Combat Training - (Rin X Female Reader)

Combat Training - (Rin X Female Reader)

Request?: No

Warnings: None

Readers Gender: Female

Fanfic Type: Oneshot

Fanfic Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1,357

"Ha I gotcha-"

"Not so fast cupcake, gotta be quicker then that." Rin slipped his metal leg under yours, making you lose your balance.

"Oh c'mon..."

Rin simply smiled at you in your frustrated state. He leaned down, offering you his hand. "You'll get there-"

Seeing an advantage, you grabbed his hand, pulling him down with all your might. His face hit the floor as you pinned his arms against his back. Rin was shocked for a moment before turning his face to the side to look at you.

"Oh wow, you got me there Y/N. Taking advantage of my kindness, well." Rin paused, managing to pry from your hold, pinning you down on your back. You gasp at the impact, and that Rin was pinning you down with that stupid flirty smirk of his. "I can do the same thing."

You groan in frustration. You kept thinking you were getting better, but you just get thrown back to reality of being stuck in the same place again. You weren't progressing, and you noticed it all the time whenever Rin offered you training. He kept insisting you should so you could protect yourself whenever he was gone.

Rin wasn't helping with your frustration either. He was quite stern when it came to combat, but he also loved messing with you, which you hated. You knew you weren't gonna progress against a super weapon of a top NSR artist. Why did you even try...

"Hey hey Y/N, did I slam you too hard? We can take a break if you want-"

"Why am I even doing this..."

"What?"

You pat his arm, signaling you wanted him off of you. He crawled off you, standing up, looking concerned. You took a glance at him, sitting up, putting your hands on your hips with a groan."I still don't get why we're doing this Rin when I haven't even learned a single thing!"

Rin tilted his head at you in a cute way. "What do you mean? You have though." Rin turned away from you, looking at you from the side of his robotic eye. "Examples being..." Rin threw a punch at you, but you caught it right before it hit your face. It surprised you.

"Wow..."

Rin caught the sight of a growing smile on your face, making him smile himself.

"See I told you!" Rin exclaimed, pulling his rather large fist away from your hand. The colour on his cheeks glowed in excitement as he looked at you, making you avert from his gaze.

"You're putting too much pressure on yourself. You won't learn everything in one day like I can, sure, but I wanna teach your everything I know."

"But why?"

Rin paced himself to a table where training weapons were, grabbing two long sticks. He sided eyed you, his smile dropping completely, showing that he was serious about what he was going to say. "I already told you why Y/N..."

He threw one of the training sticks towards you. It took a minute for you to process before catching it with your hands. "Now, let's work on your weapon training a bit."

"But Rin..."

"No buts Y/N."

Rin did fancy trick work with the training stick while you stood there in awe. You never seen him do anything like that before. You felt yourself go in a trance from his movements. They were so smooth. After Rin showed off, he put the stick to the side after seeing your reaction, leaning against it.

"Hm, you impressed?" You chuckled at his statement, passing the stick between your hands while walking towards him.

"O-Obviously Rin. That was incredible!" Rin's coloured cheeks glowed a brighter hue, loving your praise.

"Awe how sweet of you gorgeous!"

Rin's nicknames were affecting you slowly, feeling your own cheeks glow a light pink.

"Yeah yeah yeah, now let's do this."

You felt more confident now, ready to put everything you got into the training. Rin saw the instant change in your face, and detected your new found confidence. He couldn't stop himself from smiling, even though he tried to be serious. He was beyond excited to see you happy and confident. He felt his fans speed up as he prepared himself as well.

"You're on sweetheart."

Oh how gorgeous and elegant you looked while you two spared. You too have been for a couple hours. Rin was surprised you didn't get tuckered out less far. He admired you for your cunningness, even though sometimes you gave up easily. That's just human nature, even though you were doing so well with the training. You really were too hard on yourself, and he tried to remind you anytime you doubted yourself.

Rin absolutely was head over heals over you, but he was pretty good at hiding it. He was afraid of many things. Rejection, how things would go with the public, especially if you ever saw him without his face. He wanted to protect you, even if it prevented him from telling you how he truly felt. Most of the time he couldn't protect you because of how busy he and the rest of 1010 were, and that's why he was training you to defend yourself.

And you were indeed getting better, and he was so proud.

His metallic heart beat faster as you two got more faster with movements and attacks. It was like you two were doing a waltz, until finally. Rin knocked the stick out of your hands, landing it behind you, leaving you shocked from the sudden impact. Rin's face told you everything you needed to know with his slick confident smirk, showing his pearly whites for teeth. His confidence was up the roof.

Rin pretended to yawn, dropping the stick. Rin decided to wear a suit for the occasion to show you how slick he was when it came to combat. With gloves and all. He started pulling down his tie, walking towards you while leaning down toward your face. You felt his hot breathe on your lips, feeling yourself shiver, and that you thought he look dapper but extremely sexy in that stupid suit of his.

"Nice going baby, but you gotta do more then that to catch little old me. Maybe next time." Rin dragged his gloved hand across your chin, tilting your head slightly. "But for now, I think you deserve a little treat for your efforts." He pushed his soft silicone lips against your cheek, leaving you in shock.

Yes he's done this before to tease you, but deep down you felt like this meant something more. But you weren't quite sure if it was just your heart and mind thinking different things at that moment.

The kiss didn't last long, Rin pulled away, but not by very far. He could feel the heat from your cheeks radiating onto his. He thought you looked absolutely precious.

"Awe how cute. Glad you enjoyed my little treat." Rin adjusted your head to look straight at him, nuzzling his nose against yours before walking towards the exit of the arena, hands folded behind his back. "Maybe when I start seeing more progress, just maybe I'll let you have more of me."

"Wait what-"

"See you at dinner Y/N!"

Rin somehow switched to acting innocent like nothing happened before passing the door, leaving you completely embarrassed and confused.

He's just acting like his usual self. You thought while getting the two training sticks and put them in their proper place. With the thought in mind about what just happened, you still felt the tingling feeling of Rin's lips on your cheek. You felt a shiver go down your spine. The kiss was so so soft and gentle. Like a feather in the breeze. It probably meant nothing, I'm sure.

As you start heading towards the exit of the arena yourself, your mind began to ponder if Rin actually had feelings for you. You weren't gonna worry about it too much, knowing how Rin was. Besides, why would a top super star of NSR love a normal citizen of Vinyl City in the first place?

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(Request) (Fluff) Don Flamenco with S/O who’s introverted and not good at relationships

[NSFW] Don Flamenco NSFW Headcanons

DK West Relationship Headcanons

Requested by: I forgot Warnings: None Readers Gender: Gender Neutral Fanfic Type: Headcanons Fanfic Genre: Fluff Word Count: 345

• When I say this man loves his S/O, he REALLY loves them.

• He's just a total simp for his S/O, and would do (mostly) anything for them.

• Is a legit softie towards them. He just loves them that much.

• Barley yells or argues with his S/O, but sometimes he can't help it and it slips through.

• He immediately apologies if anything like that happens. He hates yelling at his S/O or making them upset in any way; especially when he’s well aware how he may be intimidating to some cause of his big tall statue. It doesn't make the situation any better in that case.

• Even then sometimes he lets his ego get out of hand, but his S/O puts him in line which he appreciates in a way. They keep him grounded from straying too far.

• If they’re willing to, West would be thrilled to teach his S/O Malaysian. He loved his culture and loved sharing it with others, after all.

• If DK West’s S/O know any languages besides English, he'd be ready and willing to learn their language(s) as well. 

• Cause he wants to learn more about his S/O, their life, and culture, just as much as he wants his S/O to learn more about his. Sharing is caring!

• Every once in a while, he'll buy his S/O gifts out of no where.

• He's not a big fan of gifts himself though as he finds quality time to be more meaningful, but he sees how much his S/O loves them and buys you things anyway. West just can’t get over how much he loves the new sudden glow on their face whenever he does.

• He does however appreciate his S/O taking the time out of their schedule to give him things too.

• West is the kind of man that prefers getting to know his S/O more and more as the days go on, and spending time with them is what he loves more then anything else in the world.

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Favourite - (Bobby X Female Reader)

Request?: ❌

Warnings: None, pure fluff and serotonin

Readers Gender: Female

Fanfic Type: Oneshot

Fanfic Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 3,740

Summary:

You’ve been the secret admirer that has been sending gifts the past couple weeks to a friend you fancied for the past while, Constable Tony Miles (aka your favourite Bobby). You couldn’t stand the locked up feeling in your chest whenever you thought of just giving him the gifts and confessing to him in person, so this was the best way for you to covey your love to him, even if he didn’t know it was you… yet. ;)

"Allo Janet!"

"Oh Y/N lovely day lovely day. What would you like help with today?" Janet asked you. She already knew what you were going to say, but she wanted to make sure.

You hesitate for a moment, pushing the package forward. "U-Um... I have a package for-"

"Desk #332, I assume?"

A blush appears on your already flushed face, nodding to the desk lady in front of you. You were honestly surprised she remembered the number. Coming here every week never got easier on your nerves since Janet already guessed about your secret crush for a particular Constable.

"Right away ma'm. The package shall be delivered by 4 AM tomorrow morning." She let you know, carefully putting the package under her desk. Janet could see your slight discomfort, sighing. "I suggest taking another dose dear you're shivering like a leaf!" She points out. "You know... you could give these to Constable Miles yourself? I doubt he'd reject your gifts. You're worrying too much dear.

You shush her, looking around. "Keep your voice down dammit."

Janet chuckles at your flustered behaviour, and of course you ignored it.

"Trust me Janet I already took one 20 minutes ago I'm not in the mood to overdose today." You joke around with her, giggling, and so does she. "Just um... loves always been a tricky subject for me, so I prefer doing this instead."

Janet nods, acknowledging your way of doing things. "Whatever works for you dear. Please sign here."

You sign the paper and there will go yet another gift you've made for the Constable.

"Thank you Y/N. Have a lovely day!"

So fucking embarrassing. Every goddamn time.

"You too Janet. Toodalo!"

Laying in bed feeling like this the past couple weeks left you sleep deprived. Not even Joy was helping your sleep oddly enough, and you never had problems with your sleep till now because of one man. If only you weren't such a wuss and just gave Constable Tony Miles the gifts yourself... but you were too embarrassed and worried to admit your feelings to him in person. You were at least relieved that Janet delivered your gifts to him under the name "secret admirer", god bless her. You'd have to do her a favour one of these days.

This aching feeling in your heart wouldn't go away. Anytime you were away from Tony nothing felt the same, not even Joy could create the same feeling as Tony does when he's around. Groaning into your pillow you lay there aching from this silly crush of yours. You decide to grab a chocolate joy pill from the side table and swallow it, feeling tingles up and down your spin from the new dose of joy in your systems. You forget what you were thinking about momentary, then you speculate why your heart was aching for and go back to thinking about Tony. Not even your happy pill was going to save you from this.

You began to feel tired a bit afterward, relaxing your muscles snuggling into your clean sheets. You felt yourself almost dosing off till a knock was hear from your front door. You lift your head up your pillow from the sound, laying back down thinking it was just your mind playing tricks on you til you heard yet another knock, firmer this time. Of course hearing an unexpected knock at your door this late sent you in a fit of a panic when you were just about to fall asleep. With an annoyed groan you reach over to grab your robe putting it on typing the string around yourself. You stand up and head to your front door to grab your weapon that was leaning against the wall. On your way sneaking down the stairs each step creaked, making you cringe, but you were still attentive looking around to make sure no one was in your home.

You make it to your front door to hear another gentle knock. No murderer or someone trying to break in wouldn't make themselves known... so who could it be? Maybe it was Foggy Jack trying to trick you? Your best bet was to check through the eye hole at your front door to see who it actually was. With hesitation and a tighter grip on your weapon, you take a peep in the eye hole to see... a Bobby? The ever so familiar gas mask of a regular Constable with the bright ass headlight on the helmet blinding you slightly. You hiss from the light slight blinding you for a minute, looking away momentarily to regain your eye sight. Blinking a few times, you look back in the eye hole to see that the Constable seemed to be waiting patiently by the way he crossed his arms, looking around. Where you in trouble? But how could you when you've been a regular citizen following the rules not causing any trouble? Only way to find out was to open the door and ask.

You sigh, putting down your weapon against the wall. Moving your hand to the door knob, you hesitate, but you knew the Constable would most likely kick the door down if you didn't open the door. Turning the doorknob slightly, you feel your heart pump against your chest and heard it in your ears. Breathing through your nose with a plastered smile on your features even if you were a tad fearful, you open the door fully. You could see the Constable was the same height as you, so it’s not your typical Bobby.

"Hello dear Constable." You greet him, yawning into your hand. "I never expected a Constable to be here at my door step at this hour. Is there a problem?" You ask curiously with your voice low, leaning your weight against the door.

The Constable looked at you shaking his head, tipping his hat to greet you to show he wasn't at all threating. "Not at all ma'm. If you don't mind may I come in?" The Constable asked, his voice muffled by the gas mask.

You couldn't tell if it was a Constable you knew or not due to the gas mask. Before you let him in, you ask: “Of course, but I'd like to know who I'm letting into my home this time of night."

You see he doesn't hesitate to nod, reaching behind his head to unclip the straps of the gas mask he wore. After a minute he takes it off his face to reveal himself, and you immediately recognized who the Constable was. Your face starts flushing a light red, your eyes widen in surprise.

"Allo Y/N." The handsome Constable greets you in almost a purr, a soft smile plastering his features.

Tony was... here? Right now as you speak? Why was he here? You must of been dreaming. Since you weren't wearing your mask he could obviously see your blush, but you do your best to ignore the thought of it. You felt embarrassed not recognizing him at first.

"Oh Tony what a lovely surprise get in here it's cold!" You pushed yourself to say feeling flustered, grabbing his hand to drag him inside.

Bringing him inside your home you hear his chuckle at your amusement, letting himself get dragged by you. Tony closed the door behind him, putting his gas mask onto your dresser you had beside the door. As you head to the kitchen to brew some tea for the both of you, Tony unclips his helmet placing it beside his gas mask, he sighs as he takes in a deep breathe. He felt claustrophobic in that damn gas mask of his, but it was required to wear it during night shifts after all.

You peak out from your kitchen to see him looking at the little mirror that was hanging on the wall fixing his pitch black hair. You chuckle seeing him try to fix his spiked up hair caused from his helmet. You roll your eyes at what you were seeing. He was always so picky about his hair.

"Tea will be ready in a bit if you want any." You chimed in, motioning your hand for him to come over, but he seemed too distracted he didn’t hear nor respond to you. Seeing this you roll your eyes: “Come sit down already your hair is fine silly.”

Making your way to your living room and getting comfortable on your sofa, you hear Tony mumble something you couldn't quite hear, something along the lines of an apology. By the looks of things he obliged when he followed your lead. You expected him to sit on the chair beside your sofa, yet you didn’t expect him to sit right next to you with no hesitation. You body stiffens from the sudden touch of his uniform that rubbed against your robe, and Tony didn't seem to mind being this close to you. After a long pause of silence, you figure out what to say;

"So T-Tony how's work tonight?" You ask the best you could without stuttering- "I hear downers have been more prominent in this area. Keeping safe I hope?"

Tony stretched his aching bones before answering your question, putting his hands behind his head getting himself comfortable.

"Eh, like the usual." He shrugged. "Kinda boring since there hasn't been a single downer in sight I could beat their bloody skull in, so I thought to myself I should check up on ya since I got nothing betta to do. I didn't expect you to be the type to stay up at this hour."

You turned your focus to your rug to avoid his gaze, humming and nodding in agreement. You could feel him inch himself closer to you making your body go more stiff. This wasn't like him to be close to anyone. He wasn't a “physical touch” type of guy.

"I see..." You mumble under your breathe- "I'm not usually, but tonight I am. I'm feeling a bit restless."

Tony hums. Deep down inside his concern for you grew on him. You've told him about this before, but it's been becoming more frequent. He wouldn't tell you straight to your face but the thought of you being unwell gets him feeling anxious. At the moment he felt his chest tighten up, but he of course tried to brush off the feeling.

"So why are you really here though besides having nothing to do on the job?" You chuckled, finally looking at him.

You see him hesitate, looking to the side for a momentarily, his green eyes darting toward you then elsewhere. He seemed nervous about telling you his real reason on why he wanted to see you. It’s not like this wasn’t the first time he’s visited you during his shift, but the situation of the room somehow… more tense. You schooch a bit to give him space, patiently waiting. You hear him sigh, his voice sounding like it was shaking. Tony moves his white gloves to his mask taking it off. He placed it on the small table beside him, looking toward you with a flustered smile.

Right before your eyes like a dream, you finally get to see his face without his mask. You’ve dreamt about what he’d look like, and wow did he look way more handsome then he did in your head.

It’s a well known thing after all that Constable's never take their masks off in front of rarely anybody, and this was your first time experiencing this. Feeling honoured, (and the feeling of passing out from how flustered you were), you examine his face further. He had a couple cute moles under his right eye, slightly darkened eye bags due to his line of work, slight tanlines on his face from his face mask, and a more so slimmer face then most. His full complexion was... way more then you thought I'd be. With or without a mask, he was still extremely attractive to you. Realizing this you knew in this moment that your crush wasn’t simply a thing that’d pass over, you truly loved this man for all he’s worth. Your eyes stayed glued to his as his eyes did the same. Tony wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to show you his face at first, but seeing how your didn't look away and continued to admire him, he knew he felt safe making the right choice for you to be the first person to see his face.

Tony noticed your smile widened ever so slighty, your face gentle and welcoming with a blush from your cheeks to your ears.

The way you were looking at him right now honestly made him feel flustered and nervous to tell you what he originally came here for. With you looking so cute and precious how could he tell you?

"Um..." Tony stutters, rubbing the back of his head. "I..." He stops himself, taking his time to process what he was going to tell you, but you being so cute was distracting him. He was acting like a complete utter love struck imbecile.

You not knowing his true feelings, he was very much in love with you as you were in love with him. He just hide it from you. Moving his hand to his forehead, looking down, he sighs, closing his eyes for a moment. The tension was high between the both of you, and you were still confused about what was happening.

"Tony?" You ask, almost encouraging him to tell you what’s on his mind.

You move a hand to his shoulder as a way to comfort him. If you had to be honest, seeing him like this was ever so precious in your eyes you couldn't stop smiling like the love struck fool you were. Tony feeling your gentle touch on his shoulder, his body leaned against your touch. With a pleased hum, he moved his hand from his forehead, turning his attention to you, moving himself completely against you. Tony grasped your hand from his shoulder. Gently, he moved his mouth the back of your palm toward his lips, closing his eyes in bliss. You on the other hand…. You were in complete awe.

With a precious smile, he smiles against your hand not looking away from you even once. The stuttering mess he was a second ago was replaced with a man much more confidence. Not even joy would fixture up such a natural smile, let alone confidence like this.

"Remember about the person I told you about that's been leaving me gifts at the station for the past couple weeks yeah?" Tony asked cheekily, already knowing your answer.

Your heart sunk hearing that, your nerves going into hyper drive. Did he figure out it was you? How did he figure it out you wondered. All you did was nod.

Tony felt you tense up from his question. So his colleagues theories where indeed correct as well as his. He didn't believe them at first til he started noticing a pattern when getting the said gifts. The mailman would drop off the gift at his desk before work hours around 4 AM. He'd go to work around 5 AM to see the gift neatly placed beside his desk lamp like this morning. I would be the same time right on the dot. Tony felt incredibly grateful for the gifts and the notes included giving him positive affirmations and how much the admirer loved his qualities. Sometimes the notes were poems. Even if he wasn't a literature type of man he took the time to understand what they meant truly. He was honestly flattered someone took the time out of their day to do this for him. Things began to piece together after some subtle signs from you. Examples being how you spoke and write like, why you sort of been stand offish toward him the past couple weeks. It just had to be you.

"It took me some time to figure it out, but there's no need to hide anything from me anymore love. I'm quite flattered you admire me this much." Tony mumbled against your hand. "I had a feeling it was you, but I just wanted to be sure before I brought it up..."

You almost choke on your own spit. You swore someone must have told him. He's always been dense as hell when it comes to anything related to love. You continue to not say anything though. What could you even say to all this? Your eyes avert from his feeling trapped. You had to say something. You look ridiculous just saying nothing after all.

"I- well-" Your stuttering ended when Tony leaned lower and lower to your face. You began to bite the inside of your cheek.

The heat and smell radiating from him set you off. You felt paralyzed in his gentle caresses, your eyes fluttering from his touch letting out a sigh. From your reactions alone made Tony's hardened heart soften, your stubborn wall finally breaking down within seconds of his touch. Tony moved his white-gloved hands onto the sides of your face, titling it to the side to leave a loving kiss on your cheek. He wasn't sure if he was doing this all right as he hasn't expressed any woman his feelings like this in years, but by how your hands gently grasped his suit told him you were accepting his affection.

Relishing in the feeling, Tony pulled away momentarily only to go in for another kiss, then another. Another kiss lead to another till Tony was flat out giving you butterfly kisses. You try to push him away; not because you didn't enjoy his affection, but you weren't sure how much you could take til you couldn't take it anymore.

"T-Tony-"

He stops right as you said his name, worried he went too far of expressing his feelings for you. You breath stutters. These feelings you've held onto your friend for months finally let loose. Quickly draping your arms around his thick neck, you pull his lips down to yours in a fit of cute aggression. Thinking he fucked up his chance with the wonderful woman he's slowly fallen for, the flustered Constable indeed was shocked but happy.

Tony practically melted into you. He couldn't stop smiling. This was one of the greatest relieves he finally got off his chest, but he never expected you to pull off the first move to actually kiss him on the lips, but he wasn't complaining. He loved your new found confidence. The way you kissed him told him that no words were needed for you to tell him that yes, you've been sending gifts all this time expressing your love through the gifts and notes alone.

All you could taste was the new black berry joy on his lips. It was honestly quite an addictive taste you couldn't get enough of. This just felt… right, felt right to be holding him like this, loving him like this, but unfortunately you needed to breathe. You pull away with a heavy breathe, looking at Tony for a short moment before tucking your face into his neck out of embarrassment. As Tony did some heavy breathing of his own from the ever so passionate kiss, he doesn't hesitate to hold you in his embrace, the smell of lavender hits his nose.

Finally opening his eyes, he notices something out of your living room window... two bobbies. He knew exactly who those two men were, his buddies Constable Harvey and Constable Jack basically cheering for him. Now Tony felt a bit too exposed for his own comfort, accidentally tightening his grip on you.

"Everything ok?" You ask, pushing against his chest to face him.

Tony sees his lads sending thumbs up to him before walking away. They'll probably embarrass him about this later tomorrow if they remember, but they weren’t important right now. He had you to worry about.

Tony moved a hand to your neck playing with thebits of hair. "Ah sorry love it's nothing. Did I hurt you?"

All you do is laugh, patting his chest. "If you say so." You stand up heading to the kitchen- "You could never hurt me dear. I'm not that fragile. Now get in here before the tea grows cold!'

You were already using lovely nicknames that made his heart flutter with love. What did he deserve to get attention from such a lovely lady such as you that loved him just as much as he loved you? Tony snapped out of his ever endless thoughts of love for you when you ruffle his hair. He didn't even hear you come back in.

"C'mon lover boy it's still piping hot." You wink at him grabbing his hands in yours. You see him flush nodding as he followed you to your kitchen. It smelt of sweet mint, his favourite.

Before you could grab the teapot to pour each others tea in your lovely tea cups, you feel a set of arms hugging your waist and a light kiss on the back of your neck.

"I love ya Y/N. So so much." You hear him muffle against you neck behind you, slightly rocking the both of you.

You giggle from this. This was unexpected. A stern man acting overly affectionate and soft toward someone like you. You were in absolute paradise. Maybe your actions weren't in vain.

Placing your hands ontop of his, you lean your head back against his touch. "I love ya too, Tony, you sweet thing." You admit shyly.

All you hear from Tony was a muffle groan. "We both know who's the sweet thing here darling..."

You shush him and proceed to pour your guys tea. You notice he hasn't let you go yet...

"...Tony our tea-"

"A minute love..." He cuts you off holding you tighter in his embrace.

All you do is roll your eyes as you accept his love. You never would have thought he's been waiting for this moment as much as you did. You worried for nothing over your silly crush on your now Constable boyfriend. With your new found lover you knew you'd sleep peacefully tonight, even if he had to head back out for his work shift soon.

Now That's How You Beat A Downa! - (Bobby X Female Reader)

Requested by: Nobody

Warnings: Murder and violence.. someeeewhat descriptive wording of the said violence.

Readers Gender: Female

Fanfic Type: Oneshot

Fanfic Genre: ehh idk, after said violence gets fluffy after

Word Count: 2,117

"Lovely day for it miss!"

"You look lovely today miss!"

You felt yourself blush from the random compliments you got from citizens around town as you walked down the street. Everyone there loved telling each other compliments. You weren't one of those people, when really you hated them. Not because you were a downer, goodness no. You just got flustered easily and didn't know how to take compliments too well.

You see, you has always been a shy women since you were a small pea, and that got some people suspicious because of it. Even the bobbies thought something was up. Of course you explained to the best of your ability that you were definitely not a downer, and never will be.

You were quite a gentle woman and never yelled at anyone, even if you were defending anyone. You thought discussing the problem is better then yelling at each other. Your parents taught you that from a young age.

You worked at a retirement home in Maiden Home. You always got along with older folk anyway, so why not get a job involved around it? Even if the job didn't pay well you still enjoyed the job very much. The con of it all was some of the old ladies would tease you from time to time, making you flustered and you would start stuttering like mad. They didn't mean no harm and you knew that too well. They were just having their fun.

Speaking of Maiden Home you were currently heading to Maiden Home to work. You lived in Wellington Wells, so you needed to walk to work which you didn't mind at all. Exercise is important after all! You hummed as you walked through the streets, smiling and saying "lovely day for it!" to people that walked past you. You were all fine and dandy until you felt someone sneak behind you and grab your arm harshly, putting something sharp against your neck. You screamed in fear and people around you gasped at the scene.

"Nobody move!" The stranger announced to the small crowd- "Or else this youngling gets to be beheaded!" The stranger shouted out, gripping your arm with his mostly likely disgusting nails. Whilst you hiss in pain you could see the crowd frantically panicking like any other citizen would do.

"Downa! Someone get the police!"

"HELP! HELP! THAT POOR DEARY IS IN GRAVE DANGA! SOME ONE CALL THE CONSTABLES!"

Most of the panicked citizens ran away in fear, leaving you with mostly no help whatsoever. Seeing this didn't make you reassured you wouldn't survive this situation. God you wished you could take more joy right about now... No dammit there's no time to worry about that. You just couldn't stand here and do nothing you'd be dead in the next matter of seconds!

In the moment you thought over what you could do to escape the downers grasp. Your best bet right now was to kick him right in the baby maker. All you needed was a distraction to make this work. To your luck though you heard blown whistles come from the right of you. You sigh in relief seeing the bobbies arrive.

"Ya downa bastard let the lass go or else!" One of the shorter bobbies threatened the downer with his baton in hand.

The older downer rolled his eyes not really caring for the bobbies threat, cackling mentally. "Not until you let the gates open for the rest of us. We want our freedom back!"

The group of bobbies didn't give two fucks about what the downer had to say and ignored his "deal". It didn't mean fuck all to the blokes. All they cared about was how to help get the filthy downer off of you without him hurting you in anyway. They thought over their options carefully, but they had to be fast. Luckily for you they helped your plan into action.

Bingo. A distraction.

With the newfound bravery you smirk ever wider

lifting your leg to kick the man's baby maker, making him cry out in pain and drop the knife he held you hostage with. You go to pick it up while he gasp in pain, running toward the man to kick him down while he's weak, aimed the knife into his forehead without thinking with all your strength. The man scream in agony trying to push you off but you only continued to stab his head that was gushing of blood and brain tissue

The bobbies lowered their batons and stared in shock of what you just did seeing the massacre that just occurred. You stop after a bit breathing heavily throwing the knife to the side standing up kicking the dead bastard that laid before you.

You took a moment to pause to look at the scene below you. You felt... almost thrilled? You thought anyone would after killing a downer, but it wasn't even for that reason. A new sense of blood thirst it felt like. Whatever it was you felt wrong in every way possible, and now your whole dress and mask were ruined by blood and brain matter.

You forgot the bobbies were even with you in the first place til you hear this coming toward you. You had this feeling in your mind that you were in trouble, but how could you be when this was how things were here? Turning around you quickly tried to come up with an explanation to what you just done.

"A-Alright Constables I-I'm-" You stuttered out in fear, lifting your hands up. "I'm never like this- I don't know-"

"Blimey! Now that's how you beat a downa lady!" One of the bobbies exclaimed approaching you. It was the shorter Bobby. He seemed too thrilled to see the blood massacre to your liking. Noticing the downers body he crouched down to look at the downers now destroyed forehead. "Whoa you'd need a lot of strength to do that... impressive." He points out like he was complementing you.

You didn't know how to take it to be honest.

"That was brilliant! Roight in the head there good job we can take it from here!" Another bobby complemented on your "fine" work patting your shoulder with a wild grin. All you do is laugh sheepishly, stepping away from the bobbies.

"Thank you thank you my good sir's, but I must head home now take care!" You tried laughing it off and walk off but you bump into one of the taller bobbies chest by accidental.

"Sorry there missy you alroight?" The kind Constable asked.

You turn around quickly and all you see was the uniform of the Constable. Backing up you could already tell he was half your height just by looking at the attractive Constable, a somewhat familiar Constable that had such an lovely voice too. You swore you met this Constable before, but you couldn't remember his name.

The Constable notices the remaining blood on your clothes. He knew he couldn't do much to clean it expect your mask, so he bent down on his knee.

"Sorry if this seems off putting, but you got some... blood on ya mask still. Ya mind if I wipe it at least some of it off?" He asks kindly pulling out a cloth.

What a kind gesture from a man such as himself. He probably had better things to do then this but here he was being ever so kind so how could you deny the gesture from one of the men that technically help you save your life? With hesitancy you allow him;

"O-Of course Constable! I have a few hours left till I got to go to work anyways." You explain, reassuring the officer of the law. "And it's... kind of hard for me to see anyway, so thank you."

The Constable chuckles from your response,  starting to wipe your mask. "Of course."

He tried as hard as he could to clean it, but a simple rag wouldn't do much. As long as you could see that'd be enough for you to get home safely in his mind. Whilst wiping down the blood off your mask he looked past you to see the downers body being carried by one of his colleague. You saw him cringe a bit from this.

"Jesus, you... really killed him real good aye?" The Constable joked with you to ease your nerves, but you decide not to respond. He could tell him joking about it wasn't going to help so he moved onto something else.

"So tell me miss."

You turn your gaze into his blu- wait. They were brown. Interesting. His eyes were bloody brown. How rare to see something like that on a Constable. Brown was a much gentle kinder colour then the regular piercing blue eyes of the majority of the Constables had.

"I'm surprised you pulled that off. From afar it looked like the downa had a tight grip on ya."

You rubbed your arm shyly with a chuckle "Well Constable, I saw an opportunity to strick when he got distracted by you and your lads. Simple enough."

He hummed at your answer, nodding. "That makes sense. You're one tough cookie when ya can be shy bee."

You feel your cheeks start to flush from the silly nickname brushing it off like you didn't hear it.

"What is your name anyways? You seem familiar to me. I just can't quite remember..." The Constable asks curiously tilting his head. He sounded genuine.

"It's Y/N, my good sir, and thank you." You introduce yourself with a smile.

The Constable seemed to perk up hearing your name. He smiled before removing the rag off your mask. It seemed like in no time at all at least half the blood was cleaned off to his surprise. "Y/N... oh that's right now I remember. You work at Maiden Home yea?"

"That's indeed right Constable, but I'm curious as to how you guessed?" You ask him teasingly, and he seems to get a little defensive.

"I ain't no stalker miss I promise. I just overhead the old ladies talking about ya, is all, and from some of the lads too. They all say you're really kind and of course they're right about that." He says quickly in his defensive, feeling flustered, but all you do is roll your eyes at him.

"You really think my first thought was that you were a stalker? Oh please." Your attitude turned sarcastic seeing his reaction. It was almost too cute not to mess with him- "Word can get around sometimes, but I didn't know such good things were being said about me how charming!"

The Constable sighs in relief now standing up, nodding. "You're a real cheeky one Y/N, but due to my line of work I must continue from here; but not without returning you home safe and sound first with the news of downas running about today." He presents his arm to you leaning forward. "I don't think I can handle seeing you in harms way again ma'am, and I really don't want you to go to work looking like bloody marry all day. Since I know people will freak out seeing your clothes all drenched I know a safer route to get ya back home."

You were shocked at such an offer. It was an offer you didn't want to refuse as you felt safe and comfortable with this particular Constable. You reach an arm out to wrap your hand around his arm with a chuckle.

"I'll gladly take your offer Constable thank you so much, but you really don't have to do this."

"Oh but I want to ma'am. It's my job to protect the citizens of this fine city after all." The Constable states as you two began to walk toward the back of the city. It would be a bit before this egging question got the best of you, but you just had to ask.

"This might sound a bit intruding, but you also look familiar to me as well, and I'd like to know the Constable that helped with my mask. What's ya name Constable?" You ask in a genuine way, you didn't want to seem rude after all.

The Constable then stopped to look down at you with a cheeky smile. "It's Constable Tommy ma'am."

You couldn't help but smile wider from his smile. It was ever so charming as you two began walking again. "Constable Tommy... a lovely name for a man in service."

You couldn't tell, but the Constable began to flush under his mask from your lovely complement, looking away from this unannounced feeling in his heart.

"Righto ma'am, righto..."