#pink diamo

[klaustozier]

privacy ; chishiya

SUMMARY: chishiya and you are hooking up for the first time and he discovers that you have a lot of piercings, in very specific places.

this is smut, be aware of what you read!

warnings: chishiya x fem!reader with piercings, pet names, degradation kink, oral (on both), slapping and spanking, choking, doggy style, ownership kink , no condoms will be used (BUT YOU MUST USE IT)

that was a request so here it is, i hope the anon that asked liked it!

word count: 2k

english is not my first language, so i'm sorry for any mistakes

enjoy!

One of Chishiya's hands went down your waist, the other held the back of your neck. The two were in bed in the blonde's room at the beach mansion. Your tongue piercing rubbed against Shuntaro's. You had piercings in your eyebrow, nose, lower lip and tongue, as well as several in your ears, which piqued Chishiya's curiosity. Could there be more places with piercings besides your face that he didn't know? He'd already seen you at the pool sporting a belly button ring, maybe there were more places to find out.

His fingers slid over your nipple, your blouse was loose on your body so he couldn't see if you were hiding something there, but his thumb felt metal in the already bristling place, which made him smile.

"Didn't know you had piercings here too", he smirked, gently sucking your lower lip, the ring you had on your lip being gently pulled by him.

"I'm full of surprises", you smiled, being kissed again.

His gentle hands pulled your black blouse up, his hands squeezing your breasts, making you moan softly. A soft gasp escaped your lips as you kissed him at the feel of your nipple being pinched.

Finally, Chishiya paid attention to your breasts, seeing the lovely piercings you wore, the spikes, around your nipple, were two small silver hearts, they were so lovely.

The blonde sighed and smirked, "How adorable… It even looks like you're all cute with those little hearts."

"But I'm cute", you replied with a pout.

"Of course you're", he agreed, squeezing your breasts, "You were all cute rubbing that fucking ass on my cock before I brought you here…"

"I was just dancing", you murmured, smiling as you received a kiss on your little pout.

"Of course… there were no ulterior motives, right, princess?"

"No, Chishiya."

The blonde smiled and kissed you, both his hands still cupping your breasts, his fingers pinching your nipples. One of his hands went up to the nape of your neck, pulling your hair, freeing up space so he could kiss your neck. You moaned, sliding your hands through his blonde hair as the skin of your neck was kissed and licked and his hand still squeezed your breast, the delicate nipple being pinched.

Chishiya's teeth began to punish your neck, biting and pulling at the skin, making you moan softly. One of his legs was between yours, pressing against your pussy, you rolled your hips against it to relieve yourself a little.

Shuntaro descended kisses to your breasts, squeezing them together in front of his face, his tongue slid from one nipple to the other, his eyes rolling, feeling the nipple piercing rub against his tongue, it was so good. Something told him there was one more piercing to discover and he couldn't wait to get to it.

The older man's hands started to open your shorts while his mouth was still busy licking your breasts. His right hand went down your belly, infiltrating your panties, his fingers touching the wet pussy, purring with the feeling of his fingers quickly getting all wet. A wicked smile grew on his face as he deepened his touch and felt the piercing jewel on your clit.

"Even your little pussy has a piercing, princess?"

"And it's really cute, Chishiya, I think you'll like it", you replied, smiling.

The blonde took your shorts off you along with your panties, getting between your legs, opening them, his fingers separating your pussy lips so he could observe the jewelry. Your clit piercing was a small hoop with a little heart in the center, with a small pink diamond. He sighed and laid down, his hands resting on your thighs as his mouth started to work.

"Chishiya!", you moaned a little louder than planned, making him laugh.

"Do you want the whole beach to know that you're being fucked, baby girl?", his tongue slid all over your pussy, placing a kiss on the delicate clitoris, "What an unnecessary scandal."

"Shut the fuck up and go back to eating me out", you ordered.

Chishiya chuckled at your audacity, his body raising, his big hand gripping your face, "So, you're in charge now? You're the one calling the shots here, huh?"

You nodded, "Yeah", you replied as if it were obvious.

He smiled and slapped you hard across the face, "Who's in charge here, baby girl?"

"You are, sir Shuntaro."

He grinned, slapping you one more time, your pretty little face contorting as two of his fingers dipped into your pussy, slowly, "Repeat."

"You are in charge here, sir Shutaro."

"Then ask nicely."

"Please", you began, your neck being held tight at the sides, eliciting a soft gasp from you, "Fucking shit… please, Chishiya, go back to sucking me, please… I need more."

"See how being nice gets you things?"

He smiled, his hand squeezed your neck a little more, while his mouth went back to work licking and sucking the delicate clit, his tongue rubbing against the piercing, it was such a good feeling he had never had and he liked it so much. You purred and whimpered, one of your hands stroking his hair while the other pinched your own nipple. With one hand, Chishiya held you down and the other fucked you hard, back and forth inside you, his fingers curling inside you as his tongue licked you, sucking your clit delicately.

He smirked, letting go of your neck, his hand going to you pussy and starting to caress your clit, "Your piercing is so cute, baby girl."

"Did you liked it?", you asked, trying to control your whimpers.

"It looks so cute… makes you look so adorable… so good to fuck…"

"Oh, fuck me", you moaned when he got back to his work.

Your body arched, your hands gripping his blonde hair, rolling your hips against his mouth, coming with a soft needy whimper. Chishiya smiled and kissed your pussy before he finally stopped finger fucking you. He climbed up your body and kissed you, his mouth completely drooling with your pleasure, sharing the delicate taste with you.

"Lay down", you whispered.

Chishiya promptly obeyed, you climbed onto his body, pulling him to sit up so you could remove the white jacket he was wearing and his blouse, kissing him as you undressed him, scratching his chest with the long fake nails you wore. All he could think about was how it would feel to have that piercing on your tongue rub against his cock, it was already wonderful to feel it against his tongue. The blonde was laid down on the bed and was completely undressed.

He sighed softly as your delicate hand wrapped around his cock, your other hand wrapped around his balls and began a gentle massage, making him purr and sigh, his fingers sliding through your hair, and the soft touch was replaced by a tight grip on the strands when he felt the delicate tongue run through the length of his cock. The rounded tip of the piercing made his eyes roll back in his head.

"Fuck", he cursed.

Your mouth enveloped him and began to move up and down the length. Your tongue pressed against the underside of his hard cock, your piercing pressing against his veins, eliciting low whimpers and moans from him. The pre-come sloshed onto your tongue, making you purr at the taste of it. His eyes focused on yours, holding his gaze as your mouth tightened around the thick cock.

"I love feeling your piercing on my cock, baby girl", he purred, holding your head in place by your hair and starting to rock his hips against your mouth.

The sounds of you gagging made him moan louder, completely surrendered to the pleasure he felt. Your eyes were watering, your mouth completely slobbered with saliva, you were beautiful with all those piercings adorning your little face.

"Fuck", he growled, letting go of the soft hair, "On all fours… now…"

You took the cock out of your mouth, saliva connecting your mouth to it, with one hand, you wiped your lips before kissing him, your little hands resting on his shoulders as his hands squeezed your breasts.

"I want you on all fours", he repeated, you sat on your own legs, making him laugh, "You are impossible", he slapped you in the face, "On all fours."

"No", you shook your head.

Chishiya chuckled, "Slut", and once more, he smacked you across the face, his hand grabbing your chin, "On all fours, now, fucking dumb whore."

"Ok", you nodded and obeyed finally.

You positioned your ass in front of him, receiving a harsh slap, "You're so fucking hot", he purred, your adorable piercing gleaming in the bedroom light.

Chishiya slapped your ass a few more times, biting his lower lip, hearing you moan and thrust your ass towards him. He sighed and knelt on the bed behind you, holding his cock and rubbing it against your wet pussy, getting low and soft whimpers from you, which was all he wanted to hear.

"Please, Chishiya", you whispered.

Your legs shook as he positioned his cock at your entrance, "Wanna get fucked, baby doll?"

"Yes, please", you moaned, feeling the head of his cock pushing in and out of you, and only that, your hands gripping the sheets, "Please fuck me… make me all loose for you, Chishiya."

The blonde laughed and slapped you on the ass again, "Fucking bitch."

And he did what you wanted, getting his cock in you. Chishiya moaned softly when he was all the way inside you, one of his hands gripping your ass to move you the way he saw fit and the other pulling your hair, tipping your head back as he fucked you.

His movements were fast and got stronger when you purred asking him to go harder, to stretch you out right, as you said so yourself. The sounds of skin hitting on skin mixed with their moans, sweat glued his bangs on his forehead, his hips never ceasing to move, using your body as he saw fit.

Chishiya laid over your body, pulling you against him, keeping his body erect and hugging yours, his mouth wrapped yours as he thrusted, the soft moans from you being swallowed by him. His hand went up to your breasts, pinching the nipples hard, their tongues rubbing and tangling.

"I want to cum", you asked, your nose pressed against his.

One of his hands went down your body, sliding through your nipple piercing, to your belly button piercing until he reached what was on your clit and began to massage it quickly, while his hips were still making the movements. Your lips parted to moan and he took the opportunity to kiss you again, his tongue gliding against yours.

The inside of you squeezed him tight, an agonized moan left your lips, your chest rising and falling, breathing desperately while your mouth was still dominated. He thrust a few more times, his fingers still playing with your clit to send you through your orgasm. When the moans from you became desperate, he stopped his movements.

"Can I cum on your tits, baby girl?", he asked, kissing your neck while his hands caressed your breasts.

"Yes, you can", you agreed with uneven breathing.

You were helped to kneel on the floor, standing in front of Chishiya who sat on the edge of the bed. You took your breasts, squeezing them around his cock, your body moving up and down, massaging his cock using your soft skin.

The blonde's brown eyes watched you pleasure him, your nipple piercings glistening, the adorable little hearts made it seem like the act wasn't so pornographic and he loved it. His fingers slid through your hair as his hips thrust carefully against your breasts.

With low, soft moans, he finally came, his cum falling onto your beautiful breasts, marking the delicate skin. Chishiya panted heavily watching you release his cock only to bring your fingers to the cum on your skin and bring it to your mouth.

"Such a fucking little slut", he purred, pulling you in for a kiss.

Chishiya put you on the bed and got a towel from the bathroom in his room and wet it to clean your breasts. The two of them spent a little more time kissing until you yawned and he thought it was adorable that you were sleepy and he pulled you to sleep on his chest and they spent the night cuddling like that.

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[fiori-jewels-dubai]

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[seeingdoublesu]

So how exagtly were the two Stevens born in this au? (If it was explained before then sorry for asking.)

It is in the FAQ page, but for those on mobile:

Instead of one child like they were expecting, Rose and Greg found out that she was carrying twins. Just like any other pregnancy, the got an ultras sound and such becuse I seriously doubt Rose was able to replicate the entire female reproduction system without some sort of medical guidance.

So they find out during an appointment with a private physician. Soon after, the twins were born. But of course, Rose only has One Gem. So Steve got gained the power of the diamonds, all of it, right off the bat. And so all of the “Rose was Pink” drama doesn’t really happen, but the boys are born into her problems right off the bat. 

Steven doesn’t have any magic, but he trains with Connie and the two are still a great team! (Yes Steven is dating Connie, Steve is a lonesome turtle who loves them both very much.) 

So yeah! That’s how that came to be! Hope that helps! I’ll add this to this to the FAQ tag for mobile users!

#FAQ #seeing double #seeing double au #seeing double!au #steven #steve #steven universe #steven universe au #Su #Suau #Rose #Pink #pink diamo #rose quartz #Greg

[doctorcorbys-junkdrawer]

Line by Line analysis of Love Like You

"If I could begin to be Half of what you think of me"

Pink is living a charade as Rose who everyone looks up to, and doesn't see herself as the hero they do.

"I could do about anything I could even learn how to love"

Pink thinks if she were as amazing as people think she is she would be able to understand/love/have more empathy.

"When I see the way you act Wondering when I'm coming back"

Pink/Rose is watching everyone from inside Steven's gem.

"I could do about anything I could even learn how to love Like you"

Seeing how much everyone loves her inspires her to be more understanding/loving (as steven)

"I always thought I might be bad"

Pink/Rose worries that her actions in the past have been bad, such as when she was actively colonizing earth, and her actions as Rose quartz.

"Now I’m sure that its true ‘cause I think you’re so good And I’m nothing like you"

The acts of the humans around her (specifically Greg) paint a clear picture to her of why they are good and she is bad.

"Look at you go I just adore you"

Pink/Rose finds humans adorable and entertaining, in the same way we find kittens and cute animals.

"I wish that I knew What makes you think I'm so special"

Pink/Rose doesn't understand what Greg and others see in her because she knows the bad things she's done.

"If I could begin to do Something that does right by you I would do about anything I would even learn how to love"

Rose/Pink wants to be worthy of the love that she has received and "do right by it." By sacrificing herself and becoming steven, she is now learning how to love as a human.

#rose quartz #pink diamo #steven universe #a single pale rose #love like you #lyrics

[lapphysapphy]

Wait guys!

I remember someone was asking how Pink could hold on to being “Rose” for so long.

She’s a Deep-Cut like Amethyst! And we all saw how long she kept up her disguise of Jasper!

So her being a Deep-Cut combined with being a Diamond made her keep up the appearance of “Rose!”

Though, it’s been a thousand years, right? Even for her, that’s pretty long and rough keeping it up, though. So maybe when she was alone or with Pearl that she turned back temporarily to give herself a break.

#su spoilers #su theory #???? #steven universe #rose quartz #pink diamo #wow #i still can't believe the rose that we knew #wasn't even a Rose at all #literally ponk

[vansfriend]

Rhude x Vans Diamo Ni and Acer Ni SP

#Vans #Rhude #Vans Diamo Ni #Vans Diamo #Diamo #Vans Acer #Acer #Vans Acer Ni #Acer Ni #Vans Off The Wall #Off The Wall #2020 #World Famous #Swag #Vans Style #Other #Vans Classic #Vans Classics #Pink #Diamo Ni #Vans Sneaker #Sneaker #Vasn Sneakers #Sneakers

[mgx0]

Something feels off, but I can’t put my finger on it :T

If you like my works consider supporting me on Patreon:

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#Steven Universe #great diamond authority #Yellow Diamond #Blue Diamond #Pink Diamond #white diamo #JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #JJBA #SU #Crazy Diamond #Is this a shitpost? #Or just a simple fanart? #I honestly have no idea.

[thatgirlinskullz]

THISSS!!!! 

#su #steven universe #su spoilers #season 5 finale #change your mind #battle of heart and mind #white diamo #pink diamond #connie #steven

[quicktiger-rblx]

such a sweet girl, the fuck is a rebellion?

#the other two got a lotta love #ik she has her own post #but like #she needs some love too #pink diamond #steven universe #steven universe pink diamo #pink

[noxymlp]

How does your version (or vision) look like fusion of the four diamonds (all together) ?

This is one of my versions ‘’Light Diamond’’ and i am bad at matching colors together 

I have another but i was too lazy to draw it. let me know if you want to see it but it will take me some time 

#su #steven universe #steven universe fan art #white diamond steven universe #pink diamond steven universe #blue diamond steven universe #yellow diamond steven universe #white diamond #pink diamond #blue diamond #yellow diamo #fusion #su fiuson #fusion of four #diamond fusion #su diamonds #su diamond

[lovedrunkheadcanons]

Chapter Contents

(Arranged Marriage Fic) Read on AO3

Rated M

The air smelled different. 

Sunlight peeked through makeshift curtains of a window.

Blinking to prevent the moisture from leaving her eyes, Hannah craned her neck and rubbed the sleep from her lids. Her head was suspended on a soft cushion. A thick blanket draped over her shoulders. She appeared to be lying on a mattress. 

Weird. She hadn’t remembered falling asleep here.

Slowly, Hannah sat up from the bed and stretched out her arms, a tired yawn escaping her lips. She hadn’t slept that wonderfully in ages.

Then she froze. 

As she raised her elbows past her face, the embroidered silks of her wedding kimono were replaced with soft pink pajamas. Her pajamas. 

They had little succulents on them. 

Also, she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Someone had seen her naked. Someone had seen her naked and gone through her stuff.

There was certainly not a spasm in her eyebrow.  

Nope. Definitely not.

Trying not to dwell on the matter further, Hannah looked around the bedroom.

In keeping with Japanese sensibilities, the dormitory was very sparse. Situated along eggshell colored walls were limited pieces of furniture, such as a dresser, a writing desk, and a hanging mirror. An alarm clock and lamp were plugged on a night table, near her bed. Next to the large window pane stood a door, hiding a single bathroom, meaning the other door probably lead outside.

She caught sight of a familiar briefcase near the foot of her bed. 

Aha!

Quick as lightning, Hannah rolled the duvet off her shoulders and swung her legs over to stand. The smooth wooden floor felt cool on her bare feet. 

But just as she rounded the corner of the bed, the poor girl swiveled too fast, and, without so much as a warning, banged her right knee smack-dab in the middle of an unassuming bed post. Hard.

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph…!!” she cursed through gritted teeth, massaging her kneecap in an effort to dispel the throbbing pain before adding a quiet, “…love me.” Blimey, that really hurt. Why did she have to be clumsier than a newborn giraffe? Would’ve been easier to climb over the bed.

She was sure to brandish a nasty bruise by nightfall.

Still reeling from the pain, the woman hobbled over to her luggage, muttering “bloody bed-posts” under her breath, and grabbed the worn leather handle. Then she hauled the heavy trunk onto the bed, clicked apart the clasps, and opened the compartment. 

The pungent smell of mothballs ascended up her nose and specs of dust traveled down her windpipe, causing her to cough.

Her old trunk broke, so the replacement was gifted to her by Sister Edith. Obviously, it hadn’t been used in a long time.

Which reminds me. I’ll have to thank her for all this later, she thought, striking her chest with a fist in an effort to expel the dust.

Now dealing with a throbbing knee and a cough, Hannah peered into the trunk.

She owned the bare essentials: a few undergarments, three floral dresses, two pairs of jeans and shorts, some t-shirts, a pair of ballet flats and strappy sandals, a hairbrush, toiletries, etc. She even had some worn renditions of The Story of a Soul, Treasure Island, and Pride & Prejudice tucked within the slits of the suitcase. 

Other valuables included a rosary, a small crucifix, and five sealed paper envelopes, barely full with what sounded like tiny beads when shaken, but they were not beads. Her smile was almost giddy as she brought one of the brown packets to her nose. Scented oil, rosa damascena, still rimmed the edges of the card stock. Their blossoms were sure to be top notch. She very much looked forward to digging into the little beauties later. However, their contents paled in comparison to her most prized possession. 

Where is it?

At first, she panicked for not spotting the lapis blue box, the words Chaumet scrolled in gold cursive on the top, but quickly relaxed upon finding it hidden under one of her folded dresses. 

With bated breath, she popped open the lid. 

Inlaid with old mine diamonds and emerald cabochons, the art deco choker was worth a small fortune. It had once been a birthday present for her mother, upon turning seventeen and officially entering society. The custom piece could be fashioned both as a necklace and a bandeau. A sparkling set of diamond posts completed the ensemble. 

Thank God. Everything looked to be intact.

Her mother never left a will or final testimony before her death. When confronted about the jewel’s whereabouts, Lord Thames, sweet as vinegar, pretended having no inclination about its existence, and deigned his “darling” niece too avaricious for her own good. Naturally, this was a worse than average lie. Everyone knew Lady Elizabeth was quite fond of the necklace. Wasserton House held several portraits of her adorned in the glittering bijoux. Though, this didn’t stop Hannah from having to grovel on her hands and knees, until her uncle finally relinquished the emeralds.

The throb in her knee now morphed into a new ache. Hannah never had cause to wear the necklace, but it'd been her mother’s most treasured possession.

That was reason enough to keep it

There was a knock at the door, startling Hannah from her gloomy thoughts. 

It was Mr. Ijichi, dressed in a navy suit and tie.

“Good morning, Hannah-chan!” he bowed cheerily as she opened the door. “Ah, I see that you’ve just woke up. Not to worry. This should only take a moment. I’ve come to deliver a message.” He quickly dished out a piece of paper from his blazer pocket. “You see, our school principal, Yaga-sama, would be honored if you'd join him for breakfast at 9 o’clock. I'd gladly escort you myself, but alas, a student is in need of transportation. So, I’ve come to give you a map of the campus grounds. You seem bright, so just follow the directions and you should be fine. Have a good day.”

He handed her the map, bowed graciously again, and dashed down the hallway, disappearing from view. 

Wordlessly, Hannah closed the door and glanced at the clock on her bed stand.

8:04 AM. 

Hannah inhaled the smell of sweet grass. The humid air filled her lungs. It was already getting hot. Good thing she wore her hair in a braid. 

Stepping outside the hallway, she stood in the midst of a long veranda, overlooking an impressive dry garden, or karesansui as it was called. Rows of pebbles were perfectly combed in symmetrical lines and patterns, reminiscent of cross-stitches. A pond dipped beside the stone bed. Little blobs of orange koi swam below the wading lily pads. Canopies of willow and wisteria trees shaded the landscape as little hummingbird moths buzzed around azalea shrubs and bearded irises, hungry for their morning meal. Their little velvety bodies shining in the sun. 

It was breathtaking. 

“Wow,” she said appreciatively, her mouth slightly hung open. “A girl could get used to this.”

Best of all, there wasn’t a cloud in sight. She was free to stare into the endless dome of the sky. 

Turquoise blue, she mused dreamily, but immediately struck a hand against her cheek. Stop that! There’s no way she was going to let him spoil a beautiful morning. Not when he wasn’t even here for Pete’s sake. Absolutely not. 

Get a grip, Hannah.

Shaking the swirls of blue away, the young woman unfurled the folded map. Mr. Ijichi courteously outlined where she needed to go in bright red arrows.

Shouldn’t be so bad.

She examined the piece of paper thoroughly, glanced down at her watch to make sure she wasn’t too pressed for time, and began marching towards the shichidō garan, or main worshiping space, located on the east side of campus. 

Venturing past the zen garden and down a flight of stairs, the twenty year old turned right, then made a left, then another left, walked under a large torii gate that was stationed in the middle of the path, only to come face to face with another stone garden. 

Where's a Marauder's Map when you need one? thought Hannah, praying she hadn’t walked in one huge circle. I was just here, wasn’t I?

She returned to her map. Despite the confusion, she appeared to be heading in the right direction.

On she went, her ballet flats softly clicking the cobblestone pavement.

She sauntered up another flight of stairs, nearly out of breath, before spotting the mokoshi pent roofs hiding amongst the many ginkgos and pines. Since the campus was meant to imitate a Buddhist school, seven Zenshūyō hallways surrounded a square plaza, their curved tiers looking like rafters on a boat. Each hall carried a different purpose, though Hannah couldn’t remember what they were, other than the temple, which served as the primary prayer space. 

The map was telling her to enter the third doorway on her left.

As Hannah climbed up the steps and approached Yaga’s office, she noticed the sliding shoji doors were left ajar. A banquet of food, large enough to feed a family of six, lay atop a shortened table, a chabudai. Each dish looked more tantalizing than the last; steamed rice, miso soup, tamagoyaki, natto, pickled vegetables, grilled fish, and other cuisines Hannah couldn’t name. A piping hot kettle of green tea sat in the middle of the meal. It all smelled heavenly. Her stomach grumbled, but she wasn't alone. 

Two men sat quietly along the low table.

One of them was a hulking figure of a man, wearing an open black jacket and white zip-up. He was huge. Hannah almost mistook him for a retired rugby player. The bloke looked like he could break her arm with a squeeze of his hand. She couldn’t make out the color of his eyes because they were obscured by a pair of large sunglasses, not unlike someone else she knew, though instead of snow white locks, his spiky black hair was buzzed in a serious crew cut. A goatee outlined his chiseled jaw. 

Hannah gulped. This man was not to be trifled with, for in his meaty hands he held…

a needle?

Huh?

A tuft of wool lay limp in his other fist.

Wait a minute…Is he?…are those?…Is he making …dolls? And why are they so…cute?

It was unnatural, witnessing a grown man using a reverse needle to create adorable animals, but sure enough. Behind the scowling giant, stood a small legion of multicolored puppies, closed-eyed kittens, and grinning bears. Hannah swore one of the dolls turned its head to wink at her, but she quickly chalked this up to being ravenous from hunger. 

After all, stuffed animals couldn’t wink. How absurd. 

But why so many? The woman questioned herself, though she dared not laugh.

The man was so focused in his doll-making that he had yet to acknowledge Hannah’s presence. Using this to her advantage, the young woman turned her attention to his companion.

She recognized the soft brown eyes and Franciscan robes instantly. 

“Fr. O’Malley?!” The woman nearly shouted. 

The meek Capuchin smiled warmly, and gave a friendly wave, while his doll-making companion looked up from his unfinished plushie. 

Though he wore sunglasses, Hannah’s spine went rigid from what must have been a very menacing glare.

“Why, you must be Hannah,” rumbled the man in Japanese. He placed the needle and doll on the table. His face, unsmiling. “My name is Yaga Masamichi. I am the principal of Jujutsu High. On behalf of our faculty and staff, welcome.”

A frog lodged itself in her throat.

“The…The pleasure’s mine, Yaga…sama.” 

“Ha!” he laughed, still not smiling. ”You’re not one of my students. Only Kiyotaka calls me Yaga-sama. Please, it's Masamichi.”

“O-Okay, Masamichi-san.” Hannah’s voice was soft as a mouse. She wanted to hide.

“And I’m sure you're already acquainted with my friend here.” The principal rested a large hand on the priest’s shoulder, “This is Fr. Thomas O’Malley. He works for the Archdiocese of Tokyo. He also acts as a Window for the school.”

A Window? thought Hannah. She had no idea what a “Window” was. She doubted it had anything to do with the arching katōmado along the buildings.

So, him presiding over the wedding hadn’t been accidental. Here she suspected Fr. O’Malley was a poor random sap, forced to cooperate with The Association’s demands. When, in actuality, he was an insider this whole time. The betrayal stung.

“It’s truly wonderful to see you again, Hannah,” the priest said jovially. A ghost of an Irish accent danced on the tip of his tongue. “My, you must be famished. Do help yourself to some breakfast.” 

The woman needn't be told twice. Too nervous from yesterday, she'd eaten very little. Her stomach was about ready to cave in on itself. Wasting no time, she grabbed a small bowl and filled it with the delicious looking food. Then, making the sign of the cross, she whispered a short “Itadakimasu”, pulled apart a pair of chopsticks, ohashi, and plopped some sticky rice into her salivating mouth. The white grain tasted sublime. She didn’t catch the thoughtful expression on Fr. O’Malley’s face as she ate.

“I must say, you impress me, lass. Your Japanese ain’t half bad.” He chuckled softly. “Far cry from the likes of England, no? How long have you studied the language?”

Hannah swallowed a mouthful of food. Since Masamichi-san greeted her in Japanese, she only thought it polite to reciprocate, but her fluency wasn’t nearly as good as Fr. O’Malley let on. She had immense trouble understanding people the other day at the wedding. Her comprehension was decent when they spoke normally, but speed talkers were the absolute worst. The bride wasn’t able to decipher “kawaii” from “kawai,” which was problematic because the words were basically polar opposites of each other.

Fr. O’Malley waited patiently for her answer.

Best to keep up with appearances. 

“Well, uh, as of now, nearly… four months, I think,” she said in cautious Japanese.

“Four months?!” parroted the two men disbelievingly. Apparently, Principal Yaga wondered the same thing. Four months was hardly enough time to become fluent in a foreign language.

Hannah cleared her throat, nervously. She hated having an audience. Explaining might be tricky.

“Since my engagement, I’ve been studying under the Sisters of St. Horatia…um…One of the nuns acted as my Japanese instructor.” 

“Ah, but of course,” exclaimed Fr. Thomas, snapping his fingers. “How could I forget? Yes, that makes perfect sense.” 

“Sisters of St. Horatia?” Principal Yaga asked.

Fr. Thomas nodded and turned to his friend.

“The Ancient Sisters of St. Horatia have the ability to alter the flow of time within a limited space. Elongating time by one hundredth of a second, they can draw five hours out of one minute. It's akin to Domain Expansion. Helpful, if you want to learn something fast. Many excorcists pilgrimage to their convent, looking to hone their skills. However, the nuns are very selective about who enters, but if you're one of the lucky few, they’ll teach you just about anything you want to know; Japanese included...I’m a huge admirer of their gardens, myself. Reckon they have the most fragrant roses in all of Europe.”

Hannah bobbed her head in agreement, glad to have been rescued from speaking. 

“I see…Interesting,” muttered the principal, his folded hands pressed neatly to his lips in contemplation. There was so much the jujutsu world didn't know about Western magic. He’d be sure to inquire his friend about these time altering nuns later. “Anyway, let’s get down to business, shall we? I’m sure you’re wondering why we've asked you to join us this morning, Hannah.”

Hannah pursed her lips. Sensing that the conversation was becoming serious, she placed her chopsticks gently on her plate. She already knew what they were going to ask. “It’s about The Sight, isn’t it?” 

Yaga raised his eyebrows, looking somewhat pleased. “So, The Association kept their end of the bargain…Good. Very good. Makes our job easier.” He shared a nod with Fr. O’Malley. 

The Capuchin cleared some dishes away to create a small gap and lifted a dark wooden box, no bigger than a cigarette case, onto the table. He dutifully opened the lid.

Suddenly, Hannah’s chest felt compressed by an invisible weight. A wave of dread penetrated the air. The familiar sensation of spidery fingers scratched into the crevices of her brain. A row of sharp needle-like teeth twisted in a demented smile. The rancid traces of ammonia, mixed with rotting flesh pierced her nose. Piles of mangled corpses. That scratchy voice.

Not one shall live. Not one!

Hannah almost surrendered the contents of her stomach. The severed finger looked as if it were dipped in formaldehyde. Its puce colored skin, wrinkled from rigor mortis. A sharp black claw was glued to the nail bed. 

“Is that?…”

“Indeed,” said the priest forebodingly. “This is the Cursed Object recovered from the Louvre. Hard to believe that this foul thing was protecting the museum, eh? Wonder how it found its way to Paris?”

“We were told you predicted the attack,” bellowed Masamichi, not one for small talk.

“I…Well… I didn’t do much…Just had a nightmare, is all. I wouldn’t —”

“Your dreams are not accidents,” barked the school principal. He talked much like Lord Thames, the resemblance was uncanny. “The vision was likely triggered by the volatility in the atmosphere. The amount of Cursed Energy has been unprecedented these past few — "

Fr. O’Malley nudged his comrad in the ribs with his elbow. The big gimp wasn’t helping matters. The girl was clearly trembling. 

“What my friend, here, is trying to say," interrupted the priest calmly, sincerity etched his voice. "You must have these visions quite often, yes?” 

Hannah looked down at her lap. Too often. The nightmares seemed to haunt her almost every night. 

An old man sitting on a park bench feeding the birds, a lonely businessman waiting for the a train in the middle of the night, some teenage girl taking a selfie on an unmarked grave, or a newborn baby sleeping peacefully in its crib. Didn’t matter their age, or who they were. The crunching of their bones and splattering of their blood sounded the same. They hardly stood a chance, most of them caught completely unaware. Cursed Spirits were never subtle.

It was unfair that she woke up safe and unharmed, while they were silenced forever.

“Hannah?…”

Since the Louvre, The case of the newborn infant had been, by far, the worst. She’d never heard a baby wail like that. An innocent life, snuffed out before it had a chance to truly live. 

And those four vermilion eyes, sequestered in the shadows.

“Thames,” they hissed.

“Hannah!”

The woman blinked, red eyes vanishing. The principal and priest shifted back into focus, as if emerging from a fog.

“Thought we lost you there, lass. You alright?” 

“Y-Yes,” she whispered in a quivering voice, “I’m fine. Really.” Despite the bile pooling in her throat, yeah, she was perfectly fine. 

The two men shared knowing looks.

“Humor me, Hannah,” said the hawk-faced principal. “How much do you know about the legendary Cursed Spirit, Sukuna?” 

Scarlet flickered, then quickly faded.

“Sukuna?” she said, testing the name on her lips. “The name sounds familiar, I guess, but…No, I don’t believe I’ve ever heard of such a spirit.”

Principal Yaga opened his mouth to continue, but Fr. O’Malley beat him to it, elbowing him in the ribs once again.

“I think it's best that I be the one to explain it, Masamichi,” he said wryly and in a softened voice mumbled, “You’ve intimidated the girl enough.”

“I…alright, fine,” retorted the spiky haired man, emitting a small cough into his sleeve. His ears turned pink. “Go ahead, Tom.” 

“Right. Let’s see now….” the Capuchin collected his thoughts. His soft brown eyes hardened to stone. “A thousand years ago, during the height of jujutsu, there existed a man who many considered to be the strongest Cursed User on earth. He was likened to a god and crowned himself ‘The King of Curses.’ Brutal, immoral, and sadistic, Ryomen Sukuna’s cruelty knew no bounds. Humanity was his plaything to torture and dispose of as he wished. The body count was staggering, and many people went missing. It was a dark time in Japan’s history,” The priest's voice grew more solemn. “Eventually, Sorcerers from both East and West banded together to vanquish the malevolent king, but not before Sukuna became a Cursed Spirit and separated himself into pieces. To this day, his twenty fingers lie scattered, waiting to be rejoined with their master.”

“Twenty?” she shivered.

“Yes. You’re looking at one of them now. Sukuna was said to have four arms.”

“Oh,” was all Hannah managed to say. “That’s…not good.”

“Indeed. When all the fingers are reunited, Sukuna will be fully resurrected and regain his powers. Only pain and suffering await such a future. It would bring this country to its knees.”

The number of unexplained deaths and missing persons in Japan was on par to exceed 8,000 that year. Humans were hard pressed enough without the need of a demon dictator. (That is, when they weren’t secreting negative energy onto themselves, increasing the abundance of Curses.)

“That’s where you come in, Hannah,” Masamichi’s thundering voice intervened. “Little is understood about The Sight, since few people have been gifted with the ability, but it’s generally believed that the visions are triggered by intense influxes of Cursed Energy — Well, powerful Cursed Objects to be more precise — Their protective seals are beginning to wane, making the quiet ones easier to spot. Until we find a way to destroy the fingers, we need your help to find the remaining nineteen.”

The room grew very still, Hannah could hear the birds chirping outside. 

“I don't have a choice, do I?”

“No,” came the Capuchin’s sad reply. “You never did, really. Had you refused, both parties would’ve forced their hands. This task is too important, and The Sight, rarer still. We need to recover those fingers before more people get hurt, or worse, before a Cursed User gets ahold of them. Sukuna still has loyal followers.”

“Time is of the essence.”

Hannah stared into her lap, thinking. The fear of having to witness more innocents suffer in her sleep was grotesque, yes, but the good far outweighed the bad, right? She would be saving people. Actually saving people, instead of watching them succumb to their fates. The Sight would be both the poison and the cure. That left one remaining question. The band of gold glinted on her finger. Cold daggers of glacial blue pierced moss brown.

“You’re not my prisoner.”

“So, why marriage?” implored the woman tentatively, her tiny voice barely audible amongst the birdsong. “What does marriage have to do with any of this? Knowing what you just told me, I would’ve done anything you asked.” 

“A reasonable question, whereby the answer is well above our pay grade,” came Masamichi’s curt tone. He knew better than to mettle in aristocratic affairs. Burned himself far too many times poking those particular fires. His ordained companion, on the other hand, gave a more diplomatic reply, but not before casting the principal a dirty look. 

“I’m sure neither Masamichi and I are best suited to explain the political machinations of Sorcerer families to you, of all people, Hannah,” said Fr. O’Malley somberly. “But to tell the truth, we don’t know what Lord Thames and the higher-ups have in store for you and Satoru. Of course, there’s the obvious prospect of children, but nothing jumps out specifically.”

Hannah couldn’t help herself. At the mention of her enigmatic husband, the dam broke.

“But Satoru — That doesn’t explain why he agreed to— I mean — Oh, Father, Masamichi-san, he <em>hates</em> me! Made himself scarce, the moment we were alone. Said he ‘didn’t want to be a babysitter’ and all that. How do they expect this marriage to work, if he can’t stand the sight of me?"

The more Hannah talked, the more desperate she became. She’d been so hopeful, anticipating Satoru would accept the roles of marriage with open arms, just as she had, only to have the rug pulled out from under her. Nothing made sense. Nobody was giving her straight answers about this man she married. The muscles in her forehead were beginning to tighten and constrict; the early signs of a migraine.

At this exasperated confession, both principal and priest exhaled a weary sigh. 

“Goddammit,” cursed Masamichi under his breath. He ignored the menacing glare Fr. O’Malley shot his way, knowing how sensitive the Christian pastor was to his profanity, and removed his sunglasses to massage his eyes. “That idiot.”

“Oh, we suspected this might happen,” mourned Fr. O’Malley, his ire towards his friend, soon forgotten. “Honestly, the nerve of that bleedin’ melter. Mark my words, one day he’s going to trap himself ten feet under, and there'll be no Infinity or Six Eyes to bail him out.” Then the priest shook his head and sighed, “Well, Masamichi, you’ll have to speak to him. He’s not a boy anymore. At this rate, the lad can kiss his teaching aspirations goodbye. Last thing we need is 'top-brass' breathin’ down our necks.” 

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll talk to him. The brat,” groaned the principal, waving a lackadaisical hand at the priest. He placed his sunglasses back on the bridge of his nose and faced Hannah. “I apologize for Satoru’s behavior, Hannah. In the meantime, feel free to explore the campus grounds all you like. We intend to make this your new home.”

Quietly, Hannah kept staring at her hand.

“Is there anything else you wanted to ask us, lass?” inquired the priest.

The hazel-eyed woman paused. Actually, there was something else, remembering the tiny scented envelopes in her trunk. 

“Hmm. Yeah, now that I think about it…”

Masamichi and Fr. O’Malley leaned in, eager to listen.

“Would you have any gardening tools I could borrow?”

...

Hannah was permitted to leave shortly after the conversation came to a close. Apparently, Masamichi-san was satisfied with her answers for the day. Stomach full from breakfast, she decided to return to her room, head spinning with all the newly acquired information. 

Ryomen Sukuna.

A former sorcerer-turned-Cursed-Spirit, so powerful, so evil, that other Curses dare not walk where he tread. Now, his resurrection loomed large, placing millions at risk.

“It would bring this country to its knees,” Fr. O’Malley had said. 

Ha! And they expected her to help? Little ole Hannah, who banged her knee into a bedpost this morning because she’s a total lummox? Come off it. It’s not like she could control the dreams. For all she knew, it would be months before another incident took place. What did they expect her to do ‘till then? Take up knitting? She could use a beanie.

“You mean, you haven’t noticed?” 

Her steps came to a grinding halt.

Every time the name “Gojo” was uttered in Western circles, a pause of trepidation soon followed, for fear jujutsu sorcerers were listening down the hall. It was one of the few times Lord Thames would withhold his judgement, unable to find fault with the family, or rather, too afraid to hurl his usual insults. But why?

Satoru was strong. Hannah knew that. The scarred constellations of on his hands were the evidence. So, what had Father meant by an “Infinity” and “Six Eyes” not bailing him out earlier? Suppose it was just another question to add to her long list of inquiries for Sr. Edith. 

Hannah became so enmeshed in her thoughts that her sense of direction became basically obsolete. In her haste to leave the shishidō garan, she’d forgotten the map Mr. Ijichi so kindly accommodated her. Now, the poor girl hadn’t a clue where she was walking, already passing under the same torii for the third consecutive time. Or was it a different gate? They all looked the same.

Anxiety steadily increasing, Hannah hadn’t registered the pounding of paws drawing closer, until it was too late. 

Suddenly, the woman found herself flung to the ground. Dirt and grass clashed with tufts of black and white as she fell backwards, slamming onto the earth. The whiplash made it impossible to focus. Her hair was undone from its plait, obscuring her vision.

What’s happening! panicked Hannah, amazed she hadn’t vomited from the sheer impact alone. She might as well been run over by a bus; The wind totally knocked out of her. She couldn’t catch her breath. Her heart gave a sporadic jolt.

This was it, wasn’t it? She was being attacked by a Curse, surely. Everything Masamichi-san and Fr. O’Malley said back there was just a ruse, making her believe she was doing something righteous to let her guard down, when in reality, they’d been plotting to kill her. No wonder Satoru was quick to flee. He was probably in on the act.

Hannah closed her eyes, tears ready to fall.

Too terrified to move, she couldn’t free herself from the large paws pinning her to the ground. Yips and snarls emitted from bared teeth, as the Curse sniffed her hair. There might be two of them, but Hannah couldn’t tell. Her eyes were sewn shut. She could feel the fangs inching closer. One swift bite to the jugular and it would all be over. 

“Pl-please,” Hannah begged pitifully. “J-just finish me already.” But her words went unheeded. The Curses probably didn’t understand human speech. 

 I hope it’s painless, she thought morbidly, preparing herself to die.

“Oi! You two!” someone yelled. A pair of footsteps ran towards the commotion. 

In a flash, the beasts were yanked off her.

“What did you guys find? Better not be another dead squirrel, or I’ll— Oh! — It’s you.”

Shakily, the woman held her breath and slowly, oh so carefully, opened her eyes. 

Above her stood a boy, no older than eleven or twelve. Dressed in a simple t-shirt and sweats, his dark blue hair was disheveled, pointing up in various directions. Calculating green eyes peered down at her. Hannah thought the glare too mature for someone so young. 

There was something eerily mysterious about this child. Was he really a kid? 

He was attempting to restrain two large canines, one white, the other black. 

Dogs? Hannah said to herself in mild surprise, expecting something more ferocious. The two wolf-like dogs sat at their young master’s heels, tails wagging excitedly as if to say, “Look what we found!” Her cheeks became warm with embarrassment. 

No longer in mortal peril, she redirected her attention from the dogs to her rescuer.

Their eyes met.

The boy and the woman blinked at each other for a few moments, saying nothing. 

Hannah remained unmoved on the ground.

“Uh, sorry about that,” came the boy’s reply, awkwardly running a hand through his messy hair. “You're that guy’s — I mean— Gojo-sensei’s wife, aren’t you?” 

Gojo-sensei?

“Uh, yeah…That’s right,” said Hannah, trying not to cringe at the word “wife”. 

“Here, let me — " The boy drew a sharp gasp and stiffened, the words dying on his lips. Unbeknownst to Hannah, his eyes made the precarious mistake of wandering farther south, discovering what wasn’t meant to be found. Frozen in horror, a prominent shade of crimson bloomed across his cheeks. The two dogs, sensing their owner’s unease, began whining and tilted their heads.  

What’s the problem? Was there something on her face?

Hannah looked down at her person and visibly blanched. 

Wanting to make a good first impression at breakfast, she decided to wear one of her floral dresses. 

An unfortunate choice.

No thanks to the dogs, the ankle length frock rode up significantly. The translucent skin of her legs were bare for all to see, but it wasn’t the early signs of a bruise on her knee that concerned her. The skirt bunched past her thighs, up her waistline, exposing the skimpy lace of her panties.

The fabric wasn’t very opaque, save the thicker patch covering her "ahem" lady-bits. 

She was flashing the boy, point blank.

Dear God, why?!!

Hannah bit her lip and exhaled through her nose. Auburn hair curtained her face from view as she bowed her head. Didn’t matter if he was a kid. Two hot plates smoldered her cheeks. She’d lost all feeling in her fingers and toes. 

Peals of laughter roared from beyond the void. Turquoise blue eyes racked her up and down, panties included. His pearly whites flashed a devilish grin.

“Hehe. Not at all what I was expecting, Princess,” he teased darkly.

Mercy. One of her worst nightmares came to life and not even her own subconscious would bid her escape.

Welp, so much for first impressions.

“S-Sorry,” she croaked, seizing the skirt with a trembling hand, pulling it down.

The boy shifted uncomfortably, still blushing. 

Hannah fiddled with her hair, pretending not to notice.

He looked up, she looked down. 

They continued this awkward dance for a few agonizing seconds, eyes un-meeting.

Finally, the boy sighed in defeat. He just wanted to go home. It was best to ignore the incident all together. 

“You lost?” 

“Huh?”

“Are. You. Lost?”

“What?!…How’d you—?”

“Lucky guess,” he shrugged. Although, it was fairly obvious. No one ever walked this side of campus besides him. He sighed again. “C'mon. I’ll take you back to your room.” 

He extended a hand for her to reach. She obliged, her bigger hand embracing his slightly smaller one, noting the star marked scars on his palm. 

“Say…What was your name again?” she asked as the kid hoisted her up. She was almost a full head taller than him.

“I never said, “ he added. “It’s Megumi.”

“Um…Well, thank you, Megumi. I’m Hannah, by the way.”

“I know.”

“What?! You do?”

“Yeah. Saw you at the wedding and everything.”

“Really?…How come I didn’t see you?”

“Not really my thing; weddings...I was forced to go.”

“Oh…Right…Um…Hey, Megumi?”

“Hm?”

“You’re not gonna mention…well…what happened here to anyone are you?”

...

...

“…Not if you don’t want me to.”

With that, the two strays began their trek back to Hannah’s dorm, wolf-dogs in tow. 

Years from now, Megumi continues to keep his promise, but that hasn’t stopped Satoru from pestering his wife and student about how they actually met.

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#gojou satoru x you #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk fanfic #gojo satoru #gojo takes a wife

[arcano1977-blog]

“Succhiare il midollo della vita non significa strozzarsi con l’osso, c’è un tempo per il coraggio ed un tempo per la cautela ed il vero uomo sa come distinguerli“. #diamo #colore alla #nostra #giornata #green #blue #orange #violet #red #purple #pink (presso Arcana's Home) https://www.instagram.com/p/B0P096FCdWM/?igshid=ts4b24m6ptau

#diamo #colore #nostra #giornata #green #blue #orange #violet #red #purple #pink

[drippin-joe]

Rose during the war: I will lead a rebellion and liberate gemkind from the tyrannical Diamo-

Pink and Spinel during the war: HOLY SHIT LOOK AT THIS PLANT

#shitty post but meh #steven universe #pink diamond #spinel #rose quartz #Crystal Pink AU

[alexryzlingold]

For a prompt, if you're interested, uh someone Mommy shamming preggo White and Pink deciding to kick there ass. She gets arrested by the mommy shammer's husband, and spends an hour in a cell without medical attention (just a few stitches and a really bad black eye.) , but Yellow is ranked higher than him and points out his wife attached first once she shows up at work after leaving Blue to comfort White at home? And Pink is released into Yellow's custody?

I love writing sarcastic PD/Linnea and protective YD/Zarina. Also I should note that yes, I could of used the Zircons in this story but they’re busy being in lesbians together in Beach City and this takes place in Empire City.

(YD =Zarina, BD = Afina, WD = Ginevra, PD = Linnea)

Ginevra being pregnant was quite possibly the weirdest thing Linnea had ever experienced in her whole life. And she had taught high schoolers. Normally, Ginevra didn’t do mood swings. She had a sort of slowly boiling temper that grew and grew until it was too late and she was yelling at you. Not that she ever really yelled at her wives, but Linnea had dropped into her office enough to know it did happen when someone was particularly stupid.

Along with the mood swings though, her emotions would build up and explode, except it wouldn’t be whatever emotion Linnea thought Ginevra was feeling. She’d look furious and end up crying. She’d be tearing up and end up laughing.

Linnea really hoped this was one of the times she ended up yelling. Because other wise Linnea was going to smack the woman in front of her.

The other thing Linnea had learnt over the course of Ginevra’s pregnancy was that strangers tended to approach Ginevra and asked rather invasive questions. Or worse, try to touch Ginevra’s stomach. That never went well.

Ginevra had a very large personal bubble that could only generally be breached by her wives. She didn’t deal well with strangers. Like the lady in front of them that haf started by talking to them quite nicely. Right up until the other woman asked about the father. Apparently using a sperm donor wasn’t an acceptable answer.

They had spent the last five minutes listening to her rant, trying and failing to politely extract themselves. Ginevra was a firm believer in proper manners.

Linnea watched Ginevra closely. She wasn’t even really paying attention to what the lady standing across from them was saying. All Linnea saw the distressed look flash across Ginevra’s face.

She swung and hit the other woman square in the jaw. It was too much to hope that would be the end of it. As focused as she had been, Linnea had somehow forgotten about the woman’s husband.

The police officer husband. Standing right next to her. Linnea was swiftly, and rather roughly cuffed and shoved into the back of a cruiser, leaving a rather distraught Ginevra on the sidewalk.

Well shit.

“It’s not a good idea to hit a police officer’s wife, lady.” The lady sneered from the passenger seat of the car.

Linnea rolled her eyes, tensing her jaw and trying to figure out how badly hurt it was. Her jaw ached, and she could tell she had a split lip. Her eye was starting to swell shut too, but right now it wasn’t too bad.

“Good advice. I’ll file it next to ‘don’t insult a pregnant woman’.”

——

It took two hours of waiting in a cell for Linnea to finally be led to an interrogation room to give her account of events.

“I’m Officer Marcus Bailey. You’ve been charged with assault on a Mrs Georgina Bailey. Could you please state your name for the record.”

“I’ll spell it for you. I.W.A.N.T.M.Y.L.A.W.Y.E.R. It’s pronounced ‘I want my lawyer’.” Linnea said with a smirk.

“Look, just cooperate and I’m sure you’ll just get a fine, or community service.”

“Or, here’s an idea, I can get my lawyer instead. You know, the one I asked for.”

Officer Bailey growled and stood. “I’ll get right on that. Until then you can enjoy your own company.”

“Great. I’ve been dying for some good conversation.”

Officer Bailey left her alone for the next half hour.

“We’ve got your lawyer coming in but he’ll be a good half an hour yet so let’s get started on your statement.”

Linnea raised an eyebrow. “My lawyer, huh? Strange. Since my lawyer is female and you never asked me for any contact info.”

Just then the door burst open and a rather large lady with two buns on the side of her head bustled in.

“Sorry for the delay, Linnea. I only got the call fifteen minutes ago and you know where my office is.”

“Who the hell are you?”

The woman paused from where she was opening her briefcase on the table and turned to Officer Bailey.

“Oh, where are my manners.” She held a hand out that Bailey weakly shook. “I’m Holly Agate, Mrs Diamond’s lawyer. Her wife called me after the incident. Now could you tell me who’s in charge of this case?”

“Officer Bailey, and I’m in charge.”

“Bailey. Bailey. Bailey. No relation to the defendant, I assume.”

“She’s his wife.” Linnea snorted.

“Oh. Well I guess we’ll just have to wait then.”

“For what?” Bailey asked.

“Another officer to be assigned of course.” Holly replied as she started to repack her briefcase. “You can’t very well work on a case your wife is involved in. That’s not very ethical now is it?”

“No, it’s not.” A voice came from the hallway.

“Oh, Zarina I didn’t see you there! I must have left the door open. My apologies. You know how I get about my cases.”

Officer Bailey stood up quickly. “Captain! I…”

“Honestly Bailey, what the hell were you thinking?” Zarina snapped. “I don’t think you did a single thing right at all in this case. First you fail to call her back up and make an arrest you’re personally involved with. Then you allow your wife to ride in the squad car with you while you have a suspect in the back. That’s not even taking into account that you were meant to be on patrol on the other side of the city.”

“I was on break ma’am.”

“Don’t ever interrupt me again!” Zarina yelled. “And you weren’t on break because by all accounts you took your break an hour ago. I know, I was looking for you and everyone I asked said you had gone out to lunch with your wife. But we’ll breeze past that you just blatantly lied to me.”

Zarina took a step towards Officer Bailey.

“So not only should you have been elsewhere, when taking the suspect in you forcibly restrained her despite the fact that she never resisted arrest. I’ve looked over the footage and there is no reason she should have a black eye or a split lip. Speaking of, you failed to give her any medical attention and if you have given her a concussion any confession or statement would be suspect if she had a good enough lawyer. Trust me, Holly is a damn fine lawyer too.”

Zarina waved a hand towards Holly. The other woman perked up and smiled slightly.

“Though,” Zarina drawled. “speaking of Holly should we even go over the fact that you failed to call this woman’s lawyer when she clearly asked for one. I’ve seen the security tapes from the past half hour. You sat at your desk and didn’t even try to get a public defender. What of this case haven’t you made a mockery of, Bailey? Do you really care so little about this community that you think your conduct was becoming of a police officer?”

“Ma’am, I saw her punch Georgina.”

“You have made a mockery of this case and I can tell you now, it will get thrown out of court because of your blatant disregard of the proper procedure. We have due process for a reason Bailey. Now get out. I’ll deal with you tomorrow.”

Officer Bailey nearly tripped in his rush to leave.

Zarina waited until she was sure he was gone before she rushed to Linnea’s side.

“Are you okay, Linnea? Ginevra was beside herself when she got home.”

Linnea shrugged. “I’ve been better. Let’s get this over with so we can go home.”

It took another half an hour for Linnea to give her statement and for Holly to be happy enough to or a case together but it was worth it when Linnea left and saw Officer Bailey and his wife outside the precinct.

“ Haven’t you heard? It’s not a good idea to hit a police captain’s wife.”

#su family matters #steven universe #su pink diamond #pink diamond #su white diamond #white diamond #su yellow diamond #yellow diamo #su holly blue agate #holly blue agate #my fic #anon asks

[tananaicodedbutch]

Fellas, hear me out

Quite a lot of time ago I've seen a marvelous fanart, where Abbacchio was Crowley and Bruno was Aziraphale.

My rotten brain was just,,,,yes this make sense,,,,

And so

Bruno is an angel sended by God herself on the Earth just to watch the humanity and do some reports. He always forgot to do them. He has a clothes shop and he ""work"" as a tailor. He always wanted someone to spend the eternity with, but he was always on his own.

Abbacchio is a demon who loves to make trumble literally everywhere, tempting people with his androgynous and desiderable look. He doesn't work, but he likes to collect VHS of Sanremo's old editions. Once he was an angel, but, after he made some deals with demons, he was exiliated by God herself.

Trish is the Antichrist (yeah because Diavolo in Italian means Devil and yes I'm trash) and she was adopted by Bruno when she was a baby and grown up with the angel who was the Best Mum. She is a balanced and witty girl, even if she seems a bit spoiled, and she really loves her friends.

Abbacchio, on the other hand, adopter another child: Giorno Giovanna, an abused kid who, according to the people, was the son of Satan. In fact, his ancestor was Micillina, a which who made a prophecy about the Apocalypse and Trish herself, and so he is half a warlock. He is an ambitious and gentle kid and, even if his father is strich, he loves him unconditionally, and Abbacchio loves him too.

Abbacchio and Bruno, who knew each other since the beginning of times, unsures about which one of the two was the actual Antichrist, send their sons to the same school, and there the two kids become part of a little group of outcasts, formed by another three kids.

The other three kids were Guido, the """leader""" of the gang and a good boy, Michele, surnamed Fugo because of his tendency to disappear randomly and the Smartass of the group, and Mario, surnamed Narancia because of a really old story with a school theatre show and the weird line he has to say and the child of the squad. Guido loves to make trumbles too with his tendency to shoot people with his cerbottana and he immediately fell in love with Giorno, but he always try to hide his feelings using humor and fake-flirting strategies. Fugo was abused by one of his elementary school teachers and this event gave him some weird behaviors and uncontrollable rage, even if most of the time he tries to be soft and gentle with everyone. Narancia is the weirdest, since he is a year younger than everyone, a theatre kid and incapable to comprends basic math. He's often helped by Fugo, and they're best friends (and almost lovers).

They accepts both Giorno and Trish, and Bruno and Abbacchio are like "yo!!!what if???they where???the misfits who where in the prophecy???" And they starts to be "yo???do you want to go home to do homework together and do something together ahah"

Because yeah, Abbacchio and Bruno were neighbours.

Just for saying, Trish haven't eat dinner at home for an entire week because Abbacchio and Bruno keep to organise weird just-gang-exits just to observe them and figure out which one was the actual fucking Antichrist.

La Squadra are forces of Heaven and Hell coalizated to kill the Antichrist, and Risotto Nero is a devil and Prosciutto is an angel. They once try to attack Bruno, but Trish was like "oh fikle fakle dad no" and just protect him with his devilish powers. So Bruno was like "maybe she is the Antichrist????" And immediately calls Abbacchio but he goes "GIORNO DID A SIMILAR THING WHEN A WEIRD PINEAPPLE TRIED TO KILL US I'M CONFUSED AND YOU SHOULD BE TOO".

I stan two (2) Ineffable Pirlas in every au

In all of this, Trish, Giorno and the gang are like fifteen and they all go to high school. Typical after school activities: tries to save your dad's ass every damn day with your cool satanic/magic powers.

But, plot twist, a new kid enters in the gang: his name is Doppio, and he looks like a gentle and funny kid. In reality, he's a Devil's spy and once, after he reveal his identity and tries to fight Giorno and the other normal kids who where like "ah cool our friends are superheroes like Capitan Ventosa but poRCA MERDA HE'S TRYING TO KILL US DAMOSE" he says to Giorno that he's not the true Antichrist of the prophecy.

And Bruno and Abbacchio are just "oh, well. Questa è benzina, noi ci diamo fuoco" because they didn't understand the fact that Trish is the Fucking Antichrist because they're due coglioni al prezzo di uno.

But then, the Apocalypse starts and, while Bruno and Abbacchio are occupated with keep the kids safe and, like, the world safe, Satan appears and he says "yo, bring me my kiddo" and everyone's like "we don't have your kid" and Satan's like "WHERE IS MY GIRL. THE ONE WITH PINK HAIR" and everyone's like "AAAAAAAAAAAAAH"

they're stupid.

And then Trish has to fight her dad and,,,,well,,,,basically she kills him???just saying "YOU'RE NOT MY DAD. I HATE YOU" like in the show or whatever. But she do it with the Power Of Friendship and with her Powers of course.

And everything ends. Bruno and Abbacchio move together in the same house with their Satanic Daughter and their Magic Son.

But it's not ended here, since La Squadra kidnap them both and well,,,,tries to kill them with holy water and infernal fire, but they switched their bodies so

And all this thing ends with Bruno, Abbacchio and the Gang eat dinner in front of the TV watching old spaghetti western. That's it.

Bonus:

The Bentley is a Panda and Abbacchio al volante pericolo costante

Narancia and Guido only listen to trap/rap and so they're like "sku sku non fotti con la gang skuuu"

Trish follows Giopizzi on YouTube and force Smol Celestial Dad to watch Mentana with her

There is no Queen. Just 883.

#crowley #aziraphale #au #good omens #good omens au #italy #trish una #giorno giovanna #guido mista #narancia ghirga #fugo pannacotta #diavolo #leone abbacchio #bruno bucciarati #ineffable husbands #ineffable idiots #bruabba

[askblackdiamond]

Tangerine Diamond: P-Pink Diamo- (The fusion stopped mid dance and fell apart in shock) Orange Diamond: Pink Diamond is alive! I was made for nothing... She was playing a game this entire time. Why!? (Orange Pearl on top of her Diamonds shoulders placed a hand on her Diamonds cheek)

Black diamond: The others will be furious at her. Orange, you’ll be ok. You were made to be you. (She walked over to Kay and hugged her) I’m going to have to go. Thank you for inviting me, this was fun. I hope we can do this again. The others are free to stay. (Turning back) Orange, I’m going to call Yellow, would you like to join me?