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romana-after-dark · 7 months

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The Wrong Way (Dark Ending): Going Under Part 5 (Finale)

Raider!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Raider!Tommy Miller x Fem!Reader

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Summery: After you give birth to Ellie in the cabin, Joel fins you and Tommy, besting Tommy in a fight. What happens to you? What happens to Ellie, Tommy, Lorenzo and the rest of the family Little One has acquired? How does Little One learn to cope with her new reality? Does she fall into the darkness that surrounds Joel and all he touches? Can Joel really change for you and your daughter?

WARNINGS FOR FULL FIC, NOT CHAPTER BY CHAPTER UNLESS SOMETHING NEW IS ADDED AFTER MASTER WARNING LIST: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!!!! Fic contains graphic depictions of sexual assault, rape, molestation, dubcon/non con. MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH WARNING, graphic violence, murder, manipulation, the horrors, Joel being Joel, Tommy being kinda pathetic, Joel's weird sexual fantasies, breeding kink, abuse of power. Just.... all the bad.

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Joel watched the man struggle the chair he was tied to from where he stood in the basement of the stairwell waiting for you. The basement was dark, but a single light shined on the man. Alex was his name, a long term member of his group since years before you had come into his life.

Earlier today, his wife had come to Tommy with a beaten and bloodied face claiming Alex had beaten her. Tommy spoke to neighbors, one of which had relayed she had heard shouting and Mrs. Cane crying from the house that night. This was enough for Tommy; no woman was beating her own face to falsely accuse her own husband. So, Tommy took him to the basement of his little jailhouse, leaving him in the chair for Joel. Tommy was the sheriff, but Joel dealt out justice.

Not without your approval, of course.

When he heard the door to the basement open, Joel quickly walked up the 4 short steps to help you down. 9 months pregnant, you were ready to pop any day now with your third child. The day in the alley, the day Joel burned your father alive in front of you and you had allowed him to release inside you, you had conceived your son. He was 5 now, little Ellie dragging him and Able on adventure after adventure (mostly trouble). She was a leader, for sure. The name given to the little boy was what Ellie would have been if she was a boy, Caleb Thomas.

Since then, June had given birth to her and Tommy’s second child, Carly Jade, who was 2 months now; you and her had enjoyed a pregnancy together, taken care of by the two brothers.

Joel aided you down the stairs, not willing to risk harm from even such a short fall. His protective nature never dwindled, even as you came into your own as the town leader. Things were going well, your little town taking on more and more production from farming and recently had been able to work on making textiles. Joel didn’t understand why you had insisted on spending so much time developing the sheep farm, until you had begun trading wool with other towns. In Wyoming, this was valuable.

After the town’s people had been taken care of, you had begun facilitating trade outside of town. People were hesitant, of course, giving Joel’s reputation but once they met you, things went better. You were demoure, peaceful, empathetic, and your whole life you had to learn to be what people wanted from you. It was the result of unfathomable trauma, but it came in handy. Make no mistake, you were not going to be taken advantage of, not with Joel or one of his men standing by you at all times. Now that the sheep were going well, the next project was to increase the cattle. Calving this season had gone well and several cows would be ready for slaughter this summer and you wanted to put the cow hyde to use to make leather.

Only problem there was no one knew how to turn cow hide into leather. It was frustrating to say the least. Last year you’d been forced to slaughter a cow that had broken its ankle. It was younger, not quite adult yet and you would have liked to have seen it fed more, but there was nothing to be done at that point and you’d have to make use of what you could. One of the men had attempted to make leather, but it hadn’t gone well at all, the leather not strong enough to make jacket’s and shoes and boots like you had wanted. It was turned into a saddle and a few belts and that was that. Zach would have known, but you never learned that much. Tommy told you what you needed. You needed Jackson. Jackson had been blessed with a leather-maker and a cobbler; someone who could turn that leather into reliable boots. Problem was, Jackson didn’t trade with you. You hoped this would change today. You were meeting Maria today; she had agreed to come out to Jackson with the promise of wool just for meeting, seeing as you couldn’t exactly travel an hour out in your condition.

But first, Alex Cane.

“Hi little one, you look beautiful.” Joel greeted you with a kiss.

“Thank you, Joel.” As you take the last step, you turn on the light.

Alex laughs dryly. “Jesus, of course it’s you two.”

You tsk, tsk, tsk. “I’d like to say I thought better of you, Alex, but… I didn’t. I was wondering when you’d slip, honestly.” Alex was one of the men who had been mean to you at the house, and definitely one who had been prepared to rape you if you hadn’t been saved by Tommy. You had wanted him dead for a while now, but refused to abuse your power. Men like this would always out themselves.

“I didn’t do shit.”

“Well your wife sure didn’t do that to her face herself.”

“She’s clumsy!”

“Sure.”

Alex turned to Joel “You’ve gone fucking soft, Joel! I’ve been with you for a decade, and now you want me dead just because your bitch-”

Joel stabbed him in the leg. “Don’t fucking talk about her like that!”

“Or what, you’ll kill me?” His laugh was dark and sardonic. “I know I’m already dead. It’s kind hypcrital of you, don’t you think? No rape, no beating women. What do you call what you did to her?” Alex nodded over to where you stood. This wasn’t the first accusation of hypocrisy Joel had gotten, and he did not care. He was Joel fucking Miller, and he did what he wanted. “At least Katie was an a grown ass woman, she was a fucking child when you brought her here, now she’s just as psychotic as you!” Another stab.

“Joooooel” You whine. “You keep at that he’s going to die before the fun begins.”

“I’m sorry, baby.” Joel draws you in, taking your mouth in his and wasting no time shoving his tongue down your throat. You can’t help but rub your pelvis against his leg.

“God I’d suck you off right here if I didn’t have to get to the meeting.”

Joel knew what this did to you. After he killed, he was always rewarded with stellar sex. It turned you on, knowing what’d do for you and your family. Alex continued groaning in pain in th background.

“Mmmmm” he groaned. “C’mon, we don’t need Maria.”

“We do, I can’t keep fixing that hole in your shoe forever.”

Joel grumbled but helped you up the stairs. “So that’s a yes on killing him?”

“That’s a yes, thank you for all you do, baby. I might be a little late tonight. After the meeting I have to make sure Mrs. Cane is settled. Might move her to a different house if she wants, one with fresh memories for her and the kids.”

“Sounds good, I’ll have diner ready. Tommy going with you to see Maria, right?”

He never did trust Maria. Their beef went back further than you, or even Tommy. “Yes, dear. Not in the room, but he’ll be there.”

Joel nodded, giving a deep kiss as he sent you on your way. “I’ll check on the kids after I get cleaned up, don’t worry ‘bout them.” June was in charge of the childcare center. Figuring out a schooling system was proving difficult, but you were working on it. It’s not like the kids really needed to learn about George Washington anymore, but you wanted an educated populace as the town grew. Reading was essential, so you were all starting there, plus numbers. It was better than nothing.

“Thank you, baby.”

Joel swatted your butt as you left, and you turn around to see a prominant erection in his pants. Joel always killed more brutally when he was turned on, so you always make sure to work him up nice and good. Joel lets you leave out the door, and you smile at Tommy waiting for you.

“Ready to see your ex-girlfriend, Tommy?” You tease him.

Tommy groans. “Not really, but if it’ll help Esperanza, I’ll do it.”

Tommy was a key member of keeping this town running. Women and children felt safe with him, his kind eyes easing them they way he always eased you. Tommy was better working with Joel instead of against; they made a good team, and between you and Tommy, you had managed to calm down Joel’s edge.

Joel hadn’t changed, he’d aged. It had been almost ten years since Joel had taken you; a night that seemed so far away now. In his early 50’s Joel was far from weak. He was brutal, strong, impossing, but his anger had calmed down over the years, especially after Ellie’s birth. There had been a few nights Joel had gotten carried away in bed, days where his anger surged but you refused to allow your life to go back to what it had been. Your knife was on you all day every day; a gift from Joel all those years ago when he swore to you he’d do better. When Joel acted up, you took out your knife and reminded him that you had stabbed him before, way back in the cabin after giving birth to Ellie, and you would stab him again. You reminded him of your children, and now that it wasn’t just your life on the line anymore. You’d fight for your children.

You didn’t want to kill Joel. You could, easily. He slept next you to every night with your knife on the bedside table and it would not be hard to slice his throat… but you didn’t want to. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t love him, first and foremost. You did, and you had for a long, long time. You enjoyed his company, he made you laugh, he cared for you when sick or pregnant or tied. You life as a housewife was over; your work was in town, although you certainly still helped run the household. Joel took on more of the childcare and you did more cooking, but that’s beause of your indiviual skills and enjoyments. Joel’s work with Ellie had taken her from a preme to a girl who was reaching physical milestones almost always ahead of time, so you let him take the lead on that. Cooking was your forte and you enjoyed it, so you did the evening cooking. Cleaning and housework was split, although Joel was doing more right now with the pregnancy.

There was also the fact Joel was the father of your children. Ellie and Caleb and now the impending birth of Loretta or Soren (hopfully this week) you wanted them to have a father. Tommy was not an option anymore, and you didn’t want him to be. He and June were very happy together with Able and Carly, and you were happy for them. You loved your niece and nephew very much, and they were under yours and Joel’s protection as much as your children were under theirs.

You knew if something happened to Joel, Tommy would be there for you, but Tommy would never be your husband. Even if Joel and June were out of the picture, you and him had a different bond now. Tommy was your brother, not a lover.

But also, Joel was essential to your town. He still did raiding, but that as slowly fading away in favor of running as a normal town. Of course, the brutal exicutions would never fly in Jackson, but that was the standard that had been set, and you were happy to see the improved enviorment in Esperanza.

Tommy escorted you into the room Maria was in. She was standing, although there were chairs at the table.

Maria greeted you, and then Tommy.

Tommy smiled shyly. “Maria, been a while.” Tommy had not seen Maria since the night he left with you. Being trapped back at the house for months prevented him from going, but he managed to send word out. Tommy was always good at persuading people.

Maria showed no bitterness. “Sure has, heard you had a few kids of your own now, congratulations.”

“Congratulations on yours too.”

Tommy excused himself and closed the door, although he was behind the two way mirror; Joel’s condition for allowing you to meet alone with Maria.

You spoke first. “Thank you so much for meeting me, Maria.” You attempted to sound as gracious as you could, your social skills having been carefully honed in. Over the years, many people under Joel’s rule hadopted to leave their homes in order to join Esperanza, the community you had built being better than the failing farms. The more people in town the better, and you prided yourself on present a good front in contrast to Joel’s horrors.

“Thank you for having me, but I’m afraid as I’ve said, I have no interest in making deals. It’s not personal, it’s policy. Wool won’t by me out.”

“It’s not to buy you out.” You implure. “It’s for you to hear me out, will you at least do me that?” You implore with her.

Her eyes narrowed. “Are you saying if I don’t agree, you won’t give me the wool?”

“No.” You were quick to assure. You didn’t not play game, you tried to foster goodwill. “The wool promised should already be loaded on your horse, I won’t take that away. I would like to have a good faith conversation, if possible, but the wool isn’t contingent on that.”

Maria stayed silent for a while, looking at you now and you knew she must be curious to the change that had happened. “Contingent…” she muttered. “Big word.” You are put a little on defense, retorting that you can and do read, but she only watched you before shaking her head. “Jackson doesn’t deal with raiders.”

A little frustrated, placing your hands down on the table and leaning in as you press on. “But I’m trying to move away from that!” Can’t she see your vision? How can you make her understand what you’re trying to do? You had caught her attention.

“What do you mean?”

With vigor, you take the oppritunity to plead your case, to let her in on what you and Tommy had been planning, what everything that had happened since the day Joel promised you a town had been leading to. “I want to end the raiding. It’s slowed significant, you have to have noticed that.”

She had. “You’re telling me that Joel Miller is going to hang up his gang? Not happening.

“Oh god no.” You laughed. “Never. But his focus has shifted. You don’t understand Maria, but he’s my muscle. I’m running the show. This is my town, everything happening here I built. Joel answers to me.”

At the very least, she was listening. That’s what you need, just a window… “And where does Jackson come in?”

“We still have needs. A lot of needs. Things have going well but one harsh winter and everything could fall apart. The more resources we have, the better chance we have of staying standing. I need this leather. I need to be able to use the hydes we have, we need to be able to utalize every single resource we have. We aren’t asking for materials, we’re asking to learn. My hope is within a few years, to pull the last of the focus away from raiding completely and use the man power to our to the ranch. No more raiding.”

Maria watched you. You felt on display but were determined not to crack ands she mauled over her thoughts. “You’ve grown up a lot, you know.”

“I know.” You did. At 28, you were far from the girl you were when Joel took you.

“It’s impressive, everything you’ve done here. It really is.”

“Thank you. It was all for Ellie.”

“You know… Whenever I hear your name, or get a message from you… I think of that first day…”

You shuffle in your seat a little… you didn’t like thinking about that. “Yeah.”

Maria shook her head. “I didn’t think you’d last a month. You were so young, so fragile…”

“I get it.”

“Then a year later you show up on my door and you look like you got trampled by a horse.”

“Maria”

“The absolute shit beat out of you and 8 months pregnant and I here you give birth and Joel finds you? I thought there was no way you make it, absolutely no way someone like you-”

“Someone like me?”

“Would make it through someone like Joel.”

“I’m not-”

She leaned in. “What the hell happened?”

You sigh. “Same thing women have done for centuries, Maria. Look, I’m not you. However you got where you are, that’s great, but that has never been my position in life. Joel is crazy, Maria. He still is. I have freedom now but I can’t leave. So I did what women of powerful men have always done. I use sex and charm to manipulate. I had a baby, I gave him his daughter back so I became this saint to him, I brought a miracle, and I still am.” You rub your swollen stomach. “Maybe I’m fragile, maybe I’m weak and I always have been, but I don’t think so. I survived the worst possible things someone can go through, horrible, horrible things that I know damn well you have not experienced, Maria. But I fucking lived. Not just surviving, I lived. I have a good life, I provided a good life for my kids, and I created a world here where women and children do not have to suffer like I have. That’s what I'm trying to do here, and I do not think that is fragile, that’s not weak, and that’s not little.”

Maria just sat there, watching you talk as you asserted yourself. You had a lot of pride for what you’d built here and you did not appreciate her looking at you like a child. “Send word when you’re ready to slaughter, I’ll send out a few men and they’ll teach you” She stood up, making her way to the door.

You are a little in shock, but scramble to follow after her. “Wait, what do you want in return?”

Tommy catches you as you head towards the stairs, helping you down as Maria get’s to her horse.

Maria climbed on the saddle now loaded with the promised materials. She turned to you. “Just feed the guys, give them lodging. If you wanna give them a thank you that's great but I won't require anything for the town.”

You blink up at her, bewildered. “Wait, really? Why…”

Maria smiled at you. “You’re doing good here. It’s impressive, and I want to see it flourish.” She nodded at Tommy and went on her way.

Tommy put an arm around you and kissed your head as you leaned into him. “Great job, honey. I’m proud.”

“Thank you.” You smiled. You were proud of yourself too.

Joel held you in his arms as he always did after a bath. Both of your hands were placed over your stomach as the thunder storm rolled outside. You’d done the unspoken promise, giving him the ride of his life after the kids were put to bed, and it seemed the baby inside you was very active. Joel loved feeling the little kicks, just as he did with Ellie, feeling her very first kick. You and Joel finally had a chance to talk about the day, and you told him that you’d be getting the help from the tradesmen. Joel expressed his pride to you fervently with his mouth, both in words and between your legs.

Joel kissed your neck. “Beautiful mami… can’t believe how much you do while growing another baby.”

“I couldn’t do it without you, Joel” and you couldn’t. Everything was built with the help of your family, you were just the leader.

An exceptionally loud crack of thunder made you jump, but Joel’s hands steadied you.

“I got you, little one.”

“You always do.”

You lay your head back on his warm chest, starting to drift off into sleep when the door opens. The door crack revealed Ellie, propositioning Caleb in front of her.

“Caleb’s scared of the thunderstorm.” Another bought of thunder revealed it was Ellie who jumped, not Caleb.

You began to move off Joel’s lap, and he aided you before coaxing the kids over. “Would you guys like to sleep with me and mommy tonight?”

Ellie still tried to put on a brave face. “Um. Maybe for a little bit.” Then quickly added. “Just to make sure Caleb is okay.”

“Sure, baby girl.”

The subsequent lightning saw both children scrambling to their parent’s arms. Ellie situated herself between Joel and you, cuddling up in your arms as Caleb took his place in his fathers arms.

You think back to all those years ago, those horrible, horrible months after Joel took you back, how you thought Ellie hated you. You were so certain she’d grow up and turn against you, but your daughter adored you. The two of you were very different, that much was obvious. Even in the throws of pregnancy and hard work you preferred to wear dresses. Joel still brought you home nice clothes and still dressed you, although you had to make sure they were practical. Ellie on the other hand was pretty much strictly pants and t-shirts. While Ellie had no interest in cooking, she liked to sit and watch you while the two of you talked. She spent a lot of time with Joel as well. Joel was determined to make sure she could defend herself and taught her how to shoot just as he did with Caleb, but Ellie had more interest. He saw leadership in her he wanted to cultivate.

Caleb was a lot like Tommy. He was a follower, and would fight for Ellie to the death. He was strong, but was more of a joiner than a leader. That was okay, not everyone could lead, but Caleb was a moral center. He was gentle by nature, and despite being younger than Able he was protective of Able as well. Able often found himself in trouble. Not that he was a bad kid, just adventurous and without Ellie’s forethought. He was a good kid, through and through, and often tried to take the fall for Ellie and Able despite everyone knowing nothing was his idea. He was no coward. You had worried Joel wouldn’t care for son, that he wouldn’t bond, and you were nearly certain if Ellie hadn’t come first, he wouldn’t have felt much of a connection, but because Ellie had fulfilled the role of his lost daughter, there was room now for a son. Joel loved him dearly, even if Caleb didn’t have the same interests Ellie did. Caleb was close with Tommy, and June too, and Tommy often spent time with Caleb when Joel took Ellie and Able to the things they enjoyed. Caleb liked to watch Tommy work, and was June’ biggest helper in school.

As the kids and Joel fell asleep, you stayed up just a little bit longer just to watch them. Years ago, you never thought this life was possible for you. Not even just with Joel, but with long before. Your dads abuse left you feeling like you had little value, like there was little hope for a life outside the abuse.

But you had found it. You found a family and a community even if it wasn’t exactly Cinderella. Your husband was insane and had done horrible things to you that you could never fully forgive, but really, what did that matter now. He had his outlets now and had provided a life to you that you could not help but be thankful for. You loved him. You couldn’t help it. Not when he was so gentle, so strong, so handsome, so protective…

You had a strong, powerful daughter that took no shit and was running the world around her. You had a son who was displaying the best and most positive traits of the men in your life. You had a third child on the way that was so far healthy and a niece and nephew you loved so fucking much. You had Tommy, a brother-in-law you could now depend on in a way you hadn’t before. Tommy had been idolized by you, a prince charming that never really delivered. Now, however, Tommy had come into his own. He was no longer under Joel, he prospered as his own husband with his own wife and children. You had June, your lifelong best friend, who was right beside you and was thriving as a teacher and mother.

The only thing missing were your brothers. You missed them, you missed them so fucking much it hurt sometimes and you spent a lot of time at their grave. You hoped every day you made them proud. Zach and Lorenzo’s last words to you had been to take care of Ellie, and god you had tried. You told Maria you had built this town for Ellie, and you had… but always in the back of your mind you had built it for Zach and Lorenzo. It was to honor them. Many times you found yourself at their grave that Joel had moved to Esperanza, you just cried and told them you were sorry. You’d done so much for your family and for your town, but none of it would bring them back.

But there was no time to dwell. Joel and Tommy could not sit and mourn Sarah. Tommy could not sit and mourn Jack and Lorenzo. June could not sit and mourn Zach. You all had a life now, a world, a town, children. Life finds a way.

So you press on. You cry and then press on. But you never forget any of them. Still, despite all the loss you look at the world in your bed right now, your growing family and your family next door.

Despite the horrors, despite the loss, you had a good life.

Finally, you were happy.

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This really didn't end up as dark an ending as i meant it to be, but i guess it's just the fact joel one. In the canon ending everyone loses, honestly, bt joel reaped the fruits of his bullshit. He lost his wife, child, and brother

plus, zach and lorenzo are ded ;-;

but, honestly, what an improvement for little one and those kids? she's really come into her own and im so proud <3

thank you sooooo much for the support!!! I will be taking quite a break from writing anything in universe, but as always I welcome thoughts in any of the time lines!!!

What am i working on now? My lastest dark joel series is a handmaids tale au, blessed be the fruit.

want dark! reader x dark! joel? try guard dog (more coming soon!)

and a dark!triple frontier fic that may ormay not be gettng a part 2!

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nativeofsumeru · 2 years

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Genshin Impact Fanfiction Ideas

A/N: These are just some fan fiction ideas that I had in my head (some are more fleshed out than others), I don't think I'll write them out tho so I put them all here because I like said ideas

There are gender neutral reader and male/female reader stories

(This list is in a random order)

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Pantalone:

-Being his sugar baby or partner, either living with him and him spoiling you or him basically buying you your own house(he would still spoil you)

-maybe the Fatui take a keen interest into his personal affairs and he has to act as if you're really nothing special, you overhear this conversation and this miscommunication leads to fights, you end up storming off and being put in harm's way

Dottore:

-this little shit

-reader running away with a baby they had with Dottore scared of whatever the doctor might do if he got his hands on said baby

-"I don't trust what you would do them." "You trust me with your own body yet you won't trust me with my own creation?"

-running through some snowy woods late at night in Snezhnaya as he calmly with a smirk on his face hunts you down, it's a little game of Hide & Seek, at the end of the day though he's probably the victor

Itto:

-fem!reader is the daughter of an Inazuman noble family, reader has made and caught feelings for an oni friend/acquaintance she knew from childhood and they start a secret romance as her family would never approve

-one day her family comes to here and excitedly proclaims that she is betrothed to Kamisato Ayato and are so happy about the honor and status it's brought her family

-reader is obviously devastated and entrusts with Itto what happened, reader is married to Ayato and although he was kind and didn't force her to do anything she didn't want to, he didn't seem all too invested in this marriage either

-itto and reader continue meeting up in secret and reader low-key feels guilty that she's technically cheating on her husband and even if she didn't want this in the beginning no one deserves to be betrayed like that

-reader makes a decision to tell Ayato about her relationship with Itto, only to find him and Thoma being romantic with each other (this is awkward)

-eventually everything is talked through and there are apologies and laughs about the whole ordeal(no hard feelings and everyone understands the feeling of being scared to be open about their relationships due to public opinion, head commissioner with a lowly housekeeper?! the disgrace!)

-Ayato explains the reason behind such a rushed marriage was because with (insert national/international conflict here that he has to partake in) and Ayaka not being interested in marriage at all(which is perfectly fine in his eyes) it's up to him to make sure there's an heir for the Kamisato clan as his life is most definitely going to be in danger

-idk where it would go from here, but no one in this story is malicious and I'm sure Ayato, reader, Thoma, Ayaka, and Itto team up to make a plan to quell the threat and solve everybody's issues

Childe:

-Childe finds himself getting romantically attached to a prostitute he frequently spends time with, however the last thing he wants is another personal relationship put in harm's way

Itto again:

-reader and Itto being discriminated against cause he's an oni, he feels awful for being the cause of reader having to go through this

-reader explains how they don't mind and they knew what they were getting into, how others bigoted minds aren't his fault etc.

-a big fluff fic

Yae Miko:

-Modern AU

reader has an on and off relationship with Miko and is very flirtatious, they like to see Miko's reactions when she gets jealous

-one day either Miko has enough or reader goes too far in their "make her jealous" attempts and shit hits the fan

Kazuha:

-the friend trio was Tomo, Kazuha, and reader

-reader and Tomo were very close, practically lovers at the time of his death

-Kazuha has to relay the terrible news to them and they breakdown, Kazuha hides out in Inazuma for a bit trying to stay on the down-low, it's during this time that reader and Kazuha start getting closer

-Kazuha starts to get feelings for the heartbroken reader and feels guilty because they were Tomo's partner

-Kazuha eventually has to leave the country and reader is left alone in Inazuma

-Kazuha returns during the Irodori Festival and sees a familiar face in the crowd of civilians hanging out with Yoimiya

Kuki Shinobu:

-inspired by the song "Jenny" by Studio Killers

-fem!reader is best friends with Kuki, reader has started going out with Itto

-Shinobu and reader later runaway together leaving behind the cares of the past knowing they would probably be figuratively crucified by those they were close to

Kaeya and Diluc:

-m!reader and Kaeya share a drink at the bar

-trio is Diluc, Kaeya, and reader

-I do lowkey love Love triangle tropes

-reader gets close to both men separately and slowly uncovers the story of their separation from each other being conflicted as to who's right or wrong while also catching feelings for both

Kaeya:

-m!reader

-Yuri on Ice but with reader and Kaeya basically

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slowips · 5 months

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i had a wip that i wrote like 6-7 chapters for? (out of 10). it was the most i've gotten for a long story fic. i want to revive that for genshin, and i was thinking who could be the character to pair with reader and... i keep thinking of... childe.........

would he cook.

#with irony.#thoma approved to do list #/#it's a showbiz au #i saw his promotional materials for the watch collab and i was like ... damn #he looks good #exactly what i need #but then i'm also starting to wonder if i should write it for k.aeya #but then i remember his idea of self is rather unstable #but i need someone who is certain of themselves #not saying c.hilde is but he is so certain of his unstable self #that it's rather ironic if you think about it??#anyways i can see the wip with c.hilde. at least the first few chapters #things will have to change unfortunately

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sneakyblinders · 1 year

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this line of work pt 3

A/N: Read pt 1 here and pt 2 here! there will be one final part after this one! please drop me an ask or comment on this one if you want to be added to the tag list! warnings: this one is dark but the light comes back by the end :) sexual themes, language, kidnapping, ptsd, violence, raging jealousy and possessiveness, alluding to smut but no smut, not canon. a part of my tommy & his darling wife!au 7.3k words. I take no credit for the gif!

Bee got ready under the watchful eye of her husband, who busied himself with reading the morning’s paper just outside of the bathroom while she bathed, pinned her hair back and dressed.

When she was satisfactorily dressed, she came out of their room, seeking his approval on her choice of outfit. He had just swallowed a dose of medicine, his head beginning to pound again.

His eyes softened as she exited the room in a deep olive colored dress that hugged her figure almost sinfully. She wore patent leather black heels and had a clutch to match it. She had no jewelry.

He walked over to her, abandoning his paper and pulled her head into his hands. She trembled beneath his touch, lip quivering. He eyed her carefully before gently pressing his lips to hers.

“Thomas,” she breathed, pushing him away from her slightly, breaking the kiss. “Thomas, I can’t just forget what you did.”

He swallowed the bile and anger rising in his throat. “I did what was best for you,” he said, grabbing her left wrist and reaching into his suit pocket. “Now,” he held her rings in his hand. “Put these back on,” he demanded, sliding her wedding band on her ring finger, her hands trembling. “I don’t want to fight in front of the children,” her engagement ring. “And I never want to see you without these again, eh?” he said, eyes piercing into her as he slid the emerald band on top. “Eh?” he said, tilting her chin roughly up to meet his eyes when she didn’t respond. She nodded. “Good,” he mumbled. “Let’s go. You handle the baby and I’ll keep an eye on Peter.”

The Shelby Institute was a beautiful building for orphaned children in the city of Birmingham. A noble cause with an evil undercurrent. The family stood outside the building for a picture, none of Tommy’s siblings meeting her eyes, not knowing what to say to her or how to say it.

“Bee,” Ada said gently, catching her elbow as they moved to walk inside. “Bee I am so sorry,” she began.

“Ada,” Bee said, jaw clenched. “Don’t. Don’t make excuses for him.”

“I’m not,” Ada continued. “I just wanted to tell you if you ever want to get away, you’re always welcome in London,” she said with a sympathetic smile as Karl tugged on her hand.

“Thank you,” Bee said. Tommy had stopped at the entrance, looking over his shoulder, Peter on his hip, waiting for her. “I’m coming!” she said cheerily to him, a facade.

He smiled at her, walking behind her as she entered the building.

After the dedication of the building and Tommy’s speech, they all moved to an all purpose room for refreshments, for the sponsors to mingle with the family.

Women flocked to Tommy, telling him of their gratitude for this noble cause, asking him what they could do to help.

“It’s so wonderful to see a man not afraid to be with his child in public!” one older woman gushed, eyeing Peter who was holding Tommy’s hand, his other hand fisted in Tommy’s pant leg.

“This is my Daddy!” Peter beamed up at them.

Tommy smiled down at his son, ruffling his dark hair. “Oh that’s just darling! Do you love your Daddy, Peter?” the woman asked.

“Yes! Daddy is my hero!” Peter gushed, a smile a mile wide on his face. A dagger drove through Tommy’s heart at his son's words.

“Oh, that’s so sweet! Mr. Shelby, your little girl looks just like you, and your wife is a doll!” the lady gushed again.

“My wife is an angel,” Tommy smiled, looking over his shoulder, where Bee was conversing with another family.

“Mr. Shelby! We had this made for you!” Another woman came over to him, holding a statue of his favorite horse they had made. “We’d like to get a picture made with you, if that’s alright!”

“Yes, yes. Peter,” Tommy knelt down to his son. “Go over with Mummy for now, please.”

Tommy heard Katherine begin to cry from the other end of the room. Her hungry cry. Bee nervously looked around the room, and a maid came over to her as Peter tugged on the hem of Bee’s dress. “Mrs. Shelby,” the maid said. “If you come with me, there is a private room where you can nurse if you need to.”

“Oh, that would be lovely, thank you!” Bee said, smiling at the woman. With Tommy preoccupied, she took the chance to get away from him. It was for the baby, he would understand, after all.

The woman led her down the hallway and down the steps. The last thing Bee remembered was a thick bag covering her face, someone wrestling the baby from her, and Peter’s screams as she was rendered unconscious.

Tommy had finished with the photos and was just about finished mingling when he looked around the room for his family. “Ada, where’s Bee?” he asked.

“Oh, I think she went to go nurse Katherine. She had Peter with her. A maid took her downstairs I think,” Ada told him, brow furrowed.

Tommy approached a maid. “Where is a private room where a woman would nurse a baby?” he asked.

The woman's response was a furrowed brow. “We don’t have any private rooms for anything like that, Mr. Shelby.”

The blood drained from his face. “John! Arthur!” he called to his brothers, who came to his side in an instant. “Lock down the building, no one is to leave!”

“What’s going on?” Arthur asked, eyes wide.

“I can’t find Bee and the children,” he said, racing for the doors.

They searched the building high and low and couldn't find a trace of them. “Tommy! Tom!” Arthur ran to him outside the front of the building, holding his brother in his arms. “Tom, they took Bee and the babies,” Arthur told him, holding his head in his hands, as Tommy has done for him many times before. “They’ve got her. We’re gonna shut down all the major roads, call Moss right away. You gotta get back to the office. And, brother!” Arthur struggled against Tommy’s strength as he tried to wrangle free of Arthur’s hands. “Brother, look at me,” Arthur said, snapping Tommy’s eyes to his. “What you did to Bee, that wasn’t right. This medicine, the alcohol, the cocaine and opium, it’s–it’s not mixing well. You’re not yourself. We need you sharp. We need you fast, Tom. We can’t do this without you. Bee needs you. The babies need you.”

Tears were streaming down Tommy’s face as Arthur held him up. “Bee needs you, Tom. None of what’s happened the last six months has changed that.”

“I’ve ruined everything,” he sobbed, memories of Tatiana flooding his mind. Memories of Bee and how he’d hurt her, potentially irreparably over the last few weeks.

“With a love like what you’ve got,” Arthur rasped. “Nothing is unable to be fixed, eh? Gotta find her first though, Tom.”

Tommy nodded as John pulled the car around to the front. “Come on! We’ve gotta go!”

“Go to the office and wait, Tom,” Arthur told him.

“Yeah, yeah I’ll wait,” Tommy nodded.

Tommy simmered and stewed, Polly driving him back to the office. He smoked the whole way, knee bouncing, worry and anger coursing through his body.

“You’ll get them back, Tommy,” Polly assured him, eyeing him out of the corner of her eye.

Tommy didn’t reply, choosing to light another cigarette instead.

As they entered the Watery Lane office, Tommy raced to the phone, dialing Sergeant Mosses number. “Get me Moss,” he barked into the phone.

“We’re sorry, Sir, but he’s gone.”

“Gone? Gone where?” He demanded of the individual on the other end of the phone.

“I—I can’t say, Sir—“

The voice on the other end of the line was silenced as Tommy slammed the receiver of the phone down on the desk before hurtling the entire phone across the room, against the wall.

“Thomas, are you sure she hasn’t run away?” Polly asked as he went to the other side of the room, pacing back and forth. “After what you did?”

“It’s them,” he mumbled. “It has to be them,” he repeats, his medicine wearing off, thoughts becoming clearer despite the pounding in his head, the ache in his heart.

“Tommy!” Ada called, walking in the door. “Tommy, there’s someone here for you, a priest!”

Tommy’s eyes widened, heart racing. Polly stood to follow him, but he waved her off. “Stay. Don’t do anything!” He demanded.

He walked out the door towards the car that was idling a few yards away from the front door. The car was black, and he could see that bastard of a priest inside. Rage coiled itself around his lungs, his belly, his mind.

“We have your wife,” the priest rasped as Tommy was patted down by the priest's men. “Get in the car.”

Tommy was soaking wet from the rain, droplets of water falling into his face from his hair. He tried desperately to regulate his breathing. “First,” he rasped. “Is she safe? Are my children safe?”

“Of course the children are safe. All children are dear to me,” the priest said with a smirk.

“And my wife?” He asked, nervously twisting his wedding band around his finger.

“Aah, the wife you betrayed for a night with a duchess,” the priest made a tsk sound. “She’s fine for now, but I cannot guarantee she won’t become a plaything for some of the men who work for me soon. She is a thing of beauty, Mr. Shelby.”

“You hold all the cards,” Tommy said, shoulders trembling. “Tell me what you need me to do, and I will do it.”

The priest gave Tommy his orders, all of which Tommy agreed to, mentally jotting down every word Father Hughes said. “I want my wife and children returned to me without a scratch,” Tommy told him, not wanting to meet the priest’s eyes.

“Well,” Father Hughes began. “I cannot deliver your wife to you without scratches as she has already been roughed up a bit. Fiery woman, your wife. She didn’t want to obey. But—you know all about that, don’t you, Mr. Shelby?”

Tommy fought the rage that was building in his throat, threatening to spill out of his mouth. “But, I have another thing I need from you, Mr. Shelby,” Father Hughes said, a smirk on his face. “We hear you have a tunnel you’re creating, under the Wilderness Hills,” Tommy’s blood ran cold. “I am told there is a faberge egg in the strong room, a Lily of the Valley Egg. One of my colleagues wants the egg for his wife, and wants to give it to her. All of the jewels you retrieve will come to us,” Tommy nodded his head. “We need them in twenty four hours.”

Tommy shook his head. “No, no I cannot get it to you that quickly, the tunnel has hit clay.”

“If you do not get us what we have required,” the priest sneered. “By five AM on the day of the robbery, your wife will be given to my men as a reward for a job well done, and your children shipped off somewhere where you will never find them,” Tommy’s breathing was ragged, the pounding in his head worsening every second. “Now get out of my fucking car.”

When Bee woke up, she was in an unfamiliar room, on a cold, stone floor. She could hear Peter sniffling. “Mummy,” he whispered, crawling on his hands and knees over to her. “Mummy,” he said softly, his little hand on her face.

“Peter,” she whispered. “Where’s your sister?”

“She’s—one of the girls has her,” he said, terror in his ice blue eyes.

“Where’s Daddy?” Bee asked her son as he curled into her chest. Her head pounded, vision blurry from being hit on the back of the head earlier.

“They’ve been talking about him,” Peter says, nuzzling her neck. “Mummy, I’m scared,” he says, tears falling onto her skin.

“I know, son, I know,” she tells him, closing her eyes. “I am too, but, you remember how,” she took a breath. “You remember how you said Daddy was your hero earlier?” She asked him and he nodded against her skin. “Daddy is going to save us, okay? He will. He’s coming back for us.”

“Even though you’ve been fighting?” He asked, looking up at her.

Her heart shattered. “Oh, my boy,” she clutches her son against her chest. “Daddy and Mummy have been having a terrible go of it, I’m so sorry,” she pressed kisses to the top of his little head. “But I love your Daddy more than life, and although he hasn’t been himself lately, he’ll come back for us. I know he will. He loves us, he loves you.”

“I hope he comes soon, Mummy,” Peter says, gently crying against his mother.

The next day, Tommy had gone to Johnny Doggs’ camp, stirring him out of his late afternoon nap. “Johnny!” Tommy called, slamming the door of his car.

“Tommy! Tommy, what're you doing?” Johnny Doggs asked, confused at Tommy’s arrival. Tommy began to unbutton his shirt, his braces already long removed and discarded behind him.

“Everything’s changed, they have my family. They have Bee,” he said, out of breath. “The tunnel has to be finished before midnight or they’re all gone,” he threw his shirt at Johnny before disappearing into the tunnel.

Horror filled his mind, coming at him from every angle as he became covered in mud and clay. His hands cracked and bled, the knees of his pants were cut from various rocks and shells that were buried deep in the earth. His back ached, shoulders screaming in agony as he held himself up with one elbow, the other arm desperately picking away at the clay with his pickaxe. The earth trembled around him and his men, men he respected and trusted with his life.

Several men had to be carried back out of the tunnel, their shellshock from France too great for them to carry on any further. It was just Tommy and William Letso. The earth groaned. “Thomas, it’s too wet! Everything is sludge!” William called out to Tommy.

“We have to go on! Make it safe! I’ll go!” Tommy yelled back.

William shook his head in disbelief. “Yes, Sargeant,” he said out of habit as Tommy continued trudging on through the clay.

Scenes of the last week had replayed in his mind constantly. How he had treated his beloved. How he had yelled, screamed at her. How he had abandoned his promise to keep her safe—to be faithful, loyal, kind and tender. The anger he felt towards himself propelled him forward faster, moving the earth out of his way.

He thought of how she unselfishly spent months by his side at the hospital. Holding his hand, allowing him to squeeze it to the point of bruising when his pain was too unbearable. How she helped him bathe for the first time after he’d been in the hospital. How she’d carefully wipe the sweat from his face when the shakes began. How she spoon fed him broth. How she had gently carded her delicate fingers through his hair, pressing soft kisses to his forehead to calm him down. How she’d shaved him every morning when he couldn’t see to do it himself. She’d read him the paper every morning from front to back, curled up next to him in the tiny hospital bed. She’d made up little stories to help put him to sleep at night, helping him dream of better places, better times when all of this would be behind them. She’d lulled him to sleep with her arms around him, his head on her chest, falling asleep to her heartbeat.

Tears poured down his cheeks, his entire body aching and exhausted, but his anger was his strongest weapon.

He reached the end of the tunnel in the Knick of time, setting up the lines for the dynamite against the brick walls of the strong room. He quickly crawled backwards through the tunnel to the opening before lighting them, ears ringing once they exploded through the brick.

He crawled back through the tunnel, through smoke and dust and dirty water running down the self made walls of the tunnel, dripping on him. His hands were cut and his chest was scratched all to hell, body covered in dirt, clay, blood, tears and snot.

He quickly entered the strong room, shoving every bit of jewels he could get his hands on into bags, his hands shaking. He fought his stomach heaving, overwhelmed from the work he had done, terrors grip on him strengthening, terrible memories from France resurfacing. He shoved each memory back down into his mind as he shoved the last of the jewels into the bags, climbing back into the tunnel and up the ladder to safety, collapsing on the ground in the fresh air, chest heaving as he rolled over and threw up bile.

Bee and Peter trembled in their jail cell, sitting on the floor away from the door, splitting a piece of bread Father Hughes had brought them a few moments ago. They were both cold, the stone of the floor and walls leaking cold from the earth around them. “Mrs. Shelby, your husband has always spoken of how beautiful you are, but,” the priest dragged a finger over her cheek. “He never told us how beautiful your children were.”

Bee fought back tears, willing Tommy to come and save them quickly. He had left the room as quickly as he had come, locking it behind him.

A few moments later, Bee heard footsteps, followed by an animalistic roar. Peter jumped, burying his face in his mothers side, whimpering in fear. Bee clutched him closer.

“Bee?” A familiar voice called out—Michael. “Let her speak, I need to know she’s okay!” Michael roared.

“Speak!” Father Hughes barked.

“I’m okay Michael!” Bee squeaked out.

There was a scuffle of bodies on the other side of the door. Bee couldn’t bring herself to imagine what was happening until she heard a strangled cry followed by an exhausted gasp from Michael.

She heard no more struggle after that. Keys jingled as the familiar clack of shoes—shoes like Tommy’s—came to the door, unlocking it. Michael was soaked in blood, his eyes full of rage and no remorse. “Come on, Tommy’ll want to talk to you,” he said, breathing heavily.

“Where’s Katherine?” Bee asked.

“Right here,” Bee heard Polly’s voice. Her hands were bloody, but the baby was safe in her arms. Bee picked up Peter and walked out of the cell, towards the door.

“We’ve got to get you home, if Thomas doesn’t hear from you in thirty minutes of us getting you, he’s going to literally lose his mind,” Polly said, shuffling Bee and Peter into the backseat.

“Where is he?” Bee asked, holding Peter in her lap.

“He’s been moving heaven and earth to get you back. Literally,” Polly said, exasperated as she held the baby in her lap, Katherine’s head against Polly’s chest. “Now, I know it’s going to take a lot of time to forgive him, if that is what you choose to do, but Bee,” Polly paused, biting the inside of her cheek. “He has been a wreck. Try to be gentle with him?”

Tears welled in Bee’s eyes. “That’s the thing, Pol,” she shook her head. “No matter how angry I am with him, no matter how terribly he has treated me, I cannot imagine being anything but gentle to him. Not after this ordeal. If that makes me weak, then I guess I am a weak fool for my husband.”

Polly smiled gently at her as the car lurched forward, towards the Shelby Manor.

Tommy pushed his Bentley to the brink, speeding as quickly as he could to get to the nearest pay phone on the road, sliding coins in the slot and dialing his home number. “Bee? Bee? Let me speak to Bee, Mary,” he panted, body shaking from fear, adrenaline, exhaustion.

“Yes, Mr. Shelby, she’s coming through the door now,” Mary said. He could hear the faint click of Bee’s shoes on the hardwood, Katherine’s cry and Peter’s wailing.

“Thomas?” Bee’s voice came over the phone.

“My love? My love, are you okay?” He asked, tears in his eyes.

“Yes, yes I’m alright, I’m home. Thomas, where are you? Are you alright?” She asked and his heart swelled in his chest. Of all the horror she had endured and the first thing out of her mouth was asking if he was alright.

“Yes, Darling, I’m—I’m on my way home. Where’s Peter?” He asked.

“He’s right here, he’s very scared. Peter,” Bee said, her lips away from the receiver. “It’s Daddy, do you want to talk to Daddy?” He heard Peter scream yes.

“Daddy!” Peter said into the phone, jarring Tommy’s eardrums from how loud he was speaking. “Daddy I’m scared. Mummy and I—we—we need you!” He cried into the phone.

“I know, my boy, I know. I am coming home now. I’ll be there and we’ll all be safe, eh? We’ll all be safe together. You, Mummy, your sister and I. Daddy will keep you safe, son,” Tommy said, tears streaming down his face.

“Okay, okay, Daddy,” Peter cried, sniffling.

“Can I talk to Mummy again?” Tommy asked.

“Thomas, hurry home, please,” Bee said, voice cracking on the other end of the line.

“I’ll be there as soon as I can, Sweetheart, I promise. I’m coming now. I love you, Bee!” He called into the receiver.

“I know,” was all she said before the line went dead.

Before he climbed back in his car, Tommy made one more phone call.

“Yes, Mr. Shelby?” The thick Russian accent drawled on the other end of the line.

“I have what you want,” he rasped. “But I’m going to see my family first.”

Bee decided while she waited for Tommy to come back, she would clean Peter up and get him down to the kitchen for dinner. He was hungry and tired. She bathed him quickly before getting him into his warm, soft pajamas and slippers. “Okay, Peter, let’s go down and get something to eat, I know you’re hungry.”

“No!” He said, stomping his little foot. “I want to wait for Daddy with you!” He said.

She sighed. “Okay, I’ll have Sara bring your dinner to the sitting room, okay?” She asked and he nodded in approval.

They were getting ready to walk down the stairs when they heard the front doors slam shut, followed by Tommy’s voice. “Bee? Peter? Where are you?” He yelled.

“Up here, Daddy!” Peter said, running towards the bannister.

Tommy ran up the steps, nearly tripping over his own two feet. He was covered in mud and dried blood, his eyes were red and what little clothes he had on were either wrinkled or torn.

“My son,” Tommy breathed, sinking to his knees and pulling Peter into his chest, sobs wracking his body.

“You’re dirty, Daddy,” Peter said, his fingers accidentally ending up in a clump of clay that had stuck to Tommy’s hair.

“Yes, son, I am. But I’m glad you’re safe. Where—where’s your mother?” Tommy asked. Peter pointed behind Tommy’s shoulder at his mother, who stood in the archway of the corridor that led to their room. “Peter,” Tommy said, chin trembling, eyes not leaving his wife. “Go see Sara, okay? Mummy and I will be down in a little bit, okay? I need to—get cleaned up.”

Peter nodded, dashing down the steps, leaving Tommy and Bee alone. “Thomas,” Bee said stoically, tears running down her face.

“My love, my darling,” Tommy nearly crawled on his hands and knees to her. “My beautiful angel,” he cried, his forehead pressed to her feet.

She winced as he soaked her feet with his tears, hands wrapped around her ankles. “Thomas,” she said softly, causing him to look up at her. “You’re a mess,” He let out a breath, a small laugh leaving his lips. “Stand up,” she demanded and he obeyed, willing to do anything she asked until the end of time if it meant she would forgive him. “Come on, I’ll draw a bath.”

They sat in an uncomfortable silence while the bath ran. Bee ran his hands under warm water, trying her best to remove the dirt and grime from his hands, his arms. She ran a soft cloth under water and softened the caked on dirt and clay on his face. He eyed her lovingly, not understanding the depths of her love.

Once the bath was warm and filled enough, she led him to it. He sunk into the water, hissing as the hot water instantly soothed his aching body, warming him to his very core.

She asked him to dunk his whole body under the water, and he obeyed, murky water running into his eyes when he came back to the surface. She lathered shampoo in her hands before massaging at his scalp, cleaning his hair. Soft, gentle moans left his lips at his wife’s work.

“Why are you doing this?” He asked once she began to lather another soft cloth to clean his shoulders and back with.

“Because, Thomas,” she began, gently working at the taut muscles of his shoulder and the back of his neck, running the warm cloth over him until no dirt was left on his skin. “Despite all the awful things you’ve done to me,” she seethed, and a dagger was driven into his already shattered heart. “Our love is still strong,” she continued, running the cloth down his strong arms. “I’m not going to thank you for getting me out of that prison, because it was your fault I was in there in the first place,” she said and he nodded.

“I—I don’t expect you to thank me,” he said, voice shaking.

“I’m not going to let you anywhere near me without my clothes on until every ounce of my trust has been rebuilt,” she continued, and he nodded. “I’m not going to sleep in the same room with you, and for the foreseeable future,” she moved to washing his chest. “I do not wish to be alone with you past this encounter, right here, right now.”

A whimper left his lips. “What—whatever you want me to do, Darling, I’ll do it. I swear I will. I won’t complain.”

He felt her move closer to him. She was sitting on a stool behind the tub, his back to her. Her right hand moved to his throat and he let out a small gasp. “Do you remember what you said to me before you killed the doctor that kissed me?” She asked, her lips to his ear. He nodded. “About how you had to teach someone a lesson about what happens when they try to come in between us? In between this love we have?” She asked. He nodded again, her grip on his throat tightening. “There is still someone who needs to be dealt with, Thomas,” she sneered. His mind raced in a panic. “And I want to be the one to deal with her. Just as much as I belong to you,” she whispered. “You belong to me.”

He tried to swallow the lump in his throat but her grip on him was too strong. The water was making him sleepy, lethargic, muscles sore and aching still, he was too tired to fight against her wrath. “Tell me how you want to do it,” he croaked. “And I’ll let you do it.”

She laughed maniacally, releasing the grip on his throat as he gasped for air. “From now on, Thomas,” she said, getting up and walking in front of him. “You’ll let me do anything I ask.”

He nodded furiously, shifting in the bath to be close to her again, murky water sloshing over the sides. “Yes, yes, anything you want, Darling,” he reached a wet hand out to her, to which she backed away from, further making his heart shatter. “Your son wants to see you,” she said, coldly folding her arms across her chest and walking out of the bathroom, leaving him alone.

Later that afternoon, as the sun was setting, Tommy drove to meet Tatiana in their designated meeting place. He could hear his heart pumping in his ears, the finality of all this hitting him all at once. He had fought back tears the entire drive, thinking of how coldly Bee looked at him. How much he craved her to touch him, cradle him against her chest. The guilt was overwhelming.

He pulled on the countryside road and pulled the vehicle to a stop a few yards back from where the Duchess and her jeweler stood. Tommy got out of the car with the bags of jewels and walked silently over to them, slamming the bags down on the table where the jeweler sat.

“Mr. Shelby,” Tatiana said, a smile on her lips. “How’s your wife?”

He clenched his fists at his side. “Mad as hell but she’s safe,” he said, reaching for a cigarette, standing in the line of sight between Tatiana and the car.

“Has she forgiven you yet?” she asked. “I know you told her, I can tell by that guilty look on your face,” she smirked as the jeweler inspected each piece individually.

“No,” Tommy cleared his throat. “I suspect I will grovel at her feet for the next decade.”

Tatiana let out a snort. “If you ever need a sexual release, Mr. Shelby, look me up. I’ll be in Austria.”

“I wouldn’t lay another hand on you if my life depended on it,” he sneered.

“Confirmed,” the jeweler said, laying his magnifying glass down. “The original collection, Miss Petronova.”

Tatiana smiled, picking up the suitcase at her feet and handing it over to Tommy. He raked the jewels into the jeweler's lap before throwing the suitcase down on the table, and popping open the latches. All the cash was in the suitcase, as discussed.

“It was a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Shelby,” Tatiana smiled.

The jeweler asked for a pen for Tatiana to sign the bill of sale as Tommy turned his back to walk towards the car, nodding at Bee, who was crouched low in the front seat of the car. She emerged silently from the car, gun in her hand.

Tatiana’s eyes were set on the jeweler, her weapon in her hand as Tommy stepped out of the line of fire; Bee firing a bullet into the Duchess’ chest, just offset from her heart.

She hit her target, and Tatiana crumpled to the dirt in a heap, her own gun clattering to the dusty road. Tommy raced back towards Tatiana, kicking the weapon out of her reach as Bee walked over to them. Tatiana clutched her chest as Bee hovered over her, the weapon still in her hand.

“Mrs. Shelby–” Tatiana croaked, looking over at Tommy–his expression stone cold as he watched his wife.

Bee her foot on the Duchesses throat, just enough pressure to cut off the air supply to her lungs. “This is what happens when people come in between my husband and I,” Bee rasped before firing another bullet into her skull.

The jeweler trembled in fear as Tommy pointed Tatiana’s gun at him and fired directly into his brain. He fell to the dirt. Tommy removed his handkerchief from his pocket, wiping the handle of Tatiana’s gun off and putting it back in her hand.

Bee had begun to shake, the reality of her actions hitting her. “Thomas,” she trembled.

“Here,” he said softly, walking over to her, taking the gun from her hand and tucking it in the waistband of his pants. “We’re going to throw it in the cut, Darling, come on,” he said gently, putting an arm around her shoulders. “You did well, Darling,” he told her, holding her close as they approached the car.

He opened the passenger door for her, closing it gently behind her. He walked to the other side of the car, getting in on the drivers side. “Thomas,” she said, looking at him with tears in her eyes.

“Yes?” he asked softly.

“Did I do the right thing?” she asked, fear in her eyes.

He pulled her close to him, his arms wrapped around her small frame. She nuzzled her face against his neck. “Even if you didn’t, my Darling, I will protect you from everything, eh?”

“No more mistresses, Thomas?” she asked, her dark eyes looking up at him.

“Never,” he promises, lips ghosting over hers. “I swear to you.”

“Thomas,” she whispers before he tenderly captures her lips in a kiss. A kiss full of emotion, of desire, sorrow, regret, adoration. His hands are on her back, pressing her against him closer, closer, closer. His hands are in her hair and their kisses become more rough, hungry as she slides in his lap, straddling him.

“Love,” he breathes, breaking their kiss as she grinds down against him. “Love, what do you want?” he asks as she moves to unbutton and unzip his trousers.

“I need you, Thomas,” she breathed. “Need to know what we had is still there,” she says, kissing the side of his neck.

“It’s there,” he breathes, gently tugging at her hair so their eyes meet. “It’ll never go away, Darling.”

“Make love to me, Thomas,” she demands.

“I thought you didn’t want me anywhere near you with your clothes off,” he breathed.

“I’m not taking anything off,” she smirked, hiking her skirts up around her waist and moving her panties to the side.

“Woman,” he growled, sinking his teeth into her neck. “You’ll be the death of me,” he rasped.

He made love to her slowly in the car, driving the most obscene noises from her mouth. She clung to him as he brought them both to their release, each of them swallowing the others moans down.

They sat against each other in silence for a few moments, their foreheads pressed together. “Is it still there?” he asked nervously, licking his lips.

She nodded. “Yes. Right where I can feel it,” she said, moving his hand to her heart. “Right here,” they sat with their foreheads against one anothers, regulating their breathing. “Thomas,” she breathed. Tommy let out a ‘hmph’ of acknowledgement. “Tell me you love me. If you still love me.”

He let out a soft snort. Disbelief. “My angel,” he breathed, hands pulling her close. “I love you. I love you for all eternity. I love you with all I am.”

And when he said it aloud she knew. She knew it was still there.

That evening, the Shelby family was arrested, save Bee and Thomas, for their various crimes they had committed across the span of the last four-or-so years. Bee watched in horror as the family she had begun to love as her own was taken from the grounds of their home in the backs of trucks, handcuffed and bound.

Her anger from this act of atrocity her husband committed against his family was enough to make her not speak to him for a week and a half. She wouldn't look at him–wouldn’t acknowledge his presence in a room. Ada called Bee one day and begged her to just have dinner with Tommy. That he was dying inside. He’d do anything for her. Bee knew it and dammit if Ada’s words didn’t tug at her heart.

He brought a bouquet of flowers and a new pair of pearl earrings to dinner, and that was the beginning of it all again.

With the family away in prison, Tommy’s focus shifted largely from work to his family. Getting the family he was born into out of prison, and redeeming himself to the one he had created.

He began to take Bee on dates, taking her to the finest restaurants and pubs, nightclubs and dress makers. He had taken her out into their fields one chilly fall evening and pitched a tent, creating a fire. They slept under the stars that night–the first night she’d allowed him to fall asleep next to her in months.

One afternoon, she knew Tommy had a particularly draining day. He had called her halfway through the day to ask after her and the babies, and she could hear the stress in his voice. She had wandered down to the kitchens to make him a pie.

He came home earlier than she expected, interrogating the maids as to his wife’s whereabouts. “She’s in the kitchens, Mr. Shelby,” Frances told him, a twinkle in her eye.

Tommy dashed down the steps and nearly lost his breath when he saw her dusting icing sugar over the top of a beautiful pumpkin pie. Cookies were cooling on racks on the table and his senses were overwhelmed by what he saw, smelled, felt.

“It smells lovely,” he said softly, causing her to turn and face him.

“I made it just for you,” she said, a girlish grin on her face that made him wild.

“All of this,” he rasped, walking over to her. “Just for me, eh?” he asked as she giggled. She turned her back towards him as he walked her towards the counter, rucking his cold hands up her skirts. She yelped in surprise.

“Thomas!” she giggled as he pressed kisses to the back of her neck. “Your hands are like ice!”

“It’s a good thing my wife is a hearth then, hm?” he rasped, hands on her hip bones, crushing her backside against his crotch. She let out a little moan before she turned around to face him. She had a giggly smile on her face and he wondered what this was all about. “If I were a man with less self control, I’d take you right here, right now,” he smirked.

She laughed. “Oh, Tommy Shelby, a man who has self control where his wife is concerned. That’s a good one, lovey,” she giggled as he hugged her against him, his hands roughly grabbing at her backside.

“When can I indulge in these wonderful baked goods, hm?”

“After we talk. After dinner,” she said.

A confused look spread on his face. “Talk, hm?”

She nodded. “Yep. You and me, Mr. Shelby.”

After they had successfully gotten both of the babies to sleep, Bee led Tommy to what was once their shared room. She guided him to sit in the chair opposite hers in the sitting room off of the bedroom. His heart beat in his chest nervously. No one had the power to make him nervous like she did. Wicked woman that she was, she knew it and used it to her advantage.

“Thomas,” she said, sitting down, folding her hands in her lap. “I’m ready to hear you say it,” she said, looking him in the eyes.

Tommy swallowed the nerves that had just jumped into his throat. The whole time he had worked to gain her trust back, she had not once allowed him to utter the words he so desperately needed to say. The need to unburden his mind, his heart, with the knowledge of his infidelity weighed heavily on him the last few months. But she didn’t want to hear what he had to say before she was ready to hear it and accept his apology.

In one long stride he was standing in front of her. Not breaking their eye contact, he got on both of his knees in front of her, holding her hands in his.

“My love,” he began, mind whirring, trying to recall all the words he had so eloquently practiced in his office by himself. “I know I cannot take back the atrocity I committed against you, against our love, against this family we have created,” he began, his eyes searching for something, anything within hers. She remained stoic and cold. “And I have felt nothing but remorse and guilt ever since I made those decisions. But Darling,” he pressed a kiss to her knuckles. “You mean more to me than I could ever express in words, in action, in thought, even if I spent the rest of my miserable existence trying,” his eyes turned sorrowful. “My love, I will continue to do everything in my power to gain your trust. To redeem myself in your eyes. Bee,” tears stung at his eyes. “I am sorry for everything I have put you through,” her chin was trembling, tears in her eyes. “Will you forgive me?”

She threw her arms around his neck, tears falling from her eyes. “Yes, Thomas,” she gasped. “Yes, I forgive you.”

He pried her away from his neck and pressed his lips fully to hers, his hand at the nape of her neck, his other hand roaming across her back hungrily. She tumbled from her chair, knocking him on his back, his hands now free to explore her body more freely. Her hands cupped his face as his hands tore at her skirt, pulling it up her legs, hands grabbing at the tender flesh of her ass, her thighs. A knee on either side of his waist, she sat up on her knees to pull her blouse over her head.

He marveled at his wife, breathless atop him, cheeks flushed, lips swollen. He bucked his hips up against her, groaning at the sight of her. “I need you,” he growled as she smirked, making a show of removing her bra.

He pulled her legs around his waist, making her yelp in surprise, her arms wrapping around his neck. He stood up and carried the two of them to their bedroom, closing the door behind him with his foot.

Somewhere around midnight they found themselves laughing with one another, feeding each other bites of cookies and pie in bed. Tommy had his whiskey and Bee had her wine. Her legs were thrown over his, his fingers running up and down them, biting his lip. She giggled at him.

“Mr. Shelby,” she smiled. “Are you alright?”

He shook his head, a smirk on face as he turned on his stomach to crawl towards her. “Mrs. Shelby,” he drawled, hovering above her. “Do you know what these legs do to me?” he asked, hand reaching to hitch a leg over his hip, grinding against her.

She giggled again. “I can feel it,” she squirmed underneath him.

“The first thing I saw was your fucking legs,” he rasped, kissing her shoulder. “I knew it from that first second I was gone for,” she giggled again. “All I thought about that night after I walked you home was these fucking legs,” he kissed her collarbones. “How they’d feel wrapped around my waist,” she let out a little gasp. “How they’d feel with my face buried between them.”

“Thomas!” she gasped as he continued to kiss down her body.

“It’s your favorite, you know it,” he smirked.

And dammit if it weren’t.

“Before I begin,” he said, a smirk on his face, kissing her inner thigh. “Where’d you learn to shoot like that?” he asked.

She blushed. “Arthur and John taught me. When you were attacked when Peter was born. They asked which weapon I’d prefer. I told them, and they taught me.”

He smiled, pressing more kisses to her thighs. “Remind me to thank them when I free them from prison, eh?”

1957

Tommy and Bee let out a shudder, remembering those terrible months that almost pulled them apart. Almost did irreparable damage to their love–to their life together.

Tommy sighed, head hanging between his shoulders. “So,” he began, breaking their long silence. “Do we tell her?”

Bee sighed, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “I think we have to.”

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25 things that the killers (mainly Mr. Carter) are not allowed to do

Due to the “chainsaw Myers incident,” killers are not allowed to steal or borrow a another killers weapon or power for trials. Yes, it was awesome, but it puts an unfair advantage to the survivors.

The Legion are not allowed to steal Jeffrey’s bottles and make them into Molotov cocktails than claim it’s their new power rework.

Just because Mr. Carter is called The Doctor and have medical knowledge, doesn’t mean he’s a license doctor or thee doctor or the best doctor there ever was. He’s not allowed to claim so.

Mr. Carter is not allowed to ask the survivors if any would volunteer for any kind of his experiments outside their campsite.

Killers are not allowed to play dark souls boss music when there’s a brawl or argument between killers. No, not even music from Spongebob.

Just because Miss Mora was a close associated with crows, doesn’t mean she’s their handler and hold responsibility for anything they do.

Lisa is not allowed to “borrow” Mikaela’s “Book of Spells” to improve her power. May that monstrosity clone of yours be a lesson on using someone else’s magic without approval.

Mr. Carter is no longer allowed to assist Mr. Jeffrey with his “improvements” of his concoctions and formulas. Don’t ask.

Telling new arrivals that you can tame The Demogorgon with a tummy rub and rat meat is right out.

The Shape is not to be taunted with. Go ahead and see what happens on your accord.

The Nemesis's zombies are not toys, practice targets or crash dummies.

Mr. Carter and Mr. Jeffrey are not allowed to interact without the presence of a responsible overseer. Mr. Morrison does not count as a responsible overseer. Nor does Mr. MacMilian. Or Mr. Johnson. In fact, let's just keep the two of apart, period.

Mr. Hak's knives are not be construct into any kind of cosmetic. Yes Miss Lavoie, your earrings and spiked jacket are impressive, but both have been confiscated.

Mr. Johnson's camera is only for Mr. Johnson’s personal use only not the following: Shooting photo shoots, selfies, pictures of the wildlife and [Redacted]. Really?

Mr. Carter is no longer allowed to host game night, trivia night, movie night and any group activities of sort with his colleagues. Not even if you ask nicely. Or even with the survivors.

Mr. Carter is no longer allowed to argue with historical events with killers from the time period that the events took place. It was three days to clean up the aftermath from your argument with Tazan about the “Fall of the Samurai in Feudal era.”

No one is not allowed to declare war on any animal, thing or even The Entity (Me).

The Legion No one is not allowed to contribute to this list. That is not a challenge.

Mr. Carter is not allowed to go to fan conventions. Let alone use them as recruitment for volunteers for his experiments. Not even [Redacted] conventions.

"For The Entity" is not an acceptable justification for any decision. Unless I required you to do.

Yes, forum trolls are annoying. No, they don't automatically become Survivors.

Mr. Quinn is no longer allowed to offer the solution of “Use more guns" to any problem. Or "Get bigger guns."

Mr. Carter is not allowed to organize authorize or create in any form a “Dead by Daylight Derby”, staring the Demogorgon, Maurice the Horse, Talbot Grimes, Victor Deshayes, The Legion, The zombies, Kazan Yamaoka and Meg Thomas.” No…Just no.

Joey is not allowed to get on the PA system and announce to the survivors that he just won “The Game”. You know what, Joey is just never allowed on the PA system for any reason, ever.

The Legion is not allowed to arrange, schedule, advertise, promote or sell tickets to "cage matches" between The Executioner and anybody.

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M.U.S.E Event Case 009. Kokomi x Female Reader

◇ Report submitted by: Moderator Angel on ▇▇▇▇.

temporary paralysis, reader almost gets stabbed in the nose

CASE FILE. MUSE-009

CLASS. MERMAID

SEVERITY. 3/10

DESCRIPTION. The fishermen of Watatsumi island have been complaining of a mysterious sea creature slashing their nets whenever they go out to fish. Every time they reel the nets up, they always come up empty with nothing but a gaping hole, the faint shimmering of pearlescent pink scales, and no fish. Villagers have taken it upon themselves to call for a monster hunter to remove this unknown creature.

“Ugh, sushi? No thanks.” You waved your hand dismissively at your coworker and eyed the mission board instead. “You go on ahead. I think I’m gonna take another job for some extra cash.”

“You sure?” Your coworker Thoma only stared at you in disbelief. It had been ages since you last took a break for dinner, and he was half tempted to change his dinner plans to something you did like in order to get you to take a break for once in your life. He can’t help it! He’s worried about your workaholic attitude!

“We could…go to that other restaurant you like so much. Don’t their rice bowls sound tempti–”

“This one!”

Thoma watched as you tore a job listing off the board and smiled with newfound glee. “Heh, ironic you brought up sushi beforehand, Thoma, cuz this job is an aquatic creature.”

“Ah…a merperson?” Thoma broke into a cold sweat at your excitement. “You really want to go to the coast at this time of night?” He worried over you like a mother who couldn’t let go. “No silly, the island I’m going to is at least a day’s trip away, I need to prepare some equipment tonight before I go.”

“Oh phew. So you can go to dinner tonight?” Poor Thoma sounded like an excited puppy.

“What? Dinner?” You literally laughed out loud at his statement. “Oh Thoma, you jokester!”

Thoma was in fact, not joking.

“Y/N don’t give me that tone, you haven’t had a decent meal in over six months!” He held up six fingers to further accentuate his statement. “Everytime I come over to your place you’re always munching on those smiley face fries, or snacks you bought at the corner store. It’s not healthy!”

You stared at Thoma’s outburst and frowned.

“I like those smiley face fries.”

“No!”

Thoma grabbed your hand with the paper and balled it up in his fists. “Listen, if you let me treat you to dinner this once, I promise I’ll come over and help set up your equipment for this job.”

“Gaaaaaaasp. Really?” Wow, Thoma really is the ultimate best friend. “Deal! Also I’m ordering the most expensive thing there.”

“As long as you eat properly…” Thoma sighed. “Now let’s go get this job approved for you.”

The journey to Watatsumi island was a short yet very tedious one. It required you to rent a motorboat off the pier and sail yourself to the secluded fishing village of Watatsumi island on your own. The waves did not seem to want to work in your favor as your tiny little motorboat was tossed back and forth for the past few hours and caused you to become sick upon reaching Watatsumi’s docks. Your poor, iron-stomached bravado being torn to mere shreds as you got off your dingy little boat with legs wobblier than a newborn lamb. Locals of the village looking at you in pity with how green your face looked upon arrival.

“Thank goodness! You must be the monster hun–”

“Yeah yeah just give me a second…”

You screwed your eyes shut whilst you got your equipment off the boat. Willing the seasick headache to go away as you had a job to do and the quicker you did it, the quicker you could get off this island.

“Erm, do you need some help, miss?” One of the men at the dock asked timidly.

“Sigh. Half this stuff can explode and half this stuff can poison you. I’d rather not risk a dead man on my name after this.” You seemed so tired already after your time at sea and you didn’t even get to see what kind of monster you were dealing with. “Just let me handle this, I’m a professional.”

“O-Of course Miss monster hunter.”

Upon getting the last briefcase off your barely functional rowboat, you exhaled a sigh of relief and looked around at the shoddy fishing village before you. The whole place not looking too good as it looked like it went through fifty rounds of thunderstorms before you got there.

‘I thought they were only suffering from a major food crisis…’ you pondered, taking in how the dock itself had holes in it. ‘Not good. The whole place is practically falling apart.’

“I thought the Watatsumi fishing village was a prosperous one…?” you voiced out loud, eyes widening when one of the ceiling tiles of a nearby shop fell off. Holy cannoli, this place was held up by toothpicks!

“It used to be,” the timid man from before sighed. “But then we ran out of fish to sell on the mainland. Our main source of income now is whatever we can sell from our homes.” Your nose scrunched up at this reveal and you couldn’t help but feel guilty for lashing out at him earlier. “The situation has gotten this out of hand?” You watched as people began loading up wagons with household furniture to sell.

“Unfortunately.”

‘All this just because of one pesky sea monster…’ you scoffed and grabbed your stuff to head for the motel. ‘How annoying.’

“Timid boy,” you called for him to come and gestured to your bags beside you. “Take my stuff to the inn. I’ll be doing some investigating before taking any course of action.”

“B-But I’m not a bellhop!”

You threw a small sack of coins behind you and watched from your peripheral vision as he stumbled to catch it. “You are now. That should pay you plenty.”

“Ah–! Miss monster hunter!”

“Don’t worry! I’ll be back soon!” you waved your hand dismissively and made your way deeper into town. The poor man left to handle your equipment, even though you said not to earlier.

‘B-But she said they could explode and poison me…!’

“Over here is the cove where we do most of our fishing.”

After wandering around and speaking to a few fishermen, they led you to a wide cove on the edge of Watatsumi and showed you the damages caused to their nets by the unknown anomaly. “As you can see, these nets that were casted out not too far from here were violently slashed to threads after just being underwater for a minute. I mean, what could cause such destruction?!”

“May I see the nets for myself, Mr. Fisherman?”

“Do as you please, you’re the expert after all.”

He handed you one of the tattered nets and watched as you inspected it closely, catching bits of shimmering pink scales caught in the threads of the thick rope. ‘Hm…these scales…’ you plucked one off its knot and held it up closer to the sun. ‘Pearlescent, light in color, nearly translucent, rounder…’

You chuckled and handed the scale over to the fisherman. “You’re lucky this creature isn’t too serious. It’s not a siren or sea serpent of any sort, just a young merperson.”

“A merperson? You could tell?” The fisherman seemed in awe at your professionalism. “Of course, I can even tell that the merperson we’re talking about here is a young one. Judging by the scales, they’re much firmer and smoother compared to older merfolk who have brittle and rougher scales.”

“Wow, you’re incredible!” The fisherman boisterously laughed. “I woulda assumed it was some sort of rainbow fish judging from the glittery pink.”

You shrugged and gestured to the pile of discarded nets behind, trying not to let your ego get the better of you. “Can I check the other nets too? I need to ensure that it’s the work of either one merperson or a whole pod.”

“Pod?!”

You ignored his surprise and walked over to pick up one of the discarded nets, holding them up to examine the scales and sure enough, they were light pink and shimmery just like the one you plucked. ‘Only one merperson?’ you were amused at the idea of a single merperson doing so much damage to one town. ‘Now this is interesting.’

“S-So?” The fisherman looked anxious at your ongoing silence. “Is it bad?”

“What? Oh no, of course not!” you burst out laughing and tossed the ruined net aside. “I can determine that this is the work of only one merperson. For whatever reason, they moved into the cove and have started slashing your nets for food or whatever reason I’ll come up with later.”

The fisherman exhaled a sigh of relief and patted your shoulder in assurance. “Phew, so you can get rid of it?” he asked with a toothy grin.

“Tch, of course I can!” You flicked his hand off your shoulder and grinned an egoistic smile. “I’ve beheaded literal sea serpents before, this’ll all just be a walk in the park.”

“Hahaha! I knew our village chief would only hire the best of the best!” the fisherman –who was already getting a tad bit annoying to you– slapped your back with a big muscly arm and nearly sent you flying. “Oh whoops! Sorry, I forget my arms can send people flying sometimes. Whoopsies!”

You groaned and waved off his apology to keep searching around the cove for clues. Unknowingly attracting the attention of two curious blue eyes peeking at you from underneath the pier.

‘Scary pretty lady…’ its pupils following you in both admiration and fear.

After getting a quick walk –not really quick, it took two hours– around the cove and analyzing your area for a bit, you decided that now would be the best time to strike as the sun was high in the air, and the sky was as clear as the water. Wow, the people of Watatsumi really knew how to take care of their waters!

“Agh, I can’t wait to get out of here,” you tossed your equipment in yet another dinghy row boat and went over to untie the ropes latched onto the pier. “Then Thoma can treat me to some more expensive food and I can eat like the queen that I am.”

You began daydreaming about all the restaurants you would drag him to once this job was over, and thought about possibly taking up that vacation week you haven’t used yet to take some quality me time and unwind. Maybe Thoma was right, you did tend to overwork yourself even though you complained often about having to do so much work. You didn’t even understand it yourself yet somehow it always happens.

‘Ugh. I hate when Thoma is right.’ You chewed your bottom lip in frustration when the knot holding your boat in place wouldn’t come undone. ‘But I also wish he were here to help me get this STUPID KNOT UNTIED–’

SPLASH!

Your body froze when you heard a loud splash coming from the water and a wet ‘plop’ coming from the very edge of the dock. The dock you were currently stationed at was one that wasn’t frequently used by the village, so there was practically no one in sight as it was just you, your boat, and whatever just came out of the water just now.

“Wh-What the fu–” your eyes widened when they raised to see a young mermaid woman adoring pastel pink hair to match her equally pastel pink tail. Light blue tips that matched the color of the sky and a soft expression on her face that could mimic that of a doll.

‘IT’S THE MERMAID! THE MERPERSON THAT SLASHED THOSE NETS. THAT PINK TAIL MATCHES–’

You instinctively reached for your dagger on your thigh strap only to wince when something black and spiky launched into your left ankle. Your face drained of any color as your limbs felt weak and limp, paralyzed like something was shutting off all your nerves and forcing your body into hypersleep.

“Wha…What the–” you quickly collapsed at the sight of a black sea urchin stuck in the skin of your ankle, piercing through the cloth with ease and seeping its toxin deep within its veins. “Did you just throw a sea urchin at me?!”

Luckily you could still breathe, otherwise you wouldn’t be able to talk.

“Human women are so pretty…” the mermaid ignored your question before doing the scariest shit possible and slithering towards you with her arms helping her crawl. A scream trapped within your throat as you wanted to keep your pride and dignity intact as a high-ranking monster hunter.

‘I’ve dealt with eldritch horrors, haunted manors, possessive demons and cult-like behaviors. YET A CRAWLING MERMAID FREAKS ME OUT THE MOST–’

You tried willing your arms to pluck the sea urchin off your ankle and kill the woman before she reached you, yet the toxins flowing from the urchin in your leg refused to let your muscles cooperate. Honestly, it felt like you were one of those helpless horror movie protagonists! “Ah shit. I will NOT meet my demise to a low-leveled, pastel princess, glittery pink mermai–”

And then she was on top of you, grabbing your face with her webbed hands and laying all her tail weight onto the lower half of your already limp legs. “Human women also make a lot of noise. Strange.”

You could only stare at her eyes in shock, fear, and confusion as you were half expecting her to tear off your face with her teeth at this point. Which, upon closer inspection, seemed relatively dull despite being of an omnivorous species.

“Ah…of course we do. It’s only normal for humans to scream when in danger…” you were spouting nonsense at this point, wow; you really were scared half to death. Never in your life were you put in such a vulnerable position before, and by a mermaid no less! “Now can you please get off me? I don’t want to die from this…”

“Die? Danger?” The mermaid woman blinked slowly at your words. Almost like a tortoise as she seemed to take a while to comprehend what you were saying. “I don’t understand. I am not dangerous.”

You scoffed and looked down to the sea urchin still stuck in your ankle. “That urchin you threw to paralyze me says otherwise…”

The mermaid turned her head to stare at the creature lodged in your foot before turning back to stare at you some more. “It was a necessary sacrifice. How else am I supposed to get close to you?”

“Close to me?!”

She suddenly nuzzled into your neck, breathing in that dry scent that only humans seemed to carry. “Yes. I’ve been watching you traverse the cove all afternoon. You are one of the prettiest human women I’ve ever seen so I followed you.” She looked up at you again and reached up to pet your hair. “I wanted to touch your hair. It looked nice and soft.”

“Well, you’re doing it now…” you spoke with a shaky sigh as the mermaid fell into comfortable silence on top of you. ‘Hm, she doesn’t seem to be too dangerous, plus she’s capable of decent human speech. Best case scenario is that I can negotiate with her into a relocation. That way I don’t have to go through the effort of killing something again.’

“H-Hey…mermaid woman,” she hummed in acknowledgment but continued petting your hair. “Do you think you can remove the sea urchin in my leg? I want to talk to you.”

Her blue eyes moved down suspiciously, seemingly picking apart your words like a vulture to a carcass. “But you may hurt me. I’m not a threat, but scary lady can be.”

‘Oh so I’m the scary lady.’

“I promise I won’t hurt you,” you sighed, shutting your eyes in the process and lying flat on the ground with your neck bared, a common sign of submission in the monster world. “You can even check me for weapons and remove them if you wish.” ‘No big deal. Once she removes the urchin I’m free to move and defend myself even without a weapon.’

“Really?” the pastel mermaid looked at you with curiosity before unsheathing your dagger from its pocket and holding it up to the sky to examine. “So, I can take this?”

“...Sure.” You winced at how lightly she was handling it. Honestly, a mermaid with a dagger was even more dangerous and you regret ever showing her where you concealed it. “Hm, okay!” she smiled and threw the dagger over the pier while you screamed in agony.

Mental agony.

“Why did you throw it?!” you shouted, tears brimming at the sound of it plopping into the water.

“You said I could remove it.”

“Remove it, not throw it away!”

You were honestly crying at this point. Of all the monsters that could have destroyed your sanity or make you cry, it was a mermaid of all things.

“...Don’t cry.” The mermaid reached a webbed finger up to your lashes and wiped the brimming tears away. “Human women crying sounds awful.”

“Sniff, gee thanks…” your ego was practically nonexistent at this point as you found yourself being comforted by the same mermaid that scared the shit out of you. “That dagger was expensive, you know. It’ll be hard to get another one just like it.”

“...If it makes you feel any better,” the mermaid crawled back to remove the urchin in a quick, painless tug, all sense of relief and feeling flowing back to your veins as your body went back into overdrive. “I’m sorry…”

“Oh my gods…” you felt like you could see the stars once the toxins deployed in your veins had vanished. “I can feel again!”

“I’m sorry…” the mermaid got off you and raised her arms to cover her head. “Please don’t turn me into a fish filet!”

“What? Ew no!” you made a disgusted face at the accusation and recoiled out of cringe. “Why would I want to eat something that is anatomically half human?”

“Eh? But mermaid tails are a delicacy in the monster market,” the mermaid held onto her tail like it was the most precious thing in the world to her. “I heard that monster hunters capture mermaids to sell them to butchers. I don’t want my tail cut off!”

“...Gross.” You stuck your tongue out at the description. “Look, I promise you, I don’t even like seafood. Plus, the thought of mermaid seafood makes me want to gag.” Though you were already gagging.

“...Really?” she looked at you with pretty doe eyes and you had the strange yet tolerable urge to hug her. “I mean it. I just want to ask you a few questions, that’s all.”

“That’s…it?” she looked skeptical and was hesitant to relax her body around you.

“That’s it.” You confirmed, assuming a natural, relaxed stance and letting the creature know that you weren’t a threat. Well not anymore, at least. “Feel free to slither— er, crawl away if you feel uncomfortable.” Hah, that was a lie. Of course you were still going to chase her down, you were a monster hunter and this was your job.

“Oh, alright.” The mermaid leaned back on her tail and stared at you to continue. “I will answer your questions.”

“Good. Can I ask for your name first though? I’d like to put a name to your face as I’m already getting tired of referring to you as “the mermaid.””

“Kokomi.” She answered softly, fiddling with the tips of her hair as she began getting nervous all of a sudden. “Sangonomiya Kokomi.”

“Ko-ko-mi,” you tested out her name on your tongue and smiled when she flinched at your voice. “I like it. It’s cute and it suits you.”

“Ah…thank you…” Her cheeks turned a somber shade of pink as she fiddled with the webbing between her fingers. Eager to get this ‘interview’ over with as she wanted to ask you some questions in return.

“First of all Kokomi, I’m sure you’re aware by now that I am a monster hunter, yes?” Kokomi nodded and ushered for you to continue. “Well, I was hired by this village to get to the bottom of a strange creature who has been slashing the nets of fishermen and letting the fish escape. When I investigated the destroyed nets however, I found these.” You held up a handful of pearlescent pink fish scales from your pocket and smirked, noting how Kokomi froze in place once she saw them. “They are pretty much identical to the scales on your tail, yes? So tell me Kokomi, was the creature who kept slashing the fishing nets your doing–”

“I’m sorry! It is all a misunderstanding!”

Wow, that was quick.

“Hah! So you did do it?” you confirmed. Kokomi’s face all red from the interrogation as she was embarrassed from breaking so easily. “Yes, but I promise it wasn’t for any selfish reasons!”

“How so? Defend your argument!” You were about to go all Ace Attorney on her ass.

“I didn’t eat them! I swear! I just cut the nets so that they can be free! They deserve to be free!”

“What?!’

“Fish are friends! Not food!”

Kokomi’s face had puffed up in pride and anger as she continued to rant about how people shouldn’t eat fish. When she saw her poor fishy friends getting scooped up by giant nets nearby, she just couldn’t help herself! You couldn’t believe it, you pretty much found a vegan mermaid activist!

“You cut them so that the fish can be free…?” you worded slowly, letting her passionate speech sink into your mind. “That’s…it?”

“Yes! I don’t want any more sea creatures suffering!” she huffed, crossing her arms and looking like an angry pomeranian more than anything else. Wow, you can’t believe you let yourself get scared half to death by a monster who didn’t even eat meat. What a stab to your pride.

“But Kokomi, the people of this village need to eat and sell the fish they catch. It isn’t fair to them if you keep depleting their resources.” You gestured behind you to the fishing village not too far away and frowned. “That place isn’t going to last more than six months at this rate. The people will be forced to abandon it.”

“But…” Kokomi frowned and tucked her tail underneath her arms. “My friends…”

Shoot. Are her eyes watering?

“Sorry Kokomi, but it’s unfair to those who need to eat certain things to survive. I’m sure you understand, most merpeople are omnivores.”

The tiny ‘sniff’ coming from Kokomi’s nose made your heart pang with guilt. God, why does this one peculiar monster have to be the reason you cry? It was really making you annoyed. “I know…” Kokomi mumbled, “I just hate seeing them in pain. I can’t help myself!”

And that’s your ticket to a solution.

“What if you didn’t have to see them in pain?” You offered, a smile playing upon your lips as your plan was now set into motion. “Wouldn’t it be nice to live somewhere where you didn’t have to see the fish getting hunted?”

“I’ve thought about it but I don’t want to leave my friends to suffer without me!” Kokomi whined, “Besides, there’s a mean pod of dolphins on the exit of the cove so I can’t even leave! They’re all bullies.”

Ah. Yeah, dolphins are bitches.

“So you’ve tried leaving the cove before?” You questioned.

“Sometimes, but I’m always chased off by that angry pod. A mermaid on her own is no match for a feisty group of mammals like them.” She began picking at her scales and seemed to frown at the memory like a distant flashback. “I actually never lived in the cove in the first place. The dolphins chased me here and kept me here for a while if I recall.”

Hm, so this place isn’t even her home. Everything's just falling into place for you!

“How would you like to go home then?” you smiled, “I was sent here to get rid of the fishing problem and I think I know of a way to help both parties.”

“You can take me home?!” For a moment, Kokomi’s eyes lit up like glow sticks. “I…Wait– you can’t…”

Your brows raised at her sudden shift in tone. “Oh? Why not?”

She pushed her two fingers together and giggled nervously. “Aha…I may have been banned from my group after trying to get everyone off their fish diet… That’s why I left in the first place…”

Oh my God…

You nearly threw yourself off the pier. Ashamed of the fact that THIS was the monster you almost shit yourself over. “You got yourself kicked out for being an over aggressive vegan?” you clarified. “If that’s what I am then yes, yes I was.” She sat there all too innocently as you screwed your eyes shut at such a ridiculously overly-stupid (and cute but you didn’t want to admit it) story. Half tempted to just get up and leave at this point because you were in disbelief at how absurd everything was.

“...Okay, listen up Kokomi. I will help you get out of this cove, only if you agree to stop slashing fishermen nets everytime you see one. Deal?”

“You’ll help me leave?!” she exclaimed excitedly.

“Only if you promise not to disturb the fishermen ever again!” You quickly added. “And remember, you can’t force your beliefs onto other people. So if you join another mermaid group to live with, you cannot, absolutely CANNOT force them to give up their omnivorous diet.”

“...Okay!” Did she really agree that quickly?! “As long as the fish in this cove are safe and protected.”

“Uh…sure…” you bit your lip at yet another blatant lie you just told her. I mean, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. “I promise nothing bad will happen to the fish in this cove.”

“Ahhh, thank you scary pretty lady!” Kokomi grinned.

“It’s Y/N.” You corrected, patting her pastel hair before getting up. “Well, tonight is when I plan to finish up this mission, so if you want to go pack up anything before leaving I suggest doing it now.” Kokomi paused for a second before nodding in understanding. “Okay. I’ll be ready by tonight!” she exclaimed. “This is so exciting! I finally get to leave the cove!”

“Yes yes, very exciting. Now, I’ll be here when the sun sets in a few hours, once it’s dark enough I’ll be able to sneak you around through town in order to get to my boat. Sound good?” Kokomi nodded enthusiastically. “Very good! Thank you scar– Y/N. Thank you Y/N.”

“Of course.” You responded, turning your heel before hearing a splash behind you.

“Careful timid boy, this is precious cargo. If you drop it, I may reduce your tip to only fifty.”

“Dollars?”

“Cents.”

He started handling the giant cooler you two were carrying with much, much more carefulness now. Treating the heavy cooler like it was a giant chest of gold before reaching the docks with your tethered motorboat still attached. “Easy now,” you ordered, carefully placing the cooler onto the boat before wiping off the sweat from your brow. “Phew, you and I make a good team, timid boy. You sure you don’t want to be a monster hunter?”

He shook his head so hard it almost dislocated his neck.

“Hah! That’s alright, you’d make a better bellhop anyways, timid boy.” You got the last of your equipment (that you didn’t even need to use, mind you) onto the boat and started untying the rope holding your boat in place.

“Are you sure the problem has been resolved?” the timid man asked you, “It’s just…you did it all in one day. You didn’t even check into the inn I put all your luggage in!”

“Puh! I’m just that much of a professional,” you assured. “I’ve been doing this business for years, I assure you that the fishing problem is solved and that your village will prosper once more. Hunter’s word.”

For once since your time on Watatsumi island, you saw the timid man smile. “Th-Thank you miss monster hunter!” he exclaimed, “Your generosity shall be paid tenfold! If you ever come to visit anytime soon, I promise to treat you to dinner!”

“Pfft, you’re too kind, timid boy,” you smiled, “However, I must be going now as I’d rather not be out to sea for too long…”

“Are you sure you can traverse the sea at this hour?” he gulped. “It’s all pitch black out there…”

“As long as I have my eyes, I’m good,” you chuckled, relying heavily on your tremendous eyesight as every trained monster hunter had the honed ability to see in pitch darkness. “Farewell Mr. Timid Boy, it was nice chatting with you.” You tossed him another sack of coin before finally untying your boat and getting on before drifting off. The man who helped relay information to you waving for as long as you could see.

“Can I come out now?” Came Kokomi’s muffled voice as you chuckled and popped the lid open from the cooler. “Yes, my helper is gone now. It’s just the two of us at sea.”

“Ah…” she propped her whole body up from the cooler full of water and looked around at the empty space around you. Nothing but night sky and water filling the void as the only things in sight were the boat, your equipment, and you.

“The sea is so quiet from the surface…” Kokomi murmured, seeming in awe at how smooth everything looked.

“Trust me, it wasn’t like this in the morning.” You groaned. “I think I almost puked up my breakfast…”

Your eyes lit up at the reminder and eagerly dug into your satchel to fetch a small container of Tupperware. ‘Food! I forgot I haven’t eaten since this morning. I’m practically starving!’

Kokomi looked perplexed at the little piece of plastic only to grow more intrigued when a very tasty smell emerged once you opened it. She was curious, she had never seen such a strange contraption before and was tempted to ask you what it was before laying her eyes on a strange —yet very delectable looking— food in the shape of a smiley face.

“Scary la— Y/N, what’s that?” She asked curiously. Her nose twitching at the smell as the Tupperware had succeeded in keeping your food hot all day.

“Ah, my lunch. I was supposed to eat it while on my job to find you, but I forgot once you came so abruptly.”

“It smells good…” Kokomi mumbles, her tummy making an awkward rumbling noise and causing her to frown. “Ah…sorry.”

‘Cute.’ You took note at how she balled up her tail to cover her bare stomach as if that would muffle the noise at all. “There’s no need to be embarrassed, it’s just your body telling you that you’re hungry. It’s only natural.”

You picked up one of the smiley face fries in your container and handed it over to the starving mermaid. “Here. It’s made up of mostly starch so it can be quite filling.”

“What is it?” Kokomi immediately shoved it into her mouth and nearly screamed at the burning sensation on her tongue.

“H-HOT—!”

You held your hands out for her to spit into and couldn’t help but laugh at her exasperated face. “You’re supposed to blow on it before eating. I thought they would have cooled down by now but I guess not…”

“Ugh…I’m just not used to hot food.” Kokomi murmurs. Which is understandable considering that the ocean can be pretty cold and you doubt that the merfolk need to cook in order to survive. “It hurts my tongue…”

“Here, let me blow on one for you.” You picked up another smiley face fry and blew on it gently to soothe the whispering steam. “Try it now.” You lifted the morsel up to her lips and watched as Kokomi hesitantly bit into it with the caution of a newborn kitten. Barely even chewing, her eyes lit up at this strange new flavor –although it’s literally just salt and potato– and began reaching over to hastily grab another one from your lap.

“Like it?” You chuckled.

“It’s so good!” she exclaimed, grabbing another before blowing on it like a candle. “What is it?!”

“Fries.”

“Fries!”

She shoved it in her mouth and dove for another before quickly swatting her hand away. “Slow down! You’ll choke if you eat too fast!” She pouted at your quick reflexes and resumed chewing at a much slower pace. “Whth aw thfese mfade of?” she asked through a mouthful of potato.

“It’s made of a type of root vegetable we have on land. It’s called a potato.” You smiled, using your thumb to wipe away some of it off her face. “It’s so good!” she beams after swallowing her bite whole. “Is all human food this good?”

“Most of them, yeah.” You found yourself enjoying your time with Kokomi as the two of you exchanged face fries and chatted about what kind of foods you most enjoyed eating. Your heart swelling at the fact that you finally, finally found someone who enjoyed the same tastes that you had. In your face Thoma! Smiley face fries are delicious!

“Oh! I almost forgot!” Kokomi shouts abruptly as she suddenly digs through her bag to fish out something long and pointy. “I have a gift for you, Y/N.”

“You don’t have to do that–” you tried assuring before nearly getting your nose speared by something long and pointy. Goddammit, this was the second time today that Kokomi almost made you scream.“Of course I do! I feel terrible about throwing your dagger off the pier so I wanted to make it up to you!”

“I adore you for your generosity, Kokomi but please don’t hold something pointy so close to my face.” You sputtered as the tip of the object was dangerously close to landing you in the infirmary.

“Oh! Sorry.”

She carefully turned it over and handed it to you so that you could grasp it safely by the handle. Heart still racing from the encounter as you tried to compose yourself to appreciate her gift. “So? What do you think?”

As you looked down at the long, bone-like blade in your hands, you ran your fingers through the rough and textured spine of the handle. The ‘blade’ part of the weapon having tiny little jagged roots that jutted out downwards so that if you were to stab something, the jagged edges would hook onto the flesh and make it extra painful to pull out.

“It’s a stingray dagger! Us merfolk usually use the skeletons of animal parts as weapons since they make useful daggers and swords. Of course, I polished this dagger from an already dead stingray, I’m not a barbarian!” Kokomi explains. “I felt bad since you lost your original dagger, and although this might not be comparable to it in terms of quality, I wanted to get you a temporary replacement.”

She bows her head respectively as a small blush seeps onto her face. “I hope you don’t mind…”

“Woahhh…” you breathed out in awe, tracing the cool patterns on the weapon. “It’s beautiful, Kokomi. Thanks! I’ve never seen or felt anything like this on any weapon I’ve held before.”

“Ahhh, that makes me glad!” The pinkette grins. “Perhaps I'll sharpen an identical one so that we can match.”

“That’s…” Oh gods, that’s so cute. “You– You can do that, yes. I won’t object to it.”

Kokomi giggles at your reaction and the two of you enjoy your ride in comfortable silence.

“Thomaaaa!” You called out as your boat drew closer to the mainland. “Thomaaaaaaaa.”

“Y/N…who’re you calling to?” Kokomi asked worriedly.

“My best friend, Thoma! He’s going to be helping me move you to your new location. Across the mainland and somewhere where you won’t be able to witness fishermen hunting your friends.” As your boat cruises closer you could make out the faint outline of a tall man waving at you from the dock. That unmistakable ponytail of his being the key giveaway to knowing it’s your friend from afar.

“Over here!” He called out through the fog, shining a bright flashlight so you could dock correctly beside the pier.

“A human man?!” Kokomi exclaims, eyes wide before diving back down into her cooler and tucking herself in to make herself as small as possible. “Ah, Kokomi what’s wron—“

“Y/N! Eyes ahead!” Thoma called out sternly, causing you to remember your original mission and focus on steering the boat correctly. “Sorry! I got distracted a bit…”

Pulling up to the side of where Thoma was currently standing, you killed the motor and got up to leave before feeling a cold hand catch yours.

“…Kokomi?”

“You aren’t leaving me with him, right?” She asked timidly, unsure of being left alone with a human stranger without you. “Ah, of course not. Thoma is just helping me carry you, that’s all.”

“…Okay.” Kokomi mutters, hesitantly letting you go so that you could toss the rope to Thoma and have him tie your boat to the dock.

“I got your message,” Thoma chuckled. “You really cleared a mission in under a day? That’s a new record for you.”

“Oh please, I’ve dealt with easier missions than this.” You grinned. “It just so happens that Kokomi is easier to negotiate with than fight.”

“So that’s her name…” Thoma looked over to the balled up Kokomi and she shot him an angry face in return. Not liking the strange new human as he was not only a stranger, but a stranger that was taking up your attention!

“Hah, she looks like she’d shred me to pieces…” Thoma laughed nervously. “If looks could kill, I’d be in her stomach by now.”

“Nah she won’t do that. Kokomi doesn’t eat meat. Or, fish meat, I guess.” You assured, failing to notice the grim look overtaking Kokomi’s usually innocent features.

‘No, but I would shred him for you, Y/N.’ Kokomi seethed. ‘Feed him to my fishies and sell his bones to use as mermaid clubs—‘

“Anyway, did you get what I asked for, Thoma?” You asked, cutting the conversation short.

“Er…not exactly…” Thoma winced, gesturing to a wheelbarrow behind him.

“THOMA—!” You nearly bashed your head against the floor out of frustration. “I told you to bring me a pickup truck so we can drive Kokomi much easier!”

“I couldn’t find my keys…” Thoma mumbled. “So I found this wheelbarrow in my shed and figured I could use that.”

You wanted to cry.

“What’s a wheelbarrow?” Kokomi asked out of the blue. Oh right, she was still left in the dark about all this.

“Er…Sorry Kokomi but since Thoma left his brains at home he forgot to bring something very important to transport you in. So now we have to carry you in this.” You pointed to the brown wheelbarrow behind Thoma and held your breath for the inevitable disdain on Kokomi’s face.

Only…there was no disdain.

“I get to ride in that?!” Kokomi squeals.

“You’re excited?!” Both you and Thoma exclaim.

Kokomi practically splashed around in glee. “I’ve never written in a human land vehicle before! It looks so fun! It even has wheels!” She lifted her arms up like a toddler asking to be picked up. “I want to go in!”

You and Thoma looked at each other, before a smug smile made its way onto Thoma’s face. “Glad to know she’s not crabby about it unlike someone I know.”

He chuckled when you rolled your eyes. “Whatever Thoma the Tank Engine, as long as Kokomi is comfortable.” You walked over to Kokomi’s raised arms and put them down to carry her a different way. Her face growing confused as she thought you were picking her up from under the arms.

“Sit up, I’m carrying you in a much easier way.” You explained, waiting for Kokomi to get in an arched sitting position before sliding your arms under the midsection of her tail and the back of her body.

“Ah—!” Kokomi did not expect you to princess style carry her out of the boat and walk over to the wheelbarrow like a knight in shining armor. Her hands reaching desperately to cling onto your neck as she fathomed the thought of you carrying her around like this all the time. ‘Wow, Y/N is actually really strong…!’

“There you go…” you grumbled softly as you gently set Kokomi on the wheelbarrow. The mermaid easily feeling comfortable inside despite her tail hanging off the side due to its massive size. “Are you comfortable?”

“Very.” Kokomi confirmed. “Push me. Please.”

It sounded more like a demand rather than a request, but you indulged in her anyway.

“Of course, Thoma; you could just drop my equipment at my house, thanks.”

“Wait, I thought I was coming with you?” Thoma queried.

“You were if you had brought the pickup truck I asked for so you could drive it. However, since you didn’t, I will be personally escorting Kokomi on my own.” You gripped the handles of the wheelbarrow and began jogging to give Kokomi the ride of her life. Her voice squealing at the feeling of air on her face whilst you waved goodbye to Thoma.

“You know where my house keys are! See you in a few hours!”

“You better repay me someday, Y/N!”

You only laughed at his obedience and indulged yourself in Kokomi’s angelic laughter and squeals. Raising her arms high up in the air as if she were riding a roller coaster.

“Land air feels great!” She exclaims, shutting her eyes and letting the wind blow at her face. “It’s so much more fragrant and crisp!”

You weren’t entirely sure what she meant by ‘crisp’ but you were enjoying her happiness nonetheless.

As the two of you cut through some scenic paths and nature’s residence in civilization, you and Kokomi played a game which involved her pointing at something random, and you telling her what it was.

“What’s that?”

“A tree.”

“What’s that?”

“A rabbit.”

“What’s that?”

“Another tree.”

As tiring as it was to entertain the curious mermaid, you could tell she was getting tired as her eyes started drooling adorably and her speech started getting slurred. Your heart hammering at the sight as even you had to admit that the tedious creature was a bit adorable.

“Is that another tree..?”

“Nope. That’s a bush.” You chuckled, peering through the horizon and spotting the other side of the sea in front of you. An empty beach that no one ever used so that the two of you could say your goodbyes in private.

“Here we are,” you spoke gently, pushing the wheelbarrow carefully down the hill and traversing from gravel to sand. The smell of salty seawater coming all too familiar to you once more as the previous smells from the forest were a memory no more.

“It’s so pretty…” Kokomi gasped, her eyes stirring back awake when you set the wheelbarrow to a stop to gaze at the ocean in front of you. A sunrise now peeking up from the horizons as you had spent all night traveling on foot with Kokomi. “This is where I will live?”

“If you choose to. You can practically live anywhere you can swim to.” You chuckled.

“That sounds a lot better than the cove already…” Kokomi sighed, looking back at you with glossy, blue eyes. “I think I’m ready to go now, Y/N.”

You smiled.

“Alright then.”

As you moved to pick up Kokomi once more, she gripped onto your neck again before planting a small kiss against your cheek. An action that caused you to nearly lose balance and drop her before you could even reach the water.

Luckily, your hunter instincts stopped you from doing so.

“Ah— Kokomi?!” You were blushing. Why were you blushing?!

“Thank you for this, Y/N. Even though this is your way of getting rid of me, I’m still grateful.”

“But I’m not getting rid of you Kokomi.” You waded into the water until you were waist deep and set Kokomi down to swim. “If anything, I really enjoyed your company. So much so to say that I even like you as a person.”

Kokomi, now submerged in cold water, had tears in her eyes that could easily be mistaken as seawater. “You like me?” She grins.

“You’re tolerable. Yeah.”

She smiles when you look away out of embarrassment and pets your hair in comfort, your face only burning up even more. “I like you too, Y/N. I hope we see each other again soon.”

She grins one last time and you’ve committed that smile into the very corners of your memory.

“I promise to always be nearby.”

With a cute little wave, she slides from your grasp and takes off with the strength of a feisty orca. Jetting off with a speed you could only hope to see again in your dreams.

But maybe this parting wouldn’t be too bad. As you watched Kokomi swim deeper and deeper into the sea, you felt the faint, bittersweet tang of remembrance as you recalled all the fun times you had with the little mermaid. A somber smile on your lips as you reached into your pocket and pulled out the little stingray dagger she gifted to you on the boat.

“Even though you’re out in the big blue sea by now…” you felt each sharp bristle against your finger and grinned at the thought of her making a matching set. “I think you’re still right beside me.”

And who knows.

Maybe you’ll see her again…

#mod angel 🎐#m.u.s.e.#kokomi x reader #sangonomiya kokomi x reader #genshin x reader #kokomi x you #genshin x you #genshin imagines #genshin fanfic

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MidnightsWithDearKatyTSPB's Recommendation List: February '23 Part 2

Welcome to February's recommendation list, part two. If you haven't already, you can find part one here. The last list had 32 fanfiction recs in it this one might come in a little under as I have my cousin coming to visit me the last few days of the month. If you are interested in having your writing challenges featured here, or your stories, or even just your blog, please feel free to tag me, in your works, message me, or use the hashtag MidnightWithDearKatyTSPB. I hope your valentines day was a good one and those partaking in Lent, you got this! Happy March everyone!

WE REACHED THE LIMIT ON THIS LIST! FROM NOW ON, I'LL TRY & NOT TO MAKE IT SO LONG. SORRY!

🌹 February '23 Pt 1

March '23 🍀

Masterlist

Billy The Kid: The Playlist (Billy O'Grady) - "So what is wrong with another sin?" - "Rock You Like A Hurricane" by Scorpions

King Billy O'Grady (Moodboard)

Playlist for Uhtred the Berserker - "You'll be a man, boy!" - "Run Boy Run" by Woodkid

Uhtred the Berserker (Moodboard)

Thomas Micheal Shelby - "There was no doubt that Tommy Shelby had a soul and a heart that beat."

Luca Changretta (Moodboard)

Thomas Shelby "I Need My Girl" (Mood Board)

A Daughter's Return (Moodboard)

Tommy Shelby Pinterest Ask Game (Moodboard)

Lavender Haze >> Tommy Shelby x Estella Holland (Moodboard)

ONE-SHOTS:

*36 Minutes by @acewritesfics >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Reader gets stood up, but is it really so bad? | Ace delivered again in her Valentine's Day Fic Special. Cranking out some of the best works, I've ever read.

*As The World Caves In by @areyenotfondofmelobster >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: What would you do when your world comes caving in? | I did indeed cry at this beautifully written masterpiece.

Bound By Blood by @noforkingclue >> Dark!Vampire!Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: You never expected that working for the Shelbys would be easy. However, you never expected you would gain the interest of Tommy, let alone what would happen next. | This was so freaking good seriously. I never knew I needed Vampire!Tommy till I read this. I need more Vampire!Tommy.

*A Christmas Journey by @notyour-valentine >> Tommy Shelby & Secretary - Summary: A Journey back from London in the Christmas Season with his secretary doesn't go as planned. | If I’m being honest, I’m not one for Christmas, but this could get me in the mood for Christmas. I love how this takes you into the mind of Tommy and how his secretary influences his view. So well written.

Daddy's Girl by @gypsy-girl-08 >> Tommy Shelby x Wife!Reader - Summary: Tommy's world revolves around his two girls, his wife, and his daughter. | This was cute and a nice change of pace to read. I would like to see more Dad!Tommy and Uncle!Finn as well.

*For A Good Cause by @peacexatxlast >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Tommy is in a mood and snaps at Frances. His wife does not approve... | So hot and so well-written!

*Mama Bear by @acewritesfics >> Tommy Shelby x Wife!Reader - Summary: Inspector Campbell thinks he can get to Tommy through his daughter. Mrs. Shelby finds out and is having none of that. | So good. It's a good reminder to never mess with a mother who loves her child and her family.

Punishment by @mxpseudonym >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Tommy’s wicked games leave you breaking the rules, but punishment for you means punishment for him too. Who can hold out the longest? | This is perfectly Spicy!

Red Lipstick by @cupidsheqrts >> John Shelby x Reader - Summary: You feel flattered when Charlie Shelby asks to marry you while your husband feels like he could strangle his nephew. | This was so adorable to read. I loved everyone's reaction as you read along.

*The Recovery by @cillmequick >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Tommy ruins his own specially planned Valentine’s evening and has to work hard to get back in his wife’s good books. | This is so good! I think I may have blushed while reading it was so good.

Tommy Pressing His Forehead to Yours by @zablife >> dark!Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Ambushed by the Italians, the Shelby family, especially Tommy does everything he can to figure out who did it. | You know it’s good writing when the writer can get your heart to drop to the bottom of your stomach. Lee does what she does best, writing.

MINI-SERIES:

SERIES:

Betrayal by @cillmequick >> Tommy Shelby x Reader x Luca Changretta - Summary: Tommy and Y/N have been together, in secret, for some time, after growing up together on the streets of Small Heath. Tommy was poised to have everything he ever wanted until a colossal error of judgment comes back to haunt him and he finds himself on the wrong side of the woman he loves. | If you haven't read it yet, please do yourself a favor, grab a drink, and get ready to be blown away.

DRABBLES:

Day 14 by @acewritesfics >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: This is a request I made where Tommy gets the marriage license for their marriage. | I'm so happy with how it turned out. It felt like I was getting a Valentine's Day gift.

MINI-SERIES:

Try a Little Tenderness by @ramp-it-up >> Mob Boss!Steve Rogers x Reader - Summary: Steve can't win you with presents. He's got to try a little tenderness. | I came here for the pairing and stayed for the plot. It’s so hot, the plot, that is. Please enjoy this as much as I did.

ONE-SHOTS:

His Most Prized Possession by @bucky-barnes-diaries >> Dark!Mob!Bucky x Wife!Reader - Summary: You’re the wife of the most feared man in all of New York City, James Buchanan Barnes, the mob boss of the biggest mafia in town. Your his—his girl, his beauty, his love, his property, his most prized possession. He will torture and kill anyone who dares to make any advances on his woman, and he won’t hesitate to show them who you belong to in the most sinful way possible before their end. | Just the kind of hot you need on a cold winter's morning. It is 🥵 🥵 🥵 y’all! Remember to read the warnings ⚠️!

Shake It Like A Polaroid Picture by @world-of-aus >> Pornstar!Bucky x Pornstar!Reader - Summary: Bucky loves to take pictures to remember you. | So very spicy, and I loved the writing and teasing!

The Video by @becca-e-barnes >> Pornstar!dbf!Bucky Barnes x Reader - Summary: You find out what your father’s best friend does for work. | Don't ask me why but Pornstar!Bucky and Steve are some of my favorites to read and this one does not disappoint me. You get a good dose of feels, along with a good dose of spiciness in this.

Unattainable by @heavysoldat >> dbf!Bucky Barnes x Reader - Summary: The reader has a horrible, no, good day, in which Bucky comes to save the evening. | If you want something hot to read on a lonely night, this is it for you.

What Goes Around by @navybrat817 >> BFD/DBF!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader - Summary: Bucky is your friend's dad and your dad's friend and nothing more. Until he isn't. | This is hot, it’s got the shameless smut, and it’s got the possessive Bucky. What more could you really ask for?

Why Wait by @fatecantstopme >> DBF!Bucky Barnes x Plus size!reader - Summary: You've known Bucky for years, but the dynamic between you had begun to shift since you'd graduated college. He suddenly found himself struggling to act normal around you and you decided to make it your mission to find out why. | The jokes in this were fantastic. It had me laughing. The writing in general, was just fantastic, especially when you get to the hot stuff. Highly recommend!

ONE-SHOTS:

In The Shadow by @littlefreya >> General Kirigan x Reader | Geralt x Reader - Summary: Geralt and you are captured by the Darkling and about to find out his means of punishment are quite unusual. | I would have never thought of this crossover, and I'm so glad the writer did. Please read the warnings, its dark but oh-so-good!

*Stories of Us by @writingdumpster >> Jonah Heidelbaum x Hunter!Reader - Summary: Jonah tells the reader he wants to have a family but she doesn't think she's worthy of motherhood after all she's done. | Do you hear that in the distance? That would be my heart breaking and slowly being put back together all in one one-shot. That is how well-written this is!

TEACH ME + R U SHY? by @ramp-it-up >> Lloyd Hansen x Reader - Summary: Lloyd's had his eye on the maid for the past three days, thinking he's struck the gold mine when he's found a 19-year-old virgin. | This is *chefs kiss* perfect. You will not believe the ending.

MINI-SERIES:

Lost Without You Pt. 1 & Pt. 2 by @gypsy-girl-08 >> Cillian Murphy x Reader - Summary: Your six-year relationship with Cillian, comes to an end. Can you both move on? | This made me feel everything I wanted to feel in a two-shot/mini-series. You have the heartbreak, the love, and the devotion the characters have for one another. Very beautiful.

SERIES:

Begin Again Pt. 2 by @teds-mustache-wrangler >> Ted Lasso x OFC!Penny - Summary: When Penny starts working at AFC Richmond as their new head photographer, she catches the eye of a certain mustached, happy-go-lucky, head coach of the team. But can their spark endure through the season’s pressures and the demons of their past? | You don't understand how honored I am to be able to read this before it gets posted, and also to get to see the characters develop. I didn't ever recall laughing at a story before, but this one, this one makes me laugh.

@zablife - Let's take a moment to say happy one-year anniversary to Lee here on Tumblr! She has over 100 writings she accumulated over the year she's been on here, sharing with us. Lee writes for the Peaky Blinder fandom and the fandom is so very lucky to have her.

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