#to ask if the jeweler getting away with shooting em

[silassinclair]

Yandere Wild West Outlaw x Reader

CW// Possession, Obsession, Yandere Behavior, Jealousy, Suggestive Content, Gaslighting, Maddox has a housewife fetish (16+)

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When Maddox first saw you hiding in your wardrobe after having killed your Father he was shocked to see such a pretty woman inside. He knew your Father had a daughter but he didn't know she'd be a fierce and beautiful young woman.

Maddox knew he had to have you. No way was he going to leave you in this bumfuck town in the middle of no where. You're too valuable.

He ties you up and takes you away from your hometown. You're his now so he's taking you with him wherever he goes. Having a pretty little accessory like you will give him bragging rights after all.

He takes you to saloons while he plays cards with his buddies. Has you sit still and look pretty on his lap while he drinks and plays. His friends say dirty things about you. Commenting on how submissive you are for Maddox. Maddox eats their comments up like a full course meal.

"You boys wish you had this fine piece of ass. But she's mine."

When you're at his temporary house he has you play housewife. You cook his food, clean his laundry, and most importantly you take him like a good girl and let him use you to pleasure himself.

"You like that yeah? You don't? Then shut your pretty little mouth n' take it anyway. Don't make me mad now."

But over the course of a few months and after spending more time with you he sees you less as an object to brag about and more as a companion. He sees you everyday so of course he develops feelings. Feelings he denies of course.

"You think cus' I'm being nice lately you can just skip doin' laundry? Well you've been a good girl this week so I'll let it slide... But you're doin' it tomorrow! No excuses!"

Maddox takes you to the saloon with him again as usual. This time the sexual comments his friends say make him see red. He draws his gun and shoots them all dead where they sit.

"I should have never let em' say that vulgar shit bout' you. Shoulda never let you in that shithole in the first fuckin' place. C'mon, we're goin' home."

Fucks you gently this time and prioritizes your pleasure over his. You're so cute mewling beneath him. Praises you instead of degrades you.

"You can take it princess, c'mon! Don't tell me to slowdown when I can feel how good you feel on me. Yeah that’s it, good girl. Doin’ so good for me… Ya’ feel divine~"

He slowly starts bringing you into town less often. When you ask why you can't come with him he simply says that you're safer at home.

A month goes by and you're tired of being holed up in his house. So you take the risk and leave while he's taking his afternoon nap.

Bad Choice….

"You thought you could leave me?! Baby I love ya', I really do but sometimes you're real fuckin' stupid."

Locks the doors, windows, and always has his eye on you. When he has to go out he keeps you tied to the bed by the ankle.

Every night he holds you close to him. He's a light sleeper, he'll feel if you move and try to escape him. If that happens he'll embrace you in a nearly bone crushing hug.

He’ll wrestle with you if you try and fight him, but he’ll never strike you. He’d never do that after seeing the abuse his Mother endured from her customers at the brothel.

Comes home one day with two golden rings. He wears one and forces the other onto your ring finger. It's a perfect fit.

"You're my wife now and I'm your husband. You'll address me as such, got it?"

No wedding, no priest, no judge, no documentation. He says you're his wife now and that's that.

"There's names engraved inside the rings.? That's just the name of the jeweler I got it from... Don't worry your pretty little head about it."

You two never get to settle down. You hop from one abandoned home to the other. After all he needs to always be on the run from the law. It's a stressful but exhilarating lifestyle. Danger lurks at every corner.

Loves calling you by his last name. Though your last name is still legally L/n; Maddox says that since you’re his wife you have his last name. After all you two are wearing the rings to prove it!

"Thank you for the meal Mrs. Graves, God you're perfect. Where have you been all my life?"

He adores your body. Doesn't matter what body type you have. Chub? He's kneading it with his hands while he praises you like the goddess you are. Insecure about how the outline of your ribcage is visible? He traces his fingers down to your tummy and then goes even lower... He can't keep his hands off.

Favorite thing to do is hug you from behind and just press your backside against him while you do chores. It feels so domestic and it makes him feel like he isn’t a wanted criminal for a moment.

Kisses? He loves to kiss you! His favorite spots are your ankles, tummy, and forehead. And your lips ofc!

Whenever you have to slip your stockings on he swats your hands away and does it. He’ll pull them up sensually and slowly, trailing kisses from your ankle up to your thigh as he does so.

“Your skin’s so soft princess, just wanna take a bite. You’ll let me right?”

He loves animals. His horse Jasper is his best friend. Jasper won't let anyone ride him except for you and Maddox. Anyone else gets thrown off and stomped on.

Since this is the 1800’s people don’t really bathe as often. But Maddox is different. He can’t stand having grime on him for too long after you called him stinky once. So now he bathes more often than most. And you bathe with him too. You have no choice in the matter.

“Mmm love it when you wash my hair sweetheart… Ya’ fingers feel like heaven..”

Maddox is a tough guy. He's taken bullets, stabs, you name it. He even survived a hanging once. If anything happens to you he'll fight God himself just to keep you safe. Even if it costs him his life.

"GET YA' MEATHOOKS OFF MY WIFE YOU FUCKIN' ANIMALS!"

Tells you he loves you everyday. And if you don't say it back? Well he'll just bug you until you say it. After your "marriage" he doesn't really punish you anymore. You’re his partner for life, you deserve the world.

Respects women. His Mother worked in a brothel so he witnessed how men mistreated women. He could never do that to you... Even though he did early in your relationship. But he'll never admit that! Bring it up and he'll call you crazy.

"Sweetheart I never harmed a hair on your head, quit talkin' nonsense."

Teaches you how to fire a gun just in case. Hopefully you'll never have to use the skill though.

Spoils you whenever he can. Maddox has a decent amount of money but it's still pretty tight. Buying you things isn't an option because being on the run means you need to have minimal baggage. So he treats you to dinners and cute little dates.

Overtime you get used to this life. You forget he ever even killed your old man.

Anyone is free to request anything! Don't be shy! I'm hyperfixiating on this oc so I'll happily write anything for him. As long as it isn't blatant NSFW :-)

[ganglands-marseillais]

Lil Haïti Baby by Future

It's that EVOL, ah

You understand me?

I bagged this bad bitch, it was nothing to get her

You want a whole brick? Oh it's nothing to get 'em

Oh, you want diamonds like this? It wasn't nothing to get 'em

I had to focus, then it wasn't nothing to get 'em

Hey, thirty thousand on a watch, I swear thank God I'm ballin'

Feds watching on my spot, they say somebody called 'em

Hottest nigga in the streets, they see my Audemar

Hottest nigga in the streets, three thousands grams a show

Boston, Georgia, I'm with that game, you got that girl that blow

Oh, you want my life, that's la famil, that's all I know

Catch me pissing out the codeine from the night before

This for Khaled, this for niggas 'round the Ace and bottles

This for G-rod, C-Rod, all these niggas banging B's

This the greatest story never told, you gotta see it

I, I got some names but I ain't gon' never drop 'em

Aye, she say my name but she won't ever drop me

You want an R&B chick, shawty it ain't nothin' to get her

You want to run around the town, well it ain't nothin' to get her

You want to drive around in that Rolls, you know it ain't nothin' to get her

You know that I'm gonna make homies ride for me, it ain't nothin' to get 'em

We throwed away that money 'cause that mula swole

I throw that grams of bar, I'm servin' in the cold

Got fifty eight grams of bar, we servin' Peter

They say they got Magnolia, shawty bangin' either

They trapped inside Angola, they was out the NOLA

Then fuck around and then know you, got to be a cobra

They cooped up with that yola, not that good coke cola

I fucked around and showed them that my heart is colder

My water whippin' issues now we packin' pistols

They packin' gats and lots these niggas sending missiles

They say they hate the kid, the kid was gettin' mula

You wanna ask around, then you can ask my jeweler

Buddy came around, he shot 'em on a bike

Oh he poppin' wheelies, a lil Haiti baby

Oh they say that nigga he a lil Haiti baby

Oh they say that boy he just a lil Haiti baby

Shoot in broad day, he shoot in broad day

Shot the whole window up in broad day

Oh that's that lil Haiti baby, Haiti baby

Oh that's that lil Haiti baby, Haiti baby

Dumping down the pills, I feel my head explodin'

Roll a pound of dope, I gotta keep on smokin'

Money comin' in, we ain't gon' never spend it

Ten thousand bags of kush, we ain't gon' never listen

I just wanna be there for my nigga, woo

I just wanna go back to the Bentley store

I just wanna go back to the Lamb' store

I just wanna buy another Rover though

I just wanna get back on a yacht tomorrow

I just wanna buy another spot tomorrow

All this money comin' in, can't never spend it

(I swear) All this money comin' in, we still winnin'

Shoot in broad day, shoot in broad day

Shot the whole window up in broad day

Oh that's that lil Haiti baby, Haiti baby

Oh that's that lil Haiti baby, Haiti baby

Coke in all the cars, we ain't got no facade

Pull up in that 'Rari, we don't know facade

Pull up with that yappa, it was no facade

Lettin' off all the rounds, it wasn't just no facade

Buddy came around, he shot 'em on a bike

Oh he poppin' wheelies, he a lil Haiti baby

Oh they say that nigga, he a lil Haiti baby

Oh they say that boy, he a lil Haiti baby

Shoot in broad day, he shoot in broad day

Shot the whole window up in broad day

Oh that's that lil Haiti baby, Haiti baby

Oh that's that lil Haiti baby, Haiti baby

Dumpin' back these pills, I feel my head explodin'

Jumpin' out these whips, we ain't on no facade

Pull up in that 'Rari, ain't no no Facade

Pull up in that 'Rari, ain't no no Facade

Shoot in broad day, he shoot in broad day

Shot the whole window up in broad day

EVOL

Queen Maxíma of The Netherlands

[whump-me-all-night-long]

The Jewelry Box: Emerald’s Shattering

This was supposed to be for @brutal-nemesis‘s Plant Day, and then it veered off in a completely different direction, but it still has plants in it? Also it made me cry, and my tears watered my crops so

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CW: GRAPHIC CHARACTER DEATH (or, believed death), gun violence, home invasion, intimate whumper, I can’t really think what else, but this piece was an emotional rollercoaster for me, let me know if I need to tag anything else

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A loud shattering noise had Asa sitting up in bed, covers already thrown off. Laying next to him, Em cracked open one eye, mumbling something incoherent before rolling over and falling back asleep. 

Shooting his partner an unimpressed look, Asa swung his feet over the side of the bed, inhaling sharply as they met the cold floor. He absentmindedly wondered what had happened to the socks he had been wearing last night as he left the warm comfort of their bed, the chilled air biting at his skin. 

Grabbing his robe - or it might’ve been Em’s, he couldn’t tell in the dark - he slipped out into the main room, squinting. “Muffin? Dora? Schmidt? Which one of you knocked over one of my plants this time? Schmidt, I swear if it was you again, I’m going to make you an outdoor cat.”

He stepped further into the room, rubbing at his eyes. Glancing at the digital clock displayed under the TV, he saw that it was almost 4 in the morning. He’d have to be up in a little over an hour for work. Sighing, he moved towards the large floor to ceiling window.

The moonlight hit the floor, and he saw several of his beloved plants knocked over, dirt spilling out from them. With a sigh, he bent over to pick them up, figuring he’d leave cleanup till morning - or, better yet, make Em come clean it up - when he caught sight of one of the window panes swinging open, as if it had come unlatched at some point.

Frowning, Asa caught the latch with his fingers, hurriedly redoing it, shivering against the cold air that had swept in. “What the-” he mumbled. “When did that happen?” Then he felt the sharp bite of cold metal against his neck.

Stiffening, he heard a cold, smooth voice say, “Now, you’re going to do exactly as I say, or things are going to get messy.”

Taking a slow breath, Asa stilled his hands. “I- I don’t have very much money,” he said softly. “But you can have as much as you want. Just don’t hurt me.”

Hands as cold as the stranger’s voice trailed down the side of Asa’s face, squeezing lightly. “I don’t want your money,” the stranger said, almost gently. “I want you.”

It was as if his heart had leapt into his throat. Before he could stop himself, Asa was turning around, mouth gaping open. “What?” he asked, incredulous, looking up at the shadowy shape standing over him.

The stranger, who Asa could now see was a rather handsome man - well, handsome if he wasn’t currently holding a gun on him - in a smart suit, smiled. “I said that I came here for you, not any of your money.” He shifted the gun, now pressing it against his temple.

“Here’s what we’re going to do,” he said in his irritatingly silky voice. “You are going to stand up, slowly, with no sudden moves, and then we are going to calmly walk out of this apartment and you are going to come with me.”

“Like hell I am!” Asa retorted, louder than he expected, flinching afterwards, half expecting a gunshot to the head. 

If anything, the man looked amused. “Your other option,” he continued, flicking his eyebrows up, “is for me to walk into that bedroom over there, shoot the man lying unconscious and utterly unaware of what’s going on out here in the head, and then you can come with me. It’s completely your choice.”

Lips parting slightly, Asa swallowed, eyes darting between the stranger and the cracked open bedroom door. “Don’t,” he whispered softly. “I- I’ll do whatever you want. Just leave him out of this.”

The man smiled, moving the gun to nudge Asa’s head up higher. “Excellent,” he said, flashing pearly white teeth. He motioned for Asa to stand, and he complied.

Em chose precisely that moment to come stumbling out of the bedroom, still half asleep. “Love?” he said, speech slurred. “Which one of the kids was it this time?” Blinking his eyes open, he suddenly took in the situation in front of him and the tense atmosphere. 

Asa’s heart sped up. Before he could think better, he lunged forward, still half on his knees, catching the stranger’s sleeve. “Please,” he pleaded, eyes wide with terror. “I- I’m going with you. Leave him alone, please!”

Em froze. “Asa, what the hell is going on?” he asked, voice tense. His eyes, sparking gold in the dim lighting, never left the stranger. 

The stranger glanced down at Asa, cupping his face with bone chilling intimacy. That was enough for Em, as he lunged forward, trying to knock the gun away. The man looked back up, as if expecting it, and in one smooth move, he covered Asa’s mouth and shot Em right in the heart. 

Asa screamed, muffled by the hand, as Em stumbled back, as if in slow motion, one hand reaching up to his chest, where a horribly dark stain was quickly spreading across that stupid nightshirt he had bought a few years ago after getting completely wasted, before he collapsed to the ground with a wet, sick thud. Somehow, Asa found the strength to break away from the man, crossing the room in only a few steps. 

He dropped to his knees, ignoring how they barked in pain, his hands frantically reaching for the hole in Em’s chest. Em looked up at him, mouth moving without making any sound.

“It’s alright,” Asa lied. “You- you’re gonna be fine, okay?” He tilted Em’s head with one bloody hand to look at him better. “Just keep breathing and looking at me. Everything’s okay.”

Em stared at him, eyes wide and pupils blown wide, almost completely covering his gold-flecked brown eyes. He swallowed rapidly, weakly covering the hand Asa still had over the wound. His lips trembled as his breaths became shorter, wetter. 

“Please, love,” he whispered, barely louder than his rasping breaths, which sounded all too loud in Asa’s ears. “I- I’m scared. Don.. don’t leave me..”

Asa shook his head. “I won’t, I promise. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. Just don’t go, okay?”

Em gave him a weak smile, tainted by the fear in his eyes. “I.. don’ think.. have a.. a choice.. Love..” His eyes slipped closed, hand dropping from Asa’s.

Asa stared down at him, not quite believing what had happened. He felt cold, as if freezing water had just been dumped on him. He was shaking, he noted numbly, staring down at his hands, still warm from Em’s blood. 

He squeezed his eyes shut, taking a shuddering breath, a couple tears slipping out. When he opened them, his eyes caught on the blood pooling out from under Em, mingling with the spilled dirt from their plants. His mind flashed with the painting Em would do of it - Shattered Dreams - before he remembered. Remembered that Em wouldn’t paint that, wouldn’t paint ever again.

A hand rested on his shoulder, and he didn’t have to look behind him to know the man was standing there. “Shame,” he said coldly, raking his eyes over Em’s body. “He was quite pretty. Too bad he couldn’t listen to simple directions, isn’t it?” He tugged Asa up, grip tight around his arm. “Let’s go,” he ordered, practically dragging him towards the door.

Asa stumbled along, tripping over one of the fallen, broken pots and landing hard on his hands and knees. His hands made fists in the soil and shards of ceramic that bit into him, drawing blood. Tears joined the blood and dirt mingling on the floor. He stared down, at the slightly torn up plant that had once had a home and was now lying broken on the floor. Just like Em. Just like Asa.

Because, although Asa was walking out the apartment, he had truly died the moment Em’s heart had stopped.

[polyghostfacehours]

Oh you are looking for REQUESTS, HUH?!

Well that sounds like a call for Bex to drop some good old horny thoughts in your box. Now what to ask for, what to ask forrrr. Let's get our sweet Poly!Ghostface boys obvi, Billy and Stu, and ya know what is fun? One of my favorites? Edging and orgasm denial. L

et me lay it out. Billy and Stu have some fun with the reader before they have to work, they get off, the reader does not, they make them go off to do their shift still stuffed full of cum and do not let them clean up. The reader of course protests but they tell em that if they are good then they can have whatever they want when they get homeeee. And you know that threesome after they get back home will be insane. Main point is I am desperate to see you write the reader being desperate! Bless ya, can't wait to see what you do with it.

PHEW! Holy shit. 4K words buddy! I WENT OFF on this request. Made sure to add some stuff we chatted about too! This is probably my longest smut piece I've written so far and I'm really happy with how it turned out! I had sooo much fun with the dialogue in this lmao!

TW: afab!GN!Reader, Orgasm Denial, Degradation, Praise, Domination, Dacryphilia, Humiliation, Cum Stuffing, cruel use of vibrators lol

Oops, Denied! - Poly!Ghostface x afab!GN!Reader

"C'mon guys," you whine, canting your hips upwards in desperation "I'm going to absolutely explode if you don't give me something."

Your form layed supine on the bed, your pussy quaking and leaking. You had been denied your orgasm again and again, whilst Billy and Stu indulged in your body like it was a candy factory in flesh form. You felt so full of cum, it was driving you crazy.

"Ah, ah." Stu boops your nose, and you crinkle it in response "Patience is a virtue, babe. Right, Billy?"

You turn your head to the brunette, watching him come closer with one of your more sexy underwear in hand. He 'hmmms' in response to Stu's inquiry and you watch with wide eyes as he grabs your ankles and pulls you towards his looming form. He maneuvers your legs and slips them up your calves, slowly moving them up to your knees.

"Uh, Billy. I gotta wipe this all off first before I start getting dressed again. I have work in, like, 30 minutes." you laugh. Billy gives you a devious look before taking the rag in his hands to wipe the cum off your torso. He and Stu had really gone buck wild on you, denying you the entire time whilst they allowed themselves release after release. It'd be impressive if it wasn't so frustrating.

After your torso is properly wiped clean, you expect him to make the move downwards to wipe your leaking entrance, the amount large enough to already begin a small pool at the crack of your ass. To your absolute shock, he pulls you up to stand and bring your underwear to your mid thigh. You stare up at him, wide-eyed before he leans down to your ear to whisper.

"Be good for us. If you manage to keep our cum in you for your shift, you'll get a surprise when you're back."

Feeling Billy place something in your hand, you look down to see what it was. You were greeted with a short dildo, one that has a wider base with a jewel at the end. It was broad enough to be able to plug up any sort of entrance you had. Holy fuck.

Your eyes dilate as he pulls away. Stu's large hands grab at your hips to pull you against him, and he nips at your neck. He grabs the toy from your trembling hands and circles your entrance with it a little before he sliding it into you, and you feel him smirk against your neck at the moan you let out.

"You do good, and we'll make you scream tonight, baby." his voice is seductive, and reverberates lowly in your ear before shooting down to your groin. Fuck, these guys really will kill you if they keep this up.

But you were nothing if not an obedient slut for the two. So you resign yourself with a nod, determined to keep their spunk in you for as long as you can.

"Fuck. You guys are evil."

The only thing you get in response is a chuckle and a smack to your ass from Stu, one that causes a small burst to leak from around the plug inside you. You groan. This was going to be a long day.

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Work was hell. It wasn't a particularly busy day or anything, thankfully, but you were pent up and (literally) leaking. It wasn't a pleasant feeling, warm cum sloshing inside of you and occasionally breaking it's barrier to slip into your underwear. Not that you expected it to feel nice, but the concept of it was enough to help you power through it. It felt so ridiculously naughty, taboo in the same way keeping a juicy secret from a best friend did. Except instead of your best friend, it was your manager and coworkers. And instead of a juicy secret, it was milky cum.

The trip back home had you feeling incredibly hot and bothered. It was rare that you felt this amount of arousal. You were pent up in the best(worst?) way, and your insides pulsing around the toy inside didn't help. Whatever Billy and Stu had in store for you was going to be absolutely wild. You weren't aware of exactly how long they'd been planning this, but your best guess was that to had been awhile, judging by how excited they had been this morning. You needed it bad.

You were practically panting by the time you got to your front door, and your keys jangled in your trembling hands while you attempted to unlock it. Finally getting it open, you practically stumble inside and close the door behind you immediately.

You expected to see one or both of the boys in the living room, but to your surprise, the lights were out and the room was empty. The evening light bathes the room, warm and dim, and you're able to a catch a glimpse of the sunset from the window across the room. You're distracted long enough to not notice the tall figure moving beside you, and before you can react, you're thrown over the shoulder of one of your paramours, who begins their ascent upstairs.

The movement jostles not only you, but the toy inside, and you feel it press slightly against a sensitive spot within you. The sharp pleasure cuts off whatever snarky comment you were about to spit out with a soft moan. You hear, who you now recognize as Stu judging by the cheesy Hawaiian shirt that now filled your view, chuckle at that and he gives your ass a squeeze before entering the master bedroom you shared and throwing you on the bed.

Before you can say anything, you feel another pair of hands grab your wrists, pulling them above you head, the feeling of silk rope winding around them. You glance up to see Billy's chest as he leans over you and secures you to the headboard, the scent of his cologne invading your senses. He pulls back and looks down at you smugly before speaking.

"You do what we asked?"

You nodded, unable to say anything as arousal pools in you for what seemed like the umpteenth time that day. You clench around the plug in your cunt.

"Good." Stu chimed in, before grabbing at your pants and underwear, pulling them down roughly. Your legs are spread by both, and hot shame fills you as you hear them laugh.

"Fucking gross." Stu giggles.

"Jesus Christ Y/N." Billy snorts "Didn't realize your cunt would be so loose that it'd drip out around this thing." he taps the toy with his index finger roughly and you yelp.

"Whore~." Stu states in a sing song voice, a grin nearly cleaving his face in two.

You groan. You loved when they talked like this, and they knew it. But right now, all you wanted was release.

"Guys...please..." you say, turning your face away, your eyes unable to meet brown and blue. Billy scoffs before grabbing the toy and slowly, carefully, pulling it out. You jerk a little at the feeling, the smooth surface of the toy sliding against your engorged and raw insides deliciously. Cum spills out of you, and you can literally feel it gush out a bit. Both men are eyeing your entrance as it happens, and your eyes glide down to observe the tell-tale signs of their lengths hardening in their pants.

Billy glances at Stu, who nods enthusiastically, and an evil smirk grows on the brunettes face as he moves his hand to the space just above your pubis and pushes down. Even more cum spurts out, and your eyes are wide as you realize just how much they had filled you up this morning. They both release groans at the sight, and Stu begins palming at his front.

"So pretty. With our cum leaking out of you. Mmm, thought about it the whole day. Had to have Stu suck me off earlier 'cause I needed to cum again so bad thinking of your pretty cunt all filled up."

Billy dirty words drove you insane. The way he said it, his voice thick with lust and low in tenor, made your sticky insides clench around nothing. It was unfair how good he was at it. As he was talking, Stu had moved off the bed briefly to grab a few things. He lifts his hand up, and what he had in his hand made excitement pool in your stomach. A thin vibrator. Your favorite one, one who's vibration speed had you nearly screaming each time you pressed it on or into you.

"You've been good! Keeping all of that in you. Soooo. Babe. What do you say to me and Billy letting you cum yourself?"

"Yes!" your eyes light up, not even masking your enthusiasm anymore. Stu's expression matches yours, and you can tell he's excited of what's to come. He turns to Billy and hands the vibrator to him, giving him a small bow that Billy rolls his eyes at, and then moves to take his place next to you. God, you just wanted them to hurry up and give you your release.

But of course, whatever deity that's out there decided to punish you further. You don't know what transgressions you committed in a previous life that warranted this sort of torture, but you knew it must have been heinous. Billy slid the vibrating toy up and down your slit, changing the speed of the vibration anytime he decided to slowly circle your clit with it. In the meantime Stu was on his elbows, groping at and sliding his hands along your chest, leaving hickeys, and nibbling your nipples deliciously as he grinded his hips against the bed, desperate for friction.

Each time Billy started noticing your entrance pulsing, a surefire sign you were going to orgasm, he pulled away. This went on and on until, finally, he looked you in the eyes and licked his lips.

"Alright, alright. I think we've tortured you enough for today." he chuckles. "I'll let you cum now baby. Just sit back, relax, and let me take care of you."

You mentally thanked the now merciful Fates for the soon-to-be end of your torture. Though you suspected it was also because Billy's patience was finally wearing thin. The tent in his pants looked incredibly uncomfortable, and at one point he had unbuttoned it for some relief. The large wet patch on the front of his boxers, though, convinced you that he was indeed doing this for his own mercy, not yours.

He, once again, lowers the vibrator to your aching clit, sliding and circling it. He brings his other hand to dip two fingers into you, slipping them in easily due to the sopping wetness coming from your core. He pumped them in and out and that heavenly come-hither motion and your eyes nearly rolled back into your head. Stu's mouth on your chest had been replaced with his fingers as he moved his head up to give tender licks and sucks on your neck.

You're close. SO close. God, oh god you were closer than you'd been the entire day. You thighs begin twitching, and you moan their names over and over again, a hedonistic chant that had both men's ego swelling as much as their cocks. There. It was right there, holy shit, just a couple more seconds and you'd-

Billy pulls away with a chuckle and you shriek in despair.

No, no, no, no. No.

You were so close.

You were right there.

Tears pricked at your eyes, glistening and blurring your vision. You hear Billy's cruel chuckle harmonizing with Stu's giddy cackle, and you want to slam your head against a wall. You kick your legs a little, amusing Billy. This was agonizing.

"Not yet, slut." Billy sneers and finally your eyes release the fat droplets that had been gathering in them. They streak down your cheeks, and Billy gives a soft moan before reaching over and wiping them away.

"Fuck, you're so pretty when you cry." he groans, and brings up a hand to lick the salty wetness off his fingers.

"Hah! You're such a freak Billy!" Stu says with a playful grin as he detaches from your neck, fingers pausing their abuse of your chest. He sits up on his knees and moves next to Billy, slinging his arm over his and your boyfriend's shoulder, awaiting his next instructions.

"Shut up, Stu." is all Billy could retort with.

"Oooh good one, man. I'm so hur-" Stu's teasing was firmly cut off by Billy's hand grabbing at his shoulder and slamming him down onto the bed next to you.

"I said. Shut. Up." Billy bites out.

Stu's eyes widen as Billy abandons your quivering, crying form in favor of ripping down Stu's pants and boxers, large cock springing out and slapping against his stomach. Billy goes and begins to pump Stu as the taller man bites his lips and groans. He takes a moment to regard the blond, before his eyes slide to you, still dripping, shaking, and frustrated.

"You're going to watch me wreck him, baby. You're going to see me give him exactly what you're fucking begging for. " Billy growls out, his hand working at Stu faster and faster, smearing pre-cum all over his angry, red cock. Stu began arching his back, eyes screwed shut and getting louder and louder as your shared boyfriend worked him, stroking and twisting and flicking his wrist at a steadily increasing pace.

Billy bends forward to lave his tongue over the leaking tip of Stu's cock, and he makes eye contact with you all the while. You keen at that, rubbing your thighs together, clenching and unclenching around nothing. You wanted it so bad, needed it. Fuck your dignity. You began your desperate pleas.

"Oh, god. Billy, yes yes pleeease let Stu cum. Then let me cum, please, I need it so bad. I need your cock more than I need anything else, please!"

Billy seemed pleased at your begging, his lips stretching into a grin around the tongue that was currently lolling out of his mouth and pleasuring Stu. Stu turns his head over to you, eyes now open, face red and glistening. He gives you a dopey grin and you give it back. He mouths a 'thank you', probably for your begging for him cum in his stead, and you decide not to comment that the reason you did is so that Billy could move on from him and back to you.

With a hum, Billy works Stu impossibly fast, jacking him with vigor. His lips close around the head of Stu's cock and he gives a firm suck, and Stu's hands go to grip either the bedsheet or your hand as he gets ready to cum. You knew by the near-painful grip on your hand that he probably wanted nothing more than to grab Billy's head and shove himself all the way down his throat, but he knew better than to try and pull something like that.

You're about to say something about how hot this was, when Billy pulls his mouth away from Stu's pulsing member right as he begins to cum. He angles Stu's dick so that hot ribbons of cum paint over your abdomen instead of his, and you stare in shock as your stomach and chest are coated.

Billy deviously smirks at you, unceremoniously releasing the softening cock in his hands. Stu looks down in surprise at his mercifully bare stomach, and then over to your messy one, before sticking his tongue out and guffawing. God, this was humiliating.

Stu sits up and nudges Billy with his elbow, who glances at him with the same satisfied expression the other had.

"That was meeeean, man." Stu says, trying and failing to give you a sympathetic gaze. The twitching corners of his lips gave away his delight. Sadistic bastard.

"Yeah?" Billy cracks his neck and shrugs. "Well, I think our little cumdump is getting exactly what they deserved."

"True, true." Stu nods sagely, "It is what they were made for anyway."

You groan, and once again you feel wet heat pooling behind your eyes. You didn't want to cry again, you just wanted to cum. You knew what you had to do.

"Please. God, please please please let me cum! I've been so good for you guys today. I let you stuff me with cum. Went to work with it. Didn't let it all leak out, kept in so much. I let you tie me up and watched you. Please, I just want to cum. Just once. Fuck, I'm going crazy." you sob out. You'd say anything at this point.

"Huh." Billy states looking over at Stu "You hear that Stu? I think they want to cum."

Stu snickers, shrugging his shoulders with a smile.

Billy looks back at you, appreciating the view and your tears for another brief moment before he moves in between your legs, wrapping them around his waist. He slides his jeans and underwear down to his mid thigh, grabbing himself and slapping his length against your clit a couple of times before sliding his cock back and forth on your slit. You're so wet, and he's coated in your juices in absolutely no time. His cockhead nudges your engorged, throbbing nub, and you shudder and moan at the sensitivity. Stu lays back down next to you, lowering his head to your chest again and closing his head around a nipple, licking away at his own cum and beginning his clean up of your chest.

Billy bites his lips at the sight and leans forward, moving his lips next to your ear and his hand moves up to slide over the other side of your chest.

"You're right, you've been such a good slut for us today." he says, kissing your earlobe and positioning himself at your entrance. "Guess I can give you what you've been whining and bitching for."

That's the last thing Billy says before he slowly, finally, finally, slides into you. As he does this, Stu's hand moves itself down your body and begins rubbing and pinching at your clit. You throw your head back, closing your eyes in bliss, thank you's and god yes's pouring from your smiling lips. Your walls are sensitive, oh so sensitive, your inner clitoris swollen and singing deliciously at each pump.

Billy gives you exactly what you want, angling himself in a way that he knew drove you crazy, displaying how deeply his intimate knowledge of your body ran. His pace is rough and fast, and he swivels his hips every so often as he pulls out, driving you wild. Stu's hand speeds up and you arch your back because holy fuck was this heaven.

The teasing, the denial, the frustration and tears. All of it was worth it for this very moment. At first, you had cursed Billy patience. Now you thanked every possible deity you knew of that he had decided to work slowly towards this pay off.

Billy works your body, panting in exertion at the angles he was purposefully going for, but not letting up for a moment, dutifully driving into you for god knows how long. You couldn't keep track, but you knew it was awhile if the sweat collecting at his brow was any indication.

Stu's hand leaves your clit for a brief moment as he releases the nipple in his mouth and turns away, moving to grab something. Before you can whine at the loss of contact, you hear a click and vibrating sounds, and you nearly scream as he latches back onto your chest and brings the vibrator Billy had discarded onto your pulsing nub.

That was it. You didn't even last another minute afterwards. Your orgasm rips through you like a knife driving through flesh and serrating skin, and with a scream you cum. Your walls pulse and pull at the skin of Billy's cock and he screams an "Oh FUCK yeah!" throwing his head back and driving into you at an even more manic pace as you milk him. You feel him throb inside you and with a deep "AH!" he stills and cums inside of you, his hips pressing flush against yours and his brows furrowed in ecstasy.

You desperately grab at the vibrator Stu still had pressed onto you, trying to push it away as overstimulation set in and your teeth begin grinding together. When he doesn't move it away, you glance over at Stu, who had abandoned your chest in favor of pumping his own cock again. His mouth was split in a toothy grin and he practically growled before pushing Billy away from you roughly. Billy let him do so, too blissed out and tired to yell at Stu for it.

But instead of taking his place between your thighs, Stu swings his leg over your torso, planting his foot beside your shoulder as his other leg kneeled, canting his hips forwards as he strokes himself rapidly and desperately. His free hand shoots out and grabs your hair, pulling your head back as he angles his cock towards your mouth.

"Open." he practically snarls.

You do, and a few seconds later he begins shooting into your mouth. The salty taste of his cum invades your taste buds, and you close your eyes in bliss. You feel him lean forwards even more, and soon the head is resting on your tongue. Your lips close around it and you give a soft suckle, cleaning him off and releasing his cock with a soft pop from your mouth. He gives a soft groan at this, before releasing your hair and stroking it affectionately as you swallow all he had to offer.

Once he moves off of you, you all take a second to catch your breath. You turn your head towards Billy, who's eyes were closed, a stray t-shirt he must've pulled off the floor to wipe the sweat off his forehead gripped in his hand. He feels your stare and turns to you, eyes half-lidded, and a dopey smile on his face. It was cute, not an expression you're used to seeing on him.

On your other side, you feel Stu fiddle with the restraints on your wrist and release them. An aching feeling sets in your arms and shoulders and you hiss as you bring them down to lay limply next to you. They were gonna be sore as hell tomorrow, that's for sure.

Your bodies are jostled as Stu flops back down on his side and props his head up on his hand.

"Damn, you two look beat."

Billy shoots a glare at him before mumbling.

"Shut up. Fuckin' pillow princess."

Stu scoffs in mock disbelief.

"Hey I helped too! Not my fault you wanted to jack me off as punishment for them." he nods his head towards you.

"I also was the one who fucked them, dipshit. Try angling yourself the way I did for 30 minutes and then we'll talk."

You smirked, deciding to join in on teasing Stu.

"Billy's right. I suffered, he put in the work. All you did was get off-"

"Twice." Billy cut in.

"-and rub me a bit. You owe us both a massage." you say as you wince and grab at your shoulder.

Stu hung his head in defeat, knowing you two were right, before perking up and jumping off the bed.

"I got it! Hot bath? I rub you both down? Eh, eeeeeh?" he gestures. You laugh and Billy lets out a short snicker.

"Yeah. Sounds good."

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Date with Destiny- Teen Titans x Aquagirl!Reader

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Summary: you guessed it bitches its the prom episode with everyone's fav guy Robin (S2 Ep6)

Pairings: Robin!Dick grayson x reader

Word count: 4218

A/N: hey yall I love writing for this series bfgkfhg so if you want my inbox is always open to request!!! love yallll~

Nights in Jump City are the worst time of the day; the sun is long gone and the wind constantly bites at your skin. But it depends on what you're doing to decide whether you like it or not. Sometimes it’s not as bad; that’s when you’re hanging out with your friends, maybe going to a carnival or out partying all night. Sometimes it’s worse, like you being forced to chase after some villain who decided to only operate AT NIGHT. Unfortunately, the latter is true for you tonight.

You slump over in the backseat of the T-Car while Cyborg and Raven sit attentively at the front.

“Why can’t I sit in the front?” you whine, staring at the two Titan’s heads.

“Because I’m the only one that knows how to drive this car and Raven needs to use her telekinesis so we dont die!” Cyborg yells, focusing on the target, who happens to be a guy with a spider for his head that stole a bunch of jewelry.

You groaned and poked your head out the window. Starfire and Beast Boy were up in the air, Robin close by on his motorbike, and you were all chasing the half-arachnid. You stretched out of the vehicle and made punching movements at the criminal, ocean water from the bay twisting over towards him, mimicking your movements. The jets of water just barely nicked him before crashing into the sides of buildings, the teenage spider continuing to scuttle across the city.

You turn your attention back towards the road as the spider guy created a webbed barrier in front of Cyborg’s car and Robin’s motorcycle. You and Cyborg gasp, but Raven calmly holds her hand up towards the road. It cracks, creating a ramp for the four of you to jump over the webs with.

After making the jump, the half spider looks at the car. He shoots webs at you, and its splats on the car windshield.

“I can’t see!” Cyborg yells, swerving the car over to the side. You lurch forward as you finally come to a stop, thankful that Cyborg had installed heavy duty seat belts.

“I don’t see why you can’t let me drive,” you mumbled, stumbling out of the car. You aimed your hands towards the car and a jet of water sprung out from a fire hydrant, cleaning the silk from the windshield.

“I already said it, I’m the only one who knows the inner workings of the T-car! Besides, you don’t even have your license.” Cyborg said, stepping out of the car calmer than before.

“I do too!- You know what, we’ll talk about this later. Right now we need to find the others.” You say, taking in your surroundings. Then out of nowhere, Beast Boy popped out from behind the car.

“Uh hey guys! Kinda got lost back there!” he grins, dusting off silk strands from his arms.

“I’m going after them!” you tell the other Titans, sprinting off into the direction Robin and Starfire went. You flick your wrist as you run and water from the fire hydrant trickles out and forms a wave that you could ride on, like an aquatic skateboard.

You catch up to the two as Starfire gets shot down by the spider teen’s webbing. You make eye contact as you pass her, unsure whether to help her free.

“Just go!” she yells, already beginning to rip the webs thanks to her brute strength. You nod and race forwards to catch up with Robin. You find his abandoned motorbike and look up to see him chasing after the villain using his grappling hook. I’m trying to help him, but I can barely catch up to him, you grumble as you will the water to shoot you into the air, almost like a hydro-cannon. You bounce from roof to roof, inching closer to the Boy Wonder and his pursuit with the villain.

You were right under Robin when the spider-guy shoots some type of laser at him. Suddenly, he freezes up, and begins to fall, knocking you down with him.

“C-can’t… move,” he grunts, on top of you in mid air.

“YEAH NO SHIT” you yell, still stuck under him. Ok ok, options… you think, time seems to slow down around you. I can’t make a geyser because that’d take too long. I like Robin but not enough to break his fall, hmm…

You notice the grappling hook in his belt. You yank it out and shoot it at the wall you just fell from, wrapping your other arm around Robin. Your arm feels like it was about to fall out of its socket as you abruptly stop, hanging in mid air with Robin safely in your grasp. Starfire catches up with you, having broken free from the webbed trap. She helps you down and brings you to where Cyborg, Beast Boy, and Raven stood.

“He is okay?” Starfire asks, holding Robin in place while you catch your breath.

“He will be. The venom’s effect is only temporary.” Cyborg says, examining the Boy Wonder, who was still frozen in a climbing position.

“Getting away...we have to...go after him!” Robin musters, but almost falls over doing so.

“You mean, we have to go after him,” Raven corrects him.

“Yeah, you gotta wait until that stuff wears off,” you say, knocking on his frozen arm to prove your point.

“But-” Robin begins, but Beast Boy cuts him off.

“Dude, we can handle it. The guy's got a spider for a head. Not like he's gonna be hard to find.” he said. Robin didn’t say anything, which was code for a reluctant agreement. Cyborg, Raven, and Beast Boy agreed that they would go after the spider thief, while you, Robin and Starfire return to the Tower to get Robin sorted out.

Later at the Tower, you watched in utter horror and amusement as Starfire shook Robin while holding his feet. He hung upside down, making random yelps of pain as she did… whatever she was doing.

“Um Starfire?” you say. “You know I have healing powers… I could just heal him if we need to.”

“Nonsense Aquagirl!” she chirped as Robin groaned. “There are few problems that Tamaranean acupressure will not solve. Don’t you feel better Robin?”

“Uhhh yeah, thanks.” he said, getting back up to standing position. “Now we can focus on our other issue.” He pulls out his T-communicator.

“Titans! Any luck on finding our jewel thief?”

“We found something worse,” you hear Raven’s voice from the communicator. A live cam of the scene pops up on the living room TV screen. They were at the bridge near Jump City’s Bay; hundreds of cars pass there per minute. You noticed something was near the bridge cables, and upon closer inspection, you realized that it was thousands of moths gnawing at the bridge support. As more cables broke, the bridge grew more and more unstable, cars beginning to slide around.

“Titans go!” you hear Cyborg say, and the three of them run towards the giant cloud of bugs. Unfortunately, they were no match and could barely put a dent in the population.

“Uh, we’re gonna need backup.” Cyborg says to the communicator. You were already out of your chair and adjusting your wrist gauntlets.

“We’re on our way,” Robin says, the three of you making your way to the door. But a familiar voice stopped you in your tracks.

“Don't bother. Even if you defeat a few of my children, you won't be able to stop me from releasing the entire swarm.” the villain you recognized as Killer Moth said, his face appearing on the screen. “Unless you want your city reduced to a moth-eaten wasteland, you'll do exactly as I say.”

“What do you want?’ Robin asked, brows furrowed.

“My demands are simple. The city will declare me ruler, the Teen Titans will surrender, and Robin…” he starts. You flinched at the mention of the Boy Wonder’s name. What could he want to do with Robin? To step down as a hero? Admit defeat? Reveal his identity???

“... will take this lovely young lady to her junior prom.”

Huh?

“Hi Robbie-Poo!” said a girl who appeared on the screen next to Killer Moth. She had blonde hair and blue eyes, was wearing pink pajamas, and although you had just met her, you could already tell that she was a bitch.

“Um… What was that last part again?” he asked, clearly not expecting that demand.

“Um Robin?” you ask. “Who’s this girl and why’d she call you… er, you know.”

“Her name is Kitten,” Killer Moth gloats. “And you will take her to prom.”

“This prom is the matter of a duel, yes?” Starfire asked, not very assimilated in American culture. “Robin eagerly accepts!”

“It’s not a duel, Star. It’s a date.” Robin patiently corrects her.

“Oh”

“Robin! You can’t do this!” you say, looking at him through his masked eyes. “Isn’t that right Starfire?”

“Oh yes!” she agrees. “You mustn't accept!”

“We’re gonna need a minute,” Robin sighs, pulling the two of you away from the center of the room. You stare at him, arms crossed.

“This is so stupid.” you begin. “What kind of villain makes a superhero go on a date with some girl? And what kind of parent names their child Kitten? There’s no way you’re actually going to go to a dance with some random chick!”

Robin doesn’t say anything about your comments, but opens his T-communicator again,

“Cyborg, report. How bad is it?” he asks.

“Bad! We can’t hold 'em much longer!” Cyborg yells through the communicator. “If you’re gonna do something, do it quickly!” You stared at the floor, knowing what he’s gonna have to say to Killer Moth’s demands.

“I have to do it.” he grimaces. You stayed silent as Starfire reacted.

“WHAT?!” she yells.

“It's the only way to save the bridge. The only way to give us enough time to stop Killer Moth.” Robin explains. Starfire looks at you and back at Robin.

“But you do not even have the feelings for her!” she protests, looking straight at you.

“I’m sorry, but I have to, as much as I don’t want to. And I really don’t want to.” Robin says, walking back towards the screen.

“So do we have a deal?” Killer Moth grins, as much as a person with mandibles can.

“I’ll take the girl to prom.” Robin says grimly.

“Don’t tell me. Ask her.” Killer Moth says, referring to the blonde girl still pasted on screen. Even though you couldn’t see Robin’s eyes, you could tell that he was rolling them.

“You’ve got to be-”

“Do it!” the villain yells. Robin sighs.

“Kitten, was it?” he asks.

“Meow,” she replied. You almost threw up when she said that. You could see Robin reacting in the same way.

“Right. Will you...go with me to the prom?” he said, his voice showing his utter disgust.

“Oh, Robbie-poo! I thought you'd never ask!”

I can’t do this you thought, as the screen finally blipped off. Robin calmly pulled out his T-communicator and projected it onto the screen. Raven picked up, Beast Boy and Cyborg crowded around her. You could see in the background that the moths were no longer gnawing at the bridge. He told them that he bought them some time, telling them to find out what he has planned. Then he shows them a picture of Kitten.

“Who is she?” Raven asked.

“She is a manipulative gremlock not worthy of Robin's time.” Starfire pouts.

“Yeah, she's a bitch too.” you add.

“She's got some kind of connection to Killer Moth. Find the connection, and I bet you'll find him.” He said, turning to you and Starfire. “Aquagirl and Starfire will join you to help with the search.” you rolled your eyes; Is he seriously going to do this alone?

“Hey, what about you? Aren’t you going to help us?” Beast Boy asked.

“I can’t. I have a date.”

.

You and Starfire were going to prepare for your mission when she shoved you into her room. You’ve forgotten how pink all her furniture is, from the curtains to her pillows. She whips out her T-communicator.

“Starfire what are you-” you begin, but she shushes you.

“Starfire to Raven,” she says into the communicator. “Please note that I will be the only person joining you, as Aquagirl will provide Robin backup on his date!”

“Um… okay.” Raven says, then hangs up.

“What??? I’m supposed to help you guys, remember?” you protest. “And I thought you had a crush on Robin??” The alien girl took you by your shoulders.

“Aquagirl, my feelings for Robin have long dissipated, but I am sure you still have the feelings for him!” she chirped. “Do not worry, four Titans are more than enough to defeat Killer Moth! You should go to the prom of non-duels!”

“B-but what do I even wear? Prom dresses were not on my shopping list.” you argue.

“Oh do not worry Aquagirl, you may borrow mine!” Starfire opened her closet to reveal a rack of sparkly dresses, all in different colors. You eyes glittered in awe.

“Ok, I’m in.”

You spent the next half an hour getting ready for the prom. You picked out a blue dress with black lace and black gloves that went out to your elbows. Your suit was camouflaged underneath, just in case you needed to ditch the dress.

“Oh you look wonderful!” Starfire cheered. You blushed, looking at yourself in the mirror.

She flew you over to the prom location, which was on a boat. Water, you thought. Perfect. You looked at Starfire.

“Thanks again for, uh, everything.” you said sheepishly. She smiled.

“It is the no problem!” she says. “I will see you afterwards!” And with that, she flew off into the night. You sighed, holding a corsage for Robin in your hand. You hear the sound of a motorbike. Robin appeared in view; he was still wearing his mask, but his usual outfit had been replaced by a tuxedo. He was still stoically frowning, probably due to not wanting to be here, but something about him just makes your heart skip a beat.

You walked over and tapped his shoulder. He flinched at your touch, but calmed down as he realized that it was you.

“Aquagirl?” he asked, eyeing you up and down.

“Um, just call me (y/n) for today, don’t want to raise eyebrows.” you winked. You pinned the flowers onto his lapel. “It’s my first prom, so I got you a corsage.” It’s true; this is your first prom. You were supposed to go to your junior prom this year, but of course, being a superhero kinda distracted you from that.

“Aqu- (y/n)...” he began. “You’re supposed to be helping the others track down Killer Moth.”

“Well, you said that our job was to investigate that b- uh, girl. And there’s no better way to do it than up close.” you grin. “Besides, Starfire insisted that I backed you up, you never know if you need saving, right?”

Just then, you heard a loud honk from a car. You turn to see a pink limousine pull out. Out stepped an even pinker girl, Kitten. Her headband, dress, corsage, and heels were all an obnoxious pink. She scoured the scene until she found Robin, fiercely waving at him.

“Yoo-hoo! Robbie-poo! Your Kitten has arrived! Me-ow!” she yells. You both physically cringe at her words. Robin leans over to you before he leaves.

“On second thought, maybe I will need the savings.”

You purse your lips as Robin leaves, reluctantly linking arms with the girl. You open your T-communicator.

“Cyborg,” you say. “Robin just entered the boat with Kitten. “How’s it looking on your side?”

“Poor guy,” he says sympathetically. “We just reached Kitten’s house. Going in now. Nice dress by the way.” You grin.

“Thanks man. I’ll be watching him just to see if he needs any help.”

“Got it. Cyborg out.” the screen blips to black and you close your communicator with a sigh. Time for prom.

You awkwardly shuffle onto the boat, making sure to stay a few meters behind the two. Luckily, no one noticed that you didn’t go to their school because they were so distracted by Kitten’s yelling.

“OH ROBIN!, YOU’RE SUCH A GENTLEMAN! NOT AT ALL LIKE MY WORTHLESS EX-BOYFRIEND FANG!!!” your fists clenched as she moved closer to the Boy Wonder, all over his arm. Why did we let her take Robin to the prom again? I’d rather see that bridge collapse than whatever this is.

You stationed yourself at the punch table, pouring yourself a drink. The two were talking at the table. You knew Robin didn’t want to be here in the beginning, but what if he changed his mind? What if, somehow, he falls in love with Kitten, and then you are never gonna have a chance with him?

“OF COURSE ROBIN I’D LOVE TO DANCE WITH YOU!!!” Kitten yelled, the two of them moving towards the dance floor. Your cheeks burned with anger, and maybe a little bit of jealousy. You clenched your fist again, and the sickly pink punch from the punch bowl shot into the air. The couple next to you who was about to get some punch slowly walked backwards away from you. But you didn’t care. You stomped away from the punch table.

You were leaning at one of the clothed tables as you glared at Robin and Kitten dancing away. You don’t even know why you felt so angry; maybe it was the fact that they’ve been dancing for 10 long minutes, or the fact that Kitten’s resting her head on his shoulder, or maybe the fact that you’ve never held Robin’s hand before and she is!

You notice him looking at his T-communicator while he was dancing, relieving you of the idea that he was actually enjoying the dance.

“Kiss me,” you hear Kitten say, and you froze.

“Sorry, I don’t like you that way,” he smirks. “As a matter of fact, I just don’t like you.” YES, you thought, smiling from the table.

“WHAT?!” the blonde girl shrieks.

“Killer Moth’s being taken down as we speak. We’re done here.” He pulls away, tucking his T-communicator into his pocket.

“No we are not!” she yells, ripping the corsage off of her dress. The petals fall away to reveal a cylinder, push-button controller. “Daddy’s not calling the shots tonight, I AM!!!”

“Daddy?” you and Robin said at the same time, in shock. So that's why Killer Moth made Robin go to the prom with her.

“And unless you want me to let those bugs out for a late-night snack, you better pucker up!” she makes kissy noises at Robin, her lips inching closer and closer. Robin put his finger out at them as if to shush her.

“Not even if you paid me,” he said, pushing her away and grabbing the controller out of her hand. They fight over it, and you wonder whether to jump in and help. Suddenly Kitten turns her focus away from Robin.

“Fang?” she smiled. You turned to see the jewel thief from before climbing onto the boat, spider head and all.

“That’s your ex boyfriend?” he asked, staring in shock.

“Get your hands off my girl!” he yells, knocking Robin down with his spider leg, Kitten snatching back the controller. Ok, time to act you thought, holding up your hand. A jet of water sprung up from under the boat and hit Fang, sending him flying backwards.

“And keep your legs off my guy!” you yelled, not even sure if you and Robin were on that level yet. “You alright Rob?” you ask as the Boy Wonder stands up.

“Best I’ve felt all day,” he smirked, ripping off his suit to reveal his costume underneath. You smiled; you two seemed to be on the same track in terms of disguise. You ripped your dress off and your costume uncamouflaged, revealing the familiar blue and black swim gear you always wear. You yank off your gloves to show your gauntlets underneath, the spikes swing up into place. You both look back at Kitten and Fang to find them making out; mandibles and all.

“I think I’m gonna throw up,” you mumble, getting into a fighting position.

“You know…” Robin says, bring the couple’s attention back to you two. “You two make a really bad couple.” Fang charges at the two of you, shooting his webs and venom. One of the webs hit you, sending you to the floor. You used the spikes on your gauntlets to cut yourself free while the spider villain goes after Robin. You finally free yourself as Kitten watches the action.

“Isn’t it romantic? They’re fighting over me!” she swoons. Your cheeks burn hot with anger. Now that you're out of disguise, it's the perfect time to beat her up.

“You’re not worth anyone’s time to fight over!” you quipped loudly, causing Kitten to start screaming at you. She tackles you, and the two of you fall onto the table.

“What the-” you grunt, the air knocked out of you as you crash into the food. You roll over and pin her to the table. You try to reach for the controller, but Kitten smacks a cream pie in your face. She pins you down this time, but you extend your leg to her side and swing, sending her flying across the table. She lands flat on her back, stretched lengthwise across the table. You lunge at her, but she grabs you and dunks your head into the punch bowl. You almost burst out laughing; she was trying to drown you, and you could breathe underwater.

Your eyes glow blue from underneath the punch bowl as the beverage explodes in the girl’s hunched over face. She screams, and you push her into the chocolate cake. She lands on the floor, her pink dress now stained with chocolate frosting.

“YOU.. RUINED… MY… DRESS!!!” she screams, clicking the controller. You gasp in horror, she’s crazy. She runs at you again, screaming and you dodge her, using your water powers to shoot the controller out of her hand. The controller rolls away, right towards the bottom of Robin’s foot.

“Consider yourself dumped.” he said, breaking the controller.

“NOOOOOOO!!!” she shrilled. You rolled your eyes and punched her square in the nose, her falling to the ground.

“I’ve been wanting to do that all night,” you grin at the Boy Wonder, who looked at you in awe.

.

The other Titans rejoined you as you watched Kitten, Killer Moth, and Fang get pulled into a police van.

“Nobody dumps Kitten! Nobody! You're going to pay for this, Robbie-poo! YOU'RE GOING TO PASAY!!” the blonde girl screamed while being pushed into one of the vans.

“So, no second date?” Cyborg jokes. Beast Boy was sitting over the edge of the boat holding one of Killer Moth’s moth larvae. According to them, the controller Kitten had allowed them to turn into moths, but when Robin broke it, they all turned back into harmless giant bugs.

“So what becomes of Killer Moth’s larvae population?” Starfire asks.

“You know...now that nobody's making 'em all mutate-y,.these things might actually make good pets.” Beast Boy said, poking at the larvae's belly.

“Don’t even think about it.” Raven says, staring in disgust.

You and Robin walk towards some of the students to apologize for ruining their nights when spotlights turn on, the bright lights moving across the floor. The two of you braced for impact. The announcer began to, well, announce.

“And now, the moment you've all been waiting for...the king and queen of this year's prom are...Robin and (y/n)!” Your eyes widened at the announcement.

“I’m back on duty so it’s Aquagirl now! Sorry!” you yelled awkwardly.

“Well um then Aquagirl-” Robin begins, but you stop him.

“I mean, you can call me (y/n), if that’s what you want,” you offered, slightly blushing. He blushed back.

“Oh! Ok, then (y/n) it is.”

“So how about that dance, Boy Wonder?”

“I guess one more dance wouldn’t kill me.”

.

Robin led you towards the middle of the dance floor. You put your arms around his neck and he put his arms around your waist. His hands were gentle, and was only lightly touching your back, as if he was ready to pull them back at any time.

But he was smiling; something he barely did all night. You both laughed as you awkwardly shuffled across the floor; it's like you had two right feet and he had two left feet so it canceled out. You pulled in a little closer, he hugged you a little tighter. You stared at his masked eyes, imagining them looking back at you.

Suddenly you heard a whistle and whipped your head to see the rest of the Titans nonchalantly watching you two dance. They grinned, waving hello. You rolled your eyes and whipped your hand at them. A small geyser jumped up and landed on the Titans, drenching them. You and Robin laughed, then resumed your dance.

Nights in Jump City are the worst time of day, but with Robin, it’s a whole lot better.

[hyenahunt]

Jun Sazanami - 3* Feature Scout: A Trip Down Memory Lane

Writer: Yuumasu

Season: Summer

Characters: Jun, Kohaku, Hiyori

Proofreading: royalquintet

Translation: hyenahunt

Jun: (This is what you call innocence, isn't it? I bet there's not a single stain on his heart.)

[Location: Seisou Hall Common Room]

Kohaku: (Aw, shoot. To think of all folks I wound up forgettin' somethin'. Plumb slipped my mind that my roomie Jun-han's away for a while doin' an on-location shoot.)

(He said he'd be gone for a few nights, but it don't look like he's comin' home today.)

(I'm in a real fix. Here I brought back a buncha souvenirs from the Sweets circle an' all, but ain't no way I'm gonna be able to finish 'em on my own.)

(Worse-case scenario I could hand 'em over to Niki-han, probably...)

(But these cakes look like right jewels and handin' 'em over to him when he wolfs everythin' down with a lick o' the lips seems just a bit of a waste.)

(Maybe I'll pop 'em into the freezer and have 'em over several days? Be real nice if Jun-han showed up in the meantime, though.)

(...Hm? I hear footsteps. Is someone comin'?)

— Oh, Jun-han!

Jun: Hey, Sakura-kun, I'm back. So this is where you were, huh~

Kohaku: Well, speak o' the devil an' all that. I was just thinkin' about ya, Jun-han.

Jun: About me?

Kohaku: Darn right. I got a whole honkin' heap o' cake that I can't possibly finish on my own, so I was just thinkin' it'd be great if you were here to help.

Mighty fine timing ya have. Welcome back, Jun-han.

Jun: Haha, so that's what's up~

Woah, these all look super expensive. They're gonna put my souvenir to shame.

Kohaku: Your souvenir?

Jun: After our shoot ended, we somehow decided that since we were there, we might as well go souvenir shopping. Can't remember who started it, though.

I went along with it, but had seriously no idea what to buy...

So I wound up picking out some basic cookies you'd see at any tourist spot with a typical touristy greeting printed on 'em.

Sorry it's nothing big, but here, this is for you.

Kohaku: For me? Is that right?

Jun: Yeah. I mean, you've been a great roommate to me. That is, if you don't mind, of course.

Kohaku: 'Course not. I ain't never gotten somethin' like this before... I'm happy as a clam right now~

I appreciate it, Jun-han ♪

Jun: You're welcome. If it makes you that happy, then I'm real glad I bought it.

Kohaku: Oh, there's a samurai and a castle printed on the box. What kinda place did ya go to, Jun-han?

Say, might be a smidge presumptuous of me to ask when you've already given me a souvenir, but...

It's a lil' early for bedtime, so won'tcha tell me about yer trip? I'd love to hear all 'bout it over some cake and cookies.

Jun: Sure, why not. My trip, huh...

Well, I had my hands full with Ohii-san trying to run around everywhere the whole time, pretty much~

The idea behind the whole shoot was for the four of us in Eden to do some sightseeing however we pleased, but...

At least some part of this stuff's gotta be scripted, yeah? Our sponsor's a tourism company, after all.

I got a real fright when we went to this one street lined with old townhouses. When I looked back, no one else was there.

Turned out while I was giving it my all to introduce the place in front of the cameras, the other three were chilling on a bench having some mitarashi dango outside a teahouse.

Goddamn! And it wasn't just Ohii-san & Nagi-senpai, but even Ibara joined 'em, y'know~ They all had these grins plastered on their faces as if to say 'nice shot'!

Kohaku: Kokoko ♪ Is that so? Sounds like y'all had a swell time~

Jun: Huh? I'm telling my tale of woe here and that's what it sounds like to you?

Kohaku: Don't it, though? I dunno what others might think, but at least to me, it seems like ya had a good time.

Y'see, before comin' to ES, I hadn't ever gone on a trip to somewhere far away before. I didn't know a lick 'bout anything beyond what was right around me.

I can't even begin to picture the place ya went to shoot at, Jun-han, but someday I'd like ta have a look 'round myself.

Jun: You could go whenever you have the time, really. You gotta make a transfer, but the trip itself won't take even half a day.

I know, I'll send you stuff over HoldHands 'bout the places I liked best, and some photos, too.

Kohaku: 'ppreciate it ♪ ...Ah, an' here it is.

Hmm~? Quite a few of these townhouses, ain't there? They look totally different from my place back home.

Woah, this mitarashi dango's huge!

Ahaha, look at you an' Eden, chummy and snug as peas in a pod.

Jun: (...Sakura-kun looks pretty happy.)

(This is what you call innocence, isn't it? I bet there's not a single stain on his heart.)

(If it gets tainted even once, it can't ever go back. I wish he could just stay the way he is now... but maybe it's pretty selfish of me to think that, huh~)

Hiyori: Jun-kun, so this is where you were!

Jun: Ohii-san!? What're you doing here...? Didn't you say you were gonna stay the night over there and come back in the morning?

Hiyori: I just didn't feel like it anymore so I came back early, you see. Are you having a little tea party? Let me join you!

Kohaku: Fine by me. I'll go an' get some tea ready.

Hiyori: Hmm? Haven't I seen these cookies somewhere before?

Jun: Well yeah, that's the souvenir I bought. Didn't you buy the exact same thing, Ohii-san?

Hiyori: Oh, that's right, now that you mention it. I bought so much else that I'd simply forgotten.

Speaking of souvenirs, I bought quite a number of those too, but they were so heavy I couldn't possibly carry them all by myself. I told the driver to drop them off at the dorm entrance, so I'd like you to go fetch them!

Jun: Are you talking to me?

Hiyori: Obviously. After all, Jun-kun, this is you we're talking about so of course you'd take care of it!

On that note, I'm currently in the mood for some black tea. Kohaku-kun, do prepare some for me, won't you?

Jun: (...And here I thought I'd have some rare peace and quiet tonight.)

Jun: (Well, this feels more like my usual routine, anyway.)

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[adenei]

Ch. 2 How to Win a Witch in 10 Days

AO3 | FFN

James rolls out of bed after the third snooze of his alarm clock. He knows exactly how long he can wait until he has to get out of bed so he won’t be late for work. Sometimes he misses living with Sirius and Remus, who used to help make sure he was up and at ‘em on time.

Stretching, James releases a groan as he goes to the bathroom and turns the water on for a shower. At least I’m not competing for hot water anymore. He steps into the scalding hot spray. He’s barely been living on his own for a month, and has to admit the perks certainly outweigh the drawbacks. Besides, they still work together for Alastor’s Ads, so it’s not like they never see each other.

After a quick lather and rinse, James steps out and towels off. He figures he has a good ten minutes to floo to the office. He’s pulling clothes out of his closet when Remus’s Patronus bursts through the window.

Get to the office. Now.

“Well, that doesn’t sound foreboding or anything,” he mutters to himself.

He quickly dresses and grabs his bag before heading to the fireplace. He’ll have to take a mid-morning break to get a bite to eat since the wolf interrupted his usual routine. Tossing the powder into the hearth, he steps in and transports himself to the office.

Sirius and Remus are waiting for him when he arrives, with looks of concern donning their faces.

“What’s got your wands in a twist this morning?” James assumes it’s not dire, and that Remus only sent the Patronus as a stern reminder for timeliness.

“It’s the Zabini Jewels pitch,” Sirius responds.

The name raises the hairs on the back of James’s neck.

“What about it?” he plays it cool.

The three men begin walking to James’s office, where Remus shuts the door after they all pile in.

“Well, the good news is that Moody liked your pitch,” Remus states, clearly easing James in as he begins.

Alastor Moody is the owner of Alastor’s Ads. After a mission with the Aurors put him out of commission, Moody opened an advertising business to do something with his settlement claim. He knew how corrupt the advertising business can be, so he set out to make the industry a little more honest, consequently weeding out the shadier businesses in the process. In the ten years since the company opened, it’s risen to the top spot of marketing in Magical England.

James’s position typically consists of wooing clients from magical games and sports and the food and spirits industry, but he’s recently begun dabbling in businesses outside his forte. Zabini’s is an up and coming jewelry shop with a lot of money backing its name. James submitted the proposal to Moody earlier that week, hoping to hear whether he would be the one to move forward with the pitch.

“Why do I sense there’s a but…” James trails off.

“Well…” Remus grimaces.

“Oh, come off it! If you’re not going to tell him, then I will!” Sirius interjects. “Moody’s given the pitch to my cousins!”

“No!” James bangs his fist on his desk, causing some of the hot young interns who are standing by the water cooler to jump and turn around.

James relaxes enough to flash a charming smile their way as he turns back to his best friends. “That was my proposal! I should be the one who meets with Zabini!”

“We know. But Moody said something about women ‘knowing and understanding’ the business more,” Remus attempts to calm James.

“That’s bullshit! Maybe they’re the ones who receive the jewelry, but blokes are the ones who buy it!”

“I know, mate.” Sirius throws his hands in the air, indicating he’s not the one James needs to argue with.

James is pissed. He’s worked too hard on this proposal for Moody to give the pitch to someone else. I’m not going down without a fight.

“Where are they?”

“They already left for a meeting at Witch Weekly.”

“Well, when are they meeting with Moody?”

“At Abbott's tonight,” Sirius answers automatically. Remus shoots him a look.

“What are you thinking?” he asks.

James looks down at his desk. Memos are piling up from existing clients, but he can’t be arsed to worry about those right now. He needs to sign Zabini. It will be the breakthrough he needs to stand on his own in the business, and a way to finally prove to himself that he doesn't need to rely on his parent’s wealth.

A look of determination crosses his face. “I’m going to crash their meeting and sell my pitch.”

Sirius holds up his hand for a high five as Remus winces. “I’m not sure if that’s a good idea, James.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not going down without a fight.”

James sits at a small cocktail table, sipping on a firewhisky at Abbott’s, a swanky magical speakeasy tucked away in the heart of Muggle London. The walls are painted an elegant navy blue that stands in stark contrast with the white marble floor, giving off an air of class and wealth that James has always refused to engage in. Gold trim lines the backlit shelves that house bottles upon bottles of expensive alcohol for the bar’s many eager patrons.

Business starts to pick up as the night drones on, and James can’t help but notice how many beautiful women are out on this fine Thursday night. If he didn’t have a pitch to snag, he might be on the prowl, looking for a good time. But he’s already limiting himself to one drink so he can keep his mind clear, but that’s not to say the alcohol isn’t tempting.

“Potter, what are you doing here?” Moody’s gruff voice can be heard from across the room.

James immediately stands up on his boss’s arrival. Ordinarily, he’d hold out his hand in greeting, but Moody’s always been a suspicious man, so he forgoes the gesture.

“I heard you accepted my proposal for Zabini’s Jewels.”

“Yes, and it’s my intention to give the pitch to Narcissa and Andromeda.”

“Why, sir?” James asks. He’s about to continue when another voice juts in.

“Why what?” Andromeda asks.

As if on cue, the Black sisters appear.

“What’s he doing here?” Narcissa quickly follows.

“It’d only be fair if the person who submitted the proposal has a hand in acquiring the pitch,” James says as suavely as he can, ignoring the ladies’ interjection.

“Ha!” Andromeda scoffs, “James couldn’t possibly know enough about what women like to know how to sell jewels.”

“Yes, I don’t think he’s ever had a proper girlfriend to buy jewelry for,” Narcissa adds with a smirk.

“Ah, but there’s the catch. You may think it’s all about what women want. But does a man consult his girl when he’s out to buy her a ring?” James doesn’t give either woman a chance to respond before he answers for them. “Exactly. You’re not just looking at it from the angle of ‘what a woman wants.’ One has to consider the man who’s shopping for his girl, and that is where I come in.”

Moody is listening raptly to James’s argument, which seems like a good sign. James notices Andromeda and Narcissa share a nervous glance, and he knows his ideas are being received better than the women assumed.

“Potter brings up a good point,” Moody says. “Every other advertising company always focuses on the woman, but this has potential.”

“Can’t you see it now? We’d include the women in the slogan, of course: ‘Zabini’s Jewels, where dreams come true.’” James lifts his hands to outline an imaginary sign that bears his ideas.

“Please, you’ve never been in a relationship long enough to even contemplate any of that!” Narcissa smacks her hand on the table in annoyance. “How do you know what it’s like shopping as a man in love? You’d be an imposter!”

“Am I really an imposter if I’m simply waiting for the right woman to come along?” James raises his eyebrows to match the smooth sound of his voice.

“Says the guy who’s only rival for the one-night stand trophy is Sirius,” Andromeda says.

To be honest, that jab hurts. For years, James has had the image of ‘womanizer’ placed on his head, even since his Hogwarts days. Sure, he’s a flirt, but he’s definitely not the type of bloke to bring home a different woman every night.

“That’s not entirely true and you know it. I have fun, but not that much fun.”

“Prove it, then,” Narcissa crosses her arms in front of her chest in indignation.

“How?”

“Prove you’re capable of a serious relationship. That you can win a witch over and make her fall in love with you. Unless you don’t think you can handle anything more than taking a woman to bed,” Andromeda goads.

James is never one to back down from a challenge, but he worries the girls are doing this to throw him off his agenda. “I would gladly accept if this had anything to do with the Zabini pitch, but—”

“That’s an interesting offer,” Moody’s gruff voice interjects. All three look at him. “If you’re this cutthroat about winning a jewelry pitch, let’s have some fun with it. We’ve been invited to attend a gala that Zabini is hosting a week from Saturday. Find a woman and bring her as your date. If you can make her fall in love with you, you get the pitch. If you fail, the ladies win.”

“But how will you know he’s not paying the girl to fake it?” Narcissa pouts.

“I always know the truth,” Moody says. His glass eye is twitching in all directions as he stares at James with his good one.

Now, this is an interesting turn of events. James contemplates what Moody’s said. There has to be an easier way to shed the girls off his client, but his mind is coming up empty.

You did say you’d do anything earlier, didn’t you?

Yeah, he supposes he did.

“Alright, deal.”

“But we get to pick your lucky lady!” Andromeda interjects.

“What? No! I didn’t agree to that.”

“Oh, come on, it has to be someone completely neutral. We can’t have you calling up a friend and faking it, now can we?” Narcissa reasons.

Ugh, fuck them.

“I’ll allow it,” Moody says, as the girls begin scanning the room.

“Hmm, Cissy, who should we choose?”

“I don’t know, Andie, there are so many people here tonight. It’s bound to be tough. What about that one over there in the neon yellow dress with the black platform shoes?”

James groans. This is going to be a disaster.

“Or the overly eager woman by the bar in the too-tight green dress, downing her third martini of the night.” Andromeda smirks.

“Come on, ladies, let’s try and be fair here.” James makes the request, even though he’s not convinced they’ll listen.

“What about—” Narcissa begins to point out another woman, whom James is sure would never work, when Andromeda cuts her off.

“I’ve found her.”

Narcissa turns her head on a swivel, looking around with increased interest. “Who?”

“There, on the other end of the bar. Long auburn hair in the little black dress. She’s sipping on a cosmo.”

No fucking way.

James follows Andromeda’s eyeline until it falls on a very gorgeous, very familiar face. Lily Evans. His former Gryffindor schoolmate and long-time crush.

At first, James’s mind is screaming an adamant NO. That ship sailed during seventh year when he finally gave up his pursuit of Lily and settled with sixth year Hufflepuff Bridgette Carmicheal instead. It wasn’t until the end of term that he overheard Lily insisting that whatever feelings she thought she might have for him were gone.

‘He chose Bridgette, Marls. I strung him along for too long, and I lost my chance. I’m over it.’

Those words still sting as they hover in the back of his mind. James recalls breaking up with Bridgette within the week, hopeful that it wasn’t too late. But then Bridgette had taken the break-up horribly, and he knew going for Lily the next day wasn’t a good idea. Then graduation came and went, and he hasn’t seen her since.

Seeing her standing there now, his heart leaps into his throat. She’s just as beautiful as ever, and all those feelings he thinks he’s finally gotten over are back, like a tornado completely upending his life. This could be his chance—their chance—to finally make a go of things. The thoughts begin whirring in his mind of ways to win her over.

“Done.”

Before James realizes what he’s doing, he’s standing up, and his feet are carrying him over to where she’s sipping on her drink. She doesn’t see him coming.

“Evans,” he croons as he sidles up next to her.

Her body stiffens when she hears his voice. James hasn’t thought what her reaction might be upon seeing him for the first time in years. Well, it’s too late to back out now. I’ve got a pitch to win and a second shot with the girl of my dreams.

She turns around after a moment, her face impassive, but not unwelcoming.

“Potter.” She’s eyeing him up and down. “Long time, no see.”

“Yeah, since when? Graduation?”

“Something like that,” she shrugs nonchalantly.

“What brings you to Abbott’s?” James would rather know how often she comes here, but he keeps that question to himself.

“It’s been a long week, and I needed a night out. You?”

“Same.” James contemplates what’s made this week long, and is about to ask when Lily continues without prompting.

“Though I forget how stuffy this place can be,” Lily sighs, “Marlene and Alice convinced me to come, but I can’t say I’m having much success in tonight’s pursuits. And I’m starting to think they’ve ditched me. Though, I suppose all’s fair in love and war when you enter the dating game. Don’t you agree?”

Her comment almost throws James off as he looks down at the hand holding her cosmopolitan. He breathes a sigh of relief and thanks Merlin that there’s no ring on her finger. So, she’s looking for a good time tonight, is she? Well, I can certainly show her a good time—and then some—if she’ll let me.

“Couldn’t agree more,” he says in an attempt to continue engaging her in conversation.

She makes the effort to look around the room. Now is his chance to make a move.

“You hungry?”

Lily observes him carefully. James can tell she’s closed off and knows he needs to reassure her that it’s innocent, for now…

“C’mon, Evans, it’s just dinner. Catching up can’t hurt, can it?” He pauses for a moment before making the split-second decision to add, “I’ve missed you.”

It’s true. Standing here with Lily now, James wonders how he coped over the past three years. He thought he’s been managing just fine, but her presence brings back everything he’s so desperately missed about her. James doesn’t realize he’s holding his breath until he sees her relax. Her eyebrows soften and the smallest smile plays at the corners of her lips.

She sets her almost empty glass down on the bar before sliding off her stool. “Well, Potter, how can I resist when you put it like that? Lead the way.”

James can’t help the grin that spreads on his face. He holds out his arm as Lily gingerly latches on. Her touch sends a tingle up his spine as they move toward the doors.

Before he forgets, James takes a quick glance back at Moody, Andromeda and Narcissa. He flashes a smirk that he hopes says ‘you’re going down’ before turning back to the beautiful woman on his arm. After ten years of pining, he’s finally got Lily Evans right where he’s always wanted her, and he’s determined not to ruin this second chance.

[imaginesbymk]

“Call in Sick Tomorrow.”

Reservoir Dogs One Shot

Summary: During his final moments, Freddy recalls the events from the robbery and the night before, where you find out who he really is, and because of your job as the retail jeweler at the same store the criminals plan the heist at, you showed up at the wrong place, at the wrong time.

Pairing: Mr. Orange/Freddy Newandyke x Reader

Tags: swearing, angst + violence, guns/shooting, robbery + blood

Non Requested

Word Count: 2,289

Author’s Note: not me simping for a young tim roth lmfaksmwksksksk ugh</3 hope y’all like it - leave a like/reblog + feedback!!!

THE cop who was covered in his own pool of blood from his gunshot wound, was now practically sticking to the dusty warehouse ramp. He laid there for a good fifteen minutes, maybe more or less, who was there to count? His company wasn’t making things better, either. “Listen to me, Marvin... listen to me, Marvin Nash, I’m a cop.”

“Yeah, I know.” The other bloodied cop, Marvin Nash, was tied up and had his ear cut off by Mr. Blonde, all he could do was bicker and moan in pain and rage. 

“You do?” The first cop asks.

“Yeah, your name’s Freddy something.”

“Newandyke,” he said. “Freddy Newandyke.”

“Frankie Ferchetti introduced us about five months ago.”

Freddy shakes his head. His wound definitely didn’t cause him memory loss. He was just too clueless to acknowledge colleagues, that was something he was aware of and he needed to work on it. “Shit, I don't remember that at all.”

“I do.” Marvin Nash coughs a bit of blood. “Freddy. How do I look?”

Freddy winces out a chuckle. “What? I don't know what to tell you, Marvin.” How do you look? If I told you, I’d be lucky you’re tied up.

“That fuck. That sick fuck! That fuckin' bastard!” 

“Marvin, I need you to hold on. There's cops waiting to move a block away.”

“What the fuck are they waiting for? This fuckin' guy, he slashes my face… and cuts my fuckin' ear off! I'm fuckin' deformed!” Marvin cries out.

Freddy clenches his jaw. How the fuck do you think I feel over here, asshole? “FUCK YOU! Fuck you, my love of my fucking life is gone! I’m fuckin’ dyin’ here! Y/N is gone and I’m fuckin’ dyin’!”

Marvin Nash, a bloodied cop who was now “fucking deformed”, really had no idea how bad the fellow cop’s current state was. Both of them were in pain, but one of them was gonna die first.

Freddy calms down a bit to explain the upcoming events he hopes to happen anytime soon. He was bleeding pretty bad, and it hurt like hell. “They're not to make a move 'til Joe Cabot shows up. I was sent in to get him. Alright? You heard 'em. They said he's on his way.” Marvin lets out a soft breath. Relief was touching a bit of his soul, now all is left is to wait it out, and listen to the sounds of rattling bullets and yells from cops out of one ear. 

“Don't pussy out on me now, Marvin,” Freddy says. “We're just gonna sit here and bleed… 'til Joe Cabot sticks his fuckin' head through that door.”

Marvin whimpers, then takes a long pause. “Freddy?”

Freddy looks up at Marvin Nash once more, lying on his arm for support, his body feeling like a throbbing stubbed toe. “Freddy?” Marvin talks about the giant elephant in the room. “What even fucking happened?”

THE last thing Freddy needed was to end up falling for you while he’s undercover. While he’s good at hiding his true identity from the recruits, he was also good at hiding it from you, but it wasn’t what he wanted in the first place. 

Freddy would never lie to you, but you don’t know that your boyfriend is actually a cop and not a cool bad boy that took care of weed for customers. It pained Freddy to lie to you about who he was. He never even told you that his name was Freddy, only to refer to him as his alias, Mr. Orange, but you paid no mind to it. You loved the mysterious thrill he had, even if that meant calling him a color most commonly known in a fruit.

To this day, he still wonders why you would want to date someone with such a dangerous persona. You made a living working at the same store the recruits were planning the heist at -  Karina’s Wholesale Diamonds, and you were allowed to wear the jewelry that was sold and refined there. You never came to think Mr. Orange was ever gonna steal from you, holding you at gunpoint? Rob your store while his face is covered then he kisses you goodnight hours after?

And so, Freddy’s confession and his first and last fight with you happened the night before the heist. A stressful twelve hours, and it all started with you throwing his police badge on the coffee table, right on top of his Marvel catalog. 

“You’ve been staring at that thing for a whole minute now,” you said, standing stiff as a statue, towering over him on the couch. 

Mr. Orange scrunches his nose. “It was from a cop back in Torrance. The fucker most likely lost his job for carelessly leaving it on a bench.”

“You’ve visited Torrance?”

He nodded. “Y/N, I kept that badge in one of my stashes. You and I agreed to not go through each other’s shit like that - y’know, outta respect?”

“I know that, but you asked me to get your TV guide from one of the drawers. You said you keep it next to your stash, I may not have found pot but I definitely found that.” You nod at the badge. 

Orange shrugs. “I don’t know what to tell you, babes, but that ain’t mine. Also I ran outta weed, that’s why I haven’t been making any sales lately.”

“You must suck at reeling customers in,” you took out your other hand hidden behind your back, now throwing four poorly folded sheets of paper stapled together right next to the badge. “Otherwise why the hell would you have this; an annotated script about you delivering weed to people, the same words you told me about how you walked into the men’s room with a big bag of weed in front of a couple of  cops and a dog?”

Orange was silent. You knew he was lying. Silence was as painful as spewing out another lie. Not once has there ever been a close call, but now he was trapped with no words to come out his mouth. Even if he did have something to say, each lie he told you felt like he was throwing daggers at your heart. He couldn’t take it anymore.

“Orange, is there something you’re not telling me?” Orange merely frowned and got up from the couch, eyeing you up and down. He looked tired from whatever he did the whole day and resting on the couch while watching a movie on the TV was well needed. That, but he was tired of sleeping next to you while a police badge was taunting him in one of the drawers.

“I don’t sell weed, y/n. And the police badge wasn’t from Torrance.”

“So all of that... you smuggling weed in a bowling bag?” you scoff, feeling your blood boil. “You just made that up?”

“Y/n- baby” he starts.

“What the hell? Why would you make that up?” you ask.

“It’s what I had to do,” Orange says. 

You scoff. “Right. That was your way of making friends or to get free drinks, or even getting me to sleep with you?”

“It’s not like that, it was never like that.”

“This is so fucked up!” Hearing you say that made Freddy’s heart fall into a thousand pieces. “Tell me the truth, Orange, if that’s even your fucking name. Who gives birth, looks at their child and goes, ‘Your name is Orange’? As if your kid won’t ever get bullied from that.”

“That’s because that isn’t my fucking name. It’s an alias.”

You shook your head. “Okay, then. Who the fuck are you?”

He clenched his eyes shut, and opened them, wishing you disappeared out of his sight. “Look at my badge.”

You slowly hunched over the table, picking up the badge. You raised a brow at him.

“I want you to hold it while I tell you. My real name is Freddy Newandyke. I’m working undercover for a diamond heist formed by Joe Cabot... the group of criminals he hired are gonna rob your store, stuff a briefcase full of diamonds worth a college tuition, and they’re gonna break it apart, pawn it, whatever fulfills their need.”

“You’re a cop,” you say, confirming what he said was true. Otherwise, that could have been another lie.

He nodded. “I work for the LAPD.”

“What else?”

A pause, then he traces his finger on your hand before curling it with his. “I love you.” His face softens. “My name’s Freddy Newandyke. I’m a cop. The gang I’m undercover for is gonna rob your store tomorrow, and I love you.”

You slowly nodded, looking down at the badge in your other hand. There were no signs of a lie in his tone of voice. His name seems legit, and of course, you loved him, too. “Why didn’t you tell me... Freddy?”

“Because you go after guys that would do the things I told in my story, fellas who you fantasize of having a fucking Bonnie and Clyde ride or die bullshit with, and not me - a cop who geeks out over Marvel.”

“You’re saying my work is being targeted for a heist?” you said. “And you’re part of it?”

Freddy nodded. “You think I’m ever gonna rob you, lie to your face like that? Then walk out of your life, take off just like that - and never see you again?”

“You’ve been lying to me.”

“I’m sorry for lying to you, and whether I told you about who I was or not, I don’t want you involved. Crime gets you in trouble, being undercover puts you in danger,” Freddy kisses your forehead. “You can get caught stealing and smuggling drugs, you can get caught slipping out of character if you’re not careful. You can’t win.”

You tried walking around the couch to disperse into the kitchen, but Freddy stopped in front of you. “I wasn’t born yesterday, asshole. I know what an undercover cop is, if your cover gets blown, you’re fucked.” You crossed your arms. “So what else is gonna happen?”

“We planned this; cops are gonna show up on time, as long as a gun doesn’t go off, we’ll be okay, and the men will be in cuffs as well as Joe Cabot. But listen to me, I don’t want you to show up to work tomorrow, I don’t want you there, I don’t want to have a man in a suit point a gun at your face, and I definitely don’t want you to be a hero,” Freddy says, cupping both your cheeks. “That’s my job.”

“I’m freakin’ pissed at you, but I’m not gonna stay home.” You took his hands off your face.

“I’d rather let myself get caught by a bunch of criminals than have your life threatened by criminals.”

“You’re willing to do that?”

“Anything for you.”

“I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Getting hurt is part of the job. Y/n, you can’t be a hero. Not like that.”

“Freddy-”

“Y/n, please.” Freddy begs, his face tightening. “If you can’t forgive me; if you can’t trust me anymore, then you can hate me all you want. But for fuck’s sake, at least call in sick tomorrow.”

Yet, you were so stubborn, that was something you needed to work on. Freddy knew it, too. You didn’t listen. The day came, and you showed up, anyway, not wanting to live knowing the guy you loved no matter who he claimed he was. He was in charge of standing at the door, not allowing anyone access inside or out. But upon seeing you behind the counter through the glass window, you saw Freddy’s face drop. “No…”

The deafening sound of the alarm goes off by one of the retailers, forcing Mr. Blonde to shoot everyone he saw, including you.

Freddy cried out this time, “No!” 

People inside- the employees and customers, all screamed together. Freddy slammed his hands against the display windows, watching you as you fall back onto the floor, bleeding out from your shoulder. Mr. Blonde nearly shot everyone in the room, even almost hitting Mr. White in the process. He spotted your foot sticking out, and you attempted to crawl away, but he pointed his gun at you again. 

Just as planned, the police break in, prompting him to run away. You collapsed in your pool of blood, realizing how this was straight out of a crime movie scene, and the pain of your wound was inexplicable. How could you feel it with every inch in your body and still manage to move ever so slightly?

You looked back, realizing you were all alone, the only one left alive. Freddy didn’t do what a hero would have done, and escaped with the men, holding back his tears with his dear life behind the dark shades of his sunglasses, fighting to stay in character.

He had to assume the more logical conclusion; you were treated at the hospital, or you bleed to death back at that jewelry wholesale, and you died hating him.

Whether you knew him as a criminal or an undercover cop, you were going to show up, anyway, because you want to protect him, like any kind of Bonnie and Clyde you’d expect from movies. Except Bonnie and Clyde were both shot to death. In this world, Clyde escapes - Bonnie was left to bleed out.

FREDDY stared up at Marvin Nash. Does Freddy regret accepting the undercover mission? A brave young man like him took such a dangerous job, but he knew he was better off without it. The last thing he said to you swarmed his mind like bees; “Call in sick tomorrow.”

THE END

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taglist: @locke-writes​

[gohyuck]

hehehe hello may I request jaemin & 12? ALSO CONGRATS ILY!!

JEWEL ILYSM!! thank you 🥺🥺 ok this one is kind of short but it’s bc i’m gonna write a part 2 using my other jaemin rq

prompt: “But little does she know that I'm a wolf in sheeps clothing... ‘Cause at the end of the night it is her I'll be holding.”

part 2 here

“just say you like the chase and go, ’min, (name)’s obliviously not into you,” mark scoffs, following his friend’s gaze across the banquet hall.

“we haven’t even talked yet, dude,” jaemin responds indignantly, bumping his friend’s shoulder with his own. mark says nothing, only rolling his eyes before downing his flute of champagne in its entirety. jaemin, ever-expressive, takes his silence as a reason to continue explaining himself. “i’ll just seem all unassuming and then, bam - i’ll be holding (name) through the night... and maybe after it. i’ve never gotten turned down before, why would tonight be the night?”

“because it’s (name), is why.” is the response mark has on hand, and before jaemin can even begin to question the sentiment mark is gone, disappeared into the throng of people celebrating whatever the hell the current banquet was for. mark’s here because one of his other friends - taeil, jaemin thinks - is getting some award or the other. jaemin’s here because he has to be. he doesn’t really care to know what everyone else is doing.

of course, you’re the exception to his nonchalance.

jaemin shifts slightly, making sure to keep his tray of hors d’oeuvres balanced as he does. with his other hand, he smooths down his white dress shirt - pressed specifically for work - before zeroing in on his goal: getting to (and successfully interacting with) you.

“i’ll be like a wolf in sheep’s clothing,” he murmurs to himself in what can only be called a pep talk. “won’t know what hit ‘em.”

just as he’s properly steeled himself, gotten himself ready to walk over to you and offer you a deviled egg or whatever, a hand on the small of his back forces him to tear himself out of his own head. he turns to see donghyuck looking at him, a shit-eating grin on his face and a slip of paper between two of his fingers.

“i think one of the guests might’ve taken a liking to you,” he snickers, dropping the folded paper onto jaemin’s tray. “mentioned, uh... going to the bathroom in 10.”

before jaemin can question his friend, someone comes out of nowhere, grabbing a flute of champagne from donghyuck’s own tray. the latter finds himself swept into small talk about the catering business - donghyuck’s a broke college student who’d answered an ad, but he pretends that isn’t the case - while jaemin is left stepping aside to unfold the note.

i can give you one night - name x

he can feel his own eyebrows rise in surprise, and although his cheeks are suddenly slightly heated, he tamps down on his blush as best he can. after all, if you see him flushed at your nice little note, you’ve won the upper hand.

and jaemin never, ever gives up control.

he can’t put his finger on why he wants you so badly - aside from the obvious physical attraction he has - other than your reputation. jaemin’s a heartbreaker in his own right, but your stories exceed even his own. hell, he hasn’t even ever talked to you, despite being in a class together during the entire semester. even then, he still finds that he wants you in any way he can have you.

maybe he wants to know if the rumors are true. maybe he wants to know if he can prove them false. he isn’t sure.

jaemin rereads the note once, twice, before looking back up. you’re mid-conversation with someone who looks like a professor, but you must feel the server’s eyes on you, because the moment the woman in front of you turns away even slightly, you’re throwing jaemin a very quick, very sly wink.

jaemin quirks an eyebrow at you, and the small smirk you respond with tells him everything he needs to know.

“hey, hyuck?” jaemin asks, not bothering to even face his friend as he speaks. donghyuck, who’s glancing between you and jaemin, looks like he’s watching the most interesting movie scene he’s ever witnessed.

“yeah?”

“let taeyong know that i’ll be cashing in my break now.”

“now- wh- fuck, jaem, you’re lucky my tray is empty.” donghyuck gripes as jaemin finally turns to face him, only to place his own tray on top of hyuck’s empty one.

“yeah, now,” jaemin says simply, tugging slightly at tie around his neck to allow himself some air. he shoots you a sly smile, the last one before you turn away for good, and finds himself very glad that he’d listened to hyuck and taken up the serving job with him. his gaze trails the side of your face, your edges and your curves, until he finally allows himself to look away from you and back at his friend before speaking.

“i suddenly have some things to attend to.”

[insomniamamma]

Greenhorn: young!Ezra x F!reader

A/N: This was inspired by @opheliaelysia and our conversation about how Ez wouldn't be able to resist squishing an aurelac pod, but it ended up turning into something more. ALSO, though reader and OCs refer to Ezra as "the kid" I am picturing an early 20s Ezra. None of these people are minors.

Warnings: Language. Canon typical violence. Death. Slight gore. Angst. Hurt/comfort. A lil bit of fluff. Implied may-december romance. No beta.

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This is a bad idea, you think, as your drop-ship hits atmo, small squarish windows limned in fire, deep vibration that thrums up through your spine, the ship trying not to tear itself apart, and the kid is still talking. No one can hear him above the vibrations and the scream of superheated molecules shredding themselves apart against the heat shield. Del sings out

"We're at max pressure--" "Copy--" "There was this one time--" "No one gives a fuck, Greenhorn---" "All of you shut the fuck up--" "We're through," says Del, "Drogue deploy in 15--' 'There was a whole fuckin nest of em--" "Oi! Shut it!" "3-2-1, deploying drogues." Del punches the button at his right hand and the drogue 'chutes fire out and the drop-ship does a sick lurch, its pace slowing from suicidal to absurdly dangerous. You've got the ability to soft-land, but so long as Del lines it up right you won't have to, the bog should cradle you. Fuel saved on the way down makes the lift safer. "Deploying mains," you say, and flip the toggle, a loud thump and another jolt as the main chutes deploy, sprouting out from the top of your lander, like the days of Apollo on Old Terra. And still the fucking kid is yapping. In writing the kid seemed half-decent, a big, raw boned boy with a rakish, dimpled smile. Had his own suit and kit and filters. Was polite enough when you asked questions of him, all yes Ma'am and no Ma'am, and three bags full Ma'am. Never would have considered his green ass if Marko hadn't bailed, or, more precisely, if Marko hadn't gotten himself in trouble with the locals and run with his  tail between his legs, well, so now you had the kid, who could not for the life of him seem to shut up for two seconds. At first you thought it was just nerves, but he's been yammering away since you requested release. An uninterrupted, stream of consciousness narration. You are wondering if he is, indeed, brain damaged somehow.

"The thing about channel rats--" "For the love of Kevva no one gives a sweet jewel encrusted crap--" "Ezra! For the love of all that's holy, if you do not shut up I will shoot you in the face," you snap. "Clear?" He gives you a little wounded look. "Clear," says Ezra. And, for a brief, miraculous moment, there is silence. The drop ship lands, lurches in the boggy ground and is still. "How we lookin, Del?" "Nav dropped us right on the button," says Del, "We look great." The tight quarters fill with the sound of bodies unstrapping from the crash-couches. "Alright people. Let's suit up. Sooner we get our pull, sooner we get back up to connection orbit." You walk through the Green in loose formation. Del put you down not 3 clicks from the dig site, but the Green is tricksy and, lately, full of dangerous people. Del and Big Pete have rails. You and the kid have your throwers strapped to your hips. Del takes point, you and Big Pete hang back a hair. The kid is supposed to be bringing up the rear, but a look over your shoulder shows him entirely transfixed. This is probably his first time off whatever backwater sprung him, all shiny and new and dropped into the Bakhroma Green, his big brown eyes all agog, trying to look everywhere at once. And you feel this keenly, a spike in your chest that recalls your first time dirtside, the great, broad blue arc of the sky was enough to fuck you up, after only knowing smoothly curving station walls and blunted angles. You recall your wonder, setting foot on this lush and deadly ground, never had you seen so much life, never seen life that wasn't controlled and carefully cultivated. The Green is a truly wild place that obeys no rules but its own. "Is it all like this?" he asks, "So verdantly forested?" "Yep," says Del, "Once in a while you get a soft-spot like we landed in, but most of it's trees and roots." You slog along. The site is close, but it's already warm. And by the time you get there, the kid is mostly silent and that is truly a blessing, likely the effect of slowly poaching in his suit, not accustomed to the heat like you and the rest of the crew. "Should be getting close," says Del, brow furrowed, peering at a battered topographical map, a red x inside a red circle. You stop a beat and peer through the patterns of shadow and trees, the haze of winkling purple dust. "There," you say, hand reaching out to point without even thinking about it, a patch of dark, slightly sunken earth, devoid of brush. Plants don't like to grow over aurelac nests. You don't know why and it doesn't matter. "Right. We set up here. Trade me the rails, Del, you get to play teacher. Listen up, Ezra, Del is one of the best harvester's you'll meet. You listen to him, clear? You do what he says and nothing else." "Clear," says Ezra, grinning all big through his fishbowl helm. "Um...boss?" Says Big Pete, "Why we bothering with this boy?" "What if Marko can't get himself out of the shit this time, huh? We'll need another set of hands...we'll--" "PUT THAT DOWN!" Del's voice squeals loud and offended over the comms, "The fuck are you doin?" And before you can even think, you and Big Pete are running for the dig and would you look at that, there's the kid, gloves pulled out of their ring-seals and piled on the mossy ground beside him. He's got an aurelac node husk cupped in his bare hands, not even safely cut yet, it's umbilicus disappearing into the black dirt. "EZRA! WERE YOU BORN THIS STUPID OR DID IT TAKE YEARS OF RIGOROUS PRACTICE?" And, look at him, the kid smirks at you through his fishbowl helmet. "Sorry, Ma'am, " he says, "It seemed uncannily squishy. I just had to find out for myself--" You close the distance between you and grab his wrist, hard enough so that his idiot smile fades and you actually see some fear prick in those big brown eyes. Fear is good in the Green. Fear is your friend. Unlikely this kid has ever had cause to be afraid, but, by Kevva, you're going to give him some cause. You pull your knife from your belt and press the business end into Ezra's palm, right between the heart and head lines, just enough to dimple but not enough to break skin. He tries to jerk away, but you know how you hold him, grind those wrist bones together like marbles in a sock. "Ezra," your voice is soft, yelling does no good, this kid's probably been yelled at for most of his formative years, and it's obviously made no impression. "You see all this purple shit floating through the air? Pretty, isn't? Looks like fairy dust--" "Ma'am--" he tries to pull free. "Shut it, fool," you push the knife tip just a hair harder, feel him flinch, flinching is good, might save his idiot hide someday. "I break your skin, I give your the faintest kitten scratch of a wound and the spores will get in there and fest black. These spores will eat you from the bones out. You rot from the inside, clear?" "Clear." You let go and he scrabbles his gloves back on. "Fuckin hell," says Del. Big Pete just shakes his head.

Thank Kevva for small favors, the kid is a quick study. Those big hands are surprisingly clever, and even Del is impressed by his ability. The idea licks around your mind that maybe it's time to cut Marko loose for good, Ezra has plenty of raw talent even if he can't shut up. Your time in the Green is almost done, a half cycle to button up the dig, break camp and lift. You've given Del back the rail-gun, traded for harvesting. The thrill of splitting open those strange membranes has never gown old for you, the finicky work of dissecting the carom blisters away from the inner sac, the fizz of the fazer and then your prize revealed, in this moment your mind is fully on the pull, you don't notice anything off until you feel something thump into the back of your helmet, and hear the whine of a primed thrower. A voice crackles ever the common channel. "Drop your weapons boys, or this stupid cow gets one right through the brain pan." Big Pete already has his hands in the air, Petey always was a softy, Del still has his rails, looking at your face for a sign and you shake your head. Take the shot, you think, you try to think it AT him, but you see the rail-gun slide out of his hands. God Damnit.  You would have expected them to act selfishly. You always expected you'd die out here and the business end of some thrower. And, of course, the kid is nowhere to be seen. Probably wandered behind a tree to take a leak or already caught a blast to the skull. "Right then," Your assailant says, he's got your air-hose doubled over in his free hand, "You open up that case so I can--" The thrower discharges and you pitch forward, there is no pain, just pressure,  and suddenly you can breathe easier. You heave against the dead weight on your back, scrabble back down into the slick of dead leaves and needles and then the pressure is gone and you sit up. The dying man crawfishes over the loam, peering out of his helm with wide eyes and blood spattered lips, eyes that plead until they are obliterated. Ezra stands with his thrower smoking, his face pulled up into a rictus of fear and rage. "Del. Petey. Circle back. Comm channel zero. Anything flinches you take it out. Clear?" Big Pete :"Clear" Del: "Clear" "Ezra. Get his filter," "huh?" "Did I stutter? You get his filter and any other kit that's any good." You stand, but your legs want to betray you. You take a couple shambling steps and plant yourself on a fallen tree, watching the kid strip the corpse, peels the filters and o rings and hose like he's done it a million times. Your breath comes hard and ragged. Nausea grips you. All your time in the Green and you never get over that feeling of almost dying, the taste of it on your tongue like hot smoke, and here's the kid gripping your shoulder, helping you up. "We going back to camp?" "Yeah," you say, "Thrower out. There might be more of them."                                                                                                                                                                                         "I didn't want to--" You know where this is going. You remember hearing the same arguments spill out of yourself the first time you had to use a thrower, "I mean, he woulda--" You stop so you can look at him through the foggy business of his helmet. "You did right." You say, "he meant to take our whole pull." Ezra nods, but his eyes are still white-rimmed and shocked. You reach for him and give his arm a little shake. "Let's go. Eyes peeled, clear?" "Clear."

You keep expecting that shaky, nauseated feeling to dissipate on the walk back to camp but it does not. The suit seems suffocating, and you practically bolt for the tent, in and fumbling with your suit before Ezra can even turn on the scrubbers. You reach to doff your helmet, something you've done daily for years, but your hands shake and you fumble the catches, two attempts and you feel like you're drowning in your own exhalations, you need this fishbowl off your head right now, but your hands won't stop shaking. "Here," Ezra pushes your hands away and does the catches himself, lifting the helmet away from your face. His own fishbowl's gone, his sweaty hair sticking up in crazy quills, that little blond streak screaming up from his scalp like an exclamation point, and before you can properly process what's happening, Ezra pulls you into a hug, his arms wrapped tight around your shoulders. Your hands, which, by all means, should be shoving him the fuck off of you, turn traitor and creep around his middle. You're still shaking, but you feel him shaking too, the two of you vibrating with spent adrenaline like plucked guitar strings. His warm palm grips the back of your neck and nestles your head into the space between his neck and shoulder. You let out a watery breath. "Fuck. I'm getting to old for this shit." Ezra makes a dismissive sound. His fingers dig at your nape, pressing into the tight, cabled muscles there. You let yourself lean against him, lean into his warmth. You can't remember a time you've been this close to someone without expecting a backstab. Ezra murmurs. It's okay, we're safe, I've got you, we're safe, reassuring himself as much as you. "Ezra?" "Yes, Ma'am?" "Don't make this your life," You lift your head and look up at him, his brows are furrowed. "I'm afraid I don't understand."  You poke his belly. "Get yourself maybe three solid pulls and then you get the fuck out of here," you say, peering into those big, dark eyes, "Get out and don't come back." "Ma'am?" "The Green changes people," you say, "And generally not for the better." He gives you a hard squeeze that you return and then he releases you, but only partially, one arm still slung over your shoulder. "You know," he says, "I have among my personal effects a bottle of Kanvian fire-water. Once we lift we could find a quiet place on yon freighter and share it." "Kanvian, eh?" You turn up your arm to look at your chronometer. "We boost in, what, a third of a cycle? Manage not to do anything catastrophically stupid between now and then and I'll consider it." His lips pull into a smirk, his dark eyes glittering, crinkling at the corners. He raises his hand to his head in a mock salute. "Yes, Ma'am." "Del and Big Pete should be done with their sweep soon. Start system checks on the ship, then help break camp." "Yes, Ma'am." He scoops up his discarded helmet under one arm and heads for the entrance. "Oh, and, Ezra?" "Yeah?" "You say anything about..." You gesture vaguely, "Whatever this was that just happened--" "Not to worry, fair maiden," he says, grinning, "No word of our tryst shall pass my lips, because I know that the second I let things slip you will undoubtedly shoot me in the face." "The fuck outta here, smooth talker," you laugh. Ezra jams the fishbowl back on his head and steps out into the sticky heat of The Green, zipping the tent behind him. He's a fool, you think as you set about grading and stowing the day's pull, he's a fool and likely to get himself killed. You just hope you're not the one who has to see it.

[ganglands-marseillais]

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Oh that's that lil' Haiti baby, Haiti baby

Oh that's that lil' Haiti baby, Haiti baby

Dumpin' back these pills, I feel my head explodin'

Jumpin' out these whips, we ain't on no facade

Pull up in that 'Rari, ain't no no facade

Pull up in that 'Rari, ain't no no facade

Shoot in broad day, he shoot in broad day

Shot the whole window up in broad day

EVOL

[songficsbyrissi]

I Luv Your Girl (Erik Killmonger x Reader)

“Your Girl chose me, Don't be mad.

Kelly told y'all don't bring 'em in the club,

The way she rock that, got the boy in love,

And I pray that y'all ain't serious, cause seriously shes on my dick.” - The Dream

************************

Tory Lanez’s “Broke in a Minute” emerged from Erik’s Audi R8’s speakers as he drove to the club with 3 of his boys in the car. They’ve been talking about this club for the longest and have been bugging Erik to come with them. Erik finally took a break from his work and decided to come to the club with them.

I ain't been broke in a minute, don't get offended

Tore off the bow in a Bentley, fucking your ho in her kidney

Fuck up the city, I do not dance, I jiggy

Gun is tucked under this Fendi

I like it, I spend it, I just came right out the jeweler

The ice on my neck, and my wrist, and my fist, I ain't finished

Once Erik pulled up to the nightclub, he put his luxury vehicle in park and glanced at the sign on the front of the club.

Envy.

‘Interesting name’ he thought to himself. ‘Shit could be fun’

His boy Jason broke him out of his thoughts by shaking his shoulders from the backseat.

“Oh shitttttt! We here! I’m telling you, my nigga, this club is lit!”

“They got the finest bitches in here.” Another one named Trey who was sitting next to Jason, added.

“You won’t regret this shit, my nigga.” The one in the passenger seat next to him, Sean concluded.

Erik glanced at all of them. “I better not or y’all niggas paying me gas money.”

The men guffawed at Erik’s statement as they exited the vehicle but Erik was as serious as a heart attack. He was fine with the usual club they went to that was closer to his house and not in another city. Unlike his friends, Erik wasn’t hitting the club, desperate to find a woman to take home. He came to have fun and if a shorty caught his eye, he might fuck her in an alley or his car. He avoided taking girls home since that crazy one-night stand that wouldn’t leave that one time.

Erik shuddered at the memory. That was another reason he didn’t go to the club looking for women. Because 95% of the women in there are crazy, horny bitches and he didn’t have the time to deal with that.

Once they got inside, Erik could see his friends weren’t lying. The club was pretty live. Intoxicated and sober people dancing, drinking and having a good time. It was too soon to tell if this club was going to be a waste of time or not. The friends separated and Erik went to the bar to order a drink. He noticed a group of girls staring at him, barely being discreet and whispering amongst themselves. Someone in the group liked him but was too shy to come up to him. Erik scoffed to himself.

He hated it when women never shoot their shot. They expected him to do it all the time. The worst he could say was no. Just come up and ask. Erik knew he was looking handsome with his red v neck t-shirt, black jeans, and Bred 1s on his feet. To top it off, he was wearing gold jewelry which consisted of his gold studs, gold chain, and gold Rolex to match the gold canines in his mouth. He leaned against the bar with his drink in his hand and surveyed the area. That’s when his eyes fell on you.

A beautiful black woman with her natural hair styled in a top knot bun. You were dressed in a sexy red 2 piece bandage spaghetti body con dress. The color complimented your skin tone. You wore it with gold heels. You were matching with him and didn’t even know each other. Erik didn’t think too much into it because 1. You weren’t the only one in this club wearing red and 2. You were sitting on the lap of some man and the way his arm wrapped around your waist, he knew you were taken.

He clicked his tongue. Damn shame. You were the only girl who really caught his eye.

As Erik continued to chill at the bar and downing his drink, he kept getting the stares and looks from beautiful women who couldn’t use their words and considered the stares as them shooting their shots.

“What are you drinking?” Erik heard a woman next to him ask. He turned to see that it was you. Probably getting a drink for your man.

“It’s Henny straight. Your man don’t seem like A Henny drinker. He seems to do light.”

You glanced up at him and he expected you to have an annoyed face but you were amused instead and began to laugh.

“Fuck him. This drink ain’t for him. It’s for me.” You turned to the bartender, leaning over the counter. “Let me get Henny straight.”

Erik raised an eyebrow, observing you as you waited for your drink and once you did, you didn’t babysit it like he did. You drank it all right then and there and he was amazed. Your eyes fell on him and his drink, causing you to giggle.

“Is that one drink your child? Why you babysitting?”

Erik glanced down at his drink and back at you. “I’m DD tonight so I can’t get fucked up.”

“How responsible of you.” You responded in a flirtatious tone, closing the gap between the two of you. Erik was getting turned on. You stuck your hand out.

“I’m Y/N.”

His hand took yours, shaking it. “Erik.”

“Erik.” You repeated his name as if you were trying it out. “I like it. I like how it rolls off my tongue.”

Wow, you were a bold woman and that turned Erik on even more. You weren’t beating around the bush. You were making it clear that you wanted him and it made him want you even more.

“You got a girlfriend or anyone who would be upset that I’m talking to you, Erik?” You questioned brushing a piece of lint of his shoulder. He was astonished now. Who are you?

“Besides those girls over there that have been taking their sweet ass time to talk to me, no. I’m single. I know you’re not.”

You rolled your eyes as Ms. New Booty by Bubba Sparxxx began to play.

“Ooooh that’s my song! I’ll see you later, Erik.” You winked at him, grabbing your second drink and heading to the dance floor. He watched you go and dance and continued to slowly sip his drink. A man tapped Erik on the shoulder and his nostrils were flaring. It was your man. Erik thought he wanted to fight but his anger is mainly directed at you.

“My girl was over here flirting with you?” He inquired, still glaring at you on the dance floor.

Erik was stuck. He was beginning to like you and didn’t want to get you in trouble with your man but on the other hand, if he lied for you, your man was probably not going to believe him. Besides, Erik had better things to do than to get caught between a lovers’ quarrel.

“Nah man. We were just talking about drinks.” He decided to lie so he wasn’t caught in some drama. It’s like the man didn’t hear one word Erik said when he turned to him, clenching his fists.

“You know she’s just doing this shit on purpose? She just flirting with you to piss me off. Don’t take her seriously because I promise you she coming home with me.”

Your boyfriend walked back to his seat and when the song ended, you returned to the bar to chat Erik up some more. You two were in a deep, engaging conversation when Erik looked above your head to see your man glaring at you two.

“Ooh this my song! Dance with me, Erik!”

Before he could say anything, you got up from the stool you were sitting on and grinded slowly against his crotch as he held your waist going along with the rhythm. You turned around, rubbing your pelvis against him and he felt the blood rushing to a certain area of his body.

“Whine slow for me, Tic-Tock for me, Baby you drop it like that.” You sang along as you continued wining with your arms around his neck. Erik looked back to see your man still mugging you guys and put his attention back on you.

“Yo, maybe you should go back to your man. He looking mad as fuck right now.”

“Fuck that nigga.” You replied, still dancing on him.

Erik didn’t stop you. He really liked your ass. Practically loved you. When the song ended, you two returned to the bar where you ordered another drink. Erik could still feel your man burning holes through you two.

“Yo, shorty, your man....you sure you don’t want to go back to him?”

You let out a dry laugh as you stirred your drink. “Didn’t I tell you fuck that nigga?”

“Well that nigga came over here when you were on the dance floor by yourself and said you were just trying to make him jealous. You fine and all, baby girl but I ain’t letting no female use me to make their nigga mad. I’m good on that.” Erik made an effort to leave the bar when you grabbed his wrist, stopping him. You sighed deeply.

“Listen. At first, when I started talking to you, it was to piss him off, I’m not going to lie. I’ve caught this man cheating a couple times before in our relationship and I forgave him each time like a dumbass. Tonight at the club, I caught him flirting with some bitch here and I decided that two can play at that game. I picked the wrong nigga though because once I got to know you, I started to like you and I’m realizing that my relationship with Gerald has died a long time ago. We were just together for convenience at this point.”

Erik began snickering and you had no idea why. “Your nigga’s name is Gerald?”

You joined in on the laugh fest. “Yes! Do you realize how hard that was to moan out? Whenever he asked “whose pussy is this?”, I would just fake a moan. How am I going to confidently say a nigga named Gerald owns this pussy?”

Erik kept chuckling, with his hand sliding up and down your bare thigh. “You’re better off screaming out any other name.”

You smirked deviously. “Would Erik be a better name?”

A smirk grew on his face as well. “Yes it would.”

You leaned in close, pressing your lips against his and he kissed back passionately, holding the back of your neck to suck your bottom lip and your tongue.

You smiled when you broke away from the kiss. “Looks like my birthday is turning out better than I expected.”

“It’s your birthday? Well, I can make it even better if we get out of this club.” He bit his lip, stroking your bottom lip with his thumb.

You pulled back with a force and saw a very angry Gerald right in front of you. His back was towards you and he was facing Erik.

“Nigga, you crossed the line kissing my fucking girl!” He roared clenching his fists, ready to strike.

You pulled him back stepping between them. “I ain’t your girl! Not anymore!”

His glare softened as he looked at you. “What do you mean?”

Erik decided that he was gonna get in the drama. “Your girl chose me, baby boy! You fucked up too many times.”

You pushed Gerald away. “We’re done. Let’s go, Erik.”

Erik saw the pissed expression of Gerald’s face and held his hands up in defense, suppressing a laugh. “Your girl chose me. Don’t be mad. I’ll tell you one thing tho. Imma love her better than you did.”

Gerald took a swing at Erik but Erik dodged in time, causing your ex-boyfriend to spin and fall on the ground. He groaned in pain as everyone stared at him. Erik got in his face, cackling.

“YOU GOT KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT! BY YOURSELF!” He held his stomach, releasing boisterous laughter and calmed down. “Ok being deadass though, I kinda feel bad. But not that bad.”

“Imma....kill...you....nigga.” Gerald groaned while turning to the side.

“Hey this ain’t my fault, playboy. She chose me and you mad as hell at me. But shit, I would be mad too.” Erik glanced at you biting his lip and you smirked in response. He turned back to your ex. “She bad as hell.”

Erik grabbed your hand, leading you out of the club when you two ran into his group of friends he came with.

“What the fuck? Nigga we’ve been here almost every weekend and never picked up a bitch and this nigga E gets one on the first try? Ain’t that some shit?” Sean commented folding his arms as the other two shook their heads.

“Watch your mouth. She ain’t no bitch.” Erik stayed and dapped his boys up. “Aight y’all, be easy. I’m out.”

“Nigga, we came here with you!” Jason exclaimed in disbelief.

“Nigga turns into Mr. Bitches and forgets about his niggas.”

“Damn I forgot.” Erik looked at you. “You cool if I drop these niggas off?”

“Of course. They’re your friends.”

“Damn I like her already!” The 3 boys left the club with you and Erik. Once Erik dropped them off, he looked at you expectedly.

“So what you wanna do, birthday girl?”

“I don’t know. What do you have in mind?” There was a hint of lust in your eyes, causing him to pull you in another kiss.

“So How about I take you back to my house and celebrate your birthday right?”

“I would love that.”

And that night was the best birthday for you and the best club experience for Erik.

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[scorpio-skies]

OC as a Companion Meme!

NAME: Nora Hart

FOUND: Near Sunshine Tidings Co-Op, fighting raiders at the church. 

COMPANION PERK: The Bear Necessities - Acquire Honey the yao guai as an extra companion.  

ROMANCEABLE:  Yes 

(I was tagged for this a very long time ago, but always wanted to do it! Tagging: @eluvisen​ @mrninjapineapple​ @ariejul​ @sociallyacceptablemadness​ @lothrilzul​ @slothssassin​ @mars-colony​ @lookbluesoup​ @tarberrymentats​ @leporidaefluff​ @charomiami​ @beckiboos​ and anybody who’d like to do it! If you’ve done it before feel free to rb your original unless you wanna make another for a diff OC >:3c but no pressure at all!)

 WEAPON OF CHOICE: 

Lucky (.357 magnum revolver from FNV ;p)

Combat rifle

 I THINK WE SHOULD TRAVEL TOGETHER:

“Then let’s hit the road!” 

“Time for another adventure? Count me in!”

“You can count on me, boss!” 

“Let’s get going, then!”

“The road’s a-calling.” 

“Sounds like fun!” 

(Romanced) “Good! I was hoping for some quality time with you.”

(Romanced) “I’d follow you anywhere, love. Lead on.”

 USE MELEE:

“This is too close for comfort!” 

“Let’s hit ‘em hard and fast!” 

“Just go down already!” 

“It’s about to get messy!”

 USE RANGED:

“I’ve got your back!” 

“They won’t get past me.” 

“Nothing like a long-distance relationship!” 

“Got it!”

 OPEN INVENTORY:

“That’ll be twenty-caps. Just kidding!” 

“What do you need?” 

“Here’s what I’ve got!” 

“Sure thing -- just don’t mess up my pack.”

(Romanced) “Oh? Did you get me something nice?”

 IF OVERENCUMBERED:

“See, this is why caravans have carts and brahmin.” 

“Shame Honey isn’t here to carry that for us… / Why don’t you see if Honey’ll carry it for ya?” 

“I mean, I love junk as much as the next gal but... don’t you think you’re overdoing it?” 

“Let me carry some of that for you.” 

“You’re gonna hurt your back like that!” 

“Your pack’s gonna pop…”

 STAY CLOSE:

“I’m with you.” 

“Right beside you.” 

“I’m here.”

 KEEP DISTANCE:

“Gotcha.” 

“You got it.”

"Sure."

STEALTH:

"The sneaky way, huh?" 

"Like shadows." 

"Alright, let's go quietly." 

"They won't know what hit em." 

 BACKUP:

“Oh! Sorry."

"I'll give you some space." 

“Sorry -- don’t mean to be stepping on your toes!”

BE PASSIVE:

“Always worth negotiating!” 

“I definitely prefer talking to violence.” 

“Sounds good to me, boss. I’d prefer not to shoot if I don’t have to.” 

“Turn on the charm!” 

“You’re quite the people person.” 

“You’re a real charmer, ain’t ya?” 

(Romanced) “That’s my hero!”

 BE AGGRESSIVE:

“Just say the word, boss.” 

“I’m ready.” 

“Guess it’s too late to ask them nicely?” 

“Alright. Let’s bring the mayhem.”

“Well, if we can’t talk them down…”

 USE STIMPAK:

“Ow… thanks, boss.” 

“Ugh, needles… remind me not to get shot again.” 

“Phew that’s better.” 

“Thanks -- I’m good.”

“Back to it!”

WAIT HERE:

“Don’t go too far, okay?” 

“Alright. Hurry back before I get too bored though, yeah?” 

“Okay, I’ll be here.”

FOLLOW ME:

“Welcome back, boss!” 

“Alright, let’s get back to it!” 

“Lead on, boss. I’m with you.” 

“Glad to have you back.”

LOVER’S EMBRACE: 

“That was a good roll in the hay…” 

“Jackpot!” 

“Now that’s what I call a rodeo...”

“Morning beautiful/handsome!” 

“Could stay all day in bed with you…” 

“I love you. I want you to know that.” 

 DISMISSED:

“Well, you know where I’ll be.” 

“Alright then. Take care of yourself, boss. You know where to find me.” 

“Okay then. I’ll tell Kammie and Honey you said hi.” 

“Alright -- you be careful, though. You hear me?” 

“Time to head home then -- come and see us soon, yeah?” 

(Romanced) “If that’s what you want, just… come home safe to me, alright? I’ll be waiting for you.”

 ENEMIES (LONG RANGE)

“Today is not your lucky day!”

“You’re gonna regret this!” 

“Shouldn’t pick fights ya can’t finish!”

“Hope you’ve made your peace!”

(Raiders) “You’re not gotta loot us!”

(Raiders) “You’re not hurting anybody else!” 

(Raiders) “Time to answer for your crimes!” 

(Gunners) “Let’s teach these thugs how to shoot!” 

(Gunners) “I ain’t losing to the likes of you!” 

(Gunners) “Hope those caps were worth your life!”

(Insects) “Ugh. These things creep me out!”

(Insects) “Buzz off!” 

(Synths/Robots) “I’m gonna sell you for scrap!”

(Synths/Robots) “Time to shut you down permanently!”

(Super mutants) “Why are they always so big and angry?”

(Super mutants) “We’re not on the menu!” 

(Super mutants) “I’m not going in some meat bag!”

(Behemoth/Mirelurk Queen) “Holy shit!” 

(Behemoth/Mirelurk Queen) “The bigger they are, the harder they’ll fall!”

(Feral ghouls) “These things creep me out.”

(Feral ghouls) “Boss! Ferals!” 

(Deathclaw) “Deathclaw! Run!” 

(Deathclaw) “Deathclaw! Look out!” 

(Yao Guai) “Don’t tell Honey!” 

(Yao Guai) “I’m sorry bear!” 

(Dogs/Radstags/Brahmiluff) “God I hate having to do that.” 

(Dogs/Radstags/Brahmiluff/mole rats) “I’m sorry -- you left me no choice.”

(Critical Kill) “WOO! Nice shot!”

(Critical Kill) “Lucky hit!”

ENEMIES (CLOSE RANGE)

“Bring it!” 

“Let’s dance!” 

“Look out!” 

“They’re on us!”

(Insects) “Ugh -- I hate these things!”

(Insects) “Disgusting!” 

(Insects) “You’re really starting to bug me!”

(Synths/Robots) “Where’s the off switch?”

(Children of Atom) “Hope you said your prayers!”

(Super mutants) “Wow, you’re a big fella.” 

(Super mutants) “What do these guys eat? No -- don’t answer that.”

(Super mutants) “I am not a snack!”

(Feral ghouls) “Get away from me!” 

(Feral ghouls) “Shit!”

(Feral ghouls) “Way too close!”

(Mirelurks) “These guys sure are crabby!”

 WHEN ENTERING:

GOODNEIGHBOR

“Well, this looks like a good place to get mugged.” 

“Ah, Goodneighbor. Crime capital of the Commonwealth -- watch your back here, boss.” 

“Yeah, Goodneighbor has walls but it’s got plenty of cut-throats within them. We’ll need to watch our backs. Also our caps.” 

“Oh, boss. You always take me to the ‘nicest’ places.” 

“Is everyone’s staring at us, or is that just me?”

 DIAMOND CITY

“So, this is the great green jewel of the Commonwealth… I’ll have to get Kammie a souvenir.”

“Hey -- mind if we stop by the market? I wanna see if I can wrangle us some deals.”

“Noodles? Served by a robot? Kammie is not gonna believe this...”

“Do you think these people ever get tired of looking at the walls?” 

“So this is the infamous Dugout… You hear a lot about this place in the caravans. Home of Bobrov’s Best! Fancy getting a bottle?”

 BUNKER HILL

“These guys are miserly, even by trader standards. If you need anything, let me do the haggling, yeah?” 

“Bunker Hill’s a popular stop for caravans. Me and Kammie were planning on stopping here, but I’m not sure they’d let Honey through the gate…”

“I’ve been here before, you know. But it was a long time ago.”

 BOSTON AIRPORT

“Do you really think those wrecks could fly? I can’t even imagine what that’d be like…” 

“If we could still fly like that… think of all of the places we could see.”

(After Reveille has triggered) “Wow… Just look at that airship!”

(After Reveille has triggered) “Looks like the Brotherhood mean business. Maybe we should move on?”

(After Reveille has triggered) “I don’t really wanna tangle with the Brotherhood, boss. They’re bad for business.”

 THE PRYDWEN

“Wow -- just look at that view!”

“This ship is amazing -- and look at all the power armour!”

“Hey, do you think they’ll sell me a suit if I ask nicely?”

 THE CASTLE

“The Castle must have been a sight to see when the Minutemen were in charge. Shame about the current tenants...”

(After Castle is restored) “It’s great to see the Castle back in Minutemen hands!”

(After Castle is restored) “The Minutemen have done a great job fixing the Castle up again!.”

(After Castle is restored) “I bet the sunrise is something to see from those walls...” 

(After Castle is restored) “Me and Kammie were talking about whether we should join the Minutemen or not… do you think they accept bears?”

 QUINCY

(Before clearing Quincy) “I heard about what the Gunners did to Quincy… nothing but a bunch of murderers.” 

(Before clearing Quincy) “Look at what they did here… The Gunners are no better than raiders.”

(After clearing Quincy) “I really hope Quincy can rebuild and recover someday.” 

 THE GLOWING SEA

“So… which of us will turn ghoul first?” 

“Is there a way to turn the Geiger counter off? It keeps reminding me we’re dying and I don’t like it.” 

“This place… it’s like we’re in a nightmare.” 

“I keep seeing things moving in the fog…” 

“Do you think they really knew what they were doing when they dropped the bombs?”

“We’ll have to drink a few pints of radaway after this…”

 CONCORD

“That vertibird makes an interesting installation...”

 LEXINGTON

“I heard Lexington is overrun with ferals… are you sure we can’t go around?” 

“I feel like there’s something around every corner...”

“Why can’t the ferals just eat the raiders?”

 SALEM

“This place belongs in a horror comic.”

(Devil’s Due) “I don’t like the sound of that...” 

(Return egg to the deathclaw) “I’m proud of you, boss. Those deathclaws deserved better… now, let’s back away nice and slow and leave them to it, yeah?”

 LYNN WOODS

“Those claw marks on the rock… Deathclaw territory. Stay alert.”

“Try not to make too much noise. If a deathclaw comes after us, I don’t know if we can stop it.”

 NAHANT

“Keep an eye out. There’s a floating raider fortress nearby.”

“Caravans have disappeared around here, and the survivor stories...? They’re not good.” 

“I don’t think we’ll find anything other than crabs and scrap around here.”

“I hope there’s no big mirelurks around…” 

“What kind of maniac wants to live out by the sea, anyway? You don’t know what’s out there!”

 CAMBRIDGE

“That police station’s well fortified -- here’s hoping they’re friendly.” 

“Why is this place so quiet…? I don’t like it.” 

“I thought raiders had taken over the place… not that I’m complaining.” 

“Oh. Ghouls. God I wish it was raiders.”

 SANCTUARY

“So this is your old home, huh?” 

“We should set up a supply line between here and Sunshine! We can help each other out.” 

“This is quite a nice place!” 

 SUNSHINE TIDING’S CO-OP 

“Home sweet home!” 

“You think we can stop by for some of Kamal’s lasagne?” 

“I’ll check in on the animals while we’re here.” 

(when greeted by Honey) “Hey there, Honey bear! How’re you today?” 

“I’m gonna go check on Kammie.”

“Home is where you keep your bear!”

 AGGRESSION: not aggressive/aggressive/very aggressive/frenzied

CONFIDENCE: cowardly/cautious/average/brave/foolhardy

ASSISTANCE: helps nobody/helps allies/helps friends and allies

 LOSE AS COMPANION PERMANENTLY:

Too many dislikes

Siding with the Institute 

Choosing Institute option in personal quest 

Destroying the Railroad

Selling Billy to slavers in Kid in a Fridge

Killing Kent Connolly in The Silver Shroud

Siding with Covenant

Destroying Acadia 

Destroying Far Harbor 

Siding with the Nuka-World raiders

Raiding the Commonwealth for Nuka-World 

Bringing X6-88 near (will turn Nora, Honey and Kamal hostile) 

Attacking Honey or Kamal 

Killing Phyllis Daily 

Killing Paladin Danse in Blind Betrayal

Killing Jules in the random synth encounter

 PERSONAL MISSION: Override 

Nora can be found fighting raiders at the church near Sunshine Tidings Co-op with Kamal and Honey. After the player helps them dispatch the raiders, they introduce themselves as traders seeking a safe place to set up their business. If the player has unlocked Sunshine as a settlement, they can send them there. This unlocks Nora as a companion, and Kamal as a trader. Honey operates as a guard-bear. 

After the player unlocks the Institute for the first time, they return to Sunshine to find the settlement under attack by coursers. 

Once the coursers are dispatched, Nora and Kamal have a panicked discussion where Nora worries that the Institute is on to her. Nora and Kamal lead the player to a quiet area of Sunshine and Nora tells Kamal that she trusts the player. 

She then confesses that she’s an escaped synth, and that the coursers were after her. She doesn’t know much about her past other than her time with the caravans, but over the years has been the victim of attempted reclamation by coursers. She and Kamal returned to the Commonwealth to try and learn how to stop it. 

If the player has not taken Nora to the Railroad or discovered them, Nora and Kamal mention that they’ve heard of the Railroad and were hoping they could help them. The player can then offer to find out more. 

If the player has taken Nora to the Railroad before, she will ask the player if they can convince the Railroad to help her. 

If the player goes to the Railroad, Tinker Tom provides a holotape. If the player uses it in the Synth Retention Bureau, it wipes Nora’s record from the system as well as some other escaped synths. 

After the player wipes Nora from the Institute’s records they can assure her that she’s safe and doesn’t have to run anymore. Nora and Kamal are overjoyed that they don’t have to keep running, and they agree that they want to set up a ranch at Sunshine. 

Nora will mention that Honey’s overjoyed too and has taken a liking to the player. The player has then unlocked Nora’s perk, The Bear Necessities, and Honey shall accompany Nora when the player character recruits her. 

Honey can be ordered much the same as Dogmeat, but she has a greater carry capacity, health and damage. She can be told to stay at Sunshine. 

The player can, however, choose to instead inform Ayo of Nora’s location. 

When the player next returns to Sunshine, they’ll find Kamal waiting for them with Honey. He’s injured and frantic, informing the player that coursers took Nora. If the player admits they handed Nora over, both Kamal and Honey will turn hostile.

 If the player feigns innocence, Kamal will insist he knows something’s not right. 

If the player tries to convince Kamal Nora’s gone forever, he’ll swear to keep looking for her no matter what it takes. 

When the player returns to the Institute, Nora can be found but renamed with her synth designation, C9-42. She reacts to the player character with the same deference as other synths, but knows them only as Father’s parent. Although she has the same bland smile as other synths when talking to the player, outside of conversation she will have a sad expression.

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Hang ‘Em High {Arthur Morgan x FemOC} Chapter 9

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x FemOC Summery: Belle Hawthorne is high society looking to escape her mean husband. A robbery by the Van Der Linde gang could be her chance. Can she escape his cluches and possibly discover what love should feel like?

Warnings: None

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The strong, bitter smell of coffee filled my nose and woke me. My back aches and eyes sting when trying to open them. The faint morning glow stabbing the back of my eyes. A noise from beside me wakes me further. That's when I realised I was laying against something apart from the log at my back. Opening my eyes I'm met with the smouldering fire ahead and Arthur laying right beside me, my head against his shoulder and his head propped up against mine. Arthur stirs and Pearson comes into view, adding a few more sticks to the fire and checking the coffee pot. Groaning from the intense headache and pain in my neck as I sit up, waking Arthur fully as I do so.

“Morning folks. Coffee is ready, no doubt y'all need it.” Pearson grins at us as he pours the coffee into two tin cups.

I look to Arthur, hungover evident in his features as he scowls and lets out a groan. We look at each other, smiling shyly and slightly embarrassed at the whole situation. Pearsons hands us the steaming cups and we murmur our thanks, not even prepared to move ourselves from the floor. We sipped our coffee in silence for a few minutes. Wishing for the intense headache to subside soon and hoping the unease in my stomach won't be the alcohol trying to make an appearance.

“I wanna die” I murmur into my cup

“Me too.” Arthur murmurs back

“I’ve never been that drunk. Does it always hurt like this?”

“More or less” He takes another sip of his coffee

I groan, wondering if this feeling is going to last all day. If so, today is going to be fun, to say the least. I’d love nothing more than to curl up on some bear hides and sleep till dusk.

We sit in silence for a while, as the others slowly wake, some looking just as much of a sorry state as we do. After our second cup Dutch calls for Arthur from his tent and he leaves with a groan to see what he wants. I stayed seated on the floor, not daring to get up as every movement inflicted some variant of ache and the threat of my stomach emptying its contents.

“You look worse than I feel” That Irish tone appeared from nearby at the fire. Sean pouring himself a cup.

“I’m trying not to vomit.” I grinned weakly as I looked up to him. He nodded in understanding, sitting on a crate nearby.

“So, tell me more about how your Knight in shining armour saved you.”

I couldn't help but giggle, my hand shooting to my stomach to ease the sudden and threatening twinge.

“My husband is one mean bastard…”

“You're married?”

“Unfortunately. Arthur, Dutch and Hosea were in the process of robbing him. I got caught up in it. Got out of the gunfight that ensued and asked, well, begged him to take me somewhere else. Passed out due to a few broken ribs and woke up here.”

“Damn what a shit show. You got somewhere you'll be moving onto, or will you be staying with this bunch of degenerates?”

I look around the camp, everyone now up and preparing for the day. Little Jack playing with a bunch of flowers, tongue out in concentration. Abigail watching over him as she collected clothing to be washed. Hosea and Lenny sat at the table playing what looks to be a very competitive game of dominoes. Pearson preparing today's breakfast at the food wagon. Sadie sat on a rock at the edge of the overlook, taking in the views and seemingly lost in thought as the morning sun beams down onto her. Mary-Beth and Tilly stitching garments in their hands, sharing a few laughs between them. Javier sat on his bedroll sharpening and cleaning one of his knives, all his attention on the task in hand. Strauss with his book in hand, that thing seems to be in his grasp as often as a bottle is in Uncles. Arthur stood at Dutches tent, talking about whatever jobs that need doing or what their next move should be to gain more money no doubt. Dutch is rambling on as Arthur listens, hands resting upon his gun belt, nodding along to whatever Dutch is saying to him every so often.

“I think I’ll stay.” I say unsure if I was answering Sean’s question or telling myself.

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After a few hours of chores and making myself busy around camp, the hangover slowly began to ease. The distraction and the emptying of my stomach by one of the trees in the outskirts definitely helped. It was at that moment I vowed never to drink that excessively again. Lesson learned.

I sat with Jack, watching him play with his two wooden horse toys. He was bored and Abigail had become restless with his constant need for attention and questions so I was doing my best to entertain him to give her a few moments of peace and to complete whatever tasks Miss Grimshaw had asked her to do.

Watching Jack as he played out the story he imagined for his little horses Arthur came over to us. A slight smile on his face as he watched the boy play contently.

“Whatchu up to?”

“Playing”

“Anything fun?”

“I guess”

“You wanna come fishing with me?”

“Fishing?”

“Sure. It’s about time that you started to earn your keep.”

“Okay.”

“Good. Go get your pole then. You do have a fishing pole don't you?”

“I sure do! Uncle Hosea made me one.” Jack stood, little horses and their story now forgotten about in the dirt.

“Well go get it then. Let’s catch us some fish.”

“Yeah!” He almost shouted, running off into the direction of his tent.

We both watched as he went with a little skip in his step. Excited about having something new and different to do.

“You, er, wanna come with?” Arthur said, going through his satchel to pull out his cigarettes. Lifting one to his mouth and then lighting a match with the bottom of his boot.

“Sure. I don't have a pole though. But I could catch a few rabbits or something while there.”

He nodded then made his way over to his horse, giving him a brush down while he waited for me and Jack.

Thankfully we didn't need to go far from camp as the Dakota river was only a minute ride away. Jack sat in front of Arthur and I kept up beside them listening to their conversation. Asking if Jack was feeling better from recently being ill and Jack mentioning a storybook he left back at the camp in Blackwater.

We all dismounted at the riverside, the two boys making their way to the water to ready their poles as I readied my bow. Telling them I won't be far before making my way towards the gathering of trees nearby but far enough away from the dirt roads that noise shouldn't be an issue. It didn't take long to find a few Black-Tailed Rabbits hanging around the area, as well as a few squirrels running through the bushes and up the trees.

I knelt in an area void of sticks or piles of dead leaves, skimming my eyes over land ahead of me, waiting for that unsuspected rabbit to place itself in my line on sight.

Four rabbits later I returned to the boys at the river. Jack now sat nearby, flowers in his hands and a pile at his feet. A child that age doesn't seem to have the attention span for something like Fishing, something that takes a little patience. We should have known he would have gotten bored of it quickly.

“Catch many?”

“Uncle Arthur has!”

I smiled at Jack and walked over to Arthur who was currently battling a fish as we speak.

“Can I borrow your knife to skin these? I still don't have one.” I said as I held up my catch.

“Sure. It's on my belt.” He pulled on the rod, seeming to get frustrated that this stubborn fish wouldn't give up.

I sat a little aways from Jack, glancing over to see him delicately chain each little red flower together. His tongue sticking out from intense concentration.

For a few moments, it was quiet and peaceful as I skinned and salvaged the usable meat. Arthur muttering praises then whispered curses to the fish he finally reeled onto dry land. Holding them up to get a good look before throwing the back into the river.

“Hey, look at this.” Jack proclaims, holding up the completed chain of red flowers as far as his little arms to reach.

“At what?” Arthur says, kneeling in front of Jack to see his creation.

“This necklace I made.”

“Necklace?”

“For Momma. I made one for you too Miss Bella.” He grabbed another chain of red flowers from his side, handing it over to me.”

Putting down the knife and rubbing my bloodied hands on my pants I then reached out to take it. A smile beaming on my face and heart swelling twice its size at this adorable and thoughtful gift. “Thank you, Jack. It’s beautiful.” I place the necklace over my head for it to lay around my neck as delicately as possible. Worried that I might pull it apart accidentally. Thankfully I don't. A necklace like this is more valuable than any gold or jewels and should be treated as such.

In these few moments, we are seemingly so distracted by what is going on that none of us noticed two men appear nearby on horses until one of them speaks.

“What a fine young man…” One man says as he strides towards us, dressed in fine clothing. Bowler upon his head and a badge on his lapel. “And in such complex circumstances. Arthur, isn't it? Arthur Morgan?”

The other man dismounts his horse and cocks his rifle. Not saying a word but striding towards us too. Weapon rested on his shoulder. A badge adorning his lapel also.

The three of us stand to the attention of these unwanted strangers. Arthur ushering Jack to stand behind him. “Who are you?” Arthur says, an air of confusion and wariness in his voice

“Yes, Arthur Morgan. Van der Linde’s most trusted associate. You've read the files, typical case, orphaned street kid seduced by that maniac's silver tongue and matures into a degenerate murderer.” He turns to his friend beside him, both nodding in agreement.

“Agent Milton. Agent Ross. Pinkerton Detective Agency seconded to the United States Government.” They finally introduce themselves, taking slow but sure steps closer towards us. My heart starts racing, cursing myself for leaving my gun back at camp. I look down to the knife still on the floor beside me along with the rabbit remains. I’m sure Arthur could deal with them himself if it came to it but with Jack here it was too much of a risk. There is no way I could bend down to pick it up now with both their beady eyes on us, watching our every move. If I went for it when and if shooting started that would leave Jack more in the open and more at risk. Instead, I keep it in my sights and hope it doesn't come to that.

“Nice to finally meet. We know a lot about you.”

“Do ya?”

“You’re a wanted man, Mr Morgan. Five thousand dollars for your head alone.”

“Five thousand dollars? For me? Can I turn myself in?”

“We want Van der Linde.”

“Old Dutch? I haven't seen him for months.”

“That so? Because I heard a guy fitting his description robbed a train belonging to Leviticus Cornwall up near Granite Pass.”

“Oh, ain’t that a little old fashioned nowadays?” He huffs a laugh.

“Apparently not. Listen, this is my offer, Mr Morgan. Bring in Van der Linde and you have my word, you won’t swing.”

“Oh, I ain’t gonna swing anyways Agent, um…”

“Milton.”

“You see, I haven’t done anything wrong aside from not play the games to your rules.”

“Spare me the philosophy lesson, I've already heard it. From Mac Callander.”

“Mac Callander?”

“He was pretty shot up by the time I got to him so really it was more of a mercy killing. Slow. But merciful.”

Arthur fling the pole he was still holding to the ground, losing his composure but still trying to keep some sort of calm when given this information. His fists balling at his sides but keeping one close to the holster at his side. Jack jumps and gasps at the sudden outburst so I grab his shoulder with one hand to gently guide him to stand behind me.

“You enjoy being a rich man's toy do ya!?” There is a low growl to his voice, fury slowly pooling out with every word.

“I enjoy society, flaws and all. You people venerate savagery and you will die savagely! All of you.” The Agent gets up closer to Arthur, pointing his finger in his face to try and be imposing towards the man that is twice his size and could possibly snap him like a twig.

“ Oh, we're all gonna die, Agent”

“Some of us sooner than others. Good day, Mr Morgan.” With that, he turns and walks away. It wasn't till now that I realised the other Agent had his rifle up and aimed at Arthur and by the looks of it, Arthur might not have noticed either as he kept his eyes on the one now with his back turned. The other man starts to back away keeping his eyes on us but slowly lowering his weapon to the ground.

“Enjoy your fishing kid. While you still can.” It's all he says before turning as well. Both of them mounting their horses and riding off. Neither I or Arthur took our eyes off the two men until they were clearly out of sight.

“Who were they?” A little voice pulls us back, Jack now moving from behind us.

“No one to worry about, no one at all. Come on, let’s pack up your things and get home.” Arthur places his hands on Jack to steer him away. All of us collecting our belongings and mounting up as quickly as possible.

My heart began to slow as we mounted and made our way back but I had questions and it seemed Jack had a few too. He has a bounty on his head? And five thousand dollars no less? It can't be true. How would he get a bounty of that sum? I was told by Mary-Bath that they all lived near Blackwater before having to leave quickly but she never said why. I never had a reason to ask. I always knew travellers and outlaws moved from place to place quite frequently and some were known to be right bastards that needed to be hanged for the horrific crimes they committed but...this gang ain't like those, they don't hurt and kill for the simple fun of it. Maybe I should ask him at some point. My logic being if I am to stay and live amongst them I should know what to say or how to act if the Pinkertons come around again. I should know what I’m truly getting myself into.

We made it back to camp quickly, Arthur looking around us momentarily to make sure we had not been followed. He let down Jack before dismounting and making his way over to Dutch with urgency.

Whatever questions I have, they could wait for now.

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ENTRY 2: PILFERING THE TEMPLE - PART 1

(We see Alter at the Airship's drop-off point, which is wooden plank that was originally used by Reginald and the other past leaders to throw any traitors overboard. It was quickly turned into the drop-off point that it is now by Henry, wanting a less "death penalty" way of dealing with traitors.)

(Alter quickly puts on his specially-made parachute pack that he made himself in his spare time, then grabs "Golden Ace", his golden .44 Magnum revolver, and places it in the holster stitched onto the parachute pack, along with some spare ammo.)

That should be enough.

(Alter is about to jump, but he is stopped by a woman with blonde hair in a ponytail, wearing a white labcoat with a pink shirt underneath on her top, gray cargo pants and brown loafers on her bottom, and a matching white top hat with pink trim.)

Alter, are you sure you're prepared enough for this?

(Alter groans. He knows who that voice belongs to: Dr. Vinschpinsilstien. She had lost her job after her workboat was claimed by the government. She still had her equipment, but with nowhere to put it, she seemed hopeless...until Henry and Ellie found her and made her the Toppat's offical medical officer.)

Ugh...yes, Dr. V. I can assure you, I am prepared.

(He looks over at the doctor, giving her a look of reassurance.)

If I need some medical assistance, I'll just ask Henry to swing by, pick me up and take me to your office. I'll be fine.

Alright, Alter. Good luck.

(Alter tips his hat to Dr. V, and after seeing her tip her hat in response, he jumps off the plank. He sees the Dogobo Jungle and then the remnants of the launch site. He feels a sense of nostalgia at the view, but then remembers he's dropping toward said view at terminal velocity. He quickly opens his parachute, which has the same burgundy shade as his hat and jacket, and the "AR" initials that his jacket does. He lands on the jungle floor without a hitch, then retracts the parachute with another tug on the pull string.)

Alright, I'm here. Now where's the-

(Alter is quickly cut off as two assault rifles are held to his head. He quickly jumps up, grabs Golden Ace and shoots one would-be kidnapper in the foot, causing him to fall to the ground, kneeling over his foot in pain. He pistol-whips the other, knocking him to the ground, then aims Golden Ace at his head, threatening the man in question)

Make one wrong move, fuckwad, and you're dead.

(He quickly stands up, putting his hands in the air.)

Good choice, bud. Take your friend and leave. Now, before I change my mind.

(He quickly grabs his co-conspirator, hauls him over his shoulder and runs away. Alter reaches into one of the pockets of his parachute backpack and grabs a box of cigarettes and his phone. He takes the assault rifles, and after skillfully flipping them in the air a couple of times, puts them into the back pocket of his backpack. He lights a cigarette, and starts to message Henry on his phone.)

Hey, Henry. I ran into a duo who were holding assault rifles up to my face. Dealt with them pretty well, though. They left their rifles behind, they seem to be military-issued ones, decided to bring them back with me so the Toppats can use 'em.

Wait, there were other people where you landed? Did you catch who they were?

No, unfortunately. But one of them did leave something behind when they fled. Looks like a pin of some kind.

What does it look like?

A yellow lowercase "I" surrounded by a thick red upside down..."U"-shaped border...? Looks more like a upside down trapezoid with the bottom part cut, if I'm to be honest here.

Alter, I think I know what that logo is for: The Wall. I was trapped in that complex before breaking out with Ellie. If they get the Alter Rune, they could alter reality so not only would it be like I never escaped the complex, but so I'd actually enjoy it there so I don't get the idea to leave.

Well, it's a good thing I'm at the entrance then.

Wait, hold on, I just noticed a piece of fabric was torn off on a bush. Hmm...looks like it was from a government jacket.

Did it have a name on it? I mean, the government has tons of agents...

As a matter of fact, the name "Charles Calvin" is stitched onto it. That name ring a bell?

Oh dear. Not him...Alter, get into the temple immediately.

Got it, boss. Over and out.

(Alter puts his phone away, and puts out the cigarette he was smoking throughout his conversation with Henry.)

Hmmm...looks like this is where those gems go. Four spots on the door, four gems to place. The slots are much too small, but I came prepared for something like that...

(Alter pulls out four Grow & Shrink chips and puts them on the gemstones, shrinking them to a size that would make them fit into the slots on the door. He places the Tunisian Diamond in the first slot, the Romanian Ruby in the second, the Norwegian Emerald in the third, and the Serbian Citrine in the fourth. The door opens without a hitch.)

Alright. Time to get going.

(He sprints into the temple. After the door closes behind him, a slot on the back opens up, allowing him to get the jewels back. He briefly halts his sprint, grabs the jewels again, and then continues his sprint down the entryway of the temple.)

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You’re It - Jerome Valeska x Reader

You're working a job with the infamous Jerome Valeska. This will end in nothing but trouble.

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Requested by @pleasforhelp​

Warnings: Bank robbery, explosions, threat of violence

You had been perched on the roof for an hour before Jerome arrived. He did so less than subtly, slamming the door open dramatically so it clattered against the wall. He whistled as he approached you and crouched down beside you. “How’s observation going?” You shush him, but he just laughs at you. “If you’ll excuse me, Valeska, I’m trying not to get caught,” You hiss, picking up your camera to show him what you’ve seen. “Not many guards, two stationed at the front and back entrances, and a pair patrolling: they make a full circle of the building every twenty minutes. Shift changes at ten, goes to the night shift.” He grins, looking you up and down, impressed. “Nice work. You should charge more.” “Thanks, I’ll put you down as a reference on my resume.” You look up at him, mouth crooked into a smile. “No problem.”

The two of you stand together, looking down at the bank. “So, I’m assuming you have a plan?” You ask – you know from his reputation that he isn’t entirely reliable. “I’m not big on plans,” He admits without shame. You punch him in the arm, frustrated. He glares at you and tries to punch you back, but you dodge quickly. “It’s a good thing I am.” You begin to lead him out of the building, although he still walks slightly in front of you despite not knowing where you’re going. His arrogant ass just has to be in charge. “There’s a side door; chained up, but I doubt that’s a problem. If we time it right the patrolling guards will be at the opposite side of the building, and the door guards will be changing shift. It’s the safest time to break in.” He gives a low whistle. “Hot and smart. You’re a real catch.” You walk past him and turn around, stopping him from going any further. “You couldn’t catch me if you tried, Valeska.” You narrow your eyes at him, the tension between the two of you rising until you walk away, snapping it like an elastic band.

“Oh really? Now that’s a challenge,” He chuckles to himself before following you to the end of the alley.

*

You broke into the building with ease, just like you’d said. Jerome wasn’t usually one for subtlety, but he would make an exception for you. He needed help, help only you could give, and you didn’t go in all guns blazing. Getting out, however – he was in charge of that. The side door leads to a narrow corridor which opened into a wider hall. Now that you were in, secrecy didn’t matter. Jerome wanted to be caught, and you were unrecognisable. The hood over your head and the mask covering your face ensure that. Jerome whistled as you made your way past offices and meeting rooms, swinging his gun and occasionally knocking over furniture and smashing windows. No alarms went off – thanks to you – so the only sounds were footsteps and the breaking of glass.

You quickly reached the entry hall. Really, it was an idiotic design, having the vault so exposed. But you had to admit it was aesthetically pleasing. “You can get in, right?” Jerome asked you. You rolled your eyes, quickly gaining access to one of the computers. “It’s easy. Couple of magnetic locks, some code, all just fun and games. You -” You glance at him over your shoulder, smirking, “- You can play with your spray-paints.” He laughs sarcastically at your teasing, but does so, beginning to mark up the walls with graffiti. “What about the cameras?” “All sorted.” “You’re the best, (Y/N)!” He calls jovially and you chuckle. “I know I am.” You begin typing your way through the security systems, breaking through each barrier easily. Jerome threw an empty can over his shoulder, opening another one to add to the mess of colour on the wall.

It took about ten minutes for you to get past the final lock on the vault, letting the alarm go off at the same time. “Police ETA, eight minutes.” You check your watch. “Better hurry.” Jerome joins you and together you open up the oversized door. Inside were hundreds upon hundreds of drawers, each containing the valuables of Gotham’s citizens. “Well, this is disappointing.” Jerome wanders in and examines the space. “What were you expecting?” You follow him. “Piles of cash and gold bars?” “Well, duh.” You sigh at him, shaking your head trying not to laugh. “Idiot.” “Just get it unlocked.” “Yes sir,” You said mockingly, walking past him to work the lock of one of the larger drawers. “Hmm, sir…” Jerome considered the word, letting it roll around in his mouth. “I like that.” “Then I’ll never say it again.” He groans but you just ignore him, succeeding with the lock. You move onto the next one as Jerome grabs the jewels inside. The fourth one is what you’re really looking for. Blueprints for the electrical and gas lines of all of Gotham City. It wasn’t clear why they were kept in the bank, but it made no difference to you. “Got ‘em.” You roll them up and secure them with a rubber band, slipping the roll into your bag. A few more drawers, other valuables stolen to cover up your tracks, and then it was onto the next step.

You reach into your bag and begin to pull out everything you need for the bombs, tossing pieces of equipment haphazardly. Within a few minutes they were planted and police sirens were blaring outside. “Ready?” “Ready.” A sinister grin appeared on Jerome’s face and he began to stride towards the doors while you hurry out the side window. With all the attention focussed on the doors where Jerome is now standing, trigger in hand, you can slip through it easily. Hopefully, Jerome carries out his end of the plan.

*

Jerome basked in the attention from the police, lights and guns pointed at him. He thrived on it. “Now, I’m on a time limit, so we’ll have to keep this quick.” “Valeska!” Jim Gordon had arrived, striding past the rows of cars to stand at the very front, ever the hero. But Jerome cut him off. “Not now, Jimbo. I’ve got a ride to catch.” He hopped down one of the steps, and the air filled with the sound of twenty guns cocking. He sighed at the reaction, almost disappointed. “Come on, guys. You can’t shoot me ‘til you know what I’m doing.” Gordon raised a hand, signalling for the other officers to hold back. “What are you doing then?” “Ten bombs, in the vault. Hidden away. You have about twenty minutes to find them.” He didn’t quite remember the time you told him, but that seemed right. “Better hurry. And if you don’t believe me…” He looked past them, to the seemingly innocuous building across from the bank. “Catch.” He tossed the trigger, releasing the dead man’s switch. Gordon caught it and the building exploded.

That was your cue. While the police were distracted by the fire and rubble falling from the sky you sped up to the steps of the bank on the motorbike that you’d been waiting on. Jerome quickly sat behind you, his arms around your waist, and just as they noticed that they’d been distracted you revved the engine and were off. Gunshots were fired at you, none of them hitting, and you heard a car start to follow. They wouldn’t catch you. Jerome cackled in your ear as you twisted around corners, making tight turns and going down narrow streets you knew they couldn’t take. You didn’t stop until you had reached the edge of the city, outside a warehouse by the river. “Nice one,” You let Jerome climb off before you do so too, quickly hopping to sit on the nearby wall. He joins you, pleased with himself. “Couldn’t have done it without you.” He grins. You narrow your eyes at him suspiciously – Jerome is never nice; not without an ulterior motive. “Well, I’ll say “You’re welcome” when I receive my payment.” “Here ya go.” He pulls out an envelope from inside his jacket and hands it to you. You open it, counting the cash inside quickly. It’s all there. “You’re welcome, Jerome. It was a pleasure doing business with you.” “Oh really?” He cocks an eyebrow and you roll your eyes again. “Shut up.” “Make me.”

That’s it. You grab the collar of his shirt and pull him towards you, pressing your lips against his. You had only intended for it to be a brief kiss, but Jerome had other ideas. His hands locked behind the back of your head, holding you against him. You didn’t bother struggling, choosing instead to enjoy yourself. There was no harm in kissing him, really. The scarring around his lips didn’t even bother you. You were far too distracted by his tongue pressing against your mouth, by his hands roaming your body. You pulled back, gasping for breath, and found him grinning smugly. “You’re so fucking annoying, Valeska.” “You like it.” He’s so proud of himself. “Do I?” You smirk, before giving him a shove so that he fell over the edge and into the river below. He landed with a splash, quickly surfacing as he treaded water. “(Y/N)!” He sounded furious, but you could tell he was trying not to laugh as he began to swim to the nearby ladder. “See ya later!” You called down before you set off on your bike.

You should probably increase security in your place. Jerome would surely come calling soon.

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