Art by Ryou_Sakai
!Gang Leader!Calliope Mori x !Gender Neutral!Reader x !Gang Leader!Gawr Gura
I said to myself I would do Fubuki's chapter, I said I would do it before this chapter fully grappled on to my brain. And what am I doing? I am writing the chapter that has grappled on to my brain... (It's not my fault I'm mushy over the Q music video and the outfits Calli and Gura wear.)
(This chapter is so so so late because I got stuck between school work, Girl's Frontline and Holocure, but I am now free for a little under two weeks so I'm hopefully gonna chew through these requests).
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It was a normal day for you. Just winding your way through the somewhat busy streets, heavy bags of groceries in either hand as you pursed your lips and let your thoughts travel.
'Gura's gonna want salmon for dinner... again. Calli's gonna argue against it, but unless I put my foot down she'll eventually cave' You mused, briefly thinking of your two girlfriends and what they might be doing right now.
'Knowing their antics, Gura's probably beating the stuffing out of some poor shmuck that owed her money and Calli's probably terrorising a puppy-kicker' You rounded the corner into a well-lit alley. It was a shortcut you'd usually walk with either one of your girlfriends, cracking jokes while walking hand in hand, just enjoying the moment.
The walls were covered in tags and graffiti art, mostly depictions of blue sharks standing out against stark, red waves. Orange figures standing in neat rows with glinting axes raised above their heads, all eyes upon one figure standing above the rest.
Gawr Gura, better known as The Shark to her cronies and pretentious neighbourhood snobs and edgy teens that crowded the streets.
Despite her feral appearance and almost insane look, you knew damn well that hidden behind her predatory mask she was a lovable goof with a heart of gold and a slightly questionable sense of humour that never failed to make you crack a smile.
Then, of course, there was her rival, Calliope Mori. She was probably closer and more chummy with her Deadbeats than Gura was with her Chumbuds, but she could be twice as scary if she wanted to be.
But, much like Gura, she had a sweet, goofy and downright dorky personality. Someone who put others before herself and someone who loved to indulge a bit too much in her dollar store red wine. It was kind of endearing once you got used to it.
Then there was the teeny weeny fact that all three of you were dating and that the rivalry between the two was nothing more than just play fighting. The battles between the two were nothing more than sparring to keep their skills sharp. And, of course, their Chumbuds and Deadbeats didn't need to know that itty bitty fact, did they?
You just hummed contentedly, swinging your bags back and forth in boredom as you slowly neared the end of the alley. You could almost see the apartment building you lived in from here. Or at least, you could've, if it weren't for the fact you were quickly tugged further back into the alleyway again.
"Well, lookie what we got here," You cursed under your breath, slowly turning around only to come face to face with a pointed snout.
Dark eyes stared into your own, long whiskers brushing slightly against your forehead as the person- well, shrimp, in question readied an axe threatening in your direction. The sun shined against their stark orange plated armour, turning a warm, blue colour as it danced along their trench coats.
"I think I remember something about Shark needing some extra cash," They chuckled, turning to the two other shrimp behind them as they nodded. The trio shared a look between themselves, all while you felt your fear slowly rising. In your mind, you tried to reason that these were normal people. Outside of gang hours, they probably had normal lives. Like, the dude in front of you could have a wife and kids and joining Gura's gang could've been the only way he could get money. Or he could be a jackass that enjoyed bullying people. One of two.
Either way, you couldn't really see a way out of this situation without being bullied out of your month's paycheque, groceries and possibly one of your limbs without some severe deus ex machina.
And that deus ex machina came in the form of a small, blue powerhouse dual-wielding pistols at a frightening speed.
With a mighty 'hoocha!' the first shrimp was knocked over and out cold. The other two raised their axes in retaliation, but upon being met with the twin barrels of Left and Right (Gura's guns. She named in accordance to which hand she uses but often forgot which was which).
The two shrimps looked at each other before fleeing the scene, apologies spewing from their mouths without a second thought.
Finally, a moment to breathe.
"Y'alright?" The Atlantean moseyed her way over to you, a slight swagger in her step as she gave you a lazy smile.
"My pride's a little bruised along with my groceries, but I think I'll live," You returned the look, motioning to the food and household items that were scattered around the alley like pieces of lego.
The shark tutted as she switched the safety on, holstering her two weapons before hiding them in her overcoat.
"Say, don't think I've seen you 'round here," She flashed you a smirk as she flirted. "I think I would remember someone who looks as good as you do."
"Oh, you flatter me, Sharky. But I'm sorry to say I am taken," The shark tutted at your response, looking downcast for a second before a grin spread across her face again.
"Well, whoever they are, they sure are lucky to have someone like you," The two of you started walking back in the direction of the store.
"Aw shucks, you flatter me," You paused for a moment, "in fact, one of 'em looks suspiciously like you, y'know? Same hair, same eyes, same smug grin," You counted the similarities on your fingers.
"She's even as small as you are, too. Not even tall enough to sit outside of a booster seat*," Gura playfully punched your arm, her tail lashing behind her as the two of you shared a laugh.
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The cool air of the supermarket was a stark difference from the summer-like heat outside. You and Gura breathed a sigh of relief as you snagged a cart. Gura insisted on riding in it like a child, her tail wagging back and forth happily as you carted her around.
It was only as you passed by the liquor aisle did Gura's tail stop and her eyes narrowed. She still had an overly excited and giddy smile on her face, though.
You paused and peered around to see who or what had caught her attention. Immediately, you felt a similar smile growing on your own face.
Waist-length hair looked rather messy, like she'd gone on another three-day work bender and had only seen the light of day about an hour ago. She wore her usual getup; a dark shirt, dark suit pants and her overcoat that reached the back of her knees.
The moment you wheeled the half-full cart into the aisle, Calli flickered her gaze just above the rim of her sunglasses and smiled as she caught sight of you and Gura.
The two gang leaders quickly put their public masks up, steeling their expressions as their smiles drew into thin lines and their eyes narrowed. You, however, just gave her a friendly wave.
"Fancy seein' you here, Reaper," You came to stop at her side. Gura dug her nails into the side of the cart, giving Calli a look that seemed to say 'I want to rip your guts out, but (name) will yell at me if I do'. You and Calli really knew it meant something like 'You're perfect and I love both of you, but for public appearances, I have to look like I hate you even though it hurts'.
"I could say the same. Thought you already went shopping?" Calli's high heels clicked against the floor as she closed the distance between you two. She ruffled Gura's hair, giving her a quick glance and a smile before looking back at you.
"Long story," You shrugged.
"I beat people up," Gura looked almost too innocent to say that, but you could see the violence behind her dark eyes.
"Eh, I got time, specially when it comes to you two," You started strolling down the aisle, shark in cart and reaper walking beside you. Both you and Gura recounted the story that happened not one hour ago, though the Atlantean had much more energy when it came to her part.
You just happily watched them, occasionally pausing to grab an item off the shelf. It was always nice to see your girlfriends get along so well. Usually, they were forced to be at each other's throats in the street, guns blazing and blade flashing as their gangs clashed. But at places like your home, they could be themselves.
The scene played out so vividly in your mind's eye. Gura stretched out on Calli's lap like an oversized cat, switch in hand as she played some sort've rhythm game like she was the god of her world. You would be napping against Calli's side, snoozing in the afternoon sun as the reaper scribbled away in her notebook. All while a tasty pot of something would be simmering on the stove, ready to be served for dinner.
The moment you zoned back in, you managed to catch the tail end of Gura complaining about not being allowed baby food. Something about not needing to chew it? You just shook it off.
"All the prices here are so fucking expensive," Calli cursed under her breath, placing whatever she was looking at back where she found it. Gura scoffed from her position in the cart.
"You kiss your partner with that mouth, Stinky?" She flashed her sharp teeth in a big smile. Calli lowered her sunglasses, giving her a look halfway between hidden amusement and a glare.
"Yeah, and I kiss yours with it, too," She flicked her sunglasses back into position with a smug grin.
"Oh yeah? You want me to kiss you with this mouth?" Gura leaned out of the shopping cart, almost causing it to capsize as her tail started thrashing. Calli leered at her, stooping down to the shark's level to stare her in the eye.
"Bring it on, shortstack!" You quickly waved a hand between their faces.
"Cut it out till we get home, yeah? Either that or get a room cause I still have shopping to do," Gura leaned back and whistled innocently. Calli ruffled her hair again before nudging you playfully in the ribs.
"Okay, we get it, save all the mushy stuff for later so we can fully enjoy it. Got it. Anyway, I gotta grab some more ramen," The reaper finger-gunned you and Gura until she backed out of the aisle. You and Gura shared a look before finishing your shopping.
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"Hey, can you lift your feet?" You shuffled your feet around, letting Calli sit next to you on the couch. You could hear Gura humming joyfully in the background, stirring away at whatever stew she had concocted after you got home.
The afternoon sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting you perfectly in warm sun rays that lulled you into a drowsy state. The tv was replaying an old movie that you'd completely lost the plot to roughly ten minutes ago. Calli shuffled around till she was comfortable before placing your feet on her lap, letting you stretch out fully.
The moment was only complete after Gura returned to the two of you. She was just small enough to curl up next to you, her head resting on Calli's lap as her tail pressed into your side, radiating a comfortable warmth.
You felt a peaceful smile splay out on your face, and at that moment you slipped into a quiet rest.
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*I looked up how tall someone has to be to move from a booster seat to a regular seat, and where I am you have to be 145cm tall. Our Goomba here is only 141cm tall. Therefore, where I am, Gura would legally have to ride in a booster seat if she were to ever travel by car. That is all.