#weather report fanfic

[gay-dorito-dust]

How about some dating headcanons for Weather Report?

A/n: ugh this was kinda shit but whatever, I tried to be as in character as possible but probs gotten more occ as I went along.

Being forcefully dragged into the ghost room by the likes of Emporio or Joylene where you met Weather Report was the catalyst of your relationship believe it or not.

Intimidated by him at first you soon learnt that Weather was in fact a sweetheart for a man of few words. For starters his habit of standing on his tippy toes was absolutely adorable to you yet you sometimes wondered how he could stand on them for so long without straining a muscle or otherwise. His piercing blue eyes whilst seemingly all knowing were also as unbearably lost due to his amnesia. So whenever he rested he head against your shoulder or within you lap as your laying down, peering up at you like a cat awaiting long overdue affection, you found yourself caving quite quickly to his silent demands of your love.

His love languages would be quality time and slight physical touch, though the second one was more or less behind closed doors rather then explicitly in public. Such as snuggling up against one another in the Ghost Room where’d you listen intently as he read novels with his deep, baritone voice, sending you adrift in sleep in a matter of seconds. Not that he’s ashamed or anything but more so out of his concern that it would disrupt your comfortability; he has a tendency to put your well being and safety before his own which you feared would become his Achilles heel

Weather reassured those worries with hushed sweet words and reassuring squeezes all the while remaining firm eye contact with you as if trying to convey his every emotion into them so you’d understand that if he were to die knowing he had succeeded in protecting you from harm, he’d be happy to subsume to his wounds.

Obviously not getting the point of your concerns, you’d lightly smack his bicep telling him that wasn’t what you meant before going into a tangent on who was gonna read TV guides with you and such. All the while not noticing how his stormy blue eyes seemed to lighten in colour and a smile spread across his lips the longer you went on, touched at the impact his presence had on you during a short amount of time into dating him.

He’s protective, insanely so when it comes to you that anyone he believes poses a threat to your safety is being glared down as he walks besides you, placing a arm by your side, drawing you into his side all without letting his eyes leave the person for a single second. It may or may not also be an excuse for him to hold you so closely under the eyes of other inmates, will he admit to it? Yeah just solely for the fact that he’d watch your expression change into a flustered one within a blink of an eye.

Touch starved to hell and back so at first when you laid a hand against his shoulder or brush up against his side, he stiffens like stone before relaxing into it until sooner or later he craves it like a drug and would find and matriculate ways where he’d be able to feel your touch once more. He’s slick with it but you’d always tell him that he doesn’t have to put such effort for something he could’ve just asked for but Weather likes the reaction they get.

During times of stress you always knew you could count on Weather to bring you back to reality. It pains him to see you so lost in hard times, feeling as though you were being pushed closer to the edge by your own two hands and in times like these weather would take you to a less populated room and just hold you against his chest, allowing you to hear his heart as he held your hand against his chest to remind you that he was there to brave this with you before pressing kisses into your skin.

He has a way with words i believe that I wouldn’t put it past him to write cute little well written letters and get them to you somehow. They would consist of things that reminded the man of you, right down to the littlest detail, and how he longed to hold you in his arms as you both drift off to sleep within each other’s presence after particularly rough moments, that left you a little more loved with each and every re-read.

Don’t contradict me but I firmly believe that he smells like how grass would smell after rain with some hints of natural musk. It’s relaxing that when in a sleepy mood you would cling to him, head buried deep into his neck as you breathed him in slowly to linger on this feeling for as long as you could before you were forced to separate.

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[brightgoat]

[ Standverse AU ] [ Act 1. 6.]

The Stands catch up with one another

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[nodutra19]

You ever think about how much Stone Ocean is about the dead, ghosts, and the past? Burning Down the House, Under World, and Limp Bizkit resurrect phantomic and ephemeral, flickering visions of the past, be it immolated structures, events from long ago, or actual people in some bastardized resurrection. They live in some brief simulacrum of the past.

White Snake literally codifies abilities and the past, and the arrow pierced Pucci upon Perla's death and that's when he began to brood on the past and the question of: How and why do we meet people? We see DIO only in flashbacks, and it's Pucci's recollections.

CDs are meant to be played over and over again, and so Pucci is stuck in the past because he's petrified of the unknowability of the future, hence his definition of DIO's definition of "heaven."

Weather Report itself cannot actually create new weather, it can only repeat and remix past phenomena to create something new, but all it is is mimicry of what's already happened.

I dunno how much of this Araki intended, but it's something I picked up on as I wrote Word Remain and as I'm writing Hollow Boy Theory. I guess making obsessive fan works makes you notice things, and maybe some aren't even there.

#jjba part 6 #Jjba #jojos bizarre adventure part 6 #stone ocean #jojo stone ocean #jolyne cujoh #narciso anasui #weather report jjba #enrico pucci #jotaro kujo #emporio alniño #foo fighters #jojo fanfic #emporio alnino

[tonberry-yoda]

Hello, it's me (Adele Style) aaa could I please request Weather Report with a S/O that loves stealing his hat? Like they think it's so fluffy and djdjdjsj🖤😭 thank you sm sm

Weather Report with an s/o who loves stealing his hat

notes - OMG THIS IDEA IS SO CUTE LIKE FR literally I couldn't help but do this it's so darn cute. Thanks for the request! ILY <3333

okay honestly when you started doing this he was a little annoyed

like he would just roll his eyes and snatch his hat back because that's his hat that he loves very dearly

except he starts hiding from you that he actually really likes it

you do it to him almost every day and that really makes him smile for the day, knowing that you'll always come back and do that

one day, after you think you annoyed him too much, you stop taking his hat

he gets a little concerned and asks if you're okay, which to that you say yes

he just tilts his head and puts his hat on your head

"I thought you didn't like me doing that" you teased

to which brought you a kiss on the cheek and him softly whispering that he loved when you did that before taking his hat back and walking away leaving you all flustered lolol

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[loudrunawaydonut]

Weather report x reader | [nsfw]

Warning⚠️:Somnophilia(m! received),oral(m!receiving),soft sex to rough sex,hickeys,size kink,clothed sex,kind of ooc Weather,couch sex

(Note:this is my first fanfic and try my best to make my writing better so hopefully you will like this one)

Now it's just you and Weather were the only two in the music room since Anasui and Emporio were going somewhere,you saw Weathers sleeping body in the couch while you trying to get out in music room.

Once you were gonna leave,it feels like you wanted your body to have a pleasure and you couldn't take it anymore so instead you didn't leave and to to the couch where Weather is sleeping.

You were quietly crouching on him and now sitting on his lap while you're checking if he's still sleeping so you can do your job,which makes it worse that his body is too large for you.

Now since you're on his lap,you try to take of his pants a bit to see his massive boner which made your face in sweat and deepen red.

You start to use your mouth and tounge to suck and lick his massive cock but your jaw start to hurt a bit since it's too big to be fitted in your mouth.

Instead of sucking it you just use your hands to hold his boner to see how hard it is so it will be easier for you to test his cock before you're gonna enter it to your needy hole

While doing it he starts to make a small groaning sound which make you stop and try not to make a move for a minute.

After staying on your position for a minute you were now trying to put your pants down in your knees and remove your jacket so you can be in your clothed sex.

You try to tease his cock into your clit to test if it will fit but it's a bit too large for you to put it in,since it's a bit too large to fit inside,you try to put it in quickly which left your mouth a small whining sound.

After you put it in,you saw Weather start to move a bit which make you stop again but you didn't pull it out yet since it's not enough for you to feel the pleasure.

Now you were riding him slowly to avoid Weather woken up and end up getting caught.

"W-Weather..." you whispers while riding him "I'm sorry I couldn't take it anymore~" you whine but this time it becomes a bit louder as you put one of your hand on his.

While you're riding him slowly you were now trying to adjust it a bit to prevent the pain but you felt that a one large hand grabs your waist.

Not realizing that Weather is finally awake,you gasped loudly as he deepen the thrust which made you chokely moan quietly.

"You know I've been waiting for this.."

He said giving you a weak small smile "I've been waiting to fuck you." His words made you froze as he stood up a bit and pushed you in the couch so he can climb on the top of you

You were holding his shoulders for support while his hand was on your waist and other one is in your ass."W-wait Weather!" You shout and groan at the same time when weather still thrust on you slowly but deep.

"What is it?"he asked as he remove his hand in your waist to hold your jaw while his thumb touching your lips."Tell me what you want and I'll grant it"he gives you a grin as he still thrusting your core

"I-I needed you to fill inside of me~" you said while moaning as he still fucking you slowly and yet too deep.

As he heard your words,his face become a cheeky grin and put his hand in your waist again."Then don't tell me to stop because I'm gonna fuck you until I fill my cum inside of you." He said as he start thrusting on you roughly which made you moan even louder.

After few hours later,he was still pounding on you harder and you feel like you were about to cum."Weather I-Im about to cu-" Weather cutted you off as he smashed his lips into yours passionately and pull it out for few second.

"Then cum,you weren't the only one." he whispers into your neck before bite and suck it giving it a hickeys or marks making you moan even louder as he thrust on you even harder.

And finally you released your cum as Weather fills his seeds inside of you and pull it out to carry you in his arms.

While Weather is holding you in his arms,you wanted to move so you can fix your clothes but you couldn't since his cum was leaking inside of you and felt tired.

You were about to sleep on his arms but you hear a footsteps coming in the music room realizing that Anasui and Emporio is finally back.

"Hey guys were ba-"

Emporio cutted himself off and his expression turns into a stunned as he saw two of you were in the couch but Anasui cover both of his eyes.

"What the hell were both of you doing in the couch at the whole time?! I know that the couch didn't get a mess but still get a damn room next time"Anasui shouts to both of you as his face turns into frustered.

You tried to cover your face with one hand as you feel embarrassed on getting caught fucking in the couch and Weather start patting your head to make you less embarrassed.

#jjba smut #jjba fanfic #jjba weather report #weather report smut #jjba #jjba stone ocean #jjba part 6 #weather report x reader #weather reporf x reader smut

[denako]

🧚‍♂️If you decide to read this i do not guaranteed that youll get out of it brain damage free🧚‍♂️

Aka the worst thing I've ever wrote

:)

This is jotawes for those 5 people that ship it, also theres a "smutty" scene but written in the most nonsexy way possible

Also i wrote this 3 years ago so... Yeah

A love story i guess

"Hey dade!!!" Yelled jelen, the music was way too loud, she couldnt even hear her own thoughts.

"Oh! Hey Joleane, whats updog??"

"Not much, whachu doin here?" She asked. Not even knowing why she was speaking with her father in the first place.

"Chillin', but i was thinking bout goin home, an old fart like me has no rights to be at a party full of young horny people! Thats against the rules." He said sounding older than ever.

"Gonna take weather with me doe, hes old too. im afraid his old crusty bones will fall apart if he isnt careful enough" Joutaro added.

"Oh" exclaimed Jelean, a sour face painted on her face 👀🦷🦷😈.

"Ok den!!"

"You sound like you want me gone daughter!!" Jorato said with a bitter tone😠😠.

"NO FATHER i would never do such a thing, i am also afraid that your old bones will fall apart."

"Ok then, enjoy the rest of the party"

"Ok"

JOTERO left with weather report to do old man stuff at his home. JOLENA was glad that her old man was taking care of himself, she really wouldnt want to clean up his crusty dusty musty bones if he died.

Jolenaen continued being gay and dancing to the trash music playing on the speakers..

But then out of nowhere a group of girlies swarmed her. They were everywhere clawing at her like cats claw de... The thing... What do u call it?... The thing on the window.

IT DOESN'T MATTER OK.

She did not understand what was going on. When a group of girlies swarm her like this, they usually want to get closer to her. But not now. They were asking questions about her father.

What

They were asking for his number and stuff. She didnt know why as she didnt have the dilf eye. .

(The dilf e)

She shooed them away, there was no way she was going to give them the number of her gayass father. (She did not know he was a gayass)

She was going furious as some of the girliepops returned trying their luck again. But to no avail. Jolena was very stubborn and was not planning on leaking the personal details of her fathers credit card number to some random lady.

She then went and commited a few war crimes, just to spice up the night. She was now wanted in 13 European countries.

But then the girliers returned, she had no way to fight them and she succumbed to their voices squeaking like the goddamn rubber chickens.

Back at jootas house he was hitting that evil vvizard vveed with wes "weather report" bluemarine.

(Pictr of evil vvizard vveed)

They were both fucked up on the vveed. If jolana figured out he was doing this behind her back she would probably take and crumple him like a piece of paper. Then smoke him like he was doing with the vveed right now.

Out of nowhere Wes said " hey džotaro my dude, what about the funny... will we commit the funny today??"

"Oh, of course we will my evil vveather vvizard!"

There was silence for a moment, then joteroad continued "Thats why i took you here in the first place!"

"Ok then... So uh.. when will we start😳😳"

"How the fuck did you say that with your mouth?????"

Instead of an answer there was silence.

"Whatever... We will start once im done with this vveed"

"Ok then"

But unfortunately Jotroad was an extremely slow smoker, so finishing a single vveed took him about an hour.

In this time Wes smoked 7 vveeds.

He was so fucked up he could smell the colors.

"Ok im done😀"

Wes looked at him with his third eye 👁️.

Suddenly completely sober.

"Ok"

They started commiting the funny intercourse. It was very good and funny

.

They were... NAKED EWWWWW, but thats the harsh truth of commiting the funny crime.

"Oh yes my beloved, i am arriving" wes switched into being bri'ish for some reason.

Then he arrived.

The funny crime has been committed, they were now on an fbi watchlist.

Wes collapsed on the very moist joterod. He had no more energy. Very tired boy he was now.

They were laying on the couch in the living room, but jerotad didnt see any problem with this. He forgor 💀 that Jolenan actually lives with him, after being kicked out out of her previous home, because they found that saint jesus vveed in her apartment.

But still, she was probably gonna end up sleeping over at one of her gay ass friends house.

But THEN... OUT OF NOWHERE SHE BURSTS THROUGH THE DOOR

OH FUCK

ALL OF THEM PANIC, joleaned starts scratching her eyes out and screeching at the top of her lungs as he accidentally saw weathers naked dusty ass.

"WHAT THE FUXK DAD{€¶€÷{`{€" SHE YELLS.

"Fucking dont look then bitch" Joteroded calmed down really fast because he was still high from that vvizard vveed.

" I fucking cant see now, i have no eyes" jolanda yells as she holds her eyes in her palms like that dude from pans labyrinth.

"Sucks to suck" says wes, his ass still completely naked and crusty

"Yeah and go sleep večerníček is already over"

"Of course papà" jolened leaves like the very obedient child she is.

"Very well then" retorts wes

"娘指ェ州の時期日起再去拿" says joterodesad and then they both fall asleep.

Jolene ends up screaming the entire night 😊😊.

The end🌈

Hope you didn't enjoy👴

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[athanoraa]

here's my fic for The Wonderful World Zine!! i had lots of fun writing this, even though i kept getting sick over and over again :')

go check out the full pdf and downloadable merch here!! everyone worked so hard to create such wonderful pieces :))

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[screw-you-calroy23]

Jojo part 6 spoilers

I desperately need a fic that follows the gang post-made in heaven where they’re all on  a road trip. If anyone knows a fic like that please let me know

#jojo #jojo part 6 #fanfic #anakiss #jjba jolyne #jjba part 6 #still pretty new to tumblr so sorry if I don't tag properly or smth #jjba #stone ocean #hermes costello #emporio armani #weather report #fic request #irene kujo

[pipartuuli]

2022 is closing out, so here's a roundup of the fics I did this year with links to AO3!

"Excruciating"

Pre-canon JJBA Vento Aureo | Hurt/Comfort, Slice of life

In which Abbacchio gets injured during a mission and suffers more from his teammates' doting nature than the injury itself.

...

"This Comfort of a Sort"

JJBA Vento Aureo | Hurt/Comfort | Content Warnings: Graphic injury

In which the Boss takes care of Doppio the best he can after his fight with Risotto.

...

"Road Trippin'"

Post-canon JJBA Stone Ocean AU | Slice of life, No one dies, Self-indulgent southern US Americana

 In which the crew takes a road trip.

...

"To Know All of the World's Unknowns"

Pre-Canon JJBA Vento Aureo | BruAbba-ish, Angst with a happy ending

In which Abbacchio reappears looking like hell after going missing for a few days, and Bucciarati hears him out. 

#jjba #vento aureo #stone ocean #fanfic #ao3 #bruno bucciarati #leone abbacchio #vinegar doppio #jolyne kujo #weather report #others too but those are the central characters

[artychaild]

Omg Arty back with da stocean content! He will not be stopped!!!

Anyway Stone Ocean found family! This (I believe) is officially my longest single-chapter fic so far, and I’m actually pretty proud of it! Reads comments kudos and shares would be super duper appreciated!

#Stone Ocean #Emporio Alnino #weather report #weather forecast #Narciso Anasui #jolyne cujoh #ermes costello #Foo Fighters #jjba fanfic #JJBA fic #My writing #my wriitng #Artychaild #found family

[mystipradis]

♡𓄹Stone Ocean

♡𓄹 theories

𖥔Razones de Enrico Pucci y su relación con Dio:

♡𓄹Headcanons

𖥔 Vacío por el momento

𖥔En constante modificación.𖥔

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[honeybleed]

baby come over ⋆ narciso anasui & weather report

content & warnings: mdni fem!reader, pucci and reader have unhealthy relationship dynamics, barely a threesome (voyeurism, vaginal fingering, cowgirl, thigh riding, male masturbation), anasui & weather kinda assholes

author’s note: shout out to king bey and virgo’s groove. pucci just seems unhinged bc he’s hellbent on executing dio’s plan and jolyne threw him off, the beginning with pucci seems a little suggestive but i guess imma go with asexual pucci.

word count: 4.7k

Your first impression of Enrico Pucci, the chaplain at Green Dolphin Street prison was wrong. How wrong you were. You kick yourself everyday.

And despite you now being a free woman, you were still in metaphoric shackles with him.

You were disillusioned with life. Your trial was a sham and quite honestly you saw no purpose for living anymore. That is until you had regular meetings with Father Pucci.

He seemed to be a kind and gentle man.

Noting your dark circles and fatigue, he let you take naps on the plush seating. Compared to the brick of a mattress in the cell, you felt as if you were sleeping on clouds.

He had brought you delicious treats and beverages to every meeting which were a far cry from the revolting slop that constituted as prison food.

You felt like a blushing schoolgirl with the ridiculous crush you had on him. The first thing anybody noted was how devastatingly handsome he was.

With his rich, deep skin, baritone voice, and towering height, it was no wonder your heart raced around him.

That is, until one day you came about ten minutes too early for your scheduled meeting.

You peeped through the small glass on the door and saw him talking to another inmate.

This truly was a crush, because you felt an immature and ridiculous pang of jealousy when you saw the female inmate slide her hand over his.

You couldn’t make out what they were saying, but Pucci seemed to be receptive to the inmate’s affections.

You turned on your heel to march off. You couldn’t believe this. Was he like this with everybody?

As you made your way back to the cell, you heard a scream and a loud thud causing you to freeze in your footsteps.

Silence.

It went against your better judgement but you rushed towards the glass window to investigate what had happened and your pupils blew open with alarm.

Father Pucci stood over the inmate breathing heavily, chest heaving as the corner of the desk was covered in blood and the woman was laying on the floor in an unnatural position.

Your hands flew over your mouth as the reality of what had just taken place.

It was him. It was Pucci who had injured that woman. She seemed to be stirring up from her dazed state after he had smashed her head.

His head whipped around and you locked eyes with him.

To say you were frightened would’ve been an understatement.

He was stalking towards the door after you quickly dropped to your knees to cower from the eerie glimmer in his eyes.

He swung open the door and you were on the floor, defenceless. You hated how weak you were at this very moment. Heart hammering against your chest so much you thought it would explode. Sweat trickled down your forehead and blood roared in your ears.

He said your name and you stared at him in horror, gripping the fabric of your jumpsuit.

“Father Pucci, please don’t hurt me..” You whimpered. Your voice would never be in such a pathetic and whiny tone, pleading for your life.

However, the way his eyes were fixated on you and the sanguine drops on his fist sucked out any chance of self-dignity.

“Why would I do that?” He said, voice still the gentle tone you had become accustomed to but horrifying all the same.

“Why did you hurt her?” You questioned, lips trembling.

“Hurt her? My dear, I never hurt her. I simply gave her a chance at a new life. See?” He responded, and the inmate who was previously strewn across the floor stood up, rubbing the back of her head.

“Now..” He said, turning his attention towards her with a beam. “You won’t fail me, will you?”

“No Father, I’ll do what you asked!” She responded to him, sounding so enthusiastic for somebody who had suffered such a brutal head injury from his hands.

You watched her walk away happily, in complete bewilderment and disbelief.

When she left, you immediately shot up to your feet to scramble away but within an instant, Pucci grabbed a fistful of your hair and dragged you towards him.

“Don’t you know it’s discourteous to skip appointments?” He stated, as he threw you onto the floor and slammed the door with such force the furniture in the room shook.

“Father, please. I won’t say anything just don’t hurt me..!” You wept, hands clasped together.

He suddenly grabbed your chin, tilting it so you could face him, and smiled.

“Where did you get the idea that I would ever hurt you, my darling? You were always my favorite.” He said, face so close his warm breath was tickling your ear which made you want to squirm away.

“So why did you smash her head?!” You cried out, frustrated with his mind games.

“Well. You could say if somebody doesn’t want to comply, I may have to be slightly forceful with my methods..”

You were still on the floor, leaning against the bottom of the couch.

That same couch the man in front of you had so graciously let you rest on.

“You see…I have no reason to be in such a pitiful wasteland like this. However, with how vile the staff is here, how they just let you do anything, I figured it would aid me in my plan.” He began. He snatched a long object from the desk.

Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion. Why was he holding an arrow of all things? It wasn’t a regular arrow either. It was long, and the arrowhead was golden with a beautiful pattern on it.

“My darling, you have two choices. You submit to me and assist me in my plan, or I will also slam your head against that desk. Do you understand?” He questioned.

An inability to speak took over you. You just…couldn’t.

You were ripped out of your daze as you suddenly felt hands wrap around your throat, almost in a way to stop your breathing.

You kicked your legs, flailed your arms around, and even tried to scratch his hands off in a desperate attempt to free yourself from his iron grip but it was no use.

“This will hurt but think of it as a sharp scratch. Okay?” He said as he drove you against the wall and plunged the arrow into the middle of your chest.

The pain was inconceivable. It was nothing you’d experienced in this lifetime and tears began to stream down your face as the agony tore through your body.

Pucci was still relentless with his grip on you. Your eyes were beginning to droop and you felt your body going limp, not able to withstand this torture.

“Now, now. Don’t give up on me just yet darling…” He said, his voice becoming further and further away as you were slipping out of consciousness. “I have great ambitions for you…”

“But…it hurts Father…” You mustered out, weakly.

“All great things in life come with some sort of sacrifice…” He said, gently as he supported your head from lolling to the side. And it was pitch black.

You woke up to the sound of the prison bars making such racket, you sat up.

“You’re free to go.” The officer said, voice almost automated.

“Why would I be…?” You questioned, eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “I have a three year sentence?”

“Just go.” He said, rather brashly.

You wandered out of the prison, in a state of confusion. The last thing you remember was Pucci’s drastic change, the arrow and his sinister smile.

That had been weeks ago. You were at the gas station since Pucci had yelled at you over the phone that those five were split up and escaped.

You rolled your eyes when you heard his barking. He was already insane but this news just seemed to drive him up the wall.

Life had been alright ever since your release. But something just didn’t feel right.

You reunited with Pucci earlier, he dropped by the motel your uncle owned. The man barely was in the state so he had entrusted it with you.

There wasn’t much to do apart from making sure the receptionist wasn’t slacking off and you didn’t give a shit if she was. The place was a dumpster fire.

Anyways, he had slid you five pictures. It was mugshots of…eccentric looking people to say the least.

You were sure you recognised the girl in the space buns and green lipstick since she was considered the trouble maker of the prison and was constantly locked away in solitary confinement.

The two males in the pictures caught your eye.

One with pink luscious tresses that flowed past his shoulders and plump lips. His feminine like beauty contrasted to his broad and toned physique.

The other man had the most piercing sapphire eyes you’d ever seen. With a white buffalo hat.

“Their aim is to destroy everything I’ve worked for. I can only achieve Heaven if these people are wiped out. Do you understand?” Pucci said, voice firm.

Another thing.

Since Pucci had awakened this power in you, you could never say no or disagree with him. It infuriated you. You were like his pet and you couldn’t bear it.

Nevertheless, you nodded and promised you would do everything in your power to get rid of them.

The sun beat down on your skin. Not in a pleasant way, as it felt humid and sticky.

You had sunglasses and you were thankful.

Because you were sure your eyes would’ve bulged out of their sockets when you realised the two men that Pucci showed you were stood at the gas station, loitering around and arguing amongst themselves.

You heard excerpts of their conversation. How they needed to get away and how somebody was probably looking for them.

Bingo.

“You guys lookin’ for a ride?” You called out, and they both instantly whipped their heads around to turn to you.

You didn’t miss the way the pink haired one’s eyes raked over your body.

“What’s in it for you?” He responded, voice harsh as he jutted his chin.

“Being a good Samaritan, that’s all.” You shrugged. “Unless you two gentlemen feel like scuttling around like rats from the feds all day.”

“How did you know?” The hat wearing one questioned, eyes slitting.

“Your friend is loud.” You replied. “So? Where you headed?”

The two just looked at each other. They barely had much options as escaped convicts as it is.

The pink haired one let out a heavy sigh.

“Where can we lay low?”

“My family own a motel just a few minutes from here. You and your buddy can shack up there then make a break for it when the cops head out.”

Weather just glared at you. All of this seemed entirely too convenient.

“If you’re so suspicious we could just restrain her with our stands, Weather.” Anasui hissed at him, then made his way towards you.

You opened the car door, and gestured for him to enter. It seemed as if Anasui had other plans, and just stood in front of you.

Though he was enamoured with Jolyne and would help her no matter what, there was just something about you.

“Like what you see?” You questioned, as his eyes seemed to be flickering from your lips then your chest.

He snorted, then got in the passenger seat. Weather begrudgingly followed and clambered into the backseat.

You let out a giggle, Weather’s demeanour reminiscent of a toddler.

As you drove, hands firmly on the wheel it was hard not to notice the way Weather’s eyes burned into the back of your head. Or how Anasui would just not stop staring at you.

“You mind telling me your names? Or are you both just gonna stare at me like a pig on a spitfire?” You finally spoke.

“He’s Weather. I’m Anasui.”

“Nice to meet you. Or not. Since I’m harboring escaped prisoners as of now.”

“You could at least tell us your name.” Anasui responded.

“I could care less about her name.” Weather interjected.

You rolled your eyes then told them your name. The heat was making you more irritable and Weather’s piss poor attitude was not helping in the slightest.

After minutes of deafening silence, you parked the car in the motel’s car park and turned off the engine.

You formulated the plan already, it seemed as if Anasui had already fallen for the bait. You’d coax him into letting his walls down, then use your new Stand ability to kill him.

Pucci entrusted you with this, and you knew if you failed he would dispose of you since you were no use to him.

There was one more thing you figured to do to really, really entice Anasui. And it came in the form of a swimming pool.

You didn’t miss the way he sweated and was reaching for bottles of water during the drive.

“I’m gonna go for a dip in the pool. I know the motel seems sorta crappy but the pool is nice. We keep it clean, even more than the rooms.” You snickered. “You guys are more than welcome to join me..” You said, with a wink.

Anasui seemed to perk up a little at your suggestion, while Weather seemed hellbent on being defiant.

As they departed from your car, and the receptionist you never bothered to learn the name of handed them their keys, you went to pick out the most skimpiest bikini you had.

If they weren’t gonna turn up, you would strangle them in their sleep with your stand. That was the backup plan.

You set yourself into the water. There were doubts in your mind. You never wanted to kill any of the five Pucci instructed you to. And one of them was a child for goodness sake.

How far were you willing to go for your freedom? Both of them were inmates, they probably would’ve been better off dead. A lie you told yourself to make you feel better about the sin you were about to commit.

You felt a presence of somebody hovering over you and was none other than Anasui.

To say that both of the men were hard to read was putting it lightly.

Dressing eccentric and they seemed as if they were aliens that were adjusting to Earth, failing miserably at that.

He still didn’t say anything, but he had stripped off the mesh top with footprint across it and brown cloth that covered his underwear.

He rocked it pretty well so you didn’t have any criticisms of his outfit, as bizarre as it looked.

Words were stuck in your throat as he lowered himself in the pool in nothing but the white underwear. Even his hat was off.

God, was he gorgeous.

Your eyes were stuck on how the rivulets of water trickled down his top half.

“Like what you see?” He asked in a teasing tone, eyebrow raised echoing your words from earlier.

You cleared your throat in an attempt to recompose yourself.

“It’s alright, nothing special.” You replied, with a smile peering up at him since he towered over you.

You began to swim away from him.

“You coulda asked for some swimming trunks you know.” You said, as you bobbed in the water.

“Would you have preferred if I went nude?” He chuckled.

“Maybe..” You trailed off as you sloshed the water towards him.

“Easy does it, not too much..” You thought to yourself.

“That could be arranged.” He responded.

You raised an eyebrow, swimming further and further away.

“What you serve time for, public indecency?” You giggled.

His face was unreadable as he eyed you then he snorted.

“Worse.” He said, lowly.

He was fast, because he was suddenly up against you, large hands grasping at your hips and nails digging into flesh.

“…Anasui.” You breathed out, shakily.

There was just something so overwhelmingly intense about his aura. Even when all he was doing was holding you in the pool, it was as if the wind had been knocked out of you.

Left hand still firmly planted on your skin, his right hand trailed up to cradle the side of your face. His thumb brushed over your lip, then slid into your mouth.

His eyes never left yours. You bit down on the tip of his thumb before he could slide it on your tongue. You felt lightheaded.

“Do it now. Now. Use your Stand to choke him.” The subservient side that lived to serve Pucci screamed. It was relentless.

You were lucky Pucci wasn’t here. He had this unfathomable hold over you ever since you had been pierced by that arrow.

You suddenly tore yourself from Anasui’s grip like some sort of scared animal. He didn’t react. He wasn���t shocked. God, was he strange.

The only sound was the cicadas, humming of the crappy lights and water still sloshing around.

Letting out a heavy sigh, you clambered out of the pool, snatching the towel and just gazed at Anasui, who still seemed undeterred.

“Get some rest, Anasui…you and your friend probably will need to make a break for it just before dawn if you really want to lay low.” You said, heading off.

You sat in the room, staring at the faded paint of the walls.

Pucci was going to end your life.

You were going to let them escape. You didn’t even know what this was. Pucci calls it heaven.

Your mind thinks back on the life you’ve lived. It was unimpressive to say the least. Ending up in jail for aggravated assault.

Only seeing the light of day again because you were nothing but a madman’s pawn.

You didn’t even need to guess who was at the door. You wondered why Weather or Anasui hadn’t called your bluff or at least interrogated you.

The two lofty men, stood side by side at the door. Knowing them for barely a day, they irritated you to no end.

They were just so tough to read.

“You wanted me to fuck you in that pool.” He said, deadpan.

“Hello to you too, Anasui.” You said, exasperated.

“Why didn’t you let me?” He asked, dragging his forefinger across your jaw. You turned your head away from him.

“Why’d you bring your buddy, is he your wingman?” You snorted at his brashness.

“I just wanted to know if you’re a threat. Seems like you’re just some easy broad who wants to spread open her legs.” Weather shrugged.

Your eyes blew open with shock at his statement.

“Fuck off, Weather.” You spat. “I cover for your ass and thi-HMPHHHH!"

You were immediately cut off by Weather crushing his lips against you and forcefully sliding his warm and wet tongue into your mouth as he walked you backwards into the room.

It was completely unexpected and the coil in your abdomen already began to wind up which irritated you to no end.

Anasui shut the door behind him, but he wasn’t pleased at Weather pouncing on you like that.

You were melting against Weather’s lips.

“Easy, babe…I like the eager ones…” He grinned as he devoured your lips once again, sucking your bottom lip.

Your eyebrows lowered as you were in complete shock. You thought he hated you. What was he doing? Clinging onto you as if you were going to run away.

You gasped when you felt yourself seized away from Weather’s grasp, flush against Anasui’s chest.

“Weather, you greedy fuck. I had her first.” Anasui snarled. You peered up at Anasui, head still spinning and eyes blown with a hazy lust as he gripped onto you.

He leaned in, craning in his neck way, way too close. To the point your lips were at touching distance.

“You wanted me first, didn’t you? You’re very easy to read..” He snickered, voice dropping an octave.

“Why do you think you were teasing me in that bikini, huh?” He said, sliding a finger underneath the strap of the bikini then pulling it to let it snap against you.

One long, slow stripe from Anasui’s tongue against your neck and you were finished. Common sense was out the window.

His eye contact and deep voice had you weak like never before.

You should’ve been ashamed at how easy you were folding. If it was anybody else, you would’ve kicked him in the nuts. But at that moment you didn’t care.

“I gotta hear you say something, baby…” Anasui murmured, taking your earlobe between his teeth. “You want this..?”

You nodded, a little too over enthusiastically. “…More than anything.” You replied, eyes fluttering.

“That’s my girl..” He grinned as he trailed kisses along your neck.

“What about me, huh? I’m supposed to just sit here and watch?” Weather grunted, as he slumped into the arm chair and rested his arms behind his head.

“Shut the fuck up, you’ll get your turn.” Anasui grunted as he yanked you to turn away from him. Hand on the nape of your neck. Back against his chest, ripping the fabric of the bikini.

“Maybe you’ll learn something, old man.”

“In your dreams.” Weather scoffed.

You would’ve never thought a man with pink locks and a mesh top would’ve been this dominating but you weren’t complaining.

Your back was arching against Anasui’s chiseled build. As he licked, suckled and bit all over your throat, neck, ears. His mouth was blazing. As if he wanted to consume you whole.

You felt his large hand caress your breast gentle at first, but as his movements elicited desperate moans from your lips, his touch became more and more demanding.

Suddenly he tore off your panties and suddenly tossed it towards Weather.

“Make do, then.” He grunted at him as he began to swipe two digits into your glistening entrance.

He then turned his attention towards you, nudging his forehead against yours as he had you on his thigh.

“I didn’t do much, y’know.” He said with a derisive snort. “And you’re already just gushing over my fingers. How needy are you?”

You tried to brush off his taunting. All you wanted was him to do something. Whether that was to fill you with his fingers, tongue or length. You didn’t care.

“…Funny..” You grunted, grinding against his firm thigh. “You seem to be rock hard when I haven’t done much either..!” You shot back.

“Looks like we got ourselves a firecracker, huh?” Weather grinned. You dragged your attention away from Anasui’s hazy expression, and Weather had his pants down already.

He fisted the fabric and had it wrapped around his own manhood with a wide grin.

“Keep it as a souvenir since you like it so much.” You huffed, jittery from Anasui’s ministrations.

“Will do. Black and lacy, very nice.” He said with a smug smile. He tilted his head back, and his lips parted as he stroked himself to the scene of you and Anasui.

You’d be lying if you weren’t getting aroused.

Weather was stunning.

You suddenly felt Anasui’s hands wrench you to face him once more.

“Keep your eyes on me, baby. I’m not done with you yet.” He grunted, massaging your core. You threw your head back, resting it on his shoulder. You were close but you wanted more.

“You…jealous, Anasui?” You heaved out, with a lilt.

“Just gives me more of a challenge..” He said, roughly.

No warning whatsoever as the most salacious moan tore from your throat as you felt him plunge into you.

His hand wrapped around your throat.

“Fuck…” He groaned into your ear as he stretched you out. “You feel amazing baby…mhm…knew you were a good fuck when I first saw you…”

You rolled your eyes, despite being dizzy from the stretch.

“How flattering..” You panted. You began to ride him out as he dug his nails into the plump flesh of your ass.

A man with pink lipstick had no business being ridiculously hung and thick. You lowered your head down, revelling in the feeling of Anasui filling you up.

“…Just like that, baby. Fuck, you’re gorgeous…” He grunted, kissing your neck a few more times. “So good to me…”

“Anasui…” You whined. “It’s too much…” tears beginning to stream down your cheeks from his relentless pace.

“You can do it honey…I know you can..” He murmured, nipping at your collarbones. “For me…please?”

You felt your heart hammer at his honeyed voice. Then you nodded eagerly.

“I can..I mean it!” You heaved out, preparing yourself for the final push.

You felt it crash over you immediately with a final, harsh thrust and your body immediately went limp against Anasui’s.

He clutched you, his arms sliding around your bare waist and pressed a few gentle kisses on whatever skin was in reach.

You almost cried out when you felt him pull away from you. He noticed the look in your eyes, and rested you against the bed.

“You did do well for me, baby. Mhm..makes me wanna forgive you for luring us here for that bastard Pucci.”

You shot out of the lust ridden haze you were in.

“…You knew?” You questioned, voice wavering.

He nodded, body caging you in again on the bed as he nudged your head to the side to leave hickeys across your neck.

“C’mon princess, I’m not dumb. Me and Weather would be done for if we were that naive.” He snickered.

“Oi, Anasui. You been hogging her for too long now, move you selfish bastard.” Weather snapped, tearing Anasui off of you.

Anasui glared at Weather, chest still heaving.

“What? You’re gonna suck my cum out her pussy, jerk?” He taunted.

“Fuck off.” Weather hissed as he slot himself between your legs.

“You like me better, don’t ya Princess?” Anasui teased.

“Verdict’s still out..” You breathed out as you and Weather held eye contact, propped on your elbows.

“…Bitch.”

“HEY!” You barked.

“Oh can it. I’m sure you can handle a name or two since you were tryna off us.” Anasui grunted as he folded his arms. “You sure you don’t need Viagra, Weather?”

“Go to hell.” Weather snapped.

“Wanted you since I saw you.” Weather muttered in your ear then kissed you with fervour.

“Mhm, really? Didn’t…seem like that.” You breathed out, pulling away for air.

“Don’t like to show all my cards, baby.” Weather snickered as he held your hips down and settled his mouth on your breast which made you gasp and writhe underneath him.

“How could I not want you, huh?” He murmured against your skin as he rolled your nipple against his tongue. “Fucking gorgeous.”

“…Weather.” You cried, voice hoarse since you were still weak from Anasui ravaging your body.

“I know…I’ll be quick. Let me taste you..” He said, gently.

“A-ha!” Anasui cried out. “You are gonna suck my cum out her pussy. Knew you had the hots for me.”

Weather rolled his eyes at the absurdity of Anasui’s comment then began to lave his tongue across your stomach and abdominals.

Your skin was soft, sweaty and still had a whiff of the chlorine but he didn’t mind.

The sounds spilling from your mouth as you squirmed underneath him was music to his ears.

His tongue wrapped around, then glided across the bundles of nerves which made your back arch against him.

You wailed out his name, unbelieving that this was happening. The two men knew your plans and instead had been fucking you senseless.

“I know, sh, shhh.” Weather said, softly as he pulled away from your heat. He reached out a hand to interlace his fingers with yours which made your heart skip a beat. “Let me have a little more, I can’t help myself..”

You nodded, shuddering all over as he tortured you with his mouth. So sloppily and hungry.

He finally pulled away when he felt your plush thighs clamp around his head.

“Could probably stay there forever if you’d let me.” He snorted.

He crushed his lips against yours, the taste of your juices mixing with saliva but you didn’t care. You wanted to kiss him even more, as you pulled him closer and closer.

“Hey!” Anasui hissed.

“Feeling left out?” You teased, leaning into steal Weather’s lips once again.

“Guess the old man has some tricks, huh baby?” Weather said to you with a fiendish grin, then began to massage his tongue with yours.

“Fuck you both.” Anasui grumbled.

author’s note:

if u read this far thank u 😭 i’ve never written such explicit smut before so sorry if it’s a bit weird KDJSKSJ love u all likes, reblogs and feedback are always appreciated!! 🩷 sorry for any spelling or grammatical mistakes!!

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[tonberry-yoda]

hi! i am here to request a weather report x f!reader :]]

maybe they like cuddle in the ghost room and talk and fluffy stuff like that...

I loved this idea!! thank you so so much for the request, i just wrote a short little fluffy fic and i really hope you enjoy! have a great day @slotharchives and dont forget to stay hydrated!! <333

Cuddling in the Ghost Room - Weather Report

Pairing - Weather Report x f!reader

Warnings - none! just a lot of fluff

Word Count - 367

Notes - thank you again! this is my first time writing for weather and i absolutely love the thought of fluff for this cutie, so thank you for the perfect idea! have a super awesome day and please enjoy!!! <333

omg this gif is so cute holy lord

“Weather,” she stepped into the ghost room seeing Weather Report… crying. “Are you okay?” He looked up at her with misty eyes before a small smile appeared on his face. He stood up and pulled her into his arms, kissing her on the forehead. At least he still remembered her. The only person who was willing to tell him that everything was going to be okay despite him feeling awful. She didn't care that he was in prison, she didn't believe he did anything wrong.

“Weather Report, you can talk to me, you know that right?” She rubbed his back and looked into his bright blue eyes. He nodded and leaned next to her ear, his warm breath brushing over her. “L-Let’s cuddle.” She giggled and rubbed the top of his fluffy hat. “Alright, buddy. Let’s cuddle.”

Weather Report immediately pulled her into his arms and carried her over to a blanket that was folded up in the corner of the room. Unfolding it, he pulled her closer, laying next to her and spooning her leaving little kisses on her shoulder. “Are you alright, Weather?” She played with his fingers on the arm wrapped around her waist. “Yes. I'm alright.” She could feel his tears running down her back, so she scooted closer, pressing her body even closer to his. “Do you want to talk?” “Um… not really. It's just the same reason as always.” “Okay.”

She held his hand close to her face pressing kisses onto his knuckles.

“When we get out of here,” even if quiet, Weather Report’s voice was shaking due to the tears. “I… I want us to go somewhere nice.” “Somewhere nice?” She turned towards him, looking into his teary eyes. “Yes. And… if you don't mind of course… I want us to be together… forever.” She pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips and his ear. “I would love that, Weather. Who knows, maybe we could get a puppy too.”

Weather giggled and pulled her closer, talking about the future they weren't sure that they could have, but it was nice to dream. But even for now, the two were happy in each other’s arms in the ghost room.

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Do You Remember The Rain?

Summary: Weather isn't really sure who he is anymore and Anasui is there to to remind him that's just fine.

Paring(s): None

Warnings: Memory loss, referenced character death

A/N: A companion fic to " Pick apart ( and put back together ) " featuring Weather!

I had such a rough time figuring out how to write Weathers character and his relationship with feelings - actually, that's why this took so long for to me make - but I hope I got it down. Enjoy! <3

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˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ PRINCESS TREATMENT — price + gaz x reader

01 — THE BUTTERFLY EFFECT

featuring. kyle 'gaz' garrick + john 'bravo six' price

warnings. fem!reader, fmm, friends to lovers, slow burn, polyamory, ghostsoap, alerudy, heavy angst, requited unrequited love, graphic violence, frequent mentions of drug and alcohol abuse, discussions of mental health

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If you had to say when, exactly, everything changed, you’d put it down to a single monarch butterfly.

Walking down the tight alleyways of Las Almas, the sky a four o’clock black, a lone street light casts a gentle yellow over your frame. The air is stagnant, the warmth of late spring mixed with the type of humidity that only comes before a storm, your boots clicking against the stone beneath your feet.

With a leather jacket wrapped tight around you, you fall into the rhythm of it all. It’s just before five in the morning, and you know that you should be heading home any minute, but you find yourself rejecting the idea.

Everytime you leave for the night, just to breathe, to live for no one but yourself, it gets harder and harder to make your way back through your bedroom window. You know the guards are getting antsy, too, your payoffs for their silence on the issue becoming less and less worth it. Not when it’s becoming an ultimatum between some quick cash and a slow death.

You wish you were given that choice. Mightn’t even care which option you happened to receive.

It’s quiet, in these parts. No sign of the city that had been ruined by mercs, no sign of the destruction that had once lay beneath one man’s boots. 

Instead, this city now sits in the firm grip of El Sin Nombre – the way it had once been, and if your family has it how they want it, the way it shall forever be. 

Underneath your breath, you hum, a tune you’d picked up from the local radio. Every morning, you listen to the daily news reports, the weather, the latest celebrity gossip. Without fail, El Sin Nombre is never mentioned. Neither are the missing persons, the families torn apart by the woman you call boss.

The end of the alleyway is coming up, the main street ahead barren of people, except the odd homeless person or fitness nut getting their morning fix.

Just as you’re about to turn around and manually move your feet back to your home, the smallest of movements catches your eye, right by a potted plant sitting at the street corner. You’re not sure how, or why, it catches your attention – but it snags it, hook line and sinker.

Quickly looking both ways, you take a cautious step towards what appears to be a small aloe vera plant, stopping in your tracks when you realise what’s perched upon the tallest of the stems, its burnt orange wings fluttering with the small breeze.

A butterfly.

It hasn’t spooked – not yet, not with your careful movements – and it seems so insignificant. So small, with the family homes lining the streets, the independent stores setting up for the day.

With you, your massive life, your massive boots to fill.

And it just sits.

Flaps its wings.

A shot sounds.

Jumping back, your eyes catch the butterfly taking off into the sky, its sun-kissed wings taking it as far away from the horror as possible. Exactly as you should be doing.

Screams echo around you, another bullet sounding, and then another, and another – 

Hand resting at the gun sitting in your thigh hollister, you whip your head towards the sound, the yelling, the rushed Spanish leaving people’s mouths. Gringos. El Sin Nombre. Death. Stay down.

Taking a sharp right turn onto the main street’s footpath, another shot fires, this time much closer. Much more real, tangible. Hand fully fisting around the handle of your pistol, you take the corner to the sidestreet – the source of it all – with quiet ease.

Multiple cartel members – expendable pendejos, Valeria would say – have guns not unlike your own, aimed at two separate men hidden behind a parked car. They’re crouched behind it, peaking and launching their own retaliating shots, hitting either shoulders or necks. 

They fire off quick, dirty shots, one bursting through the car’s windows, shattering the glass, before lodging in one of the mens’ head. He falls, blood and brain matter splattering on the brick wall behind him. None of the others even spare him a look.

“Get ‘im!” A deep, rough voice calls – British, assertive, mature – the one furthest from you. He’s adorning a boonie hat, pulled down to cover the tops of his ears, facial hair decorating his jawline and upper lip.

They both seem to be exerting themselves, clearly having done a lot of activity and planning before the current scene. Nearly all of the civilians are out of the area, the two foreigners taking care to not harm any of the innocents.

Certainly a step up from the cartel.

There’s four left, all taking shots at the car, some bullets ricocheting off of the flat metal. Back to the opposite wall, you take out your pistol, switching off the safety with a single brush of your thumb. Keeping it extended in front of you, both hands holding it, you make your way silently closer to the confrontation, keeping behind them all.

The second foreigner – tall, all slim muscle, radiating warmth and self-assurance – takes a sweeping step away from the car, delivering final head shots to all but one.

Clawing against the ground, trying to gain his footing, pistol flung metres away from him, he lets out groans of agony. He’s been shot in the knee, it seems like – yeah, definitely been shot in the knee, by the way he screams when he tries to rise on it.

Doing quick head checks, the younger foreigner keeps his gun raised at a safe level, before walking over to the wounded member.

The lone soldier grunts when the lithe man smacks the butt of his gun against his temple, his head twisting with the force of it. You can tell he’s being kept alive.

“Fuck, Cap,” the younger man hisses, hooking his thumb in his vest, throwing his head back slightly. In the streetlight, from your close distance, you can see a droplet trail down his Adam’s apple. Collect at the hollow of his throat, glisten in the dim light.

The other, ‘Cap’, presses his hands against his knees, using the momentum to stand, wiping the back of his glove against his mouth. Quickly scanning his surroundings, you dart behind a small, abandoned street stall, crouching as you do so.

No shots are fired – you consider it a win.

“C’mon, we gotta get ‘im to exfil,” he grunts, and when you move back to watch them in full view, you see him jog over to stand next to his partner. Leaning down, he pulls his arm around the unconscious man, lifting him up with the younger’s help. They swing his arms around the necks of them both, their hands keeping him upright between the two.

“Ale and Rudy are gonna have our asses for the stray shots,” the black-haired one groans, but there’s a relieved smile stretching over his face. “Hopefully this guy has the intel they want.”

“If he doesn’t,” ‘Cap’ returns, a humoured look written all over his face, “We’ll have their asses.”

Intel. They want… intel. On the cartel, on El Sin Nombre. Something you have in spades. In fact, you were probably the closest thing to a gold mine when it came to information of the Las Almas cartel. Wouldn’t even need torture to get you to speak.

You’d heard of Alejandro and Rodolfo. They were considered legends by the townspeople, the men who nearly took down the cartel. The true face of the Mexican Military – not the paid off army. 

It was a shame, really, how much of their story wasn’t told.

Being shot if either name left anyone’s mouth made it a difficult one to retell. Especially to you – the Cartel’s Princess – a woman hated for nothing more than her last name.

Your step-father and ‘boss’ refused to speak of them, either. Your limited knowledge pertained to the fact that they were direct enemies of El Sin Nombre, and shared a complicated past with Valeria. You’d asked, once, what happened.

You’d never asked again.

The sun is rising, the hints of morning brushing over the deserted side street. They seem… ethereal, in this light, exhausted from work but cheerful from a job well done. At ease with each other, even with blood decorating their skin, boots covered in red.

You remember when you’d first tried to run away, fourteen and too naive to plan it beforehand,  before you knew to slide cash into the guards’ belt. It had been seven minutes and twenty-nine seconds before a bullet had grazed your thigh, and you were brought back to your house. You still have the scar – both physically, and mentally.

Having to learn that running away was never a truly feasible option was a hard reality at such a young age. Sheltered, too – you didn’t understand the true way of the world. What life was like without a bounty on your head and blood money decorating your neck in the form of a pearl necklace. Hands chained with bracelets of pure gold.

The cool metal grows clammy with your own distraught, your index finger hooking around the trigger.

When you were younger, you wanted to become a journalist. You dreamt of the ability to make things known – uncover the dark secrets your family loved to hide. A servant to the public – in the most damning of ways, a true way of protecting without the need for blood on your hands. The only black metal in your hands would be that of a pen; considerably more deadly than a weapon could ever be.

You aim your pistol.

Oh, to be free. To not have to wake up every day, dreading, hating yourself for the sins of your family. Your livelihood. Freedom in not having to choose between being a bystander, or meeting the death of a traitor.

That butterfly, gods, that butterfly. It took itself wherever it wanted – got to experience the world at its own pace. Live for the sake of it, gifting the Earth for the pleasure of it all.

Grateful for just a week of substance. A week of survival.

What you’d do for just a week.

A shot fires, and you don’t move an inch from the drawback. You just stand, watching, as a body falls, and two guns are instantly aimed at you in turn.

Just a week.

Letting the gun slide from your hand and hit the floor, you raise your hands, palms facing the two. They don’t shoot – that’s all you could’ve hoped for. Being reckless was part of being in the cartel, and your very blood ran because of it.

“You want intel?” You ask, loud enough to carry to them, taking a bold step forward. With the sun not having risen, a chill settles into your bones, the tight, silk nightdress you adorn during sleep the only thing protecting you as the breeze brushes open your jacket. “I have it.”

The youngest moves to lower his gun, but a side eye from ‘Cap’ has him raising it again. The way they stare you down has your chest rising and falling in dramatic movements, and for the first time this night, you second guess yourself.

It’s the only chance you’ve ever gotten – you think, reminding yourself – and you will accept it with open arms. Just a week.

Taking careful, precise steps closer, you keep your palms facing them and face a stubborn neutral. You’d been trained in a lot of areas, sparsely, but there was no doubt in your mind that you wouldn’t be able to take either of them in a real fight. Diego had spoiled you with riches and luxury, not sparring and gunslinging.

“Wait –” the younger stretches out his hand, looking to the other with an expression. Like he’d seen a ghost. “She’s…”

“I know,” the other breathes out, his tense stance easing slightly. 

As you stand, just a metre or two away from them, you look between them both. Calculating, watching, you slide off your leather jacket and drop it to the ground – showing that you have no other weapons, no bombs strapped to you. 

Just a silk, blood red nightdress, an empty hollister, and black leather boots.

“You guys were pretty loud when you said you needed intel,” you narrow your eyes, flitting between them both. They shroud you in their shadows; tall, muscular – military. But not… regiment. Different, more sinister, maybe, more important. “And I saw you kill my auntie’s men.”

They both lower their weapons. Partly stupid, partly an insult.  “You’re the Cartel Princess, aye?” The younger raises his brows, looking over you with studious brown. 

“I left my tiara at home,” you snark. The younger smirks, approving of your response. Maybe you wouldn’t have to be stepped all over, to be taken in by them.

Jerking his head to the dead body laying between the both of them, the older levels an unimpressed gaze your way. “Was that necessary?” He asks, folding his arms over his chest and righting his posture, looking down at you.

“He was a dick anyways,” you roll your eyes, finally lowering your own hands to rest at your hips. “He tried to offer up his daughter ‘cause he was in debt.”

Both of their jaws go slack.

You shrug.

“Where are you guys going anyways?” You ask, bouncing on the heels of your feet, hands held together behind your back. Looking around, your mouth pulls into a small frown at the shattered store windows. You’d try and leave some money for them when you got back.

The smaller one lets out an almost shocked chuckle. “This isn’t – you’re not hitchhiking.”

Rubbing at the roof of his nose, the one with the boonie hat looses a thick sigh, before giving you an exhausted look. “You’re lucky Alejandro has been after your arse for years. Gaz, get ‘er gun.”

“Yes, Sir,” he jokes, roughly saluting the man before grabbing your weapon. Sliding it into his own holster, he loops his elbow through yours, and starts dragging you down the street, the other walking a bit ahead of you both.

“This went way easier than I thought,” you mutter, realising just how… simple it had been to get them to take you. No cuffs, surprisingly, and no sedatives.

Gaz, as the other referred to him as, looks down to you with a friendly smile. “Most of us know your face. Alejandro and Rodolfo have been looking for you – something about you being ‘one of the good ones’.”

“I’ve never met them,” you admit, a small crease forming between your brows. “I’ve heard of them, but… why do they care about me?”

“Apparently,” the one up ahead darts his blue eyes back to you, “You do, in fact, have ‘intel’. And…” He trails off, before shaking his head. “You’ll see when we get back to base. I think he’ll be quite happy.”

Gaz groans with a laugh. “Hate when he’s giddy. They’re so loud.”

Falling back a little, ‘Cap’ hits his subordinate lightly up the back of his head. “You’re gross. Exfil’s just off to the right.”

“Reminds me of Amsterdam,” Gaz says wistfully, his elbow still linked around yours. This might just be the oddest way to be taken in by a supposed ‘enemy’ ever. Definitely up there.

Turning, you see a black SUV parked off to the side, the windows tinted to the nth degree. You can’t see anything within them except your own reflections, the winding streets behind you three. Looking to Gaz, you ask, “Where’s my carriage?”

He gives an incredulous look. “You’re serious?”

You and his partner answer at the exact same time, the same tone, “No.”

Opening the door to the back, Cap urges the two of you in, before getting into the passenger seat. The cushions are black, too, and comfortable as you situate yourself by the window, Gaz taking the middle seat. So much for space.

“John –” 

“Kate, they’ve been after her for years. We owe ‘em.”

A woman, dirty blonde hair pulled back in a neat ponytail, looks at you through her rearview mirror. She seems… displeased about your presence.

“You’re making us a bigger target,” she hisses, shooting him an annoyed look. “If they aren’t already trying to gun us down, they’re about to go nuclear!”

“Auntie and daddy don’t like missiles. Said it’s cheap,” you chip in, folding your knee so your ankle rests on your opposite knee, folding your hands in your lap. Damn, you think, You chipped your nail polish. Only lasted a day.

Silence fills the vehicle.

You hum that radio’s tune once more, and Kate exhales a deep, calming breath. Like she’s one step away from whipping out her own gun and shooting you all dead. And then herself.

“Can you turn on the heater? It’s kinda cold,” you ask, hands rubbing at your bare arms. Should’ve put your leather jacket back on before they took you.

“John,” Kate grits out, “I am two seconds away from –”

A shot fires, then two, then three. In one movement, you grab a hold of your pistol from Gaz’s hollister, switching off the safety once more and holding it to your chest. Kate instantly switches on the ignition, accelerating hard enough to have your head hitting the back of your chair with a squeak.

Gaz unwinds the window to his left, furthest away from you, and starts firing at where a dozen or so members stand at the main street, firing off shots at the car. Bracing yourself against the back of the driver’s seat, you take aim.

True as the way the sun is set to rise, you land multiple shots through vital organs, some lucky ones blasting right through their heads. Your wrist aches from the strength of your hold around your weapon, a break from childhood coming back to haunt you. You don’t stop, however, not when you’re nowhere near your breaking point.

Within seconds, Kate drives the car out of their view, dodging potholes like a professional. 

It’s five minutes later, when you’re out of the main business streets of Las Almas, that your back hits your seat once more, eyes fluttering shut as you flick the safety back on.

Gaz does the same, his shoulder bumping yours with the width and sheer height of him. You feel small, between him and the door, but not unsafe. Quite the opposite, actually, with the way he sliced through those men with buttery gunmanship.

The silence, this time, is electric. A buzzing in the air, an excitement flowing through your veins.

And then, it hits you.

“Oh, shit,” you whine, dragging your hands over your face and sloping in your seat, lips forming a disgruntled pout.

“What – what happened? You good?” Gaz asks, leaning forward, placing his hand on the back of Kate’s headrest to look over you. His arm is corded with muscle, the sleeves of his shirt pulled up to his elbows, allowing a decent view of his military-grade skin. 

You sit your head against the window. 

“I left my favourite nail polish at home. And my favourite earrings,” you mumble, upset.

Gaz coughs, then sits back in his seat awkwardly. “...Right. Can’t you just. …Get more? If you’re cooperative, Ale–”

You punch him in his throat, and he wheezes, tears sprouting in his eyes as he coughs. “You don’t get it,” you glare at him, before patting his back. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to hit so hard.”

It’s only then that you realise John and Kate are speaking quietly up the front, low enough to not be heard by the two of you. 

“Who do you guys work for, anyway?” You ask, when Gaz stops coughing, instead swallowing mouthfuls of water from the skin in his pack. He stops to stare at you.

“You ask this… now?” He questions, looking at you like you’ve lost your mind.

You shrug. “Even if you guys were mercs or something, I probably would’ve asked to be taken. Wait –” You pause, eyes going wide, mouth going slack, “You aren’t mercs, are you? Please say you aren’t.”

“We’re Special Ops. Dunno how much the old man wants me to say, so, there you go,” Gaz shrugs, pulling on his gloves. His gaze remains on yours as he does so – pulling them off by the tips of his fingers, revealing slender hands. They look oddly graceful, for a seasoned operator, and you can see the tendons pull when he takes off the other.

The sun is high enough to paint the sky in streaks of yellow and orange, swirling with the night’s dark blue. Clouds decorate the canvas like swipes of cotton, the beginnings of what looks to be a perfect Spring day. As you look out the window, watching as you pass the streets of your city, you feel an odd seed of doubt.

Not for what you’re doing – but for what you’re leaving. All of the bodies lining the streets under cartel cloths, never getting to do the very thing you’re experiencing. So many families torn apart without the option of freedom.

The glass is cool against your cheek as you drum your fingers over your lap, the tap tap tap of that song in your head looped.

“You don’t look like your pictures,” Gaz says, then, and when you turn, it’s to find him watching you studiously. He appears so relax, seated beside you, tall enough to have his head nearly hitting the roof of the car.

You raise a brow. “Didn’t realise this was a Tinder date.”

He laughs, the sound melting down your spine like the cocoa body butter you favourite. Maybe he was right about the cooperation thing – you could play nice if it meant you got to have your routine.

“I just mean,” he starts, before rolling over the words in his mouth, looking out the window before making eye contact once more. His eyes are so brown. “You’re a lot less… snobby-looking.”

You bite out a sharp laugh in shock. “Excuse me?”

He raises his hands, now, a direct copy of how you’d appeared when you first made eye contact. His smile is devastating as he says, “I didn’t mean it in a bad way. Just meant you have a lot more personality than expected.”

“Thought I was the type to be docile and pretty?” You quip, pulling your hair to rest over your shoulder. “How typically… male of you.”

Placing a hand over his heart, he pretends like he’s been wounded, expression twisting into one of pain. “Ouch, Princess. Way to hit a man where it hurts.”

“I know of many other places that’ll hurt,” you mutter, side-eying him. “Don’t test me.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Your Majesty,” he returns.

The car starts increasing in speed, then, at a harshly quick rate – enough to have both you and Gaz sitting up straighter, checking out your windows and tightening your grips on your guns.

Price turns, twisting where he sits in the passenger seat, looking out the back window. He curses under his breath, before looking between the both of you.

“We have company.”

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Teddy bear - 2

Pairing: John Price x F! Reader

Summary: A quiet home date with the handsome mutton chop. Part 1 here

Warning: M Theme. Alcohol use. otherwise generalised fluff.

A/N: Part of the 141Challenge!! Thank you @glitterypirateduck the wonderful CoD fanfic and fanart curator for organising another festival :D you are awesome.

Prompt used:

Kitchen

Thunderstorm/Rain

Caught in the rain

Trust me

John Price Masterlist

Masterlist

“Hello teddy bear lady, we really should stop meeting like this.”

The handsome stranger, later introduced himself as John Price, ended up exchanging numbers after you bump into him ( again ) at the pub. 

Your niblings, especially your niece, were happy to see the “furry man” again, They couldn’t stop retelling the stories for days until your sister told them to give her a bit of peace and quiet. 

Your sister was quite surprised when he showed up on the doorstep, picking you up for the date. 

“Oh.. so.. He exists.” your sister elbowed you, she couldn’t contain the surprise on her face. 

“.. you think I made up the whole story with the kids just to pull a prank on you??” you rolled your eyes. 

“OHHHHH… your furry face feels so nice..!” Lizzy, your niece was again amazed by John’s facial hair and arm hair. 

John smiled at her as he held his arms out and let your niece poke and probe at his hair and mutton chop. 

“How about your legs? You say your legs are hairy too? Can I have a look?”

“Lizzy!” you chided. “Where are your manners! You don’t just go around and ask people to expose their body parts!” 

“Well… you went on and on about it for days after about it too… Remember?” Your sister mumbled under her breath.

“I did not!!!” you retorted, face started to burn up with embarrassment. Shooting a look at John, who is quite amused by the conversation between the three of you.  

Oh heavens. He must be thinking how strange your whole family is. Great. He is probably thinking of ways to bail out on you right now. But he just laughed as he retracted his arm and stood back up. 

Surprisingly, he didn’t bail out on you. At the end of the night, he gently took hold of your hands, gazing softly at you with his beautiful blue eyes, quietly asking you on another date. 

“I had a lovely time tonight. Can I see you again? I’ll cook for you. I can’t guarantee it will be michelin star quality but I promise you it is a lot better than the MRE ”

A man offers to cook for you? Who can say no to that?

You flinched as you felt the droplet of rain start hitting your face. Damn it, you thought, should have listened to the weather report and brought my brolly.  Now I probably have to call for a cab to get to the station afterwards. You huffed. Shrugging off the tote bag around your shoulder, and cradling it under the long coat like some valuable treasure to prevent it getting wet. 

Or maybe he would ask you to stay for the night, and you might get lucky for once…..

Shaking your head to get that dirty thought out of your brain, This is only the second date! Maybe I need to bleach my brain. Ugh, better run faster, hair is getting wet. You quicken your pace to run towards the destination before the rain starts pelting down on you. 

Double checking the address on your phone as you come up to an unassuming house at the end of a row of terrace houses. Adjusting your hold on the tote bag, you took a deep breath in before you knocked on the plain looking dark brown door, and took a step back, squaring your shoulder, waiting for him to answer the door. Few seconds later you heard the hurrying footsteps before the door opened.

There stands John Price, in a black dress pants and simple navy blue shirt, sleeves rolled up, tea towel slung over his shoulder. How does a man always make the simplest clothing look so good?

Your eyes quickly flick down towards the half apron he had on. Tight around his waist.

That slutty waist. 

Ok, you really need to get yourself into a nunnery after this to cleanse all these unholy thoughts. 

Taking one look at your slightly damp coat and wet hair, John frowned. "I should have gone and picked you up, I am sorry." He apologises as he quickly ushers you inside. "I was too caught up in the cooking to notice the weather outside." 

"No need to apologise, I should have heeded the warning from the weather bureau." you replied as he helped you to take off the coat and hang it up by the door. “I won’t melt like the wicked witch of the west with a little bit of rain.” you joked. 

“I got the heater going, come inside and you should warm up, you must be cold.” John commented as he gently put his hand on the small of your back as he led you inside.

You glance around as you walk past the corridor and living room. It's a minimalistically decorated flat.  There’s no television, a simple bookshelf, a three seater couch with a plain coffee table. 

A bachelor’s pad that he hardly lives in. 

“I don’t stay in this place a lot,” he said, as if sensing the question floating in your mind. “I also have a room I stayed in on site at the base if I work too late. Which is most of the time.”He chuckled. 

“Bit of a workaholic?” You teased, remembering what the three other men’s words about their Captain the night at the pub.

“You sure you want to date him bonnie?” the mohawk man who the others called Soap asked. “The Captain is an absolute workaholic, if he isn’t out on the field training with the crew, he is stuck in the office, nose deep in paperwork. Sorry Captain. Not trying to interfere with your chance at luring a bonnie into bed…”

The other two nodded their heads in agreement. John just groaned and shook his head, clearly not amused at Soap’s jabbing. You actually find it quite endearing, how close the four of them are just from their interaction, despite the differences in ranks. 

“Red or white?” 

“Um. uh, red please…” you hastily replied as you broke out from your reverie, realising you are now standing in front of the kitchen. Setting down the container of baked goods onto the kitchen bench, you fidget your hand nervously as he pours you a glass of wine.

“Can I.. Can I help with anything?” you offered meekly, wanting to do something to distract yourself. 

Shaking his head, he recorked the bottle and guided you to sit down on the stool. “I got it all under control. Trust me. I wouldn’t burn the kitchen down.” he smirked. “Just relax. Dinner shouldn’t be too long.” he reassures you before turning around and walking towards the oven. 

A pleasant savoury aroma wafting through the air as he opens the open door to check the food inside. 

“That smells really good.” you lean forward, inhaling the scent. “What’s on the menu?”

“Shepherd's Pie. with sides of vegetables and salad.” 

He chuckles as your eyes brighten with the mentioning of the dish. “I know it’s your favourite. It’s the first time I made it.I hope It won’t disappoint.” 

How does he know it’s your favourite? 

The dinner turns out to be absolutely delicious. He was, you have to admit, quite a decent cook. you couldn’t help to let out a moan as you took a bite of the steaming hot pie. 

The pie was well seasoned, the broccolini was well pan fried, and the salad was well dressed. 

Everything was simple, but well done to perfection.

He chuckled as you quickly inhaled the portion of your pie. “I am taking that is a good sign that I have done this right?”

You took a sip of the red wine, washing down the delicious food, as you shyly smiled at him, slightly embarrassed. You are still slightly tense and nervous in a private environment.Just you, and him. You never had anyone else invite you to a date at their house before. 

But part of you is glad he invited you over tonight. You get to see the real, more relaxed John Price side of him, without other people’s prying eyes, without him having to put up a front of being the Captain. 

“Oh dear, it’s really bucketing down outside now..” you mumbled as the sound of rain hitting the window caught your attention. The two of you shifted yourself from the dining table onto the couch after dinner, to get more comfortable as you sip on the hot herbal tea, nibbling on the chocolate biscuits you have baked as a simple dessert. You reach forward towards the coffee table for your phone, checking for the next train timetable.

Your heart dropped when the pop up notice on the website shows all trains have been suspended due to the severe weather and heavy rain. 

“Damn..nothing is running…” you groaned. You quickly open the ride share app to see if there are any rides nearby, it’s going to cost you a bit, but that’s probably your only way home now. Nothing was showing up either. You guess with how bad the weather is and even the public transports are all suspended, no one is going to risk their life driving on the road. 

“Stay for the night?” He offered in a quiet voice as he saw your worried face, struggling to decide what to do. 

“You take my bed, I’ll sleep on the couch.” he quickly added as your eyes grew wide at his previous suggestions, as if afraid he’s giving you the wrong idea. 

Forever a gentleman. 

You shook your head as you replied, “Um, I’ll take the couch, this is your home, I can’t kick a host onto the couch!”  

“I insist.” you were ready to debate with him, but one look from him ( the same look he gave to Soap and Gaz at the pub when they started to get a bit too rowdy) had you swallow down the words back in again. 

So now, you are sitting on top of his freshly made bed with crisp clean linen. Wearing some old t-shirts and sweatpants he managed to dig up in the death of his closet. . You subconsciously bring the overhanging sleep up towards your face, taking sniff. Smells exactly like him. Slight faint cigar and cologne smell. Making you feel really relaxed, and safe. 

“This looks very military style. Did you even manage to iron the bed while I was in the shower??” you teased as you inspected the crease free bed sheet. 

“Old habit dies hard.” he blushed as he turned his face away, not looking at you. “If you need me. I’m just down the hallway.” he cleared his throat, trying to cover up his fluster as he bid goodnight to you. “Have a good sleep. I will see you in the morning.” 

“John.”

“Hmm?” he turned towards you as he rested his hand on  the door knob, eyebrow raised. 

You shuffle yourself to the end of the bed, and walk towards him. Feeling brave, you reach your hands up, gently tugging him down to your height, and press a light kiss on his cheek, feeling his mutton chop tickle your face. 

“Goodnight. And thank you for letting me stay.” you whispered, looking into his beautiful blue eyes after you reluctantly pulled yourself away from him. 

His eyes flicker with emotion. Lips press tight, as if trying to control himself. Slowly letting out a breath, he pulls you into his embrace, kissing you gently on the head.

“Don’t mention it. Sleep tight, don’t let the bed bug bites.” 

The only thing that was biting you that night was a bug called love. 

“Captain, you let her sleep alone on your bed??? Oh these biscuits are good” 

“What a gentleman.”

“.. I’ll go make some tea. I hope you at least made her breakfast the next day.”

“Shut up you muppets. Get back to work.” 

Sorry I was half brain dead writing this. Part 3 might come out... sometime... later.

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