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Cross-Country Christmas

Summary: When Ari is left stranded at the airport on Christmas Eve, you find yourself in need of a little holiday miracle...

Warnings: Light Angst, Mature Themes, Angst, Ari Being A Menace, Holiday Themes, Smut, Arguments, Oral Sex (fem rec), Spanking (mentioned), Pet Names, Cursing, Violent Thoughts, Minors DNI

A/N: Full story! Part of my Sweet Renegades Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

2:00pm, Christmas Eve – Bell’s Creek, Texas

You couldn’t believe this was happening. After spending the last several days out of town with his family, Ari had been due to fly back to Bell’s Creek tonight so that the two of you could spend the holiday together.

Your first Christmas as a couple.

But that was before the surprise arrival of the severe winter storm that was currently sweeping through the Midwest, resulting in numerous canceled flights that had left thousands stranded across the country – including your handsome Bounty Hunter.

“Are they at least trying to get you on another flight, or are you just shit out of luck?” Putting the phone on speaker, you set it on the counter so that you can go back to rolling out more dough for your next pie.

“Well, the airline is being a little evasive.” Ari admits, blowing out a heavy breath. You can practically hear him raking an agitated hand through his chestnut locks. “But with this storm comin’ in, I’m gettin’ the sense that I’m most likely fucked until tomorrow. Maybe a little longer.”

“This is exactly why you should’ve just stayed at your sister’s place.” You sniffle, blinking away tears as you wield your rolling pin with a touch more force than necessary.

“Bird.” You can tell he’s doing his best to keep hold of his patience.

“Oh, don’t “Bird” me.”

“Bird.” This time your name is spoken with a slightly more authoritative note. It’s one that your body recognizes almost immediately. “Please don’t start with me, okay? I’m not in the mood.”

Too bad you weren’t neccessarily in the mood to obey today.

“I’m just saying.” You continue, feeling more pissed at mother nature than anything else. “If you would’ve stayed with Evelyn and the kids at least you would’ve been able to be with your family on Christmas.” You toss the pin in the sink, wincing at the loud clatter it makes. “Now you’ll probably be stuck all alone, sleeping with a bunch of grumpy strangers at the flippin’ airport!”

“That’s enough of the sass, baby.” Ari grunts.

“It’s not sass if it’s the truth, Ari.” You hum, peering over at the apples you’ve got soaking in a bowl filled with 7-Up.

“Sweetheart.” The soft rebuke rolls easily off his tongue. “I made a promise to spend Christmas Day with you – all wrapped up in you – and it’s one I intend to keep. Somehow.” He tacks on the last bit, which unknowingly brings a smile to your lips.

“At this rate, you’re gonna be spending at least part of the holiday sleeping at your gate.”

“Fuck.” He curses under his breath.

“Want me to call the airline, sugar?” You ask as you go to rest your elbows on the counter so you can attempt to stretch the muscles in your lower back. “See if I can fight with ‘em enough so they at least put you up in a nice hotel so that you can get a good night’s rest?”

“Nah, baby. They got me on standby and all that. I’m trying to get away from this shithole as soon as possible.” While you appreciated his determination, not even your big, bad Bounty Hunter could beat a snowstorm.

“Hey! Omaha is not a shithole.” You chuckle, feeling a little defensive on behalf of a city you’d never visited. “I looked ‘em up. They’ve got some amazing museums.” You fish an apple slice out of the bowl and pop it into your mouth, chewing slowly. “I could have a good time in a place like that.”

“Then get your pretty ass down here already and we’ll take every goddamned tour they’ve got.”

“Would if I could, Beast.” You find yourself squeezing your eyes shut to keep the tears at bay. “I’d give anything to have you back in Bell’s Creek with me. I miss you taking up all the space in my tiny kitchen while you help yourself to my treats.”

“I know. I promise I’ll get there. Just do me a favor and don’t start looking for my replacement just yet, okay?”

Your stomach dips when you realize he’s about to say goodbye. Which is fine because you also still had a ton of baking to do. And while you still weren’t quite sure if you were going to follow through with your original Christmas Day dinner plans, the last thing you wanted was for Ari to hear you crying at the unfairness of it all over the phone.

It would only make him feel worse than he already did.

“I’m not sure if anyone could ever replace you, not that I would ever try.” You tell him honestly. “I love you too much.”

“Damn right you do.” Comes your man’s rich, self-assured reply. “No better feeling in the world than being loved by my Duchess.” The warmth in his tone has butterflies stirring in your belly.

They were the good kind of butterflies – the ones only Ari could cause.

“Go get some food and then call me in a bit.” You glance at the clock to check the time. At 2:06pm, there was no way that all hope was lost just yet. “Maybe we’ll get lucky and they’ll be an update.”

“Sure thing, baby. But the same goes for you. And don’t just snack – eat something real for me.” His bossy tone has your pulse kicking up.

“You didn’t say please.” Your hand goes to cover your mouth as you tamp down a playful giggle.

“Mmm.” Ari groans as he moves to stretch out the kinks in his back. At least that was what you imagined he was doing. “Could you please do me a kindness and keep feeding those curves? I reckon I’m gonna need a little taste of something sweet when I walk through that front door. You with me?”

“I–I’m with you.” You stammer slightly, your mouth suddenly dry. Another effect that man seemed to have on you. “And I promise I’ll eat. Now hang up with me and go make some friends or something.”

“Thank you, sweet girl. But we’ve been over this, and I’m pretty sure you’re the only friend I need.” He quips rather smugly, his voice deepening ever so slightly.

“Ari…” This had the makings of one of the older, more ridiculous arguments you’d had written all over it.

“Because the way I see it, we’re best friends.” He continues almost as if you hadn’t spoken. “What with all of the sleepovers, and the hair braiding, and don’t get me started on how many times you’ve kept me up late so you could make sure I’ve had my fill of all that sweetness you’ve got between –”

“Okay, okay, okay!” You cut him off with a hiss, not missing the way he laughs. “Fine, we can be best friends as long as you work on getting your cute butt home to me before Christmas, alright?”

“Yes, Duchess.” He finally replies after taking some time to collect himself. “You have my word I’ll keep working on that too. Just hold tight and I’ll be in touch with an update as soon as I have one.”

“Thank you, Beast. I’ll, uh, talk to you soon.”

“You can count on it.” Is all he says before the line goes dead, leaving you alone with your thoughts once more.

If Ari couldn’t make it back for Christmas, you would be devastated. Here you were, finally feeling safe in a secure and loving relationship, and now there was a strong possibility that you both might be forced to celebrate the holiday hundreds of miles apart from each other.

“God, I can feel a headache coming on.” You mumble as your fingers go to massage your temples.

8:30am, Christmas Day - Bell’s Creek, Texas

“I promise I’ll be fine, Beast.” Drying your tears, you crumble up your tissues in your fist before discarding them in favor of taking a sip of your coffee. “Like you just said, there’ll be other holidays. And certainly other Christmases.”

Ari was still stuck in Omaha. And while you had suspected this call was coming, you hadn’t been prepared for how much the disappointment would affect you.

By all accounts, your Bounty Hunter appeared to be in good spirits, albeit a little tired. He was still on standby, even though all flights were still grounded indefinitely. But you’d at least been happy to hear that he’d somehow managed to catch a few hours of sleep.

Not only that, but he’d also made a new friend in some guy named Clint. They apparently had a number of things in common, with the most important being that they’d both served overseas. Ari had also alluded to his new buddy being in law enforcement as well.

But if you were being honest, you’d been so focused on trying to sound positive that you hadn’t quite been able to focus on his words as much as you would’ve liked. Thankfully, Ari seemed keen on having a conversation – even if it came across a bit one-sided.

“The airline keeps offering to put us up for the night. Anyone who accepts will be guaranteed a spot on one of the first flights out.” Ari coughs softly before continuing. “However, if you’re willing to wait a little bit there’s talk about them sweetening the deal with some sort of voucher or somethin’, plus miles and all that shit.”

“Oh?” Is all you can manage, forcing yourself to take another pull of your now lukewarm coffee.

“Yeah. So, Clint and I were thinking…” He trails off, briefly leaning away from the receiver to comment on something you couldn’t see.

“You two were thinking…what?” Your next sip of coffee tastes surprisingly bitter on your tongue. Maybe you should dump out the pot and brew a fresh one.

“That we should take ‘em up on their offer and just ride this storm out. We take the points, get the voucher, and then maybe in a month or two, we go on a vacation together somewhere nice.”

“You and Clint?!” You screech, accidentally knocking over your mug in the process. “Shit!” You scramble out of your chair to grab a dish towel and hurriedly mop up the mess.

“Hate to break it to ya, baby, but Clint’s not really my type.” The Bounty Hunter chuckles into the phone. “I was talking about me and you, Bird. We can pick a destination and have ourselves a holiday do-over.”

A beat goes by before you respond the only way that makes any real, logical sense. Even though it seems to take every last bit of your resolve.

“Okay.” Your voice comes out small and resigned.

“Aw now, don’t fret. I’ll be home soon.” Ari does his best to reassure you. “And once I’m back, we will spend every waking minute making up for lost time. You have my word.”

Well, when he put it like that…

“I guess we can hold off for a little while longer.” You sniff, wishing you could just go back to bed and sleep until tomorrow. “But you had better keep your promise, Beast. Otherwise I’m gonna have to track down Santa and ask him for a new man.”

Your half-hearted attempt at humor elicits a short bark of laughter from Ari which, in turn, makes you smile as well. Sometimes pushing his buttons a little managed to bring joy to your life.

“Try it, sweet Bird, and I’m telling you right now that I’ll have you in my truck and over my knee before you make it outta the next county.” Comes his gruff response, clearly not enjoying the image of you hanging off another fella’s arm.

You know without asking that he’s probably not kidding – so you decide to leave it alone. If he wanted to thump his chest a little, then you’d let him.

“It was a joke.” You amend when the line falls silent. Standing, you pad towards the fridge on bare feet, stopping once you reach the doors. Yanking one open, you survey the contents, silently wondering if you could even be bothered enough to cook today.

Granted, the spiral cut ham you’d purchased from the butcher wouldn’t take very long in the oven. All you had to do now was throw together the glaze and it would be ready to do its thing. Plus, you’d already baked the pies yesterday, which meant that all that was left for the day was the cake.

“Joking about my replacement isn’t funny.” Ari growls, the sound rumbling from somewhere deep in his chest. “Especially when I can’t be there in person to plead my case.”

You blow out a frustrated breath at the same time as you roll your eyes. Couldn’t he understand that you needed to make yourself laugh now and then in order to keep from crying? What was so wrong about that?

“I just said I was kidding. But if you wanna plead your case to someone, plead it to your new friend, Clint. See what he says.” The words tumble out faster than you can stop them.

Now you could feel your sadness slowly giving way to anger. Not at Ari or his newfound airport buddy, but at the situation as a whole. Which meant it was time to get off the phone before you said something you would later regret.

“And just what’s that supposed to mean, Duchess?”

“It’s – nothing.” You clamp your mouth shut and close the fridge, all the while trying to keep the tears at bay.

“Because if I had my way, I’d be there with you right now so we could have this stupid argument in person. You gotta know that.”

“I know.”

“Do you, sweetness?”

“Yes, I do.” You respond a touch more firmly, scrubbing your eyes with the heel of your palm. “I just hate this. I hate that it’s Christmas, and that you’re stuck all alone in Omaha and I’m here. But I don’t wanna fight with you, Beast. Not really. I just miss you.”

“So then let’s not fight.” His soft plea makes you sniffle. “I’m gonna go figure out how all this hotel bullshit works and get myself settled in. In the meantime, I want you to go take yourself a nice hot shower and just relax. I’ll call you later, okay?”

For a moment, you allow the gentle warmth of his voice to wash over you. If you closed your eyes it was almost like you could pretend he was with you now. As if he was only seconds away from wrapping his brawny arms your waist and hauling you close.

A tear rolls down your cheek as you imagine him burying his face in the crook of your neck, planting tiny kisses along your sensitive flesh until he had you giggling and squirming in his grasp.

“Bird?”

The sound of your nickname jolts you from your reverie, reminding you that it was time to say goodbye. At least for a little while. Good Lord, when had you become so needy for this man? It must’ve happened when you weren’t paying attention.

“Goodbye, Ari.” You whisper before using your thumb to end the call.

Setting your phone on the counte do a quick spin, silently taking stock of everything you still had to do. If you started cooking relatively soon, you’d be able to occupy yourself until mid-afternoon. And then you would take a shower, and while you were busy doing that you would figure out your next move.

You’re sitting in a chair that isn’t yours with your arms propped up on a desk that doesn’t belong to you while your chin rests on your palm. Instead of spending the afternoon moping, you’d decided to bring a little holiday cheer to your local boys in blue in the form of a home cooked Christmas dinner.

“Glad you like everything.” You say for what feels like the umpteenth time as you watch Bell’s Creek’s newest Deputy, Milton Foster, happily devour his second helping of macaroni and cheese.

A few days ago, you would never have imagined that this would be how you would spend your Christmas Day. But, as they say, beggars couldn’t be choosers. So, it was either enjoy a front row seat to watch Milton wolf down his food at an almost alarming speed, or you could go home and maybe watch a Christmas special on TV.

Alone. By yourself. Yeah, no thanks.

“Yep.” Milton grunts once he finally comes up for air. He manages a sip of his drink before diving back in for a slice of glazed ham, stabbing it with his fork and shoveling it into his mouth. “Looks like Levinson’s loss is my gain. Sorry buddy.”

The words are spoken through a mouthful of food, but you understand them just fine. But just because Milton was arguably your favorite member of the town’s police force didn’t mean he was above pricking your temper every now and again.

And today you were feeling mighty prickly.

“Another crack like that and no pie for you.” That stops him cold, his sharp gray eyes immediately zeroing-in on the whole cherry pie you’d decided to bring along as dessert.

“My apologies.” He beats a hasty retreat, using his fist to muffle a burp. “You know I was only kiddin’. I’m just happy I don’t have to subject myself to another year of Ma’s Christmas Tuna Casserole.” He shudders playfully. “I don’t think I coulda’ handled that one.”

“Yikes.” You mutter before pushing away from the desk to stretch your legs.

“Yeah, it’s a hard-knock life.” He offers you a smile before wiping at his face with a napkin. “You sure you’re not hungry? I know the man’s not here, but I doubt he’d like the idea of me sittin’ here stuffin’ my face while you nurse a Diet Coke.”

“Eh,” you shrug. “He knows how I am. After tasting and smelling everything for hours on end, I’m not typically all that hungry.”

Which was one of the reasons your Beast liked to take it upon himself to help you work up an appetite – usually by stripping down and fucking you senseless. But Deputy Milton didn’t need to know all of that.

“Hm. More for me I guess.” He hums, snagging another freshly buttered dinner roll.

“Yep.” The word is spoken like an airy sigh. “More for you. Now if you’ll excuse me, I think I need to go find the ladies room.” You rise to your feet and polish off your beverage before tossing it in the trash. “Be back in a jiff.”

Forty Minutes Later…

The drive from the station back to your place feels surprisingly short. Loneliness weighs on you like a heavy blanket as you pull into the driveway and kill the engine. Groaning, you let your head collide against the steering wheel with a dull thunk.

As much as you didn’t want to go inside, you knew you couldn’t linger out here in your car forever. It was much too cold for an extended outdoor moping session. You’d probably catch frostbite halfway through.

You briefly debate giving Ari a call. Other than exchanging a few text messages here and there, you hadn’t heard from him since this morning. The thought of him being upset with you on Christmas just didn’t sit right.

Maybe you’d call him later, after you’d put the food away and gotten ready for bed. Perhaps you’d even convince him to FaceTime with you so that you could enjoy teasing him while nibbling on a slice of the red velvet cake you’d baked especially for him.

Yes, that was the new plan. But first, you had to get out of the car. Grabbing your purse, you duck out the driver’s side door and make a mad dash up your walkway. It’s so cold that your teeth are already chattering by the time you finally fish your keys out of your bag to let yourself in.

First, you had work to do. And then you would check-in with your man just to make sure that all was right with your world.

8:30pm, Christmas Day – Bell’s Creek, Texas

Glass of wine in hand, you plop down on your living room couch with a defeated huff. You’d just tried Ari a few minutes ago while standing in the kitchen, wearing nothing but your new lacy, red chemise and matching thong you’d purchased just for tonight.

Because you’d known how much Ari would like it.

Except your Bounty Hunter hadn’t answered. Instead, it had gone straight to voicemail both times. Even if he was still pissed at you, you were confident that he would’ve answered. The only reason he would’ve ignored you was if–

Just then your phone dings, alerting you of a new text message. Reaching into the pocket of your robe, you’re elated when you see Ari’s name flash across the screen. But your hopes are soon dashed the moment you read the words written on the screen.

“Hey. Out with Clint. We’ll talk in a bit.”

For a second you’re almost too stunned to speak. Were you really playing second fiddle to a man he’d just met? And all because you’d been a little snippy with him this morning? No. That couldn’t be right.

Your bottom lip begins to tremble as you hastily type out the words: “I miss you.” And it only gets worse when he responds with a simple thumbs up emoji. That fucking bastard!

“Oh fuck you, Ari Levinson. And you too, Clint!” You snarl, snagging your wine and angrily gulping it down. “I’m sure you both will be very happy in Omaha. Where you can fucking stay. Forever!”

Now thoroughly pissed, you stomp your way back into the kitchen to fetch the bottle you’d left behind before returning determined to find something on television. So you could ignore the fact that your heart was breaking.

On fucking Christmas Day.

After a few minutes, you settle on the live action version of A Muppet Christmas Carol. And then you grab a blanket and snuggle up. You’d deal with all of this later. Preferably after your second glass of wine.

Hell, you might even need a third to convince yourself that murder was not the acceptable way to handle these kinds of problems in a relationship. Perhaps you’d simply pour a little sugar in the tank of his truck and see how that made you feel.

Sure, you were probably being petty. But seeing as you’d been on an emotional roller coaster for the better part of two days, you were more than ready to hop the hell off this ride. Ari could stay put for all you cared.

Anger aside, there was no denying the fact that you were absolutely crushed. With that in mind, you decide that you’re not answering whenever Ari finally found the time and inclination to call you back. If he was busy, then you would be too.

You finish off your vino before snuggling even deeper under your blanket. It was officially time for you to go to bed. And when you woke up tomorrow, hopefully all of this would be nothing more than a bad dream.

And if it wasn’t, then you might find yourself asking the Lord for forgiveness after you let the air out of one of your man’s precious tires.

10:45pm, Christmas Day – Bell’s Creek, Texas

“Wake up, little Bird.”

A faint brush of lips along your cheek has your eyes slowly fluttering open as your body fights through the last vestiges of sleep. You weren’t sure what had woken you up. Hell, you didn’t even know what time it was.

You take a moment to stretch before sitting up to reach for your phone. Squinting, you scroll through the handful of last minute messages you’d received from a couple of friends during your nap. But unfortunately there’s still nothing from the one person you’d been hoping to hear from the most.

Ari.

Your eyes stray to the TV and you’re confused when you see the black screen staring back at you. Now that was strange. Maybe you drank a little more wine than you thought.

You curiously examine the still half-full bottle sitting on your coffee table with so much focus that you almost miss the notes of Nat King Cole’s The Christmas Song filtering into your living room.

It was your favorite song, but the last time you checked, it had not been set to autoplay. Which meant someone was in your house.

“Hello?” You call as you rise to your feet, stepping over your blanket as it falls to the floor. Your hands come up to rub your arms in an effort to ward off the slight chill in the air.

The warm scent of spiced cinnamon apples fills your nostrils and delights your senses as you round the corner and scurry into the kitchen. Your legs don’t stop moving until you’re standing mere feet away from the one man who seemed to rent space in your mind from sunup to sundown.

Ari Levinson.

He’s standing there in your kitchen wearing a pair of dark blue denim jeans and a slate gray thermal, eagerly helping himself to an impressive slice of red velvet cake. He smiles at you through a mouthful of dessert, and it’s impossible to miss the way his sparkling blue eyes darken once he gets a good look at the red silk robe that matched your holiday lingerie.

“I don’t believe it. Y–you’re home.” You breathe as one of your hands flies to your chest, seeking to calm your increasingly erratic heartbeat. “But–but how?” Clearly, forming coherent sentences wasn’t your strong suit right now.

“I made my woman a promise.” Ari shrugs, setting his now empty plate aside. “And like I told you, I aimed to see it through. That cake is fucking fantastic by the way.”

“You managed to catch a flight?” You’re so convinced that he might disappear again that you’re almost afraid to drink.

“Nah. Clint and I decided to rent a truck and brave the elements in favor of a little cross-country road trip.” He leans back against the counter, as if bracing himself for your response. And you sure as shit aren’t the type to disappoint.

“Through a flippin’ blizzard?!” You squeal, gripping your face in your hands. “Jesus H. Christ, Beast! Are you insane?!”

“Clearly.” His grin quickly fades into a grimace when you let out another scream as you flail your arms wide.

“I can’t believe you did this!” You tell him as you feel hot tears wet your cheeks. “I can’t believe you–you…you’re here on Christmas.” The words come tumbling out as the dam breaks.

“Bird…”

Ari reaches for you then, although you’re quick to bat his hands away in favor of throwing your arms around his neck and hauling him close. At a loss for what else to do, one of his heavy palms comes to rest on your lower back, rubbing in small, soothing circles while you busy yourself with sobbing into his broad chest.

“Breathe, baby. There we go.” He coos softly, waiting patiently for you to pull away long enough for him to get a good look at your tear stained face.

“I’m so happy you’re home.” You hiccup, using his thermal to dry your eyes. “But I’m also really mad at you for putting yourself in danger like that. You and Clint.” You quickly amend, offering him a watery smile. “You could’ve died, and then I would’ve had to kill you.”

You weren’t joking. You’d been experiencing a variety of violent thoughts lately.

“Is that right?” Ari wraps your arms around his neck again as you two begin to sway to the beat of the music playing in the background. “Well, I’ll make sure to pass that on.”

“Please do.” You murmur as you rest your ear on his chest, content to listen to the sound of his heartbeat. “Was it a long drive?” You allow your eyes to fall closed as you wait for him to respond. Regardless of his answer, you’re determined to keep your calm.

“Eh, about ten hours or so.” He hums, dipping your bodies in time with the song. “Give or take. But the weather got much better around the middle of Kansas. We took our time. We were careful. In fact, Clint’s still out there.”

“Oh God, why?”

“He’s headed to Louisiana. Something about needing to track down an old friend named Nat.” He presses a sweet kiss to your forehead before pushing you away so that he can twirl you around. “But enough about him. I missed you, Bird.” He briefly pauses your dance before bringing your knuckles to his mouth, making you melt.

“Yeah?” You purr, rising on your toes to nip at his jaw. “I missed you too. That’s why I’m wearing one of your Christmas presents. I was gonna show it to you on FaceTime, but you didn’t answer.”

Apparently because he’d been too busy driving across the country at the time. Who would’ve thought?

“This all for me?” His hands go to the belt of your robe, deftly undoing the knot. Once free, you give a little shimmy, content to let the robe pool on the floor at your bare feet. “Oh, yes the fuck it is.” The silky timbre of his voice has you soaking your panties.

As if they weren’t already ruined.

“Merry Christmas.” Planting your hands on either side of his bearded jaw, you draw him down until your lips meet his. Groaning, your Bounty Hunter wastes almost no time deepening the kiss, his expert tongue sweeping past your defenses to duel with your own.

God, he tasted so good. Like spearmint and coffee on a cold winter’s night. You honestly had no idea just how much you'd truly needed this man.

“Next time your sexy ass is comin’ with me.” Ari snarls, breaking the kiss to lightly tug at your bottom lip with his teeth. “Was gonna lose my mind if I had to go another day without this.”

“Okay, Beast.” You whimper when he sharply smacks your ass. “Whatever you say.” Right now, this man had no idea just how close you were to giving him whatever he wanted. All he had to do was ask. “Oooh!” You jolt when he delivers another blow. “Yes, baby. More!”

You’re rewarded with yet another delicious spank, which goes straight to your already aching clit. It was taking everything in you not to reach between your thighs and touch your dripping pussy.

But you refuse to give in, knowing that your man would want that privilege all for himself.

“Mine.” He rasps, his tone taking on an almost feral quality as his calloused palms go to cup your heavy breasts through the thin fabric of your teddy. “Missed these perfect fuckin’ tits.” That’s your only warning before he grips the front of your garment and tearing it in two like it was nothing.

“Ari!” You gasp, arching your back when your man leans down to capture a pouting nipple into his warm, wet mouth. He sucks hard, using his tongue to tease the sensitive flesh. “Ungh!” You squirm in his grasp as long fingers dig into your hips to hold you in place for his sensual assault.

Eventually, he releases you with a slight pop, just as his hands fall away from your hips. “Hope you’re ready, baby. Cuz’ I ain’t lettin’ you outta bed until New Year’s.” His roguish grin has a fresh tendril of heat unfurling in your belly. “Maybe later.”

“You’re all talk.” You giggle, slowly backing away as Ari continues to stalk towards you, using his muscular body to his advantage.

“Nah.” He shrugs, his grin growing impossibly wider when your ass connects with your dining room table. “I can’t wait to lose myself between those thick thighs. Want you to fuckin’ suffocate me, baby.”

Your Bounty Hunter drops to his knees in front you before burying his nose in your panty covered pussy and inhaling deeply. You feel your legs begin to quiver when he does it again, a soft cry escapes your lips when you feel his sharp teeth graze over the outline of your swollen clit.

“Need you to fuckin’ drown me while eat this pretty cunt.” Ari growls, delicately nipping at your inner thigh. “Swear I fuckin' see God every time I get you to sit on my face. That's how divine you taste.”

“Oh!” You whine as he nuzzles his nose against the swollen bundle of nerves, making your core spasm.

“But first, I’m gonna fuck you.” He places one last open-mouthed kiss on your mound before standing up and spinning you around in one blended motion. You cry out when your hands slap against the cool wooden surface. “Teach you a lesson for all the sass you fed me earlier today.”

On a growl, Ari makes quick work of his jeans, shoving them down his hair covered thighs along with his boxers almost faster than you can blink.

“I’m so sorry, Beast…” You moan, offering up your stinging rump for another smack. Thankfully, Ari is more than happy to oblige. “Please…please...” Next thing you know, your thong has joined the rest of your ruined lingerie, putting your weeping cunt on display.

You let out a harsh gasp when you feel his hard, fat cock enter you in one swift thrust. Not wanting to wake the entire neighborhood with your screams, you find yourself biting down on your fist to keep yourself quiet.

Ari takes a moment to readjust his position, spreading his legs so that he can go deeper, get a better angle. He loves the way you sob for him, the needy little sounds you make while he fucks the shit out of your greedy little pussy.

His hips snap in time with the music as your sweat-slick flesh connects again and again – driving you both closer to the brink. Your passion-filled cries fill the room as Ari somehow finds a way to go even deeper, giving it to you so good you know you’re gonna feel him inside you for days.

Just the way you liked it.

“Best Christmas ever, Duchess.” Your man grips the front of your throat, holding you in place while he uses you the way he needs to. God, he made you feel so good. Even when he had you ready to pull your hair out, he still had this way about him that made almost everything feel infinitely better.

“Best-oh God! More!” You cry out, your eyes rolling in the back of your head when he spanks your pussy with a measured flick of his wrist. This man wanted you to see stars, and he was more than up to the challenge. “Oh Jesus - f–fuck yeah!”

“There we go, sweetheart.” Ari purrs as his thrusts become a little more erratic. “Now how ‘bout we see how many times I can fill you up before the clock strikes midnight?”

“I–ooh!” You open your mouth to respond, only to let out a small shriek when he administers another wet smack.

“Huh.” He chuckles, leaving a trail of kisses along the curve of your throat. “Guess I’ll just have to take that as a yes.”

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imyourbratzdoll · 18 days

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I crave a good fluffy fic with wolverine, his wife is a badass and when someone threatens him she loses her shit and kicks their ass🫡 with so much disrespect.

hey baby, I'm so sorry for taking so long! I hope you enjoy what I did, it's a bit more violent than you probably wanted.

summary - a dumb 'bad guy' lures you and your husband out, things take an escalated turn when he threatens your husband.

warning - SUPER violent, like extreme level probably, swearing, mentions of sex, dude talks of touching what's his but nothing triggering, dick and balls suffer rip.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

You couldn’t believe this guy, he was really threatening your husband right in front of you. Thinking he was all tough because he could throw fire or some shit? You didn’t know what he could do, except talk a lot of shit. That was probably his power. What was his name again? Captain Talks Shit? Shits A lot? Little Fucker? Who cares, all you care about right now is that he’s threatening your man.

You walk out of the shadows, having heard enough because honestly. Why do the bad guys always talk for so long? Have none of them realised or picked up from past bad guys mistakes? It was tiring and a waste of your time because you and Logan could’ve been gone by now, screwing each other silly, probably somewhere extremely risky. But, noooo. You had to listen to this jackass.

“Listen, dick licker. If you don’t stop threatening my fucking husband. I’m going to rip your arm off and beat you with it.” You growl, moving to stand in front of Logan. (Sure, he would have protected himself and it may look weak to the other guy that a woman is standing in front of an extremely large man, in more ways than one, wink wink. But you happen to know that this turns your husband on and who are you to deny him his fantasies?)

“Is that a threat?” Captain Dipshit sneers.

“Did it sound like a fucking compliment, Princess?” You watch as he eyes you, sizing you up and in his mind he’s probably thinking ‘yeah, I can take this chick.’ You hope his ego deflates before you kill him.

“Listen, Babe. This is between us men, now why don’t you run along and go make us a sandwich or something. Maybe put on some cute lingerie and wait for me in the bedroom ‘cause once I’m done with your husband here. You’ll be creamin’ around me.”

Logan shakes his head, stepping way back. He remembered when he accidentally said something similar and he was in a coma for a whole month, not even his fast healing could help him.

It was like a switch turning on, the beast that lived within you had been released from its cage and not even God could save this man now. You stalked towards him, he still smirked thinking he was safe. You jump, wrapping your legs around his neck and twisting, bringing him down using a move your good friend Natasha had taught you. You move swiftly while he is down, sending a harsh kick to his face, hearing the satisfying crack of his nose and possibly jaw breaking. You grab him by his hair and lift him, a large grin covering your face as you bring him eye level with you.

“You wanna repeat that, Princess?” You bring him closer, whispering in his ear. “How bout you go make me a sandwich, put on a cute set and I’ll bash your dick in with a baseball bat. How do ya like the sound of that? Cause I love it.”

He struggles within your grip, trying to swing at you but with your other hand that isn’t gripping his hair. You snap his arms, relishing in the sound of bones breaking. His screams echo the warehouse, dumbarse had lured us in here without a backup plan or backup.

You let go of your grip on his hair, immediately switching to gripping his throat instead. “You don’t like my plan, Princess? Rethinking the whole thing? Cause ya already pissed me off by threatening the man I love, but then you had the balls to say THAT? Tell me, Princess. Just between us girls. Did mummy not give you any hugs as a kid? Cause how did you think this was gonna go? You could’ve ‘killed’ the Wolverine, but he wouldn’t have stayed dead. No. But if he heard you touching me, touching what’s HIS. He would’ve torn you to shreds, but slowly. Very slowly. It’s what makes me love him.” You pat the man’s cheek, grinning as he winces.

“How bout an apology and I won’t kill you.”

“F–fuck you.” He spits at you, SPITS. Not even clear fucking spit, this shit has blood in it. You lift your hand, wiping the spit with the back of it and then onto his clothes.

Your face screwed up. “Well, that was stupid.” With quick movements, you throw him, watching him crash into a wall so hard that it leaves a dent. Your hand reaches out and a bat flies into it. “You’re not wearing that cute set and I don’t have a sandwich, but this will do.” He tries to shuffle away, his eyes wide. You stalk toward him and swing, smashing his dick and balls with one hit. Think Superman merged with Hulk strength, how do you think his twig and berries did?

A scream rips out of his mouth before his eyes roll back and he falls backwards. You frown and poke him with your bat. “Hey mista, you dead?” You look at Logan, “Bitch passed out.” He shakes his head at the pout on your lips.

He walks over and places a kiss on your head, “C’mon, let’s go home now or better yet. You ready to do something real risky, Sweets.” Your eyes light up.

“Do you mean…?!”

Logan nods, smirking. “I’ll finally let you fuck me while I drive.” Your squeals escape as you jump into his arms, smothering his face with kisses.

“OH THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU! You’re the best husband a woman could ask for!” And with that, Logan carries you out as you stare at him dreamily.

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

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ylmla · 1 year

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⁠!! ☆ ghost, soap, price, gaz and könig being a father (gn reader, platonic hc, reader is a child, separate).

ghost

relaxed dad

you are literally a mini copy of him, like you both are when you are anywhere: 🕴️🕴️

he's also an angry and quite protective father, but, he doesn't get angry when it comes to you messing something up, he only becomes a beast if he knows some classmate of yours is bothering you or teasing you 😡😡

in general Simon is an amazing father, although he is a very busy man he tries his best to be present in your life, giving you paternal love and giving you a healthy education different from the one he had in childhood, he strives for you to have a healthy childhood <3

soap

playful father 😬😬

he keeps telling you jokes all the time and you're like: I'm trying to finish my homework now 🙄 (although most of the time you join him in the jokes

if you are introduced to 141, ghost will become your other dad, soap teaching you the pranks, Simon is there lecturing jhonny saying: "(y/n) are a just a kid, they will get hurt 🤦🏼‍♂️🤦🏼‍♂️"

ghost teaching you that you can't do such a thing because you might get hurt while soap tells you to do it cause it will be fun 🤪

soap: leave (y/n), life is only lived once!!!

ghost: THEY'RE GONNA FALL, JOHNNY 👿👿

price

hardworking dad.

he never thought about having children because of his work, it is difficult to balance personal life and work — until you're born and he forgets that.

you are definitely his world and he protects you from everything!!!

tells you bedtime stories

bad grades at school???? no problem! he pats you on the shoulder saying it's ok and you don't have to worry because you can make up the grade, and he helps you study, and when you make up the grade he praises you all proud of you <3

gaz

proud dad

you are best friends you always play video games together, watch movies, gaz literally turns into a child when he is with you.

usually draw, and you give him several drawings as gifts, but there's one in particular that is his favourite: a drawing that you and him drew together, he takes it everywhere, when gaz is on a mission he always checks to see if the drawing is still with him.

bro secret handshake 🤛😎

könig

doting dad

HE LITERALLY PRAISES YOU FOR ANY RIGHT THING YOU DO !!!!!!!!

you scored high on your exam? he's the happiest dad in the world

at first he was scared of you being scared of him, but even when he was wearing his army gear and mask he thought you would be scared, but you looked at him and said "why didn't you tell me you were a hero??😮"

he was more surprised than you by your unexpected reaction, so he just fed his big imagination (because he knows that a child's mind is very different from an adult's mind)

könig almost crying with emotion when you say you want to be a hero like him when you grow up 🤧

very short, if you want me to add anyone else ask me and I will do it.

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doobea · 10 months

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BLLK - Couples Halloween Costumes + HCs

contents: fem!reader, super sfw, established relationships, its literally never too early to celebrate fall and Halloween fight me if I'm wrong characters mentioned: isagi, kunigami, bachira, rin a/n: am i early to make this post? yes. was I just gonna wait till October? no.

isagi

absolutely loves to dress up as one of those cheesy couple memes that were popular years ago. he’s super proud to announce that this Halloween you guys are going as a lamp (you) and a moth (him)!

you two don’t spend this holiday giving out candy or even trick or treating, instead, you guys go on a haunted house tour that features hayrides and a really complicated corn maze. isagi will keep reassuring you that you’ll forever be safe around him but he’ll always be the first one to scream.

to fight off his frightened state, the drive back will consist of a lot of silly car karaoke and you'll spend the remainder of the night holding onto his hands, watching My Neighbor Totoro.

kunigami

since he envisions himself as a hero/role model to kids, he suggests that you guys dress up as superman and wonder woman!

the first half of the day will be spent at a local farm! kunigami will take his time picking pumpkins, obviously trying to find the biggest one, while you’re fetching a bag of apple cider doughnuts and visiting their petting zoo.

a Halloween party is thrown at the end of the day at your shared apartment and he goes all out with the decor. you’re looking at countless store runs buying Halloween-themed plates, napkins, table runners, and those inflatable ghosts! and yes the smoke machine is a necessary purchase.

at the stroke of midnight, he pulls you into the bed with his laptop readied with “The Nightmare Before Christmas” to start pre-gaming for winter.

bachira

he loves Halloween and has already planned the outfit two months in advance - the two of you will go as beast boy and raven from teen titans!

you guys don’t give out candy but go trick or treating instead. he claims that it’s never too old to enjoy things you’ve done as a kid and plus it’s literally free candy!

doesn’t scare the kids but instead offers them piggyback rides and gets into character whenever they ask him to reenact an animal. of course, you’re part of the act too as his trusty sidekick!

adults will stare at you funny for being 'too old' but bachira loves to lie, saying that he’s just a really tall middle schooler. how would they even check that?

rin

Halloween is one of the few holidays that he actually looks forward to and he secretly loves putting in extra effort into his looks to outshine everyone else. that’s why he’s dressing up as edward scissorhands and you’re kim boggs his love interest!

unintentionally scares away the kids that show up at the door! you’ll put him on candy duty and whenever the door opens up there’s a group of screams that follows suit. about 30 mins in and he begs you to switch with him.

tells the best ghost stories. at every party, he's either attached to your hip or quietly sipping his drink in a lone corner but, when it's time to gather people around the fireplace and dim all the lights, it's like rin is in a whole other world as he makes everyone immersed in his way of storytelling.

#blue lock #bllk #bllk x reader #blue lock imagines #blue lock x reader #doobea writing #blue lock headcanons #isagi yoichi #isagi yoichi x reader #bachira meguru #bachira meguru x reader #kunigami rensuke #kunigami rensuke x reader #rin itoshi #itoshi rin #rin itoshi x reader #itoshi rin x reader #only had this idea because i saw halloween decor at my costco and target the other day

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0xstarzx0 · 8 days

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Nelly

Rafe S2 x Reader

{OPEN COMMANDS}

[English is not my native language ❗️❗️]

SYNOPSIS: After making the decision to adopt a goat without Rafe’s advice, he does not agree.

TW: insults, parent discussion, mention of children, plush.

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The week of Rafe had been so tiring, he had to get up every day at 4am to return at 9pm, if we do not count the overtime.

He was waiting for one thing every day, to find you. You and your pig. Because even if Rafe didn’t deny it, he was attached to your little beast.

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Today Rafe returned early, he managed to complete the project he has been working on for weeks.

"Y/N?" he called you from down the stairs.

No answer, usually you answer or go down. The blond climbs the stairs. He goes to your room.

The door is closed, he opens it. There is no one in the room but the bathroom light is on.

He gently opens the bathroom door, His eyes widen to view.

"We’re not trying to eat each other! Or fuck each other!" you say.

Rafe can’t believe it, there’s a goat in his bathroom. "What the hell is going on here?" he yells. You jump and turn around.

"Rafey!" You shout in his arms. He rejects you and you frown. "Why is there a goat in my house!" our house" you take it back.

Rafe looks at you with incomprehension. "I found her on the side of the road." You take the little goat in your arms." Her name is Nelly, says hello Nelly." You take her paw and move it. "Hello Daddy!" you say by pretending to be Nelly

Rafe sighs deeply, he rubs his eyes. "Y/N I don’t want that goat here." "Why?" you ask sadly."Because it’s a goat Y/N!" he screams.

You hold back your tears and look at the goat. "I know you feel alone here, you can always invite your friends, but don't bring any fucking farm animals here!"

You say nothing and let a tear sink. "I have no friends Rafey… Other girls say I sleep with you for your money, they say I’m a whore…"

You lift your head and smile at him, feeling something strange in your heart. "I don't have any friends and I'd love to have kids, but it's too soon for you, so for now animals are the only thing I have left."

You show him the goat. "I named her Nelly because she reminds me of a plant, do you like her?" Rafe looks at you amazed. "You seriously want kids?"

You hold Nelly close to you. "Why not, I'd be less alone and I'd have friends..." Rafe seems lost is his thoughts, after a long pause he finally speaks. "Ok." You raise your eyebrows. "What?" "We're gonna have children." You set down Nelly. "What?"

"We're gonna have kids." Rafe nods his head. "Ok." You furrow your brow. "Are you serious??" The blond puts his hands on your face and kisses your lips.

"We're gonna have babies! Rafey we're gonna have children!" You jumped with joy, your tears turned into tears of joy.

"Yeah baby!" You put your arms around his neck and kiss him, he takes your legs in his hands and lifts them up. You wrap your legs around his hips. "And what if we started making some?" You giggle and put your head on his neck. "With pleasure."

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awoogahonkhonk · 4 months

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There’s actually a lot of TWST characters who I think would (or wouldn’t) partake in the devils lettuce sooo here are some TWST weed Headcanons.

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Also, Ik they teens. Teens, don’t do drugs. But I did as a teen and am still not of age, high while writing this soooo yeah. Please remember that this is fiction and these are fictional characters.

Note: not all characters are in this list. If I didn’t add a character it’s either cause I had nothing of substance to say about them or I don’t know the character enough to make a proper headcanon. Also if I say something wrong I’m sorry I’m not a connoisseur I just do what I get.

Warning(s): General talk about weed, Yuu is a stoner(maybe idk) in this, cursing, unedited and written by someone under the influence

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Riddle Rosehearts: As much as I want him to, and I think he would actually benefit from it, he wouldn’t. Especially pre overblot but also post. And it’s more than it’s against the rules. All he knows about marijuana is what he’s learned from the anti drug PSA’s his moms had him watch. And he hates the smell. And his fragile lungs can’t take smoke. And he doesn’t trust edibles or like the taste. So, as much as I want him to just give it a chance and chill tf out, it’s a firm no.

Trey Clover: He’s impartial. Doesn’t like smoking, or getting high in general but he doesn’t have anything against others doing it. May smoke in group settings but rarely. He will 100% make some fire weed brownies if you ask. Also, number one guy to be with if you get the munchies.

Cater Diamond: I think he’s tried it, had a bad high, and never touched the stuff again. Might be convinced to try again with some close friends but only if they know what they’re doing. Also, acts like he knows what he’s doing but ends up hacking up a lung.

Ace Trappola: Yeah why not. He’s down to try anything once. Actually likes being high with people, like him and Deuce and Yuu have reg smoke sessions and he loves it. Just likes the feeling idk. I don’t think he smokes alone tho. Likes flavored pens.

Deuce Spade: Will attend every smoke session and get a second hand high but will rarely actually participate. He thinks he has to be the responsible one while Yuu and Ace get high off their asses. But he’s not against smoking a little every once in awhile.

Leona Kingscholar: For sure dude. Someone is almost always on something in Savanaclaw so he’s been around his fair share and tried a couple things. Doesn’t like the smell from joints cause yk beast man heightened everything. So he prefers edibles or pens. Pens still stink to him but not as bad. Casual stoner. It helps him sleep when everyone in his dorm is all riled up over nothing. Gave Ruggie his first edible but was not happy when he had to take care of him after he greened out. (I have so many nsfw thoughts about Leona and smoking with Yuu omg don’t)

Ruggie Bucchi: Like I said, first time he had an edible he greened out. In his defense, the dosage was way too much. Leona kinda forgot he wasn’t as tolerant as him. He didn’t really want to do it again after that but he figured out smoking was easier cause he could gage where he was better. So now he’s a lil stoner. High Ruggie = ravenous Ruggie. Like Fr you’d think this kid was starving the way he was shoveling shredded cheese into his mouth, straight out the bag.

Azul Ashengrotto: Just gonna make a blanket statement now, none of the mer students smoke. They aren’t technically supposed to have lungs and filling those lungs with smoke is just painful. So he doesn’t smoke. He’ll do an edible every so often, usually to help him sleep, but that’s it. IS the campus dealer tho. He knows a guy. He knows quite a few guys actually. Hooks everyone up, for a price.

Jade Leech: Never has, never will. Has absolutely no interest in it. Doesn’t like not being in control of himself. Will be around when others get high though, he thinks it’s hilarious. Especially when people do too much and get sick.

Floyd Leech: Complete opposite of his brother. Will get high anytime, anywhere, with anyone. It hurts to smoke, like I said previously, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t trying. It’s actually getting better. He also thinks smoking looks cooler than edibles. High Floyd is a very cuddly monster. Will squeeze anyone who gets close enough. Just be thankful that he’s too out of it to use his full strength.

Vil Schoenheit: Will loudly advocate against it and ban his dorm from doing it but probably has a secret stash somewhere. Only Rook knows about it. He’s stressed ok?! You try being a famous actor/model/fairest in the land.

Epel Felmier: My boy wants to. He really does. He thinks it looks so cool, and if Yuu can do it so can he! But the smoke burns his lungs and edibles taste bad. But that doesn’t stop him from trying!

Idia Shroud: OKAY so there are two ways I could write this. Cannon how he probably is, or headcannon how I want him to be and see him as. Cannon, he probably talks a big game but actually knows jack shit about drugs of any kind. And is kinda scared to try. But he will, to seem cool. Ends up coughing up his heart but he tried and that’s what counts. And now he can officially say he’s ‘done weed’. Headcannon, Idia as a little loner stoner. It calms his nerves and makes it easier to talk to people. Usually if he’s out of his dorm, he’s high. He’s also high when he’s in his dorm. It helps him sleep and he thinks better with a lil weed in his system. May have developed a small codependency but that’s okay(no it’s not seek help). Mr wake and bake.

Malleus Draconia: Weed? Like, dandelions? What? He’s so confused when someone offers. Why would you smoke weeds? Lilia has to explain it to him three different ways before he gets it. He’ll try, but please give him an edible. It’s for your own safety. His lungs could probably take the smoke but if he ends up taking a hit too big he will cough up flames and not little ones. Very spacey once he’s high. Will stair at the ceiling for hours and say absolutely nothing.

Lilia Vanrouge: Has, will, wants to rn actually. Lilia lived through the 70s, he’s done almost every drug known to man, and probably some not yet known, at least once. Why not? He can take it. Doesn’t smoke often but also does? Idk how to explain it. Likes flavored cartridges more than anything else. The weirdo who fucks with cotton candy. He gets bad cotton mouth tho so… I mean, if you believe in the vampire theory like I do…👀

Silver: The first time he smoked was with his dad. He walked in on Lilia and a bong when he was like 15 and Lilia was like cmon m’boy. Now, he’s concerned that Lilia wasn’t more careful and exposed him so young but that also means he has an okay relationship with weed. Like, he’s able to make his decision firmly due to plenty of experimentation. He hates smoking and edibles generally but will absolutely body some weed brownies.

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yan-lorkai · 4 months

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could you do TWST head cannons with a reader who plays the drums and had a more 'rebellious style' but is very polite?

(any characters you like, but maybe ruggie or silver?)

☆*: Silver knows that judging a book by its cover is a fatal mistake, as appearances are very deceiving about a person's real character. So he would never judge you based on what you wear, otherwise he would be betraying his father's teachings and that is something he would never do.

☆*: Furthermore, he knows that you are a very polite and nice person. He hears good things about you from his dad and his classmates all the time, and it's possible he's even interacted with you before if you were part of the music club. Lilia sometimes invites his son to his practices and shows and Silver regularly appears there to show his support for his father.

☆*: Even though drums are a different instrument than the one his father plays, Silver knows a thing or two about caring for it. So he sometimes helps you take care of and polish your instrument, as well as asking you little questions about why you chose to play the drums, how many songs you know how to play. Anyway, he likes your style and the music you produce. If someone ever spoke badly about you around him because of the way you dress, he would give that person an endless lecture.

☆*: At Savanaclaw it's kill or be killed, so your politeness is something that made quite an impression on him the first time you two crossed paths. I mean, you have this rebellious and confident look, he kind of expected you to be like the other beastmen who think they are better than him because they are wolves or lions, or some other strong beast. He expected you to feel superior to him, he's just a hyena after all, but that was a silly thought that he quickly dismissed after you treated him with kindness and politeness.

☆*: You even gave him one of your donuts and patted his head! What kind of bad person would do that? Obviously you weren't bad, far from it, you were an angel! Therefore, anyone who makes fun of you because of your style or your drumming skills will mysteriously suffer minor accidents. Each of them worse than the other if they don't learn their lesson.

☆*: After your first interaction, Ruggie found himself interested in you. So occasionally he would show up to your shows and practices to watch you play and wow, you play well. He doesn't know much about drums, but as he wants to spend time with you, he asks you to teach him a little. He doesn't have money to buy a drum or any other instrument right now, but when he can he knows his grandma and the kids would love to hear him play. Even better if you're there to see it, but well, he can always send you a video.

☆*: Lilia saw you out of the corner of his eye for two seconds and automatically loved your rebellious style, floating towards you to talk and ask for fashion tips, after all, he also likes different styles and knows that the two of you together would be quite a duo. Yes, within five minutes of talking Lilia is already making big plans for the two of you as if you were best friends in the whole world. No, nothing you say or do will drive him away now.

☆*: Whether you join the music club or not, Lilia likes to hear you play. He has a talent for instruments and can help you improve yourself or correct small mistakes you may make without realizing while playing, offering tips and fixing your posture. He also likes to just sit and listen to you play as if nothing in the world could stop him from enjoying it.

☆*: He's like a kid excited about a new toy. And he will also cause accidents to anyone who talks badly about you because of the way you dress. You're so nice, so polite, he love how differently you are apart from your style. And people will treat you with respect or they're gonna deal with him! :)

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Can we hear your thoughts on Leona! Yutu?

Since Leona died fighting the Phantom, Yutu obviously wouldn't have met him, and I'm wondering about your ideas between what Leona became after NRC, how the loss of Yuu affected him, Leona's death, and Yutu's opinion of him before and after meeting him. I had an errant idea of Leona having Died a Hero's Death and then when Yutu meets him it's like, "THIS is the guy my parent was willing to spend the rest of their life with???"

Anyway yeah. As a Leona Simp, I would much appreciate anything you write.

Does he like cats... you know I have always sort of seen Leona has having a petty rivalry with Grim because he thinks he should be the King Cat, so the image of Leona! Yutu lying in a field with a bunch of cats is sort of a perfect contrast. I like it: Leona! Yutu absolutely loves cats and they love him.

notes: they/them used for Yuu, for context on the fyuuture kid au can be found here and here. You can find even more stuff for it on my masterlist under the series section.

Leona and and his position in the kingdom's line of succession... Based off my understanding of what we see in the Tashmina event I think the Savanna would prioritize protecting their royal family over a lot, something that pissed Leona off. He went to fight the King of Beast's phantom because he saw it as a problem he made and that he needed to take responsibility for sure, but also because he had no faith in his brother to do anything meaningful about it. I want to say that his brother wanted to enshrine Leona as a hero for his sacrifice, but that this decision was very unpopular with his advisors so he was buried in the Elephant Graveyard without much fanfare. He is an extremely popular figure with the hyenas, as is Ruggie. They see him as restoring the Kingdom's honor in a way by defeating the false king, something no other country in the apocalypse can claim, but things are still rough since they can't rely on tourism anymore and the blot has been making the weather really unpredictable, leading to bad harvests and starving people.

If Yuu was Leona's... losing them wouldn't have a noticeable affect on him but it was a massively crushing blow. We know he hates his unique magic because turning things to sand is a curse in the Savanna, but did it really have to be his own family this time? The family he got in spite of himself, the one fucking person who chose him no matter how much he snapped at them and tried to convince them to see him for what he was; a worthless dead end that would only hurt them. And what's worse is he knows that whoever took them had his brother's cooperation.

"Couldn't let me have this one fucking thing could you?" He's laughing as he says it and not even the irritation in his sister in law's eyes makes him back down. "Stuff it. I ain't stupid enough for whatever line you got fed and I don't care about your justifications. You're gonna have to live with this one on your own, Falena. Just like I have to."

He refuses to talk to his other family after that. No matter who is asking or making demands, taking Yuu and Yutu away from him is just one step too far. His brother probably thought that Yuu would be allowed to come home and that's why he let them go, but that's not exactly an excuse Leona would be willing to accept from anyone, let alone the supposed leader of a state. He almost feels relived when the blot phantoms start wreaking things, Leona might just want to sleep until you come to wake him up again but fighting things gives him an excuse to get his mind off things. Dying is a relief, he doesn't have to deal with Idia's whining or living without you any longer than he already has. His only regret is that he had to take Ruggie with him.

I really love this fanart and head cannon fima11 had of Leona's hair being light when he was born, and the color getting darker as he grows, so the idea of something similar happening with Leona! Yutu when he's born is really sweet. Leona's hair sort of resembles a mane, it'd be cute if Leona! Yutu's did the same. And genetics are already so weird I don't think any earth doctors would like too much of it.

Leona! Yutu is a sleepy boy. His hobby is napping and his favorite place in the whole wide world is his bed. He has a bad habit of laying face first in his pillows because he snores pretty loudly and he doesn't want to wake anyone up, which sort of makes him look like he has passed out as opposed to just settled down for a good snooze.

Because he is being raised by a single parent in the human world and not a bunch of gossipy servants hired by emotionally neglectful royalty, Yutu is significantly less entitled than Leona is. He has good sense with his money and can work hard, he just has a bit of a problem with resting bitch face that leaves people thinking he is rude. And to be fair? If someone is testing his patience then he really can be. Apple didn't fall far from the tree, Yutu is absolutely brutal when people test his patience.

Yuu's memories of Leona don't exactly help with his perceived behavior problems, they recall Leona's catty personality and how rude he could be, but that he was so remarkably clever and so very strong, that they were in awe of him sometimes. I think they would mention that he struggled with depression due to a difficult upbringing and feel a need to make sure Yutu felt appreciated and like he could do anything he set his mind to, no matter who he was born as. Yutu just takes that to mean that being a bitch runs in the family and he fully intends to ride that excuse to the bank.

It's a nice thought but Yutu feels a bit conflicted by it. He has no doubt that Yuu will always love and support him, but other people? Yuu might be able to ignore what their neighbors say about them but Yutu can hear them loud and clear. They think Yuu's amnesia is an act, and that he's a weirdo freak. Not to mention they don't have any money so even if he wanted to be a doctor or something like that going to school would be a bit of a pain, even with his grades. He finds school to be boring, and even when he gets bullied by one of the coaches in to taking up a sport because of how strong he is it doesn't help much.

I could see him being very into space and astronomy because he feels like he doesn't belong in your world. He knows a lot of downright stupid stuff about UFO sightings and aliens even though he doesn't believe in them. He is SO DISAPPOINTED when Twisted Wonderland turns out to have no conspiracy theories to talk about, can't think the moon landing was faked if you never had one after all. If the world wasn't literally ending he would be pushing for the Sunset Savanna to win the space race, c'mon guys it is in our name everything the light touches totally expands to the stars-

Like the other beastmen Yutus he maintains his instincts, even in your world. He is extremely territorial about his things and especially your home. Like Cater! Yutu, he has strong feelings of nostalgia for your world, but unlike him it has nothing to do with the monsters or hardships. Lions just tend to stay in the same place for a long time so moving to entirely different world and ecosystem makes him feel weird, even if he prefers his beastfolk body to his human one.

Gets put in Savanaclaw by the mirror. He might like space but his preferred type of argument is rearranging someone's dental work before asking them to explain themselves. He'd be terrible at defending a thesis.

Leona! Yutu's place in the Sunset Savanna hierarchy is tricky. I think, as Yutu is his brother's child, Falena would want some sort of relationship with him as he does clearly love his brother. What makes that hard is that as far as the government is concerned, Leona is dead and that's the end of his part of the family line. Acknowledging that he had a son could further destabilize the already tense political situation in the Savanna since Leona's sacrifice is already a point of conflict between the royal family and a portion of their people. While Crewel has no problem telling Yutu about his father since he has a right to know, the fact that he is technically a prince is completely hidden from him for a long time.

We haven't really played with this idea yet, but I sort of like Leona having a ghost that hangs around his grave sometimes. Idia arranges for Yutu to go there on a day he thinks he'll be hanging around and while Yutu doesn't get to talk to his father he does get to see him and the look of pride in his eyes when the grumpy lion realizes who he is. Leona gets to pass on and be with Yuu while Yutu gets a lesson from his cousin about the concept of the great Kings living on in the sky and how the past lives on in him. Because while Cheka understand his dad's concerns like hell is he not going to meet his favorite cousin. His enthusiasm is really exhausting to Yutu, he appreciates the fact that someone has nice things to say about his dad but he isn't too sure how much he trusts this guy.

Oh right one more thing, I don't want to say each of the Savanaclaw boys would pass their magic on to their Yutu's so if we ever get around to Jack he won't, but Leona should pass on King's Roar to his kid. Causing a drought might be considered a curse but I want to say Leona! Yutu wears it with pride. He loves his roar and that despite all the effort put in to erasing Leona from existence he still lives in him. His head is fit to wear the crown, no matter what anyone says.

Leona clocks what Yutu is the instant he steps out of the portal. It's all in the kid's scent and what runes he used to make the jump. He takes some time to think about what it could mean and comes to a few conclusions. Firstly, if he has a kid with you then he will always have some sort of relationship with you, no not in the yandere possessive way (mostly), he just knows enough about himself and his wants to know that having a kid would not be something he did by accident. If he did that at some point in the future it would be because you were going to stay with him forever and he actually believed that. Something that clearly did not get to happen because of how protective Yutu is of his parent.

Yutu was a bit confused if he should go about interacting with his dad or even ask about him so you can imagine his surprise when he stops by Ramshackle to see Leona half asleep on the couch.

"Oh sorry Yuu isn't here-"

"I know." Leona doesn't even open his eyes, and is he seriously wearing his shoes on the couch? Yuu would kill him for that it's so unsanitary.

"Um. Ok I'll just leave you be the-"

"Why'd you travel back in time?" Oh Leona's eyes are open now and there is something about that stare that's nailing Yutu to his spot and tempting his tail between his legs. His dad must notice because he laughs and shakes his head. "Seriously? If that's all it takes to scare you shitless we really are fucked."

Leona doesn't outright say he knows he's his dad, but Yutu gathers that's probably the case from the difference in his attitude around him compared to everyone else. There's a degree of coldness and severity to Leona when he's giving orders that really isn't present when he's talking to him about overblots or his theories about who is responsible for the bad future. He's almost playful about it, like he is messing with a cub. Which Yutu supposes that he is but still, he doesn't like being treated like a kid. Something he very much regrets telling Leona because holy shit his dad is strong just like Yuu said he was.

I think Leona would make him play chess against him a lot. You can learn a lot about a person by playing chess with them, and since it's something Leona really likes to do he would enjoy sharing it with his son. I think he would also get a kick out of seeing Yutu get really competitive with him about it. Maybe there is some lion in this kid after all.

Leona also makes a subtle effort to teach him about how the court of the Sunset Savanna works. I think Leona would sort of enjoy the fact that his kid didn't grow up as royalty just because it meant he was free of the pressures that he had, but hate everything else he learned about Yutu's childhood. It inspires him to think a bit deeper about how he is going to address this when Yutu is born in this timeline, though he is admittedly lacking on solutions beyond refusing to die this time. He must have been really far gone to even consider making a heroic sacrifice that's not like him at all.

He does get the appeal of his father sort of? Sure he's lazy, but he is extremely intelligent and clearly a lot more knowledgeable about literally everything than Yutu thought he was. When they're working together he sees a very impressive person and reliable leader. When he sees Leona interact with you he has questions. Why do you let him pick fights with you so often? Yutu can tell he's making heart eyes at how you fight back but that's because he's a beatman himself so he can read his body language. And he's not crazy about how he orders you around because if his father is a Prince... wouldn't that mean by marrying him you would also be royalty? He is so confused...

Meanwhile Leona isn't rushing things just because he knows you return his feelings at some point. He wants you to choose to be with him of your own free will, wants the feeling that comes with knowing you did that and he is willing to play the game to get that. Every milestone he reaches is so much sweeter for knowing that he got you on his efforts alone, crappy attitude and all.

The reveal to Yuu, much like the reveal to Yutu is extremely mundane. Leona invites you to spend the night with him sometime after you get together and he asks you while you're curled up on his chest and he's holding you just a bit too tight (not because he's afraid you'll run, not at all) how you would feel if you could never go home.

"A little upset." Because you had resigned yourself to the possibility a long time ago now. There's a chance you're only in Twisted Wonderland because you died in your world anyway, might as well be grateful you're still kicking. "And if you stayed and things went bad here, would you still be alright with that?" You don't hesitate at all to his surprise. "I think I'd be safe if I was with you." Well he really hates to prove you wrong but you still deserve to know.

Leona is weirdly quiet in his anger. He roars sure, but that's to exert control. When he's mad he just gets smug and says a lot of hurtful stuff. He leaves the screaming to Yuu, and I could see a Yuu that got with Leona only to learn they didn't get to spend the rest of their life with him doing a lot of screaming. Preventing the apocalypse is a team effort now but first Yutu and Leona are getting scolded for not letting Yuu in on the secret sooner. Leona is down bad horrendous and Yutu wants to die, he hates making you mad.

If I had to make a list of characters I would trust to find a solution to an apocalypse, Leona would actually be pretty close to the top. He is going to bitch about it the entire way, but if he were given the facts before things went too sideways, I think he would be able to make a good plan to set them straight. And there is no way anyone is going to tell him that he managed to have something as precious to him as Yuu taken away from him and not have him do something about it. He'll swallow his pride and take his licks when he has to, but not on this. Never on this, whoever thought he'd just roll over and die is going to shatter in his hands and be like dust on the wind. He really hopes they have enough sense to be prepared....

#<3 asks #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #future kid au #leona kingscholar x reader #leona kingscholar x yuu

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kondensaduhhh · 1 year

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inspired by @dirtytransmasc ‘s Spider Te Suli Tsyeyk’itan AU

where, since because this Spider grew up being fully adopted and loved by the Sully family, the ‘son for a son scene’ where Neytiri holds a knife to Spider doesn’t happen, what happens instead is a ‘if I can’t have him, no one can’ scene with Quaritch, where instead of Quaritch getting a hold of Kiri, it’s Spider.

Everyone is frozen.

Kiri is holding Tuk, Jake being torn between shooting Miles, but risk shooting his son too, and obeying his demands. Lo’ak and Neteyam are there, a few scrapes, cuts, and bruises on them but otherwise whole. Jake holds out his arm in front of his other two sons, knowing his mate’s burning desire to protect pumps in their veins, ready to lunge.

And Neytiri is prowling.

That demon has her son, her firstborn under his sharp knife, already cutting his delicate skin, she sees his blood smear with each struggle, causing a growl deep within her throat. Every bone in her body aches to lunge and attack the monster hurting her baby, but her mate’s arm stops her, she sees the pleading look in his eyes that yells, ‘please, think clearly’. She wants to scream, she needs to do something, but the situation is much too delicate to take such a risk.

“What will it be, kid?” Quaritch says, knife still against Spider neck, “The Sullys, who left you, abandoned you for months?” cries of protest from his siblings at the words spoken, “or me? who took care of you after they left you for dead?”

With no breath of hesitation in his voice, “Them! They’re my family! Not you! Never you!” Spider screams. Irritation pinches Quaritch’s face, he sets his jaw, “Then so be it.” and he cuts.

He cuts through Spider’s jugular, leaving to fall, blood sputtering through his fingers as he tries to add pressure. Everyone screams, scrambling to help Spider. The demon walks away with a limp in his step.

“Lyle, blow this pla-“ short, rapid fire gunshots, cut through everyones eardrums, the Sullys’ attention snapped to the cause of the beast’s death for a second. They were met with the image of Neteyam, gun in his arms, tears in his eyes, he drops it immediately and rushes to Spider’s side.

“Neteyam…” Kiri holds her hand out to him, her voice watery and scared, he takes her hand, and inches closer towards his brother, Tuk tucks herself onto him, wailing onto his chest, Lo’ak has both hands pressing on Spider’s neck, their dad is speaking softly to him, stroking his hair, while their mother is begging for Eywa to keep her son alive, to not take him away from them, from her, no, not yet

Spider is apologizing and they don’t know why, they just hold on to him and their siblings, “im sorry, im sorry… i love you, im sorry,” he coughs, blood splatters on his mask, dripping down the sides of his lips, “i just wanted to sa-…” He closes his eyes. The it’s like the world stopped spinning, everyone is silent, waiting for Spider to keep talking, because he always does, he always has something to say, but Jake has hung his head already.

Kiri was the first to talk Spider, “Monkey boy? Spider? Spider, what is it? Spider! What were gonna say?!” her voice gets shakier as she talks, her voice breaks at the end along it is her, curling into Spider’s chest.

“Spider? Wake up! C’mon, you’re scaring me!” Tuk, oh, little Tuk-tuk, she pleads, “Neteyam, do something!” She sobs. Neteyam can’t fix this one, he can’t lead them on this one, Neteyam doesn’t know what to do, instead her cries, not quietly, like Lo’ak, who is staring at his hands, covered in Spider’s blood, tears just running down his cheeks, but also not loudly, like Kiri, who demanding answers from the Great Mother, he just… cries. Holding the rest of his siblings in his arms.

Jake is on the opposite side of his children on Spider’s body, he wants to wipe away the tears and blood off of his son’s face, to remove the mask and clean his face off, he tries, but his daughters’ panicked screams of ‘Stop! He can’t breath with out it!” broke his heart further. Lo’ak cries like him, quiet, almost catatonic, a contrast to his mate who has screamed and wailed for it to not be true, sobbing for Eywa to not do this to them. With no protest fro Kiri, and little from Tuk, Neytiri holds Spider, sobbing louder when his body that was always warm, especially compared to their na’vi bodies, was starting to cool. Kiri and Tuk held onto their mother as they cried.

Jake neared his mate, gently pulling her towards him, as their remaining sons was held by their father, both boys leaning on Jake.

continuation

#idk what happenedkdkdjdk #avatar the way of water #avatar way of water #atwow #avatar twow #spider soccoro #kiri sully #neteyam suly #tuk sully #loak sully #spider socorro #kiri te suli kìreysì'ite #tuktirey te suli neytiri'ite #loak te suli tsyeyk’itan #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #spider te suli tsyeyk'itan

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extremelyblackandwhite · 8 months

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pairing: dad!bucky barnes x au pair!reader

warnings: age gap (reader is 10 years younger than bucky), smut (18+, dni if under 18)

author’s note: i got given a vinyl of go your own way/silver springs last week by my mum that she bought when she was younger, so i've been playing it time and time again and it bled onto this chapter.

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i know i could've loved you but you would not let me.

Bucky knew Y/N was upset. That's all he knew. He knew she'd come from her date and ever since she'd been quiet as a mouse and that was something considering Y/N gave her opinion anytime the opportunity presented itself. He'd even change the order her mugs in, to see if she would say something, instead she just grabbed a mug and went upstairs to her room whenever he was home to watch Sadie. If he was looking after Sadie, then Y/N would not be found for long stretches of time, instead looked into her bedroom with note and after note typing aggressively - a routine which made Bucky thankful he'd never pursued a PhD or anything other than a bachelors. He'd started to leave little snacks around her room whenever she went out, a pack of Oreos stashed in her nightstand, dehydrated mango slices from the brand she liked on top of her computer, little pots of coconut yoghurt. He knew she was always in that bedroom and he also knew she wouldn't come out no matter if it was breakfast, lunch or dinner.

He was sure there was only one person to blame - Christopher. Sure, Y/N and Bucky fought about it before she went on her date, they always did, but it never resulted in her becoming a hermit, locked in her room. As such, Chris was now enemy number one and Bucky was sure if HR discovered, he would get in trouble. He wasn't making the kid's life too hard, he was just making him work nights and overtimes and weekends. He'd also sent Chris on a coffee run. Yet Y/N continued in her little cocoon of sadness and tonight was no difference. Bucky had ordered Italian in and ended up the evening watching Beauty and the Beast with Sadie. The redhead had fallen asleep at the midpoint and as Bucky was ready to call it a night, he heard the soft steps of Y/N's coming down the stairs, holding a stack of plates and mugs. She was in her little white vintage chenille robe embroidered with blue and pink flowers, her hair up with a way too big claw clip and white fuzzy socks. If Bucky wasn't worried about her, he'd be wondering about what was under her robe.

- You want some Italian? - Bucky got up to follow her from the kitchen. - I got some of that weird spinach pasta you like. Extra mozzarella balls just as you like.

- No. - she placed the plates in the sink, starting to wash them with the cranberry dish soap that she always bought the moment the first autumn leaf fell.

- You didn't come up of your little cocoon today. You know, the cleaning maid is wondering if I'm cutting your pay since you're keeping one bedroom and one bathroom hostage.

- I can move to the guest bedroom. - she moved to grab a plate but the slippery porcelain slipped, crashing into a thousand bits to the ground. She sighed, her lip quivering and almost as if by seconds, she started crying.

Y/N went down to her knees, grabbing at the pieces of porcelain and shards, as if pushing them together would bring it back.

- Y/N, shit, darling ... - he went back to his knees to put his hands on her arms to pull her up. - It's ok, don't pick them up, you'll get hurt.

- I'm sorry. - she sniffled, her hands attempting to go and rub her eyes but Bucky stopped them in case she had little shards of porcelain stuck to her palms. - I'll clean it up, I promise.

- It's fine. - Bucky kicked the big shards away. - What's wrong, Y/N? Is it Chris? Did he hurt you?

- I'm gonna fail my viva. - she sniffled once more. - And I'm gonna have to go back to Ohio and I'm not made to live in Ohio.

- Why would you go back to Ohio?

- My parents bought a farm there after retiring. I am not Ohio farm material, Bucky. I'm afraid of horses.

- Why would you even fail your viva? You're a smart woman, you're at a good university, you are okay. - Bucky wrapped his arms around her. - Probably not for long if you keep not eating. Go seat and I'll get you your disgusting pasta.

- It is not disgusting. - Y/N rolled her eyes before making her way to the table. - Buck? Can I become your secretary if I fail my viva?

- No. Your skirts aren't as short as I'd like. - he joked, bringing her pasta in a plate and pushing it towards her. - You're too fucking smart to be my secretary, if you were in my company you'd be CEO or something.

- I worked my entire life for this. - she toyed around with her food, looking up with eyes still wet. - You know? I didn't come from legacy families or families who could actually afford to send me to college, I worked my ass off because I thought if I did I'd get somewhere. I'd be someone, I wouldn't have to count my pennies, I would be respected. Instead, everyone thinks I'm a joke on track to become your unfuckable housewife.

- Now c'mon, if you do become my housewife, I would fuck you at least once a night. - he joked trying to lighten the mood but Y/N merely deadpanned at him. - Twice actually. You have a nice ass.

- Not helping.

- Because you're being ridiculous. You wanna know the reason I hired you? You had zero experience but you were smart and you were fiery and independent and I wanted my daughter to be like that.

- You're just saying that because you're tired of bathing, Sadie.

- I'm saying that because you're a great student and you're a smart woman. Besides, if they fail you, we'll just have to bribe the university. We'll donate a building for you.

- You're not funny. - she swallowed in a giggle before taking the first forkful of pasta.

- No, really, we'll get you a building. - he moved to seat next to her. - Maybe an astronomy one.

- How swell.

- I mean, maybe an astronomy building will be too much. Maybe a farming one.

- God, I'm never telling you anything ever again. - she took another forkful of food. Bucky was glad he'd distracted her enough where she was eating, genuinely eating. - How's Sadie?

- Sadie is doing well. She's supposed to go back to kindie next week but I was taking of taking her to the office for a bit. You know? I don't trust the roudy kids.

- It's a private kindergarten. The senator's grandchild goes there, Bucky. I doubt they have their own fight club.

- Have you ever seen a bunch of 2 year olds? They're terrifying and Sadie is a sensitive baby.

- So you'll take her to a corporate office?

- It's gonna be her company one day. Start them young. - he joked once more. - You want some ice cream? I tried to look for one that would be suitable for 2 year olds but then I came home and goggle it and they said I should blend frozen bananas instead.

Truth was, he'd bought a bunch of flavours thinking one would be Y/N's favourite and would entice her to eat something. That had ended up with him holding over 10 flavours of ice cream in his freezer. He came back with a selection of flavours he thought he wanted in a nice little dish. Y/N always liked nice little dishes.

- Maybe I just don't belong, you know? - Y/N sighed. - In academic research. Most people come from well off families or are really smart, I'm just ...

- You're just you. - Bucky said, leaning his chin on his hand to stare at her.

- Yeah. I'm just me. Plain, old, me. Daughter of working class parents, me. Mediocre grade at masters, me. - she sighed once more, looking at the melting ice cream. - I can't even keep a relationship from falling apart.

- Chris broke up with you?

- I am not dating Chris so he can't technically break up with me. Besides, it wasn't like it would actually work.

- I'm sorry.

- No, you're not. - she looked at him, cocking her head to the side. - You'll probably be dancing in the grave of my situationship.

- I don't dance, Y/N. I'm a respectable man. - he once again tried to make light of the situation. - What happened?

- Guess I'm not suitable or good enough or don't do enough. One of the three. Whatever. - she chuckled dryly. - It was nice to have someone like me even if the me they liked was someone I'm not.

- You act as if other people don't like you.

- It's not that they don't like me but they also don't like me. You know what I mean? They put up with me, they are alright with me, they are cordial but they don't like me. They don't tolerate me.

- I like you. - those words flew out of his lips like it was the most natural thing for him to say. As if he were stating an irrefutable fact like the sky looks blue or the Earth is round. - I like you. Just the way you are.

Y/N's lips parted as she waited for something to compliment the sentence. I like you just the way you are but less difficult, I like you just the way you are but prettier, I like you just the way you are but less argumentative, I like you just the way you are but as a friend. Yet those words never came and she found herself instead staring at the man in front of her, staring into those blue eyes like some sailor drawn to the sea.

- Daddy? - Bucky recognised his daughter's voice. Bad timing, bad, bad timing.

- Hey bug. - Y/N got up from her chair and walked up to the 2 year old, kneeling down to her level. - Are you alright?

- Nightmare.

- Aw that's awful, bug. I'll go and tuck you in and stay there while you fall asleep. Sounds good?

(...)

- I'm telling you, Steve. I fucked up.

- When you said we needed to have an urgent meeting, I didn't think this would be it.

Bucky had called Steve in London, the meeting screen showing Steve in his office. Yet, instead of one of their regular meetings to check with the state of the London office, it was Bucky talking to Steve. He'd fucked up, he'd fucked up badly and he'd only realise he'd fucked up once he woke up this morning and Y/N had left, leaving a note merely saying she had gone down to Ohio to be with her parents for a bit.

- You just said you liked her, so what? At least you didn't tell her you loved her. It could have been interpreted differently.

- You don't understand, Steve. I told her I liked her just the way she is.

- Alright, Mark Darcy, pipe down. Have you considered that maybe, just maybe, Y/N wants to go see her parents because she hasn't seen them in ages? Maybe because she's upset and wants to be with her mum and dad?

- I'm telling you, she's gonna quit.

- She's not gonna quit, Barnes. She likes Sadie too much, besides, isn't she with Chris Davis anyway? - Steve leaned against his chair, staring at Bucky through his screen. - Just relax.

(...)

A week had gone by and Y/N woke up with the sun shinning on her face. Being here was different than being in New York, it was quieter, calmer and all the sounds she could hear were the wind and the animals allowed close enough to the main house. This wasn't her childhood home, her parents had bought it yet it was comfortable. The furniture was the same and the feeling of her home was still available, it made her calm. Things were ... too much right now and she needed to be away from the hustle and bustle of the city.

She moved herself to the kitchen, pouring herself a cup of tea and seating on the wooden chair with her feet on top of the seat. Her mother walked into the kitchen a few moments later, kissing the top of her head before sitting down next to her daughter.

- Do you want me to make you some eggs, shortcake?

- I'm okay, mum. - she smiled at her mother. - Where's dad?

- I sent him out to get some groceries. I wanted to talk to you alone.

- That's never good.

- Shortcake, I love having you here. You're my only daughter and I love it when you come to visit but it feels like you're running away.

- I'm not running away, mum. I just came to visit.

- When you're 3 days away from defending your thesis? In the middle of the night? I've known you for 27 years, shortcake. You're not visiting, you're running.

- I'm failing. - she sighed, with a scared laugh. - I've looked through my papers time and time again and in 3 days I'll make a fool of myself.

- Y/N, c'mon. - her mother put her hand on her shoulder. - You said that about your undergraduate and your masters. You've never actually came to me and told me something is going well academically.

- This is different. I've invested almost four years of my life into this and I'm just so tired. The thought of failing is just ... terrifying.

- You've always doubted yourself, always put so much weight onto your own shoulders. You don't need to be the best, Y/N. You don't need to impress us or make us proud, we've been proud and impressed by you since the moment you were born. Running away here is not gonna solve how you feel and you, Y/N, have never been a quitter. - her mother caressed her face, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. - You gave it your best, that's all you can do.

- There's more. - since she was airing out things, maybe she should talk about this. It wasn't like she could talk to her friends, she didn't have many and she couldn't talk to her colleagues about it either. - There's this guy.

- Christopher?

- Not Christopher. Another guy ... He told me he liked me and it just ... it freaked me out.

- Do you like him?

- I ... I don't actually know. I, I never really allowed myself to think of him like that. He's different.

- How different?

- I never considered ending up with someone like him, you know? He's not what I'd envision ever but he feels, he feels like the only person who seems me. He seems me not postdoctoral student Y/N, not who I may be if I succeed or if I fail. Just me.

- Then what is the problem?

- I think he also doesn't consider himself ending up with someone like me. I think .... I think I could love him but he would never let me because I'm not the ending that he pictured. I'm just not the one.

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honestlywtf04 · 2 years

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𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭

warning: there will be different kind of scenarios and kinks mentioned here

vinnie x fem!reader

aftercare (what he's like after sex)

vinnie is a like a light switch, he can be aggressive and rough during sex but once it's done, he turns into the biggest baby you can be around. he loves doing aftercare. having you not being able to walk. not because you can't, but because he doesn't let you. he carries you to the bathroom, removes your makeup, cleans the sheets while your sitting on the toilet, and lays you down with him spooning you.

body part (his favorite body part of yours)

well for one, your ass. very obvious right? he loves to touch it, sexually or not. squeezing it and getting all giddy when you randomly get in the shower with him because now he'll be able to grab it and stare at it without your clothes blocking his view. why buy a stress ball when he has you.

your waist. he loves rubbing it during sex, it gives him control especially when you're riding him, he can control your pace. even intimately, when you both are having romantic sex, he'd put his body close to yours and wraps his arms around your waist, not allowing a gap between your bodies.

cum (anything to do with cum)

he won't admit this but he loves to cum inside you because he loves the idea of both your and his cum mixing together. he goes feral when you offer him a blowjob because he doesn't know what you're going to do but he knows he's going to love it. he loves giving you facials, his cum absolutely covering your face makes his stomach get filled with butterflies. those are his favorites.

he loves giving you head, your cum is so sweet and so delicious according to him, he can never get enough. he always tries to make you squirt and once you do, he opens his mouth with a smile like a kid that got told that he could get candy. digging his tongue inside you just so he can get every last drop. there is no way he'll let anything go to waste.

dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of his)

he will never say this to your face but he loves to be submissive. having him obeying everything you tell him, your seductive voice is so erotic for him. he loves being called a good boy just like you love being called good girl. he gets so into it and you're so oblivious to how much he actually enjoys it.

experience (how experienced is he? does he know what he's doing?)

vinnie wasn't that experienced at the start of your relationship. he has had a few hookups but they were mainly influenced by his friends. he was already good at sex but he himself didn't believe it. he has watched so many adult videos, not because he's horny, but because he wants to improve his skill set. and you can clearly see the improvement. he went from a cub to a beast. he knows exactly what he's doing, you can be quiet on purpose but he can see right through you, "c'mon baby, let those pretty moans out."

favorite position (this goes without saying)

he has two favorites. cowgirl, he loves when his hands are behind his head watching you use him to make yourself feel good. it drives him crazy watching his dick slide inside of you so easily.

missionary is his go to position. he gets to keep eye contact with you, watch the faces you make, watch your boobs bounce, and obviously-his favorite- watching his dick go inside you.

even though he loves these positions the most, he has to switch positions to keep the sex more "exciting."

goofy (are they more serious in the moment or more humorous?)

he is definitely humorous, making stupid jokes and when you don't laugh, he realizes that he's literally destroying you. "you know, isn't it crazy to think that we're gonna make a baby like this in the future?"

when having romantic sex, he is more quiet. taking in the moment of having you in his arms making love to each other. he knows when to make jokes and when not to.

hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he is very groomed. i mean, we have all seen him right? he hates facial hair and has no chest or body hair. he in general hates hair while you don't mind it but it's his choice overall. there was one time he didn't shave his pubes and he hated it.

intimacy (how are they during the moment? romantic aspect...)

i think i've said this already, he is very romantic. during sex, he goes slow and steady, you sometimes don't like it because of how horny you are but he doesn't care. he wants to feel you, physically and emotionally. he is a very physical person so he tends to pull you close to him, like really close. there has been times where sex ended in both of you crying due to being overwhelmed with emotions.

he'd sometimes buy a lot of rose pedals and scatter them around the floor, candles on every counter you can possibly see with some soft music playing in the background. this is a pain in the ass to clean but so worth it.

jack off (masturbation headcannon)

calling you and begging you to come home

sends you a picture of his hand on his dick

using the cockring you bought him

thinking about you

whimpering

goes to his 'my eyes only' because that's where he keeps your private videos

sometimes (most of the time) he'd go submissive when calling you

desperate whore

moving his hips when getting close to make it seems like you're there

him masturbating leads to a handjob from you

"were you waiting for me baby?"

his jaw dropping at how well you're doing

very vocal (not the annoying kind) your name falling out of his mouth countless times

"you even wore your toy, good boy"

kink (one or more of their kinks)

dirty talk

dom!vinnie (mostly)

femdom

nipple play

praise kink, he loves to be praised

degrading

size kink

toys

overstimulation

there is more

location (favorite places to do the do)

the warehouse is his favorite. on his workout bench... he loves that. not because he wants to get caught fucking you. that's far from the truth. the warehouse is huge, therefore it echoes more. when you make those sweet sounds he loves, they come back to him and he enjoys that.

his gaming chair, even though most of the time he sits down to start streaming, he remembers that he's sitting on the chair where you guys fucked which gives him an erection.

he can have sex with you anywhere.

motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

your entire existence turns him on. the simple things you do makes his brain start turning. when you're eating, he looks at your lips and thinks about shoving his dick inside there. or when you're spooning and you move the slightest bit, you look at him and he awkwardly smiles at you "really vinnie? another boner?"

no (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

he doesn't like being watched by someone while having sex with you. mainly because he won't be able to focus on you and his brain will be "they're watching me" and he's an awkward person in general. he doesn't want to make you cry from pain. that's a "no-no" as he calls it.

oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

even though he is in love with the way you suck him, he enjoys eating you more. he looks up at you while doing it knowing you love it. he loves your taste, your smell, everything. he even shoves his tongue in there, that's dedication. even after you reach your release, he would smile and kiss your clit a few times to see your body's reaction.

pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual, etc.)

fast and rough is his go-to, that means more rounds of sex. he grabs your neck with both of his hands and start drilling into you as if you will never have sex again. he also travels a lot and lives in a place where nowhere is private which means you kind of have to go fast to not get caught.

if you guys are alone, he goes more slow than normal. he still goes fast, but not as fast as- you get it.

quickie (their opinions on quickies, rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

with him living at the hype house, traveling a lot and you having modeling gigs, quickies are bound to happen. he doesn't prefer them over proper sex, but it's growing on him. proper sex > quickies.

they happen quite a few times during the week, however you both are starting to organize your schedules and have more time for each other and not work.

risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

he is definitely game to experiment. the "riskiest" thing you both have done together is pegging. you had brought it up and it went from there. you have tried bondage, you bought a sex swing one time and vinnie came home to you naked on it. that was one hell of a night.

vinnie is always open to experiment during sex, the laughs, not knowing what to do is his favorite part, "this is how i do it right?"

stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

this is a no brainer. this man has no limits, you want to go for five rounds? then he'll do it no problem. normal sex for you guys is 2-3 rounds. after his fight in 2021, you began to wonder how your vagina is even working. his stamina and energy levels went through the roof.

toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves)

vinnie has a lot of toys, most of them he bought to explore his sex life. he uses his cockring on himself when you're not there or when he's the submissive one. his favorite toy is his pocket pussy, there is no explanation needed. he uses a dildo that is somewhat similar to his size and would use it on you to "get you ready."

he also uses a vibrator on you if he wants to overstimulate you which is quite often. he has a lot more toys but these are a few of them.

unfair (how much they like to tease)

vinnie is the biggest tease ever. calling you "pretty girl" with a stupid smirk on his face, not so sneakily rubbing his crotch on your ass making you feel his erection. he would finger you in the car while he's driving but not let you get a release. he loves to see you sexually frustrated. he can find a reason to make you a "bad girl", and not let you get anything as your punishment. he would leave the door wide open (when home alone) when masturbating just so you can walk in, you try to help him but he would snatch your wrist away "nope, only watch sweetheart."

volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

he is not excessively loud, but he is loud enough where you feel proud of yourself. he doesn't like fake moaning, so any sound you hear coming from his mouth is from real pleasure. his normal voice isn't that deep but during sex, his groans get so low and it's so sexy. he can also be very loud when you are edging him, whimpering and heavy breathing are his forte.

he sometimes bites his lip and let's out huffs when fucking you so he can minimize the amount of noise he's making, due to the fact that he doesn't live alone. he is in love with the sounds you make and takes advantage of it, "i don't think i'm making you feel good, let me try harder." "be quiet honey, you don't want them to hear your sexy voice right?"

wild card (get a random headcannon for the character of your choice)

oral king

loves your boobs, squeezing, sucking, or sleeping on them (he even gave them names)

he bites your ass when it's in front of his face

hates seeing other guys checking you out

would kill someone if you asked

10/10 music taste

working on his jealousy problem

x-ray (let's see what's going on in those pants, pictures or words)

above average penis size, not humongous though. about 7-8 inches big, he knows how to use it hehe wink wink. has the type of body where if you look at him naked, you'll say "that looks right." doesn't look unnatural, it's veiny during sex.

yearning (how high is their sex drive)

this man is horny all the time and he blames you for it. he can touch you a certain way and automatically think about fucking you for two hours straight. he pouts like a child when you turn down sex which leads to you teasing him and him destroying you an hour later. blame yourself for creating this beast.

zzz (... how quickly they fall asleep after sex)

he always waits for you to fall asleep first, it's a habit that will never change. once he sees you sleeping, he rubs any part of your body and watches you sleep. a few minutes after, he slowly ends up sleeping.

#vinnie hacker #vinnie #vhackerr #vincent hacker #vinnie fanfic #vinnie imagines #vinnie x reader #vinnie hacker smut #vinnie hacker imagine #vinnie hacker fanfic #vinniehacker

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ashuribbon · 3 months

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How would Wilted Pure Vanilla feel about White Lily?

Gonna make a few comics about some of the stuff I mentioned, but for now I'll just give a full summary! All under the cut!

In short, before Pure Vanilla became Wilted Vanilla, as a kid in the Blueberry Yogurt Magic Academy, he was friends with White Lily, but it was slightly rocky at times...

Since he is Shadow Milk Cookie but reborn and he didn't know until years later, Pure Vanilla was an outcast at a young age. He would always do that evil laugh that can give any Cookie a fright, mean-spirited pranks on other students that he always got away with (with White Lily always finding out), mildly concerning remarks towards other Cookies when they say anything negative, either saying it's funny or teasing them about it. Pure Vanilla KNEW it's immoral to do these things since it'll only make other students stay away from him, but he kept doing it and didn't know why.

White Lily would be the one who became pals with Pure Vanilla, hoping she can get him to at least get along with the others in the academy despite knowing he was trouble (she nearly got banned from entering the library because he got the book before her but she ended up caught). She tried to get him to fit in, pointing out the problems and teaching him the rights and wrongs. Sure, she had to put up with him from time-to-time and Pure Vanilla had trouble trying to behave himself, but she tried to help him get rid of those "bad habits." After a while the two became really good friends (alongside the other Heroes), even when Pure Vanilla founded the Vanilla Kingdom!

Unfortunately, as years passed, Pure Vanilla went on to discover more about the Beasts, and finally realized why he was the odd one out his whole life... And ultimately, the realization corrupted him into the new Shadow Milk Cookie.

As Wilted Vanilla, he has since cut ties with a lot of the Heroes and refuses to read any letters from them or hear from any messengers, but he only makes White Lily the exception to a small extent. He is too far gone to go back to how things were, but it's nice to hear from her... when she isn't trying to get him to come back to his sense, of course. Even then, White Lily just wants the old Pure Vanilla back...

Yet it's already too late.

#shush it asher #Born Evil AU #Enjoy the angst y'all!

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sporadicthingcollection · 6 months

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Would You Rather...?: Part 2/2 (LA!Buggy the Clown x F!Reader)

Summary: In which you make an occupational switch, and a clown grows covetous. In other words, a different sort of romance dawn. Prequel to "Kiss, Marry, Kill." Pairing: LA!Buggy the Clown x F!Reader Rating: General. Word Count: ~4k Warnings: Reference to past abuse, teeth, canon typical violence.

A/N: Special thanks to @lavalampskyy for helping me with a word because I had like three different thesaurus websites open and a pair of English grad students trying to help me and we came up with nuthin'.

Part 2: Entrance of the Gladiators

You go left. Luffy goes right. You reach the end of the tether and both get knocked off your feet. It’s a miracle that the lion swipes and misses. You pick Luffy up by his underarms. You both run.

A minute or two passes like this, the world’s most dangerous game of keep away. It ends when the lion pins you to the ground and gives you a long, hard lick up your body. It’s like using sandpaper as a towel.

Tipping your head back, you see the clown on his throne, sprawling and smiling and cackling at your misfortune as he twirls Luffy’s hat. An emperor in his colosseum.

You hate this fucking guy. You could get over there and punch his lights out, but that would require outrunning a lion and his “freaks,” something you doubt you could pull off tied to Luffy.

The kid in question shouts your name. "Cover your eyes!"

You do so, peeking through your fingers. He throws a handful of sand in the lion’s eyes. It roars and paws at its face, releasing you from your pin.

Luffy tugs you towards a crate and you both skid behind it. Sitting on your haunches, you catch your breath.

He gives a weak smile, only to flinch and touch his arm. Blood leaks from a ragged cut, but it doesn't look too deep.

You reach into your bag and pull out your roll of gauze, quickly wrapping him up. He opens his mouth to protest, but you’ve tied off the knot before he can say a word.

“You’re really good at that,” he says.

“You're not the first guy I've patched up under fire,” you say as you rip the strip from the roll. "The lion's a new one, though." You roll up your sleeves, sliding the shackle up your arm--

Hold on. Slides? That thing was stuck fast... When it wasn't covered in sour-smelling drool. Your stomach churns, but right now, you'll take every small blessing you can get.

Luffy notices as well. With a hard yank, he slips the shackle off your wrist.

You spare a smile for him. "Try yours."

"Already did." He tugs the shackle. Nothing. "They glued me in or something."

Great. Fantastic. Now what? And what the hell is that smell? Smells like rotten eggs. Must have been the lion’s breakfast. “So what are we gonna do?”

He shrugs and smiles at you. “We’ll figure it out. Remember what I was telling you Shanks always said?”

You like this kid, but you really wanna pop him in the mouth. You can’t non-violence some sense into a lion--

Wait a tick. Mouth. That’s halitosis you’ve been smelling. You've long since lost count of how many sailors would come into sick bay complaining of bad breath and you’d lecture them about brushing every day as you yanked out their rotten...

You reach inside your satchel. As expected, the sharp toys are gone — knives, razors, scissors -- but the blunt instruments remain. Combs, picks, rubbing alcohol, and…

A-ha.

“I have an idea,” you whisper. “Can you get that thing’s mouth open?”

“Probably. Why?”

You hold up your pair of pliers. “Ever had a cavity?”

The lion sweeps its paw through the crate, smashing it to splinters.

You dive to the right and skid to your feet. You watch as Luffy swings up onto the lion’s back, wielding the shackles like a pair of reins. He tries to get the rope into its mouth, but with a toss of its head, the beast throws him forward and over its snout like a bull bucks a rodeo rider. He holds on tight, but the rope snaps. He hits the ground hard and doesn’t move.

Maternal instinct kicks in. You grab him tight and yank him away from the lion's jaws just as they snap shut. You throw him behind you and hear him scramble away.

The lion’s eyes follow him, but you kiss the air. “Here, kitty kitty kitty,” you sing-song. You flap your arms and make yourself as enticing as possible. “C’mere, puss puss puss.”

The lion stalks towards you. You jump forward and yank his whiskers, hoping to catch him by surprise.

He hisses and swipes at you. You jump backwards just in time. His gaze drifts towards Luffy again, so you flap your arms harder.

“Pss pss pss. C'mon, kitty kitty kitty. Best you got? King of the jungle, my ass.” Trash-talking a lion. This day keeps getting stranger. “Your mane is raggedy and your breath stinks.”

In the corner of your eye, Luffy moves strangely. Like a cat about to throw up all over the rug you just had cleaned.

Another swipe. You narrowly dodge this one. “Better get back on the ‘nip. You fight like shit when you’re sober.” The lion growls. “Ooh, sore spot?”

It must be, because this swipe connects. Pow. Right in the kisser, right in the gut, right in the everything. You’re launched clear across the ring, slamming into the lip that separates it from the ground. Something cracks and you hope it wasn’t your back.

You can’t move as the lion bears down upon you. Claws dig into your skin. Rotten breath hits your face. He opens his mouth to take a bite...

...only to squeal in pain. You open your eyes.

Luffy stands between you and the lion, holding tight to the golden tube he’s jammed into its jaws. It roars and tries to move, but like a bit in a horse's mouth, Luffy holds him steady.

“Go!” he shouts.

You snatch up your pliers and scramble to your feet. You stick your head in as much as you can and almost choke on the rancid breath, but there, a few rows back, is a bloody, stinky tooth.

You say a little prayer, grab it with your pliers, and yank harder than you've ever yanked before.

Luffy struggles to keep him still, face turned red from exertion. You put your foot on its jaw to pull harder. The lion screams and thrashes.

Nothing gives. Teeth cut into your arms. Spittle hits your face. A rough tongue scratches your hand. But you hold on tight. What choice do you have?

Scklch.

You go flying backwards so hard you somersault over the edge of the ring and into the dust below. You lay there a moment, head where your ass ought to be, admiring the shooting stars zipping around.

A fuzzy silhouette peers over the edge. Luffy grabs your arm and helps you upright. “Are you okay?”

A pained grunt is all you manage. You’re gripping the pliers so hard your knuckles are about to burst.

But, pinched between the grips, dripping with blood, pus, and saliva, is a big, sharp, rot-blackened tooth.

With a mighty shake of his head, the lion spits the map tube out. He grumbles and paws at his mouth a few times, then licks his chops as he stalks towards you.

You grab Luffy’s hand. Just in case.

The lion looks between the two of you, blinking slowly. He headbutts Luffy so hard the kid almost falls over. He tries the same to you, but you're able to keep your balance. His muzzle is quite soft.

He hops out of the ring. With a big stretch and a rumbly yawn, he flops to the ground, rattling the entire structure. Save for the rise and fall of his flanks, he moves no more.

All is quiet. Just the buzzing in your ears, the sound of Luffy’s breath, and the gentle snore of a sleeping lion.

You look at Luffy. Luffy looks at you.

It hits you both at the same time. His eyes light up and a grin splits his face right in half. You imagine you’ve got a similar expression.

With a mighty whoop, he jumps into your arms. You hug him tighter than you’ve ever hugged anyone in your life.

And the crowd actually, unironically, spontaneously, goes wild.

---

Buggy cannot fucking believe what he’s seeing. Or hearing. This is a hallucination. He mixed the Buggy Ball gas a bit too strong and accidentally hotboxed the tent or he’s getting a contact high or something.

Not only did you and Rubber Boy tame a lion -- a goddamn lion! -- you’re actually getting cheers. Real, genuine cheers. The clapping is spontaneous. The whistles are real. It’s an honest to God standing ovation.

Sweat, blood, and spit stain your tattered clothes. What hair isn't plastered to your face hangs limp. Your shoulders heave up and down and your legs wobble.

And despite it all, a grin adorns your face. You put one hand to your ear and curl the fingers of the other. On command, the cheers get louder. You blow exaggerated kisses this way and that.

A stray one hits him right between the eyes and, for the briefest moment, Buggy’s rage ebbs.

Like a desperate mother, you were prepared to give your own life to save your little friend. Pathos.

With the odds stacked against you, you yanked victory from the putrid jaws of defeat. Catharsis.

And then your mighty foe, now docile as a lap cat, flopped down to take a nap. Bathos.

A flawless performance if ever there was one. He couldn’t have done better himself.

And now the leading lady basks in the adoration of her audience. You glow in the spotlight, all pearly smiles and twinkling eyes and triumphant poses.

His stomach ties itself in the same greedy knot it always does when he sees treasure.

It's not fair. You're stuck in adrab uniform running around with some nobodies when you should be draped in wild colors, face painted to accentuate that glorious smile. You should be wielding a baton, directing the flow of the performance and the attention of the crowd. You should get an encore every morning and a curtain call every night.

No, you deserve even better. You should be gracing every marquee of every Marine base right alongside him. A flashy femme fool. A jester ingénue. A Columbina costar for his Harlequin headliner.

Queen of the ring. Queen of the carnival. Queen of the Pirates.

You dump a bottle of something onto Rubber Boy's wrist and he pulls off his Seastone shackle. He crushes the brittle material under his feet. Grinning, you slap the lion’s tooth into his hand and raise it like a boxer would a champion belt.

The crowd is too loud to hear your voice, but he reads your lips just fine. My captain! you say.

And like a tsunami slamming into the shore, his rage returns. He whips the straw hat aside.

“Stop!” he roars, jumping to his feet. “Stop everything!”

Nothing stops. The noise is too great.

He looks around. Where is his crew? Where's Cabaji? Why aren’t they listening? Why isn’t anyone listening?

"Stop it!" he shrieks.

He's lost control. Everything's off script. This isn't good. Where are his freaks? Where's the redhead? Where’s the bounty hunter?

But then he sees it. Glittering on the ground, forgotten in the dust, lies a golden, spittle-soaked tube. His map.

He launches his fists forward: one for Rubber Boy’s stomach and one for your collar.

They collide and they collide hard. Rubber Boy gets knocked off his feet and you shriek as you're lifted into the air. He tightens his grip on you as he recalls the other hand.

He vaults off of his throne and into the ring. He snatches up the map, only to see the bounty hunter bearing down on him.

He grins and hops to his feet. "Take a swing, big guy. Lemme see what you got."

The bounty hunter does just that. Buggy separates cleanly and pops himself back together. The bounty hunter swings again with similar results. He wonders what the kid expected to happen, but seeing the look on his face was totally worth the lost moments.

Buggy cackles. He tosses the map aside for now. "Surprise, shithead!"

He separates himself into a storm of fists and feet, a hurricane of a human body. Something hard hits the hand gripping you, and he turns to see the redhead slamming it with her quarterstaff. He releases his grip to sucker punch her in the gut and shove you into Rubber Boy, who has somehow retrieved his hat. The redhead tumbles over the far side of the ring and you crash into Shanks Junior like a ball hitting bowling pins.

The bounty hunter is easy. One good sustained kick and he's pushed against the lion's crate all the way to the edge. The wood splinters under him with a mighty crunch as he tumbles out of the ring.

The storm abates as he pulls himself together. With a roll of his neck, he turns his attention to you and Rubber Boy. You’re helping him to his feet. How gallant of you.

"Would ya look at that. Guess Richie won't be getting his lunch today," he quips.

As soon as he speaks, you whirl around. You scowl and hold your fists in front of you. "Pick on someone your own age."

He laughs. Do you really think you sound tough like that? You're nothing but an angry kitten. A bristling toothbrush. A posturing weakling.

...If that statement is true, though, you're also looking pretty good for your age.

You rush him. You throw one punch, then another. He catches your wrists and wrenches your elbows, making you cry out. The sound pierces his core, makes him pity you for a brief moment, but then you crash your forehead into his nose.

With a growl, he wrenches even harder. Something pops and you scream. He relishes this one.

"Shame to destroy such a gorgeous face," he purrs. "Perhaps I'll flay you. Turn it into a pretty little mask--"

Something else pops, bringing with it a pinch of pain and a sliding sensation. He looks down to see Rubber Boy's fist snapping backwards and a cylinder of his gut floating somewhere behind him.

With a wink and a tongue click, Buggy pulls the cylinder back.

To the kid's credit, he shows no fear. He adjusts his hat and looks him dead in the eyes. "You can throw me to the lions and I'll let it slide," he says, "but don't you ever threaten my friends."

He throws you straight out of the ring and into the audience, paying no attention to the crashes and screams. All he cares about right now is little Shanks Junior over there.

"So you want to die first," he says. "Be my guest."

He pulls his knives from his belt, one for each finger gap. He separates his body, one segment at a time. Some pieces go whirling around him, the others he throws into a spin with a windup that would make a pitcher jealous.

"Chop Chop Cannon!"

---

You do not have a weapon. You punch things. You box your way to victory.

So when you stumble back into the fray and hear Luffy holler "the crates!" at you and Nami, this means you have to catch these floating body parts being flung towards you with your bare hands.

Pectoral. Shoulder blade. Calf. All thrown into the nearest box, crate, or barrel. Upper arm. Lower arm. Thigh.

Actually, that last one may have been a buttcheek. You wonder if that counts as reaching second base.

One by one, piece by piece, the Genius Jester is cut down to size. In minutes, he's nothing more than a head, hands, and feet. The world's ugliest potato figure.

He lets out a few impotent curses, a few pathetic attempts at preserving his bravado. You feel bad for him in a 'sucks to suck' way.

You haul yourself back up into the ring just as Luffy reels back a double-barrelled punch. Buggy tries to skitter away, begging for mercy, but you place your foot on top of his head, holding him still like you would the ball in a game of footie.

He gives you a pleading look. You wink and click your tongue.

"Gum Gum Ba-zoo-ka!"

His arms snap forward and the little clown goes flying up, up, up through the air, straight through the tent fabric, and into the wild blue yonder.

The sunlight hurts to stare at, but you look just to be sure the clown doesn’t sprout wings and come flying back. That would be just your luck.

But he does not.

You look at Luffy. Luffy looks at you. You flash him a wide grin and he returns it threefold.

And then he flinches, clutching his arm. You rush over, already pulling out your rubbing alcohol. “Give it here.”

It’s quick work. The worst was that gash, but that’s clotted up. Everything else is bruises and scratches. You wrap them up just to be sure.

From his pocket, he pulls out the lion’s tooth. He examines it while you bandage his arm. “That was good thinking,” he says.

You shrug. “I figured we didn’t have much to lose.”

“Still.” He twirls it between his fingers. “I’m glad you’re part of my crew.”

You pause a little bit. “It doesn’t bother you that I’m a Marine?”

He looks at you like you grew a second head. Wouldn’t be the craziest thing to have happened today. “You said you deserted. Just don't go back and it's fine.”

“You barely know me. I've got secrets. I could be war criminal. Or maybe a runaway princess.”

He blinks at you. “Why would that matter?”

He says it so earnestly that you almost drop the gauze. You look him right in the eyes. They're deep as the sea and shallow as a pond all at once. Not a single thought behind those wide, wondering eyes, honest as a child’s.

“You saved us twice. Three if you count Shells Town," Luffy says. "That's enough for me.”

Hearing that makes you feel about ten kilos lighter. “Thanks, kid.”

He smiles at first, but then gives you a stern look. He levels a finger at you. “That’s Captain to you.”

You can’t help but laugh. “My apologies. Thanks, Captain Kid.”

The smile returns. He holds the tooth out to you. “Here.”

You shake your head. “Captain gets first pick of the booty.”

“I already pick the map. Take it.” He pokes your shoulder with it -- the same one that got licked -- making you hiss. “Sorry.”

Well, if he insists. “Slip it in my bag. I’ll do something cool with it later.”

He does so. It clacks against the bottles on the way down.

Nami and Zoro are far less worse for wear. They scoop up the map and free the citizens and lead them into the light. You consider waking the lion up, but it’s probably better to let sleeping cats lie.

As you let the flap fall behind you, Luffy turns. “So the wedding’s off?” he asks, walking backwards.

Wedding? What-- oh.

You open your mouth to speak, but Nami beats you to it. “The what?”

“The wedding.” Luffy blinks. “Didn’t Booby say you were getting married? Right after he kissed you.”

“Buggy,” you say automatically. You're not going to forget that name anytime soon. Your stomach does a weird... twist. It’s not nausea but it’s not pleasant, either.

Nami gives you a high-browed, wide-eyed look. She glances between you and Luffy. “You know what? I don’t wanna know.”

She joins Zoro. You just shake your head and throw your arm around Luffy’s shoulder.

“A lady doesn't just go around accepting marriage proposals on the first date,” you say. You speak from experience. "She's gotta have standards."

He tips his head in that puppy-like way. “Like what?"

“Not feed me to a lion, first of all. At least buy me a drink before a pussy gets involved.”

Nami’s head whirls around so fast you swear you hear a whip crack. Luffy nods like a loyal apostle receiving wisdom. You give her an empty grin.

As you walk, you can’t help but wonder where the clown ended up. In a weird, probably trauma-driven way, you hope he’s... well, maybe not alright, but maybe he’ll think about what he’s done.

Axe-Hand Moron. Heh.

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Buggy thinks about a lot of things as he hops his way back to the tent. Mostly about how he's going to use half of you little fuckers to chum the waters to attract sharks to feed the other half to.

His murderous plans get more specific as enters the tent and sees the carnage you've wrought. His tent, ripped. His risers, shattered. His goons, dead or missing. His lion, trying to bat him around like a cat toy. A punch in the nose makes him slink off.

First, he'll drown Rubber Boy. Throw him in a sack and toss him in the ocean, no cement shoes required. Then he'll use the bounty hunter for target practice for when he finally decides to take up axe-throwing.

As he rebuilds himself, one crate at a time, his thoughts turn to the ladies.

He could probably put the redhead to work as a cigarette girl. Or stick her in a kissing booth. Make her think she'll be kept alive and just when she thinks she's home free... Snckt. Off with her head.

But what to do with you. You, you, you. Mysterious, maddening you. You, who made his mouth start writing stupid checks. You, who made his heart flutter without even showing a hint of forbidden skin. You, who stole his spotlight in such a flashy way that he couldn't even be mad about it at first.

Who are you? What are you? What kind of sea witch magic are you working that's got him all in a tizzy like this?

He's getting huffy just thinking about it. The thudding of his heart helps him find his upper chest.

As he sticks his thighs back on, a ray of inspiration strikes him.

He'll play the long con. Drape you in velvet. Drown you in jewels. Drench you in so much gold, it will drip off of you like water down a windowpane.

You’ll fuss. You’ll fight. Might even try to kill him. But he'll keep you by his side. Tell you sweet things. Make promises. Play the part of the hopeless love interest.

And he'll get under your skin. It'll start to work. You'll start harboring feelings you'll be too proud to act on.

And by the time he's king of the seas, king of the world, King of the Pirates... You'll have fallen desperately in love with him. You'll make a grand confession. You'll bare your very heart and soul to him. You'll beg him to take you in his arms and kiss you like he did in Orange Town.

And he'll tip your chin up, look you in the eyes, and tell you he doesn't give a damn.

Oh, how he'll savor those bitter, bitter tears and your distraught wails. He'll watch with glee as you throw yourself overboard in desolation, only to fish you out. He'll lock you in an ivory tower with everything you could ever want or need.

Everything except him.

He grins manically to himself as he slaps on his shin. But first thing's first: taking out the competition.

"Wait 'til I get my hands on that rubber-hose little runt,” he growls, hopping on one foot to retrieve his final piece. "No one makes a fool of Buggy the Clown…!"

Not him. Not anyone.

And certainly not you.

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Round and round

With love we'll find a way, just give it time

Round and round

What comes around goes around...

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