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The Lines We Cross: Chapter 24

The Thievius Raccoonus

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It must be difficult to be caught between their rules and mine. Their rules offer a confusing tangle of morality, whereas mine are so.

Very.

Simple.

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“I suppose I should begin by asking how much you know.”

Jing said the words carefully, studying the woman in front of her and trying desperately to find reasons to trust her – or to not. She had said she wanted to help Sly, but the panda had learned the hard lesson that what one wanted to do and what one was able to do were two very different things. It was just a single night ago that her own father’s confession and revelations had reaffirmed that lesson, and her heart ached as she remembered the way he had begged her forgiveness for failing both of them.

She shook her head with a pursing of her lips. This was no time to be distracted by any of that; not when there was someone here who could still be a threat to her family.

“I know that Sly had been working with – for the Fiendish Five before I met him.” The slip of the stranger’s tongue had been corrected without Jing even having to glare at her for it. The panda hoped it was a good sign. “I know that there’s something he’s stealing from each of them. Something they took from him…I think?”

Jing waited a moment longer, seeing how the inspector seemed to be collecting her thoughts. Sure enough, she continued with a pinched brow.

“And…I know now that they were the ones who murdered his parents, and then kidnapped him afterwards. I hadn’t been certain of that until what you just told me.”

“All of those things are correct,” the younger girl said, slow and thoughtful while she determined how to explain a lifetime of hurt within a short window of time. “And that was everything I knew, nothing more, until very recently as well. But there is so much more to this story, and I am still uncertain to tell you the rest.”

Inspector Fox gave her a sharp, upset look. “I already told you I need to know if I’m going to help both of you. Do you still think I’m lying?”

“No. Your conviction convinced me. It is just…” Her eyes drifted towards the dusty dresser, to the other picture frames which also contained cherished snapshots of her time with Sly. “It is not really my story to tell. I am trying to reassure myself that I am not betraying my brother by sharing these things with someone without his permission.”

So much had already been done without his consent by so many people. She hated the idea that she would be another, but she saw no other way to help him. If this woman was truly able to do what she claimed, then it was more than Jing had ever done.

She took a deep breath and then took the plunge.

“The Fiendish Five invaded Sly’s home and killed his family eleven years ago, and decided to let him live because they believed his skills as a Cooper would be useful when he was older.” She watched the fox shift her weight across from her, no doubt as to prepare herself for what they both knew was going to be a long and terrible story. “There were two other things that the Fiendish Five stole that night – the Cooper cane, and a special book called the Thievius Raccoonus.

“According to my father, the Thievius Raccoonus is a book containing notes from many people in the Cooper bloodline. It was passed on to each new generation to teach them the ways of thieving. He told me that the Fiendish Five used the knowledge they had gained from that book to great effect even in the modern age. It was split into five equal sections for each member of the group to use as they saw fit when working separately. The Cooper cane was kept in this stronghold, and they gave it back to Sly when he began officially working for them. The book, he was not allowed to see in any capacity, and they taunted him with that fact quite frequently.”

Jing stopped. Inhaled again, deep and slow, and continued.

“My father brought him to live with us so that he could grow up relatively safely until he was old enough to work for the Fiendish Five. He was with us for five years, primarily as my personal servant and playmate. I am amazed, now, that Sly did not harbor hatred for me as he did my father and the others who irreparably altered the course of his life. I do not know if it was because I was so young, or because he had no one else, or for a different reason, but he decided to trust me. We learned to love each other as we grew together – first as friends, then as siblings. But in all that time, he only mentioned the book and the cane once to me, and did not seem interested in them compared to his bigger goal of escaping the fate that loomed ahead of him.”

Inspector Fox frowned, a question clearly on the tip of her tongue, but she remained silent. It was a small relief, because Jing was starting to realize that if she stopped talking, she might not be able to start again. Already, her hands were beginning to tremble as bittersweet memories rose with her recounting.

“When he finally found the courage to tell me about the monstrosities that had been committed against him, I did not believe him at first. I knew he was working for us against his will, but I thought he was telling falsehoods because he was so angry at his own circumstances and wanted someone to blame. I could not imagine my own father partaking in such horrors. We had a terrible falling out and did not speak to each other for quite some time. I imagine I still would have remained stubbornly ignorant if not for what happened after that, on the anniversary of his arrival to this place.”

Jing paused again, not to find words that evaded her but to stop her body from betraying her with a shudder. It had been years since she had seen her father’s cohorts in person, but even the memories were strong enough to flood her heart with fear and fury.

“I suppose I should explain a few things about my father, first,” she said when at last she continued. “For most of my life, he would spend long periods of time away on ‘business’, as he called it. Sometimes it would be weeks, sometimes it would be months, but never more than a few consecutively. He was always very careful to leave me in the dark about the nature of it, and he never brought strangers here. When Sly came to live with us, my father stayed home for that entire first year, and I was overjoyed. I know now that it was to ensure that Sly wouldn’t hurt me or find a way to leave, but I was too young to understand or even care about the reasons behind his extended stay. Then, at the end of that cycle, he informed me that he would be entertaining guests for a weekend and that I was not to leave my room the entire time.

“You see, the Fiendish Five would meet once a year as a single group to exchange information and discuss business, among other things. The locations they chose always alternated between one of their personal hideouts; I do not know if my father’s stronghold was one of them before I was born, but I know that he refused to let them visit afterwards. I also do not know what reasons he gave them to refuse his home. Most of them did not know of my existence for many years, except for their leader.”

She bit her lip. Clasped her shaking fingers together in an attempt to calm them. Did not look up to meet Inspector Fox’s intense gaze.

“After Sly joined us, those annual meetings always took place here. I was ordered to shut myself in my room and never show my face until I was told my father’s ‘guests’ had left. Sly…was not given the same luxury. He was forced to join them for every meeting during that timeframe, acting as their only waitstaff. I do not know if the intent of this was to ensure his obedience or to slowly integrate him into the world that they were planning to force him into, but he was always stressed and distant for weeks after they had all left. He refused to speak of what went on except to reiterate that they were the ones responsible for his parents’ deaths, and that he was afraid they would finally decide for him to face the same fate. Sheltered as I was, I still could not wrap my mind around the belief that my father had anything to do with such things, but the change in routine and Sly’s behavior made my unease grow with every passing year.

“I desperately wanted to believe in my father’s innocence, but I also desperately wanted to help my dearest friend. I began looking for ways to help Sly escape as we grew older. I naively thought that if he left, he would be able to build his own life away from those wicked people, that things here would return to the ‘normal’ that I had known before, and I would not have to face any uncomfortable truths about my father. We started planning together; he taught me how to be quieter when I moved, as well as…other tricks, and I in turn used that knowledge to further our plans. I visited places he could not, learned the schedules of staff and guards alike, and searched for the easiest, safest path for him to get out. I asked my aunt to take me outside as much as possible, and I committed the layout of this entire place to memory.”

Jing closed her eyes.

“There was always one roadblock that we faced no matter what we tried, however, and it was that my father always had eyes on Sly. When he was home, it was his own eyes, and when he was out on business, it was those of his security which was always doubled for as long as he was away. We could never find a safe time for Sly to sneak out without bringing attention to himself – except for that single weekend every year when the Fiendish Five came to call. Security was lax because my father did not want to imply that he distrusted them, and he himself was too busy with them to watch Sly. It always seemed too dangerous for us to try at such a time, however, because of these powerful people present. The leader, in particular, was one who Sly was terrified of crossing. So, we planned and bided our time, hoping to find a different opening.”

She opened her eyes and finally looked at Inspector Fox again. Her voice was steady with resignation to tell the truth to its very end, as her father had a night and an eternity past.

“The choice was made for us anyway, six years ago, on one of the annual visits. And the fact that it failed was all my fault.”

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The Panda King opened the door of his daughter’s room to what had now become a standard sight – Sly Cooper, son of his former enemy, curled against Jing’s side under the strange shelter they had made out of spare sheets and blankets. He blinked, taking in the sight of bedding messily draped over furniture that turned the entire room into a mismatched tent, before turning his attention to the two children who had disappeared from sight of the door as soon as it had opened.

“No one is home today!” His daughter called, gentle even in her scolding. “Come back another day!”

“An exception will have to be made today,” he said, squatting in front of the entrance of the fort to peer inside. “You know why I am here. I cannot leave this room by myself.”

Both raccoon and panda huddled further away from him; the latter did the best she could to shield the former from his sight. She was nearly Cooper’s size, now, King noticed wistfully. Within the year she would be taller and then someday perhaps catch up even to her father. So much time and growth slipping out of his reach like sand between his fingers.

“Please do not make things harder than they need to be, children,” he chided softly. He waited without reaching inwards, knowing that patience was the best course to take at times like this. Forcing Sly Cooper out against his will often made him cagey and flighty, which put King in a bad mood to have to deal with; neither of which they could afford tonight.

His daughter looked crestfallen as her friend slowly uncurled himself from behind her and began to crawl out into the open side of the room. The child’s bushy tail was flicking in agitation as he got to his feet in front of King, betraying the blank expression already sliding into place on his face.

“It will be a short meeting tonight,” the fireworks master promised both of them, placing a heavy hand on Cooper’s shoulder as he began to lead him out into the hall. “My guests arrived later than expected today, and plan to retire early. You will be able to return soon.”

The raccoon didn’t say anything. He simply threw a glance over his shoulder at Jing before the door slid closed to separate them, then shuffled along obediently when King prompted him forward. There were no more words exchanged as they walked – a tentative acknowledgement of each other had formed between them over mutual love of Jing, but the crime lord knew that some wounds scarred too deep for real reconciliation. Sly Cooper no longer looked at him with hatred whenever they interacted. Just wariness and tired resignation.

That did not extend to the rest of the Fiendish Five.

They were all waiting in the large conference room that King had long ago built for this exact purpose, and barely spared the panda or his young partner a glance before returning to their food and hushed conversations with each other. Mz. Ruby and Sir Raleigh seemed to be having a quiet argument about the logistics of their next heist, Muggshot was spearing chicken on the ends of his chopsticks between great gulps of alcohol, and Clockwerk watched it all from his place at the head of the long table without engaging in either meal or speech.

The Panda King gave the boy a nudge towards the large food cart that had been placed against one wall, waiting until he was situated beside it with a drink pitcher in hand before taking his own place at the owl’s right side. He was very careful to stop paying any attention to the young Cooper and instead tuned into his cohorts’ heated debate.

“We don’t have that kind of reach,” Raleigh hissed at Ruby across the table. His tongue slipped out of his mouth in irritation, more reminiscent of a reptile than the amphibian he was. “If I wanted to become a shipping baron, I would have learned trains instead of ships. This idea is asinine.”

“You just ain’t thinking big enough,” the alligator shot back, picking up pieces of her meal and swallowing them whole without a single press of her jaw. “Ships have plenty of reach. We can easily form an agreement with the folks that have land on lockdown. Twice as much power with a simple business venture!”

“Dealing in spice is beneath us! I am not stooping to the level of such low-brow, brain-dead scum that are just as often doped up on their own product as they are selling it!”

“I dunno, it sounds like a pretty good deal ta me,” Muggshot finally chimed in. King watched a bead of alcohol slide down his chin and drip onto his plate with a single pull of his mouth. “What’s not to like about more money and more power and all that? I ain’t above anything that gives us more of that.”

Raleigh snapped his fingers and held his empty wine glass out to the side. Sly was there in an instant to refill it, and the frog sipped at it again without even glancing in his direction. “Of course, you would think that we should do it. Trust a dog to chase the next easy target like he chases his own tail.”

“Say that again and it’ll be your legs on my plate next!”

King looked over at Clockwerk, who was idly tapping his foot against the floor in thought as he considered the points being made on either side. Whatever the leader’s opinion was, he kept it to himself, leaving the rest of the group to squabble without coming to an immediate resolution. Eventually, the idea was shelved for tomorrow’s fuller discussion, and everyone turned their full attention to their meals. It was clear they all were tired from travel and this evening meeting was only a formality until they could retire for the night.

Out of the corner of his eye, the fireworks master watched Sly Cooper stand silently against the wall as far away from the table and its inhabitants as possible. The stress around the edges of his mask betrayed his carefully-neutral posture every time one of the Five snapped for him to refill their drinks, or clean a spill, or retrieve more food from the cart. It was a yearly routine that he had learned to form himself into, and King resolved to himself to ask the head chef to make the kit’s favorite food in the morning as a subtle recognition of his obedience.

Of course, it was at that exact moment that the routine was disrupted and everything subsequently fell apart.

Clockwerk, who always kept his eyes trained on Sly for as long as the boy was present, had never called him over. Not once in the five years that they had done this annual performance had he ever addressed the raccoon in any way, shape or form except to stare at him with that cold gaze that he had only ever reserved for Conner Cooper. Tonight had been shaping up to be that way as well, right up until the owl suddenly lifted a claw and crooked it towards the child.

All activity stopped. No one uttered a word nor continued to eat as they watched their leader command the boy to approach him without a sound. Sly’s fur puffed up within a single blink, but he didn’t dare disobey. Slowly, he began to shuffle forwards towards the owl, still silent even in his terror.

When they were about a meter apart, Clockwerk turned his talon around in a gesture to stop, and the kit froze. With a calculating tilt of his head, the ancient bird leaned forward until he was so close to the trembling child that one wayward movement from either one would make them touch. The raised claw lifted Sly’s head by his chin.

“He has grown more than usual since last we were here.”

The Panda King removed all traces of emotion from his entire being. It was never a good omen when the owl spoke without outside prompt. “He is thirteen now, as of this morning.”

Clockwerk let out a low, metallic hum. The raccoon remained deathly still under the touch of that talon.

“Damn. Has it really been that long already?” Muggshot asked, really looking the young Cooper over for the first time in the entire meeting. “Dunno how you could tell, boss. He still looks like a scrawny little runt ta me.”

“Everyone looks like a runt next to you, Tony,” Mz. Ruby said, watching the interaction between Clockwerk and Cooper as raptly as King was. It was impossible to read her, as always. “But Clockwerk is right; our little kit has definitely had a growth spurt or two. He hit puberty yet, King?”

“He is in the process, yes.” The panda did not like the sudden gleam in their leader’s eyes. Neither did Sly, who was starting to tremble under the weight of it. “…But I can assure you that he is not ready to join us just yet.”

Four heads turned to look at him, Sly included. Even Clockwerk tilted his gaze sideways towards his right-hand. The question burning in that gaze felt more like a challenge than anything else.

Convince me that he’s not ready, it said. Give me your best excuse, and we shall see if I find it good enough.

“It is true that he is growing faster than usual, but that growth has come at a price.” King’s words were slow and steady, and he was careful to keep his eyes on the ancient bird and no one else. “He has been clumsier as he has struggled to coordinate his longer limbs. Last week he dropped a stack of plates and shattered most of them.”

That was only half true – plates had indeed been shattered, but it had been from a cook’s carelessness as she ran into the boy. In fact, if Cooper hadn’t been the one holding them, they would have lost the entire stack. He had caught many before they could hit the ground.

The only person here who could call out his lie appeared to be wishing he could turn invisible instead. The raccoon’s eyes were squeezed shut; head tilted almost up to the ceiling by the claw at his neck.

“Once Cooper has adjusted to the changes in his body, he will be ready,” King promised. He hesitated only a moment before pushing his luck. “I am certain that will be the case by our rendezvous next year.”

Clockwerk narrowed his eyes, and for several agonizing seconds, it seemed as though he could see through the panda’s indifferent façade straight into his heart. Just when King feared that he would be called out for his weakness, the bird removed his talon from under Sly’s chin and returned to his previous posture at the head of the table.

“Very well. I trust your judgement in this matter, King. If you believe Cooper is not yet ready, then we will wait.” Those burning yellow eyes turned back to the boy who appeared afraid to retreat. “But no more than a year. We do not want him to think he does not have a debt to repay for the courtesy of sparing his life.”

His giant wings nestled in closer to his body, a sign of relaxation, and the raccoon took it as a safe dismissal to finally back away to the wall. His fur was still standing on end down to his tail and he was clearly struggling to maintain his blank expression in the aftermath of the heart-stopping scrutiny. The Panda King turned back to his food, as did everyone else after a few more beats of silence.

They all retired soon after that. He did not dare give Sly Cooper a single glance for the rest of that time.

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Jing looked up at the knock on her door, right before a servant slid it open and gently pushed Sly back into her room. He stumbled forward with an unsteadiness she had never seen before, his face pale under his fur and his hands gripping his elbows so tightly that she was afraid he was hurting himself.

“Sly?” She stood up and rushed over to him, terrified that he had finally been harmed by those scary strangers like he had always feared. “What is wrong? Are you injured?”

When she touched his shoulders, he flinched as if hit and gave a sharp, shaky inhale. “No. I’m okay. I’m okay.”

The trembling of his body under her fingers said otherwise. Carefully, the panda led him over to their blanket fort and steadied him as he slowly sank to his knees to enter it. He was still hunched in on himself and she wondered if there was an injury there.

“Please don’t lie, xiǎo gē,” she pleaded, starting to gently pull his arms out so she could make sure he wasn’t hiding anything he shouldn’t be. “I want to help you, but I cannot do that if you lie.”

The raccoon grimaced, eyes squeezing shut for a long moment. When he finally opened them again to look at her, his shoulders drooped in resignation.

“I’m not hurt, I promise. But you can’t help me with this, Jing. It’s – they’re going to – I’m running out of time.”

She frowned, not understanding his meaning. Sly’s grimace grew deeper and he looked down at the bedding beneath them.

“They’re starting to talk about taking me away,” he murmured. “They think I’ll be old enough to join them. To…work for them. Your dad convinced them to wait a little longer, but it’s…it’s still going to happen soon. Within the year, they said.”

Jing’s breath hitched in her throat. “That is…why would they do such a thing? You do not like them, and they do not like you. I don’t understand.”

“It doesn’t matter that they don’t like me. They think I owe them for letting me live.” The raccoon wrapped his arms around his knees and drew them up to his chest. “They’re going to make me do horrible things for them, and if I refuse, or I mess up, then they’ll just – they’ll –”

He swallowed. She did not ask for clarification.

“I don’t know what to do.” His confession came out as a whisper as he buried his face into his knees. “There’s no way for me to escape this place, no matter how much we try. They’re going to take me away. I’ll be trapped like this until I die.”

The panda felt tears welling up in her eyes and blinked them away before they could fall. Crying wouldn’t help her friend when he was already in despair. She wracked her mind, desperately trying to think of how to help him in the face of such a terrible fate.

A plan came – one that they had always considered impossible, but now seemed like his only option.

“…Not if you leave tonight,” she whispered back, as if afraid that saying it out loud would bring her father to the door. “We could do it tonight.”

Sly lifted his head to stare at her, looking shocked by the very idea. There were stains on his cheek fur. “I thought – that’s too dangerous, Jing. For both of us. We can’t risk –”

“It is very dangerous,” the girl admitted, “but what other choice do we have? It is the only time that my father lets his guard down, but if we wait until next year, it is very likely they will simply come and take you immediately. They will expect you to run in your last few days here, but not right now. And – and I am willing to take the risk for you, Sly.”

He swallowed, seemingly torn by her reason versus his terror of being caught escaping with all of the scary guests visiting. Eventually, the realization that his fate would be unchangeable within a year if he did not take the leap now finally won out, because he gave a shaky nod. She did not smile as they crawled out of their fort together, for there was no reason to; this was not a victory until he had gotten away forever.

The raccoon stood behind her as she carefully opened her door and peeked her head out. A staff member was waiting at attention, as she knew would be the case. Someone was always there to retrieve things for her during these times to ensure she had no reason to leave the safety of her room.

“Excuse me?” She asked him in a timid voice, making her eyes big and pleading like what she knew worked with her father. “Can you please find me something to eat?”

The servant nodded and walked off, leaving the hall blessedly empty. Jing felt Sly wriggle forward under her arm to listen for the man’s retreating footsteps and anyone who might be incoming. When he confirmed it was safe, they both crept out and tiptoed off.

At every corner they came across, they would both stop short of it so that the raccoon could make sure there was no one ahead. They made slow but steady progress this way – waiting out distant sound, hiding wherever they could to avoid approaching staff, and keeping their senses sharp for signs of the Panda King’s guests.

The entrance at the base of the fortress was the only official way in and out, and it was always watched over carefully by a dozen armed men. With the Fiendish Five present, however, that number had been dropped to four. All were still alert and attentive, which would normally make slipping through impossible.

But Jing had another ace up her sleeve; one she had discovered just a few short weeks ago on one of her outings. A series of vents ran through the entire statue to heat it during the coldest months. Most were only connected to two or three rooms at most, and did not have an external exit. There was a single place, however, that did do such a thing – she had watched a group of guards standing under it as they smoked, letting the smog drift up and through the small opening to the outside. It was small and very high up, and Jing didn’t know exactly where it led out, but it was the only option they had.

All four men were standing just inside the entrance and staring outwards. No one thought to look behind them, because there was no reason to. Even so, the panda was as careful as she could be with every step she took, following Sly’s exact path as he crept to the single vent that would be his way out.

When they reached the wall it sat in, they shared a glance and came to the same conclusion. Jing was still a little shorter than the raccoon, but she had filled out considerably in other ways and could easily carry him. She did so now, helping him scramble up her back and onto her shoulders where he stretched his arms in an effort to grab the vent’s grating. It wasn’t quite enough; he was still a few centimeters short.

Gingerly, hyper-aware of the guards right around the corner, the panda grabbed Sly’s ankles and began to lift him higher. He wobbled at first, which made her wobble, which nearly toppled them, but then he found his balance and corrected himself before disaster struck. His fingers found the vent and he pulled out the makeshift lockpicks he had created out of a few of her hairpins, starting to pick at each individual screw in the grating.

All too soon and yet an eternity later, he was able to remove the cover and carefully opened it. With a single glance downward to give her warning, the raccoon crouched and jumped out of her hold and into the vent. His lower body wriggled wildly as he fought to pull himself inside the rest of the way. The entire time, Jing wrung her hands and listened for oncoming footsteps, terrified that they had made too much noise and would be found out.

But no one came, and Sly made it into the vent. She watched as he turned around to close the cover behind him – impossibly small in an already small space – and gave a shaky smile when he pressed his palm against the grate in a silent goodbye. He disappeared out of sight, completely silent as he headed towards the outside.

And that was that.

Jing headed back the way she’d came, trying to be mindful of every trick Sly had used to sense others and avoid detection. The elation that she’d just helped her best friend escape his prison was overwhelming. It overrode all the other messy emotions she was still avoiding about her father and the entire situation, and she couldn’t help beaming with pride at what she had just accomplished.

She was just turning into the hall where her room was when a different kind of thought occurred to her.

When her father and his guests realized that Sly was gone – hopefully not until tomorrow, when he’d have plenty of time to run away – they would be searching everywhere for him. Her father would be furious with her if he learned that she had helped, and he would probably not let her outside again for weeks after the guests left. Going outside was her favorite thing in the world; she couldn’t bear the idea of losing her best friend for probably forever and then immediately being trapped in the fortress until her father’s wrath finally subsided.

Everyone was supposed to be asleep by now. Surely it wouldn’t hurt to visit one of the big windows before she returned to her room. One last glimpse of the mountain before she was in trouble for the rest of her life.

Mind made up, Jing turned the opposite corner and headed instead for the observatory at the top of the statue. It didn’t take very long to get there as she found she didn’t have to avoid anyone the entire time; these halls were strangely empty of both guards and staff, even for this time of night. Instead of unnerving her, however, it only made her certain that fate was smiling down on her and wanted her to reach her destination.

When she finally crept into one of the two rooms that made up the observatory, the panda ran straight for the giant windows at the other end, where she pressed her nose up against the cold glass so that she could stare down at her father’s territory. It was always active down there no matter the hour, and she could see tiny people moving under the glow of spotlights. It was like watching ants, and the thought made her giggle.

A sudden, strange feeling went down the back of her neck. A foreboding sense of danger, as though she were being watched, and Jing turned around with her heart pounding in her chest; afraid that her father had caught her where she was not supposed to be. When she looked, though, there was nothing in the doorway, and no one else in the shadowed room.

Still feeling uneasy, she slowly looked back out the window, past the lights and buildings to the dark mountain beyond. She couldn’t see Sly from here no matter how hard she squinted, which she supposed was the point. He needed to be very sneaky indeed if he was going to escape. She wondered if he had made it past the outer wall to the trees yet.

It hit her, then, that she would probably never see him again. He would run away and never come back, and he’d finally be able to live his own life, but that meant he would no longer be in hers. Tears grew in her eyes and fought to fall past her eyelashes. She kept them trapped because she was supposed to be mature, and to cry over someone leaving would be incredibly selfish.

“Oh, Sly,” she whispered, leaning her cheek against the window, “I hope you’re safe out there.”

“I believe we both share that sentiment.”

Jing gasped and whirled around as a great shadow fell over her from above. She looked up, and up, and up, until her eyes met those of a burning, terrible yellow. The person – no, the thing – standing in front of her was so tall that its head nearly brushed the high ceiling. Its body looked like nothing she’d ever seen before, all metal and shiny and so, so big. She shrank back, pressed to the glass, and had never felt so small in her life.

The thing tilted its head. “You are Jing King.”

“I…” the girl swallowed. “How – how d-do you know that?”

“I know many things. Despite what your father may think, his home is not as secure as it could be. I have known about you for quite a few years.” The thing let out a sound that Jing thought could be a laugh, before it leaned down towards her until its frightful eyes were all she could see. “What I don’t know, however, is why you seem to think that Sly Cooper is currently outside. Would you care to tell me what I’m missing?”

Jing trembled under the weight of the monster staring her down. She opened her mouth, not knowing what to even say, and found that her voice had fled from her entirely.

“How curious. I had expected my associate’s child to resemble him, but it appears that only extends to the physical. Since you seem to have lost your courage, perhaps someone else can return it.”

The thing lifted its head and opened its beak, letting out a screech that had Jing throwing her arms over her ears in pain. It was loud and metallic and so very ghastly, and for a moment the panda wondered if this thing cornering her was actually an evil spirit. Nothing could make a sound like that – nothing could exist like that – and be of the living.

Within minutes, several pairs of feet came running up into the observatory. The girl couldn’t see them because of the thing blocking her sight of the rest of the room, but she could hear her father’s labored breathing among the rest.

“What’s goin’ on, boss?” A gruff voice called out, sounding the least winded out of all of them. “I ain’t ever heard you screamin’ like that before.”

Jing was so focused on the thing’s eyes that she did not see the giant clawed foot until it clamped around her shoulders. The grip was cold and firm yet somehow gentle, as if it knew exactly how to hold the panda without hurting her. She was pulled away from the window to stand next to the monster, where she saw the rest of the guests that came here every year, all out of breath and looking confused and irritated.

And her father among them, who had just gone very, very still.

“Cooper may no longer be in the fortress,” the monster announced. It was speaking to everyone but was staring at her father. “I found this child wishing him well as she was looking out at Kunlun.”

The Panda King took a halting step forward with his eyes locked on the talon around Jing’s shoulders. “I can send for someone to find him. He was locked in his room for the evening. He should still be there.”

Jing held her breath, shocked by her father’s small lie. Sly never slept in his own room when these people visited; he stayed with her until long after they left, when the nightmares finally stopped. She didn’t understand why the older panda wouldn’t tell them the truth, but she did not dare challenge it in front of the monster.

“It would be much easier to simply ask her, wouldn’t it?” The thing sounded like it was about to make the laughing sound again, but the girl didn’t know what was so funny. “Unfortunately, I have already tried, and she will not tell me what she knows. I think one of you would have better luck.”

Her father took another step forward, steadier this time, but she could see the fear in his eyes even though his face was very stern and angry. The people behind him were watching, and something about them was almost as scary as the monster.

“Jing,” her father started, very quiet with a tone she’d never heard from him, “Tell me why you are out of your room, and where Sly is.”

She stared up at him, feeling eyes on her from everywhere and suddenly afraid in a way she’d never experienced before. These were the ones who had hurt her best friend; who he was so scared of that he had risked the harsh mountain at night just to get away. If she told them the truth, then they would hurt him again.

Jing didn’t answer.

“Daughter,” the Panda King said, even quieter than before, and he kneeled in front of her to put his hands on her shoulders, in the space between where the giant claws sat and her bare neck. “You must tell me. It is the most important thing I will ever ask of you.”

Jing didn’t know if the way she was shaking was from her own body or her father’s hands. He looked at her as though it would be the last time that they’d ever see each other. She felt the talons squeeze very lightly against her skin as if to encourage her instead of scare her.

“I…I’m scared, father,” she whispered, hoping that the monster could not hear her. “What is going to happen if I tell you?”

“Everything is going to be alright.” One hand reached up to cup her cheek, and this time she knew for sure that it was him who was trembling so terribly. “Please, qiān jīn. Do this for me, and I will take care of things.”

The girl stared at him. He looked as afraid as she felt, but there was also the promise of safety in his gaze. He would fix things, surely. He would protect her, and Sly, and not let these people harm them.

She trusted her father. She had to. She still believed he was different.

“I helped him leave the fortress,” Jing said, not looking away from him even as the claws around her shifted at the confession. “He wanted to leave, so I helped him. He is not going to come back.”

The talons squeezed, so sudden and painful that the young panda cried out, before releasing her entirely and pushing her into her father’s waiting arms. She pressed her face against his shoulder as he enveloped her as completely as he could.

“I suggest you take your daughter back to her room and then return here immediately, Panda King.” The monster’s voice was icy with fury. “We have a very short window of time to fix this mistake, and I will not let the sentimentality of others ruin that.”

Jing’s panicked breathing hitched as her father picked her up for the first time in years. He held one hand to the back of her head to keep her face tucked away as he left the observatory, but she could still hear one of the others jeering at their backs.

“This is what happens when you show mercy to children, King! Even the bloody waif knew to exploit you for it!”

The Panda King did not respond, nor did he say anything to his daughter as he hurried away. He did not put her down all the way back to her room, and she could feel the haste of his wide, quick strides. When they finally arrived, he set her carefully down just inside the doorway, looked her up and down very briefly for injury from the monster’s claws – her arms were bruised beneath her fur, but the skin had not been broken anywhere – and then shut the door without another word. She didn’t even have the chance to say anything before she heard the clink of him locking her in from the outside, and then he was gone.

Jing stood there, stunned by everything that had just happened and struggling to process it. She shivered, still feeling the touch of that freezing metal, and then shivered again as she realized Sly had to face the monster every single year.

The monster.

It had been so angry over what she’d done. Her father was very strong, but he had seemed so scared, and she was suddenly unsure whether he would be able to win if they fought each other. If the panda won, then Sly would be safe, but if the monster won, then what would happen?

The chill was still in her body and her heart was practically in her throat, but Jing forced shaking hands up to her hair, where several tiny pins had been stuck just out of sight. She had promised her brother that she would help him escape, and she had to make sure she didn’t break that promise even if she didn’t know how. She would just have to take things one step at a time.

Growing up with someone like Sly meant that she had learned things. He had taught her how to get herself out of trouble, and no one had ever suspected that Jing could do any of the things that he could. It had worked to their advantage before; it would work for her now.

A locked door was child’s play to the sister of a thief.

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The Panda King returned to the observatory with the speed of a runner and the dread of a man on death row. The Fiendish Five were waiting for him at the window, which had been swung wide open in his absence to let in the cold evening wind. None of them said a word to him, although it was clear that they all wanted to, and instead looked towards their leader, who was perched on the windowsill to stare out at the mountain.

“It seems you’ve lost Cooper.”

King tensed as Clockwerk swiveled his head around to look at him without ever moving the rest of his body.

“I have not lost him,” he said, watching him carefully. “He has escaped.”

“Is it not the same thing? You took responsibility for him, and he has fled from under your care. Of course,” the owl turned his head back towards the open air, voice dangerously unreadable, “if you truly want to argue semantics, it was your daughter who caused this.”

King closed his mouth and glared at his leader’s back. His fingers twitched at his side, wishing desperately to reach for the fireworks stashed under his belt, but he did not dare turn on the ancient bird even if he were not outnumbered by his colleagues.

“Should we continue this argument, or would you prefer to rectify the mistake you’ve let happen?”

“…Let us move on,” the panda replied through gritted teeth. “Allow me to contact my men down below. They will find the boy within the hour; there is no way he has left my territory yet.”

Clockwerk didn’t immediately respond. He had leaned forward to study the compound, and the windowsill creaked under his weight. When he finally spoke, it was razor sharp with triumph.

“No need.” His wings began to unfold from his body. “I have already found him.”

The owl launched off of his perch and into the air, leaving the rest of the Five to rush to the open window to watch. King tracked his movement with a terrible sense of foreboding.

“How much you wanna bet he’s gonna kill the kid?” Muggshot said as he elbowed Mz. Ruby in the ribs, making her scowl at him.

“It would be a waste of time if he does,” she growled. “All of us thinkin’ of things for him to do when he finally joins us and then it doesn’t matter in the end. I might as well bring him back as a zombie to get some use out of him.”

Clockwerk was making lazy circles in the air, high above any of the buildings. It went silent for a few moments as they watched their leader hunt. Cooper wouldn’t know he had been found until the owl was already bearing down on him, and by then it would be too late.

“You’ve made yourself look like a fool, you know,” Raleigh hissed at King. “Giving us some bollocks speech about the waif not being ready while he’s slipping out from under your nose. If I had been the one raising him, this never would have happened.”

“If you had raised him, he would cower at the slightest raised hand.” The panda gave him a frigid look, aware that now was a dangerous time to throw barbs but needing to turn his anger at a target. “He would have been useless in our line of work.”

The frog’s lips curled up into an awful smile. “Better than him being dead, right?”

Before King could respond, Clockwerk finally dived. Everyone fell into a hush. The bird disappeared farther out than expected, somewhere just inside the northern wall of the compound. When he came up again, he was clutching something small and struggling between his talons. Clockwerk rose into the sky, higher and higher until he was nearly eye-level with the fortress.

Then he dropped his cargo.

The cry that rang out across the air was young and terrified. King watched in horror as Cooper went plummeting. He was too far away to see his face, but it did not take any imagination to picture it; Clockwerk had employed this technique many times with many enemies. It was one of his favorites for the disorientation and torment it caused.

Just as it looked like the boy was going to hit one of the temple roofs, the owl swooped down and plucked him right out of the sky. Cooper went silent again, but they could all see the way he kicked and flailed in the iron hold. Clockwerk lifted his prisoner high into the air a second time.

King closed his eyes before he could see the second drop. It did nothing to tune out the second scream.

When ancient bird caught Cooper again, he dropped down out of sight, right where he’d first dove after the raccoon in the midst of his escape attempt. The Five shared confused looks, unsure of why he hadn’t just returned to the fortress now that his fun was seemingly over. Just as Mz. Ruby began to lift her hands in an effort to contact their leader telepathically, a sound stopped her instantly and made King’s blood turn to ice.

It was not a shriek. It was not even a scream. It could only be described as a wail that tore across the compound, so loud that the panda’s employees all stopped in their tracks below to look for the source of it. It went on and on and on, rising in pitch and agony in an impossible climb.

And then it cut off in a chilling finality, leaving the world silent with horror in its aftermath.

Clockwerk lifted into the air for the third and final time, heading towards the observatory with a limp body in his claws. The Five did not speak another word until he landed and laid the bloody form of Cooper onto the floor among them.

King was no stranger to the atrocities committed against children. He had killed many in his efforts to build a ruthless reputation, and never once had he flinched away from it – not even after the birth of his little girl. But there was a stark difference between cruelty with a purpose and cruelty for sport, and he had never found satisfaction in torture even to his enemies.

The sight that gripped him now – this child with wide, unseeing eyes and blood leaking from his mouth, his chest torn from one shoulder to opposite hip by three colossal, hideous slashes – was not one he would wish on his worst.

“If you want Cooper to survive, I suggest he get medical attention,” Clockwerk said, emotionless, as he stalked off without another glance at either his motionless team or the motionless boy. His bloodied talons left a red trail across the floor all the way to his exit.

It was Muggshot who picked the boy up, the gentlest they had ever seen him act, and began to carry him out of the room. “King, you gotta first aid kit somewhere around here?”

“I – have an infirmary,” he stumbled on the words only once before finding his steel again. “I will take you there.”

They walked out as a group, each silent for very different reasons. Well, perhaps not all that different – the bulldog had a pensive pinch to his brows that mirrored King’s own face – but he did not assume mercy from any of them. What had happened tonight was a natural consequence of crossing the owl, no matter how gruesome it was, and they had known those consequences for as long as they’d been a team.

The Panda King’s personal medical staff was exceptionally trained and exceptionally loyal. They did not panic at the arrival of Cooper bleeding out in Muggshot’s arms, nor did they ask questions as they found him a bed and began working to save his life. The canine was directed elsewhere to wash the blood off his body, and the remaining members of the Five were ushered out of the infirmary to give the team space to work.

“Raleigh.”

Clockwerk’s voice from down the hall startled all of them; they had not seen him there among the shadows. He extended a claw still covered in red towards the frog.

“Come with me. We need to talk.”

Raleigh didn’t question it or even hesitate. He hopped off after his leader, throwing a single sneer over his shoulder at King as a final reminder of his utter disdain over the situation. They both disappeared out of sight, leaving the panda alone with Mz. Ruby.

“You really fucked this one up, cher,” she told him. It was matter-of-fact, with no inflection in her voice to betray her real thoughts. “You’ll be lucky if he lets you join a job within the next year.”

“I am well aware.”

“Cooper ain’t gonna be able to hide behind you after this.”

“He will not.”

The alligator squinted at him. Just as she was hard to read, so now was he. Eventually she sighed and gave up on the scrutiny with a shrug. “Well, here’s hopin’ you don’t get kicked off the team entirely. You’re the only one worth good company, far as I’m concerned.”

He stared down the opposite hall in the direction of the observatory and didn’t respond. Truth be told, the possibility had already crossed his mind. It would not be a blessing if the Five decided to cut ties – either he would be killed for the knowledge he carried out of fear of betrayal, or they would take something precious from him to keep him in line for the rest of his days. He did not need to put much thought into what that would be.

“Never seen Tony so shaken up,” Mz. Ruby changed the subject, seemingly callous to his inner turmoil. “Didn’t think he still had a heart inside that big muscled –”

The way she suddenly cut herself off caught his attention, right before the sound of tiny, rushed footsteps appeared and the door behind him slid open. He turned around just in time to catch the tail end of his daughter’s nightgown as she disappeared into the infirmary.

“Mā de!” He swore, hurrying in after her while Mz. Ruby remained motionless in the hall. “Jing! Do not go in there!”

But it was too late. He stopped in the doorway at the sight of her, frozen, standing at the foot of Cooper’s bed. The boy had been bandaged thoroughly, but blood was already seeping in through his dressings and he was laying slack and unconscious, dead to the world around him.

“Sly!” His daughter sobbed, falling to her knees at the end of the bed. Her hands hovered over the raccoon without touching him, and that restraint was the only reason he did not immediately remove her. “I’m so sorry, Sly! I’m so sorry!”

“Jing.”

She cried harder at King’s voice, shaking her head furiously against a request he had not even asked yet. “No! I won’t leave him! You cannot make me!”

The older panda hesitated. He glanced backwards once, where his colleague stood with her back to him – standing guard in an unspoken agreement until he solved the problem he had found himself in.

“Jing, you must leave him be.” He tried again, careful to keep his tone calm in the face of her despair. “He needs rest if he is to recover.”

She shook her head a second time and looked up at him. “What happened? What did they do to him?”

King could not find an easy answer. He remained silent. It was the wrong thing to do when she shakily got to her feet to face him fully with her hands balled into fists.

“Tell me, Father!” The girl cried. Anger began seeping into the grief. “What did that monster do? Why didn’t you stop them? Why – why are you so calm?!”

“You would not understand.” It was all he could say in the face of her accusations. Nothing would quell her furious judgement in this state. She would not believe him even with the truth. “Please, return to your room where you will be safe. I will let you know when he wakes.”

Jing glared at him with more venom than he had thought her capable of holding. She trembled head to toe in rage; a startling mirror image of the boy he used to be, who had once directed that poison at the nobles who had looked down on him. He drew a breath, shaken by the comparison, but before he could explain that it had been to save her life, she was already running past him out of the room.

He followed her out to the hallway and watched her flee in the direction of her room, hoping that she would come to realize the reasons for his actions on her own. Beside him, Mz. Ruby clicked her tongue in a way that could mean either disapproval or sympathy.

“She’s gonna remember this night for the rest of her life,” the mystic warned as he stared after his daughter but did not follow. “Them childhood scars last forever.”

King shook his head. “Not her. She is different from us. Loving and forgiving.”

“Here’s hopin’, cause otherwise you’re just perpetuatin’ that cycle all over again. Same as it ever was.”

He hoped desperately that she was wrong, but he found that he did not have much faith. There had never been a prediction by Mz. Ruby, supernatural or not, that had not turned out exactly as she promised.

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Sly Cooper remained bedridden for two weeks. He woke up sporadically and only for minutes at a time, and his health wavered on the brink more than once as the medical team did everything in their power to stabilize him.

Within that time, Mz. Ruby and Muggshot returned to their respective territories to further their criminal exploits while waiting for further news. Raleigh remained both a constant guest of King and a constant visitor of Cooper. Clockwerk came and went periodically – never once checking in on the raccoon but always keen to hear updates of his condition.

Near the end of the second week, when the boy’s injury-induced fever broke and it was clear he would pull through, the owl disappeared for four days and returned with a large, unusual safe, which he placed in one of the observatory rooms – along with a single slip of paper holding the code to it, which he gave to King with no explanation except to keep the code well-protected and to never open the safe. The panda took it without complaint or question, painfully aware of the precarious state of his leader’s trust in him.

When Sly began to awaken for longer periods of time, cognizant of his surroundings, Clockwerk cornered the Panda King outside the infirmary with the Cooper cane in his talons. How he had found it when King had never shared the knowledge of where it was hidden in the fortress was another thing he dared not ask about.

“Once Cooper is able to move on his own again, Sir Raleigh will take him with him when he leaves. Cooper will work for us from now on. You will tell him this yourself.”

The owl paused, waiting for potential protest. King supplied none.

“Make no mistake, Panda King; this was fated to happen eventually. If not to you, then to any of the others. It may yet happen again. The Coopers have always had such a troublesome habit of crawling their way out of what they deserve.” His eyes were warm like molten lava as he held the cane up to study it. “But in the end, fate always catches up to them. It will be no different for this one.”

The fireworks master did not say a word. Clockwerk was never finished with his musings when one first expected it.

“I must admit, the only part of all of this that caught me by surprise was you. I knew of your child from the day she was born, but I had assumed it would not affect the way you handled yourself. You certainly had me fooled for longer than I would like to admit. I suppose that is just as much on me as it is on you. I know the trappings of empathy on the average man, and I did not look hard enough for the signs in you. That being said…”

He loomed over the panda, all pretenses of a non-threat gone in an instant.

“If you ever jeopardize the plan I have in place for the very last Cooper, I will burn down your precious fireworks factory from within until you have nothing left. I will ruin your criminal reputation so thoroughly that even the pettiest of thieves will scoff at the idea of working with you. I will destroy everything you built in a fraction of the time it took for you to make it. And then, at the very end, I will tear your precious daughter limb from limb while you are helpless to stop me.”

The Panda King held perfectly still under his leader’s promise. He did not shake. He did not even breathe. All that existed was Clockwerk and the horror that was his very existence.

“Do we have an understanding, Panda King?”

“…Yes,” he said, thinking of a bloody mess of fur that was not gray but instead black and white. “Yes, we do.”

“Excellent.” The owl backed off and pointed the cane towards the infirmary door. “Let us visit our disobedient child, then, shall we? I believe we have kept him waiting long enough.”

King entered the room with Clockwerk right behind him, feeling just as much a hostage as the boy sitting in bed. Sly’s eyes widened straight out of tiredness the instant he saw the ancient bird, and he began to tremble. The blanket around his lap he clutched high against his bandaged chest as if it could shield him from further harm.

“Sly Cooper,” the panda began slowly, feeling rather than seeing his leader settle in a corner of the room to watch. “The doctors have told me that you are recovering well, and are no longer at risk of death. They estimate that you will be able to leave this place within another week.”

The raccoon’s gaze remained locked on Clockwerk. There was no indication he had even heard the words spoken to him.

“Sly,” he said, harsher than intended, but it finally pulled the child’s attention towards him. “Once that milestone is reached, you will no longer live here in Kunlun. Sir Raleigh will take you for the foreseeable future.”

“Take me…?” Sly whispered, hoarse and confused and clearly struggling to connect the dots in the midst of his pain and fear. His eyes darted back and forth between King and Clockwerk; the former saw the exact moment realization set in.

“W-Wait. King, wait,” he pleaded, sounding every bit his age instead of the front he often put up. “I can’t – I’m not ready!”

“He will wait until you are well enough to travel.”

“That’s not what I meant! You know it’s not what I meant!”

The panda did not close his eyes in his attempt to block out the stressed pleading in the other’s voice. He remained the perfect representation of stoicism. There was nothing else he could be under the watchful eye of the ancient thing in the room.

“Rules have been established in anticipation of this change,” he finally continued when he was certain his voice wouldn’t waver. “You will follow every order given to you by all of us. You will not attempt to sabotage our work in any way. If you are ever questioned by outside forces, you will not share any details about us. If you are separated from us for any reason, you will endeavor to return to us immediately so we do not think you have tried to escape again.”

“No…no, no, I can’t do this! Please tell them I’m not ready yet!”

Sly was so beside himself with fear that he seemed to have forgotten Clockwerk’s presence entirely as he begged for more time When he made a move as if to climb out of bed, King lunged forward and pressed his hand flat against the raccoon’s collar bone with his thumb sitting just above his bandages.

The boy froze. There were tears in his eyes.

“It is not up to me anymore!” The Panda King’s voice rumbled through the room, loud and angry. “You did a terribly stupid thing and must face the consequences. We have all decided that if you are so ready to risk your life to flee, you are also ready to work for us.”

Sly was actively crying now. He searched King’s face – the man who had spared him from death, who had trusted him with his own child, who he had finally, finally started to trust on some level even if it was clear he would never fully forgive him.

He looked at him, searching for any kind of compassion.

And found none.

The raccoon slumped back against the bed, and the panda removed his hand. It was obvious to both of them that the fight had left him. The reality of his situation had fully set in.

“You will stay here and recover,” King said as he stood up to leave. “And next week, you will be a member of the Fiendish Five.”

Sly looked away as the man headed for the door. He didn’t turn his head even when he stopped in the doorway. The panda wanted to apologize for everything he’d done. Everything he didn’t do. He wanted to promise that Jing would see him one last time before he left, even if that was a promise that he wouldn’t be able to keep.

He wanted to say many things, but he didn’t dare in the presence of his leader. Instead, he walked out of the infirmary with all the steadiness of the heartless crime lord that Sly would now see him as.

Clockwerk did not come out with him. He remained in the room for quite some time afterwards, and when he finally left as well, the Cooper cane was no longer with him.

“If he escapes again, he will return to try to steal back the Thievius Raccoonus from each of us. I have already informed the rest of the Fiendish Five about this. It is a courtesy that I am telling you now.” His eyes burned as he stared at King. “If he is caught by us or arrested in the meantime, that will be considered failure, and we will kill him for it.”

“And…if he succeeds?”

Clockwerk was not capable of smiling. But somehow, looking at him now, the panda could tell that he was.

“He won’t. I have already ensured that.”

With the finality of that statement in place, the owl walked off, leaving King with a deep-seated uneasiness that he would never be able to expel.

Just over a week later, as predicted, Sly was considered healthy enough for travel. He swayed on his feet, leaning heavily on his father’s cane just to remain upright, but it did not concern Raleigh in the slightest as he stood beside him and said his goodbyes to the fireworks master.

“Oh, don’t look so glum!” The frog jeered, pinching the boy’s cheek in a mockery of affection. “I’m not taking you to your death. Only a lifetime of servitude! Think of it as switching custody with a new guardian!”

Sly flinched under the touch and tried to pull away, but Raleigh kept hold of him with a snarl. The raccoon looked up at King one last time; one last plea for him to change his fate before everything changed forever.

The Panda King felt cold yellow eyes on him from afar, and turned his back instead.

He regretted it six months later, when he was finally allowed to work with Sly again and saw a dark bruise ringing his masked face. He regretted it the year afterwards, as the begging in the raccoon’s eyes slowly changed to a burning, constant hatred towards him. He regretted it for every mission where the boy was forced to do more heinous crimes under colleagues who were either indifferent or gleeful about it.

He regretted it all the way to the news of Muggshot’s arrest, where the first spark of hope ignited for the young Cooper in a long time. And then he regretted it again, not long after that, sitting on the floor of his daughter’s room as he told her every shameful detail of the last six years and his part in cultivating it.

Most of them had come from broken lives, falling into the criminal world because it was the only place that accepted them for everything that they were. But Sly Cooper’s life had been broken by them and then shattered completely when he was forced into that dark world against his will, playing a game he could not win, all on the whims of a creature who saw him as nothing more than the name that he carried.

And no matter the circumstances behind it, the Panda King would carry that regret for the rest of his life.

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A/N: HAPPY EARLY NEW YEAR

In celebration, how about the biggest chapter in the entire fic? Hopefully it was worth the wait! I've been waiting ages to reach this point, almost more excited for it than the reveal chapter. Lots of things finally understood, and perhaps a few more lingering questions....

Now that the holidays are over, I should be back into a weekly posting schedule (knock on wood). Only six chapters left!

#sly cooper #carmelita fox #clockwerk #fanfiction #the lines we cross

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Brainrotting over Stranger Things quickly devolves into a lunatic’s manifesto more at eight

Sorry I've been so inactive with the clan gen blog and such. My mom finally got me to watch stranger things and i’m so hooked now it’s not even funny. I’ve been watching one episode every day and since all the Stranger Things confession blogs have been dead in the water for years i’m just going to obsess here if that’s okay okay thank you

At the time of writing this i’m like,,,, halfway through season two I think? I’m at the ep where they rescue Hopper from the DEATH PUMPKIN FARM (Trademark) So no spoilers for anything after that please

(Also these are my own opinions and also i’m only halfway through the show so they are subject to change. Also I might exaggerate my feelings to get my point across okay okay thank you)

ANYWAY>

I actually watched the first two episodes a good few years back and even back then I instantly fell in love with Barbara, and now I’ve fallen in love all over again and i’m NOT embarrassed to say that she is my FAVORITE and the BEST Stranger Things character ever and NOBODY compares. I was really sad when she died she’s so pretty and responsible and she had so much potential :((((

Idk if this is a hot take or not but am I the only one who thinks Jonathan and Steve are both terrible lmao. Like I get that the show WANTS you to root for Jonathan cause he’s the nice guy who’s buwwied and who’s so much bedder than Steve the fucking meanie but when I was watching that I was like NO??? JONATHAN TOOK PICTURES OF HIS CRUSH HAVING SEX WITHOUT HER PERMISSION AND WHEN HE WAS CONFRONTED ABOUT IT HE WENT “B-b-b-but you were being the real you and I thought that was nice 🥺” AND THEN SHE JUST FORGAVE HIM????? I literally couldn’t give less of a shit that he was in a rough place with his brother missing either THAT IS CREEP BEHAVIOR. Like I get that he’s become a better person since then but it’s just so,,,, ICKY.... that I can’t get over it.

On to Steve, him breaking Jonathan’s camera is literally his only W so far he’s just,,,, SO,,,,, FUCKING,,,,, MORONIC,,, I literally wanted to punch the screen during the Halloween party bathroom scene. Like WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU STEVE LOOK AROUND YOU. Nancy was DRUNK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND MOURNING HER DEAD FRIEND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND FORCED TO KEEP IT A SECRET FROM THAT FRIEND’S PARENTS WHO ARE SELLING THEIR HOUSE TO HIRE PEOPLE TO SPEND THE REST OF THEIR LIVES LOOKING FOR A DAUGHTER WHO THEY DON”T EVEN KNOW IS DEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And you’re only response to all of that is “Y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-you don’t love me??? 🥺” My mom said that he gets the piss kicked out of him every season and to that I say GOOD!!!!! Knock some sense into that entitled arrogant blowhard lmao

The worst part is that this all could have been avoided if Nancy just smartened up and dated Barb, the only reasonable option, from the start /hj

Like...Nancy...sweetie...I love you...but for FUCKS sake stop letting these guys string you along and walk all over you oh my god

Sorry I just have VEEERY strong opinions on love triangles most of the time I can be normal go ahead stick your fingers between the bars of my cage I won’t bite i’ll be good

Anyways I also love Eleven she’s so sweet and I love her hair :)

Hopper is cool but he also pisses me off sometimes

Why does Will look like 3 years younger than Mike Dustin and Lucas

Maybe i’m too empathetic but Joyce falling apart when Will was missing was so sad and just the vibes alone from the first season took my breath away. Winona Ryder is so FUCKING GOOD YUM YUM YUM

Dustin’s cat Mew Mew looked a little too much like my cat so when it showed Dart eating it I was like AAAAAAAAAAA WHYYYY DDDDDD:

Max is so annoying she switches up so fast and then switches back even faster it’s like MAKE UP YOUR MIND like I thought i’d like her but no

Why am I feeling so strongly about this funny little mystery show what is this feeling what has mother done to me

#stranger things #netfix #insanity #barbara holland #nancy wheeler #steve harrington #jonathan byers #Help me I literally looked back after typing this out and thought what the fuck lmao #i've never felt so strongly about something in my life #crying pissing shitting

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hattrickprincess · 8 months

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abo pt 4

Kylian spends the night again, and Neymar takes him home the day after. There's a slight awkwardness in the air, that naturally comes with two friends agreeing to make more of their relationship. Neymar doesn't dwell on it, kisses Kylian's cheek goodbye and asking him to call him if anything happens.

Kylian does that night, at 2 a.m. The omega had a nightmare, and called him crying. Neymar knows he could've reassured him on the phone, stayed on call with him until he finally calmed down and went back to sleep. But Neymar has never been able to be reasonable when it comes to Kylian.

He stays on the phone with him as he drives back the 35minutes journey to Paris. He doesn't tell Kylian, because he know the younger would ask him not to come and feel guilty.

Which is exactly what happens when he gets there.

"Neymar there's someone at my door !" he hisses into the phone.

"I know anjo. It's me."

The omega makes a sound and Neymar hears shuffling before the door bursts open.

"Neymar ? What are you doing here ?"

"I knew you wouldn't let me come if I told you I was." Neymar smiles sheepishly. "May I come in ?"

Kylian ushers him in and leans against the door once it's closed. His eyes are on the floor and he's blushing.

"I'm so sorry. I keep troubling you. I-"

"Kylian. I am here because I want to. I couldn't possibly sleep with you being distressed. I needed to see you."

"It was just a nightmare, I don't know why I'm acting like such a child-"

Neymar approaches him, puts both hands on his shoulders.

"Kylian, there's nothing childish about ptsd."

The omega's eyes finally meet his, and they're glossy, glazed with unshed tears.

Neymar needs to figure out a way to keep tormenting Mathieu. One way or another.

Kylian shyly hugs him, and Neymar strokes his hair. They stay like that for a while, until the sourness that tinged his vanilla scent slowly fades. When the omega leans back, his eyes are droopy again. Neymar coos.

"Sleepy ?"

Kylian nods, adorable pout forming on his lips. He takes Neymar's hand and leads him to his room and Neymar realizes with a startle this is the first time he's ever entered it. In all their friendship years, whenever he came to Kylian's, he'd stay in the living room with the other guests. An omega's room was a sacred place, a nest and it took immense trust for them to allow someone, especially an Alpha, in. Neymar finds out why the second Kylian opens the door. The smell of vanilla and caramel is pungeant, and makes Neymar stop in the doorway. All of his senses are on fire, his Alpha rumbling deep, and it takes immense self-control to not let his thoughts wander to inapprorpriate territories. Kylian halts as well, looks at him.

"Are you okay ?"

"Yeah" Neymar croaks. He clears his throat and smiles at Kylian in a way that he hopes looks reassuring.

"Yeah, I was just admiring the interior design."

Kylian seems to realize then.

"Oh right ! You've never been here before."

Neymar shakes his head and he feels a pang of jealousy at the idea of other Alphas entering his- the omega's nest.

"Well ?" Kylian smiles shyly "What do you think ?"

Neymar takes some time to look over the room. It's neat, decorated in shades of dark blue and cream, a small lava lamp is casting orange hues, drenching it in a soft glow. It's so cozy. Neymar smiles at the French flag adorning the wall, and the Real Madrid and PSG scarves pinned to it.

"It's so...you." he smiles at Kylian who's now laying on the bed, watching him look around. Neymar stops in front of a shelf where there are a few pictures laid out. He looks back at Kylian, silently asking permission and Kylian nods, smiling softly.

There are pictures of him with his parents and brothers, who Neymar once saw at a mutual friend's wedding, pictures of him with Achraf and Brice, and Neymar sunnily smiles at a framed selfie of the two of them, the first one they ever took together.

"Ethan was such a cute kid" he says as he joins him on the bed.

"Still is." Kylian's smile is always so soft at the mention of his brother, and it makes him melt. "Did I tell you he presented recently ?"

Neymar's surprised. "He did ?!"

"Yeah" Kylian chuckles "he's a Beta. Figured it out on his own, told us in the groupchat."

Oppositely to Alphas, who got into rut, and Omegas, who got into heat, Betas' only got a slight fever and a change of smell. Nothing that was drastic enough to require other people's attention.

"What does he smell like ?"

"Apple and Rasberry. Comfort." Kylian mutters, his eyes droopy and nuzzles into his chest.

"Kylian, I'm not wearing scent blockers..." he should have. Going to an unmated omega's nest for the first time without doinng so isn't cortuous. His mae would be furious.

"I don't care" Kylian mumbles "you smell nice. I want it on my sheets."

Those words go straight south, and he forces himself to breathe through his nose to not let the growl out.

"What do I smell like ?" he asks jokingly

"Like spicey amber."

Those are the last words he utters before his breathing evens out and he finds sleep. Neymar stays awake for a while afterwards, trying his best to make sense of the past 72 hours. They've been intense, and tiresome, and he thanks the Lord he's on Holiday.

The next day, he wakes up to the smell of bacon and goes straight to the kitchen where Kylian seems to be making breakfast.

"Morning Kyky."

Kylian smiles brightly at him.

"Good morning Ney ! I made pancakes."

They have breakfast together, and Neymar's heart beats faster at the domesticity.

"I'm really sorry for calling you out of the blue." Kylian says sheepishly.

"Stop apologizing. I told you, I came because I wanted to. But I do have a proposition."

Kylian tilts his head. Neymar takes his hand.

"I don't think the nightmares will stop anytime soon. Since you've taken a week leave and I'm on Holiday, how about coming over to my house ? Take some of your clothes with you so you can nest. That way, I can be right there for you if you need anything."

Showing an omega you can provide shelter is considered part of courtship, even if nowadays it's seen as old school. It doesn't stop his wolf from puffing its chest in pride at Kylian's pretty blush.

"I don't want to bother you-"

"Kylian. I'm offering."

Kylian smiles, long lashes casting pretty shadows on his undereyes in the light, and he nods.

"Okay, sounds great. I'll get to hang out with King and Joker even more."

Neymar brings a hand to his chest, an affronted expression on his face.

"You wound me."

Kylian laughs at that and stands up. He rounds the table and drops himself on Neymar's lap, who's still whining about the audacity, the nerve ! His fake indignity turns into a chuckle when Kylian's arm snake around his neck and his fingers start playing with his hair. The omega hides his face in his neck and Neymar's hands settle on his waist.

"Wanna go get ready ?"

Kylian hums in approval but doesn't move. Neymar's heart beats faster, his wolf roars at holding the omega like this. He closes his eyes and basks in the domesiticity.

He can't wait to court the fuck out of Kylian.

To be continue...(next part will be their first actual DATE for fuck's sake)

:((((( i'm in love i need moreeee

#stories anon

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tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang · 2 years

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Hii! I couldnt find your rules post I am sorry... but if your requests are open and if you do write nsfw... May I request something Hot with Hakkaiii please may be with the prompt *Touch me and you loose* ! Hakkai is so shy I wonder how he will get around this prompt and I am leaving everything in your hands!

Thank you and take care!

It is okay if you dont want to write this ;)

*No worries I don't actually have any rules at the moment. Requests are always open i don't write that much NSFW so it's probably not that great but I gave it a shot anyway. Hope it's ok :)*

Touch me and you lose

Hakkai x f reader (Takemichi's sister)

Warnings- NSFW content, masterbation, oral sex, manga spoilers

The wedding reception was full of life as Chifuyu took to the stage, preparing to make his speech to the happy couple. Though Hakkai wasn't even sure that Takemichi and Hinata were paying attention, they were too busy staring lovingly at each other. Probably too caught up in their own happiness at finally being wed to notice their surroundings.

Hakkai breathes a sigh of relief, it was lucky Takemichi was occupied, that way he couldn't notice the way Hakkai kept staring at Takemichi's younger sister.

Y/N was looking particularly good tonight in her elegant new dress which she specifically chose for the wedding. Hakkai had secretly liked her for years now but could never say anything to her about it. And even if he could work up the courage to talk to her it would never work out. She was off limits. He could never betray Takemichi by going for his younger sister, right?

He owes his life to Takemichi, of course he doesn't want to upset him in anyway but he just couldn't get you out of his head. Your shining eyes, your cute smile, the way your dress hugged all your curves leaving practically nothing to the imagination......

Hakkai curses as he feels his trousers grow tighter, now was not the time for this. He quickly excuses himself from the room and finds an empty supply closet for privacy. The door quickly closing behind him as he begins to unbuckle his belt, letting his trousers fall around his ankles. He desperately reaches inside his boxers, stroking himself as he pictures you in your pretty dress, continuing to picture everything he wants to do to you.

Hakkai imagines your moans as he buries his face between your legs, inhaling your scent for a moment before diving in. Eagerly eating your pussy like he hasn't eaten for days. Before slurping up your juices as you come on his tongue over and over again. He imagines the cute faces you would make as he inserts his fingers, making sure to stretch you out nicely, just for him. He can see your face as you gaze lovingly at him, giving him permission to enter you.

"Y/N"

Hakkai let's out a low groan as he increases his strokes, too caught up in his fantasies to notice the door opening.

"Yes?"

Hakkai flinches as he notices you standing in the doorway, carefully watching his every move. His arms flail as he panics while desperately trying to hide himself from you. Hakkai quickly tries to put himself away when a firm hand on his wrist stops him.

"Don't you want some help with that?"

You lick your lips as you take a step towards him, closing the door behind you. Hakkai tries to say no, he tries to tell you that it's wrong, that he shouldn't touch his friend's sister. And especially not at her brother's wedding but the words just won't come out. You frown as you sense his hesitation.

"Are you worried about my brother? It's ok because you won't be touching me, I'll be the one touching you!"

Hakkai says nothing, finding your logic difficult to argue against. Instead he just nods his head, which is all you need to get started.

He watches in disbelief as you trail your fingers down his white button-down shirt covered chest as you lower yourself to your knees. You give him a wink before giving his member an experimental lick, Hakkai letting out a whimper as he silently begs you for more. You smirk as you quickly swirl your tongue from the base to the tip, taking as much of Hakkai in your mouth as you possibly can.

Hakkai gasps as he digs his hands into the wall trying not to buck his hips further into your pretty little mouth. He's already close when he feels your hand reaching up to play with his balls. The added stimulation is too much for him and with a shout he's releasing his load into your mouth. You make sure to swallow every drop before you lick your lips and grin at him.

"See you didn't even have to touch me, Takemichi can't be mad now."

However your grin quickly turns to shock as Hakkai slams you against the wall, desperately kissing you. He'll just have to apologise to Takemichi later....

#tokyo revengers #tokrev #hakkai x you #hakkai x reader #shiba hakkai #tokyo rev #god this was so embarrassing to write how do smut writers constantly do this???

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yutanology · 3 years

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Kids (Prologue)| NCT Dream × Fem!Reader

Warning : cliche, a few cusses, little fluff, possessiveness, NCT Dream being bratty and stubborn. No proofread :(

Synopsis : Y/n somehow ended up helping Mark babysit his stepbrothers for the weekend. That two days of babysitting soon turned into frequent days of her visiting them as they would throw a fit if she wouldn't. When she thought everything would be fine soon, it only became worse as time passed by.

Take note that Mark and Y/n are at the same age(15). 00 line are 7 while Chenle is 6 and Jisung is 5.

"Vroom! Vroom! Vrooom!" Jisung said loudly through his pouted lips. He was sitting on his big toy car, imitating the roaring machine of an actual car.

Behind him was Chenle pushing him on all sides of the wide nursery room to make Jisung feel like he's really driving the car. The younger kid raised both his hands up, enjoying the ride and the room was filled with their cute giggles.

"Hey, slow down. You might get hurt—" Mark immediately cut his own words, replacing it with a loud yelp when the wheels of the car they were riding ran on his toes. "Ahhh!" he instinctively crouched down to hold his toes that were now throbbing in pain.

The duo didn't even bother to look back at him and ask if he's okay cuz they're too entertained to even notice his suffering.

"Y/n, help!" he called out for the female who just entered the room carrying a very hyper Haechan on her arms that she chased around the house for almost half an hour so she could get him to wear his pants.

She had such a great time giving him a bath. Haechan splashed water on her clothes, saying that he wanted her to join him on his bubble bath. Ending him getting her hoodie soaked wet (she took it off and let it dry), thankfully, her shirt was safe.

He wanted to play with her all the time. He doesn't want her to take a break even for a damn minute and he never ran out of some things he'd like to say. Either he makes sense or not, he doesn't care.

She wasn't supposed to be here. She was supposed to be enjoying her time alone at home while it's still weekend but here she is, babysitting her friend's stepbrothers. It just so happened that she met Mark's parents when both of them walked home together yesterday from school.

They had a little chitchat and eventually got along. Then that's when they asked her a favor to help Mark take care of his stepbrothers during the weekend as they won't be able to keep an eye on them because of their busy schedules.

She was about to decline until she heard that they're going to pay her a fair price. Yup, she needed money that's why she agreed with them. Her family is not as rich as the Lees so she can't always get the things she wanted to buy. So in order to be able to, she had to work for it. She got her parent's permission that night, letting her do what she wanted.

"Why? What happened?" she asked Mark, trying to keep Haechan still or he'll fall down but she decided to put his feet on the floor. "Nooo! Carry me! Carry me!" Haechan whined, holding his arms up to her.

She tiredly sighed, picking him up again. She knew the last thing to do to him is to make him upset. He'd cry nonstop and would totally be mad at everyone. She didn't want that. Things would be harder to handle than it already is right now.

"My toes freaking hurt! I don't think I'll be able to stand up." He over exaggerated.

Y/n approached him to check if he's alright then found his toes flamming red. "Oh god, uhm, I'll go get some ice or something. I don't know how to treat that but I hope it would help." she rushed to the kitchen with Haechan still on her arms.

Opening the top of the fridge, she saw an ice pack. She grabbed it and was about to close the fridge when Haechan spotted the fruit popsicles. "I want that." he pointed at the sweet treats that caught his attention.

She reached the first popsicle, "I don't like that. I want the strawberry." then she gave him one. He better not have cavities for eating too much sweets or else she'd be blamed for it.

She helped him get rid of the plastic wrapper, throwing it on the trash bin before letting him eat the fruit popsicle. His eyes almost literally twinkled once the cold strawberry treat touched his tongue. At least, he's happy now.

They both went back to the room, handing Mark the ice pack to help it ease the pain on his poor toes. "Thanks." Mark sighed and she nodded, sitting beside him on the sofa but their eyes are still on the kids just to make sure they're okay.

"Where are your maids? Aren't they supposed to be helping us here?"

"They all went home to their families. Only our cook and our driver are the only workers left here." That explains why she didn't bump into someone else in this house.

Renjun was not so far from them. He's quietly sitting on the carpeted floor attaching puzzle pieces together, focusing on completing the picture into whole. Despite the whole chaos going on around him, he somehow found peace on the corner of the room.

Well, not until he found out that Jeno was chewing on the other puzzle pieces. He's been trying to look at the missing items on his puzzle only to find out that they're with Jeno all the time.

The two kids fought. Renjun was huffing mad while Jeno was crying. Even though he already said sorry, Renjun doesn't seem to forgive him anytime soon for ruining his puzzle that he worked on for hours since this morning.

Mark limped his way to Jeno to calm him down and Y/n took care of Renjun (and Haechan, of course). She was in the middle of a conversation with Renjun when she felt a tug on her shirt.

Looking down, she saw a sleepy Jaemin rubbing his eyes. "I'm sleepy." he said. He must've been worn out from joining Haechan at every trouble he initiated.

"Oh, wait a second." she told him, he silently nodded.

"Haechan, can you please sit here with Renjun for a while?" she carefully put him beside the said boy.

"Huh? But why? Where are you going?" he asked her after he took out the popsicle out of his mouth.

She lifted Jaemin on her arms this time which Haechan frowned at. "I'll just go take him to his room. I'll be back, I promise." She waited him to say something but he stayed silent, glaring at the boy playing her hair, completely unaware of the piercing gaze of his stepbrother.

"Uhm, we'll go now..." she awkwardly informed him before making her way out of the room for the nth time of the day. This time, she's the one unaware of Jaemin sticking his tongue at Haechan to tease him. Before he could stomp his way to him, Y/n was already out of the room with Jaemin, leaving both Renjun and Haechan angry of different reasons.

Throughout the whole time she carried Jaemin to his room, he continued to play with her hair. Twirling silky strands of her hair on his small fingers, droopy eyes slowly closing and his head weighed on her shoulder.

Assuming that he fell asleep, Y/n could only sigh in relief that one of the most chaotic step brothers finally took his rest. After climbing a few more flight of stairs, she reached his room at last. The whole mansion is too big for her liking but she's not the one living here so she can't have something to say to it.

She pushed the door open, laying Jaemin on his queen sized bed then she covered half of his body with his comforters. "Sleep well, Jaemin." she kissed his forehead before she left him and he slept with a smile adorning his lips.

"What took you so long?" Haechan immediately asked her, arms crossed on his chest and his brows still furrowed together. "Haechan, you know how far Jaemin's room is from here. Come on, stop being sulky. I'm already here."

She glanced at Mark reading a book for Jisung, Chenle and Jeno on the table. "Why don't you join them?" Haechan shook his head. "Because I don't want to."

"Aren't you going to take your afternoon nap too?"

"No."

"What about—" he didn't let her finish her words as he stood up and stomped away out of the nursery room. He left her there confused. Renjun who had finally cooled off his anger approached her.

"He's mad at you."

Y/n looked down at him. "I just tucked Jaemin to sleep. Why'd he gotta make a big deal about it?" she asked as if she's talking to herself. Renjun knew the answer but didn't blurt out anything about it instead he held her hand.

"Can we go pick flowers on the garden?" she smiled at him with a nod. "Yeah, sure. Let's go."

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queenshelby · 3 years

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MY BROTHERS FRIEND (PART FIVE)

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warning: SMUT (not as graphic as usual for this final chapter)

Words: 3661

Note: This is the final chapter!

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Out of Time

Just as Ada had left, Tommy finished his glass of Whiskey and looked at the picture of his late wife Grace which was standing on his desk.

But, it wasn’t Grace who appeared in his thoughts at this moment. In fact, Grace hadn’t visited him in his dreams and thoughts for weeks.

Tommy loved Grace and he knew that he would always love her. But could he ever love another woman and let anyone else into his life?

Just as he put the picture down and poured himself another glass of whiskey, he thought about what Ada had said to him. Was he becoming reckless because he was in love with you?

Love was a feeling which scared Tommy. It scared him when he was with Grace and it was scaring him now.

Just as he thought about your first time together, he realised how much he cared about you. Even that first night he met you at the Garrison, he remembered being intrigued by you.

You were much younger than him and Tommy hated the feeling of wanting you regardless. The feeling of want soon became a feeling of need. To him, it was almost like an addiction.

He was reckless, scarifying his business relationship with your father and his brotherly relationship with Finn because he needed you.

He hated to admit it, but Ada was right. He was in love with you.

He looked at the clock and it was ten to eight.

‘Fuck’ he sighed as he took his jacket from behind his seat and walked out of the door.

He quickly made his way to his car, starting the engine in a haste.

It was a ten-minute drive to Polly’s house and he hoped that he would get to you in time.

Ten minutes felt like an eternity and, as he finally arrived, he saw Dr Chen’s car leaving. Was he too late?

Tommy parked the car and ran towards Polly’s front door in a haste.

‘Polly, open up’ Tommy yelled, there was dead silence.

He observed that the curtains were closed but the light was on.

‘Open the fucking door Polly!’ he yelled again as he didn’t receive a response.

After about two minutes, Polly finally opened the door.

‘Thomas’ she said, not really surprised to see him. She knew that Ada was going to tell him.

‘Where is she?’ Tommy asked and, as he didn’t receive an answer, he asked again.

‘Where the fuck is she?’ he yelled as he pushed past Polly and walked through the hallway.

‘Tommy wait’ Polly said, but Tommy was ignoring her as he saw you sitting in the living room.

He ran over towards you and kneeled in front of the armchair you were sitting on.

‘Did you?’ Tommy asked with a deep sigh, taking your hands into his. You could see the raw emotions on his face.

‘I couldn’t’ you said while shaking your head and he let his forehead fall onto your laps, sighing with relief.

‘Why did you not tell me, eh? Why did you not fucking tell me Y/N?’ Tommy asked with a shaky but harsh voice. His eyes were full of pain, something you had never seen in him.

‘I was scared Tommy. I didn’t know what to do’ you said while Tommy looked up at you.

‘Scared about what Y/N? You know I would have taken care of you’ Tommy said, surprised about your response.

‘Thomas, this is not about money. I don’t want a benefactor for me and my child, I want a father. I was scared because I knew that you would never be that. We do not have a future together’ you said, tears running down your face.

‘Perhaps you are wrong Y/N’ Tommy said, wiping the tears from your face with his thumb.

‘Common’ he said as he got up, taking your hand.

‘Common where Tommy?’ you asked, still shook by your emotions. You knew that you would have the leave the following day, as instructed by your father.

‘Just trust me, eh? Let me make this right’ Tommy said just as you got up from your seat.

‘Thomas, I cannot let you take her with you. She is leaving tomorrow with her sisters. You know that’ Polly said.

‘No, she is not. Not with my child inside of her’ Tommy said harshly.

‘Thomas, you are making a mistake’ Polly said, blocking the doorway. ‘Abrahama will move against you and you know that you will need him to take out Kruger’ Polly added.

‘Polly, I swear to God, move out of the way’ Tommy said harshly, causing Polly to step aside with a deep sigh.

‘I cannot support you through this Thomas’ Polly said just as you walked towards the door.

‘I know and I do not expect you to’ Tommy said, leaving Polly’s house with you.

You followed Thomas to his car and sat down in the passenger seat.

You didn’t know where Tommy was taking you but you were certain about one thing. He had a plan. Thomas Shelby always had a plan.

‘I am sorry Tommy’ you said, as he started the car.

‘I know’ Tommy responded as he drove off.

‘My father is going to come looking for me in the morning. He will despise you for this’ you said.

‘I know’ Tommy responded.

‘I am glad you know. But now tell me, where are you taking me?’ you asked.

‘If I was to tell you, you wouldn’t agree’ Tommy said sheepishly, causing you to sigh.

During the drive, Tommy tried to distract you, talking about things that interest you. This was unusual for him and you could tell that he cared for you deeply.

The drive took about 15 minutes until you arrived at what appeared to be a camp of some sort. It was located in the middle of forest land and near a small lake. You felt as though you were being kidnapped.

‘Tommy, why are we here? This is Johnny Dogs’ camp. You know his family despises my father and me’ you said concerned.

‘But you are with me, so you are safe’ Tommy said.

‘Thomas this is not a joke, please take me back’ you demanded.

‘Y/N, listen to me. I love you, alright. And I will love our child. Now you just need to trust me. Can you do that?’ Tommy asked.

‘Did you just say that you love me?’ you said in disbelieve.

‘Yes, I fucking love you. That’s why I cannot lose you. I need you and my child to be safe’ Tommy said.

‘I love you too Tommy’ you said, still shocked by Tommy’s words.

‘Good’ Tommy said before giving you an urgent but passionate kiss and a cheeky smile. ‘Now common’ he added, taking your hand and walking towards one of the trailers.

‘Johnny, open up’ Tommy said as he knocked on the door of the red wooden trailer.

‘Tommy’ Johnny said surprised as he opened the door. ‘What the fuck is she doing here?’ he added.

‘I need your help’ Tommy said.

‘I am listening’ Johnny said sheepishly.

‘You’ve got a priest with you here at the commune, don’t you?’ Tommy asked.

‘A priest? Why do you want to make a fucking confession? Johnny asked with laughter.

‘No, I want to get married. Preferably now’ Tommy said.

‘Get married?’ you asked with shock.

‘Are you out of your fucking mind Tommy?’ Johnny asked just as you spoke.

‘Thomas, you cannot be serious’ you said.

‘Do I look like I am joking?’ Tommy asked.

‘You know my father would never approve of this, right?’ you asked.

‘I don’t intend to ask him for permission’ Tommy chuckled.

‘You haven’t even asked me yet Tommy’ you said with a laugh and, just in that moment, Tommy dropped onto his knees.

‘You are right, I haven’t’ Tommy said before he went on. ‘Y/N Gold, would you do me the honour in becoming my wife?’ Tommy said, holding your hands and looking up towards you.

‘You are serious, aren’t you?’ you said, still in shock about the proposal while Johnny Dogs shook his head in disbelieve.

‘I am serious Y/N. So, what is your answer?’ Tommy asked.

‘I would say yes if I was you’ Johnny said with a laugh.

‘Yes Thomas Shelby, I would gladly become your wife’ you said with a big smile on your face.

‘Now that this is settled, can you get the priest Johnny. We are in a bit of a hurry’ Tommy said in a haste.

‘Fucking Hell Tommy’ Johnny laughed, walking towards the priest’s trailer and gathering the rest of his family. ‘We are having a fucking wedding’ Johnny yelled in gypsy tongue.

Within 15 minutes, the priest married you and Tommy the traditional way and you knew that, being Tommy’s wife, you would be staying with him. He would keep you safe.

Whilst you imagined your wedding to be quite different, you knew why Tommy was doing this in a haste. The marriage between you and him created an undeniable alliance between your two families. Your father would be required to help Tommy move against the Kruger Family.

You also knew that Tommy wanted to take out Manuel Kruger soon now that he had so much to lose.

‘Now this wasn’t how I expected my day to end today’ you said as Tommy and you signed the marriage certificate.

‘Nor me’ Tommy said before telling you that it was time to go. He didn’t consider it safe to stay at the commune.

Wedding Night

The drive to Tommy’s house from the commune took about 15 minutes and you couldn’t help it but smile the entire way.

‘Welcome home Ms Shelby’ Tommy said after he parked the car and opened the door for you, carrying you over the doorstep.

You would have to get used to being called this. Not even in your wildest dreams would you have imagined to marry Thomas Shleby or anyone from the Shelby family.

‘Mr Shelby, Ms Gold, can I take your coats’ Francis asked and Tommy corrected her quickly. She looked slightly flustered when he did but she was used to surprises in this house after having worked for Tommy for many years.

‘Do you have work to do?’ you asked just as you and Tommy gave Francis your coats.

‘Not tonight. Work can wait till tomorrow’ Tommy said before kissing you gently.

‘Well then Mr Shelby, shall we go to the bedroom and complete the ceremony?’ you smirked, causing Francis to giggle.

‘I will give you some privacy. Just call for me or Maria if you need anything’ Francis said as she disappeared into the kitchen.

‘Soon’ Tommy said before giving you another kiss and taking your hand, walking with you towards the reading room.

‘Sit’ he said and you were wondering what he was doing as he disappeared in his office.

About five minutes later, he returned with a small box.

‘Open it’ he said as he sat down next to you.

You opened the box and inside was a beautiful but very tradition gypsy gold ring with different types of stones.

‘It is beautiful Tommy. It’s gypsy?’ you asked surprised, wondering where it came from.

‘It was mother’s wedding ring. She always wanted us to marry into the tradition, marry a gypsy woman one day. I cannot say that my father obtained it legitimately but I know you would appreciate it’ Tommy explained.

‘I love it’ you said as Tommy put the ring onto your finger before kissing you gently.

The kiss soon intensified as you pulled Tommy closer towards you until, finally, he was on top of you.

‘Tommy, take me to our bedroom’ you whispered as you grinded yourself against him.

‘As you wish’ Tommy said as he got up off the lounge and, all of a sudden, lifted you up, carrying you towards the bedroom.

‘I can’t believe we get to do this all the time now without having to hide’ you said excitedly as Tommy let go of you carefully and you stepped onto the warm wooden floor.

‘I can fuck you anywhere and everywhere now that you are my wife’ Tommy smirked as you stood in front of him and took off his shirt. Within seconds it landed on the floor.

‘Hmm Mr Shelby’ you said teasingly, as you dragged your hand along the front of his pants to rouse his cock that was already tumescent at the thought of you.

You then wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Lips collided in passion as your hands wandered down the front of his chest to his belt buckle.

The leather slipped through metal, the button slid through fabric, and two sides of a zipper said their goodbyes as they parted ways and allowed his very hard cock to spring free from the restraint of clothing.

‘Fuck’ Tommy murmured just as you kneeled in front of him to take a firm grip on his manhood and bring it to your inviting mouth.

He knew that he didn’t want to be with anyone else, ever, as his hands gently rested on both sides of your head while you began to love him with your mouth and hand.

You were enthralled with the cock in your hand and studied it with your eyes, hands, and mouth. All yours, forever. Your prize, the manliest part of the man you love; the part of him that brought you so much pleasure and belonged to you alone now.

As your hands reached down towards Tommy’s balls, playing with them gently, your tongue came all the way out and licked him from root to tip.

You could feel his hands on your head gently guide you down over him with your open mouth, slowly, deeply, relaxing your throat to take as much as you could, using your firm grip to make up for the base your mouth could not engulf.

Tommy soon began groaning louder as the tempo of your thrusts increased and you lost yourself in the feeling. Nothing else existed at this moment except for the hands on your head, the cock in your mouth and the man standing before you.

‘Slow down Y/N or you will make me come’ Tommy said as you bopped your head.

That was the very last thing he should have said if he truly wanted you to slow, for the thought of making him lose control, of making him cum in your mouth increased your own excitement.

You didn't slow; instead you squeezed harder, slid faster down his shaft, intermittently allowing your tongue to drag along the bottom.

‘Fuck’ Tommy moaned again, his hands firmer on your head, guiding himself in and out of your mouth. He was close, very close.

The jerking of Tommy’s cock almost caused it to pop out of your mouth, but you held firm as you felt your mouth fill with the sweet taste of warm cum, a taste associated with so much pleasure you felt a twitch between your own legs in response.

Unable to swallow properly with him deep in your mouth, you allowed his cum to fill your mouth, so much that some escaped and dribbled out the side and down your chin.

As Tommy gently removed himself, very slowly, you swallowed and allowed your tongue to drag along the shaft as he pulled out and wiped your mouth.

‘Fuck Y/N’ he muttered and leaned back into the wall behind him, still standing, he shuddered.

Tommy offered a hand to help you up, then pulled you close and kissed you, tasting himself on you but not minding at all.

‘I love you so much’ Tommy whispered in your ear.

You pulled your head back and rested your forehead on his.

‘I know. I can actually feel how much you love me and I love you too’ you said before giving him another kiss and pulling him close.

After a few more passionate kisses, Tommy stepped out of his pants which were still knee high at this point and you could see his cock getting hard again.

You smirked and turned around.

‘Help me with the zipper?’ you asked as you lifted up your hair.

‘I would love nothing more’ he answered, but first he wrapped his arms around you from behind and kissed your neck.

He moved his hands to the zipper that ran the length of your dress and slowly unzipped as he kissed his way down each vertebrae of your spine. When he reached your tailbone, you shrugged and the dress fell to the floor.

He straightened and backed up to admire the view as you turned around and with a sexy grin, unhooked your bra and tossed it to the floor.

Tommy closed the gap between you with one step and took you in his arms, his hands immediately on your bottom which was still covered in lacy blue fabric.

He squeezed your butt as your mouths explored one another's, and when his hand slid down your thigh and lifted one leg up you instinctively wrapped it around him as you stood in embrace.

Tommy’s hardness pushed into you, feeling the heat through your panties. He lifted your other leg off the ground and held you, both legs wrapped around him and your crotch resting on his hard cock.

Both your hands cupped his face and you giggled as he lowered you both on to the bed.

‘Please Tommy, just fuck me already’ you moaned as he was teasing you.

‘As you wish Mrs Shelby’ he grinned and, without hesitation, he fell into you and lost himself completely.

It was no longer you or him, you became one entity, moving in synchronicity, sliding in and out of each other again and again.

You rolled over and over in bed, taking turns being on top, eventually resting on your sides, arms and legs everywhere, with a constant slow rhythmic thrust of pelvises.

You were face to face, eyes open, just enjoying the communication of slow in and out, every stroke expressing passion as your tempo gradually grew in heightened urgency.

The raw vulnerability of your facial expressions was more erotic than anything Tommy could imagine, and when you came, your eyes squeezed shut and your teeth pulled on your bottom lip and he was so enchanted by the close-up face in ecstasy that he felt surprised when he realized he was coming too. He kept his eyes open as he released himself inside of you, and watched your tense expression relax into a smile and you giggled before opening your eyes.

‘I love you Thomas Shelby’ you said as he gently pulled out of you and collapsed next you.

‘And I love you Y/N Shelby’ Tommy smirked before taking you into his arms, which is where you laid until the next morning.

Finishing Business

The next morning began with a loud knock on the door and a lot of yelling.

‘Thomas Shelby, I am here to get my daughter. We are already late so I would appreciate your cooperation’ Abrahama said, yelling up through the open windows.

Tommy got up out of bed and opened the door. ‘She isn’t leaving’ he said firmly.

‘This is not your decision to make Mr Shelby, I am her father’ Abrahama said.

‘It is now’ Tommy said as he handed your father the certificate of marriage drawn up by the priest at Johnny Dog’s camp last night.

‘Is this a joke?’ Abrahama asked.

‘I am afraid not. The certificate has been signed by two witnesses and is legally binding’ Tommy said, pointing to the signatures.

‘Now would you like to come inside? We have some pressing matters to discuss’ Tommy said.

‘Thomas Shelby, you will pay for this’ Abrahama said, reaching for his gun.

‘Family is always to be treated with respect Mr Gold. These are your own words. Pointing a gun at your son in law is disrespectful’ Tommy said sheepishly.

‘You will never be family Mr Shelby’ your father argued, holding the gun up with determination.

Tommy didn’t move. He had no fear. It was almost like he knew that your father wouldn’t shoot him.

‘Father, stop. Put the gun down’ you said as you walked down the stairs in your nightgown.

‘Why Y/N? Why do you betray me like this?’ your father asked, putting down the gun.

‘I didn’t betray you father. I am carrying Tommy’s child. We have been involved for a while. I couldn’t tell you because you wanted me to marry Joseph Kruger’ you explained.

‘You are pregnant?’ your father asked, causing you to nod.

‘Out of all the women in Birmingham, it had to be my daughter?’ Abrahama asked.

‘Mr Gold, you should know that you cannot always choose who you fall in love with, eh? After all, you are involved with my aunt ’ Tommy said.

‘Now can we sit down and discuss how we will deal with our friend Manuel Kruger?’ Tommy asked.

Your father agreed, seeing that he no longer had a choice. He had to work with Tommy against your mutual enemy. The marriage between you and Tommy had created a traditional bond between your families and your father respected that despite the fact that he disliked the idea of Tommy being your husband.

Your father and Tommy sat down in the reading room and you decided to give them some space.

You made Tommy a promise to stay out of business and he made you a promise that he would keep you safe.

That same day, after their meeting, your father and Tommy left together to take out Manuel Kruger with the help of Johnny Dogs and take over the Kruger’s business.

But even with Kruger being taken out, would you ever be safe with your new husband?

This was a question you would never be able to answer.

#Tommy Shelby #tommy shelby smut #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby imagine #thomas shelby #thomas shelby smut #thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby imagine #Peaky Blinders #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders imagine #smut #peaky blinders smut

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stories2you · 2 years

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Do you take requests?

If you do can I request a William version of your newest Louis one I found it really funny and adorable

Ofc you don’t have to! But I love your work and have a great day and stay hydrated! <3

Thank you for the request! Here's William's version of the story,

This takes place when Wilhelmina suddenly got curious over her parents' wedding pictures and a little boy in the album.

Genre: Fluff, maybe... tiny bitty bit of angst Pairings: William x wife! Reader

Wilhelmina was looking through the photo albums she found in her father's office. Of course, with his permission to be inside it. She browsed the pictures and saw pictures of her parents' wedding and a little boy. She went out from the office and went to the garden, where you and your husband were peacefully having a great time alone...

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You heard footsteps coming towards you and your husband. You turned around and saw your dear daughter. She had a photo album in her hands, without hesitation, she asked,

"May I sit here with you?"

William had a smile on his face and patted the spot on the bench between you and him. The teenager sat down in between and asked before opening the album.

"Daddy, how did you know that mommy is the one for you? Where did the two of you met? And was mommy part of daddy's crime plans? And why didn't you tell me I have an older brother?"

Your eyes widened at her questions. You'd expect her to ask about your past with William, but not her long lost brother. You tried to put your words properly just to explain about your one and only son. However, William beats you into talking to her.

"Firstly, how about I tell you when I met your mother? Then we'll progress to about your brother's whereabouts."

Wilhelmina agreed to her father's suggestion. William gave you a smile, showing that he'll explain to your daughter. It'll be easier now as she's a little older unlike the time Louis had to handle little Freya's questions back then.

William started off during the time he met you at Lord Rockwell's household. He would often visit the Lord's mansion along with Louis and Albert to meet his younger brother's future wife. That was where he met you.

You were abandoned at the age of 3 years old, along the streets of London. You were scared of people, being in another country, obviously you'd feel vulnerable.

It was winter. You were shivering in the cold, the lack of warm clothes, hunger and thirst had made you weaker and weaker as the time passes by. Slowly you felt your vision waver until you heard a faint panic voice,

"Oh my! She's freezing! We have to take her to the hospital quickly!"

Two days later, you finally regained consciousness. All you saw was white ceiling, walls, and a lady that seems to be a noble asleep by your side while holding your fragile small hand. Your grunts awoken the lady. She smiled brightly and had tears in her eyes,

"Thank goodness! You're finally awake, dearie. How are you feeling now?"

You nodded weakly to her question. It was hard to let out any noises as your throat felt dry. You made a weak gesture to the lady that you want a cup of water.

The lady helped you drink. You felt warm and fuzzy in her arms. It felt like a mother's warmth. A feeling you craved after your parents left you alone in this twisted country. A few moments later, a man, assumingly the lady's husband, entered the room with a doctor.

The doctor made some checks on your conditions and talked to them about you. Judging by their positive looks, it seems that you're fine. The couple adopted you legally as their daughter. However, that came with a price. Insults. Degradation.

But that never stopped the couple from loving you and providing you proper education. One day, they adopted another young girl from the orphanage, who later introduced herself as your new sister. Being the older one, you took the responsibility to help her. You taught her things and even helped her with her parents shop.

Until one day, your sister had a visitor from the Moriarty family.

"(y/n), these are my friends from the orphanage. They are adopted to the Moriarty family." Your sister introduced them to you.

The older blond seems to be a year or two older than you. As the two of you maintained eye contact, you could feel your ears and cheeks turning red. The boy in front of you gave you a cheeky smile and held his hand out to you,

"My name is William James Moriarty. It's a pleasure to meet you."

You took his hand and gave it a slight shake, "I'm (y/n) Rockwell, it's a pleasure to meet you too. Thank you for taking care of my dear sister at the orphanage."

Slowly, the two of you became close friends. You even became closer when your adoptive parents decided to take them in after the Moriarty Household was burned down. Deep down in your heart, you knew William and his brothers are plotting something evil.

After moving out from the Rockwell Mansion, the trio left to achieve their own goals. You and your sister were left behind to care for your now older parents. Not long after, William showed up once again to court you and ask your hand for marriage.

Of course, your parents agreed to let you marry him.

After your marriage, you and your dear sister found out what the brothers are plotting. You have no objections with them doing so, but you had worries for them. Every night you'd be by William's side, listening to him about his day and his current plan.

"William, my love, are you really going to help Mr Eden with his revenge?" You asked him, your hands on your now bulging belly.

You were pregnant with your dear son when you found out that Roddy had been brutally murdered by a noble. There came the boy's father, wanting to avenge his son.

William nodded his head. He placed a warm hand on your belly, where he could feel his son kicked on his hand.

"I don't want my children to live in this land full of unfairness,"

That was all he said.

"After helping Mr Eden with his revenge, your mother gave birth to your older brother, Leon." William told your dear daughter.

Wilhelmina had a complex look on her face, "But where is he?"

"He's currently studying somewhere else. You'll meet him soon."

You could see your daughter pouting at your husband's answer. Wilhelmina looked at the photo of her brother. You and William looked so happy with him. She would be lying if she said she isn't a little bit jealous. William's face was bright and happy unlike the photo of her birth.

She then turned to look at you, "Mommy, daddy didn't exactly answer all of my questions."

"Then what is it you want to know, honey?" You asked her.

"How did you know that daddy is the one for you?"

'Such a direct question...' You thought. Nevertheless, you told her, "Your father is a very intelligent man. I'll be honest, his intelligence and kindness was what attracts me. He's always here by my side whenever I need him. He never looked down on me for being abandoned as a child, nor have I ever do so to him."

"But why did you not protest to him to not being a crime lord?"

"Because I agreed with his choices, Mina. It was risky, especially for us to settle down and have a family. Your brother was taken away from me after your father jumped off the bridge. They wanted to take you away from me, but your grandpa Jack and Mr Bonde managed to convince them that you were too young to be taken away." You explained.

It was complicated. It was hard. But you gave the officials conditions that your son is to contact and visit his family once a month. After William's return, your son wanted to attend a boarding school. The boy was a prodigy like his father after all.

He is still under James' care while attending that boarding school. James would bring your son to visit once in a while, but it always had to be the time Mina would be at school. The two only sent letters to each other, but never had the chance to meet.

Wilhelmina's hum broke your thoughts and worries. She had closed the album and looked up to her father,

"Can you bring me to see Leon? I want to see my brother."

'Direct as always. She really is my child.' William thought as a kind smile formed on his face, "Of course."

The three of you continued your conversation together. You and William shared about your early days before and after marriage. Even telling stories about her brother. Every time her brother was mentioned, her wishes to see her brother was more clear than ever.

She may have more questions, but those can be answered later. It is now a mission for you and William to bring your son home for the siblings to reunite once again.

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I got so caught up with writing. Forgive me.

I don't mind writing a sequel or maybe... Albert's version? Give me suggestions of what his twins would ask him~

- Mayu

#yuukoku no moriarty #moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty scenarios #moriarty the patriot scenarios #william james moriarty #william james moriarty x reader #louis james moriarty #albert james moriarty #james bonde

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soupandsimple · 3 years

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Pancake Morning (with Sirius Black)

[ you begin your day using your sons to start getting back at Sirius for some teasing the day before that had resulted in nothing ]

* fluff / little spicy topic involved

** a continuous thing of mine where I imagine you and Sirius have three sons; in this their ages range from 8-4 oh also I LOVE THIS I LOVE THIS I LOVE THIS and hope you do too!

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It was morning, you were in the kitchen of your big country house getting ready to prepare some pancake batter. Your husband, Sirius Black was still asleep as were your three boys or so you thought until your two youngest showed up together in the kitchen.

“G’morning mummy” said the older of the two.

“Good morning my babies, how’d you two sleep?”

“Are we having pannycakes?” asked the youngest, completely ignoring your question once he saw the box of pancake mix on the counter.

“Yes we are, is that okay?” you asked pretending as if you weren’t sure even though you knew fully well that pancake mornings was one of their favorite things.

Both boys quickly nodded frantically with big grins on their faces. You winked at them with a smile and continued on with the prep.

“Where’s daddy?” asked the oldest.

“He’s not awake yet buddy” you said as you casted a spell for the wooden spoon to stir up the ingredients in the bowl.

“Can we wake him today?” the same boy asked.

Usually, you didn’t let them wake Sirius. You loved the boys but waking up to two, and back when your oldest was younger, three jumping boys, was not that fun. Buttttt since Sirius had done a fantastic job of subtly teasing you all day yesterday and then falling straight to sleep once hitting the bed without rewarding you last night, you thought he deserved this wake up call from the boys.

“Yes, you can wake him today” you said proudly to your sons.

Huge smiles appeared on their faces as they hurriedly ran off in the direction of your bedroom. You laughed to yourself at what you had just granted them permission to do. Sirius wouldn’t be too thrilled but hey, you weren’t to thrilled with what he had or rather hadn’t done last night.

With hands holding up your face, you let yourself rest on your elbows on the kitchen island to listen in on the chaos. After a few seconds of waiting, you heard an eruption of loud giggles coming from the boys and could very clearly picture them jumping up and down near and atop of Sirius. You then heard it quiet down and knew that meant they, along with Sirius would be on their way soon so you quickly took a hold of the bowl of mix and acted as if you had been busy stirring it the whole time.

Upon hearing nearby footsteps, you turned to the doorway of the kitchen to see a shirtless, bed headed Sirius holding on to both boys by the collar of their pajama shirts. You covered your mouth to try to hide the smile forming upon your lips at the sight before you.

“Did you send these boys in?” he asked pretending to be mad as a show for the giggling boys below him.

With pursed lips now you shook your head, “I was mixing this” you said lifting up the bowl to showcase it, “they must have slipped past me.”

Sirius squinted his eyes at you, “Yes I’m sure that’s what happened.” He looked down at the boys and then crouched down to their level, “If you tell me the truth, I’ll give you permission to go wake up your big brother. Now tell me, did mummy let you do this?”

The boys looked at you then at each other, very much enjoying the little game. “Yes!” the older one exclaimed. “Yes!” the younger one chimed in clearly only following his brothers lead.

Sirius laughed as if he had just uncovered the greatest secret, “Good boys,” he exclaimed giving them both a kiss on their heads, “you can go and wake up your brother now but be gentle pleasee” he instructed them as they ran off quickly for their second wake up call job of the day.

Sirius then stood up and walked over to where you stood currently pouring some batter onto the hot pan on the stove then turned to him.

“Good morning oh dear one” Sirius said in a bit of a theatrical tone with a less than content smile. You knew he wasn’t happy with your little joke but nonetheless leaned in and pouted his lips for a morning kiss but you also still weren’t happy with what he had done yesterday so instead of kissing him you took a swipe of pancake batter from the bowl and dolloped it on his lips.

“Good morning,” you said, tone devoid of any regret as you planted a slow kiss on his cheek. You then pulled back and licked the leftover batter off your finger.

He looked at you, eyes gleaming as a small smirk appeared on his face at your antics. You wiggled your eyebrows up and then back down with a stern smile and turned back to the stove. Sirius chuckled wiping the batter from his lips realizing now that he was in for a longgggg, torturous day with you. <3

#sirius black x reader #sirius black #post azkaban #sirius black fic #sirius black imagine

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songtoyou · 3 years

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No Need to Rush

Paring: Angel Reyes x Reader

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Some swearing. Smut (fingering).

Word Count: 1,590

Story Summary: Angel is feeling down, so you stop by his apartment to make him feel good. However, he is the one who ends up making you feel good.

A/N: I have fallen in love with Angel Reyes. Now, I have not seen Mayans MC, but it is on my list of shows to watch. I hope my characterization of Angel is somewhat accurate. He comes off as a character with lots of layers, which I like.

Please do not post any of my fics to other sites without my permission. Gif is my creation.

You were bored. Hanging around the Mayan’s Clubhouse alone was not how you pictured your Saturday. Your favorite Mayan had yet to show up. Angel Reyes said he would see you tonight, yet he was nowhere to be seen. You asked Angel’s younger brother, Ezekiel “EZ” Reyes, if he had heard from his older brother.

“I saw him earlier. Angel said he would be here,” EZ answered, standing next to Gilly. He stepped closer to you and pulled you to the side. Leaning closer, EZ went on to explain, “The last run Bishop sent Angel to do…well, it didn’t quite go according to plan. Bishop kind of chewed Angel out for it.”

Nodding your head, you appreciated EZ telling you this information, knowing he could get in trouble doing so.

“I’m going to go check on him,” you told EZ and gave him a quick hug goodbye.

“See ya, querida,” he said and went over to Gilly and Coco, who handed him a beer. EZ hoped his brother was doing alright. If anything, he knew you would be able to cheer Angel up.

Thankfully, it didn’t take you too long to drive to Angel’s apartment. The lights were still on, and his motorcycle was still in its parking spot. He was home. You parked next to his bike and got out of the car. In a few steps, you were knocking on Angel’s apartment door. You could hear the rustling of footsteps behind the door and some swearing.

“EZ, I said don’t….” Angel began but stopped once he saw you. His stance became more relaxed; his facial features softened.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” he asked, stepping aside to let you in the apartment. “I thought you’d be at the Clubhouse.”

Angel looked you up and down. He had to suppress a groan at what you were wearing; a short black dress that showed off your curves and thigh-high black boots. While your style was more tamed than the other girls at the Clubhouse, you still managed to stir something inside Angel. Particularly in his nether region.

“Funny, I thought you’d be there as well. I talked to EZ. He shared a little bit of how you are doing,” you responded, taking off your jacket and leaving on the back of a chair.

Signing, Angel retreated to the kitchen; he got out two beers. As he popped the bottle tops, Angel said, “Of course EZ did. He shouldn’t be telling you things about the Club.”

You took the beer Angel offered and sat down on the couch. You hated the taste of beer but took a sip anyways. “EZ just shared that you have been feeling down lately. So, I came here to cheer you up,” you laughed and turned to look at Angel. You felt yourself biting your lip as you looked Angel up and down. He was dressed in dark jeans and a black tank top that showed off his muscular arms and tattoos. You could have sworn the man was sculpted by the Gods. He was a real-life Adonis.

He was standing by the kitchen counter, looking down at his boots with a sad look on his face. It broke your heart. While Angel may look tough on the outside, he was sensitive and could be a real softy at times. When you first began going to the Clubhouse, it did not take long for the two of your to become friends. You both liked to tease one another and even hung out regularly. It always remained friendly between you and Angel, which was hard because you could not deny your growing attraction to the biker.

You motioned for Angel to sit beside you on the couch. He did so without hesitation. The television was on some sports channel as you and Angel sat next to each other in silence and sipped your beers. Comfortable silence. You rested your head on Angel’s shoulder and took his free hand in yours. It was not an uncommon gesture from you. The two of you could be very affectionate with one another; light touches here and there, a few kisses too. So much so that it often confused the guys at the Club about your relationship status. The guys would tease Angel about not making a move on you. But he would merely reply with, “It’s not like that. Y/N is…special.” This only made the guys laugh more or roll their eyes at Angel’s obliviousness.

Angel may be many things, but when it came to you, oblivious he was not. He was simply taking his time getting to know you. Angel didn’t want it to be a one-and-done thing. Especially as he got to know you more. The more Angle got to know you, the more he liked you and vice versa.

You felt Angel’s free hand slowly slide up your thigh. He kept checking for your reaction to see if you would stop him or pull away. You did neither. In fact, you hiked up the short dress you were wearing even more to allow him more access. When he lightly graced a finger alongside the front of your underwear, he looked into your eyes.

“Are you sure?” he asked cautiously. Angel knew that one wrong move and his friendship with you could be over.

“Yes,” you breathed out.

Putting the beers to the side, you straddle Angel’s lap as he rested his large hands on your ass. You leaned in to kiss him on the lips, which he quickly reciprocated. The kiss started out slow, as if you both were testing the waters. You could feel the bulge in Angel’s pants begin to harden, and you inadvertently began to grind against him.

When Angel pushed you back lightly to look at you, at first, you thought he was going to say that this was a bad idea. Instead, Angel told you to stand up. “Take your dress off.”

You turned around for Angel to help with the zipper and slid the dress off your body. You were about to climb on his lap once more, but Angel stopped you. “Bra and panties too. Leave the boots on.”

Unclipping your bra, you tossed it to the side and did the same with your underwear. Now here you were, standing in front of the man you were attracted to naked. You were feeling embarrassed or self-conscious, especially with the way Angel was looking at you, like he was ready to devour every inch of you. He began to run his large hands up your hips, over your stomach, and to your breasts, which he gave a squeeze.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” Angel gushed as he continued to run his hands up and down your body before giving your ass a light smack.

He took one of his fingers and began tracing your pubic bone. Before Angel slid a finger inside your cunt, he looked up one last time to see if you had any reservations.

You gave the nod for him to go ahead. You let out a soft moan as Angel’s large finger stretched your folds.

“Goddamn, baby, you are tight. That’s it, fuck yourself on my finger,” Angel instructed.

You did just that before Angel slipped in another finger and used his thumb to tease your clit.

“Holy shit,” you managed to breathe out. To steady yourself, you put your hands on Angel’s shoulder.

Carefully, Angel took one of your legs and put it over his shoulder. He made sure to use his free arm to hold you up. “That’s it. Are you close?”

“Yes, I’m close.”

For added stimulation, Angel added a third finger inside your pussy. You could feel yourself tighten around his fingers. “I’m going to cum!” you exclaimed, your breathing becoming rapid.

“Cum! Cum on my fingers,” ordered Angel and you more than happily obliged.

Never had you experienced an orgasm so euphoric. If Angel could get you off with only his fingers, then you wondered how his cock would feel.

Pulling his fingers out of your folds, Angel licked them clean. The sight turned you on once again. You took your leg off his shoulder and leaned against his chest to catch your breath. He ran his hands up and down your back as a show of comfort. He even went so far as to take the blanket off the back of the couch to wrap around your naked body.

When you finally came down from your high, you placed soft kisses along Angel’s neck and ear.

Giggling, Angel asked you what was funny.

“It’s just, I came here to make you feel better,” you blushed, “I didn’t expect you to…you know….”

“I’d do anything for you, baby,” Angel revealed as he stroked the side of your face. “Making you feel good has put me in a much better mood.”

“Well then, let me return the favor,” you said and began to unbuckle Angel’s belt, but he stopped you.

You quirked an eyebrow at him in confusion.

Angel wrapped his arms around you, and you settled closer on his lap. “We got all the time in the world, baby. No need to rush,” Angel expressed as he looked into your eyes. There was a sense of love and devotion in his beautiful dark brown orbs. He wanted you, just as much as you wanted him.

He was correct; there was no need to rush. The night was still young. You had plenty of time to return the favor.

#angel reyes #angel reyes x reader #angel reyes smut #mayans mc #mayans mc fic

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jackalopedoodles · 3 years

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I don’t normally do this kind of content but @prof-peach opened up for OCs and I couldn’t resist! Jackie’s less of an OC and more of my self insert for the games but have her anyways! :)

Jackie is a tried and true Driftveil girl, and as such is pretty harsh. She grew up playing with the rock types that were often around there and getting lost in caves, and as such her trademark stubbornness grew. She’s the type to get lost and refuse to ask for directions, instead trying every single road possible until she stumbles on the right one. It’s slow and very much beating your head against a wall but it works and she has yet to see it fail her.

As soon as she was granted her first Pokémon she found her true passion. Pokémon themselves.

Her first Pokémon like many naive young trainers was a fire type, and by golly was it a hectic time in the early stages.

Her father had sent her a Pokémon from where he had moved, the Johto region, and as such Charcoal became her very first partner, a rather rambunctious cyndaquil who’d prefer to fight than hide.

Time has passed and she has managed to screw a bit more of a reasonable head on her shoulders now.

She’s stopped traveling, mostly after discovering the costs of constantly being on the move, and instead managed to settle into Dotaku Island. She’s not great with the grass types but that’s not why she’s there, let’s be honest.

While the island may specialize in grass types it also gets many rejects, and with those come many many fire. She’s the one to call when you have a fire type being too unruly or chaotic, where she’ll come in, scoop up the creature or tempt it away from where it can cause harm. She essentially does damage control, making sure no other Pokémon can be seriously hurt by the traumatized fire Pokémon that make their way to the island.

She’s got a lot of burns on her body, maybe a third of them from her younger years first dealing with fire types. The ones on her hands however are typically from her awful cooking, she’ll pull cookies out of the oven, realize there’s no space on the counters, and then just stand there holding them while they burn her fingers because she doesn’t know what to do and she doesn’t want to drop them or burn them by placing them back in the oven.

She’s had quite a few mistakes and the scars on her body are there to prove it but never once has she thought about giving up and stopping caring for Pokémon. She knows from personal experience how hard fire types can be to handle and she wants to do her best to give them all a second chance, to teach others the same stubbornness she has, to get them to care enough to stick past the burns and pain until you get to the Pokémon themself.

TEAM:

(Not pictured) Charcoal the Typhlosion

As mentioned before, Charcoal is a pokemon always raring for a fight, and at first that included with or without his trainers consent. For a while Jackie found herself running after her pokemon as he got into fights, at first scooping him up when he wouldn’t listen. Eventually the trademark burns on her upper arms happened, another incident where she thought the best way to stop Charcoal was to physically keep him from fighting and he reacted in kind by breathing fire on the arms that held him in place. Somehow Jackie managed not to drop the pokemon. Eventually the cyndaquil tired himself out and, with a bit of guilt on both sides, the two of them got down to coming to an understanding, Jackie admitting she’d take him out for more exercise and fighting as long as he waited for her permission before attacking somebody elses pokemon.

Now he’s evolved to a full Typhlosion where he follows his trainer around waiting for someone to look at them wrong so he can fight them. He helps her dealing with the bigger fire types who need a good smack before they can be calm enough to listen.

(Pictured) Rorsch and Tuskki, the twins, Espeon and Umbreon

Rorsch and Tsukki aren’t actually twins. That’s the first thing. Jackies first Pokémon she wanted to catch was an eevee, the tiny fuzzy Pokémon sounded like an amazing cuddle partner and an easy enough first catch, and she quickly managed to find and capture Rorsch. However on the train home she found an eevee, sleeping under the seats, angry and alone. She took the same train every night and eventually it became common sight for passengers to see the two reviews curled up around her sleeping form. She caught Tsukki and the two have been close ever since. They did everything together despite their very different natures, Tsukki brash and quick to judge and Rorsch calmly and logically.

When the two evolved (Tsukki first surprisingly and Rorsch the upcoming dawn) Rorsch made it a habit to clean up after both his trainer and his brother with his new psychic abilities and Tsukki used his unique patterning to light up the nights so the trio could always see where they’re going. They tend to stick quite close to Jackie and if you see the twins their trainer isn’t far away, while her other pokemon take to wandering a bit more.

(Not pictured) Chip a Kabutops

Chip is another abandoned pokemon, though Jackies meeting with him was a bit more aggressive than Tsukkis.

Fossil recovery is a newer process and not every trainer knows what they’re going to get. As far as Jackie can tell, Chip was recovered and the trainer was put off by his looks, so they released him out onto the beach. Unfortunately introducing any new pokemon into the wild where they don’t belong can be bad, especially if that pokemon is new to this world entirely and has no idea where he is or what’s going on. He lashed out a lot at the wildlife until he managed to secure himself a bit of a home, constantly fighting anyone who came near. Eventually Jackie heard tell of it and curiosity got the better of her. A few fights between Charcoal and Chip and a big hug for the scared pokemon and Chip felt much more comfortable leaving safely with Jackie then defending himself constantly.

He was already evolved when Jackie got to him, probably from his constant fighting. Now he wanders from Jackies side a lot, not comfortable with other pokemon, and instead can be found in the caves and beaches doing as he wishes until dinner time. He tries his best not to lash out to any other pokemon but he’s still scared he’ll have to defend himself and his new home and it’s hard to break that habit, so Jackie is more than willing to give him the space to just be alone. Besides, he always comes back when he needs a hug.

(Pictured) Sol (?)

Sols not an official part of the team in as much as he doesn’t have a pokeball, but he seems to have made himself part of it anyways. Jackie’s not sure how he managed to get onto the island or what his past is, but she is sure that he’s pretty young, quick to throw temper tantrums as he teethes his tusks, and practically stuck like glue to her ankles. The other pokemon have taken a liking to the tiny guy, as has Jackie, but she’s adamant to find his original trainer, if any, before she goes about adopting him permanently.

Hope you enjoyed, I know it’s very long but I was having fun writing it and getting some of my pokemons stories out on paper- er- digital paper.

#pokemon #prof-peach #professor peach #dotaku island #pokemon oc #doodles #Fanart #hope you enjoyed #some of these stories are years old #made them when I was a kid #hopefully i wasnt overstepping bounds #I like fire types and figured there was a need for a handler #too many grass types #too much danger #plus every fire type needs a hug #even if they burn you in the process

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maplerin99821 · 3 years

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hey if you accept requests can you make a fluffy fanfic about Lucifer and Mammon being close? like that pic that you reblogged?

Hello, Anon! Omg, sorry for the long wait!!! 🥺💖 I was busy with irl stuff but AAAA I have finished the fluffy fic! I'm sorry if it didn't reach your expectations.😓 It was a bit difficult to write 'cause I'm not really used to writing fluff.😂 But I hope you like it!! (Also, I didn't base this fic off to the art that I had reblogged, but it's still a fluff fic!! It's fan art, and I think I need permission to write a fic about it.😅 So here's fluffy fanfic of Lucifer and Mammon being close.) Thanks for being the first person to request me haha. Please enjoy this. _ A Day To Relax. [ 1 & 2 ]

Mammon's back hurts; he did the best he could to organized the library at RAD. Maybe he deserves this, or maybe not. He sighs for the tenth time of the day.

There's nothing he can do about it because this was his light punishment for skipping classes again. Although he hates doing chores for his discipline, he needed to be a good big brother for Asmodeus.

Mammon decided to skip his classes so that he could be there to support his little brother. Everyone was busy at that time, with upcoming exams and projects, not one of the brothers could make time for Asmo. The latter understood. It's not like he could force his brothers to watch the stageplay with his classmates. But when he saw Mammon among the crowd with his D.D.D out, he almost cried while performing on stage.

(He felt a bit guilty when he found out that Mammon, believe it or not, skipped classes to watch him.)

Mammon stretched his back when he felt his phone vibrating. He took it out from his back pocket to receive a message from Asmodeus.

[Hey.

I just wanted to say thanks for supporting me there.

This beautiful brother of yours is going to treat you tomorrow! <3]

His lips cracked a smile. He feels soft and loved. Mammon chuckled as he took his bag, ready to go home. He had finished organizing anyway; he preferred to play on his phone for a while.

He started walking to the hallways; almost all of the demons were back to their places already. Some are doing their part-time jobs, and some are being lazy at home (Preferably Belphegor.)

"Mammon."

In instinct, Mammon quickly turned around. He already knows that deep voice.

"Are ya gonna assign me another chore to do?" Mammon quickly questioned his older brother, who was leaning into the student council's door frame.

Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose, seemingly annoyed already. He pushed back his hair and fixed the wrinkles of his uniform.

"No. Well, if you want to do more. Your choice." With that answer, Mammon crossed his arms, a pout on his face— ready to complain. But Lucifer stopped him.

"Remember that cafe I showed you the other day? Let's go there, my treat." Lucifer stated; he laughed when he saw Mammon froze.

"I don't believe you." His eyes narrowed, looking for a flaw in Lucifer's face and words. "Are ya' truly Lucifer? What if you're a ghost possessing my big bro's body?"

Mammon intentionally loudened his gasp; his eyes were wide, one hand placed on his heart, while the other was grasping on his hair. He paused for a dramatic effect.

Lucifer brought his hand up quickly to pinch his brother's cheek. "You idiot. It's me, of course." He proceeded to ruffles Mammon's hair. "Come on, let's go before I change my mind and give you another chore as punishment. Maybe you could clean up the laboratory next time for a month."

He whispered the last part, but Lucifer knew Mammon could hear him, making the second-born whine.

The two exited the school, taking a detour through the streets.

"I thought yah were gonna give me another punishment." Mammon broke out the silence; Lucifer hummed before replying.

"Why would I? I only gave you a chore for skipping classes, but you being there for Asmodeus? You don't deserve punishment for that."

Mammon stared at the far distance. The cafe they were going to has a nearby sea, and he smiled at his elder brother's words; he enjoyed these simple moments between them. (They're rare. They don't hang out anymore like they used to do in the Celestrial realm. That's why, as much as possible, Mammon cherished these moments.)

Mammon could say that he's close with Lucifer, but not like before— It's weird. Lucifer is his older brother, his family. But as time passed by, Mammon started to get nervous whenever he had done something wrong. He doesn't want to anger and disappoint Lucifer. (But sometimes, he can't help it— he misses his big brother's attention.)

"We're here," Lucifer said. Mammon followed the latter's gaze and immediately formed star-shaped eyes.

"WOAH!! I didn't expect it to be this cool! I only saw the picture but never expected that it would be this big!"

Mammon kept looking around the newly built cafe. The cafe was a bit massive, with a view of the sea beside it. Its structure is similar to a casino. Mammon could already smell the fresh-baked bread and pies inside, making him giggle.

Mammon had loved the view it was showing; he could eat while staring at the horizon. The cafe was located on top of a hill, not too far from the beach. It looks so nostalgic and therapeutic that Mammon took his time admiring the whole place while Lucifer already entered the cafe.

Mammon wished it wasn't too expensive. He knows that Lucifer would be the one to pay, but he doesn't want to burden him with that kind of responsibility. The second-born tried to grasp the wallet on his bag, but then he hesitated. Mammon recalled that the money in there was a payment to his debt.

Ah, yes. Mammon needed to pay it today but decided it would be better to bond with his brother first.

He sighed, still has a firm grip on his bag. He's feeling unwanted emotions today. He wants to cry, laugh, or do something he doesn't usually do. Mammon was overwhelmed with emotions.

He remembered Levi's words that it's okay to be feeling emotions you usually can't explain. Sometimes, it doesn't have to be a reason.

Mammon's snapped out of his thoughts, thinking that Lucifer was likely waiting for him inside. He turned to see the display of different pastries outside, and Mammon immediately recognized Simeon's art.

Mammon recalled Simeon's word. He said that he's going to work part-time somewhere near the sea. And this made Mammon excited. He had already counted the treats and thinking which one would his brothers choose. After planning, he tried to hurry inside but suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder. Mammon looked over to his shoulder to see an unfamiliar demon. Their body is most likely the same size as Beelzebub but with a strict stare present. Mammon felt like he was burning.

"Heya! May I ask—who are you?" Mammon said; his tone wasn't that confident, and it's evident with his form that Mammon's going to run away in any second now.

He felt the grip on his shoulder got tighter, and the demon dragged Mammon into a less crowded area. He knows he's far powerful than this guy; he's one of the princes of Devildom. He's the Avatar of Greed. But man, he entirely wants to relax today. Mammon tried to stand with honor and kept his breathing in control.

The demon startled him. "Where's the money?"

And then Mammon realized.

"Oh!? You must be the brother's witch! Ah, here— give me a minute," Mammon took out his wallet and gave them the money. He doesn't feel that nervous anymore. Okay— he lied, maybe a little bit. Can't a demon have fears too? "Geez, you scared the hell out of me for a second there. The agreement was me and her meeting later." He muttered the last part.

But a dark aura surrounded him, and Mammon quickly backed away. He can't meet the other demon's eyes, but he can feel the rage from him.

Is the money not enough?? It can't be. I perfectly counted this; I also worked hard for this. What else could be missing???

"With all due respect, please don't go any nearer to him."

A voice. It must be Lucifer's. Mammon couldn't stop overthinking. What if Lucifer scolds him after this? What if Lucifer started to regret spending time with Mammon because of this?

Mammon looked up, tears threatening to fall. He saw his elder brother, standing behind them as classy as ever. His composure is straight, yet the glaring eyes are full of terror. Mammon recognized Lucifer's stance. It's for preparing himself to change into his demon form if the rest of his younger brothers are in serious trouble.

When the demon started to get closer to Mammon, the latter only felt a swift wind before realizing that Lucifer was there, in front of him now. "Didn't you hear what I said? What else do you need from him?"

"The money."

"It's not sufficient? Then alright, here." Lucifer took out his wallet to satisfy the demon in front of them. Mammon's full-out panicking now. His older brother saved him from trouble, and now he's going to be a disappointment in Lucifer's eyes.

"There, you got the money. Tell your sister that my brother had paid the debt." Lucifer dragged Mammon out of the other demon's sight. He looked back with sharp eyes.

"And as great as reasonable, if you're looking for Mammon—" He looked back with sharp eyes. "—strictly appear to see me. Thank you."

Both never turned their eyes back again as they entered the shop. Mammon quickly explained the whole situation. "I'm sorry! I'm sure— precisely sure that I had counted that money. And it's exactly the price the witch had been asking. I don't know what he's up to with—" He kept on babbling as they reached their reserved seats. Lucifer sighed.

"Look, stop chattering; it's annoying. I believe you. Can't I have a day where I relax with my little brother under no stress or orders whatsoever? Seeing you outside in that kind of situation is making my blood boil. How dare he waste such time when you and I could have been eating here already."

Mammon snickered, ah yeh— It's been so long that he forgot how dramatic Lucifer could be at times.

"Forget about it, Mammon. You had settled the debt, and the food that I ordered is already here. But make sure whenever you're going to meet someone concerning payment, always inform me. I'm serious. If the shares had been a burden to handle, you are welcome to visit my office anytime."

Lucifer already had bread in his mouth, but his expression is still irritable from the situation earlier. Mammon can feel his tears coming back again. Why am I so emotional today?

"Ah. Uhm, hey—" He called out to his older brother. "Thanks for backing me up earlier. I appreciated it!"

Lucifer munched the donut he was holding and then drank the newly served tea. His gaze was on the view outside, seemingly avoiding eye contact. "Hm? Of course. I'm your big brother after all, in case you forgot about it."

In moments like this, it was a rare scene between him and Lucifer. They usually argue and sometimes making each other's day stressful. But, just them eldest brothers, talking and sharing random topics— Mammon cherished this.

And behind that frown the eldest always wears, Lucifer could say the same too. He loved calm moments like this.

"But ain't Michael my first big brother?" Mammon teased. Lucifer rolled his eyes. "Silence, you have no elder brother other than me. Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, and Belphegor, you all are my baby brothers." And when Lucifer realized what he said, he quickly replaced the topic. "And eat the dessert I ordered for you."

Mammon's eyes turned into stars immediately when he recognized the smell, "Woah, no way?! How did you know this was my favorite?!!! This desert is expensive! Big bro! You do love me."

Then they chatted, random topics or something concerning about their home that needs fixing. Nevertheless, the atmosphere around them is comforting and warming. After a while, they had finished eating, and the moon was already out. Both agreed to go home.

"We should invite the others here too!" Mammon stated as he breathed the cold wind that passed by them.

"Yes, that would be a pleasant bonding time. Just don't be too chaotic, please. It's hard to handle all six of you."

It was a great day, Mammon thought to himself. It was entertaining and soothing to talk with his big brother without insults nor orders. Lucifer treated him today; it was— nostalgic for Mammon. It's like he doesn't want this kind of treatment to end. But of course, as the little mischief, as he is, he asked one more request.

"Lucifer!" Mammon rolled the letter r, a bit of a whining tone. "It's night, and I'm tired, yah know? Can I request a piggyback ride?" He knows Lucifer will reject it immediately. So it wasn't like he meant it, already hoping for the worst.

But then Lucifer looked at him, a contemplating expression, before getting down on one knee.

"Alright, just this once. Hurry up before I regret my decision."

Mammon's eyes were wide; he smirked before quickly hugging Lucifer from behind. He felt himself getting lifted off, and it reminded him of the old times, back in the Celestial Realm.

Lucifer doesn't mind; he also missed this. But not like he's going to say this out loud.

I should start spending time with my little brothers whenever I'm free. That would be nice.

#obey me #obey me fluff #obey me fanfic #fluffy fanfiction #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon and lucifer #mammon #lucifer #mammon and lucifer #i hope you enjoyed this fanfic #soft fanfic #i tried my best #huhu

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roscgcld · 3 years

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INUMAKI TOGE || scary man

request: The little sister ask is so cute is it okay to ask something like it I don't want to bother you, but if it okay then inumaki toge x little sister reader (5 or6), where she is scared of them because he doesn't visit a lot and is quite so whenever he visit she hides under the bed , poor baby would be so sad,also imagine the other 2d years trying to help him,

I forgot to add this sorry when the other second year try to help him it backfire because she gets attached to maki instead ( string beautiful woman a big sister!) Sorry again for forgetting your writing is so good

note: hello love! no this was not a bother to me at all! I enjoyed writing that imagine! i wouldn’t mind writing a short imagine for this! also, thank you for thinking my writing is good c: it is average at best, but i feel your love~ i hope you enjoy this though!

pronouns: she/her

scene: before yuji’s appearance in the story; since it will be weird to only have maki ><

"This is going to be your future school, by the way!” A tall white man with a blindfold said to the young girl, who was holding onto his hand tightly as she stared at the school in awe. Today was a special day, the Inumaki clan had revealed to the world another Inumaki heir; one with strong cursed energy that is quite the force to be reckoned with. Even though she doesn’t have the Cursed Speech Ability like her older brother does, she still has all the qualms to be a powerful sorcerer in the future. So, with that, Gojo somehow convinces the Inumaki elders to let the young girl to visit the college.

The main reason? For his own student, of course!

Everyone knows how much Toge misses his family, more specifically, his baby sister. He hasn’t seen her since she was born, besides the odd visit here and there that never seems to end well for the two of them. When she was first born, she loved her older brother to pieces, not minding his tattoos and how quiet the man was. But the older she got, and the more she spends time around others who look relatively normal, it become a shock to her system when she realised that her “onii-chan” has scary tattoos on the side of his face.

And only speaks in onigiri ingredients too! What kind of person talks like that?

Gojo had heard this little ‘issue’ form Yuta one day, after noticing that Toge looking more glum then usual after the school gave students permission to return home over the weekend. So, as the loving sensei he is, why wouldn’t he pull some strings to let the youngest Inumaki heir to come and visit the college? She is going to enroll here in the future anyway; and since her brother was going to be there to keep an eye on her as well, his parents had agreed to let her go with the white haired shaman.

Which was how we found the little girl, wide eyed and dressed in a adorable purple and white kimono, walking beside her guardian for the day. Gojo found the young girl quite adorable, having to hold her tiny hand firmly so she was not running about the school to explore. He didn’t want her to fall and hurt herself, since she was technically under his case; but he also wants to see her reaction to seeing her older brother. “Y/N-chan, shall we go and see the onee-chan and onii-chan I told you about?”

Immediately the girl’s eyes widen as she nodded her head in excitement, soft pigtails bouncing along with her movements. Gojo had to slap a hand over his face to stop his laughter from leaving. He may not want kids, but he does find kids absolutely adorable; and wouldn’t mind taking care of them from time to time. “Let’s go then, cutie!” He said after he took a moment to calm down, laughing when the little girl just tugged on his arm excitedly as she tried to lead the way.

Only to pause when they reached a courtyard and turned to look at the older man with a soft pout; as if silently telling him that she’s lost now.

Gojo grins and reaches over to pat the top of her head before he led her towards the courtyard, where he was sure the second year students were resting at. The second years were all on break right now, having had 3 hours of lessons earlier in the day. So the man was able to locate them at their usual resting spot - the cherry blossom gardens, resting on the soft grass under the shade of the still budding cherry blossom trees.

“Yo, second years! I have a guest I want you to meet!” Gojo called out as he led the little girl towards them, who now switch to grabbing onto the fabric of his pants as they made their way towards the small group. Maki and Yuta shared a confused look, wondering if Gojo had fathered a child along the way. Panda had opened one lazy eye, his nose twitching a little at the sight of the young girl. Only Inumaki looked like he had an idea on who she is, perking up a little as he got up hastily. “Bonito flakes!”

“That’s right!” Gojo said with a grin as he clapped, gesturing to the girl that was hiding behind the tall man’s legs; peeking over at the group shyly. “Let me introduce you to the youngest Inumaki heir, and younger sister to our dear Toge-kun, Inumaki Y/N!” He introduced before he carefully coax the girl from behind his legs, squatting down before her as he gave the unsure girl a smile. “Now, Y/N-chan - how do we greet people?”

Immediately the young girl pauses before she faces the group once more, folding her hands before her before she gave them a soft bow. “It’s nice to meet you all.” She said in a soft and shy voice, causing both Maki and Yuta to coo at how cute she was. Neither of them have met Toge’s little sister before, besides seeing the odd video and picture from their friend; so seeing the young girl that’s no more than six shyly greeting them definitely causes them to find her adorable.

Toge, on the other hand, was ecstatic. Even though he does not see her as often, due to college and all, he still loves his baby sister to death. Without a fail he will send birthday and christmas presents to the young girl, receiving videos of his baby sister unwrapping them on camera and thanking him with the cutest smile on her face. However, he knows that she still does fear him - so he wasn’t too shocked when she just shyly clutched onto the front of Gojo’s uniform; shaking her head repeated whilst the older man tried to coax her to go and greet the others.

Yuta, as if feeling her distress, decided to get up and gestures for his friend to follow, both boys quietly making their way towards her whilst Maki stayed back to watch with a smile. “Hello there.” Yuta greeted quietly as he bent down to her height, giving the young girl a welcoming smile whilst Toge stood over the two of them. “My name is Yuta, you must be Toge’s younger sister?” He asks in a kind tone as he gestures to the other boy, who just waves at his sister warmly.

At the sight of the two males, the younger girl freezes up before burying herself deeper into Gojo’s jacket, causing the older man to chuckle as he rests his palm on her back soothingly. “Don’t be scared. Like I said, they are nice people.” He tried to coax the little girl, who refused to pull her face out of his uniform jacket. Her action caused Toge’s shoulders to sag a little, feeling bad that his own baby sister was scared of him.

It wasn’t his fault that his ability causes him to have tattoos on the side of his mouth and tongue. He remembers crying about it when he was younger too, but had gotten used to it ever since. Plus, a few of his uncles and aunts carry the same markings too, so he didn’t feel too alone.

But when your own baby sister is clearly scared of you, anyone would be sad.

Maki, as if sensing the tension, got up before she made her way towards the two, gently smacking the back of Yuta’s head as she squatted down beside the male; who glared at her in response as he rubbed the back of his head lightly. “You’re hopeless.” She grumbled before she turned to face the little girl with a smile, who had shyly glanced over the new addition to the group. “Y/N-chan, my name is Maki.” The woman greeted in a surprisingly soft tone, causing the little girl to loosen her hold a little on Gojo’s jacket. “Your onii-chan has told us a lot about you, and Yuta and I are quite excited that you came to visit us all the way in Tokyo.”

The three males shared a shocked look, having never expected Maki to be able to converse in such a soft tone with anyone before. But somehow she is doing it - quietly talking and coaxing the girl out of Gojo’s jacket; and soon the two girls joined hands to go to the vending machine to grab a drink. Yuta and Toge both blinked, sharing a look between each other whilst the two girls slowly faded off into the distance. Even Gojo was quite shocked by the outcome, grinning over at the two as he rest his face in his hand, his elbow resting on his bent knee with a grin. “Oya? Seems like you’ve got some competition for attention, Toge-kun.”

“...Tuna.” Toge huffed, and if his zipper was down, there was definitely a pout set on his lips as he looked away from the grinning older man. “Gojo-sensei.” Yuta said with a soft frown as he glances over at his teacher disapprovingly, who only gave a cheeky smile in response. Yuta ignored the older male as he got up, gently patting Toge on the shoulder with a smile as his friend glances over at the slightly taller male. “Don’t mind, Toge - I am sure all we need to do is help her warm up to you a little more. I mean, it’s been awhile since you’ve last saw her. Maybe she just needs more time.”

Toge gave his friend an uncertain look, but it wasn’t like there was any other choice. So he just sighs softly before he nods in defeat, to which Yuta just smiles and squeezes his shoulder reassuringly. “Don’t worry - I am sure she’ll talk to you eventually.

As the day continue to go by, Toge was pretty sure that there was no way the two of you are going to be bonding anytime soon.

Throughout the entire day, you have been clearly shadowing Maki around; asking her if she can teach you things, following her about as she went to class; clinging onto her every word as she entertained your curious questions. Yuta wasn’t any better then Toge, but she still managed to talk to him without flinching or running away from him; but she’d have to be clutching onto Maki or be close to the older girl whenever she’s conversing with Yuta. Even Panda had some interactions with you - well, it was more so you jumping and climbing all over the panda with the bright smile and loudly giggles whilst Panda laid there, letting you climb about his fluffy body.

However Maki did actually try to get the younger girl to talk to him - asking the young girl to go and ask if her older brother wanted a drink after class, quietly coaxing her to go and ask him for things like snacks or change for snacks. The younger girl though, was not having it - shaking her head with tearful eyes, silently begging the older girl without using her words. This caused Toge to deflate and his mood to drop significantly. It wasn’t like he can control his appearance to begin with.

To be honest, he had never thought much about his appearance. Because of this, he was used to getting comments and hiding his tattoos so he didn’t really stand out - but when it’s his baby sister, who he loves with his entire heart, is the one scared of him?

Now that was just another low.

Toge whines as he leans back into his seat, watching his baby sister going about following Maki as she went about her day. Yuta, who was seated next to the sulking teen, glances over at him in amusement as he finishes his mouthful of water. “Maybe she just needs some time to warm up to you.” He tried to offer, feeling bad that he was feeling this way. He was sure having your baby sister fear you was probably not the best feeling. Must have been another slap to the face when she ended up falling about your best friend. “I mean, she’s still young. She’ll grow out of this.”

The same boy just whines and tilts his head back with his eyes closed, trying not to think about the entire thing. It was because of this that he didn’t hear soft whispers and footsteps, only looking over curiously when he felt someone gently tapping on his knee. Opening his eyes quietly, he looks pulls his head up just in time to see his baby sister, cheeks rosy and eyes downcast as she held out a crudely picked bunch of flowers. Maki stood beside the young girl with an amused look on her face, looking over at Toge with a raised eyebrow when he looks up as well. “Salmon?”

“Y/N here said she wanted to make you feel better.” Maki said with a grin as he reaches down to pet the soft girl on the hair whilst the young girl just shyly nods her head. “She felt bad, since I told her that you’re sad that she’s scared of you.” Maki continues whilst Toge blinks before he carefully takes the flowers from the girl’s young hand. Quietly she wrapped her arms around his legs, since he was seated on a few seats higher from the ground.

Her reaction caused Toge to freeze, watching as she nuzzles closer and tighter her grip even more. “...D-Don’t be sad, Nee-chan.” She mumbles out in a soft voice, one so pure and innocent that it had all the seniors coo at the little girl quietly. “I-I promise to be a g-good girl..”

Toge felt his heart melt, the sadness he felt from the day melting along with him as he reaches over to pat the top of her head gently. He had hoped that his actions spoke louder then words for him, offering the girl a soft chuckle when she just looks up at him with a bright smile. Wordlessly she held her tiny hand out for him, causing Toge to tilt his head as he grabbed it; letting the little girl start to drag him about somewhere.

Maki and Yuta decided to sit back as they watch the two siblings go off to somewhere on campus, probably to the pond located on the temple grounds to feed the fish together. “How did you convince her to approach Toge?” Yuta asks with a raised eyebrow as Maki took Toge’s place on the stone steps, her long sword resting by her side. “Oh, I just explained that her older brother loves her a lot, and ask her who do you think gets you all of those gifts on her birthday.”

“Ah, guilt tripping.” Yuta teases with a grin whilst Maki just rolls her eyes with a chuckle, nudging him softly. “I would say it’s teasing her how to count her blessing.” Was Maki’s reply as they watch the two walk deeper into the campus, Toge nodding his head with an excited look whilst the young girl was talking non-stop about something.

“But hey, at least both of them look happy.”

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