who gets punished and how."

"That's exactly what I do."

"No, no, you don't. This is how it works, Natasha."

She watched you take the iPad and leave, almost smelling the frustration on you and another nearby. "Whatever speech you have brewing, Wanda, I don't want to hear it."

"I think I've said everything I need to." Wanda commented annoyedly, watching a dark sparkle glimmer in Natasha's eyes.

"You're right. And I agree. Let's go deliver some punishment." Natasha grinned wildly.

Meanwhile, you prepared yourself as you stood outside of Nick's holding cell. You had no clue what was going to happen, how he was going to react, but you knew that you were prepared for it if it came at all.

You opened the door and sat down across from Nick, noticing the nerves in his own body language. "I need to show you something. Something that will prove your innocence." You murmured, unlocking the iPad as you placed it in front of him.

"We believe Josh may be a very disturbed individual."

"God. He caused all these?" Nick was visibly disgusted, struggling to look at the photos.

"Yeah. All of them."

"I can't believe it. I..."

"Tell me what really happened, Nick." You murmured, leaning back in your chair as the cold helped your shoulder.

He sighed, his eyes flickering around the room as he remembered. "I took Josh in when he was 16. He was a runaway. He was a little broken. In him, I saw a little bit of who I used to be. At least, I thought I did. So I took him under my wing. He was a natural. Taught him about all the lines a pap can't cross. You know, 'cause I just... I just wanted him to stop making the same mistakes I did."

"Mm." You hummed, remembering those mistakes he made as you had been his target.

Nick dragged his hand down his face. "And then, two days ago, he called me up, said he's been in a really bad accident, and that he totally understood everything I was saying now. But it was too late. Someone was dead."

"So you took the fall, hoping that Josh would get a chance at a new life." You summarised.

He nodded, scoffing at himself. "Yeah. Nick Hofmeister finally tries to do something good with his life, and he gets played. You must really be enjoying this."

"I'm really not. Believe it or not, I forgive you. This isn't about you, this isn't about me. This is about Robbie Russell. He was a kid who didn't ask to be famous. He just wanted to live a normal life." You reasoned, leaning in close as he looked away from you. "Nick, if you don't testify, Josh will do this again. He will do it again."

Your JAWS ringtone interrupted your conversation. "Excuse me. Oh. Just a second." You made your way down the stairwell, giving you as much privacy as possible. "Hey, Steve, this better be important. I think Nick's about to talk."

Your eyes widened at his question. "No, I'm not following Josh. What do you mean he's missing?"

You raced back up the stairwell and opened the door, planning to question Nick on places Josh might be hiding but he was gone too. "Desk Sergeant?"

"Yes, Detective?" She came around the desk.

"Where did Nick Hofmeister go? Did somebody get him?"

"Why, yes. It was that tall, beautiful Russian lady." She grinned like a child who'd been given candy. "Oh, no. I did it, too, didn't I?"

You sighed, racing down to your car.

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Natasha was in her happy place once more. Wind in her hair as she sailed down the streets towards her destination, smirking at her little passenger as they arrived.

"Believe me, I respect what you do, dung beetle. Much as celebrities hate you, you know, they need you, keep you in the limelight. You're a... a necessary evil. Something I understand all too well." She chuckled. "But the-the trouble is that you tried to change. Yeah? And you failed spectacularly at it. Because, well, sometimes we are what we are, and we should embrace that."

"What are we doing back here exactly?" Nick asked, looking at the empty crime scene. "And do you need me to do something?"

Natasha ignored him, smiling at the other car. "Wanda! Did you bring me my gift?"

Wanda grinned deviously as she opened the boot of the car, using a single arm to pull out the angered man before dragging him to Natasha's feet, shoving him upright and pulling the duct tape off of his mouth.

"I'll kill you, you crazy bitch." Josh scowled, to which she rolled her eyes and headbutted him back onto his ass.

"Just be polite to the lady. She isn't your enemy tonight." Natasha smirked as Wanda cut the duct tape around Josh's wrists, confusion as blatant as a tattoo on his forehead.

"What is this?" Nick queried.

Natasha clapped her hands together as Wanda came to her side. "Right, well, both of you have committed terrible acts worthy of punishment. However, you will not receive said punishment when you die. It's my fault, really. Sorry. So I'm here to fix that. Right now."

Silence came from them both. "Oh. Amateurs. All right, very well, in terms you'll understand. You both get a gun. Let's see who shoots who first."

Wanda laid out two pistols on the ground, one for each man. "What's to stop us from shooting you?" Josh mumbled, still scared of looking Wanda in the eye.

"Well, despite the waste of bullets, let's see. He's about to rat you out to the police." Natasha pointed at Nick. "And he tricked you into taking the fall for a murder he committed. Discuss."

"You really did it, didn't you? You killed people." Nick scoffed.

Natasha's grin only widened when Josh picked up his gun and pointed it at Nick. "You lost your touch, Nick. All this talk about lines we can't cross. Nowadays, the only way to be first is to realise that there is no line. And you were almost begging to take the fall. That one dramatic gesture. As if that would erase the fact that you've been a piece of crap for the last 30 years."

"You can't do this. I treated you like a son." Nick held his hands up in surrender, but Josh was clear on his intentions.

He pressed on the trigger.

Only to hear it click.

Natasha laughed heartily. "Oh, Wands, you fiend! Even I didn't see that one coming."

"You really would've killed me." Nick muttered, his shock quickly turning into frustration as he picked up his gun.

Josh's hands shot into the air. "Nick... I made a mistake, okay? I realise that now. And I'm sorry."

"Stop! Don't shoot him!" You yelled, your gun pointed out at Nick whilst a whine came from in front of you.

"Detective, you're interrupting my punishment!"

"Don't you even think about talking your way out of this, Natasha. You're lucky I figured out your insane, ironic punishment before anyone got killed." You scowled at her, looking back at Nick. "Nick, you tried to do some good, to help someone. Don't throw it all away."

"Nick, embrace who you really are. Stop fighting it, come on." Natasha edged him on, his hands shaking around the trigger.

"Don't listen to him, Nick. You tried to change."

"Yeah. And look what happened." He murmured, eyes trained on Josh.

"Yeah. You screwed up, but you know what? It's okay. You tried to change. That's what's important."

You watched carefully as Nick's hands continued to shake, his finger squeezing around the trigger.

Within the blink of an eye, Josh was falling to the ground with his hands on his privates as if he'd been kicked in the nuts; Nick was looking at the gun in wonder whilst you couldn't find Natasha anywhere.

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You sat at your desk in the police station, completing the report for Robbie's death before you felt a stare on your body. A stare so new yet so agonisingly familiar. A stare that brought you chills down your spine and shivers through your muscles.

"Hello, Detective." Natasha beamed at you as she fell into the chair beside your desk, noticing how your eyes drifted along the paper.

"What, Natasha?" You mumbled, flicking over the paper to continue writing.

"Well, I was thinking that you should come around to Lux and have some fun, since you clearly don't seem to be getting enough of that around here." She looked around, a glare coming from Steve.

"Especially from Detective Douche."

You looked up at Steve, his expression softening slightly, but yours only hardened. "Sorry, Natasha, but I'm a bit busy right now."

"Well how about tomorrow night?" She offered.

"I can't, it's my week with Peggy and we're going to the movies to see Kung Fu Panda 3." You replied.

Natasha frowned at you. "Are you trying to avoid me, Detective?"

"No. Because unlike you, I have a real job. Punishing people is not one of those." You snipped, glaring at her.

"Alright, alright, don't get your boyshorts in a twist."

You raised an eyebrow at her. "How do you know I wear boyshorts?"

She smirked at you, not answering your question as she left. You huffed, sitting down on your chair before your alarm went off. You grabbed your car keys and set off to pick up Peggy, walking past Steve as if he didn't mean anything to you.

Right now, that was pretty much correct.

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magician-kitty · 8 months

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The End is Here

"Wow, today has been a...helluva day. Okay, let's take a recap of the things i've learned...."

1) Monkey King is married to Liu Ér Mihou aka The Six-Eared Macaque. Who I have to admit is a pretty cool dude, not because he's hot, but he's married to Monkey King! We both had much in common, we both loved the theater, likes to sing, and other stuff, but that's for later.

2) Apparently the reason why Macaque was absent was because that bitch Jade-Face Princess had stolen an artifact of his, A Shadow Lantern, and he had to track her down to get it back.

3) The two of them have a child, well...children together. The little girl I met last episode is their daughter, adopted daughter. And lastly....The two most cutest monkey twins I've ever seen!!

Their like major cuteness!

The Twins, Rumble and Savage are twin clone Monkeys that were supposedly created by Macaque himself.

The little male monkey, Savage, was dark furred with grey skinned, short shaggy hair, had red face markings, yellow eyes, wearing a red qipao vest and black pants.

His twin sister, Rumble, had the same markings, color scheme as Savage, but with longer hair tied with a Fire lily hair clip, wears prince-nez glasses, a short sleeve hanfu dress with yellow clippings and black pants.

Aw man, I definitely can't wait to tell Tang and Mei all about this..."

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MK was driving back to the city after having stayed at Flower Fruit Mountain for the past week. After the whole mess with The Jade-Face Princess, Monkey King and Macaque wanted to make sure her wounds were completely healed.

"Are you sure you're well enough, bud?" Monkey King asked in concern, looking over MK for any injuries.

"I'm okay now, Monkey King. I'm all better now." She reassured him, he sighed in worry. Macaque came over to him and rubbed his back. "Ease up, Peaches. I checked her over myself, the kid is in tip-top shape."

Bai He, Rumble and Savage ran past the two monkeys gave MK a big hug. "See you later, Monkey Princess!" MK smiled and hugged them back, "You too!" She ruffled their hair making them laugh. "Bye guys! I'll see you next week!" MK waved goodbye before leaving.

"Man, after all the crap that's happened. I just can't wait to get back home to the sweet smell of Noodles and Tranquility."

MK hummed a beat to a song on her phone, as she made her way back home from Flower Fruit Mountain. MK had sent a clone to the city at the beginning of the week to help out the gang in case something happened. For some reason she hadn't gotten any calls so she hoped everything was all right.

She returns to the noodle shop, not noticing the cracked sign above him as she hops out of the cart. "Guys! Guess who's back from training with Monkey ki-"

Her eyes widened, now noticing the army of bull clones in front of her. They were groaning, eyes glowing a light blue. one of the bull clones jumped down, roaring, as the others jumped forward. MK gasped, holding an order of noodles as she backed away, screaming.

But before the bull clones could even attack her, they are knocked back, as Pigsy's truck appears out of nowhere. MK gasps as her friends step out of the truck.

Tang noticed MK and immediately bolting over and tackling her into a hug, crying out in relief "My baby girl, Thank Buddha you're alright!!" Tang cried out in relief.

"Guys! What's going on? whoa-ho-ho! You look so awesome!" She compliments on their wardrobe, almost a Mad Max kinda vibe.

"Yeah, so uh, some stuff happened while you were away, got really kind of intense." Mei informed, rubbing her head.

"Bu-but I left you with one of my clones!"

"Oh, yes...she's been super helpful.." Tang said in a deadpanned voice. The clone in question, who stood beside Tang blinks in confusion when noticing the stares she was given.

"I don't know what to tell ya, guy." With that, the clone exploded, leaving behind a pile of hair.

"What's going on? What's with all the clones acting so strangely?" MK asked confused and shocked at what was happening.

"After you left-" but Mei was interrupted by Tang "Ahem, If you'll allow me" Tang said with a smirk, Mei groans "Go ahead, Mr. Tang" Mei said rolling her eyes in exasperation.

"Well, after you left, the Bull Clones attacked, but they were more powerful than before, we believe it's all tied back, to the Demon Bull King himself....he's conquered everything" Tang said finishing explaining "We tried calling you, but they brought down the power lines." Pigsy said.

MK's eyes were filled with worry, slowly replaced with anger as she gritted her teeth and clutched her fists tight making her knuckles white.

"Where is he? Where's DBK?" MK growls out.

"We're not sure. But there's pretty scary noises coming from the mountain." Sandy said with a frown and pointed to a far off point in the city, an area which had been abandoned for a long time.

MK frowned, then had a look of determination.

"Everyone, Get in." the teen said, everyone turns to her in confusion, MK only grins with determination, punching her fist into her hand.

"We're gonna stop him and bring back our city" MK said with a determined smirk, everyone smiled at her filled with their own determination as they piled into the truck, heading for the mountain.

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At the Flaming Foundry, Demon Bull King cackles, watching his bull clones wreak havoc on the city. "Look at them cower and run! With this power, even the great sage could not stop me!" Demon Bull King said with a sinister smile, Princess Iron Fan only frowns, her eyes laid on the glowing blue canister attached to her husband's back.

"Yes father we have finally taken our rightful place as the rulers of this city!" Red Son said looking at the screen, but suddenly the alarms sounded, as an image appeared on the hologram. Upon further inspection, they noticed it was a truck with MK and her friends inside.

'Noodle Girl.' Red Son thought happily to see her again. Whispers echo within Demon Bull King's mind, the image of MK distorting, replaced with the image of Monkey King. "Monkey King!? Come to take me? bind me? I will not let that simian triumph again!" He shouted in anger.

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On their way to the mountain, the gang passed the construction site, screeching to a stop, before them stood the remains of a destroyed road, bent into a walkway, leading up towards bull shaped rubble.

"Alright, what's the plan?" Sandy asked turning towards the teen, everyone following the water spirits gaze.

"There's obviously going to be lots of clones waiting for us inside, so we have to go in as fast as possible without one of us getting captured or harm" MK said looking at the damage.

"Sounds great. Let's go!" Sandy shouted, grinning. "Yeah!" Mei cheered.

MK looked at them with a worried expression, "What? No, I didn't mean you guys too."

Tang chuckled. "You thought that you were going without us?" He questioned, making MK sheepishly nod.

Pigsy chuckled. "We get it. You're the Monkie Kid, eh? It's your job to go fight the bad guys." He told her.

Sandy put a hand on her shoulder smiling. "But we're your team, little lady. It's our job to get you there." The Water Demon reminded her, earning a smile from MK.

Pigsy steps on the gas pedal, charging at the base right as Mei used her sword to blast a hole through the front entrance, allowing the truck to drive straight through, landing on a built in road, hidden in the ditch that surrounded the base.

The sound of another engine roars behind them. Pigsy peered at the side view mirror to see bull clones driving up behind them. "We've got company!" He shouts looking back at the front, the bull clones swerve, hitting the truck and causing everyone to bounce out of their seats, Tang falling on Pigsy. But after a few quick maneuvers from the pig demon, he managed to loose the opposing truck.

MK looked around through the window and spotted something. "look there! DBK's throne room!" She calls out looking out the window.

"it's gotta be somewhere down...there!" The teen said, Tang screams in fear as the bull clones come closer, colliding their vehicles together, Sandy was quick to grab Mei, and MK and hopped out of the truck, the two teens clinging onto his back MK screamed while Mei laughed in excitement.

Sandy jumped into the air, punching the vehicle, smashing it into pieces Mei and Mk jumped off Sandy's back and ran towards the hole.

"Come on, MK! Let's go!" Mei called out and jumped into the hole with MK behind her not knowing how deep it was until they were falling.

Mei and MK latching onto each other as they screamed, Mei quickly took out her sword, stabbing it into the wall, stopping the two from falling just as MK latched onto Mei's waist. "Now what?" Mei asked looking at their predicament.

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"They are coming for you," cold, ghostly whisper continues to echo in DBK's head. "The Power" The cold voice said.

Red Son smiled seeing this as a chance to prove himself, "Father, let me go up there and destroy those-"

But was cut off by Demon Bull King, who laughed, "You? Why would I trust you?!" Demon Bull King turned to his son. "You have brought me nothing but failure! Time and time again, nothing but disappointment!" Demon Bull King shouted. His harsh words strike deeply within Red Son, making his fists tighten and his lips quiver, fighting back his tears threatening to fall down his face.

Princess Iron Fan watched, anger rising before shock overtook her face. Her husband would never call their son a failure, this was not her husband at all.

"Traitor, He's a traitor! Kill him!" The voice screamed in his head.

"Traitor..?" DBK growled, eyes shining blue. "Yes, perhaps."

Red Son sputters, eyes filled with worry and slight fear. "What? N-no, father! I would never-"

"You thought you could deceive me?!" Demon bull king shouts, enraged and back hands the fire demon making Red Son hit the wall making the fire demon groan in pain. "Stand against me?!" Demon Bull King shouted raising his fist, Red Son couldn't help but flinch covering his face with his arms as Demon Bull King raised his fist until Princess Iron Fan ran in front of him to block it with her fan.

"Come to your senses! This power has clearly poisoned your mind!" She yelled at him. She then paused when she heard something whispers 'traitor'.

"Another traitor in my midst!" Demon Bull King yelled, snarling at the two. "I do not want to hurt you," Princess Iron Fan said and Demon Bull King laughed, "As if you could." He then lunged at her and the two started fighting.

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"So, about getting down..." Mei laughed nervously. "Monkey King wouldn't have happened to...I don't know taught you his cloud trick by any chance?"

"Uh, that's still a work in progress," MK chuckled nervously, thinking back to the few times she tried summoning the Somersault Cloud, only to end up sneezing mini clouds.

"What are we gonna do?!" MK hissed, shaking to make things worse, someone's phone went off. The two stopped moving and froze, The ringing bounced off the walls, awakening the bull clones.

"Mei! Your phone, shut it off!" MK yelled at the dragon girl was quick to pull out her phone, but it fell from her grasp as she let go of the sword, trying to catch it. "Mei!" MK cried.

The teen screamed, letting go of Mei's waist and started swimming in the air towards the sword. MK quickly grabs it while grabbing Mei's ankle before she could fall They groaned and grunted MK sighed as Mei stopped the ringing.

“Seriously, at a time like this?” MK hissed.

Clones scuttled across the rock wall, their metal creaking and clanking, as they got closer to the two. "Yeah! Now's a great time to download the latest version of Monkey Mech-" Mei let out a gasp in realization.

"MK, you remember that cool mech you made, when we first fought DBK?" Mei said looking up at MK "Uh, yeah? But I don--" MK cut herself off with a gasp, as she realized where her bestie was going with this, and took out her staff in her spare hand.

"Give me hand Mei?" MK said. Mei nodded with a smirk, swinging both herself and the MK before launching them up into the air, allowing MK to slam the staff into the rock face, the earth crumbled upon impact, as golden light spewed out, the staff magically forming a Monkey Mech out of the loose earth, with the hero two inside.

Upon seeing the gigantic mech, the corrupted clones launched themselves at it, ready to tear the enemy bot apart, though a quick swing of the mech's staff, destroyed them, and giving MK enough time to make a plan.

"Alright, new plan, you hold off the zombie bull clones, I'll get down there and finish this" MK said looking down at the hole "Think you can handle this on your own?" MK asked with a smirk "I've always dreamed of piloting a blood thirsty mech!" Mei squeals with excitement but with a hint of bloodlust. The dragon girl begins pressing random buttons.

"On no, maybe putting Mei in charge of the mech isn't such a good idea—AAAAAAHH!!!' MK's thoughts were cut short when Mei pulled a leaver and the teen began falling straight down a hole as she was thrown out the mech, the teen screamed in fear and quickly whistled for her somersault cloud , the cloud flies down the hole and under MK slowing down the fall a little bit while Mei fought the hoard of zombie bull clones.

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Princess Iron Fan grunts, landing on her feet and sliding back a good distance from her previous attack Red Son, however, was not so lucky, he tumbles backwards with a grunt, straining and hissing as he grips his hurt arm, Iron Fan wipes the blood from her lips, Demon Bull King laughs, stomping towards the two but stops, hearing shrieking All three look up to see MK on a cloud falling down towards them landing with a thud as she rolls on the ground, her cloud dissolving away from the impact.

"Noodle Girl?" Red Son yelled, surprised.

"The Little Thief," Demon Bull King's voice sneered another more sinister one, overlapping his.

The teen then put Red Son down before stretching her back, which gave a sickening crack, making Red Son winch at the sound as MK fell back, "Gimme' a minute..."

Demon Bull King then started growling in pain before looking at MK as she got back to his feet and did a couple of stretches that he'd learned from Wukong, Demon Bull King's vision split her into two turned into Sun Wukong.

As MK finished her stretches she turned to the possessed DBK, "Alright, I'm ready to fight now. Let's go!"

"Sun Wukong! Come to lock me away again?!" The Demon Bull's voice roared, making all of them turn to him in confusion. "I'll crush you where you stand!!"

MK blinked, then looked around to see if there was someone else there. "Uhm, I think you have the idea sir," MK said, leaning down to grab her staff. Whatever was going on with Demon Bull King and causing the whispers and delusions in his head.

Just then the earth shook, making MK look up just in time to see Demon Bull King charging at her. She yelped as she had to dodge several attacks from the raging bull, she finally got to put some distance between the two of them as Princess Iron Fan flung two blades of wind at the Demon, causing him to be trapped for a second.

When MK landed next to Princess Iron Fan she turned to her and asked, "So how do we free him?"

"Canisters on his back contain the ancient power that we needed the key to unlock. Its power has driven him mad," The Wind Demoness explained, motioning with her fan, to the blue tubes on Demon Bull King's back, who was currently breaking free from the rubble that'd trapped him.

"Okay then," MK said, uneasy before twirling the staff around, tensing up when Demon Bull King roared again, his roar shaking the cavern they were in. "Time for round two."

"No," Red Son told her, standing in front of her protectively. "This time, we fight with you."

The Fire Demon was determined to not let anything happen to his future girlfriend, flames surrounding his hands as he and his mother stood in front of MK.

"You'll only have one shot. Make it count." Princess Iron Fan tells her as she shoots forwards, letting out a cyclone of wind, which encompasses the snarling Demon Bull King, "You will all meet your fate together!!"

Both Demons were pushed back. Princess Iron Fan's fan had been chucked away somewhere in the room. The earth started to shake as Demon Bull King walked up to finish off his own family.

Demon Bull King lifts a claw to hit them, only to get hit in the head by a rock, everyone looking over at where MK stood smirking, another rock in his hand, "Yeah! I've got more rocks where that one came from!"

The Demon Bull King slams MK into the cave wall, his fist tightening around her body, snarling. "You have been an utter disappointment! I had hoped you would have learnt more of the Great Sage's little tricks!"

"I don't know what to tell you, man," MK shrugged, seemingly uncaring about her current dangerous situation, only panicking when Demon Bull King went to squash her with a thumb. "No wait!"

In a puff of golden smoke and hair, the now-revealed clone disappeared, angering the now-surprised Demon Bull King, "What?! A copy?!"

"Ha! turns out I actually did learn some of his tricks," MK called from above, making the large Demon look up in surprise as clones spawned. MK used several of them to spring herself further and faster, readying to hit him with the staff.

"Here...comes...Monkie Kid!" MK slammed down on Demon Bull King with her army of clones, managing to get a solid hit on the canisters and knocking them loose, causing them to crash and break on the stone flooring, releasing whatever was inside.

The ground shook, causing MK to yelp as she looked around. The Demon Bull King got up with a groan, looking around confused.

"What? W-What...happened?" He questioned, as Princess Iron Fan stopped her son from coming near him, just in case. Bull King looked at his wife and son, seeing their defensive looks, and frowned, concerned.

Princess Iron Fan went over to him, gently cupping his snout and placing her forehead against it. "You came back to me." That was all she said, resting against her husband as she wrapped the family in wind.

Red Son looked at MK, who looked back at him. "Thank you, and take care.." The Fire Demon told her, before disappearing with his family.

The mech stood at the edge of the battlefield, the group sitting on its shoulders, eating a bowl of noodles. "Well, ya did it, kid." Pigsy said as he ate his noodles.

"You beat DBK! again!" Sandy exclaimed.

"Thanks guys, but... I'm not sure I did." MK sighed, looking down at her noodles. "Whatever was powering him up, it made him...different, uncontrollable."

But we won, right?" Mei grinned, trying to lighten the mood. "I'm sure it's fine. You were done with this, hmm?" Tang asked, taking a piece of food from Pigsy.

"Hey! get your mitts off my bowl, Tang!" Pigsy yelled at Tang, making the group laugh.

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MK headed back to Flower Fruit Mountain to tell all about what happened today. "Monkey King! Macaque?" She called out to the simian husbands, looking around for them. "You'll never guess what...Happened?" She trailed off, She found them in front of their house, but...Something was wrong.

Very wrong.

Macaque held Monkey King in a comforting hug, while he was crying his eyes out. Rumble and Savage were by his side, also trying to comfort him.

"Monkey King? Macaque? W-What happened?" MK asked, with a worried look on her face. Macaque glanced over towards the girl, not saying anything.

"What wrong!? Did something happened!?" She asked again.

Macaque sighed, went over to MK, putting a hand on her shoulder. "MK...It's..It's Bai-He."

"Bai-He?" She looked around to see the little apprentice wasn't anywhere in sight. "What happened, where is she?" She yelled, really concerned.

"She's...She's gone, MK..." Was all he said.

MK gasped, covered her hand over her mouth. "W-What?"

"And Just when things got better, it got worse. Really...Really...Worse."

To be Continued.

#lego monkie kid #tales of the monkey princess #monkie kid mk #lmk red son #lmk macaque #genderbend #mei monkie kid #lmk princess iron fan

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genderfluid-creator · 1 year

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Anyways!!! Here are my shitty battlevests that no one asked for.

(And yes, my camera sucks and I can't make patches for shit, I can't sew to save my life, I don't know who lets me wear this trash out of the house).

I've had this vest for years. I thrifted a denim jacket, cut off the sleeves and dyed it black. The studs came on it already!

Most of the patches are handmade!! That horrid little "punch your local nazi" patch was made when I was broke as hell and angry as fuck, right as I was getting into politics properly. She's so ugly but I love her.

I sadly haven't made or bought anything about punk bands yet for the vest :/ Can you tell I have no idea how to find my local scene? lmao.

I got most of the pins from protests and pride, a few from Hot Topic, I honestly don't remember which ones. The Queer chevron one was handpainted. The top two back patches are from Spirit Halloween.

It definitely needs more patches on the front. I'm thinking of embroidering things on it too.

Here's my newest baby. Not entirely sure what to do with it yet, I just put all these on recently. I haven't handmade patches in a while, but I'll do something for this eventually. Nothing on the back yet. Mostly just spare bits and bobs in my pin box.

That's all, hoping to customize more clothes when I can actually sew shit 💀

#punk #diy #if i have the audacity to do this garbage so do you #battlevest #feedback welcome I have no idea what the fuck Im doing #i am a man who can do SIMPLE TASKS like sewing a patch

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dovahkiin796 · 10 months

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The Glam-Family: Halloween

Halloween Special

Cassie was excited. How could she not be? Today was Halloween, one of the big three holidays at the end of the year. The only time of year when kids can get bag loads of free candy and where being scared is fun.

However, those reasons are not why Cassie is excited. She's excited because this will be the first major holiday she and Gregory can celebrate together. Their fast friendship began in the summer, shortly after 4th of July and when they were at the end of their second week of being friends, Gregory went missing. A time she never wants to relive again.

Cassie never had friends to spend the holidays with. At least not for a long while that is, till she met Gregory. So, Cassie's excitement makes sense. Even now as she's walking down the sidewalk toward her friend's house. There's a bit of a pep in her step and even to those she passes by on the sidewalk who can't see her face because of the mask she's wearing. Would still be able to tell she has a big smile on her expression.

After twenty minutes of walking the young girl finally reaches the home of her friend. She can see they didn't skip out on decorating it with a wide assortment of Halloween decorations. It wasn't all out like some of the other houses she walked by, but it was still greatly covered in the aesthetic of the holiday.

Walking up the pathway to the door and as the brunette was only about halfway there. The front door opens up and stepping into view was someone in century old clothing. A long red coat, dark grey trousers and a black button vest worn underneath, a red tie tied around the neck to slightly resemble a bowtie, red leather gloves, red calf length boots, and lastly a red and black top hat. Cassie could tell whoever was standing on the porch was a woman by their feminine body shape. But Cassie couldn't tell who it was because of the metallic mask that was made to resemble an animal skull that is covering most of the woman's face. And If Cassie's eyes aren't playing tricks on her. She's sure that this woman is wearing another mask underneath. A ski mask she thinks. In the woman's right gloved hand seems to be a stick. But after a second of analyzing it. Cassie was able to notice it was actually a wand.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" Said the woman in a British accent. Though despite the accent, Cassie was still able to recognize Vanessa's voice. "My I have never seen a creature like yourself in these parts before. A nice price you'll fetch for me on the black market." Vanessa gestured to the young girl with her wand.

Cassie couldn't help but grin amusingly. She didn't think Vanessa of all people would dress up for the holiday. Let alone get into character. Whatever character she's supposed to be dressed as. "Or perhaps I'll keep your pelt for myself. You'll definitely give my residence a much-needed flare to it."

The masked woman taps the wooden railing of the porch. "However," She said, pausing for a second for dramatic effect. "I can be a fair woman. I'll let you go if you can get pass my beast and make it up here on the porch in one piece." Vanessa aims her wand to her right and does a twirling gesture with it. Just then the sound of the garage door opening catches Cassie's attention. Once fully opened, stepping out of the garage is a little over six feet tall serpent-like creature with arms and legs.

Right away the brunette can tell the serpent costume was made of cloth. But regardless of that it was well made and actually scary looking. Cassie also could tell one of the Glamrocks are under the suit to do being too tall to be anyone else. But she's not sure which one.

The creature walks over and stands between Vanessa and Cassie. "Behold my feline friend! My very own basilisk!" The 'basilisk' lets out a deep, fear inducing hiss. The hissing was a big indicator that it's Monty wearing the costume. "I would tell you the story how I caught such a rare, valuable creature that is feared throughout the entire world. But you won't live to hear it."

"As if." Stated Cassie confidently. Vanessa feigned surprise when hearing Cassie talk for the first time since arriving. Saying how she's even more eager to make a pelt out of her. After Cassie had that, she watches as Monty gets into his prowling position. The very same one he took when hunting Gregory. Sidestepping to the right, Monty copies her. She then sidesteps to the left, same result. The girl hums, 'How am I going to get past him? I'm not dealing with a legless Monty this time.'

From behind the mask, she scans the lawn to see if she can find something that might help her in this. The sight of the Halloween decorations gives her an idea. Cassie bolts to a set of tombstones with Monty going after her to intercept. She manages to reach the fake marble stone and stand behind one of them. Monty, when getting there, tries to go for the direct approach and grab Cassie. But he had to carefully squeeze between the tombstones and not break them. Which slowed him down.

Something Cassie was hoping for. She takes this opportunity and runs around the decorations. In a desperate attempt Monty reaches over a tombstone to grab her, but this throws him off balance as he reached too far. He was fortunately able to use his built-up momentum to twist himself so that way he would end up falling between the tombstones.

He falls to the ground with an oof and a loud thud. With him down the brunette rushes toward the front porch. She practically jumps over the single step and calls out. "Safe!" Letting the excitement in her die down for a brief moment. Cassie turns to face Vanessa. "I got to admit Vanessa, I didn't expect this from you. That was quite the performance." In the background they can hear Monty grumble to himself as he heads back to the garage.

The older woman softly chuckles and removes the mask from her face and Cassie was right when she thought she saw another mask being worn. Though it being a ski mask wasn't entirely accurate. It was a balaclava that exposed most of Vanessa's face.

"You're not the only one." She said with a small smile. "I guess the spirit of the holiday got me to really express one of my interests." They both shared a laugh. Cassie then asks Vanessa what or who is she dressed as. The blonde answers she's dressed as a Poacher Duelist from the game Hogwarts Legacy. Cassie... has no idea what Vanessa is talking about. But she still compliments the costume as she can tell Vanessa put in the work of making it.

"By the way, speaking of costumes. Why this one?" Asked the adult as she lightly tugs the collar of the outfit. The young girl shrugs her shoulders. "I mean, I already had it. Might as well make further use out of it."

The costume in question is a male white tiger wearing an Elvis Presley inspired white jumpsuit with purple accents. The top of the jumpsuit has two purple lines going down the torse, one on each side. And four gold buttons, two on each side. A medium length cape hung from the shoulders, the interior being purple and the exterior being white. The edge of the collar and the cuffs of the sleeves were also purple but with some gold as well. Tied around the waist is a golden sash. The pant legs of the suit are bellbottoms. Worn over Cassie's entire head is a tiger mask with two different colored eyes. Green and blue.

Just in that moment Roxxane Wolf along with Gregory both step out the door. They become excited when seeing their friend standing on the front porch. Though the wolf was the most excited to see the girl judging by her wagging tail. Taking off the tiger head. "Hey guys! Happy Halloween!"

"Happy Halloween!" They both returned. Focusing her attention on Gregory, she asks him if he's ready to head out. The question was rhetorical. He was already in his costume and holding a pillow sheet in his left hand. Gregory was dressed as a space marine. Cassie couldn't tell from what franchise though. To her, they tend to bleed into one another unless it's something more obvious.

He nods his head. "Come on! We should get going before all the good candy is taken." Agreeing, the young girl puts her mask back on. But before they can even walk off the porch. "Wait a minute." Suddenly said Roxxane. Turning, they both watch as the female wolf heads back inside the house. Only to come back out a second later with a big bowl of candy in her hands.

"A little starting candy before you go." They smile and open their pillow sheets. Roxxane drops two pieces of candy each into the sacks. Now having a bit of a head start into their trick-or-treating. Gregory and Cassie eagerly walk off the porch and then onto the sidewalk. Vanessa shouted out for them to stay together and for Gregory to call her on his Faz-Watch if there's an emergency.

He shouts back he will, while also flashing the wrist mounted device to show he has it on him and that it's turned on. Both Vanessa and Roxxane watch as the two kids skip pass the neighboring houses.

While not trying to show it on her face. Roxxane can't help but feel worried. She wanted to join them on their trick-or-treating so she can keep an eye on them. But Vanessa and Rebecca were able to convince her that Gregory and Cassie are old enough to be on their own tonight. Not only that, but they live in a safe neighborhood with nice people. So, anything happening to them is slim to none.

Having to put her faith into what she was told. Roxxane heads back into the house with Vanessa right behind her. They had to get ready for the trick-or-treaters that will eventually come to the door.

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When the pair were about five houses away from Gregory's. They began to walk up to houses to officially celebrate Halloween. After hitting a total seven of them, Gregory and Cassie have gotten themselves a good haul so far.

The homeowners went above and beyond and bought the large size candy bars to hand out to the kids. And those who bought the smaller packages of candy were giving kids two each. Something they were happy about. They continued to hit more houses and by now their pillow sheets were a quarter full.

Standing off to the side so they wouldn't be blocking the sidewalk. Gregory and Cassie look at all the candy they got. "Look at this haul we have gotten." Said Gregory. "We're only like, what? Twenty minutes into our trick-or-treating?"

"I'm definitely going to hide at least some of this so I can avoid a lecture from my dad about getting cavities." Rummaging through in the sack to see exactly what candy she has gotten. Cassie makes a disgusted face when spotting a particular one she's not very fond of. Grabbing it, she holds it up for Gregory to see. "Ugh. I'm not a fan of Nerds."

"Really?" Asked a surprised Gregory. Nodding her head, Cassie says she'll trade it with him. Going through his own candy. Gregory founded one he was more than willing to trade with. The two made the trade and continued their trick-or-treating.

The two kids hit some more houses; their pillow sacks were starting to get heavy from all the candy they were getting. Gregory looked up at the sky and can see the sun was just setting over the horizon.

While he knew neither his mom nor Vanessa gave him a time limit for how long they can be out. He did know they wouldn't want them to be out for very long when it's dark. Feeling like they got enough candy. The brunette boy was going to suggest they head back to his place. But before the words could even leave his mouth. A sudden, blood curling scream made the two kids jump. Their heartbeats for a quick few seconds increased in speed.

Turning to face the direction where the scream came from. About three houses down the street is a house that's completely drenched in Halloween decorations! And these decorations were no joke. It looked like it was a legit abandon mental asylum.

At the front of the house. Both Gregory and Cassie can see a line of ten to fifteen people waiting to enter the faux asylum. Immediately the kids knew this was one of those haunted house attractions that some people in the neighborhood would make. To give people a real scare.

A couple of a teenagers could be seen exiting the house from the garage and head in their direction. As they walked by, Gregory and Cassie could hear one of the teenagers talk about how scary that whole thing was. The other one agreed with their friend, but then mentions they got some good prizes by reaching the end of it.

The mentioning of prizes peaked the kids' interest. "What do you think, Cassie? Should we give it a try?" Cassie looks at the house. Under the tiger mask her expression is one of slight hesitance. But she pushes that aside and says yes.

Getting in line, both of them realized now that they're the only kids there. Everyone else is either a late-age teenager or young adult. It did make them feel worried that they might not be allowed to enter. But there was only one way to find out for sure.

After several minutes of waiting, Gregory and Cassie finally make it to the front of the line. There was a woman dressed in casual clothes sitting on a chair next to the front door. She looked at the kids with a scrutinizing gaze. Debating if she should let them in or not given their age. But she shrugged her shoulders and let enter. Seeing no true harm in it.

The two kids step into the dark abyss of the fake asylum. There was actually a shift in the atmosphere the moment they entered inside. The walls are a dull white with splotches of dirt and blood. Not too far from them is a discarded, turned over wheelchair and something they now just noticed was how silent everything became. It was a stark contrast to the excited murmurs and whispers of the people waiting in line. Dreariness was the best word to use to describe the shift.

But knowing they couldn't go back. Both kids pressed on forward. After a couple of minutes of walking down the hallway. Gregory and Cassie were met with their first jumpscare. "AHHHHH! HAHAHAHAH!" A man dressed in a dirty, torn straight jacket and mask bellowed out as he suddenly emerged from a nearby room made to look a padded room.

In his hand, raised above his head is a blood-stained kitchen knife. Splitting the man's face is a large, manic smile. But said smile was starting to falter when he saw that the two kids he jumped at didn't react to him at all.

Gregory and Cassie looked at the man with blank expressions. Not even a single twitch or flinch to be seen. They glanced at each other for a quick second till continuing onward. The man watches them till they rounded a corner. "Kids and their video games." He scoffed.

When the two brunettes were a good few feet from the guy. They encountered another scary moment. Down the hall was a bloodied woman limping her way towards them. When spotting the children, she stretches a handout to them. "Please! Help me! I need help!" She begged, almost on the verge of tears. Just then a woman dressed in bloody scrubs and wearing a face mask approaches the woman from behind.

She grabs the woman who starts struggling to break free. "Naughty, naughty!" Said the nurse in a creepy, song-song voice. "You can't start breaking the rules before you're even admitted in our care." The woman screams and again begs for their help. The nurse drags the howling woman into a room and promptly shuts the door. The woman's cries were instantly silent.

Like with the man from before. Neither of the brunettes had a reaction to what they just saw. "Maybe this wasn't the best idea. None of this is really scaring us." Said Gregory. Removing the tiger head and holding it under her free arm. "Don't blame yourself Gregory. We've just experienced scarier stuff... only several months ago. That's bound to have some effect on us in our lives."

"I know. I just hope stuff like this," He gestures around the decorated hallway they're standing in. "Isn't completely ruined for us in the future." Giving her friend a reassuring smile. She says it won't and that they'll just need more time. She then suggests they keep moving.

After several more failed to scare them jumpscares. Gregory and Cassie finally make it to the end of the attraction. They can assume they're in the garage judging by the size of the room. Though right now it looks like an operating room. In the middle illuminated by a single, dim light is a large open chest. Next to the chest is a sign written in bold text that reads, "TAKE ONLY ONE!"

Peering into the chest. Two sets of eyes widen at what they see in it. Neither of the two expected anything like what they're seeing right now. They reach in and grab an item that appeals to them. They then exit the garage and are now outside again. By now the sun has fully set and Gregory suggests they head back to his place. Cassie agrees and the two head in the direction of the house.

Back at Gregory's home. Vanessa shuts the door after handing out the last of the candy to their last trick-or-treaters. Though before shutting the door, she puts up a sign saying they're out of candy. Walking into the leaving room and putting the bowl down onto the coffee table. Vanessa takes off her top hat, Poacher Duelist mask, and balaclava. "That's the last of the candy." She said.

From on the couch Roxxane snorts. "Honestly surprised we ran out. Thought there might be some left before the night was over. Glamrock Chica is going to be sad when she and Freddy get back."

Before Vanessa could sit on the couch with the wolf. There was another knock on the door, which confused the two. "Read the sign! We're out of candy!" Shouted Roxxane. The blonde gave her a glare. "It's us! Gregory and Cassie!" Gregory shouted back.

With the confirmation it was those two. They were let into the house. Not long after stepping into the living room both kids dumped their candy onto the floor. "Nice haul you two manage to get." Complimented Vanessa. "Of course, Cassie would get the best candy." Said Roxxane. Much to Cassie's joy.

After several minutes of trading candy. Both Gregory and Cassie put their respective piles back into their own pillow sheets. With that all done one of them asks what they should do next. Cassie suggests they can watch some Halloween specials. They all agreed and turned on the TV. In that moment the front door opens and stepping our Glamrock Freddy (dressed as Frankenstein's monster), Glamrock Chica (dressed as a witch), and lastly Gregeory's mom.

"Gregory, Cassie! You finished your trick-or-treating?" Asked Freddy. "I smell candy!" Excitedly said Chica as she made her way to the bowl on the table. Only to bawk in sadness when seeing it was empty. Then she eyed the two stuffed pillow sheets. "Chica!" Warned Vanessa.

Rebecca could only watch with a smile and say. "Happy Halloween everyone."

I know this is very late, but I got busy. However, I still wanted to finish it and upload it for you all to read. I was back and forth if I wanted conflict in this special. Like maybe bullies steal Gregory and Cassie's candy and they get the help of Vanessa and a few of the Glamrocks to help them get it back. But I decided against it and let the two kids just have fun. They went through a lot at the Pizzaplex. Like almost being killed several times a lot.

Originally Vanessa wore a Death Eater costume, and I actually wrote that scene. She was really hamming it up. But I've been playing lots of Hogwarts Legacy and when I encountered the Poacher Duelist for the first time. I thought they looked cool and when I realized they were women. I decided to change Vanessa's costume to a Poacher Duelist. X3

To those who recognize the costume Cassie is wearing. Yes, it's based off of Tiger Rock. To be more specific Tiger Rock that's on the front cover of the seventh book in the Tales of the Pizzaplex series. Tiger Rock in the story has a completely different outfit. Tiger Rock was everything except anything physical. So, to represent him I made him a costume in my story. I hoped I described it well as it's shown on the cover.

To address Gregory's and Cassie's little-to-lack of reaction in the haunted house attraction. That's the point, their adventure in the Pizzaplex has (but NOT completely) numbed them to fake danger. These kids were almost killed constantly in that place.

Here's what a Poacher Duelist looks like.

#five nights at freddy's #five nights at freddy's: security breach #gregory #cassie #vanessa #roxxane wolf #The Glam-Family #fanfic #fanfiction #my thoughts #montgomery gator #glamrock chica #glamrock freddy

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rjalker · 2 years

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I've decided the crossbow and egg are the symbol of cyberfurries / transhumanism (transhumanists?) for my concept idea for a future scifi universe.

The egg represents the new life, and the crossbow defends it, and all that came before, and all that will come after.

BTW all these ideas are 100% public domain because A)I hate capitalism B)the more the merrier C)I think the world needs more open universe stories for everyone to tell.

here's a random cool demon person who color-coded all their outfit to match their new look. The wings are 100% functional.

Here's the link to the character on Hero Forge so you can play around with it too.

This character's general appearance is also public domain because I say so, though you obviously can't just use the Hero Forge assets(?), you'd have to draw it or make it originally if you want art you can like, distribute or something.

I named them Altera as a pun on "alteration" and "alterhuman". Their pronouns are they/them, and they also definitely named themselves Altera as a pun. I decided that they might not be the first official person to get the full alterations, but unlike the others they're fine with public speaking, and aren't camera-shy, so they're the most visible and vocal in their activism, which includes many things, and is in no way limited to making sure alteration technology is tested and safe and if anything goes wrong, making sure people can get the proper treatment. They also want to make sure alteration technology isn't used for immoral purposes, like eugenics or biological warfare.

Name: Altera (They would prefer not to have a last name, but for legal purposes, it's devil, with a lower-case D)

Pronouns: They/them

Gender: Nonbinary

Orientation: Aroace (Everything repulsed, non-partnering)

Species: Nonhuman, devil

(Species is not assigned to you, it's something you self-identify as. Just because you get cat features doesn't automatically make your species "cat".)

[ID: A screenshot from HeroForge.com, showing a 3D model of a bipedal character who has folded bat-like wings on their back, and three tails with spades on the end. Their skin is sky blue, with black on the points of their hands feet, and tails, and on the insides of the wings. They are wearing a black short-sleeved shirt, with a cyan and sky blue vest, and cyan and black pants with a blue belt. In one hand they hold a large crossbow, in the other they hold a cyan, jewel-like egg. White text has been added that reads, "Altera, they/them, nonbinary, aroace, nonhuman, devil". End ID.]

#Rjalker does Hero Forge #cyberfurries #transhumanism #writing prompts #writing ideas #open universe #public domain characters #because I say so and it's fun #Altera devil #Altera #Altera the devil

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suminomiyyas · 7 years

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Sumipe Lineblog Translation 2018/01/28

アホガール真冬の阿呆祭り！

Здравствуйте!

本日はアホガールのイベント「真冬の阿呆祭り！」でした！ Today Aho Girl event “Midwinter Aho Matsuri” has been held ! お越しくださった皆さま、ありがとうございましたヾ(*´∀｀*)ﾉ Thank you yo everyone who come there ヾ(*´∀｀*)ﾉ

登壇の皆様で！ Everyone in stage !

そしてアホガールといえばバナナ！ということで、本日は楽屋にも舞台袖にもあらゆる場所にバナナが積まれていました（　＾ω＾） Speaking of Aho Girl definitely there’s Banana, Bananas are piled In Backroom and everywhere in Stage （　＾ω＾）

バナナ！ Banana !

よしこ！ Yoshiko !

出荷されるよしこ！ Yoshiko being shipped ! //RIP in pieces and please don’t comeback

おみやげのバナナは超高級バナナにつき、是非お早めにお召し上がりくださいね( ˘ω˘ ) And for the souvenir is a High-Quality Banana, i want to go home and eat it as soon as possible ( ˘ω˘ )

ライブパートでは衣装を変えて「踊れ！きゅーきょく哲学」を歌いました！盛り上がってくださってありがとうございましたっ！うーはー！(／・ω・)／ In the Live part i am changing my dress and sang “Odore ! Kyuukyoku Tetsugaku” ! Thanks for the cheers ! (／・ω・)／

よしこ役の悠木さんと！ With Yuki-san as Yoshiko !

なっ…素早い…！ Ha...Hayai....! //i am sorry this is how i translate this phrase

До встречи! СУМИРЭ すみれ

#上坂すみれ #Seiyuu #Uesaka Sumire #Yuuki Aoi #Sugita Tomokazu #Harada Sayaka #Sakura Kaoru. Yashiro Taku #Namikawa Daisuke #HIkasa Yoko #i definitely can't tell who's the one in black vest #either it's Yukachi or Senbongi ?#Blog Translation #Blog Updates #My Translation

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welcome-to-hawkins · 2 years

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Dungeon master and his princess

In which reader has a thing for eddies hands.

Part two Part three Alternative ending

Warnings: 18+, choking, smut, pet names, fingering, oral fixation, that’s it I think lmao.

His hands.

You couldn't stop staring at his hands.

You’d been fixed on him from across the back row of history class for at least the last 40 minutes. The way he sat on the table with his feet on the chair, talking loudly with his friends about some new DnD campaign he was planning.

Jean vest over leather jacket over that stupid hellfire shirt. Hair dangling in his face. Ripped black jeans just tight enough to show off his thighs… but you weren’t interested in any of the things that you usually fantasised over during third period history.

Because today Eddie had added a new set of accessories to his look. He was wearing rings.

Four of them, all silver, spread across his nimble fingers. Three rings sat across his left hand and one on his right ring finger.

Slender fingers. Strong veiny forearms. You were definitely staring again.

You watched as he slid down off the table and caught your eye with a quirked brow and a smirk. Shit. Class had ended and he just caught you drooling. Double shit. You ducked your head and got out of there before he could say anything.

You were waiting for Dustin by your locker, ready to drive him home from school when your mind began to wander again.

You’d had a crush on Eddie since 7th grade, not that he'd ever noticed. Wrapped up in his band and Hellfire, he didn’t exactly have time to pay attention to the quiet girl who watched him like her favourite tv show.

Suffice to say it wasn’t exactly convenient when your kid brother became his newest Hellfire recruit. Now your Thursday nights were spent chauffeuring Dustin from school to Hellfire and then home, trying to avoid Eddie at all costs. A mission that had been thus far successful.

Sure, you’d spent a few hours each week parked down the block hiding in your car. And yeah, hearing Dustin talk about him as if he was the first Henderson to fall under the spell was a little annoying. But hey, it’s not like you had anything better to do.

“Hello, earth to y/n?” Dustin waved his clammy hand in your face.

You turned your head to be greeted with the sight of your little brother, and more alarmingly, a smirking Eddie Munson.

“Shit, hi! Sorry Dus. Must’ve zoned out” you said sheepishly.

You took in Eddie. Brown hair falling across his face, partially hiding the smirk that was directed at you for the second time today. And then you looked lower. Arms crossed, leather jacket pulled taut and…

His goddamn hands.

Fingers wrapped around his upper arm, rings shining at you teasingly. You imagined those fingers entwined with yours, holding your arms above your head as he-

“HELLO? Are you drooling? You're embarrassing me in front of Eddie” Dustin complained, tugging on your arm.

“Nah, s’okay Dustin. She likes to watch. Ain’t that right princess?” Eddie looked down at you, his mocking tone only serving to make you clench your thighs. A movement that doesn’t go unnoticed, judging by the predatory glint in his eye.

“I- I don't, i’m not…” You sighed, “Dustin come on we have to go”.

Dragging your protesting brother behind you, you could vaguely make out Eddie chuckling in the background.

Dustin had been complaining about you embarrassing him and being rude to Eddie for the whole fifteen minute car journey. Apparently staring at the Dungeon Master is bad form. You pulled the car over in Dustins usual drop off spot only to be greeted with the last person you wanted to see.

Eddie sauntered round to your side of the car and tapped twice against the window, indicating that he wanted you to roll it down.

“Great, look what you did now. He’s probably gonna tell me I can't come to Hellfire anymore!” Dustin grumbled.

You rolled your window all the way down, still not turning your head to face him. Eddie bent down, resting his forearms on your window ledge and learning his head alarmingly close to the side of your face.

“Hey princess” you could see him smiling at you from the corner of your eye, “you gonna come inside this time, help me run this campaign?”

Before you could even form a response Dustin blurted,

“YES, yes she is”.

You looked at him incredulously while Eddie smacked his hands against the roof of your car.

“Awesome. Meet you in there” he grinned, sauntering back around the car and into the building.

“What the hell did you do that for?” You admonished Dustin, “I can't go in there!”

“You have to! You already got me in trouble once today, and if the dungeon master says you’re in, you’re in!” Dustin demanded.

And that was how you ended up here, sat on the corner of a disused theatre prop while the gang finished their campaign.

You had to admit it wasn’t quite as boring as you’d expected it to be, especially with the addition of Erica. The gang had surpassed a troll and solved a riddle to get the next clue and end the session, turns out Eddie had made some last minute changes and their newest monster was guarding something they needed to win.

After insisting you join them, he’d barely looked at you all night. And when he did it was with a teasing look that you couldn’t quite place.

Watching him gracefully rotate the game pieces across the table throughout the game had done nothing to help your newfound obsession with his hands, and if you were being truthful you couldn’t wait to get out of there.

“Okay, come on Dus. Time to go home” you called him from where he was stood, raving about the session to Mike.

“Gareth can take Dustin home. Right, kid?” Eddie commanded from his throne. You opened your mouth to protest when he continued;

“The oldest Henderson and me need to have a little chat, isn’t that right princess?”

Schooling your face to be suitably annoyed you turned to your brother and rolled your eyes.

“I’m fine. He probably just wants to yell at me for disrupting his campaign” you sighed, “i’ll meet you at home”.

As the last of the group filtered out your eyes finally returned to the man who was currently spread out across the dungeon throne. One leg thrown haphazardly across the arm, elbow propped up on the other side, balancing his head in his palm. One eyebrow raised teasingly at you. He was a case study in asymmetry, and yet you’d never seen a person look more perfect.

“So… why was I actually here? You didn’t need me for your game and i’ve never been involved in Hellfire before” you said, moving across to sit on the edge of the table, side on to him so you didn’t have to look him in the eye.

“Oh come on, you’re telling me you didn’t figure it out? I'm disappointed, Princess, I thought you were smarter than that. Although I suppose it is kinda hard to learn when you spend most of class staring at me”

Your head snapped towards him at this, heat creeping up your cheeks.

“I do not!” You protest “I was just… lost in thought this morning” you shuffled your whole body to face him this time. He moved backwards in his seat, dropping his leg and bringing his hand up to hold the back of your calf. The feeling of his cold metal rings against your warm flesh made you shiver, and he marked your reaction with a grin. Clearly willing to ignore your lie, he moved on.

“So, how come I didn’t know Henderson had a sister?” He said, lowly.

“Maybe because you never paid enough attention” you bit back.

“Well i’m paying attention now, Princess” he slid his hand up the back of your leg, now dangerously close to the hem of your skirt.

“Why do you keep calling me that?” You whispered, almost afraid that if you were any louder he’d realise the position you were in and stop touching you.

“Well for a start because it makes you react like that…” his lazy grin grew impossibly wider “But also because I figure you could help me freshen up my campaign. You’re the new prize" he finished, breathily.

“And like all prizes… it’s finders keepers”.

He pulled you by your hips onto his lap, legs settling on either side of his, hands braced on his chest. Not giving you a chance to catch your breath he crashed his lips against yours, burying a hand in your hair and using the other to pull your hips forward against his.

You grasped his denim vest in both hands, tugging him towards you. He dropped the hand from your hair to your chest, groping at your breast through your shirt.

You moaned against his mouth, and felt him smile against your lips. Before he pulled away to ask “So what is it, huh Princess? I’ve seen you looking at me but never like this. What’s got you so worked up?” You looked up at him, pupils blown and chest heaving.

“Your rings, your hands, I just… oh god” your hands were grasping at anything they could find, his chest, jacket, his arms, just trying to get him to touch you again.

He laughed, a deep heavenly sound that you would spend the rest of your life trying to hear again.

“Oh baby, we are gonna have so much fun” he mused.

He turned you around in his lap, pulling your back to his chest and hooking your legs across the outside of his thighs.

“Watch what I do to you Princess. Wouldn’t wanna have to make you beg” his voice sent chills down your spine, causing you to rock back into him, feeling his arousal pressed against your back.

He traced the fingertips of his right hand up your thigh, stopping when he reached the hem of your skirt. He used his left hand to roughly yank your shirt up over your chest, exposing your bra. Both hands cup your breasts, squeezing harshly before pulling down the cups of your bra, exposing your bare chest.

“So perfect” he stated, not talking to you as much as he was about you.

Nimble fingers pinched and massaged your nipples as you threw your head back against his shoulder.

“Please Eddie, need you” you cried, not above begging if it gets him to touch you where you so badly want him to.

He hums lightly, the vibration of his chest against your back sending a surge of wetness to your already soaked panties.

He slides a hand down to flip up your skirt around your middle. You can only imagine what you must look like right now, clothes half off spread open on Eddies lap moaning like a whore.

His right hand once again snakes down to your thigh, but this time finishes it’s torturous trail up your leg to the hem of your white cotton panties. He rubs you over the top of the fabric and moans when he finds the spreading damn patch.

Your own cry is swallowed by his mouth as he turns his head and kisses you. Hand diving into your panties he begins to gather wetness from your dripping hole and swirl it around your clit. His other hand is splayed against your chest, holding you tight against him. Breaking the kiss he begins to suck a bruise into your neck.

“Eddie please, please touch me. Need it so bad” you whine, attempting to grind yourself back against him, desperate for whatever he is willing to give you.

“Oh baby, so needy. Let’s give that mouth something to do, huh?” He mocks, sliding the hand that was previously across your chest up, briefly resting against your throat before plunging two fingers into your mouth at the same time his other hand mirrors his actions, two thick fingers stretching open your pussy.

You moan out against his fingers and your eyes roll back into your head as he begins to piston his fingers in and out of you, the heel of his palm rubbing against your bundle of nerves with every stroke.

“Tell me, when you were thinking about my hands earlier… was this what you had in mind? My fingers buried deep in your greedy cunt? Or was it my hand wrapped around your throat” he broke off his own sentence to do just that, his fingers slick with your saliva as they applied the slightest pressure to the sides of your throat, making your head buzz.

His fingers sped up, curling against your g spot with each movement.

“Because when I think about you at night, with my hand wrapped around my cock, I imagine the shy girl from history class spread open for me on my table, making noises sweeter than any song I know”

His words along with the lack of oxygen and fingers buried to the hilt in your cunt sent you over the edge. You spasmed around his fingers as his hand moved from around your neck to hold you tight against his chest.

“Such a good girl, doin so well for me” he whispered against your cheek, grounding you against him as you come down from your high.

Once again he turned you gently in his lap, twisting you to face him, and pulled you back to him. Your actions hit you all at once as you took in your reflection in his eyes. Before you could move back or begin to apologise he lifted the fingers that had been inside you only moments ago to his lips and sucked them clean as he watched you.

“That was…” you started but trailed off, unsure of what to say.

“Hot.” Eddie filled in the blank for you, a shit eating grin overtaking his face.

“Like the hottest thing i’ve ever seen” he continued, clearly intent on making your face burn with embarrassment, “but next time I want you spread out on my DnD table”.

Turns out Hellfire club might just be the best thing Dustins ever dragged you into.

Thanks for reading! Dm me if you want to see more- submit prompts and I’ll make it happen!

Parts two, three and the alt ending are linked at the top!

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #joseph quinn #eddie munson x fem!reader #smut #x reader

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voiceless-terror · 3 years

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#21 and #46 for kiss prompts, maybe? I can't get enough your writing tbf

kiss on a dare- a little jonmartin season one fluff <3 All in all, this is one of Tim’s better Friday nights.

It’s been ages since Jon’s hung out with them, and never with Martin along for the ride. The Archives had been off to a messy start after the Dog Incident and Jon’s subsequent panic over the state of the place. What used to be an ‘every couple of weeks’ tradition turned into an almost-never one as the newly-assembled team got buried under more and more boxes of dusty statements. He’s pretty astounded that Jon agreed to dinner and drinks- although it’s a Friday night, Jon’s been apt to stay weekends more often than not. He figured if he arranged for it at one of theirs instead of a pub, Jon would be more likely to come. He always preferred less crowded settings.

No, the real feat was getting him to come knowing Martin was invited.

Jon’s been getting...better around him, that’s true. He was perfectly fine at his birthday party, going off about emulsifiers for a solid fifteen minutes. Tim’s always been rather fond of Jon’s infodumping, and if he’s comfortable enough to do it around Martin that must be a good sign. Despite an initial freeze-out, he now thanks Martin for his tea and saves his most pointed comments for Martin’s more egregious screw-ups (and even those have less bite than usual). Still, a colleague does not a friend make, and Jon’s never been good at opening up to people he doesn’t know all that well. However, Jon just nodded at the Martin caveat, seemingly not giving it a second thought. And Martin didn’t seem all that worried either.

Whatever, Tim’s not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. He’s just happy they’re all here, having a good time. It’s late and Jon’s had enough wine to keep a smile on his face. He missed that. It’s nice how easily they slot together, even with all of the upheaval and a new addition. Martin himself isn’t so shy after a drink or two, more willing to engage in banter and keep the conversation going. This is what it should be like all the time, Tim thinks. Shitty archive job or not.

It’s when they retire to the living room, drinks in hand, that he finally notices the little grin on Sasha’s face. And Tim, knowing exactly what that means, is both a little afraid and excited. Four-drink-Sasha has always been a host unto herself.

“Why don’t,” she begins, a hiccup interrupting her as she slumps into an armchair. Tim snickers and ignores the glare this earns him. “Why don’t we play one of our old games-”

Tim raises a glass in agreement as Jon, predictably, groans. Martin looks quizzically between them. Ah yes, time for your initiation, Marto! Not that they’ve played this in about a year or so, of course, but it's always fun to revisit the good old days.

“Seriously? We’re not children-”

Tim gives Jon a playful slap on the back that sends him flying forward on the couch, spilling a bit of wine on Sasha’s rug. He hopes she doesn’t notice. “C’mon, it’ll be fun, boss! Nothing like it to break the ice, and there’s definitely some ice that needs breaking.”

Martin blinks, hand tightening on his glass. He looks nervous, like he always does when he doesn’t know exactly what’s going on. Which is a shame, because he’s been so nice and open all night. Even chatting with Jon. “Sorry, what are you talking about?”

Jon rolls his eyes, giving Martin a commiserating look. “Truth or dare.”

Martin lets out a disbelieving laugh, relaxing minutely. “Wait, really?”

“Yes, really.” Jon’s foot reaches out to shove at Tim’s leg. “Tim loves pulling ridiculous stunts-”

“-Hey, you loved the karaoke idea-”

“You sing?”

“No.” Tim would dispute that, but the look on Jon’s face declares it a bad idea. “And Sasha likes to ask probing questions.”

Sasha preens, though the remark was certainly not meant as a compliment. “What can I say, I’m the Queen of Truth-”

Tim snorts. “Hacking and blackmail more like-”

“Anyway-” Sasha sings out as Tim dodges a pillow to the face. “Tim….truth or-”

“Dare, always dare.”

“You’re absolutely no fun,” Sasha pouts, though it doesn’t take long for her eyes to narrow in thought. There’s very little Tim won’t do, but that’s a dangerous look. “I dare you...to text…”

“Text? You can do better than that, Sash.”

“Text...Elias.” That’s more like it.

Jon immediately scowls. “Tim, no-”

“I don’t have his number-”

“I do-”

“Sasha!”

“Jon, it’ll be fine! He’ll just say ‘oops, wrong number’ afterwards, no harm, no foul-”

Tim takes this time to snatch at Sasha’s phone, sitting precariously on the arm of her chair. She doesn’t notice, too busy gesturing at Jon empathically. He scrolls through her contact list.

“And then it’ll come down on me-”

Sasha rolled her eyes. “How is he going to connect it to you? It’s not like he knows we’re all together-”

“Done!” Tim tosses the phone back onto the couch with a little grin. Sasha blinks, looking down in confusion.

“Wait, that’s mine-”

The screech and smack on the arm at Tim’s hastily fired off ‘u up? ;)’ to Elias Bouchard were definitely deserved. He’s sure he’ll face consequences for that in the near future, but Jon and Martin’s immediate laughter had been well worth it. Shouldn’t dish it if you can’t take it, that’s Tim’s motto.

In the next round, Tim manages to get Martin to confess to his poetry-writing habit, an admission that has him turning an attractive shade of red. Jon just giggles quietly to himself as Martin reads through one of his poorer attempts at rhyme saved to the notes of his mobile. Tim watches the two of them; Martin keeps looking up at Jon throughout it all like he’s the only one in the room and god, his crush is so evident and yet Jon is oblivious, smiling at him like he’s not on the receiving end of some of the most loaded glances of all time.

Martin gets Sasha to admit to her most recent perusal through confidential institute records, which turned out to be previous archival expenses (solely to find out what Elias would cover with their new jobs, of course). At first glance, there wasn’t much in the way of extravagant meals or supplies, but a bit more digging had her finding Gertrude’s extensive travel budget. For an old woman, she certainly was a globe-trotter.

“All I’m saying, Jon, is that we could definitely do with a trip to China-”

“Yes, I’ll be sure to ask Elias about Gertrude’s trip to China, something I certainly shouldn’t know about, and he’ll have to let us go.”

“Refill?” Martin’s on his feet, taking Jon’s wine glass in his hand and Tim watches as their fingers brush- go Martin!- and yet Jon just nods his thanks, completely oblivious to the seduction taking place before him. Tim’s given it some thought and honestly, he thinks they’d make a cute couple. An odd pair, for sure, but Jon’s so soft once you get to know him, and Martin’s one of the funniest, sweetest guys he knows. They could be good for each other.

“Well, I still think it’s worth a try.” Sasha’s eyes are starting to blink heavily - she’ll be out for the count tonight, for sure. “Anyway, it’s your turn. I dare you-”

“I didn’t even pick!” Jon says, though he doesn’t seem too put out by it. This is the Jon Martin should know, the easy-humored, smiling man sprawled out before him. He’s even taken his little sweater vest and tie off, looking more like the familiar friend from research Tim knows so well. It warms his heart.

“Fine. Truth or dare?”

“Dare, I suppose. Seeing as how you already have one queued up.”

“I dare you to...to...to give a little kiss to someone in this room.” She waves her glass around imperiously. “Anyone you like.”

Silence. Tim gives Sasha a warning look that she ignores. She’s well in her cups, and he supposes any sense of propriety has gone out the window along with her sobriety. He’s actually seen Jon give quite a few kisses on a particularly memorable New Years Eve, but that was a different time. He doesn’t want him to feel pressured, not when he’s just starting to open back up.

“Jon doesn’t have to if he doesn’t want to-”

Sasha rolled her eyes. “Oh come on, you remember-”

“It doesn’t matter- Jon, you can skip this one if you like, we can think of something else-”

“Tim, it’s alright.” Jon puts a hand on his arm to stop the argument, and there’s a strange look in his eyes that can’t be attributed to liquor. It’s mock-serious, almost playful paired with his little sly smile. He thinks for a moment that Jon’s going to lean in and kiss him but instead he gets up from the sofa in a smooth motion and walks across the room to Martin, who’s just turned around with two glasses in hand. He freezes in place as Jon gets on his very tippy toes, takes his face in both hands, and kisses him.

Jonathan Sims. Kissing Martin Blackwood. Against a kitchen counter. Martin Blackwood, who, once he’s over his surprise, puts the drinks down behind him and kisses right the hell back, arms winding around Jon’s waist like they belong there.

What. The. Fuck.

_____

“The leg bit was a nice touch.”

“Hmm?” Jon’s in Martin’s lap, sprawled out on his couch back at his own flat, eyes closed in contentment as he leans back against the other man’s chest. Martin’s got one hand in his hair, and the other entwined with Jon’s, twirling the black ring on his finger. It’s heavenly.

“Thought you were trying to climb me.”

“Well, you usually pick me up at that point, make it easier.”

“Sorry, next time.” Kissing Jon’s always fun but kissing him out in the open, in front of their friends? Was that something they could do now? “Should we tell them we’ve been dating for two months?”

Two whole months since that night in Document Storage when Jon had finally let his guard down. When Martin had held him in his arms. Jon was very particular about keeping up appearances, though that all seemed to have crumbled tonight. Sasha rather fashioned herself a matchmaker, and Jon didn’t do anything to dissuade the fact. It’d been nice, having their relationship to themselves, the secret of it, the obliviousness of their friends who still thought Jon only tolerated him. It’s not that he wanted to keep it that way, of course, but it was nice while they were still figuring it out.

“If you’d like. Maybe it’s time.” Jon tilts his head back, giving Martin a fond look. “Though I know how much you enjoy playing the lovesick fool-”

“There’s something so poetic about unrequited love, yknow?”

“All the more when it’s requited, I’d say.” Martin couldn’t argue with that. He leans down to give Jon’s forehead a peck.

“Hmm. Give it a few more weeks. Act out the honeymoon phase for a bit, it’ll be fun.”

And when Jon squeezes his hand and smiles back, Martin thinks he won’t need to do much acting at all.

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31318724

#tma #the magnus archives #my writing #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #jonmartin #fluff #kiss prompts #i have a little backstory to how they got together in this one that maybe one day i will write #but heres a lil something something #jonmartin secret dating is fun okay #v enjoyable #jaybirdsfall #reblogs appreciated <3

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jairights · 3 years

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❦ LAWLESS: X

content warning: noncon, cursing, violence, manipulation, possessiveness, jealousy, humiliation, overstimulation, explicit sexual contents, gangbang, mentions of killing, traumatic events, sensitive topics, drugs, self-harm, blood, detailed smut, dark content.

english is not my first language, expect typographical and grammatical error.

all chapters on masterlist.

minors dni.

Y/N

When I woke up my arms are covered with bandages. Fuck my head hurt so much... fucking drugs, how did Sanzu endure the pain? I collapsed as soon as it affects.

"Mikey." I called when I went out of the room.

His room is locked, where did he go?

I shrugged and just went out taking my skateboard with me, maybe I'll just find a park here.

When I went out of the house, I saw the guards wearing formal attires. What is this? What's happening?

One of them saw me and bowed. "Miss Y/N."

I was surprised when suddenly all four of them bowed. This is awesome!!! I am someone this cool?!

"Where are you going, Miss Y/N?" They asked. "Boss will have a business trip for a week, and we're asked to keep you safe."

"Ohh... I'll just find a nearest park and will ride my skateboard." I told them.

"Boss firmly said not to let you out and make sure that you rest today." He said and took something on his vest pocket. "And this... Boss gave it, you can use it if you want to buy something." He gave me a black card.

A smile formed on my lips. "Thanks." I took it from him and about to walk away when he stopped me.

"Miss Y/N, Boss said you should rest because you hurt yourself last night." He reminded.

"I am perfectly fine though..."

"Even the doctor who checked on you said you should rest. We'll be in trouble if Boss found out we let you out."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Then how am I going to use this?" I asked him pertaining to the black card.

"You can't go out today, just for today Miss Y/N." He begged.

I rolled my eyes. "Damn, what should I do in this empty house?" I tantrum as I went back to the door. I stopped and looked at them again. "I won't tell, Mikey. Instead, I will treat you guys with this." I said and showed them the black card. "Name what you want."

"Ms. Y/N... we'll be in trouble if the Boss found out, so please just rest. If you need something today, I will buy it for you." He said.

"Then... buy me foods." I said giving up.

I will definitely use this card well, Mikey.

Few hours later...

"There's nothing to do in this house!" I shouted enough for the guards to hear.

Looking at the window I saw guards again. I screamed in frustration. "Fuck you, Mikey! Fuck you, Bonten!"

I wanna destroy things but there's nothing here. When I calmed down, I lied down in bed just surfing the internet, killing time while watching videos.

The next day...

As soon as I woke up, I prepared myself to go outside. I remove the bandages when I took a bath. What the fuck happened to me after I drunk the drugged whiskey?

I went out with my skateboard again and greeted the guards. "I can go out today, right?" I asked them.

"Yes, Ms. Y/N. But you need to get your arms checked first, the doctor will come soon." The guard said.

"You fucker said I can go out today." I told him frustrated.

"Later, Miss Y/N. Just wait for a bit." He said flinching when I shouts.

A doctor really came and checked my arms, cleaned my bruise and covered it with bandages.

"Hey, you quack doctor. Tell them I am fine, okay?" I told her.

"You shouldn't move too much for now Miss, you lost a lot of blood." She said.

I wanna slap her face.

"I am fine, I know my body more!" I rolled my eyes. "If I can't go out today, you will buy all the things I need." I warned her.

She told the guards that I shouldn't move too much but I can go out. She's nice I guess.

The guards accompanying me as I walk inside the mall. I am just humming thinking I can buy anything I want today.

We passed by a gadget store, I entered and looked at the TV flat screens.

"Wow that's huge!" I said running to the TV I saw. "I will buy this." I told the guard.

"Eh?" He asked confusely, doubting what he just heard.

"Clean your ears you idiot!" I shouted at him.

Why all of Mikey's men annoyed me to the bones? He did well hiring dumb ones.

I bought TV, laptop, cabinets, bed, bedsheets and groceries. Mikey's men helped me to attached the flat screen in my room.

"Miss Y/N... why aren't you buying clothes?" The guard asked while holding the mountain bike I bought.

"I want Mikey to choose what to wear. I am his bitch, right?" I said smiling. "But wait... why the fuck do you care? Just lift the cabinets here!"

I spend the whole week spending Mikey's money. Buying anything I want, anything...

Watching a movie inside my room while hugging a huge bag of chips when I heard a knock.

"Come in." I said laughing from the movie I watch.

The door opened and it's... "Mikey!" I said smiling ear to ear.

Mikey sat beside me and looked at the TV. "Did you buy it using the card?" He asked as he looked around my decorated room.

I nodded, eyes focused on the movie I am watching.

Mikey hold my chin making me turn to him. He kissed me and I respond to it.

I giggled when our lips parted. "Aren't you suppose to be tired? You should rest, I wanna watch this movie first." I told him.

He shake his head. "Nah, you don't know how much I knutted thinking of you." He said and starts licking sucking my neck. "You can watch that movie while I fuck your cunt- no, my cunt." He smirked and he start owning every part of me.

"Ahhh~ ahhh~ uhh~" I moaned as Mikey fucked me in dogstyle position while I watch the movie. "Fuck! How can I focus on the movie like this?"

"Then stop watching it." Mikey said and pulled out. He turned me to face him.

Lying flat on the bed, we eat each other's mouth sloppily. Mikey hold my neck gripping it firmly as he enter me again. A gasped left my lips as I feel his shaft stretched my wet kitten.

"Damn, I really love seeing your fucked up face crying for my cock. Spread those legs only for me, hmm?" Mikey said.

I nodded and spread my legs for him choking on the grip of his hand. He start pounding my cunt, while I hold on to his arm. The air is getting thinner, Mikey is not letting go of neck. My veins popping out and I am turning red.

"Mi- key." I called choking.

"Oh sorry." He said and let go of my neck.

"Ugh~ ugh~ ahh~" I cried as he thrust faster while my legs are hugging his hips.

"You like this? Huh? Fucking slut." Mikey said and dive his mouth to my breast, grabbing my hair tightly.

I am in a mess, rolled eyes, drooling, screaming and squirming on Mikey's dick. Fuck, he can use me as much as he wants.

We both came and Mikey land soft kisses on my neck to my lips.

"What a good girl." He said looking at my cunt dripping with cum.

Mikey helped me to lie down on his chest. "Let's sleep, we have a meeting tomorrow." He said.

"Meeting? For what?" I asked, catching my breath.

"You're officially gonna work with us." His hand went to my ass and grope it. "Prove to me how useful you are, okay?"

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