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vagabond-umlaut · 7 months

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hey, where is the pomegranate tree?

unstoppable force, aka kore, aka gojo, meets immovable object, aka hades, aka you— nothing can ever go wrong from this collision, trust me— n-o-t-h-i-n-g.

▸ gojo satoru x fem!reader; hades and persephone retelling [with a twist ;))]; 1.2k wc; stubbornly persuasive gojo; the reader is js so tired and annoyed [and tired]; enemies to lovers vibes[??]; talks of marriage and children; gojo thinks you are a fool, he is the real clown here

▸ pls don't glare at me if there is more than one inaccuracy here, haha. anyways, the header is from pinterest, the divider is by @benkeibear and the characters used ain't mine. pls don't plagiarize, translate or repost this. enjoy reading! ❤️

▸ update: this fic is now part of a series!!! wreaths of asphodel 😊😊

"you shall spend the rest of your days in tears."

you're foolish; woefully so, gojo thinks, carefully observing you from his place on the chaise lounge, smiling while you continue seething, "and there will be no one who can save you. neither a hero nor a god. neither demeter nor zeus. no. one."

"but why do you think i will need saving, my rose?" the endearment rolls off his tongue like honey, the taste sweetening at the way your pretty lips dip into a deeper frown, "you're not a monster, are you?"

"no!" the defensive reply comes in less than a beat. though the words following it sound a tad less bold; it seems as if you're trying to make yourself believe and not scare him.

"i'm someone far fiercer— hades. the goddess of the dead. the queen of the underworld— and the cause for your misery should you choose to vex me any further."

"aw, no," gojo cries, decidedly making a show by slapping a hand over his eyes and faking a sniffle, "why must the only woman i want as my wife see me as an annoyance?"

then lets his hand drop down to the cushion, willing his eyes to well over with pitiful moisture. "as the god of life, i've only ever given and given– be it grains or fruits or vegetables or flowers– without asking anything in return— yet the first and only time i ask..."

he doesn't bother finishing his sentence, choosing to sob to add to the tragic atmosphere— though that doesn't mean he doesn't note the war of emotions on your face:

pity, confusion, anger, again confusion— you're so easy to read, to steer. very foolish, really.

"you'll not like living here," you eventually break the silence hanging within the room. your voice is much softer now; the god wonders if you sing. if you do, the muses will certainly be put to shame... "your days will be spent in utter boredom and gloom and tears–"

"– and no one can come to my aid then: yes, thank you," he interrupts you, more than a little tired, "you've driven the points too well into my head– so much so that i'm surprised there isn't a gaping hole in there, oozing blood and my brains. but why must you think i'll need rescue, huh??"

if a smidge of force escapes into his words, gojo decides not to pay it any mind— though only until he notices the small flinch you give– his insides twist and torment, quite inexplicably, thereafter.

"okay, look," he says, getting up from his slouch to move near you, but stops on catching the warning glint in your eyes.

"first of all, i'm not some damsel in distress being whisked away in a chariot here– i came here by own volition. and i'm offering my mind, body, heart, soul– the special package that i am, in fewer words– to you, by my own volition. why shall i want anyone to rescue me then?"

"besides," he proceeds to add, allowing an easy smirk to form on his face, "you're just the cute little goddess of the dead– not at all scary like your brother used to be; though i guess you try to imitate him in your glares, don't you? sukuna was quite notori—"

"don't you dare utter my brother's name, foul olympian," a quiet growl slashes gojo's comment, sending it plummetting to the ground— and making him understand why you, the inconspicuous, sheltered sister of the vicious former holder of the name 'hades', was given the crown, in the aftermath of your brother's banishment– instead of the several more well-known candidates...

"i apologise," gojo offers in the very next instant, making it as genuine as he can, "i never meant to upset or offend you. i'm sorry if i did."

you just stare at him for a beat, gojo watches, before your shoulders lift then fall in a sigh. the fire burning in your aura abates by a pinch.

sighing once more, you finally break your silence, "It's okay, and um– suppose i too should apologise. you might be an olympian but you're not as foul as them, no. please forgive me for calling you so."

"no problem, my rose," the god is quick to accept your words with a wave of his hand and a beam, further widening when he notices the sliver of smile on your countenance, "but does this mean i appeal to your tastes? i mean, you called me 'not as foul as them', didn't you?? did you just accept my hand in marriage, then???"

"no, i didn't..." your subtle smile disappears swifter than it appeared. a half of gojo's floral crown, quite inexplicably, wilts on the table before. he watches your eyes fall to it, then snap up to meet his.

"do you love me?"

not yet, but he thinks he can. you might be an idiot but you certainly aren't an unlovable idiot— and one voice in his mind murmurs, those precious, innocent looks of yours aren't even the main reasons why...

the god shoots back a languid smile. "if you want to see me in love with you, so be it."

"that's neither 'yes' nor 'no'," you point out, frowning, before vaulting your second query of the evening, "if we get married, do you want to have children?"

it won't be very unfavourable, if you both do... with the vivid colour of your eyes, or the adorable shape of your nose, or the radiance of your skin, or the— "if you want, i shall be happy to assist," he ekes out with a meaningful wink, albeit he doubts how much of it reaches you.

you're very foolish, after all... and no– it's not because of the awkward way he says it– no! not in the slightest! he wasn't fumbling at all!

you wrap the shawl tighter around your shoulders but don't move any further away, gojo notes. the same way he does the slight tint in your cheeks when you roll your eyes with a scoff.

"you're unbelievable, kore. truly, terribly unbelievable." you press the pads of your thumbs over your forehead before releasing it, gaze an unprecedented mark of sharp when it settles on his face.

"is there nothing you want from our union, eh? i refuse to believe you wish to marry me without any demands, as if on a mere whim– but if it is so, i ought to warn you, kore: my answer is and will always be one firm 'no'."

your words mustn't ignite this odd restlessness in him. they certainly mustn't— still, gojo finds his chest tight and the air heavy as he grins back and says, "i only want to be your husband, your majesty... but if that is too much for you right now–"

the stretch on his lips simmers down to something smaller. yet truer.

"i want you to call me by my name. my real name. can you do that, my rose?"

you don't say anything in response for a long while. so long, in fact, it makes the god wonder if you are ever going to reply to his request.

perhaps not, he thinks quite a bit down-spirited when you suddenly turn on your heel and with a swish of your long shawl, stride out the rooms– o-oh.

you stop just as abruptly at the threshold. a complicated grin shining on your face as you twist to look at him over your shoulder then say:

"good night, gojo satoru. pray the ghosts prowling these halls don't eat you up ere dawn."

you're gone not even few feet away from the door, before gojo falls face-first into the bed, the entire room suddenly erupting into thousands of roses in all colors ever seen. [lolol, he is such a loser for you! xD]

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imraespace · 9 months

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FINAL: TOGETHER!

YUUTA X READER

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"at my dorm."

You mumbled as you shut off your phone.

You rose from your bed and walked over to your mirror, making sure you atleast presentable to visit Yuuta.

Of course he wouldn't judge you, you could look like a clown yet he wouldn't care.

After that, you put on some shoes and made your way towards his dorm.

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Even though he said it wasn't something bad, you still felt scared.

What if he changed his mind on everything?

But all negative thoughts left your mind as you arrived at his room.

Slowly, your hand reached up to the door and softly knocked on it.

You heard movements inside until it finally stopped and the door opened.

You were greeted with a smile as he let you in.

As you entered, you noticed how clean his room looked like, cleaner than yours.

"You can sit anywhere you like to, as long as you're comfortable I don't mind."

Of course he will say those words to you, that's one thing you love about him.

You decided to sit on his bed, taking the chance to get comfortable, you removed your shoes and crossed your legs on the bed.

Soon he joined you as well, closely sitting besides you as you both just stared at the door infront of you.

"..so what's the reason for my invitation here..?" You asked.

"Is it wrong to ask you out?" He joked.

But you didn't realize he was joking, quick to apologize but he stopped you.

"I'm kidding, there is an actual reason."

You turned your head towards his direction, him doing the same.

"Remember what I told you yesterday in the storage room..?" He asked.

The memory made you blush a bit yet you nodded.

"I wanna tell you more about it."

"More?" You replied.

"Yeah, I told no one about how I felt through out the school term."

He turned his whole body to face you, causing you to follow his movements.

"I think it was during the second week into the term when Inumaki and Maki told me that someone was going to join us with our short walk to the mall and then I found out that person was you, I think was the first time I actually really blush at a girl in my whole teenage life." He started.

"HUH?" You perked up at his words.

He stopped, letting you to talk.

"So long ago? I think my feelings for you developed like 2 weeks before Yuji made that gaming club. But you can't blame me, I barely hung out with you all anyways.." You told him.

"I know, that's why I was a bit shocked when I was told that you like me."

He started back the story he was telling you.

"Anyways, I kept it a secret, like you but really that was because I had Rika with me."

The mentioned of her name made you cringe internally.

"Do you miss her?" You asked him.

Quickly, he shook his head no.

"If it was younger me, I would've said yes but throughout the years she's been a bit manipulative, I'm kinda glad she's gone now.."

"For me, she had a false persona, ever since in the club room I had no clue she really acted like that. Maybe she didn't hurt me physically but she made me cry alot though." You confessed to the boy.

"She did..?" He mumbled.

And you nodded, which caused him to sigh.

"I'm sorry."

"It wasn't your fault." You comfort him.

"Oh, when I was told you had liked Yuji I think I just wanted to crawl in a hole and cry." He confessed as well.

"YOU DID?" You gripped his shoulders, on your knees this time.

Your reaction made him blush a bit yet he softly rested his hands on your hips, guiding you to sit back down on the bed, hand still on your hips.

"Yes but it's okay, we're together now right?" He asked.

You gave him a small "mhm", trying to ignore the fact that he has his HANDS is on your HIPS.

He let your hands stay on his shoulder as his own snaked around your waist, guiding you to come closer towards him.

Out of instinct, your hands snaked around his neck.

You both was now closer, but not close enough. Not yet.

"I think I got my point thought right?" He asked softly.

"That you had always liked me from the starting..?" You replied, in the same soft manner as he did.

He nodded and finally, he pulled you in closer.

Honestly you thought he wanted a hug but that thought suddenly left you when you felt his lips on yours.

Your heart began to race as you returned the kiss, closing your eyes and letting him take control.

It wasn't a heated kiss, it was a soft one that held a lot of love in it.

But one thing for sure was that his lips felt amazing on yours, you wondered if you might get drunk off of it..

Sadly though, he pulled away causing you to look at him.

"I'm sorry, you wanted more..?" He teased you a bit.

You looked away as the blush took over your face causing him to laugh a bit.

Suddenly you felt his arms that was wrapped around you, get a bit tighter as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

"So, I think this is where I ask you if we can be official." He mumbled.

"What do you think Yuuta?" You asked, out of habit actually.

"I think yeah.."

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note: it's finished... what do I write abt now.

also writing abt kissing makes me giggle and blush HELOME

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student-in-nightraven · 1 year

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Catblocked

Bsd x gn reader

Characters: Nikolai, Fyodor, Poe, chuuya

Genre: fluff, crack

Nikolai Gogol

Nikolai just came back from a tiring mission and was eager to cuddle up to you to let the stress out, when he saw you he got excited and start sprinting to you, just before he could get to you your cat jumped Infront and started hissing, it's fur standing on its tips, this stopped Gogol in his tracks, like the cartoony thing they do to stop themselves from running, he looked down to your cat with wide and deadly eyes, you started to feel chills run down your spine "Um..kolya? Are you okay?" You asked nervously, moving closer to him slowly and nudging his shoulder, he whipped his head up at you and smiled "Dorogaya(dear) have you thought about getting a pet dove instead?" You sighed and took his hand dragging him back to your bedroom to cuddle up to him, he was still eyeing your cat, he'd never hurt it of course, he loves you too much to hurt you like that! Doesn't mean he won't terrorise the cat tho, be careful around this clown.

Fyodor Dostoevsky

It was rare for Fyodor to be affectionate, one of those rare days was today, it was a rainy evening, Fyodor had just finished his work and decided he'd coddle you for a while, it's been quite a while since you spent time together. He got up from his chair and went out to look for you, he found you in the living room on your phone, he sat down next to you and kissed the crown of your head "How are you my dear?" He asked while petting your head, you smiled "I'm good, you?" "I'm okay" he tilted your chin up smiling and started to lean in when all of a sudden a cat jumped on his head, causing him to grunt audibly, he quickly pulled back eyes shut tightly and grabbed the cat by it's scurf looking at it dead in the eye, he let go of it and the cat plopped down on the floor, hissing at Fyodor, you tried your best to contain your laughter but Fyodor still heard you, turning his head back to you while glaring, causing your laughing to stop immediately, he closed his eyes tilted his head up a bit and left "Wait WAIT FEDYA I'M SORRY COME BACK PLEASE" you yelled after him but he had left to go to the kitchen he was making tea, he made none for you you don't deserve it for laughing at him also he hates your cat now, congrats 👏

Edgar Allan Poe

You and Poe both loved animals, he had a cute raccoon you had a cat, most of the times those 2 animals get along so you didn't worry about that, Poe was writing something new you put a trey of food down next to him on the desk, he looked up at you and smiled sheepishly "Thank you my love" he took your hand and kissed it, pulling you in his lap and holding you gently as if you were made from glass, you giggled and nuzzled closer to him he pulled back enough to see your face, caressing your cheek with his thumb, he kissed your cheek and as he was about to move to kiss your lips a loud hiss could be heard which caused Poe to Yelp and pull back immediately, both of you turned your heads to the direction of the sound and you could see your cat hissing at Karl swiping it's paws at him, Karl was holding on the cats tail for his life, you got off Poe's lap and he stood up, you took your cat and he took his raccoon, "Karl! Why were you holding (cats name)'s tail! That's painful" he scolded Karl "*cat name* you're no better, you don't swipe at Karl he's your friend!" Once you settled your pets down you held your cat to your chest and Poe kept Karl on his shoulder , turns out your cat wanted to jump on Poe to "protect" you from him and Karl didn't want the cat to scratch Poe so tried holding the cat back, the cat wants y'all to part but Karl is the glue💪 maybe you'll get your cat to warm up to Poe one day.

Chuuya Nakahara

You and chuuya were having a nice romantical dinner to celebrate your anniversary, he set up the table and cooked food for you, in return you bought him fine wine, there was one of those old fashioned candles on the table, some rose petals here and there, basically the atmosphere was great after dinner he took you to the couch to watch a movie, during the movie he turned to you and kissed your neck, you returned the kiss to his lips he smirked and kissed back, before things could get heated your cat jumped on chuuyas back clawing him, Chuuya full on screeched, your neighbours thought a highschool girl got kidnapped that's how high pitched his scream was, he turned around to catch your cat keeping it as far from his face as possible, the cat was still trying to scratch him "YOU PIECE OF SH-" "Chuuya!" "what?! It scratched me!" You took your cat and put him aside, you turned to chuuya checking to see if the scratches were deep, luckily they weren't,before you could leave he took ahold of your wrist "hey where are you going? What about the night anniversary?" He said putting emphasis on night "Sorry chuuya but I better calm *cats name* down before it scratches you again" you kissed his lips and left to get your cat, chuuya huffed leaning back on the couch and crossing his arms "we should've gotten a puppy instead..."

Please make it up for this pouty man later

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cherrycocaineee · 10 months

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38. Joker - A Love Story For The Books

* Warning: powers/abilities, murder, torture, kind of follows the storyline of Harley Quinn. *

* Synopsis: Even with your telekinetic powers, you’ve always wanted to remain normal to the world and what better way to be normal than to become a psychiatrist like your older sister, Harleen Quinzel. What you didn’t expect was to ever sit in on one of her sessions with the Joker, and neither did Harleen who had done everything in her power to keep you and him away from each other for your own safety. With your new found infatuation with the criminal clown and his amusing interest in you, what could possibly go wrong? Or right, in your opinion. *

Harleen’s dull gray heels drummed against the cold concrete that the two of you were currently walking on. The sound of her heels were accompanied by her flipping through pages on her clipboard. It had been almost thirty minutes since your older sister had spoken a single word to you but you could hear the slow huffs of her breathing as she grumbled in frustration. Harleen wasn’t angry with you, no, in fact she was more worried about you than anything; instead, she was pissed off at her boss who assigned you to her side today knowing that she was working with the Joker. Even though Harleen was seething with frustration, worry, and anger, you were ecstatic. You were tired of the same old same old everyday and you swore if you had to listen to another person talk about something that lacked any real interest again, you might actually blow your own head up. Of course you understood that not every crazy case was going to be off the walls in terms of interest but because of Harleen’s persistent worry for you in this field of work, she’d made it her life’s mission to keep you with all the snooze fest patients.

You were so lost in your rambling thoughts you hadn’t noticed Harleen had stopped until you smacked right into her. A yelp left your dusty rose lips as you quickly drew your hand up to your nose that was now throbbing in pain.

“A warning next time would be great,” you grumbled.

“Sorry,” she replied shortly, “Now listen up, okay. Whatever he says in there, you can’t listen to him. He’s going to make up some sad story about his childhood, it’s fake so don’t fall for it.”

Your eyebrow arched up quizzically, “Then why do you let him tell you something if you know it’s false?”

“Because you learn more from the patients who lie.”

Harleen didn’t say another word before placing her keycard against the lock. There was a quiet chime before the red light switched to a green light, then the sound of metal scraping against metal abused your ears as the lock came undone. The noise was so loud, you almost flinched. When the noise subsided, Harleen pulled the door open and walked inside, leaving the door open so that you could go inside too.

On the inside of this cell it was like any other cell here; there was a single bed sitting in the corner of the room with a thin mattress that didn’t even have a sheet on it; a small, paper thin blanket for them to cover up with laid folded at the end of it as if it had never been used before; in the opposite corner was a desk attached to the wall with a singular, shitty chair for sitting at. Other than those things, the room was pretty bare but most of them were. Occasionally there would be a few patients who had wall art hanging up from their family members or from themselves but it was rare.

As Harleen made her way to the rickety chair in the corner to sit down at, you finished closing the door, waiting for the lock to click. Through the window there were two guards standing at their post which was protocol when a psychiatrist entered a room with any of the patients; they were all criminally insane and at any point in time they could do something to cause harm.

There wasn’t another chair for you to sit in, so you ended up standing beside Harleen. Your eyes had been so busy everywhere else you’d failed to see the Joker sitting at the edge of his bed completely swaddled in a straight jacket. His icy blue eyes pierced right through you causing you to swallow hard on the build up of saliva collecting in your mouth. Harleen’s pen clicking was what helped you to switch your gaze away from him but you could still feel him looking at you.

“Dr. Quinzel,” the Joker purred, “I’ve been looking forward to seeing you. And I see you’ve brought a lovely guest. What’s your name, doll?”

You didn’t get a chance to answer because your sister did for you.

“You’ll address her by Dr. Quinzel too, Joker,” Harleen stated promptly, not even looking up from her clipboard.

“Two Dr. Quinzels!” He hollered delightfully, “Aren’t I the lucky one?”

When Harleen didn’t reply to his outburst, you gave him a small smile.

“I’m her younger sister,” you added, “Y/N.”

“Y/N Quinzel,” he mulled over, a grin plastered on his painted lips, “I like the sound of that.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his compliment, at least that’s what you thought it was.

“That’s enough,” Harleen said, “it’s time to get started.”

You couldn’t blame Harleen for trying to stick to her questions, she had always wanted to be a psychiatrist and she took her work incredibly serious. You pulled out the copy of questions your sister gave you and readied yourself to follow along with the conversation. You didn’t need to write anything down, that was Harleen’s job, all you needed to do was listen in and learn. It was a practice run so that eventually you could start talking to patients by yourself.

“Now, Joker,” Harleen started, “why don’t we start where we left off.”

“Right,” he chuckled, “where did we leave off, Dr. Quinzel?”

Turns out they left off talking about the Joker’s father. Like Harleen had told you, the story was sad and in your opinion, it was overly sad. And he kept changing things, making it almost impossible for you to keep up with the conversation. What you did notice was the way his eyes watched you. You weren’t sure if you should say anything, your sister’s head buried in her papers where she couldn’t see anything. Maybe that was her way of keeping things professional, she didn’t stare at her patients too long or at all. The Joker didn’t seem to mind her not paying attention to him, his gaze was fixed on you and he had no intention of looking anywhere else for the entire session. It was weird to you because even though his eyes should have been making you squirm where you were standing, it wasn’t; in fact, they felt nice. There was no other way to describe it because it was nothing you’d experienced before. It was almost predatory like but there was a hint of possessiveness. Now there was no way you were paying attention to the actual reason you were here and judging by the smirk on his ruby stained lips, he knew it too.

Before you knew it, the session was over and Harleen was thanking the Joker for his time; something she did with all her patients. She was also the first to leave the room, leaving you behind which worked out perfectly for you. You stole another glance back at the Joker, his eyes still resting on you. You swallowed hard, turning on your heel to leave, the door closing behind you. It was odd, once the door closed and locked you found yourself missing his presence. Sighing heavily, you shook your head and ran after Harleen, grateful that you had worn converse instead of heels like she did.

For the next couple of weeks you joined Harleen in her sessions with the Joker; after about the fifth session, you’d been upgraded to a chair which worked for your aching feet. Harleen was gathering her belongings when the Joker decided to press his luck in having an actual conversation with you.

“How are you liking your chair?” He questioned, “I’ve noticed you swaying on the balls of your heels for the last couple of sessions. Couldn’t see you in any pain any longer so I asked one of the guards to bring you your own chair.”

You hadn’t noticed before but you had even started massaging your ankles trying to remove some of the swollenness, even now you were doing it even though you’d been sitting. Though sitting in this chair for a mere hour didn’t compare to the rest of the day when you were on your feet.

“Oh,” you said, meeting his eyes and pulling your hand away from your ankle, “thank you, that was very kind. It actually feels nice to get off of my feet for even just an hour.”

“That’s so good to hear.”

“Y/N.”

Harleen’s voice sliced through your conversation like a freshly sharpened knife causing you to flinch.

“It’s time to go.”

She was holding her notes against her chest, staring at you knowingly.

“Right!” You said, hopping out of your seat, “right. Let’s get moving then.”

Before you and Harleen had left the room, the head doctor, Dr. Louis, poked his head in. There were two guards accompanying him for his own protection; a lot of these psychotic criminals would enjoy getting their hands on him so he needed to be watched over constantly.

“Ah, I thought I’d find the two of you here. I just wanted to let you guys know that from now on Y/N will be taking the Joker as her patient. Harleen, you’ll be seeing after our newest patient.”

“What?” Harleen and I said at the same time.

It wasn’t in the same tone: Harleen’s was more disbelieving while yours was more exciting. You had started working here a year ago but had never been allowed to take on patients by yourself. You always accompanied another doctor with their patient which is why you were so damn bored with it. Unless you were a high level doctor like Harleen or Dr. Louis, you didn’t get to see the incredibly dangerous criminal patients that they harbored here at Arkham. It astonished you that Dr. Louis was trusting you with the most dangerous patient here. Of course it might have something to do with your telekinesis, you could easily apprehend the Joker with your mind if you wanted to.

“We have a new patient coming in, she’ll need a lot of your attention, Harleen. I’m sure with Y/N’s skills, she’ll be able to handle this clown with ease.”

You stole a glance at the Joker who was now laying back on his bed with an amused look on his face, unbothered by Dr. Louis’ choice of words.

“You hear me, Joker,” Dr. Louis added, “your new doctor will now be Y/N Quinzel, so get use to seeing her face.”

He grinned wickedly, “I look forward to a fresh, new, beautiful face.”

Dr. Louis left the cell with Harleen running after him in protest, leaving you alone with the Joker for the first time. You turned to the table where Harleen had thrown her things down at the sudden news. All of the papers were scattered now, some even littering the floor, making you huff.

“My,” the Joker chuckled, “she’s trying so hard to keep you away from me.”

“Don’t pay her any mind,” you said, kneeling down to pick up her discarded papers, “she’s just protective of her little sister, is all.”

He didn’t say anything and the silence between the two of you was peaceful. You finished gathering all of Harleen’s papers before standing up and turning to him.

“Guess I’ll see you tomorrow,” you state.

“Guess so,” he sang, still grinning from ear to ear.

For the first time since you’ve been sitting in on these sessions, you smiled back. The way you went about things was completely different from your sisters: whereas she was cold and distant, you felt that it made things easier to be friendly towards the patients, it helped them trust you just a bit more. Without another word, you gave a slight wave and left the room, listening as the doors locked behind you.

The next day you were over the moon since it was your first day being alone with the patient. The night before you stayed up planning every question you could possibly think to ask. You had to ignore Harleen’s countless calls because you knew she was only calling to warn you once again about the Joker’s routine antics. It felt like she didn’t think you could do this but it was ridiculous because you knew you were more prepared than anyone could be.

Pulling an all nighter was probably the worst thing you could have done, on top of the two large coffees that you had plus a third. All of that caffeine was making your heart beat fast but you ignored it, not wanting to be sent home or to the ER on your first day. Like usual, you entered the Joker’s cell, this time alone, and saw the shadow of two guards outside the door. The Joker was sitting in his bed in an upright position as if he had been waiting for you for hours, though you knew that wasn’t true.

“Good morning, Dr. Quinzel,” he greeted.

“Good morning, Joker,” you returned, “and please, just call me Y/N. I’m not really into formalities.”

“Then it’s only fair that you call me Mister J,” he smiled, “it’s what all my friends call me.”

You smiled. “Then let’s get started, Mister J.”

Your first therapy session with the Joker went as well as you expected, of course you didn’t think anything he said was the truth but it amazed you that he could come up with so many different ways to lie about his family life. You didn’t mind the lies, it kind of felt like a new story being read to you everyday which is what you wanted in the beginning.

As you were writing down what the Joker said, you noticed the Joker squirming around his spot.

“Everything okay?” You asked, folding your writing hand over your clipboard.

“Sitting like this for so long makes you kind of stiff,” he grumbled.

His discomfort seemed genuine and you hated it when people were uncomfortable.

“Is your…your jacket too tight?” You asked.

“A bit. But nothing I can’t handle, doll. Now where were we?”

You took a deep breath, thinking of probably the stupidest thing you’ve ever thought of. Only the guards had the keys to the most dangerous criminals white jackets but with your telekinesis you could easily undo it and give him a bit of freedom.

“I could help you.”

He brought his icy blue eyes up to meet your gaze.

“And how could you do that?” He questioned curiously.

“I could remove your jacket. Just until our session is over, then it’ll have to go back on.”

He didn’t seem to understand, everyone knew doctors didn’t carry keys to undo the jackets as well as they didn’t care if the patient was uncomfortable. The question for him was how were you planning to remove the jacket without a key and why would you do something like that?

“How?”

The Joker watched your eyes flutter shut before he realized that his white jacket was starting to undo itself. There was the soft clinking of the locks before they clattered to the floor, the fabric started to untangle itself too, giving the Joker some room to even just wiggle around. That left another question in his head: were you doing this with your mind?

Soon the entire jacket had been removed from his body leaving him shirtless; the jacket was now neatly folded and sitting beside him on his bed. For the first time in months, the Joker was able to move his arms. Standing to his feet, the Joker stretched his arms and popped his back. By then, you had opened your eyes again and were watching his every single move. Not because you didn’t trust him but because it fascinated you to see even someone like the Joker finding satisfaction in being able to stretch his arms out. You honestly didn’t think anything bothered him but clearly you were wrong.

“Feeling better?” You quizzed, pulling yourself up from your chair.

It had been awhile since you had used your telekinesis so it made you dizzy to stand up so fast. You swayed a bit on your feet before tumbling forward, only to be caught by the Joker with his newly free hands. It was the least he could do since you took his chains off.

“I feel fantastic, doll,” he hummed, grinning from ear to ear, “how are you feeling?”

“I’m feeling fine,” you muttered, steadying yourself on your feet, “I haven’t done that in awhile.”

“And what exactly was that that you did?”

“I used my telekinesis to remove your jacket. And later, I’ll use it again to put the jacket back on you.”

Finally you were able to stand on your own so you released the Joker’s broad arms, smiling a thank you to him.

“We have twenty-five minutes left until our session is over, so you have that long to get in as much exercise as you need. We can talk while you do so, it won’t bother me.”

So that’s what the Joker did. As the two of you spoke about his falsified childhood while he did whatever exercise he needed to do. When those twenty-five minutes were up, you quickly put on his jacket before the guards came to escort you out like they did at the end of every session.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Mister J.”

“See you tomorrow, Y/N.”

And that’s how it went for the next couple of months. You would sit with the Joker and discuss a new family situation, never really getting anywhere new, while he was able to freely roam around in his cell while working out his arms from all the knots that were in them. What you weren’t expecting was to fall in love with him. He was kind, sweet, and always asked how your day was going like he actually cared. You didn’t know if he truly did or not but the interest in his voice was much needed, especially lately.

“Oh, kitten,” the Joker purred, getting closer to you, “you seem in a foul mood today. Is everything okay?”

You tore your eyes away from your papers, there weren’t many questions today and it seemed like the questions list was dwindling more and more everyday.

“Uhm,” you cleared your throat, “I’m fine. There’s just a lot going on at home.”

Despite how hard you had been working, you never seemed to meet your parents’ expectations and their expectations were high considering they wanted you to be exactly like Harleen. And more frequently you’d been going over there with Harleen to have family dinners and somehow you never seemed to get the same praise you felt you deserved. Instead, your parents were always finding ways to critique your work, never seeming to understand that you had earned your patient’s trust rather than ignoring their basic needs as human beings. They had said on countless occasions that they wished you were more like your older sister, and you’d be lying if you didn’t say it hurt your self esteem a bit.

“No need to worry yourself about my home troubles, Mister J. Tell me-”

“Ah, ah,” he said, his fingers gripping your chin so you couldn’t look away, “I’m more interested in what you have to say. You can tell me.”

For some reason it really felt like you could tell him. So all of a sudden you found yourself crying out your complaints to the Joker as he consoled you; it was like he was the therapist and you were the criminal in need of some real mental help. And the way he soothed you made you fall in love with him more and more. He patted your back while you wiped away a few tears; you were grateful that you skipped wearing any makeup today even if you looked like you hadn’t slept in weeks. The Joker had his hooks in you and he knew it. By the next session, you’d be ready to give him anything he asked for and he knew just what he needed to make his escape.

The next session, you felt better than before and you had a little more pep in your step too. You were clenching your notepad in your arms as you sped off towards the Joker’s cell. You couldn’t help the feeling in your chest that made you excited to see him and honestly you hoped that he felt the same way. Today you brought him a present, something to brighten up his little area and hopefully make him smile some more. Once again you heard the slow, loud clicking of the metal locks before you pushed the door open. As routine, the door closed behind you and the guards stood outside ready for whatever. However, the inside of the room was just a bit different. There was a table now in the center of the room with two chairs sitting on either side of it. It was a new accessory that was a bit different then what you were use to. The Joker was already sitting patiently at one end of the table, a grin plastered over his painted lips.

“Dr. Quinzel,” he said, “my favorite part of the day.”

“We’ve been over this, Mister J,” you laughed, “just call me Y/N.”

That made his smile wider.

You took your seat across from him, your notepad finding its permanent spot in front of you on the table.

“I got you something,” you said happily.

“What have you got?” He purred.

“Got you a kitty.” You pulled out the stuffed cat and started playing with its little paws.

“So thoughtful.”

As usual, you used your telekinesis to undo his jacket giving him free range to move around. However, he didn’t get up and move around like usual, instead, he sat in front of you just eyeing your every move. You felt nervous under his gaze, a light blush sketching into your cheeks as you tried to look away. You finally built up the confidence to make eye contact with the Joker.

This therapy session wasn’t going anywhere near how they normally went. He was much more flirtatious than usual and you found yourself watching him with eyes filled with admiration, care, and love. You were so lost in his eyes and words that you didn’t realize how close the two of you had gotten, your face merely inches away from his own. You don’t know how it happened but you had fallen in love with him, and despite your brain telling you how stupid it was to be in love with him, your heart yearned for him. There was nothing you wouldn’t do for him and he knew it.

“Should we get started?” You asked, trying to put some space between the two of you.

“Actually Doctor,” the Joker hummed, “there’s something you can do for me.”

“Anything,” you said a bit too excitedly before correcting your tone, “I mean, yeah, of course.”

He shifted. “I need a machine gun.”

The request caught you off guard and your head was screaming at you to stop listening to him like your sister had told you to.

“A machine gun?”

A big, toothy grin stretched from ear to ear.

You knew you shouldn’t do it. That you should warn the guards about his plans. But the way he stared at you, you felt intoxicated and ignored every rational sense you had.

You just weren’t expecting what came next.

You had used your telekinesis to sneak the Joker a machine gun late in the evening, as well as distorting the cameras so you didn’t get caught. You figured he just needed the machine gun to escape, go back to his busy life causing chaos in Gotham. But he had other plans before he went back to his normal shenanigans.

Before you knew it, gunshots were flying through the halls of Arkham as people dressed in animal costumes. Guards were falling down as more and more bullets pierced their skin; you ran, trying to find some coverage while you repeatedly asked yourself what you had done. This wasn’t what you wanted, not even in the slightest. You tried to sneak away, but in the end you were snatched up by some guy in a suit and another guy in a costume. You screamed, thrashing yourself around trying to loosen their grip but they were too strong for you physically. You don’t know why it didn’t come to you, your mind running so fast that you completely overlooked your telekinesis.

The two men strapped you down to what you think was a gurney.

“Get off me!” You snapped through gritted teeth, trying with all your might to push them off.

But in the end, they got the best of you and were able to strap you down. It was only then did you remember your telekinesis, however, the Joker made an appearance distracting you entirely.

“What do we have here?” He grinned, waving his hands around.

He positioned the light above the gurney in front of your face causing you to squint momentarily.

“I did everything you said,” you rasped, “I helped you.”

The Joker just watched you for a second before laughing quietly, anger prominent in his voice as he spoke.

“You helped me by erasing my mind? What few…faded memories…I had left!”

With each word, he slammed his fist against the cushioned gurney. You’d have flinched if you hadn’t loved him so much. You watched him run a hand through his messy green hair.

“Oh. You left me in a black hole of rage and confusion. Is that the medicine you practice, Dr. Quinzel?” He snapped his purple glove.

You shook your head.

“What are you gonna do? You gonna kill me, Mister J?” You asked.

He reached beside you, taking hold of the equipment that some doctors used to erase patients memories of traumatic events in their life. You swallowed a lump in your throat.

“Oh, I’m not gonna kill ya,” he grinned, rotating the shock sticks beside your head, “I’m just gonna hurt ya. Really…really…bad.”

All of a sudden, the small amount of fear you felt in your body was gone. You no longer felt anything but a want to prove that you could handle what he dished out.

“You think so?” You asked, your body no longer shaking, “Well, I can take it.”

The Joker snapped his belt off and folded it in half making a snapping sound as he tightened it. Then he placed the leather material into your mouth making a barrier between your teeth.

“I wouldn’t want you to break those perfect, porcelain cap teeth when the juice hits your brain.”

Then all of a sudden you felt the electroshock surge through your head and you tensed up, your back arching off the gurney. Your telekinesis had a mind of its own while you were incapacitated; the leather straps holding you snapped themselves in half, a table was thrown against the wall, and the lights shattered. It all excited the Joker more and more, making him understandably curious about you but knowing that this was the end of the line for both of you. He’d always have you sketched into his brain and he knew he had left a permanent mark in yours. He just failed to realize that you wouldn’t give up on him just because he caused you a lot of pain.

You practically made it your mission to seek him out; you quit your job much to your families surprise, and you spent every waking day mumbling to yourself as you searched for the Joker. He wasn’t a hard man to track down and when you did manage to find him, he always seemed to need something that involved your telekinesis. You didn’t mind but you had hoped that all of your help would make him consider taking you in and making you his. But it never seemed to work out that way and you were finally getting frustrated, even desperate for him to acknowledge your love for him.

One night you were waiting on the side of the road outside his club, hoping he’d come out and see you. However, you were left disappointed again when you saw him in his purple Lamborghini, driving to God knows where not even sparing you a second glance. You had half a mind to flip it over, show him you aren’t someone to ignore but you didn’t want to hurt him, instead you stole someone’s motorcycle, using your powers to shatter the chain that was used to keep it from being stolen. The owner didn’t know he’d have to protect his bike from thieves with telekinetic powers. And who could blame him as these abilities weren’t common, even in Gotham.

You followed the Joker on the bike, speeding up so that you could catch up to him. Finally you were able to pull up beside him, looking his way in hopes he’d notice you. He did, of course, but his reaction wasn’t one that thrilled you. He pulled his hand up beside him as if trying to block you from his line of sight. Hurt and anger surged through your veins as you let out an irritated yell. You sped up, taking the lead in front of him. Little parts inside you could feel his annoyance creeping across your skin but you didn’t care. Once you were a good distance away, making sure by looking back, you turned the motorcycle on its side and let it scrap against the midnight black paint. Sparks flew and you were positive that the paint on the side was done for. When the bike came to a stop, you hoped off of the part you had been standing on and planted yourself firmly in front of it, any fear in your bones having been erased that day in Arkham.

To anyone looking at it, it looked like the Joker had no intention of stopping but instead had every intention of running you down in the road. However, with an annoyed grunt and a roll of his eyes, he came to a quick, jerky stop.

“You…”

“You’re not leaving me. You’re not leaving me!” You yelled, slamming your palms into the metal of his vehicle.

“You…you really are a pain in the ass.”

Just as the Joker exited his vehicle, an eighteen wheeler pulled up behind him.

“I have done everything you said. Every test, every trial, every initiation. I have proved I love you. Just accept it.” You pleaded, tears pricking the corner of your shining eyes.

He lifted his hands, “Got it, got it, got it, got it. I am not someone who is loved.”

He clapped his hands in front of your face.

“I’m an idea. A state of mind.”

The eighteen wheeler started honking while the Joker spoke. But it didn’t deter him.

“I execute my will according to my plan and you, doctor, are not part of my plan.”

He had done a complete circle around you and was now standing back in front of you, so you pulled your hands up to touch his face. His skin felt nice against your own, almost like they were made for each other and you wondered why he didn’t see that.

Once again, the eighteen wheeler honked this time more frequently.

“Let me in,” you pleaded, “just let me in. I promise I won’t hurt you!”

He had pulled himself away from you, laughing at your words just as the trucker exited the drivers seat of the eighteen wheeler.

“A promise, promise…ha…ha…ha…”

“Hey dickface!” The trucker yelled, “Mind screaming at your bitch somewhere else.”

The Joker continued to laugh, completely ignoring the trucker. Your mind moved on its own and soon the Joker’s personalized gun was removed from his leather jacket. It floated through the air before your mind pulled the trigger, shooting the asshole who was interrupting your conversation. His body fell to the ground with a thud.

“I was gonna say,” the Joker said, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

He had stolen a quick glance at the dead trucker before returning his gaze to you, this time the floating gun pointed directly at him. The cool metal barely grazed his deathly pale flesh. He rested his forehead against the barrel of the gun and raised his hands up playfully, grinning.

“Don’t hurt me,” he joked, “I’ll be your friend.”

You held your gaze, never tearing your eyes away from the gun letting it continue to float as your mind willed it to do. The Joker hummed, his voice deepening as his smile and joking behavior disappeared.

“Do it. Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it.”

“My heart scares you,” you gritted, “but a gun doesn’t?”

“Do it!”

But you couldn’t and he knew you couldn’t. So within a mere second, he snatched his gun out of the air and your mind stopped buzzing. A headache growing from the overuse of your ability. You were mentally exhausted and the Joker could only laugh, pushing his own gun against the side of his head.

“God, if you weren’t so crazy, I’d think you were insane.”

He was glaring at you now, his expression dark and uncalculating. A few tears slipped off of your face and dropped onto the ground as you stared at the man you told yourself you loved. Even now.

“Go. Away.” He said.

He left you standing there, getting back in his Lamborghini and driving off. You choked back a few sobs, using the back of your hand to wipe away your tears before walking in the opposite direction he had driven off in. What you didn’t see was the Joker watching you through his rear view mirror. Even though he kept trying to deny it, you were interesting and the more interesting he thought you were, the more captivated he felt by your presence. He knew you loved him but he wasn’t sure how he felt about you. He took his eyes off of you for a split second and when he tried to look at you again, you were gone. It was almost like you had never been there, at least that’s what he would have thought had the dead trucker not been laying in the road still.

Grumbling to himself and slamming his hands against the steering wheel, the Joker pulled a sharp u-turn, the tires screeching against the cement road. Hitting the gas pedal as hard as he could, the Joker sped off to find you, wondering why he couldn’t keep you out of his own thoughts.

He found you not too far away from where the two of you had conversed. You had your arms wrapped around your body as you walked, sulking harder with each step. Quickly, almost harshly, the Joker yanked his car in front of you causing you to stop walking. Your eyes widened as he climbed out of the driver's seat and made his way to the passenger’s seat. Quirking an eyebrow upwards, you watched as he opened the door and looked at you.

“Well,” he muttered when you didn’t move, “get in.”

It was a small gesture, even after your conversation with him just a second ago, but you still smiled hard and hopped into the passenger’s side. He closed the door behind you, got back in his own seat, and sped off, not telling you where the two of you were headed.

You weren’t expecting to be taken to a chemical plant. The words “Ace Chemicals'” faded into the building walls telling you this place had been out of use for some time. It smelled too and you had to hold your breath until you could stomach whatever that stench was.

The Joker watched you intently as your eyes wandered taking in everything it passed. He was fascinated by how curious your little head could be but he wasn’t going to tell you that.

Finally the two of you reached a room that was layered with nine vats of chemicals at the bottom. The Joker and you were standing on top of the black, metal that held you above the acid. The metal was slick with water from whatever but really it was as safe as could be. You followed the Joker to the edge before peering down at the vats of chemicals that covered the floor. They were bubbly and made weird hissing noises making you wonder if they were incredibly hot.

“Question,” the Joker started causing you to look away from the chemicals and up at him, “would you die for me?”

“Yes.”

You didn’t even hesitate with your answer.

“That’s too easy,” he muttered, “would you…would you live for me?”

The question meant something so different than his first. Life was cruel and there were so many things to hate about life, dying was easy because there was no suffering. So in a sense, he was asking you if you’d suffer for him. Which you would.

“Hmm?”

“Yes.”

“Careful,” he whispered, “do not say this oath thoughtlessly.”

He brought his tattooed hand up to your face, his fingers grazing your cheeks causing you to shiver. His touch had you so intoxicated that it felt like you were drunk from a whole day's worth of drinking.

“Desire becomes surrender, surrender becomes…power.”

His fingers traced over your face, slowly sliding down the sides of your cheeks barely gripping your chin until he rested his finger against your lips. His eyes flickered hungrily at your mouth and you desperately wanted to close the gap between the two of you.

“You want this?”

Again, you didn’t hesitate. “I do.”

He tilted his head back, keeping his hand on you.

“Say it,” he rasped, “say it. Say it. Pretty, pretty, pretty…”

His voice got softer until it faded and you felt your heart throb with both love and lust.

“Please,” you whimpered.

“God,” he chirped, “you’re so…good.”

He gestured to the edge of where you two were standing. You walked over to it and peered down at the vats of chemicals again. Your logic was screaming at you to change your mind but you couldn’t afford to listen to it. You were almost there, he was almost yours entirely. All you had to do was fall into the chemical and he’d have you. You turned to face the Joker, his eyes watching you intently. You extended your arms before falling backwards letting gravity carry you. The cool air felt nice against your skin as you plummeted; your eyes fluttered close as you thought about all of the things that you were about to experience. While most people would be terrified if they were in this current situation, you found peace with it.

The Joker peered over the edge and watched your body splash into the dangerous liquid. He had finally done it. He’d gotten rid of you. He turned on his heel and headed towards the exit. However he wasn’t able to make it past a few steps as he remembered all of the kind things you had done for him throughout his time of knowing you. Using your telekinesis, you had given him a small amount of freedom from the straight jacket he’d been chained up in for months. You didn’t snap at him or say anything to him out of anger like most the doctors did, you seemed to actually care for him. Even after he tricked you into giving him the machine gun and using the electroshock therapy on you, you still wanted him. And for some reason that filled the Joker with a sense of guilt that he didn’t even think he could feel. With a low growl, the Joker removed his leather jacket hurriedly and went back to the ledge where he jumped in after you.

He reached forward and took hold of your sinking body, pulling you tightly against his body. You fit perfectly against his muscular frame. The two of you floated back to the top, the Joker’s lips on yours filling your lungs with life. You let out a soft gasp as he pulled away, your eyes staring into his as you searched for a trick but you couldn’t find one. He leaned down again, your fingers finding their way to the back of his head, and the two of you kissed.

After only seconds, the Joker pulled away, keeping you wrapped in his arms, and started laughing. The color from your clothes mixing with his. You smiled, pulling yourself closer to him. He was yours, and you were his. Forever.

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ideas-4-stories · 9 months

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Cross Guild Romance fic idea: It's a quiet day at Karai Bari so Mihawk decides to go do a bit of exploring since he's perpetually bored. He goes for a walk in the woods and sees this really lovely red and black flower he'd never seen before, but when he goes to take a smell, the flower shoots this red dust into his face and all coherent thought and sense leave him. Buggy and Crocodile come out when there are reports of the forest literally shaking and Mihawk can't be found anywhere. Together they go into the woods and are stunned to find Mihawk has gone completely feral. Crocodile is the one who recognizes the flower, as it can be found in Alabasta and comes with it's own warning. It's this lust inducing rose everyone tries to steer clear of because of how highly powerful its pollen is and that it could literally cause death if the person hit with it doesn't get down and dirty fast or takes the special antidote that exists to combat the pollen. Before Crocodile can stop him though, Buggy rushes right to Mihawk and starts taking his clothes off, offering himself to Mihawk without hesitation. Mihawk thankfully accepts, and then Crocodile joins in because holy crap do Mihawk and Buggy look good together. Both Buggy and Crocodile get to experience how much of an absolute beast Mihawk really is and come to realize just how much the man is disciplined keeping himself and his power under control. Once the danger passes, Mihawk is mortified and withdraws from everyone. He actually tries to leave the island in despair, but Buggy and Crocodile aren't going to allow that and mean to keep their hawk-eyed swordsman.

Buggy not even hesitated when doing that, once he heard life or death situation for this, he probably yelled at Crocodile to tell him what Mihawk needs to live. Then Crocodile saying what he needs, which is either the antidote or banging, well the Kari Bari Island definitely don't have the antidote so the next best thing 👍

Then Crocodile joining in because of how good they look together sounds just like him, I think. Some reason this part made me laugh and I don't know why.

Oh no, Mihawk he didn't do anything wrong, it's not his fault at all and all people in involve were more than okay to do that with him. You know Buggy is clinging to Mihawk's back when he's trying to leave. The clown will be holding onto dear life and wailing that he doesn't want Mihawk to go, and Crocodile might also have a fit, not a crying one but one that's like 'Oh really? You want to go?... How about fucking no!?' So Mihawk knows even if he got off the island, he doubts that they won't come after him themselves and with the clown already clung to his back, he can't go anywhere.

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noproofread · 7 months

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Your Forever

"They say that love is forever, your forever is all that I need"

Happy Valentine's Day :)

Wrote this cute lil Buggy one shot for today, hope you like it🥰

Inspired by this song (still on my emo shit lol)

fluffy, established relationship, proposal, pet names, just overall cute tooth rotting fluff.

word count: 1,008

masterlist here

tag list: @fanaticsnail @dakingsu-blog @vangowithit

You walked up a small hill, following the instructions Buggy left you on the note taped to your bedroom door. You weren’t expecting anything from him, just his company was enough for you. And it wasn't like him to be romantic in any way. As you arrived at the top you saw a beautiful display of rose petals on the floor leading to a large bouquet. Buggy was standing behind the flowers. He had changed his daily makeup, using a lot more pinks and reds. Instead of the crossbones there were small hearts. “Happy Valentine’s Day” He spoke softly. You smiled as you walked over to him, caressing his cheek. You leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. “Let’s sit here. I wanted to watch the sunset with you.” He said, taking a seat on the soft grass. You looked up for a moment, taking in the view in front of you.

The sun. Such a beautiful star in the sky, painting it of orange and red as it begins to set to allow the moon to shine against a dark sky. You took a seat next to Buggy, enjoying the view. He had let his hair down and it was flowing with the light breeze that accompanied the crashing waves. You sighed as your hand found his. You felt him hesitate a little before grabbing your hand. He turned to look at you, a shy smile tugged on his lips. The orange hue painted his face gold, emphasizing the blue green color of his eyes. He turned away, a pink blush appearing on his skin.

Buggy got up on his feet, pulling your hand up with him prompting you to follow him up. You stood on your feet, facing Buggy. “I’m not good at expressing… feelings.” He said, shivering at the word feelings. You smiled, chuckling lightly. “I’m honestly just surprised that you're here… That you’ve stayed here with me.” He continued, using his free hand to scratch the back of his neck. He was nervous, you weren't quite sure why. He traced circles on your hand with his thumb, looking down at his feet as he spoke. “I never thought that… That anyone would stay.” You reached over and grabbed a strand of his hair, twirling it in your fingers. He raised his gaze, his eyes drifting from your hand to your eyes, finally meeting yours.

You offered him a smile, seeing his blushing face. “What are you talking about, Bug?” You spoke softly, reassuring him with your smile. He cleared his throat and took a deep breath. “I’m not the most stable person… But you make me feel like I’m good. Like I’m okay even though I’m flashy and crazy.” You chuckled. “You’re not crazy. You're just you.” The blush on his face deepened. “Yeah well… I just. I like being with you. I couldn't imagine what my life would be like if you weren't here.” “What are you trying to say?” You began feeling nervous too. Buggy had never told you any of this. Sure, he would give you gifts. He would tell his crew to bring you snacks, drinks, food. He would compliment you, try his best to show you he cared. But he never said anything. He never planned anything. You didn't know what to expect from your beloved clown as he stood in front of you, your hand in his.

“I’m trying to say that I- I love you. Like really love you.” Your heart stopped for a moment. You knew he loved you but he never told you. You felt it. Your eyes glassed over as tears began to pool. He smiled. “...And I-” Buggy let go of your hand, reaching into the pocket of his pants as he lowered himself to the ground, knee first. You gasped, realizing what he was about to say. What he was about to ask. Your hands covering your mouth as the tears finally fell from your eyes. “Bug…” “I can't promise to be perfect but I promise to love you forever.” He pulled out a small black box and opened it.

A ring with a shiny blue stone. The sun had almost finished setting and its rays were hitting the stone, illuminating it as the sky dimmed. “Will you please stay with me? Will you marry me?” You cried, lowering down to the ground to be eye-level with him. Nodding your head you leaned in to kiss him. You kissed him desperately as if you had never kissed him before. You felt his makeup rubbing off on you. You tasted your own salty tears, unaware that Buggy had also started crying. You pulled away, panting. You looked down at the ring, it matched his hair. He grinned, his makeup was smudged and his lipstick had faded. Buggy took your hand, sliding the ring onto your finger before bringing his eyes back to you.

He laughed lightly. “You look like a fucking clown” He said, looking at his makeup smeared on your face. “So do you.” You laughed, wiping away your tears. The sun had set, the sky was dark. You lifted your hand, looking at the ring on your finger. It sparkled like the stars scattered across above. “Do you like it? I had Cabaji get it. You don't like it do you? Oh when I get my hands on Cabaji I swear will-” “I love it.” You cut him off, kissing his nose gently and grabbing his hand to reassure him. “Okay… Good. I'm glad.” He whispered, looking over at the starry night. Buggy let out a sigh, you felt his hand relax in yours. His eyes glistened, the stars reflected in them. You leaned on his shoulder, closing your eyes. You took a deep breath, feeling the wind on your skin, the sound of the waves, the warmth of his body. You opened them and looked at the ring on your finger. It looked like his eyes, his hair, his aura. You could live in this moment forever.

#one piece #one piece fic #one piece fluff #opla #x reader #buggy one piece #opla buggy #buggy the clown #buggy x reader #buggy the clown x reader

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sanjisblackasswife · 2 years

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Hey Tate how do you feel about Buggy The Clown w/ a black s/o? Spicy headcannons are welcomed😮‍💨

A/N: Buggy w a ponytail made me feel things so yes…yes indeed I will post about it.

Buggy with a Black Girlfriend Headcanons (SFW & NSFW)

SFW

He found you so attractive when he saw you pls

He has never seen a woman like you and wants you on his team asap

I’m sorry but he seems like the type to call you “Exotic Looking” KSBDJDKSKSJS

HE MEANS NO HARM I SWEAR

He lets you braid his hair a lot. He seen you put in box braids on yourself once and has asked for it as well but you just gave him two braids going back

He actually looked kinda hot

Omg can someone draw that pls or else I will

He calls you sweetcheeks or darling a lot

He annoys the absolute daylights out of you. lIKE A WHOLE LOT HE ANNOYS YOU ALOT

When he is bored he plays in your curls/braids/locs ALOT trying to style it

He pokes you ALOT too

He just really loves annoying you

You actually never called his nose big because you know how he gets but you keep it in the back of your mind just in case he really pisses you off

A cute little quirk about him is that he always tries to find ways to impress you just like when he first met you.

He has told you about Shanks and his hate for him but honestly you thought he was talking about his ex

You thought he was gay for a second before you two dated but he swore up and down he wasn’t because he was act trying to confess to you

“I’m only gay for you!”

“But I’m a woman”

“THATS NOT THE POINT!”

When Mihawk or Crocodile is around all three of y’all bully Buggy and a few times you three played Mr. Potato with his body because he made you mad.

“So can I detach Your penis and put it on your head?”

“WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO DO THAT?!”

“Because you’re a dickhead.”

Crocodile: I like her.

Anyways though he loves talking to you. He doesn’t even care if you respond or not as long as he knows you’re listening to him rant or just speak whatever is on his mind he loves talking to you

He loves hearing about your culture or religion too. If you embrace it he will have dumb little questions about it but never disrespect you or make you feel ashamed in what you believe in

You make him carry you a lot. A whole lot.

He hates it at first but once you tell him about how strong he is he’ll do whatever you want and more

He wants you to wear clown paint very badly at least once

He has blown up buildings out of anger because you made him mad.

NSFW

Okay the first time Buggy went down on your He accidentally but your clit REALLY hard so you grabbed his head, detached it, and threw it across the room.

You didn’t talk to him for a week

Buggy tries he really tries to be romantic. He has asked Mihawk for advice but it went horribly and ended the night with you aiding to his burn wounds because a candle fell on him during dinner

When he gets needy he pokes your ass a lot

He’s really good with his fingers? He swears he doesn’t know what he is doing when he fingers you but your don’t care nor complain

He has a playlist when he wants to fuck you.

Usually has a rose in his mouth.

And no he will not stop

PULL HIS HAIR

He won’t openly tell you what he wants but trust pulling his hair is one of em

He likes a dom woman :( he loves you being on top and doing whatever you want to his body

He loves having his neck kissed. He’s just so sensitive there

His favorite position is 69. He loves your ass

Btw he is an ass man

It took a while for him to open up to you for sex but he made up for it with his amazing stroke game. You don’t know wtf he learned his loves from but you’re grateful for it

Buggy’s dream is to have sex with you on a pile of money…you really don’t know why and he won’t elaborate further but he just wants to

#buggy the clown #buggy x y/n #buggy x reader #captain buggy #buggy one piece #one piece buggy #one piece headcanons #one piece #one piece smut #black reader #one piece x female reader

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lemoncrushh · 1 month

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Cubicle // 5) Tonight

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Roni

I was barely in the door properly when I heard my ringtone chime. I hurriedly dropped my bag on the floor, pushed the door shut with my foot and grabbed my phone which displayed Harry's name.

"Wow, that was fast," I breathed.

"What do you mean?"

"Didn't you just leave work?"

"Actually, I haven't left yet," he explained. "I'm walking to my car as we speak."

"You model employee," I quipped.

"I wouldn't go that far." I could hear the smile in his voice. "But I wanted to get your address so I can put it in my phone."

After I gave it to him, he reminded me he'd be here at eight. As I hung up, I felt the butterflies begin to flutter in my stomach and I got goosebumps. Not from nerves per say, but from a slight release of sexual tension, knowing that I was finally getting a chance to be alone with Harry.

I stripped off my clothes in the bedroom and turned on the shower, stopping for a moment to look at my reflection in the mirror. I'm not vain, but I'm proud to say I like my body. I wouldn't consider it perfect, but I've worked hard to keep it fit and toned. I have curves like any woman, and I'm not ashamed to flaunt them.

In the shower, I lathered up my body head to toe, imagining the places I might just let Harry touch this evening. I ended up getting myself quite worked up but decided against going any further with my own fingers. I wanted to reserve myself for Harry. I shaved my legs and underarms thoroughly, as well as the edges of my pubic area. Some people like to shave it all, but that's just never been my cup of tea. It makes me feel prepubescent and a little too Lolita-ish.

I dried off with a towel and walked back to the bedroom, examining the contents of my closet. I had decided not to stress previously over what I would wear tonight. Last minute decisions tend to work best for me. I pulled out a little black dress that I adore with a swing skirt and spaghetti straps. Harry hadn't told me where we were going, and I hadn't asked, but I figured this little number would work with just about any scenario, not to mention drive Harry crazy.

I grabbed from my drawer the only undergarment I would need, a black lace thong. Then I slipped the dress over my head and stepped into my favorite black heels. I applied my make-up the way I always do. The guy sees me at work every day, there's no sense is shocking him with a clown face. Then I curled my hair only slightly at the ends with my flat iron, letting the tendrils fall softly on my shoulders. Finally, I dabbed a little bit of perfume on my wrists, behind my ears, and down my throat to the bottom of my cleavage. Taking one last look in the mirror, I smiled at myself.

Harry

The truth is, I was a nervous wreck. I've never been this nervous before a date. I'm always so cool, calm and collected, but something about Roni is different. I don't know, it's as though she's got my head spinning. On the way to her place, I stopped at the florist. Something tells me Roni's not your typical red rose girl, so I opted for a bouquet of stargazers that smelled amazing.

I stopped my car in front of her building and made my way up the stairs to her flat. My palms were sweaty, so I quickly wiped them down the front of my jeans, rotating the flowers in each hand. Then I took a deep breath and knocked on her door. Seconds later, Roni opened it, standing before me like a Playboy model in the hottest little dress she could have possibly worn. I felt myself salivate and I temporarily lost my speech.

"Good evening, Harry," she smiled, breaking the ice. "Don't you look handsome."

I let out a breath and blinked. "Thanks. You look beautiful." My voice was raspy and barely audible.

"Thank you," she said as she looked down at her dress. "I hope this is okay."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I let slip out before thinking. With her eyes wide open, I apologized. "Sorry, it's just...you look incredible."

Her eyes then twinkled as she smiled and beckoned me inside. I stepped into the open living area as she shut the door behind me. Everything was a palette of white on dark wood, with splashes of black and light blue. It was all very calming.

"Oh!" I exclaimed when I remembered the flowers. "These are for you."

Another sexy grin grew slowly across her face as she took the bouquet from me and sniffed them.

"How'd you know, Harry?"

"Are they your favourite?" I asked.

With a wink she turned slightly to the right and revealed a stargazer lily tattoo on her left shoulder. Of course, I had never seen it before because her work attire covered it up.

"What are the odds?"

"It's fate," she declared as she turned around and headed towards the kitchen. "Just let me put these in some water, and we can go."

I internally cheered to myself, proud that I not only had gotten something right, but I'd been dead on. Roni returned with the flowers in a tall clear vase. She sat them down in the center of the coffee table and grabbed a small handbag that was sitting near the edge.

"Ready?"

"After you," I nodded and gestured toward the door.

Roni opened it and I followed her back into the hall, waiting while she locked up. I let her walk ahead of me down the stairs, mostly so I could watch her. Fuck, she's so gorgeous. I knew I would have a hard time keeping my hands to myself tonight. I already wanted to touch the skin that I had no doubt was incredibly soft. Even the click of her heels on the wooden stairs was erotic.

When we reached the bottom, I opened the door for her and led her out to my car. When I held the car door, she said thank you and as she brushed past me, I got a whiff of an intoxicating aroma. I groaned as I walked around to my side. As soon as I got in, I glanced over at her legs. Just like my fantasy, only this time her skirt wasn't tight. The way it flowed actually showed more of her legs and it was hot as hell. Possibly catching me gawking, she adjusted her dress, but not so it showed less skin. Bless her.

"So where are we going, Harry?" Roni inquired as I turned the key.

"La Colombe d'Or," I answered in my best French accent.

All I heard was silence so I turned head towards her. Her eyes were huge and her jaw was open.

"Is that okay with you?" I asked.

"Well, yeah, but...Harry," she began and then dropped her voice, "It's so fancy. And...expensive."

"So what? You're not worth it?"

I looked at her again and she gave me the cutest puppy dog eyes. Then she sat back in her seat, resting her head against the headrest with a satisfied look on her face.

Roni

I think the whole idea of keeping a man waiting is total bullshit. He's asked you out, he's coming to pick you up. The least you can do is be ready when he gets there. So I was just sitting on the couch watching the telly when Harry knocked on the door.

My heart almost burst out of my chest like in a cartoon when I saw him. He was dressed in black jeans, a shirt that was such a dark blue it almost appeared black, and a black jacket. His shirt was unbuttoned to the middle of his chest and for the first time I noticed he had tattoos there. I couldn't tell quite what they were yet, but I was determined to find out.

The best part was the way he looked at me. I could tell the dress had been a good decision. When I invited him inside, he handed me the flowers he had been holding. Stargazer lilies are my absolute favourite. So far, this date was going splendidly.

I knew he was checking out my ass on the way down the stairs. I can tell he does that a lot at work too, but I don't mind. When he opened the car door for me, I made sure I touched his arm as I got in. Then I adjusted my dress but not too much. Harry liked what he saw, and that knowledge gave me tingles everywhere.

When I'd asked him where we were going, I was not expecting the answer he gave me. La Colombe d'Or! It's French for The Golden Dove. A super swanky restaurant that I've only been to once with my ex, Roland. Ugh, why did I have to think about him? No, he's no Harry. I can tell that much already. I sat back in my seat, ready for the evening to officially begin.

A/N: Sorry these early chapters are so short. I didn't really write long chapters back then. I usually wrote blurbs that were around the same length, but I never kept up with the word count lol. I think as the story moves along, the chapters get longer.

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heartfullofleeches · 2 years

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Spooky imaginary friend made by a yan clown monster😳??? Cough cough give me itttt😩

"Believe me when I say Sir is the bestest friend a person could ask for. Well, besides you of course, but that's different. We sing together, clean up messes together; we even love the same things which includes you, Y/n. Haha, that probably spooked ya, huh? It's okay if you doubt me. They're not real afterall."

Not real.

You repeat the saying over and over as weight shifts against your bed. This wasn't real. Just another stubborn game made up by the stubborn presence that attached itself to your life. It was hard not to imagine the clown's invisible friend when they bragged on and on about it. Gifting you roses it claimed to have plucked. Letting you know when it was right behind you. Listing every little detail of its design and cramming a perfect image into your head.

Claws ease against your tear soaked eyelids.

"Y/n... Open your eyes. I've waiting so long. Let me see them."

Your eyes ache from being shut for so long. The darkness behind swirls into abnormal shapes, recreating the vague outline of the shadow looming over you. You squeeze your eyes tighter knowing it was there waiting, but as its teeth close around you you're left no choice but to open your eyes.

"There you are.. Hello, my little rabbit."

A single, black dotted eye stares back at you from the darkness; its twin marked out with a cross. A cruelty drawn heart sits around the eye; the orb center in the middle of a plush face with two long ears drooping down to its shoulders. The mascot head connects to blackened skin; ink staining the lower jaw of the rabbit's cream colored face. Its exposed teeth were clamped shut in a particular smile. It laughs.

"That clown has it all wrong when they say we are the same. I for one recognize my voice sounds like nails on a board, and prefer to avoid singing. There is one thing they were right about.. I love what they love."

It strokes a gloved finger over your cheek.

"It was agonizing to stand there watching you both play together. Just a hair away, but never noriced. That's how it's always been, but it's different with you. I'm sorry to disappoint you by saying I won't be going away. Once you believe in something, it is hard to stop. That is one of the reasons I am obsessed with you."

#Yandere imaginary friend #yandere oc #yandere #yandere scenarios #yandere headcanons #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere insert #yandere blurb #yandere teratophilia #yandere monster #yandere drabble #yandere x darling #yandere x y/n #yandere creature #Sir my oc

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redkpom · 12 days

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RoseXtheo *** NSFW

“...It’s difficult for me to feel very sympathetic about your situation.”

Rose’s tone wasn’t unkind, but Theo stopped mid rant and turned full around at her, completely incredulous.

“How can you say that?” he cried. “I’ve been working at developing my craft and my show aesthetic for five years and now I've been reduced to…to…” He struggled to find the words, “…to some kind of TikTok, thirst trap, sideshow freak!”

Rose raised her eyebrows. “You had like, two audience videos go viral from a performance you did months ago. I don’t think you’ve been ‘reduced’ to anything.” She shifted her eyes from him to the tent that surrounded them. “And I would be careful with the terms you used to describe the talent at this company. Just because we’re not Cirque du Soleil doesn’t mean we aren’t a reputable circus.”

Theo rolled his eyes before turning back to the set pieces behind him. “‘Reputable circus’ is oxymoronic.”

“Besides,” Rose pushed herself up from the handrail on one of the bleachers.

The tent, newly belonging to Theo, had once been the Lion Tamers’ Den, though lots of acts had performed there before his arrival. The diameter of it, like most of the performance tents in their company, had bleachers for audience members surrounding the main performing area.

“…It’s not like people made anything up about you. They aren’t even saying anything negative! You’re getting so much good press and I, personally, can’t really understand why you’re not capitalizing off of it. Let alone why you would leave Las fucking Vegas and come here.”

Theo knelt down and continued to shuffle through boxes of props and tricks. “Why wouldn’t I come here? Isn’t this such a ~reputable circus~?”

Rose narrowed her eyes as she walked over to look over his shoulder. “You know what I mean.”

Theo huffed, not halting his work to look up at her. “I came here because I’m starting over, and I figured no one here is making numbers on fucking TikTok…No offense.” he added, sensing her disapproval. “I just don’t want people to think I’m some Criss Angel knock-off or some sex addict bondage salesman who’s just using magic tricks to sell dildos or whatever the fuck.”

Rose fought back a laugh. “Is it really the audience’s fault that they thought of bondage when they saw your set?”

“...What does that mean?” Theo’s voice was low as he finally looked up at her.

“Dude…come on.”

“What????” Theo practically whined as he stood up, now looking directly into her face. “What am I doing wrong?”

Rose relented, feeling just a tinge sorry for teasing her new friend. “Your stuff just looks kind of…kinky?” She backed up, looking around at the set pieces Theo had brought out from backstage in his auditing. “Like, what the fuck is this?” She picks up what looks like a body bag covered in chains and padlocks.

Theo snatches it out of her hands. “It’s just for a basic escape stunt!! Harry Houdini popularized them for God’s sake!”

Rose nods. “Okay….and this?” She places her hand on a wooden structure, with a large hole in the middle and two smaller holes on each side. “You try to escape while someone is railing you from behind?” She teased. Theo cracks a small, smug smile at this.

“Actually, it’s called a pillory and it’s left over from when the clown show was using my tent before I started. Maybe it’s you and your friends who are the real kinky ones?” He grinned.

Rose shot him a look.

“...You know I'm not a show clown, asshole.”

Theo raises his hands defensively, but doesn’t drop his smile. “Yet.”

Rose softens at this and keeps moving forward.

“...Okay this thing is ridiculous.”

Rose saunters over to a rectangular box that rested on long legs with wheels. It was obviously made to split in the middle, with old brass attachments to keep it in place. On each end there large openings cut out, presumably for the participant’s head and feet.

“Don’t even try, this is as classic as it gets.” Theo counters. “Everybody knows this trick.”

“Yeaaaah, but you do a solo show. Soooo… you’re not cutting anyone in half with it.”

“I actually reverse engineered the trick to cut myself in half with it.”

“Oh, like David Copperfield?

“NO, NOT LIKE DAVID COPPERFIELD. HE USED A FUCKING BUZZ SAW LIKE A HACK AND I-”

“Reverse engineered the Thin Model Sawing to cut yourself in half traditionally, right, right…Impressive!” Rose smiled cheekily. “...but still kinky.”

“How?!”

Rose rolled her eyes and moved to separate the box in half. She opened the lid on the Head side, hoped up on it, and looked back over her shoulder at him. “You really don’t know?”

“I really don’t know.” Theo stares at her, completely lost.

Rose leans back on the table back towards him, her legs dangling off the edge. She tilts her chin up to look at him upside down. “You really don’t know?”

Theo steps forward frustrated “Rose, just tell me what you-“

“Ahhhhh~”

A musical tone comes out of Rose’s mouth as she closes her eyes, opening wide as if she were at the dentist.

No response.

She continues her orthodontic patient impression until she breaks off into small giggles, not hearing Theo’s quick, heavy footsteps. Finally opening her eyes, Rose realized the tent was now much darker. The main entrance flap had been closed and tied shut. Theo stood above her, expression unbending. She tilts her head back just a bit further, her upside down gaze looking him over. One of his hands rests on the table just beside her head, the other, holding the button of his jeans.

Rose brings her eyes back up to meet his, mouth still agape. She swallows hard, trying not to show her flustered nature. She still could not get used to how quick the switch in Theo flipped. He looks down at her, his gaze hard. Trying to keep her excitement in check, she coolly reached up, closing the lid of the trick box on herself. She glanced back up at Theo expectantly, now with her arms and upper body restricted.

Theo exhaled hard through his nostrils, undoing his pants at an impatient speed. The weight of his strap falls out of his trousers, resting softly against her cheek. Rose holds back a moan at the contact. Theo traces the outline of her sparkling mouth with his thumb, staring at it with hooded eyes. He gently pushes her jaw to release even wider as he guides himself past plump lips and deep into the soft passage of her throat.

Rose immediately hums at this already familiar sensation. Theo doesn’t pull out of her mouth yet, just holds himself hilt deep in her. She hears him trying to control his breathing as he does this. She moves her pink tongue slightly, flattening it under the shaft of his strap. Then, impossibly slow, she drags her tongue back. Rose coats the length of him before gently resting the tip of her tongue on the tip of his dick, sucking just lightly enough for him to feel the toy constrict tighter around himself. Theo’s eyes shoot down at her, as he grasps either side of the box.

…He looks so menacing… Rose thought to herself as she locked eyes with him, …but I can tell he’s checking to make sure I'm okay before he really gets going…

Theo pulls back just slightly, standing himself up straight, and drags his hands back up from the box. He lets out a slow, hissing exhale and holds the sides of her head gently, but firmly, in his hands. He strokes her temples with his thumbs, the soft curls of her hair falling over his fingers. The tip of his strap glistens as it twitches on her full lips. Rose stares up at him with wide eyes. Innocent, and eager, and hungry.

“Ya got plans the rest of the day, Rosie?” His voice was hoarse.

“I-um.” she hadn’t expected him to talk to her during this.

“No, you don’t.”

“...N-no I don’t.”

“Ya gonna stay right here and take care of what ya started?”

“…yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Sir-“

Theo forced himself right back into her mouth, in and out, pumping at a pace Rose could barely keep up with. His grip on her head was firm, keeping her in place as he moved.

“Can ya move in that box?” he asked breathlessly, not slowing his pace.

Rose’s eyes began to water as she swirls her tongue. Theo began to grind his hips each time her lips met his base. She looks up at him helplessly, wondering if he was going to pull out so she could reply.

Theo stared down at her expectantly.

“I asked you a question, Rosie.”

Rose tried to nod, but only began to bob her head in sync with his movements. Theo’s head falls back at this and he lets out a low moan.

“Fuck….can you move in there or not, Rose?”

She lets out a muffled “Mhmm!” on his cock, and mascara begins to cloud her vision.

“Good, good…I want you to start touching yourself in there, but if you slow down what you’re doing, you’re gonna regret it.”

Rose does as she’s told, slowly undoing the tie of her sweats. She reaches a hand down and isn’t surprised at the moisture she finds at her center. Rubbing slow circles through her panties, Rose let her eyes drift up to the man above her. His dark hair fell over his face, and under the stage lights it wasn’t hard to see why the videos of him were so popular. His handsome features twisted sternly, holding back what she hoped was verging on ecstasy. His hooded eyes half watching her as he pumped in and out of her hot mouth. Every now and then he would let his head hang back, letting go of groans and hisses and sighs. Rose began to wonder what it would be like to give Theo head without the strap at all. She knew he had been on testosterone for years and couldn’t help but turn herself on further, imagining the taste of him cumming all over her tongue with his real cock. This thought alone made her quicken her pace as she touched herself, and she began to moan on the strap that was finding its way even deeper into her throat

The vibrations of this shook Theo further and he tangled his fingers into her hair tightly. “Christ, Rose…”

At this, Rose bopped even harder, sucking fully now and heightening her cries. All she wanted to do was make him feel better than anyone else ever had. Maybe she would push the lid open, flip herself over and pull the strap off herself. Would he think she was too forward? Would he even like that? They had only hooked up a few times after all, and she hadn’t exactly been her most sober self for all of them.

Before she could ponder further, Theo unexpectedly pulled himself out of her mouth, hunching over her. Breathing heavily, he slowly made his way to the other side of the box, wiping sweat from his brow.

“You’re a talented girl, Rosie.”

Theo held his cock in his fist, lazily pumping up and down. It shined in the stage lights, still glistening from her attention. He titled his head as he slowly lifted the lid of the box, and Rose shyly began pulling her hand out of her sweats.

“No, no no,” His free hand stops her, holding the waistband himself. “No need to get shy now. Just gonna make it a little easier.” He slowly dragged the sweatpants from her form, revealing sky blue panties. Just a bit below a balloon bouquet print was a wet spot forming at her core. He eyed the spot with a satisfied smile, and Rose felt her cheeks redden. Running his hand down from the waist band to the crotch, he moves the strip of fabric aside, dragging his thumb deliberately to catch some of her slickness. Rose’s breath hitches and Theo’s eyes shoot up to meet hers. She thinks to herself that the way he smiles before they fuck is particularly kind.

“You did a great job, sweetheart, but I’ll take it from here.”

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crusty-chronicles · 1 year

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The Moon and Sun (Big Sib Reader x Gon/Killua)

Ch 7: Reminiscing Around the Campfire

Synopsis: After finding out a bit more about Kite, you and the boys decide to stick with him for a bit. Doesn't mean you won't give the man shit for punching your kids. (Although there is something about him that puts you at ease)

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You were trying so damn hard not to lose control of your aura. Your fists were clenching and unclenching as you struggled to keep your cool.

But the audacity of this man to ask if you all were okay, after being the one to attack first, was making it very difficult.

He stiffened slightly at your previous tone, but approached to meet you halfway nonetheless. Your anger was palpable through the air.

Not a good sign for him.

"HEY ASSHOLE! IS IT A POLICY OR PREFERENCE TO SHOOT AT KIDS!!!"

Your pointer was jabbed against his chest as you shouted. You could feel the calm from his aura fade into nervousness.

He held his hands up in mock surrender.

"Can I explain before you continue berating me?" His voice came out slightly muffled due to his cloak slightly obscuring his face.

Your anger only flared up.

"Fuck your explanation! What I want is an apology!!! You almost killed my kid, you ass!!!!"

The man before you tossed his cloak to the side, figuring it'd be easier to talk to you this way. See eye to eye so you knew his intentions weren't malicious.

Apparently, you couldn't care less at the moment.

"Look I-"

You cut him off as soon as he started.

"We just went through hell and back with several murderers, an insane beefy convict, and some other creep from the Phantom Troupe, just to be shot at!!!!!?!??"

The boys behind you were watching as you cussed him out, ears fully uncovered as your tone rose.

"WE ALMOST DIED SEVERAL TIMES JUST TO GET HERE FOR-!!!!" You stopped yourself upon realizing something.

This man had long silver locks. Gon did not.

Hang on a fucking second.

HANG ON A SECOND!!!!

You grabbed the man by the back of his neck and maneuvered his face down to Gon's level.

"IS THIS DING DONG EVEN YOUR FATHER!!?!??"

The clown made from the stranger's nen started cackling.

"Gonna let them manhandle you like that?"

"Shut up," he hissed back at it, your grip unwavering and surprisingly strong.

Gon looked up shakily at the man. His excited aura now defeated and the hopeful look in his eye gone.

"It's not Ging."

Poor kid.

But you were even more pissed now.

You released the stranger, letting him stand straight so you could continue chewing him out.

"WE ALMOST DIED FOR SOMEONE WHO'S NOT EVEN HERE!!!"

You know what, fuck Ging too for once again misleading his son. You don't know why you thought it'd be different this time.

And it seems your frustration was shared with one of the boys.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ALL ABOUT!?!" The small assassin shouted.

If that man had shot you....

If you hadn't been fast enough to get to Gon....

If either of you had been injured, there's no telling what he would've done.

Maybe you didn't want an explanation, but damnit if all three of you weren't owed one.

"Tell us! First you knock us down, then you start firing at us!!!! Quit messing around!!!"

You took a step backwards, as if to shield them again should anything happen. The stranger, however, took a step forwards.

"Messing around? Quite the opposite."

Your eyes focused in on him, trying to find any ounce of malice. There was none. Just slight uneasiness.

"If I hadn't opened fire, all three of you would have been attacked."

Your anger had subsided temporary.

A good sign. Maybe now you would listen to reason.

The boy several feet behind you though, was still very much pissed.

"YEAH BY WHAT!?!? THAT STUPID ANT YOU SHOT!?!?" Killua went to step on the still twitching bug before its torso leapt up.

With mandibles like daggers, it sank into his flesh causing Killua to let out a screech of pain. You tensed up as the stranger whizzed past you at an alarming speed.

"You fool!" He went to knock Killua down again.

But his fist made contact with a very different surface.

Your palm, which was now closed tightly around his hand. There was a small aftershock from the force, your arm unwavering from the pressure.

He didn't see you move. Didn't even feel you until you were right there. He didn't hear your steps either.

You had a small frown on your face, but other than that, there were no indicators of your current emotion.

But there was a flicker in your aura. A very exhausted and disappointed flicker.

Then he saw your eyes.

They were so cold and unforgiving. The dark circles under them only adding to the intensity of your glare.

"That was strike two."

Such a powerful resolve behind those cold eyes. It let him know you would not back down next time. You would kill him over these kids if you thought necessary for their safety.

Like a bear protecting it's cubs.

The irony would have been funny if your grip on his fist wasn't so strong. Had he known you weren't actually a fighter, maybe he would have given more push back.

But for now, your resolve had earned his respect.

"Ahhh! Y/n, help me!!!" Killua was pulling with everything he had to try and pry the head of the ant off.

Immediately your hard gaze had softened and you focused all your attention on him. Your firm grip on the stranger's hand was gone.

In less than a second you were kneeled down next to Killua. A very different demeanor than what you had just displayed.

"It's gonna be okay, kid. It's gonna be okay. Just let me-"

"But it hurts!"

Technically, you could kill bugs. They weren't people. And you said you wouldn't let anything happen to your boys.

"Stay still for a sec, just for a second."

Killua stilled as best he could. It would hurt like hell, but you really didn't have a better option. Your thumb and pointer closed around the insect's head. With a small amount of nen, you yanked the bug from his flesh.

He gripped your arm, trying to find a small comfort through the pain. The insect in question was tossed to the side. You briefly glanced down at his leg.

A mistake.

Blood trickled down a sizable wound. The crimson liquid was too close to your line of vision.

You shook slightly, a queazy feeling settling in your stomach. The last thing you wanted was to show weaknesses at a time like this, but you just couldn't stop the trembling of your body.

Killua took notice and quickly did his best to cover the wound.

"Hey, don't look. Okay?" The reaction from the last time you saw blood still fresh in his mind. You'd never looked so scared. And it was happening again.

Gon finally broke from his stunned trance as your breathing quickened. He jumped up immediately and covered your eyes with his hands.

"Don't look at it. Pretend it's not there. Try to think of something else." He did his best to distract you. It seemed to help, your trembling form relaxing little by little.

The man looked on at the three of you, at last understanding. You were deathly protective of those you cared about and yet... you were vulnerable with them as well.

A very interesting bunch.

Deciding he already wasn't in your good graces, he made sure to properly dispose of the Chimera Ant. A resounding shot heard throughout the area.

You gently removed Gon's hands from your face to glare at him. Your anger was slowly rising again, distracting you from your panic.

"That was no ordinary ant." His tone was softer, trying not to agitate you further.

"It's a Chimera Ant," he continued.

Your face scrunched up in confusion. Chimera Ant?

"A what?" Killua asked.

"An aggressive, carnivorous insect that's been designated quarantine level one. They even attack humans from time to time." He addressed Killua.

That explained the blood, but not why he just attacked without any warning.

"You three didn't realize it, but you were standing right in front of their nest. If I hadn't fired the moment I did, an army of Chimera Ants would have consumed you all by now."

You let out a tired groan.

"Then you should've said something you ding dong. You had a solid two minutes to shout something. Maybe a 'Don't step forward or you'll die.' Anything really. You didn't have to sit there until last second."

You stood up, only barely reaching the stranger's shoulders. He eyed you cautiously.

"I doubt you would have reacted fast enough."

"I outran you, didn't I?" You weren't gonna stop giving this guy shit until he apologized.

He let out a tired sigh of his own before kneeling down next to Killua. You sent him a warning glare, and failed to notice Gon's feeling of familiarity.

"Don't worry. It's not as serious as your friend made it out to be." He pulled out a small bottle of some kind. "It's antiseptic, use it."

So maybe he had a heart after all, but you wouldn't let him off the hook that easily.

You were startled by the clown as it spoke.

"What!?!? Gimme a break, is that it!?!? Come on! Let's go wild man!!!"

You were gonna break that thing if it kept talking.

"Ugh, shut up and go away already." The man grumbled as he unsummoned his ability. He stood back up to his full height.

"You three should leave as well."

"Not without an apology." Your hard glare was back.

"You're still on about that? I thought I explained-"

"And I thought I told you screw your explanation. You could have killed my kids with your recklessness!"

"Reckless? What's reckless is showing up in an area you're completely unfamiliar with." Even as your tone rose, he still kept his calm demeanor. Not yet angry with you, but becoming somewhat annoyed with your persistence.

"What did you want us to do? Pull out a nature's encyclopedia from my ass and identify the greenery?" You followed him as he tried to walk away. He paused and turned to face you.

Was that embarrassment in his aura?

"Look, I'll concede. I shouldn't have opened fire without a warning. But you should've been a hell of a lot more careful. If you really care so much about those boys, you'd have been vigilant about your surroundings."

It always sucked when the other person had a point. But you were still very new to this. You weren't used to the suddenness of the real world anymore. A flaw that had to be corrected immediately.

"Yeah, I get that. I was just expecting something else to happen is all." You expected Ging, not whoever this man was, and sure as hell not those ants.

You'd mumbled your words, not expecting them to be heard. But they were, he just chose not to comment on them.

You let him go this time, listening to his rambling as he went.

"Damnit. Now I'll have to start over from the beginning. At least the nest was destroyed. Damnit, and now I've got this pointless kill to my credit."

That phrase caused Gon to let out a noise of shock. You and the man turned around quickly to see what was the matter. Little by little, recognition filled his features.

"Hey, are you....Back when I was younger, are you the one who saved me?"

Your eyebrows scrunched up. This was news to you.

"Wait, when?" The stranger questioned.

"On Whale Island. I'd stumbled onto a foxbear with her cub in the forest." Gon answered.

The man looked over to you. A bear and it's cubs. Definitely a familiar sight.

"Whale Island?" There was a spark of recognition now in his aura.

"Remember," Gon tried again. "You said you had a pointless kill to your credit because of what I did."

A small smile made its way onto the stranger's face.

"Oh yeah, I remember. I never thought I'd run into you again here. You sure have grown up, Gon."

You and Killua gasped out in surprise. So they have met before. Just what the hell was going on here?

"But how do you know my name?!?!?"

"I heard it from your dad: Ging."

He knew Ging, too? So was this meeting set up on purpose like the one with Razor?

"So you know Ging, old man?" Gon asked.

You let out an amused huff as the man became flustered.

"Old ma-" He cut himself off with a small grumble and readjusted his hat.

You lightly bonked Gon on his head.

"Manners, kid." You already set enough of a bad example earlier.

"Don't be rude, even though he does kinda deserve it. Besides, he doesn't look all that older than me." Maybe mid to late 20's if you had to guess.

He gave you a greatfull look before deciding to introduce himself.

"My name is Kite. And yeah, I know Ging. He was actually my master."

All three of you were extremely surprised by the sudden revelation.

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By sundown, the four of you had made a makeshift camp to talk. There was a small campfire with several fish cooking on top. (One of which you didn't want, still very petty about earlier and Kite having been the one to catch them.)

Kite sat on one end of the fire while you and the boys sat on the other. Two small slabs of stone were used as seats for Gon and Killua. You opted to sit on the ground between them.

"So, the three of you are Pro Hunters too. Is that right?" Kite questioned.

"Well, me and Killua are. Y/n is just really good with nen," Gon answered.

You looked down, trying to hide your small smile.

"Are you one, sir?" Gon continued, remembering to use his manners. God you were so proud right now.

"Just call me Kite. You're my master's son, so don't be so formal."

Gon looked up at you. You nodded your head. To be fair, you did just mean for him to be respectful, not all proper like. But it was sweet how he took it so literally.

"Okay! So you're one too, Kite?"

"I am. Master Ging's the one who made me a first-class Hunter. He was my teacher and my benefactor." Kite said all this with something fond in his eye. His calm aura shifting into something softer.

"See, if I had never met Ging, I'd be dead now. Rotting in the back alley of a slum probably."

For the first time that day, Kite had been the cause of your softening gaze. The frustration completely diminished. Now from your aura, he could read sympathy.

"You were an orphan." You said it like a statement rather than a question. But your tone wasn't harsh like it had been. You felt eyes on you, probably wondering what had caused your shift in mood.

"Something like that," He responded.

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Kite went on to tell the story about how he met Ging. It was a little funny, if you were being honest. Trying to survive day to day and coming back to your hideout, only to see some stranger crashing there. Only for said stranger to say your living conditions were 'so cool' with all the animals around.

It definitely tickled your funny bone.

Gon, however, was less amused by the story and a little more disappointed. He was probably expecting something cooler or maybe something with a little more context.

"That was it? That's how you met Ging?"

Kite only smiled back at him.

"Yeah." He paused as if in thought, then spoke again.

"Ging told me once that every single Hunter is well liked by animals."

"That so, Cinderella?" Your brow quirked up in a teasing way as Killua laughed at your quip. From your left, Gon nudged your side with a 'be nice.'

Kite sputtered over his words for a second, not expecting your playful remark. Unawares it was just your way of warming up to him. He continued on with his story, albeit a little embarrassed now.

"He also told me I had potential, so that piqued my interest."

"So you were his student?" Killua asked, making sure he was following correctly.

"Once I forced him to teach me. He's not very fond of anything that causes him too much hassle, so I was never his student in any official capacity."

Sounds like Ging really is an ass. Did he leave Gon because he thought of him as a hassle?

"But I suppose I can be a little stubborn, like your friend over there," Kite gestured to you. You gave a small protest of 'hey' before he continued on.

"So I just hounded him 'til he caved. A while after that, I started to develop my nen and he started teaching me how to hunt."

Kite got up to pass the boys each a cooked fish, continuing his story as he went.

"As a result, I passed the Hunter Exam without much trouble. But Master Ging still wasn't satisfied."

You shook your head when he got to you, not reacting out of spite this time, but because you genuinely weren't hungry. He frowned, but didn't push.

You would, however, take whatever drink he had in that kettle.

"There was another hurdle he wanted me to clear. Can you guess that hurdle was?" His question was directed at Gon.

But you had a pretty good feeling about what it was anyway.

"I think I might know." Gon was excited, but there was some anticipation there too.

"Yeah?" Kite encouraged.

"No, I definitely know. If I know Ging, he probably told you.... That he wants you to try and catch him." There was so much conviction in his eyes that it left no room for doubt.

"Right, That's it exactly."

Gon cheered at the response.

"I knew it! I thought that was it!"

Both of them seemed enthralled in their own little world as they talked about Ging. You'd never seen Gon this excited and talkative before. Never seen him this happy. Your little sun was finally shinning.

Maybe you were still pissed Ging had blown off his son once again, but a (not so) small selfish part of you was grateful this journey got to last a little longer. And if you were careful enough, you might just be as happy as that kid one day.

You tuned back into their conversation at a good time.

"The fact that I went to Whale Island, or the fact that I met you there, none of that seemed to surprise him." Kite noted.

"It was almost as if he'd expected it."

You let out a huff. Ging was either a clever bastard, or just plain lucky things had worked out that way.

"Looking back now, I think everything that's happened has gone according to Ging's plan."

Gon was practically shaking with joy at that.

"You're saying he set all this up?" Killua finally spoke.

"Well I can't prove it," Kite admitted.

A beat of silence. And then-

"You may be right." Gon's voice was soft. Like he was putting the pieces together for a bigger narrative.

"Razor was there waiting for me. Dwun and List, too."

You shivered at the mention of the ex-convict. You never would forgive him for breaking your leg or the events that led up to it.

"Razor, and Dwun?" Your words from before rang in Kite's head. What was it you said? An insane beefy ex-convict? That checked out.

"Yeah," Killua confirmed. "It was in a game called Greed Island, but it's kind of a long story."

"Dodgeball, bombers, and cards. That's about it," you simplified.

"Bombers???" It might've been the first time you've given someone else whiplash.

You shrugged your shoulders with a teasing grin.

"Now that one is a long story. But yeah, bombers."

Gon nudged your side again.

"Fine, I'll stop messing with him. Only because you asked me to, munchkin."

Content by your response, Gon continued on with his explanation.

"We got inside the game, and Razor told me he was waiting for me. Ging told him to."

He also said not to hold back on a 12 year old boy, but yeah, waiting is one way to put it.

"Ging created Greed Island with 10 of his close friends. Dwun and List were two of them. Those three were all there. Just waiting for me.

"When I learned that, I realized something. If that was Ging's big plan all along, for me to go there and meet his friends... Then I wonder if meeting all the others, people like Bisky and everybody else, well that might've been part of his plan too, right?"

Weeellll, he probably wanted Gon to find a good mentor for training. There's no way in hell he could have planned all the other chaos.

"If that's really the case, then it's also possible that Ging wanted you to meet Kite here so he helped to make it happen." Killua speculated.

"Think so?"

"It'd make sense for him to set this up. I mean why leave you that clue if it didn't lead you somewhere important," You reassured. You believed this was all a coincidence, truly, but it didn't hurt to build up the kid a little more. Plus you really didn't want to be the one to ruin his happy mood.

You glanced over to Kite who looked deep in thought. Seems he was also trying to put together the pieces Ging left behind.

"Hey, that's right!" Gon exclaimed. Kite gave a hum to show he was listening.

"You must have spent time on Greed Island at some point, haven't you?"

"Me?" The man in question pointed at himself.

"Yeah! And when you went, did you register under the name of Nigg?" There was once again a hopeful look in Gon's eye.

"Nigg? No I don't recall that name....Wait. I do remember Ging taking me inside a game a while back. Now that you mention it."

You bit back your remark of 'We've been talking about a game for the past hour and you just now remembered.' He was a little ditzy, wasn't he?

"I knew it!" Gon celebrated.

"Greed Island? Yes, I believe that's what it was called. But I can't remember if I used an alias." Okay, very ditzy. But to be fair it was getting late, you'd have a hard time remembering things too if it weren't for that Angel's Breath.

Having finally put the pieces together, Gon's aura was relieved and still very happy.

"Damnit! He got me good!"

"Language!" You scolded.

You felt a harsh thump on the back of your head. You turned fast to glare at the small assassin.

"What was that for!?!?"

"You can't get after Gon for his language with the things you were saying earlier!!!"

"I'm an adult, you're both tater tots! And besides," you grabbed the side of Killua's head and covered his ears with your hands.

"WHEN I TELL YOU TO COVER YOUR EARS, YOU DO IT, YOU LITTLE FIBBER!!! IF YOU PICK UP ON MY BAD LANGUAGE THEN WHAT KIND OF BIG SIB WOULD THAT MAKE ME!!!!" You shook him slightly during your dramatics.

"But damnit isn't nearly as bad as fuc-" Gon tried to defend before getting cut off by your shocked gasp.

"GON FREECS! DON'T YOU DARE FINISH THAT SENTENCE!!!!"

You shook your head in disbelief. God, you were failing terribly at this older role model thing.

"DON'T YOU DARE! AND IN FRONT OF COMPANY TOO???" You gestured across at Kite who was very amused by your antics.

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By now the boys were stuffed and conversing happily, the discussion still revolving around Greed Island. You were just glad the first day in the real world had ended on a high note. It was nice for a change.

No fighting. No training. No worrying.

Just peace.

Maybe things would be okay after all.

"So the real reason that Greed Island was created was to provide the boys with the type of training they needed?" Kite seemed unsure about that part.

"No, it was only for Gon really." Killua clarified. "I've pretty much been along for the ride the whole time. Y/n just recently joined us from the game."

You took a swig from the small thermos and nodded your head.

"But that might've been part of Ging's plan too, dont'cha think?" Gon asked.

"Even me!?!? Not likely," Killua dismissed.

"Your dad's a wizard if he planned for you to meet me. He probably expected you to make friends along the way. Just not the exact ones you'd make." You explained.

There was no way in hell anybody could have predicted for you to meet those boys. Even you, yourself were still shocked you'd actually left Greed Island.

"But it appears that all of us meeting here was no mere coincidence." Kite did have a point about that.

Ging was proving to be one crafty bastard.

"Yeah, I agree," Killua spoke up. "There's got to be some deeper meaning to all this."

"Like what?" Gon asked.

"Like... Razor waited inside the game so he could help make you stronger. And if that's the case, then it would make sense that Ging has some role for Kite to play too."

"A role, huh?" Kite murmured.

"Maybe a mentor," You guessed. It seemed like a Ging thing to do. Dump his son on someone else while he was god knows where.

Kite's eyes met yours.

"Aren't you their mentor?"

You smirked something crooked.

"Hell no! I'm more of the help than I am mentor. Too much responsibility. Besides, you're a decent fit."

You could feel his aura shit into something embarrassed.

"Decent fit?"

"Yeah, you found Gon's dad, didn't you? From what I hear, he's the best of the best. And if you were able to find the best of the best, well that certainly says a lot, doesn't it?" Ewww, since when were you so nice????

Since when did you ask for help?

"Ging must have trusted you with the remainder of Gon's training. Or at least felt you were capable of doing so. He did send us your way, after all."

Either that or Ging was just a dick. And even though you highly suspected the latter, it'd do nobody any good to voice that opinion.

"You really think so, Y/n?" Gon was looking up at you unsure, but there was a spark of hope in his eye.

"I think they're right about this, Gon. Why else would Ging send us here?" Killua backed up.

You waited for Kite's response. He'd gone a little quiet at your suggestion.

"...Hey, Gon?"

The boy hummed to show he was listening.

"Want me to tell you where Ging is right now?"

It was a trick question, you could tell from a mile away. But if you knew Gon, there was no way in hell he would take Kite up on his offer. Gon wanted to find his dad with the skills he had and the clues he found.

"No thanks. I'll find him myself."

Atta boy.

You weren't the only one pleased by his response.

"That's a good answer," Kite said with a small smile.

And that surge of happiness once again consumed Gon's aura.

"So anyway, tell me all about Ging! I wanna hear every story that you've got about him!"

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Every story, every little detail about his father, had Gon on the edge of his seat. And even though the other boy wasn't as enthusiastic, he was very much interested in the tales of Ging and Kite.

And a small part of you was too. You wanted to get a good read on his character. Figure out if maybe you were being too harsh on him, or if you were justified in your assumptions. Of course, you knew what you would hear would be sweet. Ging had a special place in Kite's life, so everything said was in a positive light.

But you supposed the same could be said about you depending on who was being asked.

Apparently, Ging was as good as a triple star hunter. And there weren't many of those. [REDACTED] was one of those.

You shook off the negative feeling. You were gonna have a good night and nothing was gonna prevent that from happening.

You'd felt the last flicker from Killua's aura as he drifted off. Gon had dozed off a little earlier, leaving you with Kite.

It was a tiny bit awkward. You never were much of a conversationalist. You were used to talking when necessary. (Or whenever you had gotten pissed) With the kids, it was a little easier. When you had nothing to say, they'd always add something that recharged the conversation.

Even talking with Bisky had been hard. You trusted her judgement, but when it came to non-nen related topics, you just struggled.

And that's where you currently were right now. Trying to find something to say to fill the silence. You didn't quite trust Kite yet.

But it had more to do with who you were as a person rather than him.

From what you could tell, he wasn't all bad. He'd fed your kids and entertained Gon's whims. He kept his cool while you were blowing a fuse earlier.

But it seems he was in the same place as you. Struggling to find something to say.

"...Sooo?" You broke the ice first. Unease settling in your stomach.

He nodded at you to show he was listening.

"In your personal opinion...Is Ging Freecs genuinely a good person?" Your words caused his eyes to widden, confusion radiating from his aura.

"Why do you ask?"

You briefly glanced over at Gon's sleeping form.

"I just don't want Gon to be disappointed if he turns out to be a jerk. And I kinda want to know what to expect." You didn't want to be caught off guard like this time.

Some silence passed as Kite thought of a response.

"He's a stubborn one. And he's very blunt with what he says. Good or bad, he says what's on his mind. There's also his tendency to flake out on people." There was a teasing glint in his eye.

"But despite it all, Ging cares about those close to him. Even if he doesn't show it...Ging isn't the best to get along with, but I don't think that makes him a bad person. Do you?"

You weren't exactly the best judge of character, hence why you asked for an honest opinion. But if you had to say based on that...

"An emotionally constipated ass, got it."

A snort caught your attention.

"Yeah, that about sums him up." The tension suddenly wasn't as thick as before. But before long it was silent again.

"You aren't mad anymore." It was an honest observation from Kite.

"No. Just don't punch my brothers anymore and we can call it even." A slip of the tongue that you didn't catch. Perhaps it was getting a little too late for you.

The male in front of you didn't comment on it. But he sure as hell noticed it.

"Force of habit. Ging was very thorough with his teachings. I'll leave punishments up to you from now on."

"Bold of you to assume my boys have done anything wrong in their lives."

One look and he knew you'd die on that hill. You really did care about them, didn't you?

"GRRRR!"

The both of you startled at the loud noise, only to realize it came from your own stomach.

You tried to suck it in to prevent the loud noise from escaping, not wanting to wake up Gon or Killua. You looked up embarrassed when the noise had stopped.

"You're hungry."

"No I'm not!"

He gestured towards your stomach.

"We both just heard that."

"I didn't hear a damn thing."

"GRRRRRRRRRRR!"

"Shutupshutupshutup," you hissed trying to regain control of your stomach.

"I can see if I have something for you." Kite offered.

Your head snapped up.

"I'm not hungry."

You were a stubborn one, too.

"Pretend I didn't hear your stomach growl, I can still tell you're lying when you say that."

You pouted like a child.

"Lies, you can't prove it."

"I can see deceit in your aura as we speak."

That caught your attention quickly.

You'd stilled and looked at him with wide eyes. Could he really.....

"You can see...my aura?" It had been so very long since you've met someone who could see auras. You knew Bisky could somewhat sense them, but to actually be able to see them.....

To have someone see yours after all these years, you felt a little exposed. But not uncomfortable. It felt a little personal and familiar to have somebody who'd been reading you the same way you read them.

It was something that gartered trust both ways. A trust you were starting to give.

"Yes?" Kite's voice was unsure. Most likely due to your sudden shift in mood.

"That's... nice." Your voice was tired, even though you were so alert.

"You don't sound all that happy about it."

"It's just gonna take some time to get used to. It's been a little over a decade since I've had someone be able to see me." Seems you were feeling a little loose lipped tonight.

"You know, only extremely skilled hunters can see auras. Ging would do it to me all the time. I could never get away with anything."

You appreciated Kite's openness. It made you be a little more open too.

"You're telling me. I could never lie without getting caught. Even if it was something small like if I made my bed. But lying was one thing. Hiding how you feel, that's another."

"An issue of privacy, right?"

"Something like that." You responded.

And at the worst possible time-

GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

You were beyond embarrassed now. Kite tried to hide his smile from you, finding the situation a little amusing.

He rummaged around his backpack, hands finding something that might satiate your hunger for now.

"Here." He tossed you something in silver wrapping.

You eyed him cautiously.

"It's a candy bar. Not the best, but it's what we've got that the moment."

Candy bar?

C A N D Y B A R

It was almost comical the way your eyes lit up. Like a kid opening up a present. Your excitement increased as you took off the wrapper. And as you bit into the bar, all that radiated from you was pure content. You noticed his staring and beamed.

"So what's up bestie?" Your words were muffled from your stuffed mouth.

You'd successfully earned a laugh from him.

You were cute when you were happy.

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You awoke surrounded by the scent of pine needles and something a little stronger. Almost artificially sweet. Cologne perhaps?

Wait a minute.

You opened your eyes groggily and adjusted to the sudden brightness. With your brain still half asleep, you barley registered the slight weight on your shoulders. You were also surprisingly warm.

You stood up, still not quite sure where the pleasant scent was coming from. It wasn't until you felt the weight start to slip off your shoulders and pulled it back up did you realize.

This was a cloak.

A very familiar cloak.

Your face went hot.

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Fun Fact#8: Y/n used to love clowns and puppets when they were little. Not so much now as an adult.

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Tags: @fandomhoe101

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An: Me giggling, kicking my legs back and forth, and twirling my hair every time Kite comes on screen. I just can't help but have Y/n romance him, plus it'll add to future angst. 🥹🥹🥹 Also we love us some foreshadowing 😍

#hxh #hunter x hunter #hxh x reader #hunter x hunter x reader #hxh x y/n #hunter x hunter x y/n #gon x reader #killua x reader #mayhaps a kite x reader???#big sib reader #older reader #found family #x reader #platonic

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stardewremixed · 2 years

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Amusement Park Dates with the Stardudes

A request from anonymous - amusement park favorite rides, type of park, transportation, snacks, how you get there and home, affection, etc. Assumes feminine Farmer. Thanks for the ask!

Sebastian - Haunted House

Any excuse to go to Zuzu. He knows the best place on the edge where you can see the City lit up at night. A bit of fun in the middle of the urban.

Loves all things spooky. And it's the perfect excuse to hold your hand, or pull you into a safe embrace if you scare easily. He's the kind of guy who encourages you to face your fears, but he will be there to comfort you and encourage you if it's too much.

Knows you face mini monsters in the mines so maybe you're just pretending as an excuse to get closer to him. He doesn't mind.

Usually not into PDA, but it's pretty dark in the haunted house. Finds your sudden jumps endearing, especially if you're clinging to his arm. The way your fingers tighten around his bicep.

Doesn't have the heart to tell you not to dig your nails into his flesh, even through his long sleeves. Winces and puts up with it.

Orders you a treat after exiting the experience, like a soothing cup of jasmine tea or stardrop sorbet. Anything really as long as it's not popcorn.

Loves the feel of your arms around his waist as you ride on his motorcycle at the end of the night. The way you lean your head into his back. It isn't until you reach the farmhouse that he realizes he was smiling during the whole ride. Leans you into his bike for a good night kiss.

Alex - Carnival Games

Not so much into the rides, but enjoys the Carnival Games. This man is competitive and enjoys showing off.

First stop is definitely test of strength. Grins and flexes his muscles for you before starting. Might pretend to injure himself just to watch your reaction, but would quickly reassure you that he's teasing. Enjoys when you playfully punch his shoulder in annoyance.

Throwing darts at balloons is fun. He's really good at it. Closes his eyes and throws a bullseye. Shows off and tosses over his shoulder.

Likes impressing you, but he enjoys your company regardless. He's a touchy feely guy, squeezing your hand, throwing his arm around your shoulder, giving you his letterman jacket when you get cold, whispering suggestive things in your ear to throw you off your game. Enjoying when you playfully poke his ribs as you tease him back.

Gets really into the squirt guns in the clown's mouth. Challenges you to a contest. Best two of of three. Loser buys dinner. Buys you dinner anyway if you lose.

Any prize he wins would be yours. Takes a special delight in presenting you with an oversized stuffed animal - maybe a junimo plushie. Loves to make you smile.

Fish and chips is his go-to. If you get tartar sauce on your face, he would kiss it off... with blushing pleasure.

Dares you to try the bungee jumping. You injure your ankle. Carries you out to the parking lot. Makes out like crazy with you in his truck. Maybe some heavy petting. Insists in staying the night to make sure your ankle is okay. Sleeps on the floor like a gentleman.

Elliott - Ferris Wheel

Changes his outfit ten times before showing up. He doesnt know how to do casual. What do you wear to a carnival? Still wears the ascot.

Picks you up at the farmhouse promptly. Brings you roses to start the evening.

Escorts you to the train arm-in-arm. Romanticizes older era transportation. Has an excited little grin on his face when the train horn toots. Talks about the steampunk romance he is trying to write.

Uses a napkin to dab the mustard on his face. He's so proper. He eats his corndog with a fork and knife. You giggle.

His favorite carnival ride is the Ferris Wheel. Doesn't mind that it is slower than the other rides. Gives you an opportunity to talk. It's the opener and ender to the evening. Likes to look dreamily at the views. Planned it perfectly so you reach the top right as the sun starts to set.

Bribes the worker for some extra time on the last ride. Leans in and asks 'May I?' before kissing you. His fragrant cologne hovers in the air long after your lips part. It's the most romantic kiss you have ever experienced. Makes you weak in the knees.

Shyly tells you he feels the same, the heat rising in his cheeks. You don't want to get off the ride and go again. You nearly miss the last train. He kisses your hands when you reach the farmhouse and bids you adieu after a lovely evening

Sam - a little of everything

He's such a kid at heart. Meets you at the bus stop. Talks a mile a minute about everything he wants to do when you arrive. Stops mid-sentence and asks what? You grin and kiss his cheek.

Rides the carousel with you for nostalgia. Points out his favorite pony. Insists on riding on the outside to do the ring toss. Misses every shot.

Bumper cars are loads of fun. Backing into you. Crashing into you. Colliding with your side. He still taps you even when you're done with the ride. You pretend not to notice, secretly enjoying it.

Yells like crazy about the new Splash ride. He wore his swim trunks just in case. Sits right in front and suggests you throw your arms around his waist if you get scared. Doesn't matter. You do it anyway. Holding Sam is like hugging a firecracker... any moment he could dart away, but for a brief few seconds, you feel the sparks. He feels them too.

You get soaked on the ride, of course, and he buys you a hot cocoa to help you warm up while you dry off. Whipped cream mustaches anyone? He will lick it off with glee and kiss you passionately before restraining himself.

Chatters about his favorite experiences of the evening during the ride back. Already planning a return trip to the carnival. Doesn't realize you've fallen asleep on his shoulder. Your presence is nice. Calming even. He tries not to disturb you until you arrive home.

Harvey - Alpine Coaster & Mini Golf

Picks you up in his beat-up Oldsmobile. You listen to jazz on the drive. Wears a bucket hat and sunglasses. Offers to lather you in sunscreen while his face turns red.

Can't be eating carnival food. Packs a healthy picnic lunch for you both. Apples, carrot sticks, avocado and Sprouts sandwiches. Even cuts off the crusts like he did as a child. And of course, pickles.

Has an itinerary for the afternoon. You laugh and tell him part of the fun is spontaneity. He's a bit embarrassed but he loosens up after you tell him you'll look at his agenda.

Would prefer a smaller amusement park, less crowds, fresh air in the mountains kind-of place. He takes you up to his favorite ski resort in the summer.

The Alpine coaster is his personal favorite. A bit of height, but not too much. Not too crazy. Can control the speed. No ridiculous upside down spins, but the curves are still thrilling. And the pull up the mountain is so peaceful.

Offers to play a round of mini golf with you. Insists on using the green club. The color is lucky for him. He's surprisingly good, shows you the proper stance, and is willing to fetch your golf ball when you accidentally hit it off course.

Kisses you on the forehead after saying goodnight on your porch. Kicks himself the whole way home that he didn't give you a proper kiss.

Shane - Thrill rides

Agrees to let you "drag him" to the carnival. You ride your bikes down to the boardwalk. Grunts an apology that he doesn't have a car. You really don't mind and tell him not to worry about it.

He's on a cleanse but he still likes the taste. Pretzels and beer cheese and a Big Gulp soda.

Anything to get the heart pumping. Upside down. Fast spinning. Sudden plunge. He likes it all.

Rides the Tilt-a-whirl a half dozen times. Says you look a little green after. He feels bad so he buys you a ginger ale for your stomach and sits on a park bench with his arm around you while you recover.

Enjoys your scream when you ride the drop tower together. It's the weirdest compliment you've ever received.

Only thing he likes in the arcade is besting the mechanical bull. Hangs on with a death grip.

Tries to shrug it off as no big deal for accompanying you to the amusement park. You cut him off mid sentence with a kiss. It's the only time you've ever seen him beaming.

Victor - roller coaster

Arranges for a private car to drive you to the amusement park. This boy has money.

Picks the park with the most roller coasters. The architect in him is fascinated with the engineering marvel.

A wooden coaster is his favorite. For a truly authentic feel. Nothing quite like it. A bit rougher than steel but it's a treat as few still exist.

Has a system to rate the coaster: 3 rides. 3 tests. Speed. Thrill. Challenge (in the design).

You'll grab lunch at a pier restaurant about midday. He made a reservation. Talks up facts about roller coaster history while waiting for food. He's so cute when he gets excited. He asks if he's rambling. You shake your head.

Shares that he once scribbled designs for his own coaster while bored in class. You encourage him to design a coaster. With him as the engineer, it is bound to be the safest and best roller coaster in the world. He can't help but kiss you.

Lance - Ren Fair

Loves the Renaissance Fair. An excuse to dress up in period attire, eat fried meat on a stick, and be a bit theatrical. A little like everyday Lance, but with more flair.

Wants to watch all the jousting matches. Explains the technical details and is impressed you already know some of the tricks.

Buys you jewelry. He loves to spoil and pamper you. Maybe a gown too with flowy sleeves to wear to the evening dance hall.

Horseback riding is a must. He enjoys helping you in and out of the saddle even though you are perfectly capable of mounting the steed yourself. He blushes at your 'that's what she said' quip.

Brings camping gear so you can stay the whole weekend. Doesn't mind roughing it every once in awhile. Wouldn't presume to share your space so brings a second tent. Still you sneak in to cuddle and accidentally fall asleep in his arms.

Calls you 'milady' the whole weekend and likes to hear you giggle. Bonus points if you call him 'good sir.'

Enters the sword fighting tournament. Wins first prize in honor of his 'lady.' What does he win besides a trophy? A kiss from his girlfriend.

Magnus - Funhouse

Meets you there. You wonder how he beat you since he left after you did but he's a Wizard and he won't reveal his secrets. Magic!

Since he sets up the Spirit's Eve maze every year, it's hard to impress the Wizard. But he enjoys the challenge of the funhouse.

The maze of mirrors is a bit like him... weird and quirky. But ultimately entertaining and enjoyable.

Promptly challenges anyone who dare jump out and grab his lady inappropriately. He could turn them into a toad. I wouldn't dare him.

Likes figuring out the physical and optical illusions in different themed rooms. Alice in Wonderland is his favorite. He has always enjoyed the Mad Hatter.

Doesn't like the clowns. Some memory from his days at the School of Illusions.

Picks up a pound of candy at the concessions - black licorice, sour slimes, rock candy... agrees to share cotton candy with you. As you both bite from opposite sides, he is happy when you meet in the middle for a soft kiss.

Hope you enjoyed! What other requests do you have?

#stardew valley thoughts #stardew valley #sdv headcanon #stardew valley headcanon #sdv elliott #sdv sam #sdv harvey #sdv sebastian #sdv shane #sdv alex #sve magnus #sve victor #sve lance

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ooops-i-arted · 1 year

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I love the man but Dave needs an intervention when it comes to Ahsoka. Because he clearly has nobody around to tell him "no" and "retire this character and develop some of your other female characters already".

FOR REAL THO. Sabine was a very cool and complicated Mandalorian artist with her own separate thing besides her Jedi adoptive dad and brother, never showed any interest in learning Jedi stuff.... oops nvm. Hera was a hero of the Rebellion who fought so hard to free the galaxy and all she gets is a generic Have A Baby ending? Well nothing is more important than our orange clown, dontcha know.

It's ironic he's apparently going down the same path as Lucas. While I'm 100% a prequel stan 5ever, the OT was undeniably better received because it had people pushing back on Lucas more. I think it was Harrison Ford who said "You can write this shit, George, but you can't say it." Clearly no one told him that about his "romantic" dialogue in AotC lolololol.

The majority of the fandom is up Filoni's ass about how he "saved Star Wars" or whatever, okay, make him prove it. Give Rose Tico and her sister some deeper backstory. Let Finn train as a Jedi. Have Rey reflect on her journey and justify while the hell she felt any attraction to Kylo Ren. Show Ben Solo actually being seduced to the Dark Side by Snoke and for god's sake show him doing some atrocities so people stop acting like he's a poor widdle innocent baby. If he's really that good he should be able to redeem the sequels no problem.

#i actually do hope ten years from now when the sequel generation grows up we get a show that 'saves' the sequels (and actually does)#the prequels have their flaws but i'm sick of hearing 'oh tcw made me like the prequels'#anti filoni #anti ahsoka tano #anti ahsoka #anti ahsoka show

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make-me-imagine · 2 years

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Careful What You Wish For

13 Days of Halloween: Day 13

Plot: When Stephen decides he wants to make the sanctum more holiday ready for you, his spell backfires when all of the Halloween decorations come to life.

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Gn!Reader

Warnings: Violence, blood, knives, mentions of death (of fake creatures). Spiders. Snake. Brief clown mention. Mild cursing.

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Walking towards the sanctum library, you could hear Stephen reciting something, as a glow came from the room.

Feeling curious, you peaked your head in, seeing him standing over a fake witch decoration while reciting the spell.

You rose your brow as you stepped fully into the room.

"What are you doing?" You asked abruptly.

Stephen turned to look at you and smirked "Testing out a new spell."

You approached him, looking down at the witch, and seeing a pile of Halloween decorations nearby.

"A spell to do what exactly?"

"I'm attempting to enchant the decorations."

You glanced between him and he witch "Why?"

"'Tis the season."

"That doesn't tell me anything, Stephen what are you really attempting to do, and why do I have a bad feeling about it?"

He chuckled lowly as he turned fully towards you "You sound like Wong."

"That's not a bad thing, he's always right."

"He is not."

"Stephen." You said with a stern tone.

He rolled his eyes lightly "I thought you were excited for Halloween and wanted to decorate the Sanctum?"

"Wait, are you doing this because of what I said?"

He motioned his head lightly in response before he spoke softly "I want you to enjoy the holidays here, with me."

You smiled, feeling touched at his actions. You let out a soft chuckle as you spoke "I am excited about Halloween, and I did decorate the Sanctum, I don't need them to walk around the sanctum on their own. I'm enjoying my time here with you perfectly well."

He smiled but leaned closer, squinting "But you have to admit, it would be hilarious if Wong entered his office only to find a giant enchanted spider waiting for him."

You repressed your smile "Stephen." You warned again.

"Picture it."

Failing to repress the smile, it stretched across your face. You shook your head lightly. "Okay, it would be hilarious, but I still have a bad feeling about it."

"Oh come on, it'll be fun, I promise."

You sighed and shrugged your head "Fine, but if it goes wrong, it's not on me."

He smiled as he leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. "Deal"

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Humming to yourself as you walked down the halls, you stopped as you heard a scraping noise nearby. Frowning you walked further down the hall and peered around the corner.

Your heart jolted as you saw a tall hooded figure at the end of the hall.

"Hey!" You called out, feeling your defenses rise.

As the figure spun around, you felt your body jolt before realization fell over you.

The tall grim reaper decoration swayed awkwardly, it's feet scraping along the ground. A tall scythe held in it's hands, as it's empty eyes stared back at you.

You let out a soft sigh, knowing Stephen got exactly what he wanted. A quick scare, too bad he wasn't here to see it.

Looking one last time at the decoration, you shook your head with a soft laugh. Turning, you continued down the hall, wondering how many of the decorations were enchanted.

Hearing the scraping continue, it took you a moment to realize it was getting louder. Stopping, you realized it was right behind you. Rolling your eyes, you spun around, flinching slightly as the figure stood right behind you.

Your eyes scanned over it, before you saw the very real metal sheen of the scythe in it's hands. You frowned, as you felt a bad feeling rise in your gut.

Suddenly, the reaper moved with a speed you weren't expecting as it raised the scythe before swinging at you. Jumping back with a yelp, as you barely dodged the blade, the reaper quickly attempting to attack you again.

Crouching down, you grabbed the decorations legs and yanked them, causing it to fall backwards. As it fell, you ripped the scythe from it's hands before cutting the head off the figure. The whole body went limp as the head rolled down the hall.

You let out a heavy breath as you looked at the very real scythe in your hands. Your heart was pounding heavily in your chest as adrenaline ran through you.

Looking around with a rush of fear and frustration you called out "Stephen!"

Hearing no reply, you ran through the sanctum, searching for him. Finally finding him, you rushed into the room, breathless.

Seeing you, Stephen stood up, concern lacing his face and voice "What's wrong?"

"Whats wrong is that one of your enchanted decorations just tried to kill me." You held out the scythe as you spoke.

Stephen frowned as he walked up to you, grabbing the scythe "The grim reaper."

"Yeah! And the Grim Reaper just tried to cut me in half with that very real scythe!"

"Where is it now?"

"I took care of it" You breathed out "I cut its head off and it went limp, like it died."

"That's concerning."

"Concerning?!"

"Alright, it's very concerning." He admitted, setting the scythe down.

"How many decorations did you enchant exactly?"

He looked back at you with a slightly startled look "A few."

"How many is a few?"

"A lot."

You closed your eyes and let out a sigh "Oh great."

Hearing a loud thud upstairs, you both looked up, before locking eyes. Stephen quickly left the room, and you followed, wondering what you were about to find.

As you crept upstairs cautiously, you followed the sound of thudding into one of the rooms. Slowly entering the room, you heard clicking sounds from behind table.

Watching with baited breath as the table moved slightly with a thud, before you saw a large spider made of bones crawl out from behind the table.

You felt your chest clench as you let out a soft breath "You've gotta be kid-"

As the spider let out a loud hiss it leapt int the air towards you, you flinched back in fear as Stephen swung out his arm, casting a spell. You watched as the spider fell to the ground in various pieces, all of the bones clanking against the floor.

You let out a large breath as you shook your head, as if dispelling the fear you just felt. "Is that the spider you wanted to scare Wong with?"

He looked back at you and rose his brow "No."

Your face dropped, your voice holding a sense of defeat "There's another one somewhere?"

He shrugged his head "Yeah."

You let out a soft groan as you turned around into the doorway. You let out a startled gasp as you were met with large angry eyes.

As the tall green witch let out a wicked laugh and grabbed you, you felt your feet lift off the ground as you were pulled out of the room, and over the banister, hanging above the stairwell.

Stephen ran out of the room behind you, as his cloak flew off his shoulders and towards you.

Feeling the cloak wrap itself around you, Stephen attempted to take out the witch, but it dogged his magic and let out a loud laugh as it yanked you down.

You let out a startled yell as you felt yourself drop, as the cloak attempting to pull you from the witches grasp. The witches grip was tight on you as her long fingernails dug into your skin as she and the cloak used you in a game of tug-of-war.

Seeing Stephen out of the corner of your eye preparing to disenchant the witch, you saw a large white object appear behind him.

"Stephen!" You yelled in warning.

Just as Stephen was about to cast his spell, a white sheet wrapped around him, as the ghost decoration pulled him towards the ground, binding his arms to his side.

As Stephen struggled against the ghost, you felt the witch yank you from the cloaks grasp as she began pulling you towards the window with a great speed.

Stephen, managing to free one of his hands from the sheet, repelled the ghost before throwing it into a closet and locking the door. Turning towards you he saw you being pulled towards the window.

"Y/n!" He yelled out, before disenchanting the witch.

As you felt yourself begin falling, you closed your eyes. A moment later you felt the cloak wrap itself around you, before lifting you back up to Stephen.

Landing back on the ground, you let out a sigh of relief, as Stephen pulled you to his chest.

"Are you alright?"

You nodded with a sigh "Yeah I'm aright."

Hearing a fast paced clicking sound, you and Stephen spun around to see the bone spider, a few legs down, running towards you.

Stephen reached out his hand towards the spider. You flinched as it turned to dust before disappearing entirely.

"Alright. This is ridiculous, I need to cast a disenchantment before this gets out of hand."

"Before?!"

He looked down at you and shrugged his head "Okay, before it gets worse."

Seeing him looking over your head, his eyes widened as he grabbed you, spinning you around, away from something.

Looking back, you saw a large clown decoration, knife in hand, lunging at Stephen. Knocking the clown back, you heard Stephen hiss in pain as the knife cut his arm.

The clown laughed merrily as it jumped around out of Stephens view. Preparing to run over to help Stephen, you let out a gasp as you were grabbed from behind. Feeling a sharp pain in your leg, you began to let out a yell, but felt a hand placed over your mouth, muffling your cry.

Looking back over your shoulder, you saw the smiling face of a scarecrow as it began dragging you down the hall. Looking down at your leg, you saw blood as the scarecrow pulled the knife from your thigh.

Swiping your legs, you knocked the scarecrow back. Spinning around, preparing to fight it, you felt goosebumps rise up your arms as the smiling face quickly changed to a angry frown.

As the scarecrow lifted the knife up, you spun, kicking your leg out, knocking the knife from it's grasp. Ignoring the pain in your leg, you lunged for the knife, grabbing it just before the scarecrow.

Spinning around, you swiped the knife, slicing open its chest as straw and cotton became visible.

The scarecrow let out a angry muffled groan, but seemed unaffected. Lunging at you, it grabbed your arms, holding the up, along with the knife.

Letting out a frustrated groan, you pushed the scarecrow away, kicking it towards the banister. As it stumbled, you reached out, grabbing it's head. You yelled out as you pulled it's head off before quickly tossing it over the banister. As the scarecrows body began spinning around wildly, you pushed it over the banister as well.

Hearing a thud nearby, you looked over to see the clown decoration fall to the ground as Stephen stumbled out into the hall. Looking over at you, he saw the knife in your hands, and then the blood coating your leg.

His eyes widened as he began to walk over to you "Are you alright?"

"I've been better" You winced as you met him.

As he got to you, you both froze as you heard a groaning sound. Turning to look behind you, your eyes cast to the ground at the end of the hall, as you saw half of a zombie slowly crawling towards you.

"You really enchanted all of the decorations didn't you?"

He nodded "Yep."

Suddenly from the floor below you, you heard a loud familiar shriek. You and Stephen looked at each other and he closed his eyes briefly before shaking his head.

"I know. Be careful what you wish for."

Walking over, the two of you peered down over the banister.

Seeing the limp body of a giant spider fly into the wall before hitting the ground, you saw a bewildered and scared Wong came into view. Looking around, he finally spotted the two of you above him.

"What is going on!?" He yelled up at the two of you

You quickly pointed at Stephen "He did it!"

He looked over at you with mild offense before sighing and looking back down at Wong "I'm handleing it!"

Wong looked past you and pointed "Zombie!?"

You looked over, seeing the zombie getting close. Stepping away, Stephen walked over to it before casting a spell.

You watched as the zombie, went limp and fell motionless to the ground.

Sighing, you walked past it cautiously, and down the stairs, meeting Wong on the landing.

Looking down at your leg he pointed "What did that?"

Hearing a soft padding nearby, you peered into the next room to see the headless scarecrow wandering around, bumping into walls.

"That."

He frowned before lifting his hands and casting a spell. You saw as the scarecrow went stiff before falling to the ground. "Animation enchantments, are always tricky, and risky!" He finished with a pointed look towards Stephen.

Stephen, walking past you made his way into the library "I'm going to cast the disenchantment!" He called back over his shoulder.

"You're just now doing that?" Wong asked angrily as he followed him.

"In his defense we've been a bit distracted." You said while following behind

Hearing a loud shriek, you jumped as you looked back behind you. Seeing a large banshee decoration flying around above you, you looked over your shoulder at Wong, who stared bewildered at it.

Looking back as it spotted you, and began to fly a you with a loud shriek, you turned and ran into the library.

Quickly, you and Wong closed the doors, just in time to hear the banshee smash against the doors with a loud thud.

You winced before looking back at Stephen. "Any time now."

As Stephen began reciting the spell, you walked further into the room, stopping, when you felt a sharp pain at your ankle.

Gasping as you looked down you saw a large black snake latched onto your ankle. Wong, running over, grabbed the snake, pulling it from your leg, before he tossed it into a large vase.

You gripped our ankle as blood trickled out of the bite marks. "Son of a bitch!" You complained as you hopped over to a chair.

Stephen looked back at you with concern, but you motioned your hand at him "Keep going!"

You watched Stephen cast his disenchantment as you heard the shriek of the banshee outside.

Frowning, you looked over at Wong, who had a similar look on his face, as you both began hearing a loud thudding from a nearby room.

As you looked at the doorway, the sound coming closer, you suddenly remember what had been in that room.

Standing up you muttered out "Oh no."

Stephen glanced over, remembering as well "Oh yes."

Wong looked over in confusion "What?"

Hearing the loud footsteps just outside the archway, you both looked over to see the large 15 foot tall skeleton step into view.

You stood still, mouth agape, as the skeleton looked around, casting it's eyes over you before stopping.

Suddenly, it arched back before letting out a loud roar before it came stomping towards you. You and Wong both fell into a defensive position, preparing to take out the large skeleton.

But as it grew closer, you watched as it suddenly went stiff before falling to the ground with a loud thud as the head of the skeleton popped off, ad rolled a few feet towards you, stopping just at your feet.

Letting out a soft gasp, you kicked the head away from you.

Hearing thuds and crashing sounds echo throughout the sanctum, you looked over at Stephen who put his hands down.

Looking over at you, he nodded "It's done."

"Are you sure?" Wong asked.

Walking over to the vase, he reached in and pulled out the now rubber snake before looking back over at Wong. "Yes, I'm positive."

You let out a sigh of relief as you finally let down your defenses. Locking your eyes with Stephen you spoke with an exhausted voice "Net time I say I have a bad feeling about something. Listen."

He smiled and walked over to you, pressing a kiss to your forehead "I promise." He looked down at your leg and frowned "Lets get those taken care of."

Wong stepped over, gently grabbing your elbow and pointing at Stephen.

"Ah ah. I will help Y/n. You go clean up your mess."

Stephen looked back at you and you just shrugged your head as you turned to follow Wong. "Always listen to Wong."

Stephen let out a soft chuckle as he shook his head. Walking over to the large skeleton, he stared down at it and let out a soft sigh.

Hearing quick clattering behind him, Stephen frowned as he spun around to see a large spider running at him. Letting out a soft yelp, he staggered back, before quickly destroying the spider.

Hearing laughter, he looked up to see Wong, hands up, laughing at him. You were behind him stifling your own laughter.

Wong nodded his head with amusement "Payback."

Stephen let out a sigh as he lowered his head, shaking it, as he turned away. "Yeah, I deserved that."

xx End xx

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hellishattempt · 2 years

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all is fair in love and war. . . jason todd.

it is four in the morning but this idea of the joker kidnapping jason's girlfriend, and hurting her in front of him, has been keeping me awake so here we are.

of course this is going to include violence, blood / gore, descriptive injuries, kidnapping, and other things of that likeness. will also include mentions of hospitals / hospital machinery and leukemia so if you are sensitive / easily triggered by those categories, this is not for you </3

summary : you are the resurrected jason todd's girlfriend, living with your mother and little brother in the crime ridden city of gotham. whenever there is danger near you, the red hood immediately swoops in to save you. this has not gone unnoticed by one particular clown of gotham. so he decides to use you to get to the red hood. && this kinda goes along with the arkham knight route of jason's past.

also i kinda hate how i represented the joker in some parts so bear with me. and this is really long. like. way longer than i anticipated. so. sorry?

with that all being said and done, off we go into this delirious one shot.

"i'm sorry" tears were falling from the girl's eyes. "i didn't have a choice."

the boy scoffed. "there's always a choice." he had been led here, sold out by someone he loves once again. first it was his mother, who cared more for her drugs than she did her own son. now, it was his lover. the two women in his life who he was supposed to always be able to trust. and they were the two who had betrayed him. the irony was suffocating.

"he took my brother. he took him." the girl was struggling against her bonds, tied to the balcony above him. her fresh bruises and the cut above her eye showed she had put up a fight. "he's only a boy."

"so was i," the boy's voice cracked. he was twenty - two now, but it was only six years ago when he was trapped in a warehouse much like this one. he was tortured, beaten and abused endlessly for days, weeks, months. a video was taken over the span of the boy's time away. it was sent to his father. the boy's father had done nothing. he was the most powerful man in gotham, and he did nothing. he watched. when he finally did something, it was too late. the boy was dead. the clown had won.

"you would've done the same if it was any one of your brothers."

"i know. it's okay, i'm not mad," his voice sounded distant. she was right, of course. all of his brothers could take care of themselves, and could be scary sometimes, but the boy loved them too much to let them be hurt in any way, even if he doesn't show it.

"i'm sorry," she whispered once more.

from the shadows, that same maniacal laughter from all those years ago rose up from the balcony. the boy faltered, falling into the arms of two large henchmen, who held him tightly. the clacking of the clown's shoes came closer. "ah, young love. so pure. so innocent." he stepped into the light. "so . . . fragile." there stood the clown prince of gotham in his purple suit and bright green hair combed back neatly. his face was painted snow white, accented with his trademark blood red smile. the red looked so much like fresh blood the boy stole a glance at his girl. the cut above her eye had not stopped bleeding. he became sick to his stomach as the thought of the clown's smile being painted with her blood. joker's green eyes were staring down into the boy's deep blue ones. "hello, jason."

the room got smaller. it became harder to breathe. it felt as though he had been slammed into a brick wall. he could still hear it. the scrape of the crowbar. the ticking of the bomb. the crunch of his bones. he could feel the metal breaking him again and again. the ties digging into his skin. the iron taste of blood on his tongue. he had spent six months being abused and tortured by this very villain. it took all of his strength not to just shoot the clown down where he stood.

"it's so good to see you again, little birdie. how's your back? healed nicely after i broke it, i hope. did you get my flowers? i made batsy promise he'd bring them to your grave." the word grave made jason suck in a breath. he had died. and it had been this clown's fault. now he was here, at the mercy of the joker once more.

the joker circled the girl, and crouched down to her level. he ran a gloved hand down her arm. "such a beautiful girl."

"don't touch her!" the red hood shouted from below, struggling against the men holding him.

the clown ignored him. "do you want to hear a joke?" the girl nodded, terrified. she could feel his hot breath on her cheek. "good, good. so, what's red and bad for your teeth?" he grabbed something from the dark with one hand, the other caressing her face. "a brick!" laughing his heartless laugh, the brick came crashing down and slammed into her face. the girl fell to the floor, her scream echoing through the abandoned warehouse.

"(y/n)!" jason's vision rimmed red with fury. he snapped. he wrenched away from his captors, taking both down easily. more of joker's goonies filed into the room. without hesitating, jason killed every single one of them. he would burn the joker down to the ground for hurting her. another scream came from the balcony. jason looked to where she was. the joker had hit her again. distracted, he was easily overpowered. the joker had his people strip him of his utility belt and all weapons. he was helpless.

"now, now, birdie, let's not get too excited here. i know you're just dying for your turn, but don't worry. my crowbar is stored safely away, waiting for your return." the joker walked to the edge of the balcony, tossing the brick between his hands. it dripped with her blood.

"let her go, joker. it's me you want. not her. leave her out of this," jason pleaded.

"ah, ah, ah. sorry, birdie, but no can do! she here is the key to your obedience." the joker just shook his head. he turned back to the girl, "this might sting." the joker continued to hurt her, and jason was defenseless. she grew quieter with every strike, and jason began to worry the joker had pushed too far.

"(y/n). . ." jason breathed. the joker had forced her to stand, and jason got a look at all the damage that had been done. her face was swollen and scratched. the smooth skin now rough and uneven. her hair stuck to her sweaty forehead, matted in knots mixed with dirt and blood. her eyes flitted open and jason got a glance at her irises. one was red from the cut above it. her eye was trying to push the blood out, so it looked as though she was crying bloody tears. her white shirt had been ripped open, revealing her lacy black bra. it was jason's favorite of hers because of the way it defined her features. the lace was torn, and the straps were fraying, slipping from her shoulders. right under her collarbone was red and irritated. the joker had written something on her, much like the "J " he had branded on jason's face. jason tried to make out what it said, but the word was too bloody and too rough to see what it was. her side stained the shirt red, the mark spreading to her stomach. the joker had hit something, and hit it hard. her black flared skirt hid the dark stains of blood well, but jason knew they were there. her long legs were scarred from both the beatings and the jagged floor beneath her. her wrists and ankles were bound by a thorny rope, the material digging into her skin. jason prayed to whatever god what out there that the rope didn't cut too far, for fear of any one of her veins being opened. her bare feet were being stabbed by the jagged iron floor beneath her. blood dripped in a steady stream to the floor below her. the joker had hold of her arm, and it was clear he was the only thing stopping her from falling.

"isn't she so pretty? such a pretty, pretty angel." joker grabbed her face. "wait, now hold on a second. she needs a smile." joker pressed two of his fingers against the wound on her side. evangeline winced, losing her balance, while joker raised the two fingers to her lips and painted a smile on her face. "look, we're matching!" he showed off her smile of blood to jason, his trademark smile right next to hers.

jason couldn't look. his love, his one, his person, was in this mess because of him. she was bloody, broken and bruised because of him. if he had just stayed away, she wouldn't have gotten hurt. but she was so intoxicating. her voice, her laugh, her tendencies and quirks were things he couldn't live without now. it all started in that damn library with that damn book. pride and prejudice. they had tried to check it out at the same time. it was a cliche meet-cute, but jason wouldn't ask for anything better. he had let her check it out, and when it had been returned a week later, (y/n) had left a slip of paper bookmarked on the first chapter. on the note, it read her phone number. "this is a bit risky, but there's no way in hell i'm passing up a hot guy who reads jane austen. call me! xx (y/n)". that was over six months ago.

of course jason called her. she had been so damn beautiful when they met. her hair was half up in a knot on her head, the other fell down in cascading waves. her loose clothes hung from her frame, revealing nothing about the shape of the body beneath it. her lips were slightly chapped, and you could tell she bit on it as a nervous habit. her hands had been cracked, dry from the cold weather outside. she had been standing in the sun, so her blue light glasses reflected across those eyes, and they shone in response.

they set up a date. they were going to meet at the local coffee shop, just across from the library. again, it was cliche, but jason wouldn't have had it any other way. they sat in that coffee shop until closing, having been there for over six hours. they talked about everything: their families, their likes and dislikes, past pets, childhood, and even their most embarrassing moments. when the baristas kicked them out for closing, neither one wanted the night to end. jason wanted to stay with her forever, wanted to hear her lustrous voice for eternity. she invited him back to her apartment, and he smiled so wide as he accepted. they stayed up all night- well, jason did. (y/n) fell asleep on the couch at around four am, three fourths of the way through the six hour pride and prejudice movie.

now here stood the same girl, still just as beautiful, but her beauty was marred by blood and grime. (y/n) looked so helpless in the joker's arms. her broken body was like a ragdoll, limp and lifeless. the sight made jason want to cry and scream and vomit all at the same time. she was so precious and didn't deserve this.

"please," red hood pleaded once more. the psychotic clown just smiled back at him. "i'm begging you. i'll do anything. just don't hurt her anymore."

"my, my. you didn't even beg for your life, but you'll beg for hers?" the joker mused, studying jason. jason was on his knees on the floor below him, his hands bound behind his back. he had been stripped of his utility belt and all weapons. his mask was broken and scattered across the floor, and the domino one wore underneath had been removed. his comm link had been ripped from his ear and crushed. no calling for help now. it was just jason and the joker's army.

"she's all i have left." the words were a whisper, laced with ruin and defeat.

"then i will take her from you, too." the joker pulled out a shiny revolver from behind his back.

"no!" jason called out, tears staining his vision.

glass rained from the ceiling as canisters of smoke gas filled the room. somebody was attacking the warehouse.

a gunshot rang out. a female voice cried in a silenced scream. a body fell to the floor.

"(y/n)!"

just then, four vigilantes landed in the warehouse. the joker screamed out, fleeing from the scene and taking the still body of the girl with him. more goons filled the room as the vigilantes prepared for a fight. the henchmen holding onto jason had let go of him, but he hadn't moved. he was delirious, in shock and unresponsive. a comforting hand was on his shoulder.

"jason? jason, are you okay? are you hurt?" it was dick grayson, aka nightwing and jason's older brother. "come on, jay. we gotta get you outta here." he hauled his younger brother to his feet, slinging jason's arm around dick's shoulders. jason vaguely took in the scene, seeing spoiler, robin and red robin all fighting off men twice their sizes.

"she's gone," jason muttered, mostly to himself. "i couldn't protect her, and now she's dead."

"it's okay, little wing. you're safe now." nightwing's voice was calm. "oracle, red hood's been injured. i can't say how bad, but there's blood all over the warehouse. the joker got to him again. you got to get us out of here." a muffled voice responded to dick's call for help. soon, the batcopter was hovering over them, releasing a ladder for the vigilantes to grab onto. "spoiler, robin, let's go! red robin, come on! we got red hood." the other three nodded in response, running for the swinging rope ladder. but jason's weak body began fighting against dick as he hauled him up.

"no! i won't leave without her!" he thrashed.

"without who? come on, little wing. there's bombs rigged all over the warehouse, we got to go."

"(y/n)! i have to save her. he took her. the blood, it's hers, not mine. please, dick. she's all i have."

dick ran a gloved hand down his face. "shit. jason we can't do anything now. the joker's gone. we have to get back to the batcave first, then we can start looking for her."

jason wasn't happy with that answer, pushing himself off dick. nightwing made a motion to robin that he didn't see, and something sharp was in his neck. his body slowed, becoming numb. dick grabbed him once again. they drugged him? hurt flashed in jason's heavy lidded eyes.

"you bastard. he's gonna kill her," jason croaked. but nightwing just shook his head. then the world went black.

jason awoke some time later, strapped down to a cot in the batcave's medical bay. dick and bruce were in a heated argument a few meters away, while alfred was tending to jason's wounds. tim and damian were spectators to the argument, but it was clear they were on dick's side. cass, steph and duke were no where to be seen. barbara was at the batcomputer, running back the tapes of the previous night's events. jason turned back to his brothers, where it looked like bruce was about to give up. he caught a few words, but couldn't hear much.

"-not stable-"

"-locked up, bruce! he's a hu-"

"it's not safe-"

they were arguing over him, jason could tell. sighing, he looked away, staring at the ceiling.

"master bruce is concerned for you, master jason," alfred's soft voice spoke as the man cleaned his supplies. "you keep running off to track down the joker, and he doesn't understand why. perhaps you should talk to him." the butler left without another word.

he doesn't understand? how could he not? i had to save (y/n), surely bruce understands that. i failed her yesterday, but i won't do that again. i'll find the joker, and i'll kill him like i should've all those years ago.

thumping footsteps pulled jason from his thoughts. it was bruce. he took the seat alfred had just occupied. dick, tim and damian had left the room. jason didn't look at his adoptive father, just kept on staring up. no doubt it was bruce who ordered jason be chained down like a rabid animal.

"jason-" oh no. he was using his tired dad voice. "why did you go after the joker like that yesterday? no one is ever supposed to face him alone." that was a rule bruce had implemented after jason died the first time. dick had nearly murdered the joker when he found out about jason, and bruce had to stop him from going too far. he had already lost one son to the joker, and couldn't lose another. one of the first things he told tim was to never try and face the joker without bruce or someone else there. even then, bruce didn't like the idea of any of his children taking on the clown prince, no matter how many stood against him. the joker was just too unpredictable.

"i had to save her." his voice was dry.

"save who, jason?"

jason said the answer as though it was obvious. it was to him. "(y/n)."

bruce's sigh could be heard halfway across the world. "jason, how many times do we have to go over this? (y/n)'s dead. she died three months ago."

the memory played in jason's head without his permission.

(y/n), lying in a hospital bed with a forced smile stretched across her lips. the heart monitor next to her was slowing, as was her breathing. the girl's cold hands were clasped firmly in jason's warm ones. it was just them in the room, the doctors had left to give them privacy. they were supposed to be saying their goodbyes, but no words could be spoken. she had been diagnosed a few weeks before they met, but had abstained from telling him until a couple months ago.

"say something, please." her voice was barely above a whisper, but that was all the strength (y/n) could muster.

"what's there to say? you're going to die tonight, and i can't do anything about it." jason didn't know how to process his emotions, so he had just turned them off. he felt like he was suffocating in this stupid room. "we were supposed to have the rest of our lives together. i had plans for you and me, you know? i was gonna build us a pretty yellow house, far from here. i was gonna marry you, give you a couple of kids, you know? i was ready to drop everything for you. give up my life as a vigilante for you. but now you're gonna die. you're dying right now."

his words hurt her heart. she wanted that life with him. she wanted kids with him, she wanted to marry him. "i wanna marry you, jailbird." jailbird. it was her nickname for him once she learned he was former robin and now red hood.

"yeah? really?" he picked up his head, to meet her starry, watery eyes. she sniffled and nodded. jason smiled a little and pulled a box out of his pocket. he got down on one knee and opened the box. inside, was a beautiful wedding ring, given to him by his stepmother, catherine todd. she was a shitty person, and he didn't care for her at all, but the ring was the only thing she left him when catherine died. "(y/n), i love you more than i've ever loved anyone. i didn't even think it was possible to have all the feelings i have for you. please, will you marry me?"

her tears rolled down her pale cheeks. "yes, of course, baby. of course i'll marry you. i love you so much, jason. i love you so goddamn much."

(y/n) died hours later.

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&&. okay so tbh i didn't know how to end this, and then when i decided i wanted the reader to end up being dead i didn't know how to do that either. so the last like eight paragraphs are kinda just a disaster. oh well. hope you enjoyed and i always take requests! i write anything and everything having to do w dc / batfamily, so don't hesitate to ask for the wildest of things. xx atticus

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