#slight gang of secrets spoilers

[davidsons89]

Can I request a Michael Gray x reader where he cheats on her with Gina, so she gets revenge by sleeping with Gina’s uncle Jack😽 x

revenge — j.n

pairings ; michael gray x female reader (former) jack nelson x female reader

summary ; your boyfriend of many years, michael gray, cheats on you with gina and leaves you for her. you’re not the type to let anyone disrespect you, so you decide to take revenge by sleeping with gina’s uncle, jack nelson.

warnings ; mentions of cheating, slight age gap between reader and jack, reader being arrogant and cocky lol, smut, sir kink, hickeys, unprotected sex, face grabbing, contains spoilers from s6. 18+ !!!

authors note ; is is bad that i have a huge crush on jack?🙃 he’s just super good looking don’t judge me. this was an amazing idea, thank you for requesting! <3 also this is not proofread or spell checked, so if you spot any mistakes, i apologize!

word count ; 3,228

Having a father who is friends with Thomas Shelby has many pros and cons. One of the pros being protection — having the power to make men fear you because of a gang. One of the cons being you’re not a free woman. Being a part of the Peaky Blinders means you have eyes on you at all times, which makes it difficult to keep secrets or do anything by yourself without words getting around.

You had met your boyfriend through the Peaky Blinders. Michael Gray. He is Tommy’s cousin, and the two of you got along pretty well, being similar in age and having the same interests and all. It wasn’t long before you developed romantic feelings for each other.

Then you did it. You got together and everyone was happy. The relationship was strong for years. You were one of the happiest couples Small Heath had ever seen. There were even talks of marriage, but Michael knew you too well to know you didn’t want to get married. It’s never been something you’ve wanted to do. The idea of being a wife, a man’s property, never seemed appealing to you. You don’t want to live life like every other ordinary woman. Get married, have kids, cook and clean for the rest of your life. You want to be happy and free. And you felt that way with Michael.

Michael loved you and knew the things you wanted, didn’t want, liked, disliked and so on. He knew you like the back of his hand, and that’s one of the many things you loved about him. He was an angel that stumbled upon you and changed your life. Years went down the line. Many happy years shared with your beloved boyfriend and his family.

That was until things started to go downhill. Michael’s mum, Polly, passed away. Tommy started getting himself into heaps of trouble with the law, the mafia, and even gangsters from Boston. And that’s where Gina comes into place. Nasty old Gina.

Michael had changed, even before Polly died, and you were one of the first to notice. Soon enough, everyone noticed. Michael was sent to New York for a few months to do some work for Tommy, only coming back a completely different person. He stopped writing to you, he ignored your letters, he acted like you didn’t exist.

He came back with another woman.

After discovering that he had cheated on you with his new woman, Gina, you were fast to end the relationship. Everyone was angry with Michael, you weren’t the only one. He had his cousins and his mother telling him how much of a fool he is for leaving a woman like you. He won’t find another you. Gina doesn’t even come close.

Months go down the line. Michael had turned against his own family. He joined the enemy’s side. After the death of his mother, he couldn’t look at his cousins the same way. He blamed them for her death. He blamed Tommy.

But Tommy didn’t care. Nor did you care. The only thing you wanted was revenge. How dare Michael think he can do this? Any of this. Not just to you, but to his own family, his own flesh and blood. With you being strictly on Tommy’s side, he’s grown to trust you more. He trusted you anyway, but now he can count on you. Which is why he sent you to spy on Michael for him.

Tommy knows Michael is plotting something against him, which is why you’re the eyes. You’ve been a Peaky Blinder for quite a few years now, meaning you know all their tactics and maneuvers. Tommy had been introduced to a new business deal with Gina’s uncle and Michael’s uncle in law, Jack Nelson. Michael thinks Jack is on their side, but Tommy can say otherwise. Jack only thinks of himself. Above himself, even.

To the least of his troubles is his niece and her new husband. Husband. They got married. It angered you but you didn’t let it get past you. You know better than to care, but you don’t know better than revenge. You’d never met Jack for yourself, though you saw him with Tommy a few times, but when Tommy sends you to a party as a pair of eyes, things don’t necessarily go according to plan.

Sitting at the bar drinking an expensive glass of champagne while surrounded by dozens of rich, upper class, fancy old snobby men and women is something your younger self would never see you doing, but here you are, having to act as one of them to blend in.

You couldn’t bare to be here any longer, but as the eyes of Tommy Shelby, you had no choice. Your eyes scanned around the room hundreds of times to find the likes of Michael and Gina, but there’s no sign of them. Maybe they just hadn’t arrived yet. You’ve seen a few familiar faces so far. Oswald Mosley, Diana Mitford. But not who you’re looking for.

You can’t stand Michael and never want to see his face again, but as a Peaky Blinder, you have to face your fears to get the job done. After finishing the last of your champagne, you ask the bartender for another one while being approached on your right.

“Might wanna slow down on your drink. The men here don’t take too well to drunk women.” The man tells you while ordering a drink of whiskey for himself. You instantly recognise him. It’s Jack Nelson. “Are you one of those men?” You snicker. Though you see him smirk, he’s still as intimidating as ever.

“Why would I need to take advantage of a woman when I can get laid whenever I want?” Jack jokes. You like his personality, he likes yours. Though you’ve never spoken, you know of each other. “Miss L/n, right?” He takes a sip of his drink, nodding at the bartender to say thanks. You grab your new drink, too.

“Yes. And you’re Mr Nelson?” You ask, already knowing the answer. “Yes, but you already knew that.” A smirk raises at the corners of his mouth. “Don’t get cocky, if it weren’t for Mr Shelby, I wouldn’t know you existed.” You smugly take a sip of your champagne.

“Arrogant. I like it. But please, call me Jack.” He smiles. “Whatever you say, Jack.” Your eyelashes slowly batter at him. You have a seductive look in your eyes, but what can you say? You haven’t had male attention in a long time, and Jack is handsome. He gently grabs your hand, bringing it to his mouth to plant a greeting kiss. You smile.

“I’ve heard a lot about you, miss L/n.” Jack says. “Please, call me Y/n.” You imitate him from before. You have to act as confident as ever, you are trying to blend in with the rest of the assholes here. “Y/n. Pretty name.” He smirks. He hasn’t taken his eyes from yours.

“Thank you.”

“Too pretty to be that mouthy.”

His smirk turns into more of a devilish smile. He likes your attitude, however. “My mouth too much for you to handle, Jack?”

“I’m sure I can handle more than that.” He leans closer to whisper in your ear. You have to admit, it sent shivers down your spine.

“What brings a girl like you to a party like this, anyway?” He asks. He looks like he knows something. “A girl like me?” You ask. “You know. A Peaky Blinder. A girl like you got no business with people like this.” Jack points around the room.

“You don’t know what business I have with anyone.” You take a sip from your glass of champagne. “I know you don’t have business with anyone here.” Jack tells you. He seems like he knows a lot. “Like I said, I’ve heard a lot about you.” He finishes.

“What have you heard? Good things, I hope?” You raise your eyebrows as your red lipstick stains the glass in your hand. “Well, I heard you used to be the woman of my nieces husband.” Jack shrugs. You roll your eyes. He can tell by the look on your face that you do not wish to talk about your past with Michael.

“Used to be is the key word.” You look away from him. “I also heard you’re the eyes of Thomas Shelby.”

Your mind went blank. You almost froze.

“Why else would you be here? Other than to spy on Michael Gray, huh, Y/n?” He smirks. He seems like he’s playing a game with you. “Like you said, I have no business with anyone here. I’m just here to charm the ladies on Thomas’ behalf.” You flick your hair over your shoulder.

“Doesn’t he have a wife?” He frowns.

“Don’t you?” You raise your eyebrows.

He scoffs in a half laugh. You have a smart mouth, where he has a quick one. “Well, if it helps you, Michael and Gina are here. See? They’re over there.” Jack points between a crowd of people as you follow his finger. You spot them having a chat with Oswald and Diana.

“So, little spy, you can report back to Mr Shelby that my niece is the one charming the ladies, not you. You’re sitting here drinking champagne.” He smirks. “Yeah, like I said, I don’t care for your niece or her husband.” You take another sip.

“She can charm all the ladies she wants. But for me, I much prefer charming the men.” You smirk. His eyes look back and forth from your red lips to your lit up eyes. “I don’t believe you. Why don’t you prove it to me?” He hints.

“I would love to, Jack, but we would need to go some place private, so I don’t, you know, set a bad example to the ladies I’m supposed to befriend.” You squint your eyes confidently. “I’m a bad example, huh?” He grins. “The devil of Boston.” A smirk toys at your lips.

“I’m going to find the bathroom. It would be such a shame to leave you behind.” You move closer to whisper the last part in his ear, brushing your hand across his chest as you stand up to walk away. He watches you walk away, waiting a solid forty seconds before following you.

Entering the bathroom, he shuts and locks the door behind himself. He sees you applying lipstick in the mirror. “Why waste time putting on more when it’s only going to come off?” He asks, approaching you to take the lipstick from your hands. You turn to face him. “Who says it’s coming off?” You ask, slowly taking off your fur coat to reveal your red dress underneath. His eyes immediately fall to your chest, admiring your perfectly shaped breasts and body.

“Me.” He answers.

“Why don’t you come take it off?”

Your seducing skills are top notch. You can practically sex your way in and out of anything. Jack’s only use to you was revenge against your ex and his new wife, or known as Jack’s niece. This couldn’t be better.

He takes your hint and rushes to kiss you. He wraps his hands around your waist while you cup his cheeks. You pull each other closer to deepen the kiss, hungrily making out while you feel Jack’s hands slip underneath your dress. Lifting your leg up to help him gain access, Jack rubs your clit above your underwear. You let out a low moan, breaking apart the kiss.

“That feel good, huh?” He smirks. His kisses trail to your neck where he sucks on your sweet spot. Letting out another moan to hum yes, your hands make their way to his suit, pulling off his jacket. As you undress each other, you both end up in only your underwear. “I hope nobody needs to use the bathroom any time soon.” You smirk. “Don’t worry about anyone else. Focus on us.” Jack tells you, wrapping his arms around your waist to lift you up onto the countertop.

“Yes, sir.” You whisper, sending shivers down his spine. You see his hairs stand up. You now know his weakness. Sir. “Don’t call me that unless you don’t want to walk for a week.” He warns you, teeth biting your neck. “That doesn’t seem too bad of a threat.” You wince. Your hands brush against his gelled hair.

“Oh, you’re one of them wild girls.” He smirks. “The wildest of them all.” You pout your lips for a kiss. He goes back in to continue making out with you while you finish stripping each other off completely naked. Now out of your underwear, Jack has full access to any part of your body, same as you with him.

He’s already rock hard for you. The only thing you had to do was call him sir and he lost control. You smirk to yourself, deepening the kiss as he grabs his length, bringing it closer to your entrance. Without hesitation, he pushes himself in, making you release a loud moan. His hand covers your mouth, making you look at him with doe eyes. “You wouldn’t want anyone to catch us now, would you?” He asks lowly. You shake your head. Though your thoughts are different. You’d love the thrill of being caught. Especially with Jack.

Thrusting into you with a slow but hard pace, Jack removes his hand from your mouth to grip your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. His face is inches away from yours, staring into your eyes. “You’re so beautiful.” He tells you and you smugly smirk. You already knew that. “I didn’t know Jack Nelson had a heart.” You say in a breathy moan. He didn’t say anything, he only gripped your cheeks harder, pushing your lips together.

Your lipstick is smudged and your mascara is running. Jack has your red lipstick stained on his face, but you don’t tell him. It just adds to the thrill. You moan like a pornstar each time he thrusts into you. “You want it rougher?” He asks. You say nothing, only nod. He smirks, allowing himself to pound into you roughly. You throw your head back, making him grip the back of your neck to pull you forward. He tuts. “Look at me. Only me. Understand?” He glares at you. “Yes, sir.” You grin while saying. You’re playing with him and he loves it. He grins too.

He takes it as a hint that you want more. So he gives you more. Gripping the back of your neck and holding your hip with the other, he manages to thrust himself deeper into you, hitting spots he didn’t hit before. Upping his pace to hard and rough makes you moan louder than earlier. He quickly covers his hand over your mouth to muffle your noises.

While chuckling, Jack shushes you. “Be quiet or you’re gonna get us both caught.” He lowly says.

“I- I cant.” You whine.

He feels you tense up below him. Your walls are tightening and your legs are shaking. He knows you’re close to coming. “Jack I-”

“Shh. I know. Come for me.” He grabs your face to look at him. Your eyes roll back due to intense pleasure as you wrap your arms around his back, pulling him closer as you moan, coming closer and closer to finishing. “Are you- close?” You manage to ask him in between deep breaths. “Yeah.” He nods. He knows not to finish inside of you. It would be a nightmare having Nelson babies running around the Peaky Blinders’ feet.

Your moans got more intense, making him pull your head down to his shoulder. You moan against his skin to muffle the noise as you come. Jack pulls out just in time. He stays wrapped in your arms as you ride out your highs. Your breathing eventually slowed down and your heart rates went back to normal. You got yourselves dressed.

“Tommy should invite you to our meetings more often.” Jack fixes his tie as you wipe off your smudged lipstick in the mirror. “Why? So you can fuck me in his bathroom, too?” You smirk at him in the mirror. He is stood close to the door just watching you. “You could say that.” He shrugs. “Maybe even in his bedroom if you’re feeling risky.” You wink at him.

“Hm. Now how would Tommy feel about this? About his little spy fucking his business partner?” Jack asks. “I bet he thinks you’re so innocent. But there’s not an innocent thought behind those pretty eyes.” He walks up behind you, grabbing your cheeks from behind to push your lips together. His other hand lies on your waist.

You grab his hand and pull it away from your face, turning around to face him. Your chest touches his as his hands hold your upper arms in a grip. “I wouldn’t worry about Tommy. I’d worry about your niece. What is sweet little Gina gonna think of this? Her uncle fucking her husband’s ex girlfriend? Hm?” You smart mouth him. He puts his tongue to his cheek with a grin. He has nothing to say.

His grip on your upper arms tighten. “Watch your mouth with me, kid.” He warns. You fear no man. “Or what? You’ll tell Tommy? I don’t think Tommy would take too well to his business partner fucking his best friends daughter. You’ll only be getting yourself into trouble.” You respond. He’s amazed at your smart mouth, saying nothing again. He just scoffs.

“I suggest this stays between us.” He sternly says. “You read my mind. Now, Mr Nelson, I think we should get back to the party before people raise suspicions.” Your eyebrows raise. You step backwards away from him, making his arms drop. You exit the bathroom first. Making your way back to the hall, Gina spots you.

“Oh, Y/n. What a surprise to see you here.” She fake smiles. You stop to greet her. “Hello Gina, hello Michael.” You fake smile back, turning to face her husband with a blank expression. “How pleasant to see you, darling.” You and Gina greet each other with a kiss on the cheek before being joined by Jack. “Gina, Michael.” He nods to the pair. “Ah, miss L/n, we meet again.” Jack pretends to greet you, politely kissing your hand as if nothing happened just minutes ago.

“You’ve met before?” Gina frowns. She seems almost jealous. “Yes, indeed we have.” You nod. “I know her through Mr Shelby. We’ve met a few times.” Jack looks at you. He sees your smirk. Michael rolls his eyes at how pretentious you’re acting. “Ah. I see.” Gina awkwardly says. She squints her eyes at her uncle, noticing he has faint smudged red lipstick across his mouth. She looks at your lips before raising her eyebrows. She connected the dots.

“Ooh. It’s hot in here, don’t you think? I better go outside. See you soon, Jack.” You smirk, slightly opening your fur coat to reveal the dark love bite on your neck. Your fingertips brush against Jack’s arm before you walk away. Gina’s eyes widen. Michael is just as shocked. You leave the party. Your job here is done. Gina is Jack’s problem now. And you’re sure he has a lot of explaining to do.

#jack nelson #peaky blinders smut #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders #gina gray #michael gray #michael gray x y/n #michael gray x reader #jack nelson x reader #jack Nelson smut #peaky blinder fanfic

[talyns-fanfics]

Hello again! What about Sora x GN reader who is a Nobody and also the child of Xemnas? The reader spies on Sora everywhere in the worlds and he finally meets them in the Castle That Never Was.

Number one, absolutely! Number two, I love getting requests from you.🥰

Sorry for taking so long.

With age complications, Xemnas/Terra couldn’t possibly have a kid around Sora’s age, this is an adoptive situation. Let’s just get that out the way.

Takes place in Kingdom Hearts 2 and Kingdom Hearts 3D. I could write a second part for Kingdom Hearts 3, if requested.

Warnings: KH spoilers, major character death, some typos

Also, R’s attribute is known as Force, their title is The Destiny’s Force, they have gauntlets called Forceful Grasp, and the Nobody’s they command are called Inquisitors. Just putting that there.

Sanctuary

Kingdom Hearts

Sora x Nobody!Xemnas Child!reader

The Organization had a secret 15th rank. No one talked about them to the point where only a small handful knew about them. Xemnas, Saïx, and Xigbar were the only few that knew of them. Since Sora finally woke up from his year long sleep, they were sent to keep an eye on him. Basically, keeping him on track with The Organization’s plan.

In Halloween Town, before The Battle of A Thousand Heartless, Sora and his friends were heading to Christmas Town. As they made it to the Hitherlands, multiple new Nobodies pop up, blocking their way to the door. (I don’t wanna explain what I want these Nobodies to look like, so you’re getting a picture.)

Before a fight broke out, Sora sees a hooded figure hide behind the Christmas Tree. The group fights off the Inquisitor Nobodies and Sora heads off behind the tree, but the figure disappeared mid-fight. “I swear they were here.” He says to himself before they continued their journey to Christmas Town.

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Long afterwards, Sora and the entire gang made it to The Castle That Never Was. As they walked into another room, they were surrounded by the same Nobodies from The Hitherlands. Only this time, the cloaked figure from before was clearly visible. “Hey, Roxas.” Their voice was almost taunting.

“My name is So-!” He was cut off after seeing the figure pull down their hood. It was a kid, around his age. They had (hairl length) silver hair and orange eyes. They looked an awful lot like Xemnas. “I’m number 15. Don’t know why I am. We don’t have a 14.” They explain. “The name’s (Your Organization Name).” They give a half hearted bow.

Sora was confused by the whole interaction. (O/N) stood up, gauntlets appearing on their arms. “Let’s make this fun.” They say before the group got thrown into a fight.

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(O/N) slumps to the ground. All of the Inquisitors had been defeated. Sora points his keyblade at them, as if in contemplation. He lowers his keyblade, extending his other hand to them. “I don’t wanna have to kill you.” Sora says, watching as (O/N) took a hold of his hand. He helps them up, only for them to make a sound of pain.

He looks down, seeing his keyblade run right through them. He didn’t understand how that could’ve happened, but (O/N) smirked. “Have fun with my father, Roxas.” They disappear, leaving Sora more confused.

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Not too long after Xemnas and Organization XII was defeated, (O/N)’s somebody woke up in the lab with the apprentices. They rub their head, feeling a headache. Unlike the apprentices, (Y/N) was on the observation chair. They feel a slight pain in their stomach. Lifting up their shirt, there was a keyhole shaped scar on their stomach where Sora stabbed them.

Lea walks over, placing a hand on their back. (Y/N)’s shirt drops to cover themself back up. “How did this even happen?” They gesture to everyone laying unconscious on the ground. Lea shrugs. “Sora was just too strong for us to take on.” Lea explains.

(Y/N) gets up from the observation chair, rushing out of the room. Lea tries to follow, but they were too quick for him and disappeared in a dark alleyway.

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A while afterwards, (Y/N) was cornered by Xemnas, who was holding No Name. They back up a bit. “It can’t be, you’re gone!” He quickly appeared directly in front of them, grabbing them by the arm. “Ungrateful child of mine.” Was the last thing they heard before being stabbed in the heart by his keyblade.

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In The Country of the Musketeers, Sora was looking for the trunk holding Princess Minnie. He turns a corner, seeing a cloaked figure with the trunk. The figure opens up a portal before throwing the trunk through. The portal closes as Sora rushes towards them, pulling out his keyblade.

Gold and silver gauntlets appear on the figures hands. They catch the keyblade in one hand before it hits them. The shockwave of the collision knocked off their hood, showing the face of someone he thought was long gone. “(O/N)?” He was shocked to say the least.

(O/N) pushes him back, the keyblade falls from his grip, vanishing. (O/N) pulls up their hood before summoning a dark corridor, walking through it. The corridor closes before Sora could follow. “(O/N)? Why?” He whispers, knowing they couldn’t hear him.

#talyns fanfics #kingdom hearts #kingdom hearts x reader #sora #sora kingdom hearts #sora x reader

[can-of-lizards]

MTAS SPOILERS BELOW! Just wanted to share my thoughts about the new update!

So…Logan isn’t the bad guy. I’m pretty happy with the turn the story has taken—being a part of the gang while trying to be secretive and not give anything away to the people of Sandrock is gonna be so fun! I’ve always loved villainous traitor plots too, and I hope we get more investigative mini games in the next update. I’d love to sneak around the church dormitory or something, being a good detective hehehe! I do enjoy that MTAS is going a slight bit darker than MTAP, with the plot of someone working for FREAKING DUVOS and trying to literally destroy Sandrock.

Speaking of working for Duvos, I’m sorry Pen, but you’re being sus as hell. His dialogue after you meet Logan just screams guilty, and there are plenty other reasons why I think he might be this “Tiger” person. First of all, he has a relic weapon. Um, what? I guess that explains his “Space Punch”. I suppose he could’ve gotten that thing from somewhere else, but my guess is he got it from Duvos. On the wiki, it says:

“Duvos is an antagonistic force that collects destructive Old World weaponry in an effort to conquer the world”

Old world weaponry, huh? Like I said, sus as hell. My guess is that Pen is a knight (explaining his inhuman strength), trained in Duvos and sent to Sandrock to ruin everything. There is some dialogue from Pen that I thought was a little strange as well, though I can’t remember the exact quote.

“My name is feared, even in Duvos,” or something like that.

Maybe it’s too obvious and he’s a red herring, but I actually kinda like the idea of Pen being a bad guy. That sort of plot, if you’re friends with Pen or even his SO, has so much potential for angsty fanfiction MWAHAHA!

Anyway, thanks for reading this short rant. I had some thoughts I desperately needed to write down somewhere!

#my time at sandrock #mtas logan #mtas pen

[goniobranchus-gleniei]

Oc posting, #No.1

Anguille and Razze Corronte

Anguille: 28 years old, Older brother of Razze. He/Him, Cis-Male+Poly&Gay.

Razze: 21 years old, Younger brother of Anguille. He/Him, Trans-Male+Gay.

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Lore: (Vento Aureo Spoilers Ahead!)

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•Anguille was born in a poor neighborhood with parents who had to make deals with the mafia in order to continue to support their family.

•When Razze was 11 and Anguille was 18 their parents were killed for not being able to uphold their deals and Razze was supposed to go to an adoption agency while Anguille was left for homeless as neither him nor his parents finished paying for the house.

•Razze was scared and confused about what was going on and ran away to find Anguille and eventually convinced him to let him stay with him despite him not being able to currently be sure he could keep him 100% safe.

•Eventually when Anguille was 20, He formed his own gang with his childhood best friend, Cozza. He was friends with Risotto during his teen years as well, so his teams stayed in contact.

•Anguille’s gang started to be seen as a possible threat to the boss especially with Anguille’s very rebellious nature, So as word spread around things became a lot more difficult for them to have support and many people did not want to be put at risk for joining them.

•Cozza was able to help Anguille out and found many more members for the team, starting with their childhood friend, Seppia and eventually others.

•When Razze turned 16, He began to start snooping on Anguille because he knew something was wrong, and discovered he was in a gang but knew he couldn’t do anything to get him to leave now.

•He ended up sneaking into the base, eventually meeting the other two new members, Tonno and Nautilo. He got along with them super well and they found him rather cute despite him being a bit bossy.

•Eventually Anguille caught him and was furious because he did not want his little brother involved in something so dangerous and tried to kick him out but Razze kept coming back until Anguille reluctantly had to accept it with a promise that Razze would stay careful.

•Years later: Sorbet and Gelato are killed, Risotto cuts all contact with Anguille’s team, Erasing all records of contact to try and protect his own team. This also left Anguille heartbroken as he and Risotto did have a strong bond, but he understands why it was necessary.

•Just a little more years later: Risotto finally contacts Anguille again asking for help as (The Whole Events of Vento Aureo) and apologizing and promising that he is in debt to his team for this and Anguille despite holding a slight grudge agreed to help because he does really care for him.

•By the time Anguille and his teammates get there Risotto and the rest of La Squadra is already dead so he’s even more distraught and his mind is super unclear and full of rage because he hasn’t been able to process any of what has just happened and his feelings for Risotto that lingered from years before.

•Another oc of mine, who’s a member of the Elite Guard named Iris. V is there soon after with the intent to hunt Anguille down.

•They get into a fight that Anguille seems to be losing but he gets a plan and starts to bring the fight somewhere else to lure Iris away. Once she gets far enough, he begins to use his stand to fill his body up with electricity to make an explosion that would kill the both of them to take her out.

•Anguille decides to try and save himself but it’s rather late and last minute, however he survives and wakes up 3 days later inside of a hospital after being found by a stranger.

•Anguille ends up losing his right arm and leg along with his eye and spends 2 months recovering in secret as everyone else still believes he’s dead before reuniting with his team.

•The rest of his team is rather shocked and a bit upset as they believed he died but ultimately is relieved, However Razze is extremely distraught and furious at Anguille and has an outburst at him before refusing to talk to him.

•Eventually Razze and Anguille, a month later have a conversation about their feelings and work things out, Razze was just really upset about the idea of losing him and scared of being abandoned and Anguille admitted that his team had the right to know and he shouldn’t have jumped to such a needless sacrifice with his team there just because he was upset.

•Once everything works out, Each respective teammate starts to settle down more and find their own hobbies and passions as well since they do not have as much of a big goal anymore after these events.

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#jjba ocs #vento aureo #Anguille #Razze #The Corronte brothers #my ocs #my art

[ally-drabbles]

Tumblr I need you help with a book! (might be spoilers ahead)Adult Romance biker book she thinks they are serious but he is avoiding commitment as he has a secret .

SPOILERS: She is hooking up with a prezident of bikers club, she's on cloud nine, but then I think she either notices something or someone tells her that they saw him with someone else. Then she starts noticing how he never is seen with her outside, how he doesn't talk about future. Turns out he has a kid with another woman. They fight and everything, but in the end it turns out, that the woman is blackmailing him or something. I do not remember if the kid turns out to be his, but it is actually the woman's plot to save herself from another gang or something like that. I'm like 80% sure it's bikers book, because I remember the "Old lady" term, but there is a slight change that I am mistaken. I also remember that he only made public appearance with that woman and did not actually have feelings for her.

Read it in 2023, but it could be written previously. It might be a wattpad book, but I don't think so. Have the same request in goodreads.

#spoilers #romance #romance book #book find #biker romance #motorcycle #old lady #dark romance

[aalissy]

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Anddd new chapter doneee!! Lemme know what you guys think <3. It’s another reveal hehehe. My faveeee!! Also lemme know if you saw the new episode. I’d love to hear your thoughts!! It’s my new favorite of s4 and definitely in my top 3 favorite episodes haha!

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Marinette pursed her lips as she tapped her foot against her floor impatiently. Chat was supposed to have been there an hour ago and she was getting restless. After checking the Ladyblog for the countless time that night, she determined that there was no akuma attack keeping him. Crossing her arms against her chest, she huffed, wishing that he would get to her house faster. They were supposed to have a video game tournament tonight and he wasn’t usually late.

Chewing on her lip, Marinette glanced at the time again, wondering if he had forgotten or if he was in trouble. Her gaze drifted sullenly over to the macarons and croissants that she had made fresh beforehand which had now cooled considerably. With a quiet sigh, she turned to her kwami. “Do you think something could have happened to him? Why is he so late?”

“I’m sure everything’s fine, Marinette,” Tikki chirped positively, “Maybe he’s just busy.”

She tilted her head in acceptance to Tikki’s words but turned to her balcony trapdoor to stare at it forlornly. In a bout of Ladybug luck, a soft knock sounded from it. Marinette immediately brightened, rushing up her ladder to open it for him. Running a hand through her hair, she spoke rather breathlessly, “Hi.”

Chat gave her a soft smile, raising a hand in a wave. “Hi, purrincess. Sorry I’m late. My work ran late tonight.”

Her eyebrow rose as her lips twitched in amusement. “You work? Are you sure?”  

He chuckled, shaking his head before he jumped down into her bedroom. He tapped her nose playfully as he said, “Yes, I do. I’m a pawsitively irresistible model that people can’t get enough of.”

Chat flexed in front of her and Marinette scoffed, rolling her eyes at him. Giving him an unimpressed look, she slid back down her ladder. “Sure you are kitty. And my designs are as famous as Gabriel Agreste’s.”

He snickered, following after her as his eyes glimmered with a mischievous, knowing look. “Purrhaps they will be in a few years, Marinette. You’re very talented.”

She flushed faintly, glancing at him softly out of the corner of her eye as she sank into her chair. “Aw, thank you, kitty! That’s very sweet of you to say.”

“You’re welcome,” Chat beamed back, sitting down next to her. His face lit up as he rubbed his hands together. “Now, are you ready for our competition? I think I’m pawpared to finally beat you this time.”

“Good luck,” Marinette shot him a smirk as she picked up her controller. “I’ve been practicing with a good friend of mine. I’d wager that he’s better than you too, so I’m pretty sure I’ve got this in the bag.”

With a pair of teasing blue eyes, she leaned in to flick his bell confidently. She had been practicing. Alya had begun dragging her to more game nights after learning how stressed she was so she and Adrien had begun playing together more often. It was a nice, relaxing break from her usual stresses of Ladybug. Plus, Adrien had actually managed to beat her once. He had pulled off a combo move that Marinette had never seen before, leaving her with too little health to finish him off in the end. Though she had pouted about it at the time, she was grateful for the new combo and even began practicing a defense against it.

Lost in her memories as she was, she barely heard Chat chuckle with a low murmur, “We’ll see about that.”

Narrowing her eyes at him playfully, Marinette then picked up a macaron, gesturing at the plate she had made for them. “By the way, I made some treats if you get hungry. Feel free to take some.”

Chat nodded at her happily, eagerly plucking up a croissant and gulping it down like he had been eyeing it since he sat down. Giggling quietly at his content expression, she booted up the game to catch him off guard.

“Hey!” Marinette heard him shout as she landed a punch that he didn’t have enough time to block. “That’s cheating!”

“Hmm,” she tilted her head from side to side. “I think it’s pretty fair considering you made me wait an hour before you got here.”

Sneaking a quick peek over at him, she saw his lower lip jutted out in an adorable pout. He whined quietly as their characters fought on the screen, “I already told you that it wasn’t my fault.”

Distracted by his pout for that brief second, Chat managed to get a good hit on her character. Pursing her lips in concentration, she focused her gaze entirely on the computer screen as her competitive streak kicked in. Marinette’s fingers moved across the buttons with ease, watching as Chat’s health gradually got lower and lower.

Just when she thought she was about to win, he shouted with pride, “Check this move out, purrincess!”

Marinette blinked in surprise as he began to play the exact combo that Adrien had used to win against her before. Fortunately for her the defense she had practiced still worked and she ended up winning. She wasn’t certain how exactly she had managed to win that game, though. She had just been struck with an eerie feeling of deja vu after Chat had shouted those words. Adrien had said something very similar before taking her down at their last game night and now images of the two boys were clashing and colliding in her head.

“Nice job, purrincess,” his voice snapped her out of her thoughts. “I thought that last combo would have taken you down fur sure.”

“It did,” Marinette murmured unthinkingly, her gaze stuck on his messy, blonde hair trying to imagine it neater.

He tilted his head at her in confusion, gesturing to the computer screen. “Huh? No I didn’t... It says you won.”

“No,” she shook her head rapidly, trying to calm her racing thoughts. “I meant that it did before. The friend I told you I was practicing with... he used that combo and beat me.”

Marinette searched his gaze, looking for any sign of recognition or acknowledgment. She got it. Chat glanced away, scratching the back of his neck in a very familiar way. Her heart practically stopped as her breath hitched. She was right.

Lost in her realization, she barely heard him murmur quietly, “You were right, then... he does sound like a better player than me.”

Sucking in a steadying breath of air, Marinette then chewed her lower lip as she hummed, “You know, I don’t think I was right about that. In fact, I’d say that you two are probably at the exact same level. The only reason that move didn’t work on me this time was because I practiced ways to defend against it.”

Chat’s gaze had snapped to hers as he stiffened considerably. He chuckled nervously, his hand leaving the back of his neck to run through his hair. “R-right.”

How had she not noticed it before? It was so obvious. Her lips quirked in amusement as she looked up at him. Nudging his arm, she teased, “Next time, try coming up with a different combo to defeat me, Adrien.”

“I know,” he sighed, seemingly not noticing that she called him by his civilian name. “But you’re so amazing, that it’s so difficult.”

Instead of answering, she continued to stare at him pointedly. Her eyebrows rose after a few more moments of silence and Chat’s mouth eventually dropped open as he realized. He scrambled out of his chair as he held his hands up. “I-I mean, uh, who’s Adrien? W-what are you talking about, purrincess?”

Giggling, Marinette leaned down to stare into his familiar, green eyes. Now that she knew, there were so many signs. She wondered if he’d feel the same when she told him she was Ladybug. Giving him a small smirk, she then said, “That’s you, silly kitty.”

Chat sagged, looking up at her desperately as he pleaded with his eyes. “Please, Marinette. You can’t tell anyone. If Ladybug finds out you know who I am, she’ll probably kill you and me.”

Marinette threw her head back in a loud laugh that she was certain confused him. When she finally caught her breath again, she leaned back down to stare into his bemused gaze, teasing him, “It might be good for you to start running then because Ladybug knows that I know.”

“Wha? How? How could that even be possible?!” He frowned up at her, looking terrified for his life.

“Because, mon Chaton,” she flicked his bell, pointing at herself. “Ladybug’s right here.”

“What?! No! I, y-you can’t be Ladybug. What about Multimouse?” Chat asked desperately.

She shook her head a few times before responding, “Just an illusion. I was using the fox miraculous at the time and--”

Marinette got cut off as Chat tugged her down onto his chest, wrapping her up in a tight embrace. Squeaking with a bright red blush on her face, she hugged him back with all of her strength. This was Adrien. The love of her life. The boy who was currently brushing a kiss against the top of her head, sending shivers up and down her spine.

“I’m so glad it’s you,” he murmured, his warm breath on her head giving her goosebumps.

“Me too, my silly kitty,” Marinette whispered, closing her eyes as she relaxed in his arms. “Me too.”

Right now, everything was perfect. In fact, she’d be content to spend the rest of her life here if he let her. Snuggling closer to Chat, she sighed happily. She needed to remember to thank Alya for those extra game nights. They really were the best.

#marichatmay2021 #marichatmay #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #marichat #marichat fic #ml #mlb #slight gang of secrets spoilers #not too noticeable tho... #identity reveal #reveal #marichat reveal

[amorgansgal]

Masterlist - Fanfictions and HCs - Update

It's getting long now, so I'm adding a cut. But you can find most of my Fanfictions and Headcanons here. I try to update it once a week, so you may not find all of them here until the end of the week.

My Red Dead Blogs Recommendation Post - If you're looking for more RDR and RDR2 blogs to follow this has a list of some of my favourites. There are also mentions in the comments/reblogs that other people have included of some great RDR/2 blogs as well!

Arthur Morgan x F/Reader

Sweet Treats Series - Fluff, no warnings apply Sweet Treats Enjoying Something Sweet

Wildflower - Explicit sexual content in chapter 2 Chapter 1 and Chapter 2

Mr and Mrs Morgan Series - More sexual tension, than sexual content. But Is that a Promise, Mr Morgan has more explicit descriptions. Welcome Home, Mr Morgan Is That a Promise, Mr Morgan? Happy Birthday, Mr Morgan I Missed You, Mr Morgan - NSFW

Arthur Morgan x M/Reader

Table for Two - Explicit, public sex in camp involving Low Honor Arthur Morgan and M!Reader. NSFW.

Arthur Morgan Headcanons

Polygot GN/Reader - SFW Papa Arthur Morgan - SFW Hosea's Daughter (Brotherly Arthur Morgan) - SFW Submissive Arthur Morgan - NSFW Clingy, insecure Reader - SFW Age Gap, Older Reader - SFW Out and Confident Homosexual M/Reader - SFW Reader with Albinism - SFW Top Male Reader - NSFW F/Reader with Chronic Pain/Illness - SFW F/Reader Looks After Orphans - SFW GN/Reader First Kiss - SFW GN/Reader Carves a Pumpkin - SFW Arthur Misses GN/Reader - SFW Arthur's S/O Makes Him A Scarf - SFW Arthur and M/Reader Keep Their Relationship a "Secret" - SFW F/Reader Asks For Arthur to Shave Her - NSFW-ish Arthur Kisses M/Reader on Forehead - SFW Arthur Kisses M/Reader on Forehead Part 2 - SFW M/Reader Attacked By Bear - SFW(ish), includes depiction of injury and scars. Arthur and Italian Reader - With an amazing addition by @theretherefenton because they are from Tuscany and did a fantastic job! - NSFW, includes depiction of sexual harassment and spoilers from RDR2. Arthur and an African American Reader Part 1 - NSFW(ish), depiction of racism and threatened sexual assault. Sugar Daddy Arthur Morgan and F!Reader - NSFW(Ish), brief mention of a sexual relationship, but nothing explicit. F!Reader Struggles with Physical Appearance - NSFW(ish), body image and brief depiction of an eating disorder.

Arthur Morgan x OC

The Bitter End - A Thank You Giveaway fic. Depicts sex work and has explicit sexual content. NSFW. The Only Compass I Need - My longer fic with my own OC Ruth Shelton. I’m only updating this on Ao3. NSFW. Chapter 2 Sample Chapter 3 Sample Chapter 4 Sample Chapter 5 Sample Chapter 6 Sample Chapter 7 Sample Chapter 8 Sample

Arthur Morgan x Charlotte Balfour

Light Into Darkness - A RDR Rarepair fic. AU and deviates from canon. Depiction of injury and illness. SFW. Cruel, Cruel World Series - An exploratory look into Arthur Morgan, Charlotte Balfour and unrequited love. Sticks to canon. Some depiction of illness and slight sexual content. I’ve Been Living Too Long I'm Gone Moonlight as my Guide Desert Rose, Desert Plain Now I See Into The Eyes of a Girl No More, No More Cruel World A Winter Gift - My RDR2 Winter Exchange gift involving Arthur returning to Charlotte after the events of RDR2. AU.

Arthur Morgan x Mary Linton (Gillis)

A Good Man Within, a Bad Woman Without - An AU Fanfiction where Mary is the outlaw and Arthur is a happy, himbo rancher. VDL Gang never happened. Also features Abigail, John, Jack, Lenny and Charles. Summer Part 1 (Chapter 1) Summer Part 2 (Chapter 2) Summer Part 3 (Chapter 3) Fall Part 1 (Chapter 4)

Charles Smith x Reader

Songbird - Charles Smith and GN/Reader. Explicit sexual content. Dominant/submissive roles. NSFW. Flower - Charles Smith and F/Reader. Explicit sexual content including breeding kink. NSFW. The Shade of the Trees p.1 - Charles Smith and F/Reader. A/B/O dynamics. NSFW.

Charles Smith Headcanons

Protective over wife - Charles Smith x F/Reader. SFW. Let's S/O Wear His Hoodie - Charles Smith x F/Reader. SFW Charles and Reader Move Into New House - Charles Smith x F/Reader. SFW.

John Marston x Abigail Roberts

There Are Worse Things - Looks into John and Abigail’s relationship pre-RDR2 events. Explicit sexual content and includes depiction of sex work. NSFW.

Angel Series - Modern AU Bad Angel - A polyamorous relationship with John x Abigail x Reader. Explicit sexual content. BDSM. Forced orgasm. Oral sex. NSFW. Sleep Well, Angel - A soft, fluffy chapter that involves hurt/comfort with John x Abigail x Reader x Arthur. Lots of cuddles. SFW. Sweet Angel - Another fluffy soft chapter, with more focus on Arthur x Female Reader. Though still with hints of the polyamorous relationship. Naughty Angel - A smut fic involving John Marston x F!Reader in John's truck. NSFW.

Adult Jack Marston

Red Dead - The Story of Jack Marston - A series of drabbles that cover Jack's life after the events of RDR. Read Dead Call to Arms

Cold Starlight - Jack Marston and Bonnie MacFarlane find comfort with each other after coping with the loss of John Marston. Jack is 19. Cold Starlight Part 2

Dutch Van Der Linde x Reader

One More - F/Reader. Modern Day AU. Explicit sexual content. Dominant/submissive roles. Daddy Dutch. NSFW. Hot and Heavy - GN/Reader. Guarma Chapter. Explicit sexual content. Dominant and submissive roles. Choking. NSFW.

Sadie Adler x Molly O'Shea

We Are Made One with What We Touch and See - Written for the RDR Reverse Bang for @merryandrewsworld gorgeous artwork. Implied sexual content. Alcohol. - NSFW-ish.

Sean MacGuire x Reader

Thigh Riding - Sean MacGuire x F/Reader. NSFW. Sean Attempting to Flirt - Sean MacGuire x Reader. SFW. Teaching Sean to Read - Sean MacGuire x Reader. SFW

VDL Gang Headcanons

Pregnant Reader - Arthur, Charles, Sadie and John. SFW. Modern AU: What Jobs would the VDL gang members have - All VDL Gang Members VDL Gang Ladies Protective over Reader - Abigail, Sadie and Tilly. Cuddlin' with the Boys - Arthur, Dutch, John, Charles and Sean. SFW. Poly Relationship - Arthur, Bill and M/Reader. NSFW Prose Poem - Arthur thinking about Sadie, Charles and Charlotte. SFW. Cuddlin' with the Gal - Abigail Roberts/Marston. SFW Smol Reader - Charles and Javier. SFW. Shy in Bed Reader - Arthur, John, Javier and Sean. NSFW. VDL Gang Flirting with Arthur's S/O - Dutch, Micah, Sean and Sadie. - SFW. VDL Gang Halloween Costumes - SFW VDL Gang At A Party - SFW Catching the Boys Playing with Themselves - Arthur, John and Javier. NSFW. Catching Dutch Playing with Himself - NSFW Abigail Has a Crush on You - F/Reader. SFW Javier - Prompt: "You're my stallion."/"Yeah, I guess I am," he scoffed, "you like me better when I'm broken." - Features a working girl, but minimal relationship. Javier dwells on his past. Post RDR2/Pre RDR1. - NSFW(ish) VDL Gang Dick Sizes - NSFW F!Reader comes out as asexual to Lenny and Hosea - SFW VDL Gang Gang Bang - Very NSFW. Features all the boys, except Strauss, Swanson, Hosea, Pearson and Trelawny. Abigail Taking F!Reader's Virginity - NSFW. Abigail Roberts High School Modern AU - SFW. Features Abigail x John Hidden Kinks/Fetishes - NSFW. Low Honor Arthur Morgan, High Honor Arthur Morgan, John Marston, Dutch Van der Linde.

#masterlist #red dead fanfiction #red dead redemption fanfiction #red dead redemption fanfic #red dead fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic

[cottonkendi]

House of Memories || 6

MASTERLIST

Sano Manjiro “Mikey” x f!Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Genre: Childhood Friends to Lovers, Angst, Fluff

Warning: Descriptions of a breakdown, death. Slight spoiler alert.

Synopsis: Happy Birthday Mikey ft. Shinichiro’s lies

Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7

With trembling hands, you drove the car into a warehouse, tires screeching as you abruptly halt the car, door swinging open as you rush out, calling out for your subordinates as you instruct them to take the body on the passenger seat.

“Boss, No. 2 called, he’s asking what you wanna do to the warehouse.” One of your trusted subordinates asks, eyes following the body that’s being carried out of your car.

Lighting up a cigarette, you take a puff before blowing the smoke out, body buzzing with adrenaline from your little escape from the authorities. “Tell Sanzu to take all his belongings then burn the whole building. Don’t leave any traces.”

It’s been two days since you started ignoring your mother due to her acting off whenever she’d see you. You never tried talking to her about it, the look on her face always making you feel weird. The things that she’d say under her breath freaking you out which is why you’ve only been coming home for a change of clothes. You’ve also taken the dogs and brought them to the Sano household while your brother is back to staying with your grandparents.

It’s a mess.

Your family is back to being scattered around Tokyo once more, but for some reason, it feels wrong. Feels like you’re all drifting apart. It’s unlike how everything was before your dad died. It feels like the space between all of you is becoming permanent and it scares you. But at the same time, you’re fine with it.

You don’t have much to miss anyways, barely seeing your mother nor your sisters, your brother always being with your grandparents due to no one being home to take care of him except for you.

But you set aside your worries for now.

Excitement pumped through your veins the entire day, your unusual happiness taken as a good sign by your friends since they haven’t seen you this happy ever since what happened to your dad 3 weeks ago.

Everything still feels heavy, emotions still going haywire, but just for this week, 8 days before Mikey’s birthday, you set aside the grief. Set aside the growing guilt. Set aside the emptiness. Just for Mikey. Just for Shinichiro’s secret present that he told you about the other day in hopes of distracting you. It worked. Your mind now going into overdrive on how you’re going to top Shinichiro’s birthday present, not wanting to be one-upped by the smug ex-leader.

Walking back to the Sano household, you kiss Emma on the forehead as a greeting, the girl giving you a tight hug before walking out, saying something about meeting with Draken.

Shrugging, you start looking around for Dora and Yaki, but you don’t see them anywhere. Not when you stopped by the dojo, not when you looked around the small garden, not when you walked around the house. Mikey isn’t home as well. Probably having a meeting for Toman. Something that you rarely attend due to your growing aversion to being active in gang activity. Your dad’s words still present in your mind, even when you try to talk yourself out of it.

Going to Shinichiro’s room as a last resort, you hope that you’ll see him inside with the two dogs splayed on the coach, playing with one of his socks or something, but instead, you’re met with an empty room.

Slowly, the familiar feeling of panic grows in your chest.

Running towards where grandpa was, you asked him if he’d seen the dogs. “Hmm? Well, I called you earlier because I saw one of them peeing blood but you didn’t respond so I called your mum since I remembered you saying something about one of them needing medicine or something. When your mum arrived, she took both of them, saying that she’ll take them to the vet.”

Quickly thanking grandpa, you run to your bike, heart racing as you drove to the vet.

Your heart sinks, seeing the clinic closed. There’s no other clinic in this part of town, and you know that your mum won’t be driving for half an hour just to bring the dogs to the vet, so with that in mind, you drive back home. Hoping that your hunch is right and that your mum just took the dogs home to wait for you.

It takes a few excruciating minutes for you to drive back home, bike parked right outside the door as you slam the door open, eyes frantically looking around, their names tumbling out of your lips as you call for them, desperately waiting for them to run up at you, for them to claw at your pants, waiting for you to pet and carry them around the house.

You wait.

And wait.

And wait.

But they don’t come running over, instead, your mum walks out of the kitchen, sad smile on her face as she tries to give you a hug.

Taking a step back, away from her embrace, you stare at her. “Where are they, mama? Where’s Dora and Yaki? Grandpa said you took them. Where are they.” She continues to give you a sad smile.

It makes you want to hurl. Makes you want to shout at her to answer you instead of giving you that smile.

“Mama.. where are they?” You ask, afraid of what her answer is gonna be now that she’s staring at you right in the eye, you try to avert her gaze but she only makes you look back at her. Her hands on your cheeks.

“They’re dead, darling. I’m sorry-”

“No! They can’t be dead. They can’t just die! That’s not how it works, mama! They were fine this morning. They were just fine!” You scream, hands ripping her hands off your cheeks as you push her away, tears streaming down your face once more. It seems as if you can’t stop crying these past few weeks.

“One of them was peeing blood, what did you expect?!” She tries to convince you but you only shake your head.

“No, it’s not supposed to be deadly, I could have taken them to the vet and they would have been fine!”

“Take them to the vet?! With what money? You barely have money for food at school and you’re planning on using my money on those two mongrels?!”

Her words make your chest sting, making it difficult for you to breathe as you process her words. “I have my own money, I work hard, I have money for them... Papa said to take care of them, that if I care for them properly, they’ll be fine. If they’re sick, I’ll bring them to the doctor like what you did with papa, cause you love him. I love them, so I’d do the same. I'll take them to the doctors and then they’ll be well.” You’re starting to babble, words not making sense as the panic eats at you whole. “You’re lying, aren’t you... they’re not dead, right? They’re not dead.”

Looking up at your mother, your stomach drops when you see the miniscule change in your mother’s face. Your father told you about this, how your mother’s jaw locks a little whenever she lies. And just now, her jaw locked. You saw it. You saw it with your own eyes. Saw it when you mentioned Dora and Yaki not being dead.

“They’re not dead. You’re lying... where are they, mama? Where’d you put them?”

It takes a few seconds for your mother to answer, eyes averting from yours as she finally lets the truth fall out. “I gave them away.”

You don’t know what you felt right there. Was it hope? Knowing that your dogs aren’t actually dead? Or was it betrayal? Hearing your mother admit to her giving them away. Your mother giving away the dogs that you’ve been with for years, the dogs that your dad helped you raise.

“What... wh-why would you, why would you give them away? Mama, why would you do that.. why. They... papa gave them to me. He gave them to me, mama. Why would you do that? They’re all I had from him. All I had of him. He even helped me name them.” You let out an empty chuckle at the last part but the tears flowing down your cheeks makes you taste your own tears. Your mind unwillingly reminding you of the night when your dad just brought the two dogs home. It makes you feel hysterical as you only watch your mum stand in front of you, not saying anything else.

“They’re not yours to give away, why would you do that, mama? Why would you do that?!” Screaming, you make your way to her taller figure, hands grasping her arms as you do your best to grip onto her, scared that you’ll lose yourself with just how painful the sting in your chest is feeling. It makes breathing hard, makes your throat choke up on your words.

Finally snapping out of her stupor, your mother tries to calm you down. Her voice gentle as she guides you to the couch, but your form stays rooted by the doorway. “I’ll just give you a new dog, okay darling? I’ll get you a better dog.”

Furiously shaking your head, you try to get away from her. “No no no no no no! I don’t want a new dog! I want them back! I... I just want him back...” Crumbling to the floor, you pull your knees to your chest, hands making their way to your hair, pulling at them as you start sobbing.

You continue to sob as you feel hands on your cheeks, forcing you to look up. Her hold on your cheeks get tighter as she tries to stop you from crying, but then, the door bursts open, Shinichiro stepping inside while his chest heaves, trying his best to breathe in, then his eyes spot you on the floor, breaking down while your mother’s hands grip your face.

“Y/N... “

Swiftly making his way to you, he ushers your mother away from you, his words making her freeze as she watches him take you into his embrace, slowly carrying you out of the house. “You’re hurting your own daughter, L/N-san. Please get away from her.”

You finally calm down after a few minutes of crying onto Shinichiro’s chest while he sits on the couch, his shop now closed to give you privacy.

“I’ll help you look for them, okay? I’ll even ask Takeomi, Wakasa and Arashi to help look around Tokyo, sounds good?” He whispers, hand running through your hair.

Standing up, you give him a nod, eyes still teary as you get up to take a water bottle, throat dry from all the crying. “You must think I’m childish, crying over my dogs... “ You mumble.

Shaking his head, Shinichiro gives you an assuring smile. “I know how much you love them, in fact, Mikey always tells me stories about you with Dora and Yaki. Said something about them being your kids.” Shinichiro chuckles at that, amused with the many stories that he’s hear Mikey and even Emma tell him about the two dogs.

“Well, do you promise to help me look for them tomorrow?” You question before washing your face in the sink, the cool water helping you soothe the burning skin of your face.

“Of course, I promise. I’ll find them even if it’s the last thing I do.”

Nobody prepared you for this.

You lost one.

Lost another one.

Then now.

The flashing red and blue lights make your eyes sting, the cold air nipping at your exposed arms even though one of them is in Mikey’s hold. Both of your figures being pushed around by the crowd as you watch.

You watch Kazutora get escorted by some officers, lips moving around as if mumbling something. You see Baji next, his hood falling off his head as he looks around the area, eyes wide in panic.

You don’t know what to do when his eyes meet yours.

You don’t know what to do when you catch a glimpse of Shinichiro, laying on the hospital’s stretcher.

You don’t know what to do when you hear Baji’s voice uttering Mikey’s name as he looks at the two of you with tears in his eyes.

You don’t know what to do when Mikey snaps out of it and pulls you closer to the vehicle where the officers tell the two of you to stay back.

You don’t know what to do when you’re forced to call grandpa, numbly telling him what happened.

Everything seems to go in a blur. Your mind not taking notice of anything happening around you. Mind blank for the next few days as you stay beside Mikey, both of you quiet and numb. Emma is hysterical once more. Tears never seeming to stop as you watch your mother help Mikey’s grandpa with setting up the funeral.

It’s terrifying.

It feels like you’re losing everything all at once.

It’s terrifying.

It’s like the more you hold onto the people closer to you, the more they slip away.

You can’t think properly.

Not when you’re supposed to be worrying about your studies instead of what to say to Baji and Kazutora who had broken into the shop and apparently hit Shinichiro straight in the head. Killing him.

You’re supposed to be worrying about what snacks you’d want to buy at school. You’re not supposed to be feeling this heavy feeling in your chest as you think about your dad, or Dora and Yaki. And specially not Shinichiro. Shinichiro who’s been your big brother ever since you first stepped into the dojo all those years ago.

He said that he’d help you look for Dora and Yaki. He said that he’d even make his friends help you. But why is he peacefully laying in a coffin, surrounded with flowers while you’re in the middle of Takeomi and Wakasa, both of them looking down on the floor, eyes glistening with tears as they hold your hand in an act of comfort. But it makes you feel worse when you can feel their hands shaking in yours.

Why are you in front of grandpa, Mikey and Emma, the three of them solemnly kneeling in front of Shinichiro’s still body, dressed in black. Much like what you and your family did, not even a month ago.

You don’t get it. He just promised. He promised he’d help you.

Shinichiro wasn’t a liar. You knew that. All the promises that he told you, Mikey and Emma. He kept them all. So why did he have to break the promise that mattered to you most.

Why?

Why did he have to turn into a liar now?

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Hi!! I would like to request something angsty, a headcanon/drabble/fic about Izana and an older sister reader, she taught him (and maybe kakucho too) everything about delinquents alongside Shinichiro. She took all the bullets that was meant for Izana, it's your choice if you want reader to survive or not. Thank you and good luck on your interview!!

Why does everyone want to break my heart with these angst requests? 😭💔 But I do like the idea so it shall be written!

A note about the reader. I am thinking of her as more a fellow orphan who is seen as the older sister figure to the younger orphans, mainly by Izana. After all, the bond between orphans means more than anything and that's the only way I can see Izana reacting but not Mikey. Sorry if that's not what you wanted...

Thank you for requesting and I hope you like it!!

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Izana with an older sister!reader who protects them (angst)

TW: mentions of violence, gun shots, blood, mourning, canon divergence, manga spoilers

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You had been a constant in Izana's life. When he had first been left at the orphanage, you had taken him under your wing like you had with every other child that turned up. It was mainly because you had been at the orphanage the longest and so knew what it felt like to just suddenly end up there.

Izana was hesitant to get close to you in the beginning, especially since you were a bit intimidating. You were only two years older than the blond boy yet you had probably experienced a lot more than he had.

It was only when he saw you fighting off a gang of middle school boys that were bullying him, did he want to get close to you. He thought you were amazing in that moment. The way you kicked at the boys had him wanting to learn how to fight like that. And so, he would ask you to teach him.

From there, the two of you created a strong bond. And when Kakucho had arrived at the orphanage, Izana had dragged him into the lessons you would give. Through the lessons, you would explain how you had once met an older boy who had told you all about the ways of a delinquent and how that had influenced your decisions.

The boys would follow you around, doing their best to keep you safe. After all, you had quickly become an older sister to them both and they refused to let anything happen to their older sister. They had even showed your their secret plans for the kingdom they were going to make, saying how you would be in charge of keeping it safe. Izana was the king, Kakucho was the servant, and you were the protector.

It was when Shinichiro turned up out of the blue to talk to Izana that had made a slight rift in your relationship with him. He would actively seek out his big brother instead of you, something that both made you happy for him yet broke your heart a little. After all, you had been with him since he was a young child and had taught him what you could.

Shinichiro had expressed his gratitude for you helping raise Izana. You simply explained that's just how it was and that promised the older boy that you would protect his younger brother with your life. Over the months, you had gotten close to Shinichiro and learnt new ways in which to follow the true delinquent path.

Years had passed and a lot of things had changed. Shinichiro had died, Izana and Kakucho had formed their kingdom, and a strange boy of the name Kisaki had entered the lives of your brothers. While you questioned some of their new friend choices, you remained with Izana. After all, an older sister was meant to protect their younger siblings with their life if needs be.

Now you were standing a little behind Izana as you both watched the battle that was happening below. 50 members of Toman were going against the kingdom of Tenjiku, being led by a boy that reminded you so much of Shinichiro it was crazy. Kakucho was currently fighting him but it was proving difficult to knock him down. You really couldn't help but admire the blond for not giving up even when his face was swelling and covered in blood.

Kisaki must have had enough as he had finally gotten down from the platforms. You were uninterested until a gun had been pulled out. Wasn't this a simple brawl? Why the hell would Kisaki bring a gun? After noticing it, you couldn't shake the bad feeling that filled your chest. Something was definitely going to happen with that gun being here.

Kisaki shot the blond boy in the foot, and yet he still didn't give up. That is what piqued your interest even more. It was as if the spirit of Shinichiro Sano was placed into that boy after his untimely death. Tears were threatening to fill your eyes as memories danced throughout your mind. You almost missed Izana standing up from where he sat.

You quickly followed Izana down to the battlefield, remaining just a little way behind him. After all, he was the king and you were simply his protector. It was all going well until another gunshot rang out. You turned your head only to find Kakucho bleeding from his shoulder.

Anger clouded your judgement. How dare that piece of trash shoot at one of your brothers?! However, your mind went blank as you saw Kisaki go to pull the trigger again. Izana had pushed Kakucho out of the way while you covered the younger male with your body. There was no way you were letting harm come to Izana. After all, he was your life.

Three bullets entered your body.

Everything went in slow motion for the three siblings. Kakucho watched in horror as the scene played out. Izana was confused on why he felt no physical pain until he looked up to find you smiling down at him. Blood was trickling down your chin, dripping to the ground below.

"Y-Y/N?" If your mind wasn't screaming at your pain, you would have tried to comfort the poor boy in front of you. Instead, you used your energy to simply keep that smile on your face as you fell forward.

Izana couldn't catch you. His body was frozen and he was panicking. You and Kakucho were his only family and you were both bleeding from gunshot wounds. He didn't know what to do except shout for someone, anyone to call an ambulance. Maybe they could save you!

"Izana..." The boy had to kneel down and lean close just to hear you. "I'm so glad you're safe. I don't know what I would have done if you got hurt." Your words were separated with heavy breathes. If this was anything to go by, you were about to leave this world at any moment.

Kakucho had crawled his way over to where you and Izana was, tears flowing easily down his cheeks. He had to be there for Izana, even if it was too painful seeing you in that state.

"Why did you do that?" The platinum blond croaked out, trying his hardest to push the lump in his throat down. He refused to cry, especially when you were the one in immense pain. Izana had to be strong for you.

"Because I am your older sister. That's what we do." With that, you had gone silent, a smile on your paling face. It was moments after that the paramedics had arrived. Kakucho and you were placed into the back of the ambulance while Izana followed Kakucho. He needed his friend to comfort him.

Hours had passed by since arriving at the hospital. Kakucho was fine, he just needed a few stitches and some IV fluids to rehydrate him. The doctors had delivered some bad news to the boys. You had not made it.

No-one spoke as the news set in. You had died. The protector of the kingdom of Tenjiku. The one who had practically raised them. The girl who welcomed them with open arms when they arrived at the orphanage. You were gone.

Izana didn't know how to handle the news. He felt like his world was crumbling around him. Why had you saved him?! But that's when your last words popped into his head. Why did every older sibling end up leaving him before their time?

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[justdaphne]

The titles Inej associates with

Set a few years of the events in CK. (Mild??)SoC duology spoilers!

They’d just return from a ‘perimeter check’ around the Barrel to check if everything seemed fine. Inej climbed the roofs, while Kaz walked the grounds. In other words, a stroll together but of course neither of them would admit that. The normal sound of hustling and bustling was present, and so was the sound of pistols ringing out. No rival gangs were crossing Dregs territory that day. Everything was fine.

The Crow Club was as loud as ever. The sound of drinks clinking and clanking, cards shuffling and the sound of kruge being made. “Don’t you just love the sound of that, Inej?” Kaz grinned wickedly. “The sound of kruge?” she replied. “It’s always the sound of money. What a glorious thing it is. Speaking of kruge, I desire to dip my hand in the familiar feeling of success.” Inej simply rolled her eyes. “Always so dramatic.” He’s in a good mood, she realized.

She decided to trail after Kaz. She wanted to sit by his window and watch him work while she fed her beloved crows.

She passed by a table at which four men were laughing, drunkenly perhaps. But as she was walking by, one of the men grabbed her by the arm. “Hey, I know you. You’re that Suli Lynx from the Menagerie. Remember me?” said the man with a disturbing grin. Horror rushed through Inej veins as she realized who the man was. It was an ex-client.

Her eyes went wide in shock, her breath hitched. A shudder went up her spine as the memories of the Menagerie from all those years ago returned all at once. “Don’t touch me,” she said. “I feel the need to be entertained, Little Lynx. Why don’t we..do something fun hm?” She could see it all coming back to her. The Menagerie, Tante Heleen, being sold, the scars and wounds she bore..

Inej pulled her wrist away, forcefully collectecting herself. Her eyes were dead fierce now. “Listen here,” she said almost softly, “I don’t know who you think I am now, but I am most definitely not who I was four years ago.” The other men laughed abundantly and Saints, she hated it. “Know your place, whore.” the man laughed, “Now i repeat and you better listen carefully. I’m not gonna repeat myself, Lynx. Entertain me.”

A surge of rage washed over her. Like she said, she wasn’t the same person she was all those years ago. She had become something to be feared. She had built a reputation for herself. Inej pinned the man to the ground suddenly, a quick move but a loud enough sound for almost everyone in the Crow club to hear. “Strange you’ve never heard of me,” she began, unsheathing her dagger and placing it atop of his adam’s apple. “Well, obviously you never heard me but I did make it to the wanted list a while back. Ring any bells?” The other men continued laughing loudly before standing up to attack. “She thinks she can beat us!” they mocked.

But Inej was quicker. She managed to grab ahold of the other guy’s neck, slamming his head on the table. Another man charged but she ducked under, grabbing ahold of his face and punched it hard. “These brass knuckles do come in handy.” she murmured quietly as the man cried. She spun quickly as another approached. She elbowed him hard on the abdomen, taking a champagne bottle from a nearby table and smashed it hard on his head. With Sankt Petyr on her hand threateningly, the dagger Kaz had gifted her with, she approached her ex-client who had risen, backing him up against the wall. She placed it on his neck once more. “Captain Ghafa, hunter of slavers.” she whispered fiercely, “The Wraith of Ketterdam.” She liked the expression he wore on his face, even though it was just slight fear. Brick by brick, she could hear Kaz saying it. “I know everything about everyone. I know that you recently got out of hellgate, what you eat in the morning and what you recently did to your brother in secret. Everything.” A glint of hatred in her eye that could kill by just looking at it was present, a smile ever so cunning. She could see a hint of fear in the man’s expression from that information. “As if anyone would believe you!” he argued. Inej kneed him in his stomach, a razor blade was on her knee pad and he fell on the ground, his hands on his stomach where blood could be found.

The four men cried in pain, cursing her name. A loud thud thud thud approached, louder the nearer it was. “Good evening, gentlemen.” Kaz. “What do we have here?” he asked, amused with what he was looking at. He could feel the corners of his lips lifting a little.

“Oh yes finally. Dirtyhands. Can’t you see what that bitch did?” said the man, as if he was glad that Kaz was around. “That Suli bitch-”

Kaz pressed the top of his cane on the man’s neck before he could finish his sentence. “Say that again.” he dared, pressing it further. “I didn’t do anything!” the man stuttered. Kaz wore a bored expression on his face. “Spare me the lies, I saw everything.” He was getting irritated. “She’s just a girl! It doesn’t matter!” the man laughed nervously, trying to ease off the mood.

“Listen hear old man, I may be a criminal, so cruel in the eyes of others. But I do have some morals. I won’t tolerate people harassing women as if they were nothing but dirt. Especially if they’re under Dreg's protection.”

The man let out a low chuckle. “Like you have any idea who she is!”

Kaz leaned into his ear slightly, a devious grin played on his lips. “But most especially,” he began with a low tone for only those near him enough to hear, “I will not tolerate people harassing my wife.”

The man’s eyes went wide, his face in red in fear. Everyone else who could hear those words had the same expression. But it was nothing compared to the expression Inej wore. “Rotty, make sure these men never step in this part of the Barrel again.” Kaz ordered as he strode off.

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Inej slipped through Kaz’s window later during the day. He was on his desk, catching up on some work. As usual. “I thought you wanted to ‘dip your hand in the familiar feeling of success’.” She teased. Her eyes twinkled as she looked at him, her lips curved into a shy smile. “Why are you looking at me like that?” Kaz asked, finally looking up from his papers to meet her gaze. Ghezen, it was hard to keep a straight face when she looked like that. He could feel a smile forming beyond his control. “Spill it, Wraith.” he said.

“You called me your wife.” she teased, the smile widened. The smile. Her smile. Ghezen.

“Well, those fools were still definitely not taking you seriously no matter what you did. Foolish really.” He knew what it was like for Inej to be in that very situation. Disrespected, look down upon. And yet, she handled it well, of course. She was Inej, the Wraith, Captain Ghafa. A very strong woman. “And besides, I could start getting used to calling you that.” A teasing smile formed uncontrollably on his lips. He may have said as if it was a joke but he was dead serious. Inej’s laughter filled the room approvingly then. “I do like the sound of that.”

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[uglypastels]

so 👀 i've always had this idea of y/n being the "healer" of the group in the irregulars gang, they've somehow picked up on patching people up and slight medical stuff since they were young. how they'd fit into the world in my head went kinda like them eventually developing a crush on billy, but because billy's feelings towards bea they've mostly kept it to themselves so the usual unrequited angst 😌 maybe you could make it fluff by billy eventually realising his feelings for y/n art the end -🥀

i love this concept so much oh my god. 

Possible spoilers of The Irregulars, do not read if you haven’t watched the show

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“So, when did you learn how to do this again?” Billy said, trying to be as casual as possible. It was a tricky process, especially since you didn’t even have the proper equipment. You just had to make due with what Doctor Watson had to offer you. 

“I already told you,” you sighed, not really wanting to go through that story again, and Billy knew that, hence his little smirk as he bit into the apple he was eating. You leaned forward for him to let you take a bite as well. 

“Alright, keep your secrets,” he said, before hissing a bit as you poked the stitch through his skin. He had been doing surprisingly well, you had to admit. 

“It’s not a secret, I just don’t like repeating myself,” you said, finishing off the last stitch, but when you looked back up at him, you saw his gaze had wandered off somewhere else, behind you. You turned around to see what it was that caught your attention and, to little surprise, you saw Bea and Leo sitting next to each other and giggling. When you looked back at Billy, you saw him clench his jaw slightly. Of course. 

“Well, it’s all done. In a few days you’ll be like brand new and I’ll be able to take them out.”  you patted his leg and then started to clean up all the equipment, so could bring it back to the doctor. 

“Thanks y/n,” Billy said with a big smile of appreciation, but you had already gotten up and left to 221b. He looked confused, sensing that he had somehow upset you. And it wasn’t your intention to suddenly act so cold, it was just the fact that, no matter what you seemed to do for this boy, he would always have his eyes on someone else. 

Except, he didn’t. Not for a long time already. When he had looked across the room to find Bea and Leo, all he could think about was how he wished you and him could be like that, cuddled up and smiling. He wished he had the nerve to tell you how he felt but there was no way you could have reciprocated his feelings. No way... right? 

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[winchest09]

Life for Rent - Chapter Twenty Seven

Pairing: Mobster!Dean Winchester x Escort!Reader

Universe: AU

Summary: Y/N can be anyone for a price. Her life is ruled by contracts, men and money. It’s all she knows; countless identities, seedy clients, and strict regulations. She has to obey the rules, but her past is full of secrets and her future is resting in the wrong hands. But will her next client be the same as the rest?

Rating: 18+ W/C: 5216

Warnings: (spoilers) Angst, violence, threats, death threats, talks of death, imprisonment, suicidal thoughts, violent outbreak, swearing, blackmail, deceit, double crossing, guns, trafficking.

PLEASE HEED THESE. IF ANY OF THEM ARE TRIGGERS, DO NOT READ.

A/N: So...three chapters left after this one...are you ready? ;) 

Special thanks to this absolute babe @katehuntington​ <3  My worldie, my bestie, my beta whose reaction to this always has me beaming, without her, i’d go insane. She’s my cheerleader <3

I hope you guys enjoy this add! Thanks everyone for sticking with me and this fic <3

Love you all.

xox

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Do it.

Those words echoed around Dean’s head as he stared down at the woman who had managed to fool him entirely. Not again, not her, not Y/N. After everything they had been through, after what he had done for her; what he felt for her. He didn’t understand how she could do this to him. He’d given her everything, he’d allowed her to be a part of his family and yet here she was, on her knees waiting for him to end it all. Never in his life had he come across someone that was so accepting of death. She wasn’t pleading her case or begging to be spared. Neither was she making excuses for what she had done. 

His hand shook as he felt the weight of her forehead pressed against the muzzle of his gun. Her eyes closed as she waited for him to pull the trigger. Dean had always been so collected in these situations, taking the shot without hesitation, but staring down at the woman who had invaded his heart, he lost that impulse. Turmoil rolled through his mind as he fought with his instinct, with the way he had been raised. A traitor’s life is ended. No ifs, no buts, no maybes.

Dean didn’t move to swipe at the tears of regret that stained his cheeks, he didn’t blink away the pain that was captured in his green orbs; he couldn’t tear his gaze away from the escort who had threatened his entire family. She had pulled the wool over his eyes, had been the wolf in sheep's clothing this entire time. He’d let her into his home, into his bed; he’d allowed her to fill his head with an endless stream of unachievable dreams through her sweet words. Dean thought she was different, that he could finally break down the wall around his heart and allow himself to be happy. He was a fool. 

There was no excusing what she had done, not now his family was in danger, their lives threatened. She was a traitor, and traitors needed to be put down. His lips curled in a slight snarl as his jaw clenched, tears of frustration coming together at the end of his chin. His thumb steadily made its way to the hammer of the gun, pulling it slowly back, hearing the chilling click of the readed shot. The pad of his forefinger twitched over the trigger, the tip pressing harder against the metal ring as he made his decision. 

No ifs, no buts, no maybes. 

With a loud echo, his shot rang out. The noise ringing through his ears as fresh tears caraded down his cheeks, his weapon hot in his hand. He didn’t make a sound, his eyes now hazy with unshed sadness as a vice gripped at his heart. He really wished it hadn’t come to this, maybe it had just proved to him that he wasn’t allowed to give himself to anyone, that he would be better off on his own. With a short sniff, he moved to tuck the gun into the waistband of his jeans. The sight in front of him was getting too much for him to bear, he needed to get out, he had more important matters to attend too. 

The broken Winchester marched out of his room, slamming the door shut behind him before he turned to lock it with his key. Shutting out his darkness, his shame and the woman who had been the cause of it all. He frustratedly slammed his fist against the wood, his angered roar tearing from his throat before he pushed himself to storm down the hall, trying somehow to formulate a plan in his mind to protect the people he cares for most. 

Hurriedly pulling his phone from his pocket, Dean’s shaking thumb quickly dialled Sam’s number as he put his cell to his ear. He paced down the hall, one hand combing through his hair as time seemed to slow. 

“Pick up, dammit,” Dean growled down the line, his heart pounding in his chest as the dial tone echoed in his ear. Each ring longer than the last. “Pick the fuck up, Sammy.”

“Dean?” 

The relief that flooded his being at the sound of his brother’s voice felt like ice on fire. 

“Turn around, get home. Now!” he barked, rushing down the stairs towards the foyer, his eyes scanning every doorway in case of a possible ambush. 

“What’s happened?” 

“Just do it, Sam,” Dean snapped, “It’s a trap.” As soon as the words left his lips he felt the anger surge through his veins. 

The older Winchester made his way to the windows next to the front door, gingerly using his fingers to peel back the voils in the windows, peering to see if anyone was coming for him. 

“We know.” Those two words that Sam uttered made Dean frown, his gaze breaking away from the outside, “Charlie figured out it was a ruse a few moments ago, we’re setting up a diversion so they don’t follow us home.”

“Good,” a silent sigh of relief left him, his eyes squeezing shut briefly as he was thankful for his brother's safety. Dean strode into the living room, his mind trying to formulate any kind of strategy to keep his family safe from harm. “Watch your backs, go the long way home, keep your hand on your gun at all times.” 

“What’s going on?” 

Dean bit his bottom lip, his tongue running over his teeth as he resisted the urge to spill everything there and then. “Just get back in one piece,” he instructed, “both of you.” 

Immediately ending the call, his next thoughts were on Benny and Cas, the two of the best soldiers he had in this raging war of dominating gangs. With his phone back to his ear, he listened to the agonisingly slow dial tone as he walked around to the pool table, his fingers running slowly along the wooden frame.

“Come on,” he muttered under his breath, another long ring echoing in his ears. “Come fuckin’ on,” he growled, his eyes pinched closed as he tapped his digits against the wood. “Dammit Benny.”

He couldn’t prevent the worry that ate away at his stomach, the way his heart thumped harder in his chest and the panic that tightened his torso. Dean needed to keep a rational head, his friend may have not heard his phone plus there was always Cas. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he dialled another number and waited impatiently for him to answer. 

“Answer the phone, answer the phone,” he chanted, his fist curling into a tight ball tighter at the sound of each ring. 

I’m sorry, this caller is unavailable. Please leave your message after the tone.  

Before he could react, his phone pinged with the sound of an incoming message, one that his thumb was quick to open when he saw it was from Benny. Even though he thought he was prepared for whatever was in the message, he still felt like he had been punched in the gut when he opened the text. There, tied to two chairs, blindfolded and gagged were his men, his best friends. Their faces were beaten and bloody, their shirts stained with crimson. 

“NO!” Dean screamed, throwing his phone to the floor in a blast of rage. He was too late, Nick and Alistair had gotten to his family and he didn’t know how long he had until they were dead.

He couldn’t contain his anger as his torment roared from his chest, his hands breaking and destroying everything in their reach. Picture frames; shelves were ripped from the walls, Dean was on a destructive warpath and nothing was safe. He surrounded himself in glass, in broken porcelain and tainted memories, the noises that left his lips were nothing short of animalistic. He didn’t stop to take a breath, he didn’t falter as he tipped over a bookcase and sent many works of fiction scattering across the floor. He spotted the rows of pool cues resting against the wall, and one by one tore them from their fixtures and beat them against the table, splinters of wood flying through the air. He broke every single one of them, leaving his bloody hands holding nothing but the broken remains of his rampage. His eyes burned embers as his face wore a snarl, his nose flared as he looked for the next perfect thing to destroy. Because that was all he was good for. 

“What the hell happened here?!” Sam’s voice cut through the red mist that had descended over him, his head snapping over to where his sibling and Charlie were standing, visibly confused. 

With his chest heaving, Dean dropped the broken pieces of wood to the floor as he walked over to where the two were standing, pulling his little brother into a crushing hug. He could feel Sam hesitate for a moment before he returned the embrace, the action calming his enraged spirit, relief flooding the fire. Thank god he was safe. 

After a few drawn out seconds, he pulled back, clapping the shoulder of the taller Winchester before he headed towards the one thing he didn’t destroy, his alcohol. He needed the burn of whiskey in his throat for the news he was about to tell them, the liquor in his system to numb the sting of the past hour. 

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Dean’s bedroom was still. The dust had settled on the broken scene; on the shattered glass, the split wood and the broken body that was still rooted to the spot. There was not a sound to be heard, the screams were long gone and so were the uneven sobs from the woman who had torn his world down around him. 

It was then that Y/N heaved in a shaky breath, her eyes still clenched tightly shut as she hadn’t dared to open them. She had never expected to still be kneeling in this spot with air in her lungs and a beat to her heart, yet here she was. Her ears ringing with the sound of the gunshot, her body tense with fear as she didn’t know whether she should be grateful that she was still alive, or dreadful because of it. When she had heard Dean pull back the hammer of the gun, she was at peace. She accepted that this was the end of her story, but he chose not to finish it. He chose to aim the gun and shoot it in another direction, leaving her in dismay. 

Y/N didn’t understand his actions. She deserved the bullet that Dean was going to shoot into her head. As far as the escort was concerned, she shouldn’t be here right now, she should be long gone and away from this world, away from the torment and this horrendous life. She hadn’t expected him to keep her alive and she would never forget the look he gave her when she fed him the truth. The way his eyes grew cold upon the realisation that she had betrayed him; it solidified her view that there was no coming back from this. Her thoughts were chasing their metaphorical tail as she went around in circles. There was nowhere to run, no way to forget what she had done.

Her body was still shaking as she gained the courage to open her eyes, bracing herself to cast her gaze over the damage she had caused.  The room was a mess, his belongings destroyed and it was all because of her. Her lips trembled as a warm tear dropped onto her pale cheek. It was then that she looked upon his bedroom door, the barrier she heard him lock with a faint click as she was dazed on her knees. Y/N knew there was no point in trying to escape, she wouldn’t get very far even if she tried. Dean would most certainly see her leaving his manor and if on the slightest chance she did get away, The Master would find her. 

The Master.

She couldn’t leave this house, she didn’t want to subject herself to the hours of torment she was going to face in isolation. The humiliation, the beatings, the assault. Her body was fractured enough as it was, her wings had been snapped and her spirit had been broken long before Dean had found the light in her again. But like a long burning candle, her flame had burned out, she simply had nothing left to give. 

With quaking legs she stood, her cheeks still warm from the overflowing shame she felt, as she turned around in the spot she was standing. On the floor she spotted Dean’s clothes from which he had changed out of, the clothes in which he was teaching her how to defend herself from the horrors of the world. If only he had known then, he wouldn’t have wasted his time or energy on her. Taking a sharp breath, the defeated woman took an unbalanced step towards the mobster’s bed, her forehead slightly creasing as her mind plagued her with a question. Where did the bullet go? 

She knew it didn’t matter, it was just a piece of metal to anybody else, but to her it meant something, to her that was the thing that was meant to end her life. So, with curious eyes and a determined head, she calculated the shot. Casting her vision over the room as she scanned every possible place it could be. It was then that she saw it, the small, circular entrance that had been created on the side of Dean’s luxury mattress. 

Y/N took a deep breath, her feet taking her the small distance needed to clamber onto his bed, eyes fixated on the hole that was meant to be in her. With slim fingers and a bit of patience, she located the small metal casing and pulled it out. Bringing it up to her eye level, she rolled it between her forefinger and thumb. She could just throw it to one side and be done with it yet, instead, she allowed it to fall into her palm as she curled her hand around it, squeezing tightly. It was a stark reminder of what her life had led too.

As the day bled into nightfall, Y/N was going under fast when she was desperate for somebody to hear her. But she came to realise that there was no one left to change the course of action. She didn’t mean for any of this to happen, she didn’t want to break his trust or his heart, she was just so terrified of any consequences. For a month, the escort had been living a life that she had longed for since she was six years old, a life without rules or chains, a life where she was free to breathe. Dean eased her suffering, yet he could only mask her agony for so long. 

Flickers of faint moonlight caught her attention, her face slightly angling towards the broken glass on the floor next to the bed. Y/N almost felt as though they were calling to her, one shattered object to another. She gracefully bent down, her fingers tracing the shards that were scattered amongst photo frames. It was then she saw Dean’s warm smile staring up at her, his eyes crinkled and light as he stood next to his family. Her hand hovered above it, the pads of her fingertips gently caressing his face on the picture. He had already given her so much more than she could have dreamed and for that she would be ever thankful. Now, it was about time she took matters into her own hands. If he couldn’t stop the horror that she had been living, then she would. 

It was bound to end in blood and tears. 

-

“Sammy, sit down.” Deans instruction was calm, one finger lifting off the glass of his whiskey filled tumbler to point at the couch. “You gonna join him, Charlie?”

“I think I should leave you guys to it,” the redhead mumbled, hooking her laptop bag over her shoulder before turning to move out of the room. “I’ll be in the dining room if you need me.” 

“I need you to look into The Hemlock, Alistair and Nick. I need everything that you can find. Surveillance, movements, birthdays, I don’t give a fuck. I want it all.” Dean didn’t bark his orders but the authority in his tone made Charlie instantly nod in submission. 

“I’ll get right on it.”

Sam scoffed as he watched their technical right hand walk away, his head shaking causing his brunette locks to frame his face. He was visibly perplexed by his brother’s sudden change in demeanour. 

“What the hell is going on, Dean?” he questioned, one large hand gesturing to the rest of the room. “You’ve snapped every single pool cue we own, the room is a complete mess and where the hell is Y/N?!”

His voice rose at the end of his burning question, one that made the older Winchester’s burning eyes snap to his. With a shake of his head, the defeated mobster took down the rest of his liquor in one hit, hissing as it stung his throat. 

“Benny and Cas have been captured and Y/N... She’s locked away,” was his simple response as he turned to grab for the whiskey bottle, the remainder of the alcohol calling to him. 

“How?!” Sam's brow knitted together. “And what the fuck do you mean ‘locked away’?!”

The news Dean was about to share felt like a hard pill to swallow. He still couldn’t believe it, he didn’t want to, but it was the bitter truth. “She betrayed us, Sammy. betrayed me...that’s how.” 

He scoffed harshly as he brought the liquor with him, sitting opposite his little brother on the couch. “Lied to our faces, just like fucking Cassie.”

Sam watched as Dean refilled his glass before placing the bottle on the still intact table, the gears turning in his head as he tried to understand. “You’re not making any sense. Wh--”

“- You were right, okay?!” the mobster snapped, rubbing at his forehead frustratingly with his palm. “I shouldn’t have hired her, I should have never stepped foot in that bastard’s place.” With a deep breath, he took a moment to calm the rage that was flowing through his veins like molten lava. “Nick, Y/N... They have been working together to bring us to our knees.” 

“What?” Sam urged, not quite believing what he was hearing. She was part of The Hemlock, how could she be working for the enemy?

“That’s right, she told me, Sam,” Dean disclosed, a disapproving tone laced in his words. “Judging from what she said, I can only assume that the plan for today was meant to be our undoing.” 

It was that statement that caught the younger Winchester’s attention, “What did she say?”

“What does it matter? Benny and Cas are in danger, Sam. That’s our priority right now,” the mobster stressed, his voice gruff with emotion.

“We have other men, we’ll send them ahead to scope the place out but we don’t even know what we’re walking into right now. We’ve got to be smart about this.” 

Dean knew his sibling was right, yet the feeling of losing his blood brothers because of one stupid mistake was more than he could bare. “I can’t lose more family, Sammy. I just can’t.”

“And we won’t, not if we play this smart,” his little brother advised, sincerity lacing his tone. “Now I need to know what Y/N said. Her exact words.” 

“I helped plan it,” Dean fired back, shaking his head as he clicked his tongue against his teeth. “That it wasn’t just her but The Master and Nick.”

“Wait,” Sam held up his hand,  “The Master?”

Dean threw his head back against the couch and sighed deeply, his forefinger and thumb pinching across his eyes and nose. He still felt like his head was swimming with information, that he couldn’t focus on one particular thing. When he woke up that morning, he was happy and was ready to take on the world. Now he was back to square one, on the break of losing the family who he loves yet again by his own stupid actions. 

“Alistair,” Dean sighed, his focus on the ceiling. “That’s the name his girls call him.” 

“That’s seriously messed up.” Sam grimaced, shaking his head as he stared at his brother. 

“So he’s into pet names,” Dean shrugged while he lifted his head off the couch with annoyance. “You’re missing the entire point of this.”

Sam just huffed, his tongue poking in his cheek as he looked over at his older brother. It didn’t take him long to look at the bigger picture here. Unlike the man in front of him, he could see the situation clearly as he wasn’t being driven by his raw emotion like Dean was. There was a lot more to this situation, it went a lot deeper than just Y/N double crossing them. Sam had suspicions about her behavior since he had spoken to her after playing pool, and especially after the previous night when a phone call had interrupted them, but his doubtful thoughts were never about her dedication to her job and his family, it was about her past and what she had been experiencing. 

“I don’t think I am, Dean,” Sam announced, lacing his fingers together in front of him as he rested his arms against his knees. 

“Y/N betrayed us all.” Dean’s face turned into one of exasperation, his mind not fathoming how he couldn’t understand exactly what the escort had done to them. 

“How?” Sam questioned, his tone still steady and reasonable. “By saving us?” 

“She sent you to your death, Sam!” the mobster snapped, his deep voice bellowing off of the walls as he stood from his seat brashly, his right hand throwing his glass against the wall. His green eyes darkened, his lips twitching as he held back a snarl. “I was the one that pulled you out of there!” 

“Because she told you too,” came the younger Winchester’s reply, not even flinching at Dean’s actions, which he had gotten used to by now. He raised his eyebrows as he watched the pacing man in front of him, sucking in a deep breath as he ran a hand through his long hair. “Look, calm down for a minute and let’s talk this out, yeah?” 

“Why are you on her side in this?!” Dean fumed, his hands running through his hair as he continued to pace the broken mess of the room. 

“Dean, I’m not. Believe me, if I’m wrong in all this, I’ll be handing you a loaded gun,” Sam assured, his dark eyes that were trained on his big brother full of conviction and promise. 

It was then that the frustrated man stopped in his tracks, angling his body to look down at the voice of reason. “You wanted me to murder Cassie the first chance I got, hell you still do. So what’s changed?”

“She’s not Cassie,” Sam’s reply was almost instant and it basically winded the head of the family, the darkness in his gaze fading as he collapsed back onto the couch. “Dean, Cassie did what she did maliciously, off her own back. Y/N’s held her hands up and told you before it got too far,” he began to explain, his hand rubbing at his jaw. “Look, when I brought Azazel back here, and I kept Y/N company whilst you did your thing, she opened up to me slightly. I didn’t like what I had to hear.” 

At that, Dean frowned, his anger subsiding slightly to make way for the uneasiness in his stomach to break through. “Which was?” 

He watched his little brother, how he rubbed his hands together before he spoke. It did nothing to settle the anxious feeling that was resonating in his chest. 

“She said that you were the first man that had treated her like a person and not an asset,” Sam began to explain, his voice soft and compassionate as he judged for a reaction. “She tried to cover up her words but I know how to read body language, Dean. She was uncomfortable, she was lying to me. Even when I challenged her about it, she couldn’t tell me the truth, so what does that tell you?”

“That she’s a liar,” the mobster seethed, pulling in his bottom lip with his teeth. 

“Or that she’s trapped in a corner with nowhere to run,” Sam implored, causing the older to halt his actions, the words resonating through him. 

His anger faded, the red fog clearing slightly, causing him to think carefully over his brother’s comments. Maybe he was right; all the evidence that he had gathered so far had already pointed to a not so normal life. So could it be that she was forced into this situation? That she was truly trapped, or was that an easy excuse to make?

“Yeah, maybe,” Dean sighed, shaking his head slightly as he pursed his lips. “But you don’t know everything.” 

“What do you mean?” Sam enquired. 

“Charlie found some information. I asked her to look into Y/N and report back to me,” the mobster admitted, rubbing at his chin as he edged closer to the edge of his seat. “Her records were dodgy, Sam. There was nothing past the age of six. It was like her life had ended there. I was convinced she had taken on someone else’s life as an alias.”

“But that’s not true?” His little brother's question made Dean shake his head slightly, his lips pursing.

“No. She told me a bit about her past, she confided in me and the woman I saw was so damn vulnerable. But Hell, that could have been an act too right?” A scoff past his pink lips as he reached for the bottle of whiskey that was on the table in front of him. “I don’t know, Sammy. Something isn’t sitting right. The woman I returned to The Hemlock yesterday morning was not the same one I got back. Something changed in her while she was there and then I noticed a tattoo on her neck.” 

“A tattoo?”

Dean nodded, walking over to where he’d thrown his phone earlier. “I don’t just think it’s just any kind of ink, Sam,” he doubted, picking the device off the floor and hoping it still worked. A slight wave of relief washed over him when he noticed that all his cell had suffered was a partially cracked screen. 

He pulled up the picture that he took, zooming in slightly on the detail before handing it over to the younger Winchester. “I just need to work out the numbers.”

Sam took a moment to study the photograph, the image fanning the flames of his suspicions with a heavy heart. “That’s because it isn’t normal ink, Dean,” he started, swallowing hard as his gaze went back to the awaiting green orbs. “I think she’s been a victim of trafficking.”

Dean’s face changed, his expression slack as his eyebrows twitched. “What?”

“It makes sense, right? The way she acts, the fake personas, the change of personality, the way her walls fell down around you when you took her to do perfectly normal things.” 

Did his brother have a point? The mobster took another long gulp from the glass bottle in his hands, his mind racing as he tried to pinpoint his thoughts. Surely he would have noticed it, he’s a mob boss for fuck’s sake, surely he would have seen something. How could he not know? But then even if he did, would it change how he felt about her now? Y/N had still deceived him, lulled him into a false sense of security before aiding the capture of two of his men. If Sam had been caught too...

“I still can’t trust her. Not now, not after this,” Dean admitted, the morbid thoughts of losing his family taunting him. 

“She’s just been a pawn in this war, Dean,” Sam tried to reason, sliding his phone back over the table. “And the fact that you’ve left her alive in your bedroom speaks volumes for itself. You need to talk to her.”

The older Winchester huffed a breath before he ran his tongue over his bottom lip. “And what is that going to solve, huh?” 

“I know what she means to you, and she means more to you now than Cassie ever did,” Sam spoke truthfully, his eyes full of empathy as he stared at the stubborn man across from him. “You need to speak with her, maybe now she’s in a position to tell you the full truth.”

“But Benny and Cas--”

“- I’ll deal with that. You need to do this, Dean. You need answers.” 

There was a brief moment of silence between the pair, neither of them breaking their gaze on the other, a psychological standoff. 

“Fine,” Dean relented, closing his eyes briefly as he took a deep breath, pushing himself back off of the coach. His legs felt heavy as he made his way towards the staircase, his palms sweating, his throat dry, even though he tried to drown his thirst with liquor. He hadn’t got the time he needed to process the series of events that turned his world upside down, Benny and Cas were in danger, the woman who had captured his soul laid on his bedroom floor. A possible victim of trafficking. Could she have really been forced into this? Why couldn’t she have just told him the truth? Did she not trust him? 

Making his way along the long corridor towards his room, he brought the bottle of whiskey back to his lips, his eyes slightly glassy as he thought about how he had left her. Broken, defeated, at his complete mercy on the floor. She was so accepting of punishment, so willing to welcome any harm that was coming her way. Casting his mind back to the first time he truly spent time with her, he remembered her not knowing how to shop. That memory bled into the one where he told her she could keep the dress he had made for her; the look of childish glee when she tried pizza for the first time, the eyes full of wonder when she tasted chocolate covered strawberries. It was all flashing in front of him like it was a damn show. The need to do well continuously, to be the best of the best. The fear in her eyes when she thought she’d failed him. It all made sense now. 

With a partially shaking hand, he pulled the key to his room from his jeans pocket, the metal shaking in the lock as he slowly turned it to open. The click echoed through his soul, causing him to inhale deeply as he readied himself to face Y/N once again. With a forceful push, he opened his door, words spilling from his lips before an unexpected sight greeted him.

“You need to explain yourself.”

——————————————– Chapter Twenty Eight --> ——————————————– A/N: *screams* Guys...three more chapters...that’s it! *sobs into a pillow* We’re so close to the end of this story. I hope you’re enjoying these last few stops. 

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Kwami Sitting- Alya and the Kwamis

Alrighty, major spoilers from Gang of Secrets! Like, major.

But yeah, I've been having feels for that entire episode and because there was the reveal, it means kwami sitting! So here's some kwami content featuring platonic alyanette. Mentions of food.

Ftr, I made the zodiac kwamis all use they/them pronouns, though I don't think it ended up being too relevant in this fic. The main ones though do have genders.

Enjoy!

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It had only been a day since Marinette had revealed her identity, and Alya liked to think that she was taking the news well. After all, that was Ladybug, the superhero that she'd wanted to unmask for so long, until she realized that it would hurt more than help. She still couldn't believe that she also happened to be her best friend.

But it made so much sense though. Both Marinette and Ladybug were strong, courageous, intelligent, and incredibly good friends. It explained why Marinette was always late to class or making excuses.

It also explained why she looked so broken. Because she wasn't just Ladybug, the only person who could undo the damage caused by Shadowmoth. She was also the Guardian of the Miraculous. She was someone who hated lies, but had to lie in order to keep everyone safe.

But she told her secret to Alya, and Alya vowed to help ease the burden that she was carrying.

"See this?" Marinette pointed to the large pink box, before it expanded to show dozens of coloured bottles. "This is where I keep the miracle box. And this is how I open it."

She then pressed down on a bunch of the bottles, before a drawer opened.

"Woah!" Alya gasped, before remembering that Marinette had been defensive about the dollhouse. "It took you less than a day to make that?"

"Uh... yes?"

"That's so cool!"

"Focus, Alya." She picked up the miracle box. "Each of the miraculous are stored in here, but the kwamis don't have to stay inside of it. And-"

She was interrupted by both her and Alya's phone buzzing. There was a notification about an akuma attack.

"You go, I'll look after the box! I'll also cover for you in case your parents come!" Alya told her, and she nodded.

Marinette transformed- woah it looked so cool!- and made her way to the roof. But before she left, she turned back to face Alya.

"If things get dangerous, I might have to come for one of the miraculous. Keep your phone in case I need to text you."

"Got it! I won't let you down, Marinette!"

Even though she would be missing out on a chance to film for the Ladyblog, this was an opportunity to properly meet the kwamis! She'd seen glimpses of them before, but her priority had been comforting Marinette over her curiosity. But now she actually had the chance to meet them all.

"Alright!" She called out. "You're all under my watch now! Can you like up so I can figure out who is who?"

She knew about the main miraculous, and some of the others, but she wasn't prepared to see just how many kwamis there were. She only recognized four. Trixx, Tikki, Wayzz and the bee whose name she didn't know. Others looked vaguely familiar, like the snake, horse and dragon. But she didn't know there was one for the pig, rooster, tiger (wait were they for the zodiac?).

"Ooh, you're Alya, right!" The pig kwami asked. "I'm Daizzi! It'd be really cool if you were my holder!"

"I told you, she's already taken!" Trixx replied.

Alya looked at the two kwamis. Were they fighting over her? It took all of her willpower to not scream, only because she didn't want Tom and Sabine to hear and get concerned. Then she'd have to explain why she was screaming, and Marinette's sudden absence. Yeah, she definitely should not do that.

"I'm very flattered that you'd like me as your holder, Daizzi" she said instead. "But as Trixx said, I'm taken. I like being Rena Rouge."

The other kwamis began to introduce themselves, and a brief summary of their powers. There was so much to take in and she wished she could talk to someone else about it, but knew that she couldn't, and wouldn't ever betray Marinette's trust like that.

After that, she sat on the bed and pulled out her phone. The kwamis were insanely old, so they'd probably be well behaved, and she could start writing down notes for her next Ladyblog article.

Or well, that's what she thought. Apparently all those years of living meant nothing, because as soon as she got distracted, she heard something fall to the floor.

It was a good thing that Alya had two devious sisters that had a tendency to cause destruction, otherwise she'd be fuming.

But because she had the experience, all she did was casually look back at her phone as if nothing had happened.

"Oh," she began, faking sweetness into her voice. "I was planning on getting you all some snacks, but I guess not."

The twins were starting to grow old enough to not fall for the tactic, but she suspected that the kwamis would. As expected, they turned towards her with wide eyes and sad expressions. They whispered amongst each other, before they moved to start cleaning up.

Trixx seemed to be participating half-heartedly- he probably knew what she was trying to accomplish, he was perceptive like that.

"Okay, what are your favourite snacks?"

She already knew that Trixx liked fruit, but she was not prepared for the variety of foods listed. Pollen liked peppers, Wayzz liked drinking tea, and there was a lot.

"Okay, I can't say that I'll be able to get food for all of you, but I'll do my best. Wayzz, I'm leaving you in charge."

She figured that since Wayzz was the previous guardian's kwami, he would be the wisest.

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Alya took a deep breath, then tip toed down the stairs. The bakery wouldn't have everything, but taking a large variety of stuff would be weird. If it was just sweets, it'd be fine. But to take fruits and crackers and popcorn? She had to sneak the food back upstairs.

She looked into the kitchen and didn't see anyone.

"I haven't seen you in such a long time!" Sabine said from the front. "How have you been?"

Perfect! While they're distracted with the customer, I can get what I need.

Surprisingly, the kitchen raid went better than she'd expected. She managed to find even more food, and was able to carry it upstairs with ease. When she opened the trapdoor, the kwamis all beamed.

There was also no damage, fortunately.

"Before you eat," she said, chanelling all her authority into her tone. "I'm going to set up what we humans call a movie. Let's watch the Ladybug and Chat Noir movie."

It was easy to access it, since she already bought it online with an account. She got comfortable then started the movie.

The kwamis were fixated on the movie, impressed with the animation and the capabilities of the computer. However, there was a slight problem.

"How did they get the idea of the miraculous so wrong?" Baark asked.

"Remember, humans don't know that we exist. They have very little to work with," Wayzz answered.

Except that the others ignored him, and started critiquing the movie even more. Alya groaned. She was never going to be able to enjoy the movie again without thinking of the conversation going on around her.

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There were footsteps on the roof, and then the trapdoor opened. Alya didn't look back at Marinette, even when she detransformed.

"Oh wow, you're good at this," Marinette remarked.

Alya only hummed as a response, and reached for the last of the popcorn. "I like stole a crap ton of food from the kitchen though. Hope you don't mind."

"Are you kidding me? I haven't seen them sit still in ever!"

Alya felt arms wrap around her from behind, and she smiled. "I told you. If your load gets too heavy, I'll carry it with you. Even if it's by doing something as simple as babysitting these cute kwamis."

"Thank you Alya, thank you! I don't know what'd I'd do without you."

"I love you too Marinette."

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yoooo i finished white collar last night after u were talking abt it and binging like the whole damn thing in a few weeks so tysm for the rec!! 🙏 very much garbage (affectionate) which is exactly what i needed 😅 what are ur thoughts on the ending tho? i didn’t get it— like i like that it was a bit of a “...“ ending but /spoilers neal ditching nyc and his friends, esp after the outcome of the cape verde arc, seemed like it didn’t end his character arc well? and ig i get faking ur death to avoid the pink panthers’ wrath, but why keep it from peter or mozzie? and only for a yr?? for the Drama?? 😅

caterpillar anon look away spoilers ahead lmao

I actually love the ending! I think it made a lot of sense with Neal's character because the entire Panthers storyline kept hammering in the fact that they wouldn’t just go after the mole, they’d go after everyone the mole cared about. I think that it’s been made really clear through the entire show starting with the Kate arc that Neall would go through hell and back for the people he cares about. Like he was willing to put himself back in jail for another four years just for the slight possibility of seeing Kate again, and that was all the way back in season one.

Through the entire show, you get to see Neal letting the people around him in and dropping his walls around them more and more. From the start of the show, it’s obvious how much faith Neal has in Mozzie, and by the sixth season, it’s clear they consider each other family. The Burkes, too, Neal has solidly and completely added to his life. He would do anything to keep them safe. All the way back in season three he was willing to give up the treasure and get himself sent back to prison to keep Elizabeth safe, and they’re even closer by the time Neal and Peter bring down the Panthers.

Neal doesn’t have anything to gain by faking his own death. It’s not like he’s sitting on a treasure like he used to be, and it’s not like he really benefits from escaping, because he had an ironclad release contract that he knows would have been honored. But he has a lot to lose if the Panthers realize it was him and not Keller who ultimately sold them out. Sure, there’s a good chance that might not happen, but if it does, and they send somebody after Mozzie or Peter or Elizabeth or the baby, he would never be able to forgive himself. To him, it’s a lose-lose situation. Stay in New York a free man and either lose the people he cares about or never be able to stop looking over his shoulder in case they’re after him or leave everyone behind knowing that they’re safe. And fundamentally, Neal isn’t a selfish person. He’d rather everyone be safe without him, even if it hurts to leave him behind, than stay and be happy with an ever-looming danger over all their heads.

Back in season one, Neal might have chosen to stay and scheme around whatever the Panthers might plan, because back in season one Neal didn’t care about them as much as he’s grown to, and back in season one Neal still felt invincible. But he isn’t, and by season six, he loves Mozzie and the Burkes and even to some extent the entire white-collar division and has seen how dangerous his enemies can be and he can look at them and look at himself and know that if a group as powerful as the Panthers is gunning for the people he loves, he won’t be able to outsmart them. It took the full force of the FBI, Neal, and Mozzie to bring them down in the first place, and that was when they were playing subtle. The Panthers have nothing to lose now that they’ve been caught, so why should they keep playing subtle? They won’t, and Neal knows that his strengths are in the con, not in evading a bloodthirsty and very angry gang of very smart, very influential men.

Neal’s entire character arc has been realizing that sometimes, there are situations you can’t just charm your way out of. He’s dug himself into so many holes that he wouldn't have ever gotten out of if it weren’t for Peter and Mozzie, and now it’s his turn to get them out of the hole he’s accidentally dug for them. If the Panthers figure out who Neal is and what he’s done, he’s almost definitely sentenced all his loved ones to death. On the other hand, if they think he got himself killed as a direct result of what he pulled, why do they care? They figure out Neal is the mole, hear that Neal got himself killed while trying to make a getaway with the money he stole from them, they don’t look further into it because karma did their job for them, and they never go after Peter or find Mozzie or get anywhere near Elizabeth and the baby, and so they’re all safe.

As for why he kept it a secret for a year, I think it was out of necessity. Mozzie has proved that he’ll follow Neal no matter what. They’ve fully earned each others’ loyalty, and they’re a package deal. So if Mozzie knew right away, he would have been in Paris in an instant, and anybody who knew them would have been able to guess why. Peter would have tried to talk Neal out of it, tried to convince him that there was no danger and everything would be fine, and I genuinely think that if Peter had tried it would have worked, and Neal knew that too. He didn’t want to leave New York, but he felt like he had to, and part of that was keeping Peter in the dark so Peter couldn’t even try to convince him otherwise. I mean, in season two he admits that he almost stayed when Peter asked before the plane blew up, and that was long before they were at the point in their relationship they’re at by the end of season six.

Neal left Mozzie the clues because he did want to see Mozzie again, he just needed it to be far enough in the future that people wouldn’t connect the dots between his “death” and Mozzie’s sudden move to Europe. I also believe that Neal didn’t leave the bottle or tell Mozzie to leave the bottle for Peter, I think Mozzie realized that Peter wouldn’t turn on Neal now and would let him have his new life in Paris, but also wanted Peter to know that Neal wasn’t dead, because it’s clearly still affecting him and El (flashback to Neal playing with the ball anyone? like if u cry every time). Peter finding the storage container and seeing Neal’s plan all neatly laid out for anybody who found it to see is a clear departure from a Neal who would have wanted it to genuinely stay a secret. Looking at the wall of pictures and the clear plans, it’s obvious that he wanted whoever found it to know exactly what he’d done, and he trusted that when Mozzie (and eventually Peter) did find it, he’d keep it a secret and also figure out why Neal had done it.

Which, again, wasn’t selfishness, it was the exact opposite. Neal’s last big con wasn’t for money, or reputation, or to solve a crime, it was to protect the people he cares about.

#white collar #neal caffrey #i LOVE the finale it makes me cry so hard #and i just. i love it #i get why somebody wouldn't but god. i love it #white collar spoilers #neal caffrey's character arc is just. *chef's kiss* #i love him so so much #also ur right this is a garbage show and i love it SO much #eva-chi

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Rumors

Andd this chapter is done :). I hope you guys enjoy it <3 <3. I had a fun time writing it bc I loveee writing love confessions haha. Be warned this DOES contain slight spoilers for Gang of Secrets so watch that ep first plzzz :). Lemme know what you think!

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“So,” Ladybug started after she swooped in through Adrien’s window one night. She blinked over at him rather innocently as a small blush lit up her cheeks. “I heard a rumor the other night.”

“What kind of a rumor?” He frowned at her, looking rather confused.

“A-a silly one, I think.” She brushed a stray strand of hair away irritatedly, glancing away from him.

Adrien chuckled softly, leaning close to her as he gave her a small smile. “So silly that you snuck into my room in the middle of the night to ask me?”

Ladybug’s blush turned a shade darker and she shoved his shoulder lightly. Quietly, she muttered, “I do this most nights, Adrien. And I thought you were alright with me coming over.”

“I am! I am!” Adrien rushed to reassure her. “I just can’t remember the last time you came over because of a rumor. Especially a silly one, like you said.”

Ladybug took a deep breath, shaking her head before sitting down on his couch. “You’re right. It was stupid. J-just forget I said anything, please.”

Adrien shot her a soft look before following her. He sat down next to her, placing a hand over hers before he murmured, “Nothing is stupid if you say it, Ladybug. Just tell me what it was. It’s obviously bothering you. Besides, maybe I can help to clear it up or not.”

She tugged on one of her pigtails anxiously. Nibbling on her bottom lip, Ladybug glanced away from his sparkling green eyes that begged her to reveal her secrets. Fiddling with her hands, she eventually sighed before speaking, “O-one of my friends said something to me today... S-she, um, might have heard that you liked me.”

She took a cautious peek over at him, feeling butterflies roar to life in her chest as she recalled that conversation with Alya. Her best friend had been elated to tell her that Adrien liked her. Or, well, Ladybug... She had casually pushed her to confess or at least tell him that she knew. Which, for some reason, she was actually doing. 

Carefully, Ladybug shot a quick peek over at him, wondering if she could gauge his reaction from his face. If anything, it just made her more confused. He didn’t seem shocked by the revelation that she knew. Instead of the shy grin or displeased frown she was expecting, she instead got a confused smile.

“Of course I like you, Ladybug,” Adrien laughed, gesturing around the room. “You come over practically every night. It’d be weird if I didn’t like you. We’re basically best friends.”

Oh, she blinked. He didn’t understand. Great, now she needed to rebuild her confidence to ask him again, as though she wasn’t already freaking out.

Steeling herself, Ladybug sucked in another deep breath. “I-I meant that she implied that you liked me.”

This time, she kept her gaze firmly focused on him, watching as Adrien’s eyes widened in shock. Her heart stumbled in her chest as she tried to analyze every microexpression. Did that mean she was right? Or had Alya been completely wrong?

Adrien coughed, glancing away from her as his cheeks lit up a bright red. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously as he asked, “W-where did you hear that from?”

Shifting slightly in her seat, Ladybug murmured quietly, “My best friend.”

This had been a mistake. Obviously, Alya had heard wrong or his crush had been in the past. Either way, this was one of the most embarrassing things she had ever done. Feeling her face burn a bright red, she jumped up, already tightening her grip on her yo-yo. “N-never mind! Y-you can lorget... I mean for get I said anything! L-like I said it was just a silly rumor. I don’t know why I even asked you about it.”

“Wait, wait, Ladybug!” Adrien hopped up too, reaching down to grab onto her hand before she could fling her yo-yo out and flee. Nervously, she glanced back at him and he flushed, tearing his gaze away as he cleared his throat. “W-what would you do if I said it was true?”

Her mouth fell open in shock as she gaped at him in disbelief. If it was true? Well, she’d probably yank him into a kiss and never let him leave her side again. Of course, she couldn’t exactly say that without completely scaring him off. Instead, Ladybug settled on a small smile. “Well, I’d probably tell you that I liked you back. For a while now, actually. H-hypothetically speaking, obviously.”

Adrien froze, tensing up in shock as he gazed up at her. For a second, she wondered if she had broken him before he quickly snapped out of it, shaking his head. “T-then your friend was correct. I do have a crush on you. A pretty big one too. It actually probably started before we began our little midnight meetings.”

Now it was her turn to freeze, her heart practically stopping in her chest as she heard his words. Adrien liked her. Was this real or had she passed out in class again? Squeezing her eyes shut tightly, she quickly opened them back up to see that Adrien was still grinning at her. Yep, definitely real. 

Relaxing completely, Ladybug gave him a shy grin, feeling butterflies flutter in her chest again. “I-I like you too, Adrien. And I definitely liked you before we began our little, secret meetings, too.”

His face split into a wide beam before he cupped her cheeks, pulling her into a sweet kiss. Her eyes widened for a split moment before she relaxed into his embrace, wrapping her arms around him as she sunk into their kiss. Running her hands through his hair, she let herself rejoice about the fact that she was finally kissing Adrien. Tingles ran up her spine as he tilted his head, deepening their kiss.

After a few moments, he pulled back, murmuring, “Was that alright?”

“D-definitely,” Ladybug giggled back. “I’ve wanted to do that for a while.”  

“Me too,” Adrien laughed, caressing her cheek.

She leaned into his hand, closing her eyes as she enjoyed his warmth. Eventually, her eyes fluttered back open and she smiled at him. “So, now that we know we both like each other... A-Adrien, would you like to be my boyfriend?”

“Yes! Definitely,” he practically shouted, his eyes sparkling with joy.

Giggling with glee, Ladybug pulled him back into another kiss, nibbling on her boyfriend’s bottom lip. She definitely needed to thank Alya after this was over. Her best friend deserved the entire world after this.

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