A Duck's Corner

Jamie cut himself off when his eyes trailed to what you were looking at. His eyes widened in surprise at the blood stain, his eyes quickly trailing to your face, seeing your panic and distress.

"J-Jamie...I-I'm so sorry, I-I didn't-..."

Before you could finish your stammered apology he immediately jumped into action and crossed the room in a few strides. He pulled you close to his broad chest and looked down at you. You saw the larger stain on your nightgown and frowned.

"Are ye alright, Sassenach?"

He murmured softly as he kept holding you close, his hand cupping the back of your head while the other held your waist. His worried blue eyes looked at your E/C that were filled with tears and guilt.

Without a word he lifted you up with one arm under your knees and the other supporting your back as he carried you to the bathroom with a wooden tub, sturdy and he would soon fill it with hot water.

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He sat on a stool as he watched you soak. He saw how dejected and guilty you looked even though in his eyes, he didn't mind. He already cleaned up your clothes and bed and just sat next to you, occasionally rubbing your shoulders.

"I's not yet fault, Sassenach...I promise."

His tone was earnest and he appeared sympathetic.

"But its...disgusting.."

Jamie frowned and shook his head sternly.

"Nae...It's nae disgusting...yer...just a woman.."

You deadpanned at his slightly awkward but at least kind words, in the name of comforting you of course.

He rolls up his sleeve and reaches into the soapy water, gently reaching your abdomen and massaging it under the water.

You let out soft whines and sighs, tilting head back and he grinned softly.

"Aye...there we go...better, lass?"

"Mhm..."

Jamie had a feather-like touch while he massaged your lower stomach. The cramps, while still present, were slightly alleviated with his warm touch.

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Later, Jamie helps you choose some clothes and even asks Jenny to get a cloth to put in your undergarments.

He layed you on his bed and soon joined you after you got comfortable, lying on his back and using one arm to bring you closer. You lied on him with your head in his chest and his large hand brushing through your hair.

“Baby, can I do your makeup?”

Your sweet laced words caught Clark off guard. Not in a bad way! He’ll do just about whatever you want but to him it was just out of nowhere.

“Why honey?”

“Well I went to Ulta today and got some new makeup but I really want you to model for me…please?”

That sweet please made his heart stutter just like his Pa’s truck back in high school when he forgot to jam the keys just right. He smiled softly as he looked up with earnest eyes, bright and happy at the thought of you doing his makeup. Honestly, he just wanted your touch but now he doesn't have to ask.

“I also saw a video of a girl doing her boyfriends makeup and that’s what I wanna do with you..”

You seemed so shy and adorable when you asked nicely. You just wanted to spend time with him. He of course feels a little pang in his heart. He recalls being too busy for sandwich nights and arcade time. He would have said yes anyways, he always does but this time he wanted to go extra.

“Do as many looks as you want, honey!”

You giggled and smiled. Your fave was bright with delight and that made Clark's heart really sore in the sky like superman!

If Clark was a dog, he’d be wagging his tail right now. He has no clue what makeup can accomplish, other than knowing the basics like eyeliner, blush, mascara, lipstick but other than that's, he's clueless.

Imagine his surprise when you pull out the following items;

At least 6 different palettes that looked colorful

A bunch of different lipsticks

Colorful eyeliner containers?

Is that..Rinestones and glitter?

Clark gulped, nervous but excited although worried and anxious.

"Golly...Uh..Honey? Are we gonna use...all that?"

"Mhm!"

You seemed so happy and excited. He felt bad that he was so hesitant. Was he being one of those boyfriends that can't handle makeup due to his "manly pride and ego"? He shook away the 'what if' thoughts and pictured how sad you'd look if he let his feelings and pride take over. Especially for something so minimal like makeup.

Clark swallowed his feelings and put on a determined look, nodding as he sat straighter on the couch.

"Hmm...I was thinking drag makeup..Like Trixie? or is Katya or Bianca better?"

"What?"

You leaned over and pulled out your phone. Google was open with pictures of what he could only assume were the drag queens you mentions. Exaggerated blush and cheek bone enhancement (he doesn't know the word for contour..), big eye makeup, long lashes.

He blinked before another wave of determination and will washed over his face. He nodded firmly and confidently. He was ready.

First he felt the coolness of the foundation as you gently squirted some onto a fluffy makeup brush and dabbed along his face, gently brushing and spreading over the skin before continuing to dab away.

The brush tickled his skin but he sat as still as a deer.

"Can you do blue and red, please?"

You seemed surprised that Clark spoke up.

"For the makeup?"

Clark nodded as he stayed still but his soft ocean blue eyes met yours.

"Superman colors for the eyes.."

He mumbled, barely moving his lips because he wanted you to have an easy time applying the makeup. You smiled at his suggestion. From where you were, the way Clark was right now surprised you even. This tall and big man of muscle who happened to also happened to be superman when he wasn't being awkward and nerdy Clark, sitting still while you did his makeup? A really cute site.

Next you grabbed a random blush palette and opened it to peek at the colors. A lot of bubblegum pinks that were too bright for his skin but the others were too dark or sparkly which wasn't what you were going for.

Clark who had his eyes on you the whole time, slowly turned his head to the stack of blush palettes and picked a small one up. You found it sweet that he was trying to help find a good fit.

"Try this one, honey."

He handed the palette over. You flipped the top open and saw a beautiful pink shade, not too warm but not too cool. Perfect!

Applying the blush was easy enough. Clark did have nice cheekbones (thank you Kryptonian genes cough).

You gently swatched his hand to see if the color fit. It looked great against his veiny hands and strong knuckles. You dabbed the brush on the pan to pick up enough pigment. You tapped the brush on the table so the first contact didn't have a lot of product. You stippled the brush along his cheeks to the corner of his eyes before reaching for a light color to blend it into a gradient.

His shoulders shook as he suppresses small laughs as the brush ticked his soft skin. His lips curled into a smile but he didn't move another muscle.

When you had finished you reached for powder. Brushing the brush through the sifter, carrying enough dust to quickly set his face. A small puff of powder appeared in the air as Clark closed his eyes. He coughed lightly a few times but stayed still.

You put the brush down and turned away to look through the eyeshadow palettes.

Clark blinked a few times as he opened his eyes. He grabbed a mirror you had on the table and look at his reflection. He turned his face left to right a few times. He felt weird. He almost didn't recognize himself, not that he was complaining because he thought you did really well! He noticed how you added depth to his jaw with contour at some point.

He glanced towards you as you moved around your little palettes.

He closes his eyes again when he noticed you turn back towards him holding a palette.

"I may or may not have bought a justice league makeup palette."

You giggled and you opened the larger palette. It had different shades of blue, green, red, gold, silver and of course a selection of black and gray (for Batman). They also had more sparkly versions of the colors too for flair.

He hummed in response, not really surprised. In fact, you occasionally buy some superman or justice league merch. Ever since he told you about his superman identity, you've invested in some superman themed things. Superman cereal, hoodie, a toaster, a blanket and even superman themed lingerie and undies which he will never admit he loves on you.

It worries him just a little because he does his absolute best to keep your lives separate from his hero identity and its destroy him if anything happened to you because he was superman.

His thoughts were cut short as you gently brushed out the first powder you put on his eyelid. His eyes fluttered slightly at the ticklish sensation of the eyeshadow brush swiping over his eyelid.

He let your hand move his head, your hand under his chin to point his face up more to the light.

Honestly the eyeshadow and your touches felt like a blur, comforting and making him melt.

The next thing he knows, he feels a wet thin brush going over his eye which lightly jolts him from almost falling asleep.

"Okay baby, open!"

You held out a mirror in from of him and he opened his eyes.

His sky blue eyes went wide when he saw his face. His under eyes had dramatic and sharp white makeup to make his eyes similar to the drag queen you showed him earlier but still not as dramatic at their makeup.

His eyelids had red and blue blended close together with gold sparkles just beneath his brow bone and wear the blue and red blended together. He had sparkles on his cheekbones (highlighter) and a bold red lip with shiny gloss on top.

He was taken aback but not in a bad way! This was amazing, your hand was skilled with makeup!

He turned his head a few times to view his face from different angles. Clark was mesmerized by the shimmering makeup.

"So...What do you think?"

You had asked nervously, thinking he might think it looks weird or ridiculous on him. He blinked and smiled widely.

"I love it! You did such a good job, angel. Can you take a picture so I can show Ma?"

You were pleasantly surprised by his reaction but not complaining. After all he was your sweet kanas boy Clark Kent.

"Sure! Can I also post it on my Instagram maybe?"

"...Is it private?"

"Yes."

"Okay!"

He was very enthusiastic and even did pouty faces and and posing for the camera.

"Do I look pretty in makeup, sweetie?"

He asked, playfully but with a fake pouty look.

"Always, Clark."

You leaned down to kiss his cheek. He closed his eyes before kissing your forehead, leaving a small imprint of his lips on there. He noticed but didn't say a thing. Was this what it was liked when you marked him with your red lipstick?

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BONUS:

Texts---

Clark: Ma look! Isn't Y/N so talented?

Ma: My! You look wonderful Clark! Maybe I ought to have her do my makeup!

Clark: Y/N will be happy to! Love you Ma, half my check will arrive tomorrow ❤❤❤❤

Ma: Love you too Clark❤

Ma Kent was pleasantly surprised but her boy was a proper man. If only Jonathan would let her do his makeup...

You wandered the Ashina outskirts with one goal.

Survive.

It had been a brutal journey, one that you cared not to remember. You don’t even remember your goal when you first started but that didn’t matter. Remembering seemed insignificant at this point when you were faced with the possible fate of dying in the cold, isolated wilderness.

As you trudged on, praying for shelter, something to save your hide, in the distance lie remains of what looked to be some sort of house or warehouse.

You let out a small breath of relief. The cold air making it turn to vapor. You hurried to the remnants of the home, heart racing and with the newfound hope you were going to make it, that you’d at least be okay for a little bit. Trudging through the snow and overgrown grass made you stumble and fall as you fought your weakness and pain and hurried towards a means of survival.

As you fumble and trip towards the hole you realize that it seems like an estate of sorts. Although it’s been long since abandoned, you feel like there was a presence but you didn’t know where.

You looked around and saw to separate homes and as you continued onto the grounds you see a shrine that’s tucked away behind one of the buildings.

You huffed and panted as you stared at the shrine, the cold air visible from your breathing.

As you approached the house you hear heavy breathing and wheezing sounds coming from behind you.

You turned to what was seemingly a headless stumbling from behind the other building. It didn’t seem to notice you as it kept moving slowly out from behind the home. You quickly rushed inside and silently hid behind the wall. peeking out the window to observe.

Truly, it didn’t look like the usual headless creatures. It was half naked or looked deformed. It was wearing a torn kimono, one sleeve ripped, one part of the other sleeve was hanging on by white threads. It seemed feminine in appearance and had long hair as well.

This was perplexing…

Usually headless were fallen heros who died cruel deaths and their angry and bitterness corrupted their souls, causing their spirits to forever stay in the waking world.

If this is true, why a woman?

You stared in confusion as it stumbled closer. It did not hold a sword or anything, its hands limp at its side as it swayed.

You hadn’t realized you were fully exposed. Standing at the mirror looking lost and confused. In your shock, you had forgotten that you should’ve stayed hidden. Maybe days without eating a full meal or getting true rest affected your self preservation.

Slowly, the female headless turned towards you. Your eyes widened as you saw it come barreling over.

Horror over took your body and you felt like your life was flashing before your eyes. You knew what your fate was. She would tear off your head, subjecting you to the same cruel death.

You quickly jumped over a broken wall near the window and tried to run. you willed your legs to carry you, despite your hunger and exhaustion and slight trembling of your legs, you tried.

But how much could you really do?

The female headless grabbed you by the torso and lifted you up. She was slight smaller than the usual headless but still large and strong. You tried to fight her grip as you lifted you closer.

You braced for the eventual beheading that headless were known for…but nothing happened.

She just…held you.

Slowly, with her other grotesque arm, she was cradling you?

Despite being headless, those grunts and groans seemed like crying now that you think of it…

What possibly could have happened to the female headless for her to be like this?

You tried to shimmy away but she held on tight before carrying you back to the homes. She sat against the buildings wall and continued to hold you.

Now this is new.

But she was still a headless..And she wouldn’t be freed until she died. You felt torn.

One hand, it’s the right thing to do but who would do it? But on the other hand, she did no harm..yet at least. You gently placed a hand on her chest, a gentle touch that maybe she hadn’t felt in years. A gentle warmth that said ‘I’m here’.

If headless could look down, she did. Her body curled inward slight like she positioned herself to look. Slowly, from her empty neck sprouted a head. Vines of vains and muscle slowly twisted before quickly becoming one. The face of a woman came to view. It was odd, compelling even. Her youthful face seemed so full of anguish and sorrow compared to her grotesque and deformed body.

Shimmering tears glistened in her eyes before the droplets fell on your face. Her dark eyes stared at you before smiling.

“In a world that lacks humanity, you made me see what beauty there can be…I believe it is time I release myself from my own pain.”

Her voice was quiet, raspy like it had been ages. Her arms loosened before setting you down on the stone gently. Her hands fell to her side as she continued to sit against the wall. Her shoulders and back slouched as she mumbled more.

“I tried to protect my family yet they moved on and I have not. I begged for mercy…Instead I received love and compassion..At last I’m…”

Free.

Those words trailed off into the wind as her body slowly turned to ash. The wind carried the specks out into the open, the world welcoming her rest at last.

You hadn’t known what would happen, what the hell even happened honestly. Regardless, your heart raced as you slowly got up, brushing off imaginary dirt and nerves.

Leaves you wondering what fate has in store for you..

Jamie sighed as he felt your long nails rake through his auburn curls. He loved coming home after a long day to his beloved, only to be met with sweet sweet touches and pampering. Jamie struggled to unwind after a long day due to being conditioned that the man of the house doesn’t complain or sit around like a log waiting to be used in tossing cabers.

He was letting out content groans and sounds as you scratched the top of his scalp. He inched closer as he hugged your mid-section. His face stuffed in the folds of your belly, sometimes alternating to the plush of your thighs.

“Dinna ken ye’r were so good with yer hands..” He whispered as his eyes were closed and his lips curved into a soft smile.

You were sitting in Crewels class retaking a quiz that you missed because of a sick day. That sucked. You were also still slightly nasally and coughing. What sucked even more?

Your pen broke.

“BLAST THIS PEN!! This wretched good for nothing pen!!” you yelled.

You froze though.

This was an empty space, but Crewel was sitting in front of you reading the newspaper.

This day was already shitty but detention seems on the horizon too, even if Crewel was sweeter with you than other students because he saw you as a daughter. How else would he treat a lone girl in an all boys school? Fatherly, that’s how.

You look up only to see Crewel looking up with a slightly bewildered look before slowly smirking.

“Blood or not, you are my child.”

He continues to grin as he looks at the newspaper again, gently flicking it while he adjusted his posture.

“Try not to disrupt class however. I’d hate to punish my favorite pup.”

Bruce groans as his mouth and chin are covered in slick, you crying and moaning as he grips your thighs to pry them apart.

“Sweetheart, you’re so fucking perfect, so so - hmf..~, perfect..”

He pants softly before diving back down, his teeth gently nipping your sensitive pearl, feeling you thrust into his face uncontrollably.

“mmh~! Bruce baby..!”

He chuckles as he roughly sucks that little bud one more time, enjoying your scream as he felts you gush on him for what? The 5th time now? in the past hour?

He licks his lips with a smirk.

“Atta girl..”

“B-Bruce, I-I can’t-“

Your words were cut off as Bruce plunged two fingers in, gently pumping them in and out before adding a third and leaning down to toy with your clit.

“Just one more, baby… just- ah~, one..more”

Cheetah had met you when she robbed the jewelry store you worked at. Needless to say, the second her feline green eyes caught you, she was obsessed.

Before she escaped with a precious diamond necklace she winked at you and blew a kiss before bursting out the window and escaping capture by the police.

You had thought it was an odd encounter and you went about your life. Going home to your townhouse after your boss lets you have a few days off. As you walk through the door and leave your keys on a hook, you turn on the light to see Cheetah sprawled on your couch smirking.

"Welcome home, mouse." She stands up and slowly struts up to you.

You were frozen in your spot.

How the hell did she get inside? Why is she here? Is she gonna finish off a witness??

She looks down at you and grins, her tail flicking behind her. She lowers herself slightly and tilts her head.

"Why aren't you dear.." She then wraps her arms around your waist and lifts you up, causing you to gasp. She walks upstairs and pushes your bedroom door open before putting you on the bed. She smirks at you looking up with wide eyes, her large muscular form looming before she slowly crawls up and bed and lays on top of you.

"Be a good mouse and let this cat rest, hmm~?"

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Anyways, you accepted that you have a possessive kitty that may or may not watch over you from rooftops as you go about work. Cheetah loved that you just accepted her presence and continued to adore you. She'd spy from rooftops on you, making sure you’re safe and staying away from anyone she deems a threat.

You honestly had no idea but didn’t care, you had a job and bills to pay sooo…

She hated seeing you interact with customers. She’d growl as she sees you smile at someone buying a ring. She thought about robbing the store again to send you home again but even though she’s a villain, she understands the importance of a job to regular people. Though, her stealing could cover a whole ass penthouse if that’s what her darling mouse wanted.

Whenever you got home from work, you’d fine trinkets, stolen goods, and other things left on your bed with letter and photos. At some point she left a photo of herself flexing in the mirror wearing her gym shorts and bra while holding a camera. She used super glue to ensure it’s left there…

It wasn’t too bad, she was sweet, caring in her own feline way.

==== Weeks passed as you grew familiar to this routine. Coming home to gifts she’d leave when breaking in, occasionally seeing her when she’d stick around and she’d manhandle you and cuddle.

This slowly escalated.

You started to notice things going missing. Your pictures, clothes, things gifted by family or friends. You chalked it up to you misplacing them, a common occurrence since you get home so late.

But now it escalated to 100.

She’d left a photo of a man tied up in a chair, bloody and bruised among other things..

Human teeth and a piece of cloth from some sort of clothing item, the same pattern on the cloth as the man’s shirt.

Was that a speck of blood?

You dropped everything and backed away, only for your phone to ding from a text message.

'I didn't like how the runt was looking at you, darling.'

Another.

'I took care of it, mouse.'

You stepped back and quickly got our of the bedroom, turning to go downstairs. While turning towards the stairs, at the end of the hall, the bathroom door was open. You screamed when you saw what you could only presume was the man, deceased.

While stumbling back, you bumped into Cheetahs solid form.

She was looking down, her eyes glinting from the light in the downstairs living room, her smile was wide. She placed her clawed hands on your shoulders.

"You're safe, my mouse.."

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You were trembling in the corner of your room. Hair mused while Cheetah was trying to coax you to come to her.

"Come here, mouse. Don't keep your kitty waiting."

She grinned with her brows furrowed. Her clawed index finger making a hook motion, beckoning you to her as she crouched. Her eyes shined softly in the dim room, her tail flickering.

You were heaving, scared. A giant, strong cat woman wouldn't let you leave, wouldn't let you do much without her piercing and watchful feline eyes were directly on you.

She lowers her tail, ears flattening slightly. Her eyes that were once intense and predatory, softened as she gazed on your quivering form.

Did you really think she'd hurt her precious mousy?

Her body relaxes as her shoulders fall. She slowly approaches and crouches in front of you, frowning. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. She wanted you all over her, begging her for love as she showered you in love and affection.

Her clawed hand slowly reached out to pat your head, stiffly, but she tried despite her social and emotional constipation.

And lowered her head and sniffed your face before licking at your tears.

"Quite your tears, mouse. Come to me."

You slowly raised your head and before you could say a word or do anything, she grabbed you and put you on the bed. She took off her ragged clothes, the ones she usually wears during heists and robberies before putting a crop top and shorts and crawling onto you.

She nuzzled her head onto your neck, spooning you as you sat there curled up and tense like prey that feared waking up a giant beast.

She sighed contently, her tail flickering.

"Oh how I missed this darling. Don't stray from me again."

She licked your nape and continued to hug you close to her. You closed your eyes and accepted your fate. Muscles relaxing and breathing becoming level. To be honest, she still treated you better than others in the past but maybe you need to keep her from killing and robbing for your sake.

She felt you relax and smiled, turning you around to face her. She smiled softly and kissed your forehead, pulling your head to her chest.

Arthur:

He obviously started flirting the second you popped through the door and you were patient and...mostly unbothered by it (but he was always on your nerves no matter what)

Imagine his surprise when you're walking him home from the bar and some robber tries to take advantage of a seemingly normal woman and a drunk man

And before he could even finish his sentence; CRACK, you just folded the man like a lawn chair..

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"Luv, I swear I'm fiiiine~" He slurps slightly, surprisingly being able to mostly walk straight but the Scotch sure did a number on him.

"You're not fine Arthur!" You pulled him along by his sleeve.

He stumbled slightly but allowed the action. He tousled french blue hair feel over his eyes as he watched his feet. You sighed softly as you walked along the street. Arthur looked up and stopped, causing you to come to a halt.

"What is it-"

"Bag now!" A man's deep voice growled in front of you as a dark figure emerged from the alley of the right.

Arthur's eyes went wide and immediately moved to get between you.

"Don't threaten her-"

SLAM!

Arthur's eyes were blown wide and you grabbed the man's arm and slammed him into the hard ground. The man groaned before he realized what just happened. He stared with wide eyes before scrambling up onto his feet and turning to run down the street.

Arthur was shocked and quiet before he burst out laughing and clumsily leaned on your shoulders as you both continued the walk home.

"Oh dear, You should've- should have warned me...Remind me never to, snort, piss you off..~!"

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When he sobered up he was shooketh, still laughed but did slightly shake in his brown oxfords

He did tone down the flirting and the lewd comments

Found out something new about himself though.. 👀

Theo makes fun of him, but only when you're not around because even Theo might be a little scared...

Napoleon:

Despite your insistence to Le Comte that you don't need a 'body guard', Napoleon was still helping you run errands

Today was no other, you decided to help Napoleon teach the children since Isaac had work to do

A strange woman was talking to one of the young girls and was coaxing her to come along and Napoleon immediately noticed and stepped up, face firm but with an even voice...

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The laughs of children echoed through the little makeshift school yard. Napoleon was with a group of 3 boys and 2 girls, helping them spell new words in chalk. He had a soft smile as the children joked around. You were with 4 other kids playing hopscotch and learning math while doing so!

Napoleon looked up to see you confronting a woman who kept attempting to talk to a younger girl of the group, the youngest who was about 6 years old. His brow furrowed at the scene of the woman getting in your face.

"Wait here for a moment, Nunuche's" He offered a comforting smile and he speed walked over to you and the woman.

The 4 children that were with you ran towards the other five that were just with Napoleon, choosing to hide behind the trees nearby as they realized the situation. Napoleon was grateful for their quick actions of hiding because he wasn't sure how things would end up since the woman seemed angry and erratic.

As he neared he witnessed the woman grabbing your arm before you slapped her and kicked her knees, picking her up and throwing her into the street.

Napoleon was...surprised..You didn't look super muscular but somehow the muscles kicked in and your threw the woman..? Why was he even being made to be your body guard?! But he doesn't really regret it.

"Nunuche...that was...SNRK" He suddenly laughs and leads you back to the children and the woman scurried away. He'd report the woman after they finished, she was distinctive anyways and the children needed to finish their lessons too.

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He didn't really tell anyone what he witnessed except the Comte and Isaac

He thought it'd be fun to see how the others would find out and he couldn't hide his smirk as he thought about you intimidating others.

He calls you a strong nunuche sometimes when you're alone

...Also found out something new about himself hehe...

Leonardo:

You met him by accidentally stepping on him in the hall since his narcoleptic little butt decided the foyer was a good place to nap

You gave him an earful and somehow, he decides that's interesting enough for him to feel drawn to you

And today you two were in the dining room talking before the doors slammed open and Arthur was yelling at Dazai as Dazai followed him in holding a tea cup...with tea...trying to get Arthur to drink it knowing how Arthur feels about tea

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"ENOUGH YOU HOOLIGAN!" Arthur yelled as he backed away from the grinning Dazai as he held a tea bag.

"But I thought the British liked tea?" He chuckled as he looked to be innocently handing a tea bag to him.

Arthur broke and went on a rant about his lineage. Leonardo was...entertained. This was the norm but he could see the worry in your eyes as it seemed the argument was escalating.

In a matter of a few moments you got between the two men and pushed Dazai into the wall, pinning him. (Imagine Leo's face and the surprised Pikachu face). Dazai was surprised but smiles playfully.

"Toshiko-san has strength of a lion!" He grinned as he was still pinned to the wall.

Arthur took this chance to run...

After a stern talking to from Le Comte, Leo approached you with his signature sexy Italian man smirk.

"I didn't think the bella had it in her to summon the strength of 10 men."

He chuckled as he lit a cigar and walked away. Definitely something he would never forget in all his centuries of being alive.