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wordy-little-witch · 28 days

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Self indulgent ideas for a one piece au-

CoraBug because I am WEAK to clown on clown loving.

Transfem Buggy as well because the blue jester bean is not cis, look me in the eye and tell me that's a cis man, you can't-

Okay now seriously onto the stuff

• Buggy comes out pretty early on in her life, still on the Oro Jackson. The Rogers are all aggressively supportive (some arguably too much so), but Buggy is free, authentic and relatively happy with herself.

• Roger and Garp often have play dates disguised as Good Vs Evil Brawls, which just means they fight for a few days straight then suddenly decide they're done and have a party and feast.

• Rosinante is with Garp for one of these "apprehension attempts", and is frankly just... bamboozled at best. When Sengoku told him to be ready for chaos, he hadn't anticipated this. He's rolling with the punches though!

• until, that is, during the party, he catches sight of this blue haired person alongside the redheaded boy he'd fought briefly the first day before each side's respective leaders went a little too ham on the fighting. Rosi is intrigued. Rosi is also slightly flushed. In his defense, blue hair over there is really cute.

• both cabin kids gravitate to their captain, uncaring of Garp sitting across the fire. Red plops beside the mustached man while Blue moves to step around just to yelp as a large arm lashes out and yanks her into the Pirate captain's lap.

"Garp!! Have you met my brats yet!! Redhead is Shanks, my oldest little nugget, he's pretty damn handy with a sword. And this lass here is my lil' pirate princess, Buggy! Ain't she a peach? Smartest gal I ever met bwahaha!!!"

Garp just arches a brow, looking the kids over before nodding. "Red's a lost cause, but I bet the little miss there has what it takes to be a damn good Marine."

The girl bristles. "As if, you damned geezer!!"

• Rosi is simply Staring Respectfully.

• that's the first meeting. It is not the last.

• by the time of Roger's execution, Rosi, Buggy and Shanks have grown arguably close. The latter two are still soul mates, two sides of a coin, and Rosi love and respects that. He and Shanks have an understanding, that while the love they each have for Buggy is different, it is equally compelling. There is no choosing one over the other. Even if there was, Rosi is sure he wouldn't stand a chance.

• Bug and Rosi both wind up courting.

• a few years down the line, they make things official in a small, private ceremony. It's bright and happy and loud and secretive on a small uninhabited island attended only by their most trusted friends or family.

• Sengoku doesn't approve, but he's willing to let it slide because he really DOES like Buggy, he just hates admitting he's fond of a pirate in any capacity.

• A few more years down the line, Rosi is given the task to infiltrate his family. Buggy by that point is a relatively low level pirate, not exactly infamous but not unknown either. She specializes in information, manipulation and subterfuge. By and large, most consider her a nuisance at best, an idiot at worst. Those who know, however, know she is so much more than that. If there's a cookie jar in any of the Blues or even select places along the Grandline, her hands are in there. It's a good cover.

• they go in as a married couple.

• Rosi still finds Law, and still gets attached. Buggy also takes to this kid like a flower to water, it's her quick thinking that leads to a new facet in their multistage plan. After all, it's not uncommon for couples to adopt, right? And Law needs medical attention, Buggy has contacts and favors but little in ways of getting what they need. Doflamingo is boldly and visibly expansive, so to keep her ruse, she and her husband could arguably look for ways of helping Law without blowing covers.

• Doffy.... buys it. Mostly. He doesn't trust, but he'll allow this to run it's course, he has back up plans.

• only the big flip flop never comes.

• medical intervention isn't available. Doffy has by this point himself grown rather fond of this little spitfire that is his nephew. He's also grown to respect Buggy as well, and he's delighted to have his baby brother back with him. It's predominantly business obviously, but he has caught a few pesky Emotions in the way of this small family. Truly inconvenient.

• he then considers the Ope Ope no Mi. The original idea was for Rosinante to eat it. Rosi already HAS a Devil Fruit, though. It could be fatal to consume two. Buggy also has a fruit, as does he himself. Law, however...

• two birds, one stone.

• Law is much too young for the eternal youth operation (and frankly, Doffy doesn't exactly want his nephew to, ya know, die). And the Ope Ope no mi is the only one they are readily and currently aware of the location of. And Law... is not doing well at all.

• Doffy is watching as Buggy comforts Law one evening from the pains of his ALD, and he makes a decision.

• the eternal youth operation is a bust. They'll figure something else out. They have time. Law does not have time. So Doffy and Rosi both encourage Law to eat this tiny little fruit, both against the wishes of those around them while Buggy holds Law in her lap.

• Doflamingo decides he made the correct choice when he sees Law, some weeks later, running the streets and actually acting almost like a child; he is decisive of it when Law cautiously asks to call him uncle; he is completely certain when Buggy hugs him late one evening and thanks him for saving her baby.

• Law started as a linchpin in a mission, and he became a permanent staple in the lives around them.

• Corazon lives, Buggy's mind playing a huge part in it thanks to her risk-reward reasoning. Law gets two parents and an unhinged uncle. Buggy still gets to fly under the radar. Everyone is happy. They even adopt more kids along the way.

• when Shanks calls Buggy up a little over a year later like "heyyyy I adopted a kiiiid" Buggy sighs and waves Law over with a "fine fine, tell me about my nephew and tell your nephews about their cousin".

"My what now"

"Surprise, bitch. Now start talking."

• they all keep in touch, Buggy establishing a connection to Makino to talk to her nephew and so Luffy can know Law and the others, she also strong arms Shanks into revising his promise so he can still, you know, interact with his boy, all the while complaining about men and their stupidity. Makino then helps facilitate it all when Garp moves Luffy up the mountain, and Buggy actually swings by once she can and meets all three of the ASL trio. She and Dadan get on like a house on fire, Law is trying and failing to understand how these feral jungle kids are alive while also facing the mortifying ordeal of their special brand of D Craziness bringing out his own subtle unhinged energy.

• the Buggy pirates double as a circus event under the radar and visit Dawn once or twice a year officially.

• Luffy, Ace and Sabo have a bigger support system, and so when Sabo is taken, instead of curling up and raging quietly, Ace and Lu make the trek to Makino's and call Auntie Bug for help.

• Auntie Bug and Uncle Rosi both show up. Uncle Doffy is also on call to pull some strings, pun unintended, because he's too far out to get there quickly. Law gets left with the two other Ds under Dadan's tentative watch. Yes, it's a hot mess. Yes, someone may have been threatened with lethal action. And yes, Sabo is essentially bought from his parents. The game was to retrieve him however they had to, so for Rosi... well, pulling the Donquixote Card was an option. They wanted to minimize the casualties or need to look for him.

• Garp returns to Fushia to a message from Makino and Dadan to meet someone a few islands east ward. Buggy, Rosi, Shanks and Doffy are all there, and they all give him quite the dressing down. A Marine, a Warlord, and two pirates give the vice admiral quite the lecture while the kids play happily a safe distance away. Buggy requests (ie, demands) custody of the boys. Not as the Pirate Buggy the Clown, but as a Marine's wife, as Bellelatrix D. Begonia.

• Buggy now has an entire army of children and she's vibrating (/pos AND /neg).

• Luffy, Ace and Sabo have a family, Buggy gets asked the age old "what if Gold Roger had a son" and she point blank cackles, to ASL's confusion. She just shrugs in response. "Then I'd have even more reason to punch him on the Dutchman. Like seriously, if Captain had a son and didn't think to TELL US, I'd be so angry. He knows Shanks and I would have loved that kid like our own little sibling.... I guess, in a way, Roger already had a son and a daughter, not counting your little 'hypothetical', freckles."

• Buggy just about breaks when Ace eventually asks her if he deserved to live. She just crushes him in a hug and tells him that he absolutely deserved to live, that anyone who says otherwise is an idiot and undeserving of the air they breathe. She makes a point to tell all the kids stories of her time under Roger, the good one and the bad, because she refuses to let them out into the world with a black and white view of the universe. It's all shades of gray. They need to make their OWN opinions, not hear them from others and take them to heart.

• she also debates hunting down Garp for sport because this kid's self hatred levels are alarming at best. These don't just happen overnight. She's clawing at the bars of her cage.

• speaking of bars and cages, Doffy is fucking DELIGHTED because he has new nephews to spoil, sorry to interact with - eh, yeah no he's shameless he's gonna spoil them.

• it's all a very delicate balancing act from there on.

• up to Canon time, they've managed to keep most things underwraps. Thing progress relatively the same up until orangetown, where Luffy just goes "Oh hiya, auntie!!"

Buggy just sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Gumdrop, look, the point of a test is to be impartial-"

"Don't care, haven't seen you in forever! Also I knocked out the mayor :))"

"Why would you-?!"

"Didn't know it was you. Wanted to keep him safe :D"

"Ugh. Fine. Fine! You pass, I guess. Good job for trying to keep innocent people safe."

"Yay!!"

Zoro and Nami are just watching this like a tennis match.

• Luffy goes on to kick ass and take names, and Buggy follows him just as she follows her other kids. Sabo has grown to follow the revolutionary army, Ace was a captain for a while before joining whitebeard (and wowza if that hadn't sent her into hysterics), Law and his brothers went on to form the Heart Pirates, it's a good time all around! Then she meets Alvida.

• mean girls squad. Buggy takes one look at this adult woman thirsting after her nephew and goes "haha no. Not happening. Get some help. He's 17."

• she also gets arrested by the Marines and sent to Impel Down. Nobody liked that. Especially not her husband, brother and brother in law. Nor, interestingly enough, Garp.

• Ace also gets arrested. Marineford events occur. Buggy finds Luffy, has several attacks of an interesting variety, and goes a little bit feral. On the way to Marineford, her past is outted, which leads to a deep dive on her history and her civilia identity is compromised as well as Rosi's, so at this point she decides to roll with it and stop holding back. They know now. Might as well profit.

• Ace is saved because Doffy was ordered there to help with fighting off Whitebeard, not informed WHO exactly was being executed, so when he heard it was his nephew?? Oh, haha, no. No way. Not happening. Come on. Give him a break, you can't be THAT stupid ♡

• the War is bloody and vast and Buggy in it all makes a wild fucking plan and spreads it. It works. Doffy keeps his warlord status through subterfuge as opposed to outright disobedience á la Hancock, Ace survives, Whitebeard survives by the skin of his teeth, and Shanks gets there in the nick of time to wrap it up all nice and neat with a bow. Law takes his cousins for medical treatment, and upon hearing from Ace that whitebeard is his pops now and that crew is family, offers his services there too. He gives Whitebeard a little extension on his lifespan, but not much. Dude's pushed too hard for too long to fully save him.

• Buggy gets named a Warlord and proceeds to explode. Rosi and Doffy find it hilarious. She DID pick Bellatrix as a surname after all. The irony is funny.

• Rosi is declared a traitor and pirate due to his marriage, but with Buggy being a warlord, he has not been issued a bounty. ((Yes Sengoku helped with that)). That only happens once Buggy is named an Emperor.

• Doffy finds it fucking hysterical, and makes a big show of bowing or giving a curtsy whenever she walks into a room. She's going to strangle him one of these days. Rosi makes a point if wondering if being married to an Emperor/Empress makes him an Emperor by proxy or like a Duke or something, to which she DOES actually strangle him. It's a hot mess.

• Cross Guild is now being formed, and Crocodile and Mihawk show up thinking "Ah yes easy pickings" until fucking DOFFY shows up like "ayooo- Oh hey croccy baby!!! And Hawky, good to see you, sugartits!!! Rosi, Bugababy, why didn't you TELL me there were hotties here???"

"Sorry, Doffypoo, you didn't ask," Buggy teases back, all relaxed lines and easy smiles. And Crocodile is SPIRALLING now bc WHAT

Mihawk is just staring consideringly because hmmm this is unexpected but interesting....

• anyway hot mess AU that makes me giggle, kicking my feet, twirling my hair-

#buggy the clown #buggy headcanons #one piece #cross guild #one piece headcanons #corabug #donquixote rosinante #donquixote doflamingo #shanks and buggy #sibling shuggy #dracule mihawk #imagine the insanity

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chicgeekgirl89 · 1 year

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Shiner

Fandom: 911 Lone Star

Characters: T.K. Strand, Carlos Reyes, Nancy Gillian

Summary: T.K. should have known Carlos would find out about his black eye sooner rather than later. Coda for s04e15 "Donors.”

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“No, but seriously though. How does a guy who looked like a vegetable at the accident scene just get up and hit you with a right cross?” Mateo asks.

T.K. shakes his head and then immediately regrets it when his right cheekbone starts to throb in time with his heartbeat. “I don’t know dude, one second he was unconscious, the next his fist was in my face.” He sighs. “How am I going to explain this to Carlos?”

“Um, I don’t know,” Marjan says, her eyes trained on something over his shoulder. “But you’d better figure it out pretty fast, because here he comes.”

T.K. whips around (another wince as pain shoots through his face) to see his fiancé walking toward him. And he does not look happy.

“Hey babe,” T.K. says faintly.

“Hey,” Carlos says, that sort of blandly pleasant look on his face that means he’s trying to hide what he’s really feeling. “Anything interesting happen at work so far today?”

“We’re just gonna go be…not here,” Nancy says as the crew all gets up and makes a hasty exit from the kitchen.

“I was going to call you,” T.K. tells him.

“Mhm,” Carlos says, stepping closer and catching T.K.’s chin in his hand, eyes searching the already purpling bruise on his face.

“I was,” T.K. says. “I just hadn’t had the chance yet. How did you even find out?”

“You filed an assault charge,” Carlos tells him. “Word spreads fast. Especially when it’s you.”

T.K.’s eyebrows pinch together. “What does that mean?”

“It means my colleagues are good people who keep me in the loop on what happens around here,” Carlos says. “Are you going to tell me what happened?”

“Guy was unconscious in the back of the rig,” T.K. says. “Looked like a botched organ transplant.”

Carlos wrinkles his nose. “Botched?”

“Like not done in a hospital,” T.K. clarifies and the disgusted look on Carlos’ face intensifies. “One second he was out, the next I was on the floor.”

“Did you black out?”

“Like five seconds. Barely counts.” T.K. adds the second part quickly, keeping his eyes carefully on Carlos’, searching for his thoughts.

Carlos huffs out a frustrated laugh, brushing his fingers gently over the puffiness under T.K.’s eye. “What am I going to do with you? How did I end up marrying someone who thinks five seconds of unconsciousness barely counts? And worse, how have we gotten to a place where I kind of agree with you?”

“Sorry?” T.K. offers up weakly.

Carlos pats the edge of the counter. “Sit.”

T.K. obediently hops up onto the edge as Carlos turns and opens the freezer, searching for an ice pack. “Tommy checked you out?” he asks.

“Tommy. Nancy. A nurse at the hospital.” T.K. sucks in a sharp breath as Carlos gently presses the frozen ice pack to his face.

“Sorry,” he murmurs. “No concussion? No fractures?”

“No,” T.K. tells him. “It’s just superficial bruising.”

“You look worse than you did after the bar brawl. And that was two against one.”

“Nooo, don’t say that,” T.K. whines. “My uncle’s going to think I’m some kind of ruffian delinquent.”

“No he won’t,” Carlos assures him. “Two seconds with you and he’s going to know you’re a marshmallow, not the brawler you were pretending to be when we met.”

“That wasn’t pretend,” T.K. says defensively. “I can hold my own.”

“Mhm, sure you can,” Carlos says fondly, running his free hand through T.K.’s hair.

“Seriously though, do you think he’s going to think my dad raised a bad kid? I don’t want him to think that. My dad wants a relationship with him so badly, I don’t want to do anything to jeopardize it. Maybe we should cancel.”

“Tyler,” Carlos says, squeezing his shoulder. “You’re freaking out. Stop. He’s going to love you. We’ll just tell him the truth.”

“That I got sucker punched by a patient? Great, that makes me sound incompetent at my job.”

“Okay,” Carlos says. “We’ll get you a patch and tell him you’re trying out piracy.”

T.K. pushes away the hand that’s holding the ice pack so he can scowl at his fiancé with two eyes. “Why are you like this?”

Carlos puts the ice pack back on. “Because I truly don’t think it’s going to phase your uncle one bit. He’s got the same genes as your dad. He grew up with your grandfather. I’m sure he understands the Strand family penchant for mayhem.”

T.K. mulls this over for a moment and finds the sense in it. He’s stressed about making a good impression on the only extended family he’s ever gotten the chance to meet. But there’s no fixing this now, and he’s not going to give up the opportunity to learn more about his father’s brother.

He thinks back to how Carlos looked when he walked in. “Are you mad at me?” he asks.

“No, of course not,” Carlos says. “Concerned, yes. I wish I’d heard it from you rather than from Ruiz back at the station, but all that matters is that you’re okay.”

“It might not be fully gone by the wedding,” T.K. says, pulling a face.

“Oh, well then wedding’s off,” Carlos teases.

T.K. snaps his fingers. “Rats. I knew you were only with me because of my charming good looks.”

Carlos pulls the ice pack back again and winces in sympathy. “God this guy really did a number on you. If I ever find him…”

“You’ll what?” T.K. asks, a smirk sliding into place. He knows full well that Carlos is all talk, he would never willingly commit violence against another human being, especially not in uniform. “Go on babe. Finish that sentence. Tell me what you’re going to do to my assailant.”

“I’m going to…bring him to justice like he deserves,” Carlos says a little primly.

T.K. rolls his good eye. “Wow. Thank you for avenging me like that. So sexy.”

“I think justice is incredibly sexy,” Carlos says flashing him that cocky smile he uses when he thinks he’s being funny.

It’s adorable. T.K. toys with a button on the front of his uniform. “I really like that I’m marrying someone who will come hold ice on my black eye in the middle of his shift.”

Carlos’ whole body softens in that way it does when T.K.’s words strike the part deep inside of him that never thought he could be desired or cherished or loved. He sets down the ice pack and gently cups T.K.’s face in both of his hands. “The middle of a shift, the middle of the night, the middle of anything. I’m always here for you. I promise.”

T.K. swallows, overwhelmed by the love radiating from those words. “Did you pull that from your vows?”

“No. It’s just the truth,” Carlos says simply. Then he frowns. “Although maybe it should be. That was pretty good, right?”

T.K. snorts. “Yes. It was.”

“Is it safe to come in here?” Nancy asks, poking her head around the corner. “I need girl scout cookies like…bad.”

“Yes, everyone is alive and well,” T.K. tells her as she steps into the room and opens up one of the cabinets.

Carlos’ radio crackles to life, assistance needed at a convenience store. He looks at T.K. who waves toward the door. “Go. I’ll be fine. I’ll see you at home later.”

Carlos’ eyes swing to Nancy’s. “You’ll take care of him for me?”

She gives him a mock salute, mouth full of Thin Mints. “Procuring bubble wrap as we speak officer.”

He looks back at T.K. and presses a gentle kiss to his lips, then transfers ownership of the ice pack over to him. “Be safe.”

“I always try to be safe.”

Carlos gives him a wry look. “Be safer. Try not to get a matching set, okay?”

“Love you,” T.K. says in response.

“Love you too.”

He watches as Carlos jogs out of the bay, radio in hand as he responds to the dispatcher. “You got a good one T.K.,” Nancy says.

T.K. smiles softly. “I got the best one.”

#911 Lone Star #TK Strand #Carlos Reyes #Tarlos #Tarlos Fic #911lsfic #911 Lone Star Fic #Donors #Black Eye #TK Strand Whump

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fantasies-fairytales-n-fics · 8 months

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Code Blue Ch. 34- Grenade

Summary: Josie tries to get Orlando to open up but he shuts her down. Trouble follows the eldest Bloom brother. A crazy car chase takes place. Luke Jr's witty facade hides a secret. Things escalate between the good doctor and the secret agent man, triggering a brawl. CODE BLUE!!.

*Warnings* DARK! language, angst, weapon mentions, violent depictions, abuse mentions,

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Chapter characters: Josie, Orlando, Luke Jr,

Salem, Massachusetts

March 7, 2023

"Are you going to give me the cold shoulder now?" you asked Orlando as he got in your car after five minute silent walk to get there.

He still said nothing as he anxiously kept looking out his window at all the cars leaving your family's pub that closed at 11 pm sharp on a weekday.

"Ok, fine. Be mad at me then for keeping you from spending the night in jail and possibly the rest of your life in prison for premeditated murder. I mean, that's what it was, was it not? Considering you have the word father carved into the wooden handle of this hammer you carried with you in your coat pocket." you said as you studied the small but deadly weapon of high carbon steel that weighed heavily on the end of the handle.

Orlando stared straight ahead as you watched his jaw tighten, forcing himself to not look at you.

"Alright then, if you're going to act like a child, put your seatbelt on." you snipped.

"Why don't you put your seatbelt on?" he quickly snipped right back. "Since you're the one driving after drinking."

"Ok. You're right. And it's raining, so lets just sit here for awhile and talk."

"I don't want to talk."

"You never want to talk Landy. Why won't you let me try and help you?"

"You can't help me."

"And how do you know that when you won't even let me try? Do you not trust me? Is that it?"

"I think we have established that I do since I told you about....him."

"Then let me in. You could start by telling me the truth about what Ethan did to you. It's just you and me here. No cops. No Ethan to intimidate you. Tell me why you didn't put him away? The truth Orlando. I won't be mad and I won't tell anyone. I promise."

"Why does this matter now?? Why do you even care?? It's over."

"It's not over and you know it. Ethan is far from done screwing with all of us. In fact, I think he's just getting started and he's not going to stop until he gets what he wants. Stop protecting him."

"I'm not protecting him, I'm protecting you!!" he shouted and turned to look out his window again and then continued in a calm voice. "I don't want to let you in. Just leave me alone alright?"

"So Lee was right. Ethan threatened me didn't he? That's why you did it...lying about what really happened so he would leave me alone and you also did it because...."

You caught your tipsy lips before telling him you knew he was in love with you. As if things weren't complicated enough for him...for Lee, for you, you didn't need to add to it by forcing Orlando to admit that part like you were now going to end up forcing Lee to come clean about his own secrets. Of course, things never went the way you wanted them to.

Orlando's eyes moved to you without even turning his head, knowing why you ceased your words.

"I told you to leave me alone. You seem to know everything, so there's no need for me to validate it."

"God damn it, I'm not your enemy Landy!" you snapped. "Do you really want me to leave you alone?? Because I can. I can take you home right now, drop you off and never speak to you again. Is that what you want???"

"YES! Yes, that's what I want!" he loudly and harshly affirmed as his dusky hues raged at you.

Orlando had never yelled at you before and it had affected you so deeply that you had to turn away to hide the uncontrollable tears.

You both sat once more in silence as Orlando closed his eyes and sighed, cursing himself inwardly as he heard the soft whimpers you were trying to conceal.

His hand began to reach for you as his lips attempted to apologetically speak until a knock on your window sent his hand whipping back and you screaming and diving into Orlando's arms.

"Open the door." Luke Jr. firmly ordered as he stood wet from the rain with blood above his eye, peering in at your frightened faces with a dour expression.

"Jesus Lukey, what the fuck man?" Orlando griped as he reached over and unlocked the door with you still clinging to him.

Now that the vision of him was clear without the rain sprinkled foggy window, you leaned back over into your seat to gaze up at the beautiful man who, for being Orlando's eldest brother, could damn near be his twin.

"Y..your eye...what happened? Are you alright??" you quickly asked.

Luke reached up, grazing around his eye with his index finger, then stared at the bloodied tip for a moment as his brow arched.

"Hmmmph." he huffed out with a shrug and pursed lips, then sucked the blood off, making a smacking sound as if it were a lollipop. "Ain't mine."

You and Orlando faced each other with incredulous eyes, then turned back to him.

"Then who the hell's is it? And what are you doing out here looking and acting like some stealthy secret agent with the super power of disappearing into thin air and reappearing out of nowhere? Oh, that's right. It's because you are one." Orlando quipped in an annoyed tone.

"Now that we have my career summed up in a nutshell little brother, I was handling your mess that you almost stupidly got into back there....although I must say, Josie here handled it pretty nicely herself."

"Wait...you were following us? And...handling my mess? Lukey, what did you do??" Orlando now asked in grave concern.

"I'll explain on the drive home. Josie, beautiful lady, would you mind hopping in the back seat?"

"Y..youuuu want me...to ride in the back of my own car while...you...drive it?"

Both of Luke's brows lifted as he held an earnest expression and shrugged his shoulders.

"Well...yes. Unless you'd like Landy to sit in the back and he don't do so well with that. You know. Car sickness and all. It can get quite messy and the smell could knock a buzzard off a shit wagon. Kinda like when you opened this door and an entire brewery came blowing out in my face, so it's best if I drive this classic beast since I'm the only sober one here. If you don't like the back, you could always sit on Lando's lap, like in the bar. I'd offer you mine, but that don't leave much steering room. Either way, you're secret's safe with me with whatever is going on between you both. I don't get in people's personal affairs. That's Mum's cup of busybody tea.."

"Luke man, what the fuck." Orlando sharply retorted at his brother's propensity of witty rambles.

"Just tellin it like it is. So what'll it be kids? Chop chop. I really think we need to go because I think I pissed some people off."

Orlando groaned as he ran his hand down his face. "This night just keeps getting more and more fucked up. I'll just get in the back."

"Noooo." you swiftly quipped. "I don't need you shifting gears back there."

Luke chortled as you reluctantly got out and plopped into the back with a huff.

"Smart girl." Luke grinned. As he began to get in, a screeching car could be heard in the distance.

"Time to go!" he then belted out and jumped in, slamming the door which made you cringe. "Buckle up buttercups. It's gonna be one hell of a joyride."

You clicked your belt and gulped as Luke fired her up and peeled out, leaving a trail of smoke behind your muscular Monte Carlo. The radio had already been on and Luke immediately cranked it up, then began singing the Golden Earring song, 'Radar Love' and tapped on the wheel as he raced around the corner with a vehicle speeding up from behind. He was enjoying this.

"I've been driving all night, my hands wet on the wheel. There's a voice in my head that drives my heel. It's my baby callin saying I need you here and it's a half past four and I'm shifting gear!"

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Orlando was holding onto the chicken bar, being almost face planted into the window as the back end swayed out from the hard turn and you were holding onto the back of the seat that you peeked over with gaping eyes at the carload of pissed off strangers in tow.

"Jesus christ Luke, what the fuck did you do?!!" Orlando shouted over the music.

"No time for chit chat Landy!!" Luke bellowed as he took another tire squawking turn through the downtown streets of Salem, then tossed the hammer at him. "You may need this after all. The one guy has Godzilla tattooed on his arm and I can see the resemblance."

Whoever the people were, they were relentless in their pursuit. You couldn't see their faces due to the headlights but from what you could make out, there were at least four of them in what looked like a beefed up Trans Am.

"You mean to tell me you don't have a gun with you???" Orlando desperately asked his daredevil brother.

"Landy, you know I'm more of a hands on kinda guy. When the going gets tough, what do they say??"

"The tough get going." Orlando snarked as he rolled his eyes.

"No. They say shut the fuck up and hold on!"

Another fast burn out turn was taken, almost sending your car into a one eighty, but Luke skillfully and gracefully brought your girl back in line and continued on his fast and furious path.

"I think I'm the one who's gonna be sick." you muttered.

Orlando spun around and reached to you. "Jo, hold my hand. I'm here."

You quickly clasped onto him and now police sirens could be heard nearby.

"Ok, it's time to end this before we all need bail money. Hold the fuck on!!!" Luke warned with a shout and ran the upcoming red light as you ducked and screamed, listening to horns blasting from the green light traffic.

The Trans Am skidded into a three sixty as they went through it, almost plowing into a truck that Luke had miraculously cleared.

Luke turned a corner and then one more before hitting the brakes and magically maneuvering the super sport into a perfect slide as he entered a dark alley and immediately turned the lights off.

You all sat in silence for a moment with you and Landy still gripped onto each other, mouths gaping and both panting while Luke sat calm and collected with his hazel greens frozen in the rear view mirror at the street.

About ten seconds later, the Trans Am went speeding by, soon followed by two police cars, sirens blaring and lights blazing.

"What a rush! I need an after sex cigarette." Luke cheered with a huge smile.

"Speak for yourself!" Orlando barked and released your hand, then frantically tugged at his seatbelt until he was free and climbed over the seat, pulling you into his arms.

"You ok??" he sweetly asked as he stroked your hair.

You glanced up to see Luke's mesmerizing hues staring at you in the mirror, slightly stealing your breath to where you couldn't answer.

"She's fine. Aren't you sweetheart? In fact, I think she enjoyed the rush as well." Luke said in a tantalizing way, still locked in your eyes.

You'd be lying if you said that weren't true, considering the crazy life you had experienced with Jason and you could tell Luke knew that....and even liked it.

"Are you insane???" Orlando growled. "Who the hell were those people??!!"

"Insane? No. Venturesome would be the appropriate term."

"Crazy. Crazy is the appropriate term, now answer the damn question Luke!"

"Look...I simply followed pops into a bar to deal with him. These drunk hillbilly dudes didn't like that in "their" bar as they put it and so I gave them an attitude adjustment on top of the head, as the good old Hank song goes. Dad dipped out during the ass handing ceremony and once I had a free moment, I dipped too and found you...then they found me and here we are."

"That's just great man. Now they'll be looking for her car which isn't that hard to spot."

"Not tonight they won't unless they managed to elude the law. Besides, they'll be looking for me, not you doll...but I would recommend parking this beauty in a garage for awhile. If they ever give you any trouble darlin, you call me. I won't let anyone hurt you....and keep that pepper spray on hand."

Finally, you were ale to answer the acumen agent. "I...I don't have a garage at my place. The closest one is two blocks down and...I don't have your number."

"Well Lando has one. I mean, that's where you were headed tonight anyways right? I'll get your digits there and I have something else for you that will come in handy."

Luke crept down the alley with the lights off until he came to the next street, then he flipped them on and casually drove off like ya'll hadn't just been in the Daytona 500.

Somehow you dozed off on the long ride back to Orlando's beach front condo and awoke in his arms from the car coming to a halt and the light turning on as Luke got out to close the garage door.

"Rise and shine ladies." he jested and opened your door, winking at you as he softly grinned.

You got out and Orlando raced inside, heading straight for the bathroom to be sick.

"You see? I told you." Luke chuckled as he held the door for you.

Luke went straight to the kitchen and lit up a cigarette, then he began pulling out random food items from the fridge.

"You hungry? I make a mean steak."

"That actually sounds really good. I'm going to go check on Landy."

"Here. Wait."

Luke walked over to you with the cigarette hanging from his lips and handed you his phone.

"Put your number in." he said and then paused, forming a smugly cute grin. "Please."

You did so as he took his leather jacket off and walked over to a drawer, pulling something out, then returned to you, putting the cigarette out on his way.

As you handed him his phone back, you gasped at seeing his cut up and bloodied knuckles on his right hand. Instinctively, you took a hold of it to look it over better.

"Oh my God. Here, let me find some peroxide and clean that up for you."

"Nah, no need to fuss. It's nothing but a few cat scratches and as you can very well see, I'm a big boy. But thank you for the concern."

"Well Orlando's the doctor, not you, so we'll see what he thinks."

"Yes ma'am." Luke said, offering a smirk that held fondness as he peered down at you, still holding his hand.

"Oh... sorry. I'm ummm... yeah.. gonna go check him now." You stammered, pulling your hand back and left. Why in the hell did he make you so damn nervous?

"Hurry up in there bro! I need a shower before I start cooking." Luke hollered down the hall as you approached the bathroom door.

Softly you knocked. "Orlando? Are you ok??"

He quickly rubbed water all over his face and hair when he heard your voice, then hesitated for a moment to go out, feeling overly anxious and ashamed of his behavior.

You heard the water shut off and then the door zipped open to a saturated Orlando, shirtless and smelling of Listerine.

"Yeah, I'm good. God I'm so sorry Josie."

"Landy, don't apologize for being sick. That's not your fault." you assured him as you backed up, not knowing where to place your curious eyes. You had never seen him without a shirt before and felt a bit frazzled at his extremely toned build that his clothing hid well. Jesus Jo, what's the big deal? you asked yourself.

"No, not that. I'm sorry for yelling at you and acting like an asshole. You're right. About Ethan and why I lied about him." He finally admitted with a heavy heart and matching eyes. "He...swore he could get to you, even from prison and I...I couldn't...I wouldn't take that chance. If he ever hurt you, I...."

Orlando vigorously rubbed his face and sighed, then his eyes went wide as Luke, the also shirtless and most generously buff Brit, came walking up like a proud lion. His eyes fixated on you and indiscreetly traveled down your body, sending an intimidating shiver right through you.

"You couldn't wait to get undressed in the bathroom??" Orlando quipped.

"How did you put it earlier? Speak for yourself?" Luke retorted as his brows furrowed.

"I live here."

"As do I, temporarily that is. What's the big deal Lando? Lighten up, although it smells like you already did."

Luke reached inside the bathroom and flipped the exhaust on as he grimaced and then came back out.

"You gonna be able to eat without ralphing that up too? I'm making your favorite, steak, eggs and potatoes."

"Thanks man, but I think I'll just have some eggs and toast. Not all that hungry."

"Scrambled, just like your belly. Suit yourself. More for me and Josephine." Luke replied as he patted his tight and toned stomach, then grew a grin that bore all of his pearly whites. "Welp, I need a long hot shower. The steaks are thawing in the sink."

He began to walk off when you called him out.

"Hold it."

Luke slowly turned with a side eye at you and a tiny smile, then walked back to Orlando and held his injured hand out.

"Am I gonna live Doc? It looks way better than what your hand looked like."

The good doc looked it over, then dropped his hand and smiled.

"I'm sorry to tell you this but I'm going to have to amputate the entire hand."

Luke patted his little brother on the back of his neck and gave him a tiny shake.

"Good old doctor humor. Never gets old Landy. Glad I get to keep it because after the day I've had, I'm gonna need this hand in the shower."

You damn near choked on your own spit as Luke went into the bathroom and grinned at you as he shut the door.

Orlando dropped his head and shook it. "Just ignore him and the gutter his mind lives in. Come on. Lets go peel some potatoes."

Luke got in the shower and cranked it to as hot as he could take it and let it run over his head.

Now that he was alone, he could let his guard down, the one he used to protect himself just as he protected others. He was the strong one, he had to be, for his Mum and for Orlando and even for himself. There were things he had been through in his time away, things that he had seen, things that he had done and it ate at him on a daily basis. He and Orlando were a lot alike, taking their frustrations out in dangerous ways, both waiting for someone to pull the pin on the grenade living inside of them. Somedays he regretted the life he chose, feeling he was no better than his father or Ethan. He felt so guilty for leaving Orlando all alone, knowing what was going on, but he too was young, only eighteen at the time and traumatized as well, for it had happened to him too and Orlando and his Mum didn't know, no one did but him....and Luke couldn't bring himself to break his mother's weakened heart with the truth or send his brother over the edge with that revelation in his already vulnerable state of mind. Luke could have ended it all tonight. He had had his father's neck in his grip. One snap or hard long boa constrictor squeeze and it would have all been over....but he couldn't do it. Why??? It's what he did to all of the bad seeds like him, so WHY??

Luke laid his forehead on the shower wall and broke down sobbing in silent tears as he vowed he would find the courage to do it one day.

"Is he always like that?" you asked with a chuckle, for you had only met him briefly at the hospital after Orlando's surgery. You still remembered the first words out of his mouth when he saw you. "And who is this delightful creature?" From what you could now tell about him, Luke definitely had no filter and you even got the vibe that he possibly fancied you.

"That would be a hard yep. He's not a bad guy. He's actually one of the nicest and greatest people I've ever known. He's just been through his own shit in life and it's toughened him up. All that stupid ass humor of his is just a barrier. If he likes and trust you enough, he'll lower it, but with that said, he's tenacious. Once he sees something he wants, he won't stop until he gets it. I'm not sure I like the way he looks at you."

"What?? Landy, come on. He's Lee's good friend too. He wouldn't do that?? W...would..he?"

"He would and he will. Wouldn't be a first either. It's a thin line between love and friendship with him. Yeah, he loves Lee to death, but...trust me, that won't stop him. I'm his own brother and a long time ago, there was this girl I was seeing. I really liked her and I thought...stupidly thought.... she liked me too until one night I came home and caught her sucking his cock. Now of course he claimed that she came onto him and so he let it happen to prove a point, that I deserved better. You believe that shit? I mean, you heard him tonight. Saying he wouldn't tell anyone about us partying in the bar and he hasn't once asked about Lee tonight or where he was. He told you to call him if you needed help. He knows no boundaries, nor believes in them unless it's something of his. He's an adrenaline junkie who lives on the edge. Look what he did tonight??"

"He did that for you though didn't he? And look what you did tonight too."

Orlando tossed the potato peeler in the sink and just stared at you.

"So you're defending him now? No surprise there. Just like with Lee, everyone adores Luke and I am just shit."

"Ok, I did not mean it like that and you know it."

"Nooo Josie, I don't know it. It don't fucking matter anyways, so let's just drop it. You got what you wanted from me, the truth about how I lied to keep Ethan out of prison, so what more do you want?? I fucked up...then and tonight. I'm a fuck up and always have been."

"That's some tale you told there Lando, conveniently leaving out the entire plot." Luke flatly said as he came walking out in his sweats, carrying a shirt while towel drying his arms.

"You see?? A natural born spy who claims he don't get in people's business."

Luke pursed his lips and whipped the towel down on the chair, then yanked his shirt on and went to the stove to begin cooking as he ignored Orlando....at least he tried to, but now he was just flat out fucking pissed that his brother told his business to you, and he didn't tell it the way it actually happened....not to mention, he heard him admit his lie.

Luke suddenly slammed the skillet into the sink and got in Orlando's face, backing him across the room as he shouted in quite a hypocritical way without even realizing it due to his anger.

"What is the matter with you!!! You could have put Ethan away for a long time and you pussied out all because you got a case of puppy love???"

Orlando stood up to him all in your defense. "He threatened to hurt her!! And you know he could have had it done from prison!! Why didn't you just take care of him then??? Or dad??!! You had the bastard right in front of you tonight."

"Yes, in a room full of witnesses!!!"

"You have never cared about that! So don't give me that shit Luke. You could have easily disappeared into your little underground world just like you're so good at doing, and never be seen again. You know what he did to me, you know what Ethan did to me and you let them both walk, you fucking hypocrite, so don't stand here giving me shit for what I did to protect someone I care about."

"You mean someone you love, ain't that right Landy?? You're best friend's girl that you were hanging all over tonight in the bar as if Lee did not exist."

"Like I didn't exist when you had your cock in my girlfriend's mouth??! Or, you wanna talk about Lee?? What about you tonight?? I know you Luke! The way you were eyeing HIS girlfriend when he's also YOUR friend. What about Lee pining after Ethan in secret while he is supposed to love Josie?? Oh, right, bet you didn't know about that...."

"STOP IT!!" you shouted, now in tears. "You both speak as if I'm not even in the room and how dare you say that about Lee Landy!! He never said that was the case!"

"I'm sorry...Josie I am...You're right. I shouldn't have said that."

"You shouldn't have said a lot of shit tonight little brother but you just couldn't help yourself could you??? ALL because you're jealous. Oh everyone wants my brother and Lee, boo frickity who. That girl you were seeing was a piece of trash!! Only you were too desperate for love to see your worth. She was banging Ethan!!! I knew you wouldn't believe me so I had to prove to you what a whore she was, even if it hurt you, so my CLAIM was true! I threw her ass out after you stormed off. Maybe it was cold and cruel but it got the job done!"

"Cold and cruel? That's a fucking understatement if I ever heard one. You're no better than dad OR Ethan. You just left me there to take what he gave me, only caring about yourself!"

"You shut your mouth boy! Don't you ever compare me to either of them!" Luke raged as he pushed his nose against Orlando's.

In retaliation, Orlando shoved him, hard and fast, knocking Luke back about six feet and then charged him over the kitchen table.

Both scuffled to their feet and punches were thrown by each to the face and gut, and then the next thing you knew, Luke had Orlando in a choke hold as you stood in panic, not knowing what to do except scream at Luke, which did absolutely nothing.

"Get off of him!!!!"

You dumped your purse out to find your phone to call 911 but it was missing. Your eyes then frantically searched the room for something to stop Luke's' madness and they ceased on the small black object that Luke pulled out of the drawer to give you but never had the chance. You knew exactly what it was, for Gerry had given you one once, but you never carried it. A Kubaton. No bigger than a marker that could be hooked on a keychain if desired or just carried in your pocket. The plastic was so hard that it had the potential, if used correctly, to break someone's nose or fingers to fend off an attacker. Even a good hit to the head would knock someone stupid.

"I'm not such a good guy after all now am I Landy??!" Luke snarled as he squeezed his gasping and thrashing brother. "And do you know why that is?????? Because that piece of garbage did it to me too!"

Without even thinking, you ran up behind Luke and cracked him above the eye with it. Luke released Orlando and fell to the ground, holding his bleeding head as Orlando dropped to his hands and knees, coughing and grasping at his throat.

"Luke!! I'm sorry!!!" you shouted and went to him. "I..I had to stop you...I...."

"I'm fine. Check my brother." Luke grunted out as he propped himself against the table leg.

You then heard a thud and turned to see Orlando passed out on the floor, his face beet red.

"Landy!! Oh my god...!"

You fell to your knees beside him, smacking at his cheeks, trying to wake him but he was motionless. Quickly, you felt for a pulse on his neck and then laid your head on his bare chest to listen for a heartbeat...and found neither.

"Luke!! He's not breathing!!!!!!!!!"

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 2 years

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🪶 American Foreign Exchange Manager🦅

Karasuno and Shiratorizawa edition

Karasuno x Female manager; Shiratorizawa x Female Manager

Warnings: Swearing

AN: This is an Anon request!

🌠 Please Like, Reblog and/or Share to help support my writing 🌠

Karasuno

Whoa you picked a good one YN 😅

If you are tough and ready to rumble, you have come to the fight place

The first day at your new school and you are followed by some shady characters 😒

And by "shady" I definitely mean Tanaka a d Noya

Please they can smell a new female student a mile away 😐

But thankfully, you aren't just any female student

Oh no no no

You are the new American Foreign exchange student, YN LN 🤗

So when Noya and Tanaka keep following you, you've about had enough

Thankfully the entire Volleyball squad will get to witness it 😏

"Excuse me why are you two following me? What trying to pray on the new dumb American student huh? You wanna fight well let's go!"- you, throwing uou stuff and the ground and preparing to a brawl

If you wanted to scare Noya and Tanaka off YN, it did not not work 😅

In fact, it does the opposite

They now love you

Daichi is so impressed and Suga is dying of laughter 🤣

Asahi is scared of you now and Hinata thinks you are so cool because your from America!

But it's Kiyoko who asks you to be the teams third manager

You need a club, the crows need a third manager

It's perfection 👌🏻

Plus Kiyoko is mad impressed at your skills to handle the idiots

Practice is now way more entertaining

You threaten to kick their ass everyday if they don't keep in line 💅🏼

Female Daichi 👉🏻 absolutely 💯

But you're real talent comes in handy at tournaments

Because and you guessed it 😏

🎆 Oikawa 🎆

Please if anyone can out him in his place, it's our scrappy foreign beauty YN

So when it comes time for the Seijoh match Oikawa will hone in

"Well hello there, you must be new"- Oikawa, the smug bastard

"Yeah I am"- you, giving nothing 👏🏻

"Whats a beauty like you doing managing a group of crows?"- Oikawa

Ope- 😶 not a good idea

"Are you saying my crows aren't worthy?"- you, now placing your hands on your hip

Please Oikawa is sweating 😓

"Umm no I was just wondering what a foreign beauty like yourself is doing managing Karasuno?"- Oikawa, digging a deeper hole

"Oh so now Karasuno isn't good enough for me? What's your problem dude?"- our queen getting right in Oikawa's face 💅🏼

Please Iwaizumi is just eating this up 😅

"YN chill out-" Daichi, coming to ruin the fun

Tanaka and Noya were so ready to back you up

"He started it!"

Classy YN

Oikawa is pure white now and he just turns to walk away

You glare at him the entire game 😑

Nobody messes with our America queen and her crows

Shiratorizawa

You chose Shiratorizawa based on their schools cheer and cheer alone

Listen I don't make the rules YN

But please, if I had the option to go to SHIRATORIZAWA 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻

I'd take it in a LITERAL HEARTBEAT

Ok you probably are super smart and got in that way 🙄

Bug it's once your in that you kind of become a spectical of sorts

Everyone wants to know about the new foreign exchange student from America

Tendou immediately introduces himself to you

Semi is probably your guide around school because he's responsible 🙄

But like he isn't complaining

A gorgeous American girl 😏 heck yeah!

He will bring you to volleyball practice with the intention of having dinner with you later

It's there that you are introduced to Ushijima

First, Tendou had been asking you to be their manager since he first met you

"TENDOU! LAY OFF OF YN"- Semi

"But Semi Semi"- Tendou 🥺

"Stop with that Semi Semi crap right now"- Semi Semi 😏

When you enter the gym, you are super impressed

It's huge and way different that you are use to in America

Goshiki will spot you and probably instantly fall in love with you ❤️

He thinks your so cute and adorable but little does he know 😏

Because it isn't until you turn around and run smack into the chest kf the giant known as Ushiwaka that the team realizes your fiery spirit

"You should watch where your going"- Ushijima 😐

Excuse me- 😃

"Well maybe if you weren't such a huge giant and standing right behind me, then I wouldn't have to watch where I'm going?- our queen getting right in Ushi's face

Please the gym falls silent 🤫

Tendou 👉🏻👁⭕️👁

Semi 👉🏻👀😅

Reon 👉🏻😃 oh crap-

Goshiki amd Shirabu 👉🏻😳😲

The fact that you talked back to a literal brick wall YN

That takes alot of guts

"I apologize for my rudeness"- Ushijima

You 👉🏻😐🤨 ok-

"Ushiwaka this is YN. She's our new foreign exchange student"- Semi, still in shock

"It's nice to meet you YN, please forgive me. It's been a long day"- Ushijima 😐

You 👉🏻😁 it's ok I understand!

And just like that, it's over

Everyone is shocked 😲 and like hella impressed

Ushijima and you start talking and become friends

Please everyone is scared of Ushijima and the fact that this American Foreign exchange student stood up to him 👀

Well let's just say, I think Shiratorizawa finally found their perfect manager 🥰

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cassifiction · 2 years

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I was thinking about maybe u could do a fanfic (or headcanons) with sevika x buff reader. I haven't seen anyone write anything like this before and i would LOVE to see it

I swear I’ve seen someone write this already, but it might have been for Vi. But I like your idea so I’m gonna write some headcanons for Sevika anyway.

By the way, I’m not actively taking requests at the moment but if anyone wants to send me something and I like your idea and happen to feel like writing, I may just take a request or two. Maybe I’ll add them to my ‘to write’ list. I always like receiving asks and messages so don’t be shy, just be polite about it like this person.

Sevika with a buff (g/n) reader (mostly sfw, implied nsfw)

You first met each other in The Last Drop, you went to get a drink after a hard day at work. When Sevika noticed you staring at her from across the bar, she assumed that you were trying to pick a fight with her. That’s usually what happens when buff people look at her the wrong way.

She was ready to punch your lights out when you walked up to her. But when you started to compliment her muscles and ask about her workout routine instead, she was completely thrown off. She soon realized you were just curious and not looking to brawl.

She let you join a few card games and have a few drinks together, conversation soon gets a lot more natural and fun, maybe even a little flirty right off the bat. After a few rounds, a big fight breaks out on the other side of the bar and you help Sevika put a stop to it. Your fighting skills are great and Sevika’s impressed, but she tries to not make a big deal out of it.

After that you keep hanging out at The Last Drop together and she soon asks you to work out together some time. Of course you accept, why would you deny seeing Sevika all hot, her muscles glistening with sweat?

You share your workout routines, you try her routine and she tries yours. You realize you’re not quite on her level yet but with a bit of effort she tells you that you could be, if you tried hard enough.

It’s hard to not stare at her too much while you both work out but she’s staring at you just as much, she’s just being a lot more subtle about it. At first it’s almost like she’s constantly judging your form, but she’s really just enjoying the view.

I mean just picture one of you on a bench press and the other as the spotter. That’s pretty hot, no matter the positions.

She’s really not used to someone quite as buff as you not trying to provoke or upstage her all the time. You both respect each other’s boundaries and just keep a playful kind of rivalry to challenge yourselves to stay on top of your game.

She’ll ask you to join her at her place, using the excuse that she has found a good recipe with a ton of protein she wants to try out and have you try it as well. So that’s a dinner date. No, it’s not. Yes, it is.

You’re helping her cook and it actually smells really good. You watch Sevika reach up to get something off a high shelf, she’s obviously tall enough to reach it but you decide to be a little playful and you pick her right up.

She kind of freezes for a moment (404 error Sevika not found) because she’s never been picked up by anyone before outside of fights.

But when she comes to her senses again she starts to wriggle her way out of your arms because this is just really embarrassing for her. I mean, Zaun’s scariest lady, getting picked up like she weighs nothing? You’re lucky you did this in private and not in public, because she would have made you regret that.

A little pretend-fight breaks out where you both try to prove you’re stronger. She tries to pick you up but fails, you try to pin her hands to the counter but you fail.

It ends with Sevika winning and you pinned up against the wall, hands above your head. You scoff and say the mechanical arm gives her an unfair advantage. She just brings her head closer to yours and tells you to try harder next time. You can’t help but lean in and kiss her.

She returns the kiss, eager to feel those muscles of yours a little more closely. You decide to stay at her place for a very exclusive nighttime workout. You’re both late for work in the morning.

After that you keep spending time together working out, both happy to have found someone just as passionate about being strong. Your workdays can be long but the gym becomes your favorite happy place.

She likes to feel your muscles but tries to be subtle about it. Grabbing your arm to get your attention and getting a good feel of your biceps in the meantime. Holding her hand on your back so she can feel the strong muscles in your shoulders. It’s her way of telling you how good you look.

She’ll cook you meals specifically to keep you healthy and help maintain your muscle mass. And she just really likes having you over at her place.

She’s happy that she never has to worry about you not being safe because you know how to handle yourself in a fight.

And secretly she feels safer with you around. She’s strong, but she’s not invincible. She’s like your own personal bodyguard, but in turn you’re also her backup and protector when she needs you.

Notes: my brother basically works out for a living so I know a thing or two about what it takes to be muscular. I was tempted to write a crack fic about Sevika and reader just talking about protein and nothing else. Maybe even protein farts. Those are the worst thing about living with a buff person. Ugh.

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twsted-princess · 3 months

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Will You Be Mine?

So @terrovaniadorm send me a request. I'm not doing that request. I can do better.

Keres felt their legs ache as they sat down, running around the school being Crowley's carrier pigeon and in heels too. But now it was lunch thus a half hour to relax and catch their breath. Around them other students mingled in their friend groups or headed off to check on their club activities, seemingly ignoring the third year as they shuffled through their bag. That was fine, they're used to being a part of the crowd and keeping low. They liked it that way. Peace, quiet, for now. As they eat their croissant they go over the upcoming work. Clean Crowley's office, sort through papers, make his coffee if they have time and check on the Ramshackle students as Melanie asked for some extra money to buy groceries. They know that the headmaster has a set allowance for them but they could sneak in a little more. Anything for a friend. However they failed to noticed someone creeping behind them, a figure from the shadows moving like a cat until......

Little bunny~" Keres let out a near scream, running like a rabbit. Fuck! Not him, anyone but him. Pagkala, the man in question snickered as they look at him over their shoulder with a face that screams they're soooo glad to see him. "What do you want?" Keres said trying to keep calm and not slug him in the face, not yet. "Really now? That's how you treat your loved ones?" They scowled. "You're the last thing from that. Go away" They watched him put his hand to his chest and stumbled back, fake acting like he's in pain. "Awwww little bunny you're so mean~ And I came all this way to give you something." Keres cocked their brow as he dug into his pocket. "Just a little treat." It was movie tickets. Keres quickly snatches one of them still glaring at him before looking down. 'My Boyfriend is a Psycho!' the newest slasher romance movie......and it's apparently really good. He watched them start to grow red, clutching their ticket as he smirks under his mask. "So? You wanna go?" Keres started to sweat under his gaze. On one hand they really want to go......but it's Pagkala......but he is kinda attractive. They tried to get a word out but-

"Keres!!" The two looked over, Keres in shock and Pagkala in annoyance as a certain Royal Sword student ran over. "J- James?!?" They nearly screamed as their heart almost jumps out of their chest. In his hands were......gifts. A bouquet of red, white and black roses in one while a large plush cat holding a heart in the other. "What do you want dog?" Kala forced back a snarl but his tone was hostile. James ignored him as he approached Keres with a gentle smile. "I uh....wanted to give you these. J- Just to show my appreciation." Their heart skipped five whole beats. Them? They couldn't really say no so they accepted the gifts, not noticing the bestiore's grip tighten. "I was also wondering, do you...want to go to dinner tonight? I know a good place and I can walk you ba-" Keres's hairs stood on end as Kala put his hand around their shoulder.

"Sorry but we have a date tonight~ So piss off nerd." James was taken aback as the two boys glared at each other. The mental and possibly physical brawl about to go down before the red head shook their head. "I am not going on a date with you! We're not even a thing!!" Kala stared at them with a twinkle in his eyes. "But you do like me right?" A choked squawk left them as they looked away, holding their gifts close. "W- Well......." In truth they liked the two of them a lot but like hell they're going to say it. They thought this would ever, this is a dream. Yeah that's it. One big crazy dream. They're gonna wake up and it'll be all over, never to be thought about again. "Well then, what's going on here?" Fuck. No no no no no no no literally anyone but her. Now heads were turning, everyone's gaze was on the queen herself. Regina von Vinter walking towards them. Accompanied by a small platoon of bodyguards as she tap her gloved finger to her cheek. "I suspected you'd be here but I wasn't expecting company." Her words as stern as usually as Keres begins to mentally scream. "I- It's nothing!! Nothing at all!!" Kala and James watched as she coughed, acting as if Keres was the only one there. "It's not a problem but I do have something for you." Before they could even ask she snapped her fingers. Suddenly the guards pulled from behind presents. White boxes in many different sizes and wrapped in royal blue blows, some were clear and filled with desserts, all were clearly expensive and likely costed more then both Night Raven and Royal Sword. Keres just stood there, their soul ready to leave their body and into the pits of hell as Regina starts to flutter. "I....was hoping you would be my plus one to a charity gala but if not....I'm free to do whatever you'd please today." This................is not real.

#my work #twst oc's #twisted wonderland #I love you Mercie <3 :) /gen

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Pro Wrestling Illustrated: September 1996

FROM THE DESK OF…Stuart M. Saks

I THOUGHT I WAS in hell.

Men were brawling recklessly, chairs were crunching skulls, and garbage cans were pounding backs. One-by-one, more men kept joining the fray. The fans’ screams of delight were drowned out by blaring rap music. I was there, yet I wasn’t. Everyone was involved in some way or another. Battlers. Spectators. Sound men. Security guards. Not me. I was merely an observer. Close enough to sense the raw emotions of the event, but far enough away to feel protected from the sheer horror of it.

“___ you,” one of the battlers screamed at a spectator who made the mistake of using the wrong finger to express his view that the battler was number one.

An image of Lou Thesz came into my head. I eliminated it quickly. He should not be exposed to this!

Then again, this isn’t for everybody. That’s what the promoters of Extreme Championship Wrestling keep warning us.

“ECW! … ECW! … ECW!” The spectators chanted in unison after seeing a sampling of extreme wrestling. These are not fans of wrestlers per se; they’re fans of the concept that nothing is to be held back in an effort to bring them what they want. Ever.

Brutality? Almost always. Breathtaking aerial wrestling? More than you’ll see anywhere north of the Mexican border. Beautiful women? Hey, 95 percent of the audience is comprised of males between the ages of 18 and 35, and after being Dudleyed into submission, it’s good for the eyes to look at Beulah McGillicutty for a few minutes.

My walk through hell occurred in the strangest of places. This was not even the official ECW hell hole–the ECW Arena on the mean streets of South Philly. This was an auxiliary hell, in the quiet upper middle-class Philly suburb of Plymouth Meeting, in an all-purpose auditorium called Lu Lu Temple.

I was not there to cover wrestling matches on this evening. Bill Apter and Craig Peters were taking care of that. But Lu Lu (no relation to Ed Norton’s deceased dog) is only a few miles up the road from our Ambler offices, so, with my Friday evening free, I went merely to record my thoughts of the big picture.

Randomly …

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[2 Cold Scorpio and Sabu literally risked their necks in their ECW TV title match. ECW fans have grown almost jaded by such action, and their reactions aren’t proportional to the efforts the wrestlers put forth.]

ECW belongs in the family-oriented Lu Lu Temple like that Charlestown Chiefs of Slap Shot fame belong in Madison Square Garden … I love the fact that some of the wrestlers made themselves available to the fans before the matches began. Craig Peters might not agree. He was sitting on the stage behind the seats with Beulah, taking credit for her being on the cover of June ‘96 edition of PWI, when a fan interrupted their conversation and said, “Hey Beulah, you’re in PWI.” Only this was the July edition, and the article the fan was making reference to was Craig’s “In Focus” column in which he rated some of the more prominent women of wrestling in various categories. This is great, I thought. More brownie points for Craig. Craig, however, knew he was in trouble. Beulah finished ninth on his list of 10! “Sex appeal–zero?!” she shrieked. Craig responded sheepishly: “But look at the reason why. You’re pregnant.”

“Zero?!” she shrieked. “But–” “Zero?!” … As match time approached, I heard a fan yell, “ECW rules!” Talk about your classic oxymoron. I bet you could fit a copy of the ECW rule book on one page of PWI—and still have room for pictures. There are no rules in hell. Referees? They have them, but they don’t even make a pretense of counting to four when traditionally illegal acts take place. The fans booed both referees when they were introduced, but I don't see why. They do exactly what the fans want them to do–nothing … I saw a young fan throw a flattened soda can toward the ring. The promoter also saw it. Acting swiftly and properly, he had the fan tossed … And, yes, there was wrestling at the Lu Lu Temple, too. In fact, I’d venture to say that the match between TV champion 2 Cold Scorpio and Sabu was one of the 20 best matches I have ever seen. Too bad the ECW fans didn’t appreciate it. About a minute into the match, many of the fans started with that ignorant “Boring!” chant. I suppose they just couldn’t wait for the wrestlers to get past that feeling-out phase before really getting down to business.

[Beulah McGillicutty gave Craig Peters an earful when she discovered that out associate publisher had given her a zero in the sex appeal category in a recent “In Focus” column.]

But get down to business they did; more accurately, I should say get up to business. These two men performed aerial feats that rendered the term “high-risk” a gross understatement. In one memorable sequence, Scorpio had Sabu in trouble and mounted the turnbuckles. Sabu lifted himself off the canvas, ran across the ring, sprung off a chair that had been left near the ropes, and maneuvered his body so that he was able to grab Scorpio around the neck with his legs. Sabu then reversed his momentum and “Franken-steinered” Scorpio from the turnbuckles down to a table at ringside. When I was a young wrestling fan, a dropkick was a spectacular move. This was beyond belief! The fans were appreciative; thy should have fallen out of their seats … I guess you can’t give people too much because their natural inclination is to always want more. Ultimately, you’ll have nothing more to give them, and one day you may even find them chanting “Boring!” rather than “ECW!”

#ecw #extreme championship wrestling #magazine scan #magazine transcript #PWI #pro wrestling illustrated #hi Beulah hiiii hi #stu saks doesn't get it ur beautiful to me girl #stus a hater in this and i believe in being unbiased #unless its to vince russo. fuck vince russo

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Villain Peach AU, where she still leaves the ranger academy, still goes to Dotaku, but Dotaku is actually a front for a Villainous Organization not related to her family (they had a falling out). Everyone who works on the island in the Main Universe still works at Dotaku here. They're all villains.

Team Brawl is not so much a vigilante group, but an actual villainous organisation.

Peach broke away from her family because she wanted freedom and control, something they would not allow back at home, constantly meddling in her plans. Her brutality is severe and she runs the place with an iron fist, hellbent on being better and meaner than those she came from, knowing they're watching her from afar, hoping they see just how much of a threat to the "family business" she's becoming. Knows all the clients to steal for big money, happily thieves from secure locations, every bit as stubborn and hard headed as she is now, just for all the wrong reasons.

Grey she befriended after he graduated, found him tinkering with gear in a rental garage, offered him more items than he'd know what to do with, a space to work, and a salary. All he had to do was make a few specific things. Down on his luck and out of options, he fell for her sly offer and charming nature, and moved to Dotaku to forge weapons, protective gear and snag machines. He found the work difficult, something he thrived on, a challenge, and with each task given, he found a work around, earning praise from Peach, working his way up to Admin with his talents. Their relations grew into somewhat a loving connection, though they have a Bonnie and Clyde energy to them at times. Is he into her? Is he afraid of her? He can't tell, but somehow keeps going back.

Plum is a little different, she finished the ranger course still, but never truly forgot about her rival, deciding to hunt her down, aware that she left to do villainous things. Perhaps she could sway her, bring her back to a better path. Only problem is, Peach is her mothers daughter, and when Plum finds her, she falls into the charismatic traps set. Her morals and goals are set alight, she has to retreat briefly from the encounter, and finds herself unable to think about anything else. Her choices will result in a mundane existence, her brother would be the one to inherit everything, she'd be stuck working behind a desk if she wasn't careful. But Dotaku could offer a burning olive branch, something that'd give her life power and meaning she couldn't comprehend. With traps and plans in mind, she is an asset, moving the the Isle to organise the ground troops, a wonderful addition, an expert in strategy, quickly earning an Admin position through her intelligence.

Pari, medical expert, ditsy and easy to manipulate, somewhat clumsy, but does a good job, graduated with well rounded skills ad tends to the residents and their pokemon, another Admin, though she is reluctant to fight, and stays at the back of the pack whenever possible.

None of the grass type speciality is there, Peach never studied that, and never went to become a professor. Instead the work is tailored to thieving and reselling pokemon, breeding unusual variants for the market, and making sure to undercut her own family to get the best price. With the money, they plan to buy out other organisations and combine forces to become a larger threat. Strength in numbers after all.

((this is a totally different tangent to the canon villain AU and I kind of dig it))

#villain AU #prof.peach #long post

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liviavanrouge · 2 months

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Jasper Birthday Jacket

Jasper: *Holds his head on his hands* How exciting my interviewer will be here soon, can't wait

Jasper: I wonder who was chosen, hope it's someone who enjoys my jokes

???: I would prefer if you kept your head on

Jamil: Hello Jasper, Happy Bithday

Jasper: Hey Jamil! Thanks for the wish!

Jamil: I was unsure of what to get you, but I hope you like this gift I have with me

Jasper: I'm sure I wi-

Jamil: What is it?

Jasper: JACKSTER HAS A GIRLFRIEND NOW!!! AWESOME!!

Jamil: EH!??

Jasper: How lucky!! I'm jealous that he has a girlfriend before me! Look at the doll, it looks so well made!

Jasper: She's smooth to the touch! Look at the stitching in her arms and the red flowing hair down her back! She's perfect

Jasper: I'm gonna call her Salster!!

Jamil: .....I did not expect him to like it that much...

Jasper: Jackster is gonna fall in love when he sees Salster, they're gonna be an iconic couple!

Jamil: Have you been learning slang from Cater? Do you know what Iconic even means?

Jasper: Of course I have! I've been learning it from some of the other Pomefiore students as well, it's quite a fun process

Jasper: Totes cool!

Jamil: Seems like you've been learning more from Cater than Vil.

Jasper: He always offers whenever I see him in the hallway, never a dull moment with that guy you know...

Jasper: He's possibly the only sunshine guy I don't avoid willingly, I always find a reason to go chill with him

Jasper: *Beams* Wait till I tell him about Jackster and Salster! He's totes gonna be so jelly!

Jamil: *Frowns* I bet he will....

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Jamil: Let's begin the interview. If you could have any student from Night Raven Collage as a sibling, who would it be? Students from your dorm are excluded

Jasper: Lilia.

Jamil: That was quick!

Jasper: I'm pretty close with Lilia when I ain hangin' with Malleus. We've run into each other a few times at night when he's searching for Malleus and/or Livia

Jasper: He likes bats and he's good at games, taught me a few things himself, not to mention he showed me some self defense moves

Jasper: I bested Sebek once in a training brawl, but I think I gave the guy extra training for a month since a 'rookie' beat him from what Lilia told me

Jamil: I can just feel the shame and embarrassment he must've felt

Jasper: Heh, yeah, I felt guilty but proud, Lilia himself even praised me and said I'd make a pretty good guard should I so wish

Jasper: Also, his cooking is delicious

Jamil: .....take that back, take that back right now...

Jasper: No way! It's the greatest thing I've ever tasted! I always get my breakfast and lunch from him

Jasper: He's always so happy to make it for me as well, I'm grateful otherwise I'd have to find something appealing in the lunchroom

Jamil: Someone like you do exist, I owe Shadow a weeks worth of lunch...

Jasper: Speaking of food, he brought me a cake he baked himself, I didn't wanna share so I ate it all in my room

Jasper: I feel kinda bad for not sharing with everyone, I bet everyone else wanted a slice as well but I can be pretty selfish when it comes to my favorite things

Jamil: I bet they'd thank you actually...

Jasper: Hm? You say something?

Jamil: I hope you thanked Lilia actually...

Jasper: I did, don't worry!

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Jamil: If you were to transfer to a different dorm, what would it be?

Jasper: A different dorm huh? I have actually never had to think about it before since I'm comfortable in Pomefiore despite Vil and Golden being the duo that keeps us in place

Jasper: Hm, give me a second to think about it for a moment

Jasper: Transfer to a different dorm huh?

Jasper: ....Heartslabyul..

Jamil: Okay- WHAT!??

Jasper: There's many dark places at night and I'd be able to remember every rule there, I have good memory

Jamil: If you want dark places why not go to Diasomnia?

Jasper: Because of "Diasomnia's Angel"

Jamil: ....Livia...?

Jasper: I'd be trembling in my shoes if I was in the same dorm as hers! She has Malleus watching out for her and rumor has it through school that the Valley of Thorns queen also loves her greatly

Jasper: That's SCARIER than the spooks in my hometown, who could be in the same form as her much less be her friend! I'd be scared of getting cursed for making her cry!

Jasper: She has so many "bodyguards" as well, that it'll be hard to even WANT to hang around her...

Jamil: She'd cry now hearing that...

Jasper: I hardly feel bad...

Jasper: At least in Heartslabyul I feel some form of safety, besides I like hanging with Cater and Deuce, they some chill guys

Jasper: Also, I like the challenge of following the rules and trying to please Riddle's rule following instincts, not to mention they got some awesome sweets

Jamil: Understandable, a shame you didn't give Scarabia a shot

Jasper: Sorry, I wouldn't be able to handle the sunshines of your dorm

Jamil: Me neither but I still do

Jasper: Fair point

Jamil: That concludes this interview, are you ready?

Jasper: Go for it!

Jamil: Happy Birthday, Jasper!

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Jasper: *Laughs, his hands combing his hair back as whipped cream covered half of his face, the plate on his shoulder*

@anxious-twisted-vampire

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peony-pearl · 2 years

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Personally I like to imagine that, during The Day of Black Sun, after Zuko confronts Ozai, a guard tells Ozai that Iroh has escaped. Ozai demands news on where Iroh could be, as he refuses to lose two prisoners.

He gathers himself and goes to find Iroh, seething after Zuko has bested him. He needs something to let his frustrations out upon. Eventually, he catches word, and he goes to confront his brother out in a clearing near the coast.

Iroh stands, solemn, silent, and daring. He isn’t afraid.

Ozai’s hands become engulfed in flames as he approaches the ‘Dragon of the West’. He taunts him, laughing, about how he belongs in that cell for ‘his own good’. He doesn’t mention how Zuko was going to go find him. Instead, he tells Iroh that no one wants him; no one loves him. He’s a failure; a disgrace.

Iroh doesn’t move. He doesn’t back down or flee. He doesn’t advance.

But what Ozai may have in sheer power - Iroh has the knowledge of a general.

Iroh has years of war stitched into his hands.

The fight is brutal, something that’s been building for decades. Ozai finally exacts his bitterness over being the spare child - while Iroh gets vengeance for Zuko, and, dare he say it, vengeance for his pride after being overlooked for his birthright.

Ozai’s fire and lightning are nearly outmatched - but Iroh’s force, his brutal strength and determination keep up with Ozai for what it’s worth; punching and scraping his brother with nails that have been chipped away from weeks inside a prison cell. His own fire and lightning are powerful against Ozai, but that’s not what he wants to use... in the end he needs to, but he wants Ozai to know his full wrath.

The scuffle is violent; neither come out without blackened eyes or bloodied noses. Skin is littered with cuts and bruises and burns; hair is singed and pulled and matted.

Azula watches from nearby, having caught up. This is no Agni Kai - it’s a dirty, vicious brawl with snarled teeth and more screams than actual words.

It’s something Azulon had become accustomed to breaking up when they were younger and more agile.

The agility was still there, but in it’s place was years of seething, simmering disgust.

Azula is about to intervene until both Iroh and Ozai cut her off with a barrier of fire, continuing to settle their score with screams that sprayed blood and spittle towards the other.

The Dragon battles The Phoenix, and there is no winner and no loser. Iroh manages to exploit a wound in Ozai’s ribs, punching it until Ozai can no longer stand and struggles to breathe; but he knows he can’t waste any more time before Azula finally intervenes to save her father, so he makes his escape.

Thankfully, Azula is more concerned in helping Ozai than in chasing him, which means he’ll only have to worry about regular soldiers tracking him. He can rest a little easier knowing Azula’s keen tracking sense won’t find him before he can be long gone, even with a limp and burning lungs, he can outrun these ordinary young pups.

Just long enough until he can meet the other Lotus’ and get some backup.

#atla #Iroh #Ozai #Azula #my writing

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thoughtfullyrainynightmare · 10 months

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💙❤️‍🔥💖 Charlotte and Luck

Oooo the fandom-theorized half-siblings

Charlotte

💙-- Hurt/Comfort

Char isn't close to her parents, which is why she didn't feel like she could really open up to them about things that bothered her. But she was lucky enough to have a parental figure in one of the older knights of the Blue Rose Knights, who was also her tutor, an associate of her mother's, who sometimes gave her advice and listened to her troubles, much like Sister Theresa was for the Vermillions. She keeps the life lessons taught to her by the BR knight in a notebook in her nightstand and it brings her pleasant memories as well as brings her comfort whenever she has doubts.

❤️‍🔥-- Hopes & Dreams/Life Passions

Charlotte wants to be seen as herself. Not as "just a woman", or "Roselei", or not even "Captain Roselei", let alone as her curse. She feels like there is always something that she's supposed to be, or some title or quality in her that is deemed to be "her", while it's just a part of her and she wants to be seen as a whole; as herself. That's why she feels like she needs to constantly prove to herself to others, and be strong and tough and dignified. But, deep down she wants someone to just see her, as herself.

💖-- Alternate Universe (AU)

An AU where she is a fashion designer and she's trying to make a line of clothes that would be highly successful and make something of herself. She finds inspiration from flowers, gardens and nature, but also from the strength of powerful women in her life.

Luck

💙-- Hurt/Comfort

Luck still has a hair ribbon of his mother's, and though he has moved on with his life, it doesn't mean that he still wouldn't think about his mom from time to time. And, though he knows that his mom's love was conditional, there are still memories from his childhood that are dear to him, because his mom was there for him. She comforted him and sang him a lullaby when he was upset, and that ribbon is a memento of her.

❤️‍🔥-- Hopes & Dreams/Life Passions

Luck's dream and hope for life at its very core is to be loved and cared for unconditionally, because that's what he grew up with wanting. Even his mom seemed to value him based on his mana, or his ability to fight, so there was a condition, a set of standards that he needed to fulfil in order to be "whole" in his mom's eyes. So, while he does enjoy a good brawl and wants to be the strongest, the hidden motive behind wanting to be The Strongest, is to quite simply be loved and cared for. He wants to feel like he is enough as himself.

💖-- Alternate Universe (AU)

I don't have a specific AU for him, but I think that a MMA AU would suit him. He's building name for himself in the ring and trying to earn fame by beating tougher and tougher opponents all the time, but it's not until he joins a gym called The Black Bulls that he finds his place and starts enjoying life instead of just caring about the next match.

#charlotte roselei #luck voltia #black clover headcanons #black clover

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fruit-salad-ship · 2 years

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Kind-of-villain Plum AU wont let me work in peace until I dump it here.

Ranger academy is the last place Peach sees her, the story is as we know it, peach goes off to be a professor, plum completes the ranger course and graduates to go onto work in her industry, she's good at what she does!

Except this time she meets a lovely guy, tall, strong, confident. They date a while before getting engaged, Plum is happy, from what she can remember, all things about this guy are good, nothing to worry over, no red flags.

She's introduced into the family, they all seem approving of her, and she fills a space that seems to be evidently empty within the household. They seem to do a lot of unusual dealings but their notoriety is highly regarded as good, plenty of community work, even Plum's family know them and have done deals with them, over what, she's not entirely sure.

She is offered the job at the Island, and takes it, stays there in the week, goes home for weekends mostly. Her husband keeps asking her to find things out, loves to listen to all her gossip about the goings on, digs for info a lot. She believes he does this to engage with her work and show interest, appreciates it.

She finds Peach to be abrasive as ever but warms to her, same with Grey, they get along, she enjoys their company enough to consider them friends, hell, if it wasn't for her being happily married, she'd consider getting involved with them, they clearly have an open thing going on.

She doesn't think anything of her husband throwing a party, seeing if Plum wanted to invite her island friends. He knew to pick a date that Grey was busy (thanks to Plums unknowing intel), and so she manages to drag Peach along. She turns up, left Val behind, it's a party, why would she need any pokemon? Besides, Val would only be grouchy the entire time, better to let her have the weekend off too.

Peach does not recognise him at first, but he knows her. Watches as she finds a quiet moment to peel away from the event, chill out in the garden of a home she's not familiar with, it does not smell like a place she's been to before, no photos up on walls.

Plum had no idea when her and Peach had their romantic Ranger run in, Robbie was aware. The eldest cousin, hellbent on outdoing the heir of the family, entranced Plum after the academy, wooed her, bagged an insider informant. She has no recollection, but he's been putting memories in her head, and removing others, so she was compliant in the downfall of the island, and Peach.

She goes into the house, confronted with the two cousins brawling all out, and Rob cannot be beaten by ordinary means. Peach goes down hard, and Plum is terrified. But it's ok, Robbie can just delete that memory once they get her back to the family home. The betrayal hits Peach pretty hard, but she sees the little ranger afraid, totally unable to recall anything negative. The professor knows what they've done to her, knows they've removed the bad, and reinforced the good with Beheeyem mind altering processes.

Both parties are guilt riddled, Grey has no clue anythings wrong, back at the island handling daily tasks, it's not until neither Plum or Peach return by monday that he starts to ask questions.

Meanwhile back at the actual family home, Peach is stuck in the basement, Plums been "reset" back to her compliant self, goes down to visit her husband, totally disconnected from the work he's doing, wearing Peach down to nothing before the next step in the family plan happens. He's quietly hoping she dies from the process. Makes sure to let Plum go in and talk with her, bloodied and tired, like she doesn't know who peach is anymore.

Some small dumb thing brings back some memories, perhaps an inside joke they shared, maybe a nickname, whatever it was, Plum manages to grab back some of the past. She considers helping her escape but knows without pokemon, they're stuck in the home without a chance in hell of getting free.

She sits up at night, knowing Robs in the basement continuing his work, just crying over how stupid she'd been not seeing how nasty he really was. If the professor was there, she'd tell her it's ok, the family's devious, Robs the worst of all the cousins, twisted, she knows he did this to get to her, he literally told her that to her face. He chose plum because she would be able to work her way back into Peach's life easily one day, where'd you think the job opportunity for her came from? The family paid off an insider Ranger to give her the position.

Can you even imagine the horrible snide comments the cousins share over the situation? It'd be low blow after low blow, just claws out, bitchy behaviour between them both.

Does she get free? Does Plum help? or is she just caught up in this mess?

I dunno but theres a lot of opportunity there for heartache. Especially when Peach gets wiped, but Plum knows it's because of her being bait, pretends like she's not regained her memories to see if an opportunity to fix this arises. secretly contacts Grey to bring in help, maybe she gets caught? Or he comes in and tries to help.

Technically without Val, Peach can't do the job her family demand of her, so they'd have to steal her away too, sneak onto the island and lure her away from security or other staff.

its a devious AU, horrible, awful, no good. excellent.

#rambling #fruit salad #brainrot #villain au #sort of

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(For the flirt meme) Emma showing up to a music video shot, thinking it's gonna be a normal day until she spots someone familiar. Kyosuke was there.....in a dark red shirt opened to show his abs, a leather harness and leather pants. He's thoroughly embarrassed but he says that one of the backup dancers got sick and he was dragged to fill the spot.

Jin-Lou was tired. Not the normal wanting to nap tired but the good tired. The kind of tired you get after a long satisfying brawl or a night on the town with friends drunk and laughing like lunatics. To her it was both, and beside her was Petva. Shirtless and wasted after they had spent three. No maybe four? Hours kicking and punching the shit out of each other while throwing back that sweet liquid gold she loved so much. They were sweating, laughing their head off as a trickle of blood came down their nose only to be licked away.

Fluster my muse (Suggestive but not explicit so little warning)

As she looked up and down on Kyosukes outfit she couldn't help but get a bit rosy in her face, even if he didn't have the confidence in it to her he just looked as handsome and hot as he could get... however this also enabled her to tease him a little more as she got closer.

"I probably must get worried I get distracted with you around actually... but I take that if it means to keep you like this for a while... maybe even after the shoot... I just wanna keep that image burned in my mind."

She saw him grow redder as she placed a kiss on his cheek before helping to remove the lipstick stain after.

"You will get a reward for sure if you pull through this with me, well then, shall we give them a show.~"

She playfully tugged on his harness and took him along to the shoot.

Curiously the Woman leaned over their body, having a snarky smirk on her face as put her hand on their chin.

"You are too easy to read, Tiger... Imagined what its like to be between my thighs without the fight, huh? Well we could take a break anyways if you prefer that much."

"Really Babe?!"

She noticed the sudden surge of energy they had before leaning onto them with her whole body hands on their chest.

"If you can get up that is... try to get off from me and we can leave to your room and continue the "Fighting" there, but at your state I wonder if you can."

Her body felt hella warm against them yet despite her smug look she suddenly quickly got pushed upwards as Petva leaned forward and pulled her by her hips close... a bit of a redish curious look appeared on Jins face.

"Not half bad... fine then, lets move and celebrate back at yours."

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ophelia-jones · 1 year

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Sept 2008

Adalia had been tending bar at the Rendezvous Roadhouse for three months now, located in between two tiny towns in rural Georgia. They were within 60 miles of Athens and yet somehow in the middle of nowhere at the same time. She didn't mind, she had grown up in rural Louisiana so it was familiar, but thankfully far from the history she was hiding from.

On the weekends, the Rendezvous hosted live bands and drew in customers from all over. Karaoke Thursdays we're popular too. But tonight was neither the weekend nor even Thursday, but a quiet Tuesday night with only a handful of customers to take care of. They were a bit rough and ready, but she knew how to handle a few redneck bikers.

"Oh good, I was afraid we wouldn't have any trouble tonight," Jenny groaned.

Jenny was the opening bartender that day and had another hour left in her shift. She would most likely stay until after close; she knew Adalia didn't like leaving the bar alone in the middle of the night. The manager, Jimmy, didn't see the problem and refused to schedule two bartenders on slow nights. Why pay two people when there is barely enough work for one?

The two women were washing glasses and chatting amicably when the door opened and four men walked in.

"You know these guys?" Adalia asked, looking them over carefully. Her eye lingered on one in particular with a flutter low in her belly she hadn't felt in some time.

"Yeah, Steve and Eric work construction, when they can't live off unemployment or false disability claims. The other two are just drifters that pass through now and again - the Dixon brothers. They're the real trouble. Merle, there -" She nodded to the taller of the two brothers, with a smile that sent shivers down Adalia's spine and reptilian eyes. "Keep your distance if you can, he'll grab a handful of whatever he can. Tits, ass, legs, he doesn't care, he just gets off on your reaction more than anything." Jenny said, grabbing the tip jar and hiding it under the bar. "He'll take half the tips or better if you leave them out, too," she added.

"What about him?" Adalia asked about the younger brother, the one with sandy blonde hair that looked freshly cut but wouldn't sit quite right on his head. He reminded her of a little boy with a persistent cowlick. He had the broadest shoulders she'd ever seen on a man and biceps that were beautifully displayed by his sleeveless button-down plaid shirt.

"That's Daryl. He won't give you any trouble, at least not personally; but he is a mean drunk and will both start and end a fight with any man that looks at him the wrong way. The dude's got a chip on his shoulder the size of Mt. Rushmore. If he starts a brawl, it's best to just get outta the way. It's not worth the risk of trying to shut him down." Jenny told her as the men approached the bar and took up half the seats.

"Well, there goes the neighborhood. What can I get you guys tonight?" Jenny greeted the men with her sweetest smile, the one she used on troublesome guests and good tippers. Adalia assumed these were the former, rather than the latter given the words of warning Jenny had given before the men were seated.

"You know you love us, Miss Jenny!" Merle smiled at the bottle blonde in the tank top and daisy dukes. His eyes were everywhere but on her face. "How 'bout we start with a little lap dance and see where it goes from there?" he suggested.

"Not that kinda place Merle Dixon! And you couldn't afford me if it was." Jenny quipped, winking at the man. "What are you drinking?"

"Four beers, four shots of whatever's cheap," Merle told her, setting some cash on the bar. Jenny began pouring the shots of Jim Beam and Adalia set about opening the bottles of Pabst Blue Ribbon. She set the four open bottles down in front of Daryl and paused for a heartbeat when she caught his startling sky-blue eyes. She had not been prepared at all for the delicate beauty of them set in such a man. Everything else about him, from his scruffy goatee to his dirty jeans said tough guy, but those eyes! They were like quicksilver, they reminded her of cool clear glacial lakes and summer skies.

He took one of the beers from her and sized her up silently, though he did not leer as his brother did. He made eye contact again as he took a long drink from his bottle and Adalia couldn't quite tear herself away until Jenny stepped up beside her and began distributing the shots. Adalia passed the other three beers to the rest of the group and moved back to cleaning behind the bar.

"You've got some new blood in here since last time," Merle said to Jenny as his attention fell on Adalia. She did her best to pretend she didn't hear him from the far end of the bar, despite how small it was.

"Mmm-hmm, and we'd like to keep her around so don't scare her away!" Jenny joked with him. Merle and the other two men laughed heartily. Daryl just tossed back his shot as if he hadn't heard a thing.

The men seemed content laughing with Jenny for the next hour or, but her shift was over and she went to the back to collect her purse and keys. Adalia wondered if she would stick around tonight or if the Dixons had scared her off.

Jenny was a stick-thin twenty-something with her hair styled and nails done, displaying everything she had in her booty shorts and tight shirt. She was the opposite in almost every way of Adalia who was 36 years old and starting life all over. She was now a single mom with a fifteen-year-old son and a thirteen-year-old daughter to look after. She had Marilyn Monroe curves and shaggy black hair that didn't quite reach her shoulders. Tonight, she wore a pair of jeans that fit her well and a T-shirt that was a bit too tight in the bust. She was a beautiful woman, but she really had no idea that this was the case. Perhaps it was the years of being told by her ex-husband no one but he would ever want her.

One of the regular customers, a sixty-something man named Bobby who drank alone almost every night, approached Adalia. She didn't notice him approaching until it was too late.

"Hey, you stupid bitch, are you trying to cheat me? There ain't a drop of liquor in this!" he declared, tossing the drink -glass, and all at Adalia's face. She gasped as the glass hit the mirror behind her and the rum and coke shattered all over. She grabbed hold of the heaviest liquor bottle behind the bar and wielded it like a club, but before she had half a chance to lose her temper, her blue-eyed boy was on the troublesome customer.

"You wanna try that shit on someone your own size, hot shot?" Daryl growled, and the older man blanched. He knew he could not hold his own in this fight.

"Stupid bitch has been shorting me on my drinks all night, I just want to get what I paid for," he told him, trying to justify his bad behavior.

"I want to hear you tell that lady you're sorry, and then I'm gonna give you two minutes to get the fuck outta here before I make your face even uglier than it already is!" Daryl threatened. No one in the bar doubted he would keep his promise.

"You heard my brother, ass hole." Merle drawled threateningly, but he didn't even have to stand up to be intimidating.

"I ain't apologizing for her stupidity!" the man said, but he turned and left the bar quickly.

"You hurt?" the blue-eyed stranger asked, turning back to look Adalia over. She smiled at him, trying not to be impressed with such a display of aggression, but there was something primal about this man that she couldn't deny turned her on.

"I'll live, sugar," she said, "Thanks for worrying about me though." She smiled at him as she wiped the liquor from her face and neck. She had a small laceration on her arm but it was nothing a bandaid couldn't handle.

"You drink free tonight," she told him as she admired him openly.

"You don't gotta do that, that guy was a damned ass hole, I woulda loved the chance to teach him a lesson," the man drawled. He was about as unrefined as moonshine but there was a charm in his gruffness.

"What's your name, shug?" Adalia asked, her Louisiana accent contrasting his like sweet and sour. Her eyelids were lowered, her green eyes gazing at him from behind thick black lashes. He shuffled a bit awkwardly under the weight of her admiring gaze.

"Daryl," he told her, chewing a hangnail on his thumb absently.

"Nice to meet you Daryl, I'm Adalia," she offered him her hand to shake. He looked at it for a moment as if he had never shaken a woman's hand in his life, but then took it in his own and gave it a single quick shake. He grunted in acknowledgment.

"What can I do for you? Another round of the same?" she asked after a moment. She seemed to have stunned the man silently.

"Yeah," he replied with a sharp nod. The taller man, the one who had called Daryl his brother, approached her with a smile. He offered her his hand.

"I'm Merle, ma'am, and don't you worry your pretty little head. We won't stand for anyone giving a lady that kind of grief while we're here." he slurred, already slightly drunk.

"I appreciate that," she told him as she moved to open four bottles of beer and pour four shots of whiskey.

"Looks like baby brothers got a fan," Merle slurred as they returned to their seats.

"Shut up," Daryl grumbled.

"No, he's right," their friend told Daryl, glancing back over his shoulder at the dark-haired bartender. "She's creaming her jeans for you, man."

"Fuck off," Daryl said with a frown, knocking back his shot and taking a long pull from his beer.

"You're a lucky man," added the fourth man at their table. "I have been wondering if I could bury my face in those tits all damned night!" This elicited a hearty laugh from the other men, but Daryl's face turned red. With embarrassment or anger, it was hard to say, Daryl was always quiet with his emotions until they were too much to keep in.

"She's your type brother, you can't deny that," Merle continued the conversation with a smirk. "He likes a pair of jugs that could smother him. He'd die happy if it was between a pair of double d's!"

Daryl scowled at his brother, but Merle continued,

"Nothing wrong with big titties but they usually come with an ass the size of Texas. He doesn't seem to mind that, though."

"Yeah, well, you can keep your stick-thin addicts." Daryl retorted, "I like my women with all their teeth." This elicited a round of laughter from the group, Merle included.

"Don't knock it until you tried it, brother. There are fringe benefits to a woman with no teeth." he joked.

Adalia was washing the liquor off her face and fixing her makeup in the bathroom but she could hear the men loud and clear. She tried not to let their words sting, but it was hard. Her ex-husband had made a habit of telling her she was too fat to fuck. She had finally gotten up the strength to take the kids and run away from him and from Louisiana.

She was certainly no waify model, but she had started to find her self-esteem again. Adalia smoothed her alcohol-dampened t-shirt and looked in the mirror. She decided she was proud of her appearance no matter what a bunch of hillbilly bikers might have to say about it. She went back to work, collecting empties from the tables and starting the clean-up process so closing would go quickly.

She couldn't deny the attraction to Daryl and hoped maybe Merle was right and he felt the same. She hadn't felt this sort of attraction in some time now and the way he stirred her reminded her she wasn't as old as she sometimes felt. There was some hope for a little romance left in her life.

She decided to go out on a limb and try her rusty skills of seduction. If nothing else, it was a bit of fun. Flirting was a game, after all; a dance. How much fun it was depended on how your partner responded, of course, but even if she just made him blush that was enough.

"You good, Sugar? Need another?" she asked Daryl as she leaned in front of him to collect Merle's empty bottle and shot glass, making sure he got a good eyeful. When she stepped back, the amusement on the other men's faces was evident.

"Naw, I'm good."

"Ok, well just holler if you want me," she said with a wink before walking to the other end of the bar to dispose of the bottles and wash the shot glasses. The men erupted into a flurry of laughter and teasing behind her and she smiled a bit. She hoped she hadn't embarrassed Daryl.

"Jesus, Daryl, what do you need her to do, get her tits out and slap you in the face with 'em? That gal wants it, and if you don't give it to her, I will!" Merle said, starting to stand up. Daryl stood and stared his brother down.

"Sit the fuck down," he said, squaring his shoulders and glaring at Merle until the man had seated himself again.

"Well?" Merle smirked up at him.

"Did I hear a glass breaking a while ago?" Jenny asked as she emerged from the backroom in a change of clothes with her hair and makeup completely refreshed. Adalia rolled her eyes and nodded, she was still cleaning up shards of glass.

"Bobby being an asshole, nothing new," she told her coworker. Jenny raised her eyebrows and nodded behind Adalia. She turned to see Daryl behind the bar stalking towards her. When he grabbed her wrist and began to lead her toward the corridor where the bathrooms were tucked away, Adalia's heart began to race.

Adalia's body flooded with anticipation, coming to life in ways she hadn't felt in too long.

She looked nervous, but Jenny smirked at her and gestured that she should go. Jenny would man the bar.

Daryl didn't say a word as he dragged her into the single bathroom and kicked the door closed behind himself. He stood chest-to-chest with her much like he had the man when he wanted to fight, but his quicksilver eyes burned with a different sort of heat.

"If I'm out of line, this is your chance to say so," he told her, his chest coming into contact with hers and his hands settling on her hips.

"You're not," she told him, slightly breathless with the sudden intensity of his attention but excited by it. He bent to kiss her, his mouth firm on hers and tongue demanding entry - which she yielded with a deep moan of pleasure. He ran his hands up along her back, pulling her shirt up as he went and yanking it off, tossing it aside. His hands were greedy as he grabbed her breasts, eyes devouring them just as hungrily. He reached around behind her, staring down into her eyes as he fumbled with the clasp.

Daryl cursed under his breath and before Adalia had a chance to release the clasp herself, he had withdrawn a pocket knife and quickly cut through the back strap. He tugged the ruined lingerie off with one hand and grabbed one heavy breast in the other, a low moan of appreciation escaping his lips as his eyes fell on them. He kissed her again, a bruising, breathtaking kiss - both hands kneading, thumbs rubbing over her hard nipples sending electricity sparking straight down between her legs.

She made quick work of the buttons of his shirt, eager to feel his skin against her own. She touched his solid pecs, brushing her fingers over his chest, her pinkie lightly grazing his nipple and making him stand up straight, his breath caught in his throat. She wrapped her arms around his neck so her breasts were pressed tightly against his chest, his chest hair creating a paradoxical sensation of roughness and smoothness at once.

Daryl slid his hands down over her ass as he kissed her once more, and then he grabbed her by the hips and spun her around to face the sink. He bent to kiss her neck while his hands slid down her belly and unfastened her jeans.

His fingers dipped below her waistband, breaching her panties and finding her already wet. He sunk his teeth into the side of her neck and made her cry out and press herself against his hand. He was sucking at her neck and could feel how her body reacted to him as she grew slippery against his fingers.

"You like that?" he asked, his voice low in her ear as he pressed down hard against her clit and the sensation nearly took her legs out from under her.

She only managed to bite her lip and nod in response, so he began rubbing almost too hard in circles and repeated himself.

"You like that?"

Her knees and thighs trembled and she nodded again, managing to utter a desperate breathy 'Yes!'

He pressed himself up against her and she didn't need to ask if he liked anything, his hard-on against her ass told her he was. She arched her back to rub against him, and in the process deepened his finger's contact on her clit, suddenly she felt herself topple over the edge of her first climax. She cried out in surprise and pleasure, and Daryl caught her, one strong arm under her waist to keep her from collapsing as her body shunted all of its focus to the way he had made her cunt tremble.

Gasping and trying to regain her senses, Adalia grasped the sink until her knuckles grew white. When she glanced in the mirror, she saw Daryl's smile for the first time. Just a little crooked smirk, his eyes lowered slightly. Certainly, it couldn't be shyness, not at this point in the game. Maybe he was looking at the heart-shaped tattoo between her shoulder blades.

He knelt and pulled her pants down forcefully and she kicked them to the side, leaning her forearms from hands to elbows on the sink, Daryl grabbed her by the hips and slipped a knee between her legs to nudge them apart she watched him in the mirror as his eyes took in the view. He watched his hand as he put two fingers into her all the way to the knuckles and felt her reflexively squeeze tight against them. He groaned at the feeling, his cock aching to take his fingers' place.

He stroked her, in and out until she was squirming and lifting her hips, spreading her legs further with need. Daryl removed his hand, his eyes locking on hers in the mirror, and licked first his forefinger and then his middle finger. Adalia felt her pussy tighten, surprised at how much the sight turned her on. As Daryl lowered his jeans just far enough to free his cock, he bent over her and breathed in her ear,

"You taste like honey." Adalia shivered as she felt the tip of an impressively thick cock begin to press into her. "Straight from the comb" he continued, pressing, stretching her inch by inch, pausing and pressing firmly deeper with each word."Hot," he pressed in further, "sticky," he moaned and those blue eyes drifted shut. He was nearly buried to the balls and he wanted her to take all of it. "And so damned …SWEET!" he groaned the last word and stood, looking at her in the mirror, completely naked while he wore his open shirt and had only freed the important bits from his jeans. She was so vulnerable and open to him, and he seemed to want every bit of her.

He began to move, very slowly, nearly pulling out completely and then pushing back in just as slowly. He watched where their bodies joined, biting his lip as he did. The long slow strokes were the most torturously sensual thing Adalia had ever experienced. She balanced her weight on her arms, standing on her tiptoes and arranging herself to allow him the deepest possible angle.

Had it always been this good? Had she really forgotten this feeling? The intense pleasure of being stretched to her limits, caressed from the inside, the glide of soft skin and rigid cock. No, she'd never known anything like this. This she could not ever forget.

Daryl grunted and moaned softly, his exhalations growing louder and more desperate as he began to thrust faster against her, deeper, harder; the sound of their skin slapping against each other would have mortified her once, made her so self-conscious she would stand no chance of enjoying the experience.

Somehow, here and now, it only served to make it better. Daryl was so primal, so BEASTIAL there was nothing about her body or what they were doing to be ashamed of. She could just do what felt good.

Daryl's hands on her hips were bruising her but she didn't want him to let go, she lowered her shoulders as far as she could and lifted her hips as high as possible, his firm hold helping her be able to maintain the pose.

Daryl was close now, she could see it in his face, the way his lips parted, and the intensity in his eyes, but especially in the way he moved now, almost frantically. She watched him in the mirror, his eyes admiring the way he made her tits bounce. He moved one hand from her hip and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her forcefully back toward him.

This, along with the adjustment of how her back arched now and a deep, hard thrust found a spot inside her that she had not even known was there, and she could hear the desperate moans coming from her though she had no control over them at all as she came from muscles deep inside, tightening around him in wave after wave of release that rippled through her whole body.

Daryl muttered a string of obscenities through clenched teeth, his grip on her hair painfully tight now; his head fell back against his shoulders, his eyes toward the ceiling unseeing. One last deep thrust and a loud cry of intense, blinding pleasure as he throbbed and spilled into her.

He was starting to catch his breath when suddenly, the sink collapsed under Adalia and fell to the floor with a crash. Water sprayed everywhere, and if Daryl had not caught her by the waist Adalia would surely have found herself face-first in the wreckage.

"Damn," she heard Daryl swearing as he zipped his pants up and hurried to turn off the water supply to the irreparable sink. Adalia was the first to laugh, but soon Daryl was too, shaking his head at her and the absurdity of the situation. He helped gather her clothes before they were too saturated, and she slipped back into everything but the bra, which she dropped into the trash can.

"Sorry bout that," Daryl murmured as she did, starting to return to himself a bit.

"You were worth the price of a bra, shug," she told him, shortening sugar to shug most intimately.

"And a sink?" he asked, still smiling.

"I have no idea how that happened. Must've been while Bobby was stumbling around here before I kicked him out earlier," she said, running her fingers through her hair.

"Must've been," Daryl agreed, his sweet smile and blue eyes held her enraptured for a moment before she moved to kiss him; but realizing how he had stiffened up at her approach, she planted the kiss on his cheek instead. He buttoned his shirt back up and smoothed his hair down before opening the door for her.

The snickers from Daryl's party told them they had been able to be heard over the sound of Lynyrd Skynyrd on the jukebox. Adalia's cheeks burned a bit but she did her best to ignore the rowdy men. She could hear Daryl telling them to shut up as he finished his beer and put some cash down on the bar.

"No, you don't!" she told him lightly, handing him the money back. "I told you you weren't paying tonight and I meant it."

"Well in that case…" Merle said, pushing back from the bar and standing unsteadily. He picked up the cash he had put down and began to pocket it.

"Uh-uh, hey now. Daryl rushed to my defense while y'all just sat there on your lazy asses!" she told him, holding her hand open for his money.

"Well that was cuz we knew you could handle yourself with that liquor bottle; you were about to crack his head open! We respected you as a woman that didn't need saving by no man!" he rambled drunkenly.

"Nice try, pay up," she told him, and Merle did pay up. Daryl cast one last look over his broad shoulder as they left and lifted one hand in a wave. Adalia nodded at him and as the door closed behind the men, Jenny started shaking Adalia by the shoulders and squealing happily for her.

"I have never, not once, seen that man smile. You must have a magic cooter!" she teased. Adalia laughed and fanned her hand over her face.

"I don't know about that, but uh, yeah, it was…" she was at a loss for words. "how often did you say they drift in this way?"

"Every few months, but I'd say it might be a bit sooner next time," Jenny replied.

Adalia smiled at the thought, but whenever they did come back around, she hoped she would still be around as well.

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officialleehadan · 2 years

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Evidence Report

Confidence Scheme

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“Right,” Will said as he walked into Alexis’s office, Leonardo’s sketchbook in hand. “I’ve got good news and bad news, and a request. What do you want first?”

Alexis knew what that meant. They had worked together for a long time and she knew him almost as well as his wife did. He had information for her. All of it was valuable. She wasn’t going to like some of it. She would probably give him whatever he wanted, but he was going to have to argue for it first.

“Good news,” she said, as she always did. Will closed her office door and took a seat across from her. “How was your date?”

“Good,” Will said and proffered the sketchbook. “Already had it dusted for prints, but it’s clean. Don’t open it until we get to the ‘bad news’ part of the discussion.”

“Okay, you have my attention,” Alexis said. She set the sketchbook aside and offered a glass of water in its place. Will nodded and she passed it over. She had a bottle of tequila in the bottom drawer of her desk, but he didn’t think they would need that for this conversation. “Good news.”

That was the easy part. Will was glad she liked to start on a high note.

“Venganza is non-violent,” he said, since that was one of the things he cared the most about. “Didn’t have a single weapon that I could spot, and since he was in tight jeans and a tshirt, I’m confident I would have spotted one. He flinches from the idea of violence. I don’t think it’s ever even occurred to him to kill anyone.”

Okay, the thief could probably throw a punch, and he was definitely the athletic sort judging by the muscles that were very much on display. That said, he was also an artist and Will doubted he would risk his hands in a brawl unless he was fighting for his life.

“He’s good-looking, around twenty-five. Dark hair, blue eyes, tan skin. Hard to place his racial history, and he switches accents like breathing, so pinning him on a single location will be hard too. He was also nice enough to pretend he didn’t notice me snapping his picture. I assume it won’t get us anywhere since he let me take it.”

It was a lot of information in a small bite, but it was more than they ever hoped to get off Venganza. He was too professional to let anything slip that he didn’t allow intentionally. The photo was a sign of good faith.

“Knowing he’s nonviolent does help,” Alexis admitted with a sigh. “A lot of the better thieves are a little too prone to shooting their business partners when things go wrong.”

“He’s not the type,” Will said with absolute certainty. “Oh, he called himself ‘Leonardo’, but I suspect it’s a Da Vinci reference, not his actual name.”

“We’ll add it as a potential alias. Is that all of the good news?”

“Not quite. He’s got a fantastic memory, and he let me record his whole statement. It was incredibly detailed and as comprehensive as anything. He’s the kind of witness we dream of,” Will said. The little recorder was already with Evidence. “That’s what brings us to the Bad News.”

“Not loving that transition,” Alexis told him, but she reached for the sketchbook again. “Right. Lay it on me.”

“We’re dealing with the kind of bad guys that give our best and brightest lawmen the bad nightmares,” Will said. Alexis only raised a brow when she saw Venganza’s map of the location, but her face went grey under her tan at the sight of the next few pages. Will had already seen them and didn’t plan to look a second time. They were horrific. “A gun shipment that looks like a contract hit on the delivery guys. I’m guessing it wasn’t regular, which means someone wants a lot of guns they don’t usually need, and they have the pull with the gun-runners to get them. Venganza didn’t know all of what he saw but he notices details.”

“And he’s a damn good artist,” Alexis noted. The pictures got progressively more graphic. Will wasn’t surprised that Venganza gave it to them without protest. He wouldn’t have wanted to keep it either. “Recorded names, wrote down conversations, and everything. I’ve had CSIs that weren’t this through.”

“Helps when the sketch artist was the witness,” Will agreed. “This is a lot bigger than we thought. More importantly, most importantly, he heard them arranging their next delivery. It’s sloppy, but I guess they didn’t expect a witness to be hanging out in the rafters.”

“He give that information to you?”

“That’s part of the sort-of bad news. He’s only willing to trade that information in exchange a pardon on several of his higher-profile crimes.”

“He confessed?”

“He alluded. I suspect there’s connections to other crimes, violent crimes, that he wants to pass on directly.”

That was perhaps the most surprising thing about the whole meeting. As soon as he decided Will was trustworthy, Venganza seemed almost eager to tell him everything he could remember. He shied away from violent details, but it was clear that he was actually pleased to have a direct line to the authorities.

Will hadn’t decided if it was because the thief was actually a decent person, or if it was just that he wanted to sell out as many of the more violent criminals as he could. Either way, it was a win. Will wasn’t going to walk away from such a cache of tips.

Neither would Alexis.

“I’m going to have to talk to the DA,” she said, which wasn’t a surprise. Alexis had been with the department of justice for a long time. She lived and breathed the rules of due process. “But I know her. She’s not going to want to let an informant like him go without a fight. If I had to guess, it will be for nonviolent crimes only, but if you’re right about him, I doubt that will be a problem.”

“I’m right about him. I bet he knows how to shoot, but I seriously doubt he’s ever thrown a punch unless he had no other choice. Seems like the kind to bolt if it comes to a fight,” Will said with the confidence of someone who hadn’t always been nonviolent. “But I don’t have a problem with that, and I doubt he will either. That brings us to the ‘request’ part of the conversation.”

“You want to be his handler,” Alexis said before he could say it himself. Will shrugged. He figured she would know what he wanted by this point. “Regardless, I want more information out of him about what he saw, and if the DA agrees to his condition, he’s going to need someone he trusts enough to talk to. You already have a relationship with him.”

“I do, but you should know that he was definitely flirting with me. Don’t know if it was serious, but he was sure trying.” Will doubted that it would be a problem either. “So that’s something to be aware of.”

“Problem?”

“Nah, I think he just flirts with pretty much anything with a pulse. I’ll let you know if Vanessa decides she wants to keep him.”

More blunt than he would be with anyone else, but blunt was better than keeping secrets that could wreck his career and screw the case. If Alexis knew there was a possibility of fraternization, she would keep an eye on things. If he got too close, she would pull him off the case.

Fortunately, Alexis just chuckled, well aware that Ill and his wife had very similar taste in men, and a fondness for smart brunettes in specific.

“Right,” she decided with a single nod. “Let me talk to the DA. Get you that pardon he wants. I assume he’s going to want that shark of a lawyer of his to read it over?”

“You assume correctly. The lawyer is our point of contact from now on, unless Venganza reaches out himself.”

“Good enough. Gimme a few days, and we’ll see that we can do to get this ball rolling. Now get out of my office and don’t come back unless your new informant shows up in person.”

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