Requested by: Poggersbitches

A/N: A Celestia x Hyper Reader but with a twist.

SMALL WARNINGS: There is a bit of cursing and rude language in this fic. Such as name calling and swear words. Plus some added sexual innuendos for pure fun. Other than that though, this fic is pretty much PG-13.

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"Could you be my good luck charm for me, darling?"

"Whatever you want, mistress..."

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"Woahhh, everything looks so fancy!"

Celeste chuckled at your obvious excitement and held you closer against her side. The rich satin of your expensive dress brushing up against her, as she wrapped an arm around your waist to show clear possession over you as her wife. "Yes, well, they don't call it The Serpent's Coven for nothing."

"And we're playing here, tonight?" you clarified excitedly. Your wife smiling and whispering into your ear lowly.

"Indeed. Watch your back however, dearest. The people here aren't the nicest around..."

Your eyes trailed over to the crowds of not-so-friendly looking patrons smoking outside of the casino. Some of them looking like straight up mafia members due to their intimidating tattoos and prescience. "Are those gangsters?" you whispered into her ear, the corners of your mouth quirking up into a thin smile. 

"Seems like it. Don't be afraid however, princess. I'm sure nothing bad will happen if everyone behaves..." 

Despite this, Celestia grinned and held your hand comfortingly. A dark look in her eyes as she whispered blissfully into your ear, "But if something were to go wrong. I'll let you have your fun."

At those words, you felt your body sky rocket with excitement. A giddy look in your eyes as you bounced on your heels like a child. "Really? I can actually do it here?"

Your wife shrugged and smirked at your obvious happiness. "Why not? The Serpent's Coven is known for hiding the darkest of crimes. Whatever happens behind those doors, stays behind those doors. That's why it's so famous among gangsters and criminals."

You could hardly control your smile as you broke off from Celestia's side to go rush into the casino. Your wife chuckling at your adorableness that hid the dark intentions you had for the worst case scenario. 

Before you could rush in however, you were stopped by a rather large and bulky bouncer. Who's muscles seemed to weigh more than your head from the looks of things.

"Hold it kid, this is a private institution. Who're you with?" 

"Huh? I'm with my wife, Celestia Ludenberg!"

"Hmpf. The infamous Miss Ludenberg? Like I'd believe that. Now scram. This is a place for adults."

"Wha-- I am an adult!"

"Likewise."

Your hyperactive tendencies never really made you look mature in anyone's eyes. This, mixed in with your childishness sometimes, made you look like a college kid fresh out of university. A college kid that definitely did not belong in a high-established, dark underground casino.

You pouted at your denied entry. About to reach for something near your thigh, when a dark and velvety voice spoke up.

"Princess, is something the matter?"

The bouncer flinched when he heard your wife's voice trail over the tip of her tongue. The bold woman strutting up to stand right beside you, linking her arm with yours and shooting the bouncer with a dissatisfied look. "Are you denying my wife entry?  she narrowed her eyes.

"N-No ma'am..." the bouncer bowed submissively. A bead of cold sweat sliding down his neck, as he moved out of the way to open the door. 

"Good...please don't be rude to her again, or you will face the consequences."

You smiled pridefully at your wife's side. The two of you moving in to enter, but not before you turned around and blew a raspberry at the bouncer. Who looked irritated from the immaturity and childishness you gave him while walking inside. 

"Son of a--"

You giggled and watched as he did nothing. I mean, he really couldn't do anything to you, as you were the wife of Celestia Ludenberg herself. Queen of the gambling world both above and underground. 

"Thank you for protecting me, Celeste," you gushed lovingly at your wife.

"Anyone who dares disrespect my princess needs to know their place. I was only doing what was needed, darling." She kissed the top of your head and gently led you towards the private gambling rooms of the casino. Walking past wealthy looking patrons getting tipsy over the fine wine served at the establishment. 

"So many things to do here..." you mused in wonderment, looking over the various games set out across the gambling hall, "Are those people playing strip poker?!"

Celeste smirked at your blushing face. Watching as you stared in amusement at the various gambles going on across the main room. "Seems like it, my love. Though, I'm sure that strip poker game won't be as entertaining as ours later tonight..."

You giggled mischievously at her words and lightly flicked your wife's bare shoulder teasingly. "That's so dirty Celeste...my God..."

"Only for you, princess..." Celestia trailed off. Growing silent once she reached her esteemed gambling room. "Here we are. My set gamble for tonight."

"Woahh...even the door handles are shaped like snakes. This casino really likes their theme, huh?"

Celeste chuckled at your child-like analysis. "It appears so."

Pulling the door open, you were greeted with the sight of two scary-looking men covered head to toe in dark, menacing tattoos. They glared at you from their seats as smoke from their cigarettes filled the air in a looming cloud of grey. Your throat gagging at the stench as you fanned your hand away from the smoke in an effort to breathe.

'Gangsters...' you noted, coughing into your arm.

"Gentlemen, please be a dear and out your cigarettes? My darling can't stand the smell of smoke sometimes, you know?"

"Tch. Weak ass women..."

They jabbed their cigarettes into the the table and left an ashy burn mark embedded into the wood. Snarking out a pitiful laugh as Celeste took a seat at the opposite end of the table. With you standing right beside her. 

"Darling," she muttered under her breath before the game started, "You don't have to stand, you know."

"I wish I didn't, but there aren't any other chairs."

"Is that so..." Celeste smiled and leaned back in her chair with grace. "Well, I can't have my precious Y/N standing all day. That's no way to treat a princess."

You knew what was coming, and blushed when you saw your darling patting her lap for you to sit in. It was a known fact between the two of you that Celeste loved having you sit on her whenever you were gambling. As she liked cuddling you right in front of the other players to show her collected calmness and wealth.

"Don't be shy, princess." Celeste ushered quietly, a wolfish grin cracking at her lips, "Come, sit."

"Yes ma'am," you smiled bashfully, plopping down right on top of her lap and burying your face into the crook of her neck. The smell of dark, rosy perfume making you relax in Celestia's arms. 

Soon enough, the game began once the dealer had entered the room. A well known dice game called 'Craps' being the main staple of your entertainment tonight. 

"Hmm...a luck game..." Celeste pondered aloud, smirking down at you in her lap. "Could you be my good luck charm for me, darling?"

"Whatever you want, mistress..."

You felt your mouth twitch at the sight of the two men in your peripheral vision. The gangsters stirring at the distraction like twitching bugs under a hot magnifying glass. Truly, you could see that your little play was distracting them. 

"Horny sluts..." one of them grumbled. Rolling the dice forward to determine the outcome of the game.

"Aww, are you getting turned on by two ridiculously hot women beating you?" you giggled childishly. Your wife smiling at your taunting voice as you continued to tease and bully the other players during the game. 

"Shut it bitch. A dainty thing like you wouldn't even last five minutes in this place."

"Oh hush now, stupid." you shot him a disgusted look, "I'd blast a bullet through your skull before you could even step inside."

"Was that a threat?" one of the gangsters growled. 

"No..." you wrapped your arms around Celeste's neck and pulled her closer to you, a sly smile creeping up on your lips, "It was a promise."

You grew excited when you saw the men get ticked off at your daunting words. Your wife chuckling in amusement at your childish yet dangerous antics and kissing your cheek softly. "You're always so hyper when it came to death threats..." she purred, leaning down to your neck and peppering sweet kisses alongside it. 

"It's always so much fun though..." you sighed, reaching down to the Velcro strap on your thigh and stroking the hidden revolver, "Besides, if any of them act up. You said I could have my fun."

"I did say that..." Celeste smiled, leaning back in her chair again before grinning wickedly, "That is probably why you are so excited now, hm?"

You nodded at her words. 

"Hey, roll the dice!" one of the gangsters barked. Already growing tired of your weird whispering and lovey dovey shit every time it was your turn to roll.

"So impatient now..." Celeste chuckled, grabbing the pair of dice and holding them out to you. "Blow on them for good luck?"

"Of course!" you beamed happily and blew on the two dice for good luck. Hoping that lady luck was on your side, as your wife shook them in her hand and threw them down on the table. 

When the sum of the die came up, you nearly gasped.

Holy shit.

Your roll won.

"Well would you look at that..." Celeste grinned. "Looks like my good luck charm worked."

You cheered happily at your wife's win and hugged her tight. The hyper-ness and excitement from before slowly rising back up again at your celebration. "Hah! We won! You did it Celeste, we got all the money!"

"What the fuck? You must've cheated!" one of the gangsters got up from their seat and scowled. "No one can get such a perfect roll in just two tries!"

"D'awww, don't be such a sore loser..." you taunted. Getting riled up when you saw the clear aggression coming from the men. "If things get too aggressive, you may have your fun..." Celeste whispered into your ear, your legs starting to fidget with excitement the more you thought about it.

"Admit it slut. You cheated!"

"Damn, what an embarrassment to act out like this..." you teased childishly, eyes glowing with newfound excitement as you stared at the rage bubbling between their eyes. "I mean, I can't imagine the shame you'd bring to whatever gang you came from. You'd probably get kicked out the moment your boss hears about this."

"I'll make you bring shame to your family, bitch."

And just like you expected, one of the gang members reached into the pocket of their pants and pulled out a butterfly knife. Looking like he was ready to gut your insides out as soon as he reached contact with your skin.

Unfortunately for him however, he brought a knife to a gun fight, as you quickly grabbed the revolver from your thigh strap and fired one singular shot at the knife. Knocking the blade away from his hand, and startling him to the point where he fell over.

'BANG.'

"What the fuck?!"

Celeste looked unbothered by the sudden gunshot, and instead just held you closer to her in her lap. A look of belittlement and distaste in her eyes as she glared down at the man who tried to harm her and her wife. 

"Oh, that felt so good!" you cheered excitedly, blowing the smoke from revolver and grinning, "You should've seen the looks on your faces. You were all like 'ohmygod this bitch is crazy' and it's so funny!"

Yeah...you weren't exactly a normal woman that Celeste had married. 

But that was okay. Because the two of you were the power couple that ruled the gambling world. The gambler and her girl. Robbing people of their riches and shooting them whenever they got too violent. 

"D-Dealer! Do something about her! She tried to fucking kill me!"

"I'm sorry sir..." the dealer smiled eerily, handing you and Celeste your newfound riches, "But what happens in the casino, stays in the casino."

"Hah! You got lucky this time, idiot 1 and idiot 2. I would've blown your brains out if you had gotten any closer to me and my beloved..."

You grinned childishly and got off of your lover. Holding her hand as the two of you slipped out of the gambling room. About a thousand dollars richer than before as you slid your revolver back into it's holster. 

"You certainly had your fun, princess," Celeste chuckled. Watching as you walked around with a skip in your step. Feeling happier than ever before now that you actually shot at someone with your gun. 

"It was! The look on his face made it so much better!" you smiled, clearly happy with what went on in that room. "What other gambles are you scheduled for, darling? I can't wait to see who else loses their shit when they lose!"

"Actually, Y/N. I was thinking that we could go home early for the evening."

"What? Why? I wanted to play with my revolver a little bit more. There's so many patrons here with anger issues, look!"

"I know darling, but I know a gamble at home that you would absolutely love even more than shooting people."

"Oh? What is it?"

"Strip poker."

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A/N: I am pretty sure that the requester wanted pure fluff, but I just couldn't help myself. It turned into a more darker fic on accident. I'm sorry. 

P.S: This Y/N get's hyper and excited over violence. Which is why I wrote "with a twist" at the very top of the chapter. She'd normally be very hyper and excited on her own, but for a more interesting fic, I decided to make her get overly excited over violence and guns. Just for that spice, y'know?