#Straw's kind of chaotic ask event

[rollinouttahere-writes]

What about monsters au or maybe a fairy au

These have yandere themes to them from when this was supposed to be part of a Halloween event, but I decided to keep it that way because I like it. The first paragraph lightly explains what they are, the second is a reader-insert scenario.

Yandere Straw Hats Monster AU

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Monkey D. Luffy - Faerie

Luffy has some intense fae vibes in my humble opinion. He’s chaotic, marches to the beat of his own drum, and he’s prone to dragging people into lifelong friendships that they CANNOT escape from. Luffy finds other fae to be rather uppity, and he prefers the company of humans. They’re so funny and weird! Plus he likes their food. Luffy comes from a very powerful bloodline, though people tend to forget about this fact until it’s too late and they’ve already provoked him.

One day when you’re out foraging, you almost step inside a fairy ring. You count your lucky stars that you didn’t and turn to leave and give the ring a wide margin, but a voice comes from behind you. A faerie is casually sitting in the circle and asks if he could have some of your food. Not wanting to upset him, you toss the snacks you brought for the day to him. He all but demands that you come to visit him once in a while, and you’re forced to abide. Refusing would upset him, but agreeing and then not keeping your word would be even worse. Fortunately, as you continue to meet with him, you find him to be awfully kind and fun for a faerie. You begin to look forward to these meetings. When he asks one day if you’re his friend, it’s only natural for you to say yes. A big mistake, you would quickly come to realize. By agreeing that you’re his friend, you’ve unwittingly given him ownership of yourself. But it’s okay! You two will have lots of fun along with all of his other friends!

Roronoa Zoro - Werewolf/Barghest

Another case of vibes, Zoro just screams werewolf to me. The barghest is a monstrous black dog originating from English mythology, with some sources claiming that a wound inflicted by its claws will never heal. I’ve combined this creature with a werewolf to make it a bit more interesting. When Zoro transforms, he takes on a grotesque and massive wolf-like shape with green fur. He’s capable of standing on two legs, but walking on all four feels much more natural in this state.

Zoro is a renowned monster hunter, as well as a close colleague of yours. After working with him for years, it’s deeply concerning to you when he comes back from a mission only to seal himself away in his home and refuse to interact with anyone. You try to be patient with him, but as time goes on, you NEED to get to the bottom of what happened. He’s been holed up for over a month, so you figure that he must be leaving in the night to get food and water. As you’re lying in wait in a nearby shed, rather than seeing him leave, you hear crashing and yelling coming from his home. Without thinking, you rush in. You don’t know if he’s being attacked or what, but you can’t leave him to suffer. It takes some effort to break the door down, but you do. The home is in shambles. Furniture is ripped to shreds, holes have been punched in the walls, and there are claw marks everywhere. Your attention turns to the writhing mass of limbs and fur in the corner. The moonlight illuminates the room just enough for you to recognize the shade of green the fur is, and your heart falls into your stomach when the creature turns to look at you. There’s a scar over the left eye. Before you have a chance to process this gut wrenching information, he’s on you. As he’s snarling over you, you wonder if you’ll be able to bring yourself to kill your friend before he can kill you.

Nami - Kitsune

Kitsunes are highly intelligent, cunning, and mischievous. All of these traits fit Nami perfectly. She is still quite young for a kitsune and only has two tails so far. In order to make some easy money, she establishes herself at a shrine and demands tribute, primarily in the form of money, though she will also accept fine jewelry and kimonos. 

The shrine she occupies happens to be the one your family cares for, making you her personal shrine maiden. Well, shrine maiden in training. In the beginning, you’re run ragged trying to accommodate such a demanding spirit. Once Nami is confident that you are a good match for her, she relaxes somewhat, but demands near constant attention. You’re unable to eat with your family because she wants you to eat with her instead. Opportunities to see friends are consistently shot down by her requesting that you brush her hair/fur for her or other mundane tasks. It was a little flattering at first to have a prestigious spirit favoring you, but it rapidly becomes draining. It isn’t truly your place to be asking her questions, but you do anyway. Why is she so dedicated to taking up every second of your time? You aren’t even a proper shrine maiden yet, doesn’t she want someone more experienced assisting her? Nami giggles at your inquiry and pets your head in a way that feels more than a little condescending. She explains that it only makes sense for her to be focused on you. Your initiation ceremony is coming up, and those play out like wedding ceremonies more or less. Of course she’s going to favor the person who is about to essentially be offered as a spouse to her.

Usopp - Drider/Anansi

Anansi is a popular figure in Akan mythology and is strongly associated with storytelling. He’s known for being a bit of a trickster, but also a hero and extremely cunning. I’ve combined this with a drider to make him more humanoid, but he is also capable of shapeshifting when he so pleases. Usopp has a reputation for being troublesome, but ultimately helpful. Sure, he drives the locals up the wall some days, but he’s willing to step up into a heroic role when necessary.

Usopp had been dwelling near your village for a while now, longer than he normally would. He just can’t help it though, you’re one of his favorite people to tell his tales to. You never question the validity of what he’s saying or roll your eyes, you just eagerly listen to his stories with a sparkle in your eyes the whole time. When he’s causing trouble, you take it on the chin and laugh it off. He falls fast and he falls hard. Slowly, he starts to incorporate scarier stories into his repertoire. To make sure that you fully believe what he’s telling you, he’ll shapeshift into various forms and lurk around just barely in the corner of your vision, only to flee when you whip around to investigate. When you vent to him about how frightened you’ve been as of late, he’s quick to offer a solution. Why don’t you come with him? He’ll bring you somewhere safe and keep all the monsters away from you. Doesn’t that sound perfect?

Sanji - Yaoguai

I bounced around with a lot of different monsters before eventually settling on this one. A yaoguai is a type of demon from Chinese mythology. Though technically, he’s only half-demon. His father was a god turned demon who was banished from Heaven by the Jade Emperor when he became too arrogant in his power and miserably failed in defending an important artifact. Ever since then, he has been desperate to regain his godhood and has resorted to trying to make supremely powerful warriors of his children. Their mother was a human who was forcibly taken and used in their creation. Sanji suffered a lot of cruelty for being the weakest of his siblings, with the only kindness he ever received being from his human mother (as well as a certain chef after he ran away from home). It’s unsurprising that he strongly prefers the company of humans to demons.

That also means that in his quest to find true love, he’s only looking at humans. Unlike his father, he desperately wants to have a loving, mutual relationship. He tries so hard, but his courtships always end the same way. Everything seems great in the beginning, they’re happy, they’re falling in love. The problem is that all of these begin with him taking on the appearance of a normal human. He wants to be open and honest with what he’s hoping will be the love of his life, so when it’s gotten serious and marriage is brought up, he reveals his true form. Every time, every single time, they scream and run away in horror. Sanji has lost track of how many times he’s been chased out of a village after doing this. He’s getting desperate. By the time he ventures into your town, he’s made up his mind to not tell the next person. At least not before the wedding. Even if you scream and cry and say that you hate him, he’ll make you stay with him long enough to see that he’s the same Sanji that you fell in love with even if he does look different now. He isn’t going to hurt or eat you, you just need some time to realize that. After you have, everything will be fine. At least so he hopes.

Tony Tony Chopper - Leshy (there are so many spellings I’m sorry if this isn’t the right one)

A Leshy is a type of guardian deity for forests from Slavic mythology. They rule over and protect their given forest, and their attitudes towards people imposing on it can really vary based on where the legends originate from and how the intruders act in the forest. They are able to take the form of anything in the forest and imitate woodland noises. It’s anyone’s guess how they will handle a human wandering into their domain. Maybe they’ll be lighthearted and playful, or maybe that person won’t ever be seen again. They’re very ambiguous. Chopper leans towards the more lighthearted side of things. He’s very shy towards most humans, but can become angry and lash out if they do something he doesn’t approve of.

Living right on the edge of a massive forest can certainly be nerve wracking, but you do your best to make it work. You did everything in your power to avoid potentially upsetting whatever Leshy is inhabiting the forest, and it seems your efforts worked… Perhaps a little too well. It started with seeing a bizarre deer-like creature amongst your livestock or outside your windows. Then you started hearing things. One day you could have sworn a terrible thunderstorm rolled in abruptly, only to dash outside and see nothing but clear skies. Eventually, the Leshy got bold enough to approach you directly. You knew you should have been distressed to have such a deity so close to you, but it was hard to be scared of such a small and cute creature. Chopper seems so youthful and childlike that you can’t help but grow fond of his little visits. Then he starts pushing for you to visit him. He has a home at the center of the forest and he desperately wants to show it to you. It couldn’t hurt to go just once, right?

Nico Robin - Harpy/Gamayun

The Gamayun is a prophetic bird with the head of a human woman from Russian mythology that is said to know literally everything and to spread prophecies and divine messages. Again, I’ve combined this with a Harpy for the sake of giving her a more humanoid form. While some people appreciate the endless knowledge Robin possesses, others fear and want to repress it. Robin can rarely stay in the same area for long without worrying about an attempt on her life.

It’s after an almost successful murder attempt that she meets you. One of her wings was shot, leaving her unable to fly away. When you suddenly appear and usher her into your home, she is highly suspicious of your intentions, but she goes along with it because she feels like she has no other option. Much to her surprise, you misguide the people hunting her and then tend to her wounds. As time goes by and she stays put while she’s still healing, she is shocked at how you never once ask her for information or prophecies. You’re being kind to her… because you want to? And you expect nothing in return? It’s unheard of for her. By the time she’s healed, she’s completely enraptured by you. She can’t go back to her perpetual solitude now that she’s gotten a taste of kinship. You must feel the same. You have to feel the same.

Franky - Talos

Talos was a giant bronze statue built by Hephaestus to guard the island of Crete in Greek mythology. His main job is to drive off pirates and other enemies by hurling boulders at them. For the sake of this AU, let’s say that rather than dying, he is simply subdued and ultimately lives. Franky feels lost and like a failure. He leaves Crete to set up shop on a new island where he takes it upon himself to take misfits under his wing. He doesn’t want other people to feel the way he does, so he does his best to take care of them and give them a sense of purpose.

Admittedly, you haven’t made the best decisions in life, that’s a given. Being a petty thief and general troublemaker is hardly anything to brag about, but it’s your life and you’ll do what you want. That is, until some giant bronze behemoth snatches you up and declares himself your mentor. He isn’t even giving great advice, it looks like he’s herding cats when he tries to get all of the local hellions to work together to better their lives. Unfortunately for you, not only can you not escape him, the others are buying into it and trying to drag you down with them.

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[mariacallous]

The mutiny took hold on Mackinac Island.

The Michigan Republican Party’s revered two-day policy and politics gathering, the Mackinac Republican Leadership Conference, was an utter mess.

Attendance had plummeted. Top-tier presidential candidates skipped the September event, and some speakers didn’t show. Guests were baffled by a scoring system that rated their ideology on a scale, from a true conservative to a so-called RINO, or Republican in name only.

And the state party, already deeply in debt, had taken out a $110,000 loan to pay the keynote speaker, Jim Caviezel, an actor who has built an ardent following among the far right after starring in a hit movie this summer about child sex trafficking. The loan came from a trust tied to the wife of the party’s executive director, according to party records.

For some Michigan Republicans, it was the final straw for a chaotic state party leadership that has been plagued by mounting financial problems, lackluster fund-raising, secretive meetings and persistent infighting. Blame has centered on the fiery chairwoman, Kristina Karamo, who skyrocketed to the top of the state party through a combative brand of election denialism but has failed to make good on her promises for new fund-raising sources and armies of activists.

This month, the internal dissension has erupted into an attempt to oust Ms. Karamo, which, if successful, would be the first removal of a leader of the Michigan Republican Party in decades. Nearly 40 members of the Michigan Republican Party’s state committee called for a meeting in late December to explore forcing out Ms. Karamo. Just before Christmas, Malinda Pego, Ms. Karamo’s running mate for state party chair and the co-chair of the committee, signed onto that effort, in an ominous sign for the embattled chairwoman. And on Thursday, eight of the 13 Republican congressional district party chairs asked Ms. Karamo to resign in a joint letter, pleading with her to “put an end to the chaos” by stepping down.

But that meeting has now been delayed, with no definite date on the calendar. Ms. Karamo has vowed to fight back, railing against the effort as illegitimate.

The pitched battle for control of the state party in a pre-eminent presidential battleground is the most extreme example of conflicts brewing in state Republican parties across the country. Once dominated largely by moneyed establishment donors and their allies, many state parties have been taken over by grass-roots Republican activists energized by former President Donald J. Trump and his broadsides against the legitimacy of elections.

These activists, now holding positions of state and local power, have elevated others who share their views, prioritizing election denialism over experience and credentials.

The result has been fund-raising problems and division. The Republican Party of Arizona spent much of this year in debt.

The Republican Party of Georgia has had similar difficulties, mostly caused by legal fees related to efforts to subvert the 2020 election. The state’s governor, Brian Kemp, a rare G.O.P. leader to buck Mr. Trump, had been forced to form his own political apparatus outside the state party for his re-election campaign in 2022. The leaders of the party in both states have aligned themselves with the election-denial movement.

Veterans of Republican politics say that state parties play vital roles in winning elections, acting as a clearinghouse for distributing large donations from national groups unfamiliar with local terrain and offering discounts on expensive campaign costs like mail. They help identify potential candidates and winnable races. They are a font of the kinds of activists and volunteers critical to powering statewide campaigns. And they raise money.

All of that is at risk in places like Michigan.

“It takes people doing the shoe-leather kind of things in campaigns on top of the money, and that’s where I think that Michigan is going to be hampered,” said Jeff Timmer, a former executive director of the Michigan Republican Party. “You can’t replace everything with money. Some things still take people on top of it, and they can’t buy mercenaries to do that.”

That could have a significant impact in Michigan, where recent polling has shown Mr. Trump with only a slim lead over President Biden and where, in 2022, a Democratic wave swept over the state.

But before the state Republican Party can help try to flip the state red, it must clear out its debt, which stood around $620,000 as of early December, according to bank records released in a report by state Republicans targeting Ms. Karamo. The party will have to raise money on its own simply to pay down its ledger.

The precarious finances have left national Republicans uneasy about giving money to the state party for election-related activity, worrying that it would simply be put toward the debt, according to two people familiar with the Republican National Committee’s deliberations.

Republican state legislators are growing frustrated.

“The Michigan Republican Party is on the verge of imploding; I have more money in my campaign account than the state party has in its,” State Representative Mark Tisdel said at a town-hall meeting in December. “Sooner or later, the creditors are going to come calling.”

Ms. Karamo did not respond to requests for comment, but she released a letter two days before Christmas proclaiming that “we will not be deterred” and denouncing the “infighting.”

“These deceptive and underhanded endeavors endanger the Michigan G.O.P.’s drive toward victory in 2024,” she wrote. “They also disrupt the determination of the Republican men and women who are working tirelessly to win the spiritual war being fought on a cultural battlefield.”

Daniel Hartman, a lawyer for the Michigan Republican Party, described the effort to remove Ms. Karamo as “about approximately 15 agitators,” adding that “another 15 people out of 120 are committee members who have been opposing the administration from Day 1.”

The party’s rules, he added, do not allow for the removal of any officer unless 50 percent of the state party’s delegates sign a petition requesting a vote and 75 percent of the state committee votes to remove the officer.

The Republican National Committee declined to answer questions about the Michigan G.O.P.

With major donors fleeing, Ms. Karamo pitched a new direction for the state party: trying to persuade nearly 500,000 small-business owners in Michigan, who she claimed were right-leaning, to contribute $10 to $50 every month. After a “60-day infrastructure ramp-up time,” she projected that the party would raise as much as $60 million annually.

It did not.

By July, the party had less than $150,000 in the bank. Under siege, the state party leadership began to hold meetings in private. A meeting that month devolved into a fistfight that broke a county chairman’s dentures and left him with stress fractures in his spine, The Detroit News reported.

Ms. Karamo soon began expelling dissident party officials. Vice chairs began complaining in the news media that they felt sidelined. Two members of the budget committee resigned out of fear of liability, according to the report compiled by anti-Karamo Republicans. And she dissolved the party’s conflict-resolution committee.

The tumultuous Mackinac gathering left Michigan Republicans even more alienated.

“They scored us as being solid Republican — a one, two, three or a four — and a number four being a RINO,” said Pete Hoekstra, a former ambassador to the Netherlands during the Trump administration and a former Republican congressman from Michigan. “We’re supposed to be building a party, not dividing a party into our own categories.”

By November, Ms. Karamo was trying to sell the party’s former headquarters, a building blocks from the State Capitol in Lansing that had been paid for by two wealthy donors. Ms. Karamo and the state party do not own the building; it is owned by a trust controlled by former state party chairs.

Ms. Karamo had vacated the headquarters months earlier, arguing that its maintenance fees were an unnecessary cost. When she left, Ms. Karamo allowed the electricity to be shut off, which released the building’s electronic locks and left it open to the public, according to the report from Republicans opposed to the chairwoman.

The report’s main author, Warren Carpenter, is a local Republican leader and a former Karamo ally. With the help of a former state attorney general, he compiled the 140-page document, titled “The Failed Leadership of the Karamo Administration.”. The New York Times obtained a copy of the report.

The report details favors by Ms. Karamo to political allies, such as paying nearly $90,000 to a business run by the man who nominated her as chairwoman; sloppy bookkeeping; and the party’s mounting debt.

Soon, prominent county chairs were urging Ms. Karamo’s removal.

Mark Forton, the chair of the Macomb County Republican Party, who had been a key force in Ms. Karamo’s rise, called in late November for “a complete change in leadership” in a letter to the state committee that was obtained by The Times.

In early December, Vance Patrick, the chair of the Oakland County Republican Party, the largest county party organization in the state, encouraged her removal, citing “a new controversy every week, distracting from the important business of organizing the party to win elections.”

Mr. Carpenter said in an interview that he had enough votes to oust Ms. Karamo, but that he and like-minded Republicans were proceeding cautiously out of a belief that she might sue.

At the same time, anti-Karamo Republicans are looking for a new leader. One person floated is Mr. Hoekstra, who said that he was not considering such a move “until there’s an opening,” but that he had indicated a “clear willingness over the last few months to help the party out.”

“To win in Michigan, you need Republicans, you need independents, and you have to draw Democrats,” he said, pointing to Mr. Trump’s coalition in 2016, when he won the state by about 10,000 votes. “We need everybody to feel welcome into the party.”

Many of Ms. Karamo’s former allies, meanwhile, feel disillusioned.

“Ladies and gentlemen, there is no way that we can observe the happenings of the last nine months and defend this administration by using comments like ‘inexperience,’ or ‘incompetence,’” Mr. Forton wrote in his November letter. “Simply put, we have been had.”

[yparentingusa]

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[strawberrycartt]

Hey, Mammon- did the chicken or the egg come first?

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[five-rivers]

Beltane

Written for Ectober 2021 Day 1: Trick vs Treat. This is part of the Exhumed series.

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Danny Fenton walked into the precinct. As often happened when he did this, all attention slowly turned to him. “Hi, Detective Patterson. Have you ever heard of Beltane?”

Patterson took a long swig of coffee through the plastic stir straw, because she felt the need to be at least a little drugged before dealing with whatever this was, and then said, “Is this the kind of thing the whole precinct needs to know about, or is it more specific to me?”

“Mm, not specific to you, but I’m not sure if everyone needs to know about it, yet.”

Despite only select members of the Amity Park police force knowing Danny Fenton had another identity, he’d become a sort of ‘ghost liaison’ for the precinct. Better him than the adult Fentons, who tended to break things even (especially) when they were being careful.

“Actually,” continued Danny, “you might have already noticed some things about it. I mean, it’s seasonal, and Mom and Dad were detecting ectoenergy and ghost activity spikes for events like this before they got the portal up and running. Although, the portal was supposed to stabilize and reduce those spikes… I guess reducing one isn’t bad?”

“Okay,” said Patterson. “I don’t really know what you’re talking about. Do you want me to go find Collins?”

“Oh, that might be a good idea.”

“Great,” said Patterson. She turned her head to shout across the room. “McGee. Go find Collins.”

“Still the new guy?” asked Danny, sympathetically.

“It isn’t like we’re a popular posting,” said Patterson, “and, thanks to the ghosts, we don’t really need new people.”

Danny nodded placidly. “I know. But it must be hard for him, don’t you think?”

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McGee had done his job. He’d discovered the corruption in the Amity Park Police Department and plumbed its depths. The problem was that he could never, ever, report it. Even if they didn’t have a perfectly good cause for it all, what they were ‘hiding’ (and they were only barely doing that) was so ridiculous that McGee had thought he’d gone crazy at first.

Ghosts.

The whole of Amity Park was haunted. Just like it said in those touristy brochures at the front of the local diners.

He stuck his head into the break room. “Collins, Patterson and Fenton want you,” he said.

“In the normal room?” Collins asked, shoving a sugary monstrosity of a donut into his mouth.

“I have no idea. She didn’t say.”

“Normal room then. Great job, McGee.”

McGee rolled his eyes. Great job, he said. As if he’d done anything.

God. What would Halloween be like?

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“So, it’s like, reverse Halloween?” asked Patterson.

“Well, not exactly,” said Danny. He patted Daisy, the department mascot slash corpse sniffing dog who had followed them into the small interview room, gently on the head. “Actually, there are more similarities than differences. Basically, like Halloween, we’re going to get a spike in ectoenergy. Maybe even some ectoplasmic storms. More portals. That kind of thing.” He shrugged. “Most holidays and seasonal divisions have them, you know.”

“So… we’re getting Halloween round two?” asked Collins.

“What do you bet that this is what gets McGee to snap?”

“He’s been here since December,” said Collins. “I think he’s too stubborn to leave.”

“Is he still spying?” asked Danny.

“No,” said Patterson, waving a hand. “He gave up on that, after a while. But there’s a new office bet about whether or not he’ll stay stay, or if he’ll decide to quit. We’re not allowed to join in because we know him too well.”

“Mm,” said Danny.

“I don’t actually know if I feel like I know him that well,” said Collins.

“Well,” said Danny, “it shouldn’t be as extreme as Halloween. Since, I mean, there aren’t as many religious holidays directly associated with death and stuff happening on or around May first. So. Yeah. But the thing is, there are some traditional, er, activities. Spirited activities.”

Collins suppressed a groan, and was glad that Captain Jones wasn’t available today. He and Danny could sling puns at each other for obscenely long periods of time.

“I’ve never noticed ghosts doing anything on May Day,” said Patterson.

“This is only the third year anyone’s even acknowledged that ghosts exist,” said Danny, “so I’m not really all that surprised. But the reason that I came to talk to you guys is that some of the ghosts want to do Beltane stuff. Like the fire blessings. Also, I’ve been told that some of the trees in town are secretly ghost trees, and if we don’t want to deal with another tree army, we need to do some stuff to appease them.”

“Secret ghost trees.”

“My source is very reliable,” said Danny. “Also, while I say ‘we don’t want to deal with it,’ I think we all know who’d be dealing with most of it.”

“You would,” said Patterson.

“Got it in one. Like, I can convince most of the ghosts to either do their Beltane stuff in the Ghost Zone, or somewhere out of the way. They’ll be disappointed, but I can do it. The ghost tree thing, though…”

“Can’t we just, I don’t know,” said Collins, “get rid of the ghost trees?”

“Well, they aren’t really evil ghost trees. Or even really ghost trees. They’re more… ghosts that live in trees?”

“What, like dryads?” asked Collins, raising his eyebrows.

“That’s what I said, but they’re different species, apparently.”

“Okay,” said Patterson, “so. Appeasing the trees. How many trees are we talking about here, and how are we going to appease them?”

.

“Okay, so, this is definitely a whole precinct kind of thing,” said Patterson.

“And possibly an ‘all civil servants’ type of thing,” added Collins. He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Where are we going to get the funding for this?”

“Oh, don’t worry about money,” said Danny. “I’ll just blackmail Vlad, and if that doesn’t work, I can get Mom and Dad to pay for it.”

“What,” said Collins.

“I think this might be a bit beyond your parents’ budget,” said Patterson, “but knock yourself out as far as Masters goes.”

“Well, I guess if it is,” he allowed, dubiously, “I could get the cults to pitch in?”

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“This is nice,” said Danny. The sky was a bit overcast, which was a shame, but the hundreds of bright flowers and cheerful music more than made up for that.

The May Day celebration was, in Danny’s opinion, a success. At least, this half of it was turning out to be. He’d have to wait and see how the Spirit Bonfires went tonight before he could really make a judgement.

He’d only had to blackmail Vlad a little, too. It turned out that the ‘ruthless businessman’ in Vlad was ludicrously easy to manipulate, and once Danny brought up how a celebration like this one could revitalize local businesses and bring in tourism, he’d caved.

Although, that might have been the threat of an angry tree army. Vlad had definitely come off worse for wear in the last one, on all fronts.

Then, publically putting the Phantom Stamp of Approval (and Necessity Given The Potential Angry Tree Army) on the event had gotten buy-in from his fans and (sigh) the cults. The cults were, in fact, very enthusiastic about their new Holy Day. Danny had made a map of all the places they’d set up booths, and was studiously avoiding them.

Sam and Tucker were doing a walkthrough of that area, now, to check for problems and unadorned thorn trees. They’d arranged to meet up soon.

So, Amity Park was decked out in ribbons and flowers. All of the schools had gotten Maypoles and the day off of classes. Several bands, both human and ghostly, were playing in different parts of town.

It was chaotic, but great.

Danny briefly cut into the street to dodge a pair of college-age men play-fighting with tree branches (a genuinely important tradition symbolizing the battle between winter and summer), then walked through a wall to avoid two ghosts doing the same thing.

Finally, he reached Madame Babazita’s table.

“Hi,” he said, “three readings, please.”

“Three?” she asked. “Just for you?”

“My friends should get here before mine’s done,” said Danny. Was he channeling some predictive powers? Maybe. Holidays did make his powers weird.

.

“I have no idea what your reading is saying,” said Madame Babazita, after fifteen full minutes. “The cards simply aren’t speaking to me today. Also,” she held up an Uno card, “I’m not sure how this even got here.”

“That’s okay,” said Danny, “I just wanted to make sure it was the same as last time.”

.

“Hey! Phantom!” called Ember across the crowd of ghosts that had gathered in the cemetery. Most of them were fire or nature themed. “You’re in for a treat!”

Danny, who had been examining the flowers left on his grave, looked up. “I am?”

Ember draped her arm around Danny’s shoulder. She’d been a lot more friendly with him since the corpse incident. “Sure are.” She stepped up onto the surface of his memorial, pulling him up behind her. Danny shook off a brief chill and looked around.

Ghosts were streaming into the cemetery from various directions, bringing armfuls of flowers with them. Danny could see two, huge bonfire piles of flowers growing near the cemetery gates.

“Are there going to be cows?” asked Danny, who was still fuzzy on the details of the ghostly side of the celebrations.

“I don’t know,” said Ember. “When I’ve seen this done in the GZ there are. Here? Who knows. Maybe we’ll just walk through.”

Danny nodded, unworried. Beltane sure was an interesting holiday.

The last armful of flowers was placed, and every flower in the cemetery caught on fire at once. Including the ones on Danny’s grave. Danny yelped, jumping into flight. As an ice core ghost, he vastly preferred cold to heat.

This went without saying, but fire was very hot.

Ember grabbed his foot, and he almost kicked her. “You knew that was going to happen,” he accused.

“Sure did, babypop,” said Ember, grinning. “Come on, don’t you want to pass through the bonfires?”

Danny eyed the very large bonfires on either side of the cemetery gates. They were lit up with sparks like fireworks, shifting like flowers blooming and withering and blooming again. They were beautiful and impressive, and Danny felt like melting just by looking at them.

“I don’t know…” He wanted to, but… melting…

“Well, if you want to go out the other way and be horribly unlucky for the next year…”

Danny narrowed his eyes. “Is that another trick?” he asked.

Ember’s grin grew wider, and she took off towards the gates. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Danny sighed and followed her.

.

“Unbelievable,” said McGee. “Absolutely unbelievable.” He gave the elderly cultist a boost into the wagon.

“I know, right?” said Patterson. “All this property damage and a low-key kidnapping,” she gestured to the hapless late night partier who had called the police when the cult got too insistent about their message, “and they didn’t even have the good drugs?” She shook her head. “Not that we ever arrest anyone just for drugs in this town.”

“I did not just hear you say that,” muttered McGee.

“We’ll make an Amity Parker out of you yet,” said Collins, heartily, slamming the back door of the wagon. He thumbed the button on his radio. “Any other disturbances?” he asked.

“No, you’re good to come back,” said the dispatcher.

“What I don’t get,” said McGee, leaning against a nearby wall in a moment of weakness, “is why we aren’t breaking up whatever cult thing is happening in the cemetery.” They’d seen it quite clearly on their way here.

“Because those are ghosts,” said Patterson.

McGee took a deep breath. “The ghosts are having some kind of ritual in the cemetery, and you aren’t worried.”

“Not really, no.”

“I hate it here,” said McGee.

“Do you, though?” asked Collins, sounding genuinely interested in the answer.

McGee opened his mouth to snap back that, yes, he did. But…

Hm. Huh.

Collins patted him on the back.

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[fireflykaizoku]

Law x Reader | Alliance

another oneshot from my folder called "i gave up but maybe not" that i finished today after a couple of months LOL

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ꟷ They were crazy, noisy. Their captain was almost a child that couldn’t be left unsupervised, and he also couldn’t stick to a plan even when his life depended on it. I regretted forming an alliance a couple of hours later. But not her, she was different. Of course, she laughed of Luffy and his shenanigans; she laughed and talked quite a lot. But at the same time, she felt like a calm place. A peaceful and safe place to be, you know? — Law started, smiling softly at the memory of when you first met. — Our start wasn’t the best, it was a bit of a disaster when I confessed, but after that, it was great…

On your way to Zou, your Captain was eating everything he could, while the others were singing and drinking with the rest of the other members of the Straw Hat Grand Fleet. You were still tired after all the Dressrosa events, so you got your drink and went to sit somewhere else further from the others. And apparently, Trafalgar Law was doing the same.

You didn’t have an opportunity to talk to the man when you met in Punk Hazard, you just knew that Luffy and him now started an alliance, and that apparently, the Surgeon Of Death wouldn’t betray your crew. He was very quiet, the opposite from the others.

— Hey you. — you said, smiling and sitting next to the man. — Are you feeling better?

— Yes, thanks (Y/N)-ya. — apparently not a man of many words.

The crew started singing Bink’s Sake, which didn’t sound the same without Brook, but it was still as fun. Zoro approached you two, with a mug of beer for Law, making him drink and stop frowning.

— You’ll get used to it. — you smiled. — They’re a bit chaotic, but they mean well. Just don’t ask Luffy to follow a plan, I mean, you see what happens. And he’s telling everyone you two are friends.

— I noticed that… — he sighed. — But we’re not.

— It’s too late to convince him otherwise now. — you giggled, seeing the regret in his eyes. — I think you two will be friends for real eventually, though.

Ever since that day, Law seemed to try to approach you, either by commenting about the book you were reading, to share a drink with you or when he just wanted to be quiet for a while. Sometimes, he seemed to be friendly, while some other times he was distant and started to acting rude for no reason. During a fight, he’d either act as if he was protecting you, while sometimes he’d scold you for almost getting hurt.

Law was hard to read, so you were very confused for months. Sometimes you thought he hated you, sometimes you caught him blushing looking at you. Eventually you were tired of his odd behavior, and one night, when he was scolding you in front of both crews, saying you were reckless for getting hurt during a fight, you had enough of it.

— Trafalgar, what’s wrong with you? — you asked, fixing your bandages yourself. — You’re being weird for so long! You give me a book to read, and minutes later you’re ignoring me; you make small conversations, and then act hostile towards me. So tell me, what’s your problem with me?

The crew had eyes wide open, not expecting this kind of reaction from you, someone who used to be quite patient. Robin suggested everyone to leave and let you and the doctor talk alone. Usopp and Nami were reluctant at first, wanting to see what would happen next. Penguin and Shachi didn’t want to leave either.

When you were alone with Law, you still looked at him with an angry look, arms crossed wanting to hear if he had anything to say that would explain his actions, or if he was simply rude.

— If you’re hating this whole thing so much, you can simply walk away, talk to Luffy and end this alliance. But you don’t need to act like an idiot if you don’t like us! — you continued when you noticed his silence.

He turned his back, putting his supplies in place. You got even angrier thinking he was ignoring you. But he broke the silence before you could say anything else.

— It’s not that I don’t like you, (Y/N)-ya. — he said, shutting his medical books. — It’s the opposite.

— What? — you tilted your head in confusion.

— I like you and I appreciate you. Haven’t you noticed that?

How would you notice?

— Obviously not! — you said, cheeks getting warm due the embarrassment of this confession. — That’s how you show you like people?

— I’m not good with this sort of thing, alright? I tried my best. — he sighed and looked at you, crossing his arms and trying to hide how nervous he was. — I don’t know how to do this kind of confession thing, so now you can do whatever you want with this information.

— Well… — you still tried to act angry, but how could you? You had an eye on him for a long time now. Not only he was good looking, but he was smart, he had a nice voice. And he was interesting when he wasn’t acting weird. — We might leave this island soon, so… You know, if you want to ask me on a date…

When the crew went back to check if you two were okay after everything being very quiet for minutes now, they saw you and the captain of the Heart Pirates smiling and talking, as if nothing had happened, leaving the ship. When you came back, you two seemed closer than before, and things didn’t seem so tense anymore.

— She’s amazing, I know you would’ve loved her and her personality. I’m sure she would’ve loved you too. — his tattooed fingers pulled the grass, avoid looking at the place where Corazon rested. It was more like a symbolic place, so he could visit and feel closer to his father figure from time to time. — You two would set a house on fire together, because she’s as clumsy as you. I hate the fact that Doflamingo took your life, and you won't have the chance of you attending to our wedding in a couple of months. But I guess you’re always watching me, watching us. Well at least that’s why (Y/N) says.

After telling the stories of the first date, the first I love you, the first fight and the day Law finally proposed, the man went back to the submarine, where you were waiting for him to come back and finish helping with the wedding plans.

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[tooweirdforyou]

Straw Hats With A Shipmate Who Feels Useless

A/N : this was really sweet and sad to me when I thought about it so I wanted to write it. Hopefully y’all enjoy.

Summary : The Straw Hats react to their shipmate feeling useless and a burden to the crew.

You didn't understand why you were still on the ship.

The group had just left from Water 7 with a new recruit, Franky, Robin came back, Usopp had returned to join the crew once more and you all just managed to get past the marines.

Throughout the whole time on Water 7 and Ennies Lobby, the goal of retrieving Robin back from CP-9 from Lucci and the marines, you were completely of no help at all.

Literally. You couldn’t help Nami and Sanji with their separate battles with the CP-9 members, you couldn’t aid Chopper and Franky with their battles, Zoro and Sniper King with the cuffs and two CP-9 Zoan agents, and MUCH LESS, Luffy with Lucci.

You spent the whole time just struggling to get past the chaotic mess from Franky’s family, trying to find where Robin was, and let’s not even start on trying to even find your way through the maze of the building you were in.

When you found Zoro and Sniper King, you tried to aid them by attacking the Zoan agents to the best of your ability, but it didn’t take long for them to knock you out.

Then with Sanji who was completely soaped up from Khalifah and Nami currently fighting against her, you tried to help Sanji return to normal but only ended up just freaking out and growing frustrated that you weren’t able to do anything so you left him to find the others to help.

When the crew finally made it to the top, where Robin was free and Luffy still fighting with Lucci, you constantly needed to be protected by Zoro, Robin and Franky since you weren’t aware of your surroundings.

When the whole thing was finally over, getting back to Water 7, you just kept to yourself to deal with your injuries, refusing Chopper’s help with a simple smile.

“I’m fine, Chopper. Focus on the others and yourself. You worked hard.”

And then you would avoid them throughout the several days, waiting until Luffy finally convinced Franky to join them on their newly built ship, the Thousand Sunny.

Of course by then, the others got over the whole chaotic mess and were just relaxing. But the thought and memory kept eating at you and you couldn’t relax at all.

Not wanting to bother others, you only kept quiet most of the time and would offer small smiles to them so they wouldn’t worry.

So here you were.

Chopper was in the medical bay with Robin, Nami in the kitchen with Sanji and Luffy, Franky and Usopp on the main deck together, and you were sitting, leaning against the railing, continuously thinking about the events that had occurred.

Unable to stop the deep frown that forms upon your lips, you glance down to the floor of the ship, bringing your hands to your head and knees to your chest with your elbows resting upon them.

"You can stop that now."

Hearing a sudden voice snaps you out of your thoughts and you glance beside you, seeing Zoro with his arms crossed and eyes closed.

"Oh, Zoro.. I didn’t see you there."

Zoro opens an eye and stares at you, ignoring your comment. "You’ve been quiet ever since Ennies Lobby. If it’s about what happened, who cares. Whatever’s bothering you though, we’re here to listen. So don’t keep it to yourself and just tell us."

You purse your lips and turn back to the floorboards. "There’s nothing on my mind, Zoro. Sorry if it seems that way, I’m probably just feeling tired, so I-"

Zoro only stood up and made his way over, you watching him crouch down in front of you with a rather serious expression with narrowed eyes. “What is it?”

By then, the others were all outside on the deck, staring and listening in from where they were.

No one said a word to interrupt, just listening in since they too, noticed how quiet and different you’ve been acting.

You just bit your lip before looking up at him with a smile. “I’m fine, Zoro!”

You stand up and brush off your clothes before smiling at the others who were watching. “I’m okay, I’m just feeling tired lately is all. I’ll go get some sleep.”

Luffy stares blankly at you, the others not convinced either but they didn’t say anything as they watch you begin heading to the bedroom.

When you finally close the door, you lean against it silently before biting your lip and clenching your jaw.

You were silent for a moment, thoughts running through your mind.

‘Even the others are starting to notice huh?’

Unable to hold back the tears forming in your eyes, you silently let them fall as you clenched your fists and held your head down in shame and humiliation.

‘Why did Luffy invite me onto his ship? I’m not fit for a pirate life. I much less don’t deserve to be on the ship of the future Pirate King..’

You punch the ground hard, feeling your knuckles throbbing with pain and a bit of blood forming as you continued to punch the ground in frustration.

‘Damn it, damn it, damn it! Why me?!’

You continued to sit there and cry in silence, unable to stop the flowing tears as you bask in the misery you held.

Unknown to you, the members could hear clearly of your not so silent cries and anger with punching the ship. None of them said anything.

Deciding that it was enough, you knew what you had to do tomorrow.

-

When you woke up from your bed the next day, you were dehydrated and exhausted. You ended up crying yourself to sleep after crawling into bed.

So you got up, made sure your face was washed so it wasn’t so puffy and red. After you deemed yourself decent, you headed up to the kitchen where you found the crew eating.

They all turn to you in silence, a few offering smiles to which you return with your own small one and began heading to the fridge. Sanji was washing dishes, Zoro and Franky sitting on the couch whilst the others sat at the table.

It was quiet.

You open the fridge and grab a bottle of water, opening it up and taking a sip before exhaling softly.

You grip the bottle in your hand after you closed it tightly and then spun on your heel to face the crew, giving them your best smile.

“Hey! So..”

They all look to you, listening closely to see what you had to say.

“Yeah?” Nami asks with her sweet smile, patiently waiting. “What’s up?”

You saw how kind they were towards you, making you chew on your lower lip at their kind expressions.

It made you hesitate on your next words, but you knew you had to.

“Um.. the next time we go stop at an island..” you awkwardly shift your weight to the other foot as you cleared your throat, trying to recollect your thoughts.

“Can..can I maybe stay there? I can stay at the island, or maybe find a trade ship that docks there and ask if they can stop at another island or something!”

Silence overtook the crew.

They certainly weren’t expecting you to say that. They did expect you to insist that you were okay, or maybe talk to them about what happened yesterday.

They never would’ve thought that you would suggest for yourself to leave the crew.

“..No.”

Everyone turns to the owner of the voice, to see their captain with his head lowered and his hat sitting tightly on his head.

“Luffy?” You furrow your brows at his sudden rejection to your suggestion. “Why?”

“You’re asking me why? I already said no, I refuse to let you leave!” Luffy looks up as he shouts, eyes narrowed at you. The outburst startling the crew.

“Why not? I don’t belong here! I’m not fit to be a pirate, much less this one! I don’t understand why you want me here when I’m of no use!”

After having dealt with Usopp’s argument and leave of the crew in the beginning of Water 7, the crew definitely didn’t have the heart to handle another situation like that.

“What the hell are you talking about, [Name]?! I invited you into my crew because I liked you and the crew likes you, so of course you belong here!” Luffy argues, clenching his fists. He didn’t want another repeat of Usopp’s situation either.

“[Name]-Chan, lets calm down and talk this over.” Sanji reasoned, Nami nodding her head in agreement. “[Name], it’ll be okay, lets—“

Usopp couldn’t say anything, the memory of his own event flashing in his eyes and the regret running through his mind.

Chopper was too afraid to interject, tearing up at the thought of you leaving.

Robin frowns slightly, closing her eyes and waited to see what else would happen before stepping in.

Franky was the newest recruit and didn’t think it was his place to stop anything happening yet, but if it grew further, he’d step in.

Zoro was just silent, his eyes closed, but you could see how tense he was.

“Luffy, please! I’m telling you, I’m just useless here! I have no place on this ship. I’m not a cook, a navigator, an archaeologist, a sniper, a swordsman, a shipwright, a doctor and I’m not a muscian!.... I.. I don’t belong here, Luffy.. please.”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you drop your arms to your side, clenching your fists tightly that your nails dug into your own skin to make it bleed.

The others were stunned, unable to say anything as Luffy was growing even more irritated and annoyed with you. “Shut up, [Name]. You’re pissing me off.” He bluntly stated, shocking the others.

He widens his glare at you as he stood up. “YOU’RE MY FRIEND! IT DOESN’T MATTER IF YOU DONT HAVE ANY SPECIAL POSITION HERE! YOU’RE ON THIS SHIP BECAUSE YOU’RE OUR FRIEND AND WE’RE YOURS, RIGHT?!”

Hearing his words made you gasp as you shut your lips and felt your tears falling faster at it, Luffy getting ready to lunge at you but Franky and Sanji held him back.

“SO STOP CRYING AND DON’T EVER THINK OF YOURSELF AS A BURDEN! I’LL SCREAM IT TO YOU AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS EVERYDAY UNTIL YOU FINALLY REALIZE IT! WE WILL NEVER MAKE YOU CRY TEARS OF SADNESS BECAUSE WE’RE YOUR FRIENDS! ANYONE WHO MAKES YOU SAD IS GONNA FEEL MY WRATH AND I’LL KILL THEM!”

You sobbed harder at his words, dropping to your knees as you brought your hands up to your face to cover it. The bottle long forgotten as the others just stare and Luffy finally calmed down, panting heavily.

They turn to you with small smiles.

“He’s right, [Name].” Nami says softly, Robin nodding along. “Yes. We’re always by your side. You are always our friend, and always welcomed here.”

Nami stood up and began making her way over to your side, crouching down beside you and wrapped an arm around your neck. She smiles brightly at the sight of you sobbing at their kindness.

Franky started tearing up, wiping his eyes. “HOW EMOTIONAL!”

Chopper and Usopp were also sniffling, trying their best to not cry but they couldn’t help it.

Snot already running down their nose as Chopper jumped down and lunges himself into you, clinging on, with his own loud sobs filling the room.

Sanji and Zoro only smiled at their captain’s effect and your figure, knowing that you finally learned how your crew and friends felt.

Suddenly, you felt a hand on top of your head, ruffling up your head a bit and you slowly glance up to see Zoro pressing his hand down on you, a small smirk present on his lips.

"No one is at fault. No one is useless on this ship. The captain invited you onto his ship because you are our friend, someone he cares about and would risk his life for. Everyone on this ship would risk their lives for each other, even if it meant death. You are now part of our crew so that means you too. So don't ever say those words again."

Listening and agreeing with the swordsman, they all offer you their signature smiles, your eyes widening more at them as you wipe your tears.

Seeing their contagious smiles, you couldn’t help but give your own genuine smile through your tears.

"Thank you.. everyone.”

Luffy, no longer feeling the anger from just moments prior, secures the hat on top of his head before grinning widely at you.

“Of course!”

You weren’t a burden. You weren’t useless. There was always a place for you here. You were part of their family, and they’d die for you.

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A/N : This might seemed a little rushed or all over the place, so sorry ;-;

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[madlymiho]

Participating to the wonderful @nakunakunomi​‘s event! Congratulations again for the milestone, it’s always something! But you deserve it for sure! 🥰

“i’ve been falling in love with you since the first day we met”  

random word to include: skilled

I decided to pick a Zoro x Reader scenario for this one! Gender neutral is applied here, so the reader is qualified as “you”

words: 1800

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Those things are never easy, he thinks, a firm hand gripping his bottle of booze with a certain strength, his only valid eye staring at the raging waves of the ocean. Another day stuck in the middle of nowhere, the tempest sending the Sunny Go far from any kind of shelter. The everlasting pitching of the boat has been hard to handle for some of the Straw Hat, and the general atmosphere has been more than tensed for a few days. They love each other so much, but it’s not always easy to compose with the various characters and behaviors onboard, especially when they have been unlucky for a week now, the tempest far from being done. If Nami remains the most skilled and capable navigator in the world, Zoro believes that her tensed features and her incapacity to drag them out of the hurricane is proof of the violence of the elements in this particular part of the world. Of course Luffy is thrilled by the adventure, and the feeling is somehow shared by everyone onboard, but all of them now wish to reach an island to have some proper rest. Even Zoro finds it hard to have a nap in these conditions, often awakened because he fell from his bed. Training also became quite impossible, and despite his best efforts to remain sociable and friendly, sometimes, his words are turning into something harsher than usual. 

Of course, he didn’t mean to hurt you tonight. He thought you would understand that it was just joking, but he saw the look in your eyes - and he felt that slap from Nami. What he believed to be genuine and friendly has been nothing but a catastrophe, and now that he’s facing the ocean, gusts of wind fondling his green hair intensely, he definitely feels miserable. He doesn’t know why he always has to act so meaningly with you, it’s a sensation he can’t fully explain. Maybe it’s also increased by the fact they are all trapped here for a week, but if Zoro is honest with himself, this kind of situation has already happened in the past, and he never had talked to someone the way he did with you tonight. Another bitter sigh escapes his throat while he presses the neck of the bottle against his lips, droplets of the transparent liquid disappearing into the sea. Life is more complicated than expected since you’re among the Straw Hats, and this is something concerning. He never had difficulties accepting a new member, but when it came to you, all of his instincts yelled at him to send you away. Your presence is unbearable since day one, and it’s not the same as his squabbles with Sanji. Something profoundly different, changing a side of him he wasn’t ever aware of. Bullshit, for him… Yet the feeling wouldn’t fade. 

“Don’t you think you owe me apologies?” A voice calls behind his back, resulting in Zoro tightening his fingers on the bottle of alcohol. He doesn’t manage to hide the tension within his muscles. 

He hears footsteps on the wooden deck heading in his direction, louder than the wind yelling around them, while he eventually understands that you’re now by his side. He clicks his tongue impatiently, and takes another sip on his bottle. 

“It was just a joke, Name, if you take it so personally, I can’t help you with that.” He answers, his voice as cold as the rain falling from the sky. 

God he’s such a jerk, he knows it. But he wants you to go away and leave him alone. He believes it would be enough to hurt you and force you to abandon the idea to have a conversation with him right now. Because deep down, having a conversation could expose his deepest emotions, and he doesn’t know if he’s ready to confess whatever he’s feeling for you. 

“Why are you like this?” You eventually ask, fingers clenched on the barrier of the Sunny. “Why are you always like this with me?” 

The question leaves your lips before you could control it, Zoro immediately turning his head to have a look on your face. You seem miserable. Of course you don’t understand ; he doesn’t either. He wishes he had an explanation, but his mind only leads him to directions he doesn’t want to explore. He doesn’t want to feel his heartbeat increases whenever you’re around. He doesn’t want to have that wrench within his guts whenever you’re talking to someone else. You’re the one responsible of his own misery, and he doesn’t believe he should make the task easy for you. 

“Because you don’t belong here.” He snaps again, his voice emphazed with the loud thunder over your heads. You shiver, shocked, but Zoro doesn’t take it back. “You should leave.” 

He wants to slap himself for pronouncing those terrible words, the two of you facing each other with an intensity he has never seen before. He looks at the rain falling all over your hair, dripping on your features, probably hiding the tears running down your cheeks. Your expression is more than heartbreaking ; something between sorrow and rage, and he feels profoundly despicable at this particular moment. He anticipates a new slap, something fair he would have earned with his miserable statement, or a burst of deserved violence coming from you. He wants you to hit him, to force him to understand that he has been too far with you, but your silence is the most terrible pain he has to experience. And your eyes. He handles your stare but it pierces him like a spear.

“I have all the rights to be on this ship.” You eventually answer to his cruel words, taking a step forward, your eyes gleaming with a certain wrath. “All the rights to be a member of the crew! How can you be such a jerk? Luffy wouldn’t have recruited me if I wasn’t wanted in the first place! Everyone on the Sunny is okay with that! So why?! Why are you like this with me?” 

Zoro clenches his jaw, unable to find the proper words now. He expected you to run away, because it’s the easiest answer, yet in front of your determination, he finds himself speechless. He raises his bottle back to his lips, but before he can appreciate the bitter taste of the alcohol, your hand crashes on the precious jar, throwing the more than needed liquid into the depths of the ocean. As he widens his valid eye, Zoro quickly catches your wrist. 

“Oï!” He growls impatiently. “What are you doing?!” 

“Answer me!” You snap, voice breaking at the end of your plea. 

With the rain, you believe it’s easy for you to escape his grip, pulling on your wrist because now you want to go away. Zoro feels it. This time it’s entirely different ; this argument could be the end of everything. A part of him wishes that it would be the final answer to his own torment, but on the other side, right now, he doesn’t want to let you go. He doesn’t want to be a coward anymore. So he holds you still, fingers digging in the skin of your wrist to maintain you there. He’s probably harming you, but he has no control over his emotions at the moment. 

“You’re hurting me!” You gasp, wiggling on your legs for him to stop. “Let go!” 

“I’m sorry!” 

His voice has been so loud that you immediately stop struggling, eyes focused on his features. He looks so different than usual… unsettled, and weak. 

“I’m so sorry, I’ve been such an asshole with you…,” he mutters one more time, as he loses his grip on your wrist. You instantly pull it against your chest, massaging the hurt skin. “I have no excuse…”

You frown, forearm still plastered against your body, while you try your best to understand this sudden statement. 

“I don’t… I don’t understand.” 

He sighs because of course you don’t. He grips the barrier of the Sunny, and stares at you right in the eyes.

“I’m sorry, for everything, for all the words I said to you. The truth is, I’ve been falling in love with you since the first day we met.”

For once, the words came smoothly, as if the struggle he has been living for months is now finally over. There’s nothing else coming from his mouth right now, the heavy rain and the powerful wind escorting this moment with their chaotic music. Ironic, after all… Everything has been chaotic with you since day one. He notices the incomprehension in your irises, looking for a taunt, something, anything familiar. He witnesses your body tremble under the revelation, your expression shifting into something entirely different. You definitely look like a lost puppy right now, and Zoro strongly hopes that he wouldn’t have to repeat himself. 

“I don’t - ” 

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!”

He doesn’t want to waste anymore time, as he takes a step forward, one hand rolled around your waist, while the other one finds its place on your nape. He pulls you against his chest, crashing his mouth on yours, because apparently, words and statements aren’t working anymore. There, lips sealed for the very first time, Zoro is able to offer you the real intensity of his own desire, until you eventually surrender to the plea. As you tilt your head, he feels your fingers coming up to disappear in his green locks, both of your bodies even more flushed than before. After a moment, he even dares to open his mouth, the tip of his tongue asking for permission, fondling your own lips with that everlasting lack of gentleness which is definitely typical when it comes to this swordsman. You indulge him, both of your tongue meeting as well, your breathing heavier than before, until you eventually have to part to seek for some fresh air.

“You… So you…” You begin to stutter, unable to escape his grip. 

“Don’t you fucking say another word, you’ll ruin this.” He groans impatiently, despite the smirk plastered on his lips, before he steals another kiss, then another one, the both of you forgetting the raging elements surrounding you, unaware of the curious stares coming from the kitchen’s windows, and Nami collecting her money after they have all bet (except Luffy who doesn’t understand what’s going on) Zoro wouldn’t confess before months. 

#one piece scenario #one piece imagines #roronoa zoro #zoro one piece #zoro x reader #one piece imagine #one piece writing #one piece prompt #writing prompt #cliche with Hazel #queued

[bigskydreaming]

Fic title: Twenty Years Later (nightwing rebirth continuity?)

Dick Grayson has been dead for twenty years. In his place was Ric Grayson, a lost, confused and lonely man who inherited all the enemies of a hero whose face he had but whose role he never asked for….leading to him going off the grid and hiding from the world when he realized what his great-grandfather and the Court of Owls really wanted him to do.

And then one night, twenty years later…Ric Grayson goes to bed…and in the morning its Dick Grayson who wakes up.

He has no idea what’s happened, why he’s suddenly so much older, how the world has changed…its like he blinked and twenty years went by in a flash. The last thing he can remember is the dream he woke from….of a dark, shadowed room filled with all kinds of laboratory equipment, but with most of it looking like it hadn’t been touched in years….and a young man with platinum blond hair, looking at him and saying he had to hurry, they were running out of time.

Wally West has been missing for twenty years. The last anyone saw him was in his cell right before a mysterious force plucked him out and into a mysterious Limbo, telling him there was a task for him….but believing he had no heroics left in him after everything that had happened, Wally ran. All the way across time and space in an attempt to get away from his demons….never stopping, not even to breathe.

And then one morning, twenty years later…there’s a crackle of lightning, a taste of ozone in the air….and when the flash fades, its Wally West standing in the middle of an empty street that looks as lost and lonely as he feels.

Donna Troy has been gone for twenty years. She withdrew from Man’s World, retreated to Themyscira. First Dick’s memory loss, then Roy’s death, Wally’s imprisonment and then disappearance, and then finally one day Garth too disappeared without a word….and that was the final straw, the step too far, the thing that pulled her back to Themyscira.

And then one morning, twenty years later, Donna Troy wakes with the rising sun, stirred from a dream of friends long gone…a dream that calls her forth, back into the wider world once more, in search of a dark, shadowed room and a young man with platinum blond hair and a desperate plea to hurry before its too late.

It pulls her night by night across the globe until she winds up in a secret laboratory buried deep beneath the Arizona deserts….and she’s not the only one. There’s Wally too, looking like he hasn’t aged a day since she last saw him twenty years ago. And Dick too…though Donna remembers a few seconds later, stumbles over her words and says “Sorry, I mean Ric.”

“Who the fuck is Ric?” Dick asks. And just like that, two of her oldest and dearest friends are back.

It turns out they’ve all been pulled by their strings, led by the same dream, the same stranger, to the same place at the same time….and deciding there was only one way to find the answers they were all seeking, they investigate the abandoned lab….and find the only working machinery hooked up to one stasis tube holding a very familiar face.

A very alive face, stasis notwithstanding.

And a chaotic frenzy of shouting and button pushing later, the three reunited friends are pulling a dazed and confused Roy Harper from his artificial sleep.

That’s when they’re attacked of course.

Who knows by who or what, they don’t recognize any of the creatures suddenly swarming them from the shadows, but then it has been twenty years since they were last in the game, Dick points out.

“Wait what?” Roy asks, confused. He still looks the same age as when he was thought to have died, and Wally and Donna of course both seem as young as ever. Its just Dick who seems the odd man out…which he sulks about. While strangling some demon monster type thing with his thighs, of course.

And that’s when the platinum haired stranger from their dreams bursts onto the scene as well…sending most of their enemies flying with a pulse of magic that looks and feels strangely familiar. Deciding that going with the only guy that seems to have a clue what the hell is going on beats standing here and fighting more demon thingies for however long they keep coming…the four Titans follow him out of the lab and across the desert to a magic oasis he’s set up as a refuge for them not far away.

Finally, he introduces himself. His name is Cerdian, and his father is Garth of Shayeris…but not the Garth they know. Or at least not the one they think they know.

He tells them about another timeline, other lives lived, and a great crisis that threatened the entire multiverse. He was just a baby at the time, living in Atlantis with his father and mother, Dolphin….when the Spectre unleashed his might on the great underwater city for reasons unknown to them. Atlantis was thought completely destroyed, but in a final desperate attempt to save his family and his people, Garth spent all his magic on his greatest working, perhaps the greatest magical working in millennia…..and he sealed himself, his family and his people away from the world in the seconds before the Spectre destroyed their city.

Garth’s spell stranded them in a space between worlds, between universes…stuck outside of time and space as events unfolded and Barry Allen rewrote the entire course of history. He’d exhausted his magic in taking them to their new refuge, had none left to get them home again….especially as their home, their universe no longer existed, at least not as it was.

But then, he’d known even as he worked his last spell that this would be the result, that it would take everything he had. That he would have nothing left to fix it, nothing more he could use to set things right.

So with the last of his magic, at the tail end of his spell, he made four keys to time and space, matter and energy….mystical keys to unlock whatever doors or barriers stood between the world as it became and the world as it was supposed to be. And he entrusted those keys to those he trusted most….sending them forth to be magically infused into the souls of his four oldest and dearest friends. Knowing, trusting, that no matter what happened to the world in his absence, in the universe….no matter what this crisis was reshaping reality into, no matter how they ended up separated by time and space and alternate events….the Titans would always find each other. 

They were bonded for life, for all lives. Reality was no barrier to the kind of ties they’d willingly wrapped around themselves and each other. No matter what happened and no matter how long it took, Garth knew…their souls would be drawn together once more, and the keys would end up in the right time and place to unlock the door to the past, and drag the whole world back through it with them.

Of course, there are always forces that stand in the way, that like things the way they are….and those forces pulled strings of their own, shaped events, tweaked the strands of fate, all in an attempt to keep his friends divided, apart before they had a chance to bring Garth’s spell to completion.

And so Dick was shot in the head, waking with no memories and no desire to return to a hero’s path. And Wally’s power slipped free of his control and caused a terrible accident with his grief and guilt leaving him wide open to a little push here, a little tug there. And Roy’s body was spirited away and hidden in a lab before anyone had a chance to realize that he was distantly descended from Vandal Savage himself, and it took the right kind of trauma - one infused with the Speedforce itself, the ultimate catalyst - to jumpstart his own immortality. And only Donna and Garth were left, drifting further and further apart as their grief and loss pulled them in different directions…

Donna’s drawing her to solitude. Garth’s driving him forward in a desperate quest. In search of any magic, any spell, that could undo all that had gone wrong and give him back his friends…no matter the cost.

His search led him to that space between universes, where his previous incarnation still remained with his wife and son and subjects…. and revealed the truth of their world’s history and his own plan to make it right again, no matter how many timelines and lifetimes it took.

And so this Garth, the one they remembered, sacrificed himself, made a trade so that someone from there could take his place here….and with his older self still depleted of magic, he sent his now grown son Cerdian to take his place. To find his old friends. Reunite them. Bring the keys together. Unlock the past.

And set things right again.

Once and for all.

[nexstage]

Starless

Larimar, Snowflake, and Centi: Can someone understand me?

Corruption.

For many people, it means the process by which something, typically a word or expression, is changed from its original use or meaning to one that is regarded as erroneous or debased.

However, for the gems like little Larimar, Snowflake, Centi and many others who suffered by the hands of the Diamonds that fateful day during the war, it meant two words: pain and confusion.

Ok, so that's an understatement because unless you're a gem, you can't get how it felt. Many things confused and/or upset people no matter how insignificant they were after all.

But the Corruption Attack, being corrupted, THAT was a whole, another story.

There were no words to describe it and, honestly, it's not that the healed gems were going to write an essay about what was the most traumatic moment of their quasi-immortal lives. Still, if someone asked them, they would have the same idea: it was like being swallowed by a hell made of confusion and pain.

Not that gems knew what hell was, but that explanation was enough for them to illustrate their trauma. After all, when your light form is twisted by a blinding blast and your mind wakes up with the sole programming of attacking and tearing everything apart as if you were going to die if you didn't do it, then it's understandable that the only concept of being corrupted is that one: being messed up endlessly.

No one was there to help you, no one was there to calm you down, there was no escape. Your body didn't felt like it was yours anymore, it was more from a beast.

The worst part was the mind.

Before the Corruption, a gem knew what to do and whom to follow. A gem knew who she was. After it happened, nothing made sense anymore.

It was an agglomeration of scrambled words, feelings, memories, and sensations that forced themselves to fit with the other creating a chaotic image, the only guide when you were corrupted.

A gem tried to make sense of it, but the mind of a beast had its limits and that's when the pain came to the picture.

It was a void where the word 'Lost' reigned ruthlessly. The corrupted ones could resort to their claws and fangs, to their strength and agility, to that animalistic nature that had replaced their calculating minds; however, it didn't last against others who were luckier than them for not being corrupted and for having better plans to deal with the unfortunate ones.

Too many aspects that were new for the gems when they came to Earth, before the Corruption, became utterly terrifying and overwhelming. They couldn't remember, and the feelings of helplessness and frustration hurt them more, made them snap and get attacked and bubbled which was worse.

Just with a single attack, any spark of hope left them.

But then, Steven came to the picture too.

The kid who, for the corrupted ones, was just another enemy or prey of their claws, and still he decided to face the fearsome Diamonds so they could be healed.

That sweet little human with gem powers who was looking for a solution so they could get back their lives and not suffer anymore.

It was because of him that they could live peacefully, and while some of them went back to Homeworld and slowly adjusted to the changes of a dismantled empire, the others -Crystal Gems and gems who wanted to start a new life on Earth- stayed on the planet to learn new things. Still, all of them had one thing in common: their absolute gratitude and respect towards Steven Universe.

And therefore, it was a huge and terrible surprise for Centi to be told that his little friend, his savior, had disappeared with his car to an unknown place.

It was supposed to be a surprise visit and some time hanging out with Steven, catching up and know if things were ok with him on Earth. However, when she and her crew received the news about his sudden departure, they couldn't believe it.

At first, Centi thought it was just a short journey Steven had to realize for some errand or another reason, her denial being strong enough to put her worst fears aside concerning the boy's well-being.

Everything collapsed, though, after a very somber explanation.

Steven wasn't doing ok. In fact, both the Crystal Gems and his 'dad' - as the human called Greg referred to himself- had noticed, pretty late, unfortunately, some unhealthy and worrying patterns of behavior in Steven that got worse until the last straw came, the cactus incident.

Centi's mind was divided in two. On one hand, she wanted to blame her former enemies due to their incompetence that led Steven to ran away from Beach City to stars-knows-where. The glares and open hostility on her part towards the Crystal Gems were very clear signals of that. On the other hand, she felt compelled to act, although impulsively, almost going to Homeworld to call the Diamonds to find Steven.

One of the Crystal Gems, the Pearl, stopped her by telling her that the Diamonds would cause a big scandal because not all Earth had getting used to see and interact with gems. And if Steven found out, he would freak out.

So, now she was in the center of Little Homeworld, accompanied not only by her crew but also two former Crystal Gems: a Larimar and a Snowflake Obsidian.

Before all this mess, she wouldn't imagine interacting with former enemies. However, the war was over, all the corrupted gems were healed and living their own lives, and bringing Steven back was the goal in common for her, her crew and those Crystal Gems.

What was most surprising, though, was how understanding they were at her worries despite her initial distrust at them.

"You know, when I was a mindless monster I thought deep down that I would never get back my life. But Steven gave me another chance and here I am, now. And yeah, Pearl and the other Crystal Gems are my friends and I don't like it when someone is mad at them, but I get it. Steven is truly important for all of us. If it weren't for him, we would still be monsters"

The Larimar, Little Larimar as she called herself, nodded at her friend's words "Steven helped me to find my purpose. And that is making others happy, especially human children. I don't know what kind of purpose do you have now that the war is over, but whatever it is, it must be really treasured by you because Steven gave you a chance to find it. Someone like him is so difficult to find these days and a big blessing"

"Yeah, he is" Centi agreed and even her crew members nodded at that "At first he attacked me because he saw me as a threat. But, the second time we met, he was so kind to me. He listened to me when I told him what happened before the Corruption"

"He even faced the Diamonds to bring us back" a nephrite of the crew intervened sadly.

"He might be a Crystal Gem, but he sees all the gems as equals and helps them no matter what", another nephrite said while clutching her left arm anxiously.

"Everyone here is in debt with Steven, and even if he would have never accepted us owing him so much because of how he is, we still need to do it. We have to"

And so, they started their own search.

---------------------

If someone had told Larimar and Snowflake that looking for a human on a planet full of humans was going to be difficult or almost impossible, they would have ignored them.

As veteran Crystal Gems, both only knew one thing, and that was that action and determination could lead you anywhere. Whether it was war or any other project, if you don't have the guts to make it true, then it's useless to keep going. However, as days went by, the two gems came to the conclusion that just a strong resolve wasn't enough to find someone.

No clues, no handprints not even a single note. Steven really wanted to not be found.

"What kind of places should we list to start?" asked Centi to one of them, Larimar to be exact.

As surreal as it sounded, despite the bad blood between Crystal Gems and Homeworld Gems, both Snowflake and Larimar could befriend Centi and her crew while looking for Steven.

So, maybe it was because all of them were corrupted and saved by him because they cared about him because Steven befriended them and helped them to adjust to a new era. Maybe those were the only reasons to make a team with former enemies. However, with time they started to bond over other things like what they liked, how they were finding themselves without wars or Diamonds' orders around, their opinions about Era 3, trivialities. Anything that crossed their minds.

Just like that, differences stopped existing between each other, and yeah, at first they wondered why but then it became obvious: there were others whose experiences you could relate to, even if they were Homeworld Gems.

That single realization gave Larimar an idea "Guys, did anyone know how Steven was doing?" that question froze everyone's work. Seconds of silence turned into minutes due to a deep reflection.

"He wouldn't have left if someone knew he wasn't ok, wouldn't he?" a Nephrite said, but she didn't sound that sure.

"I think this isn't about if someone knew how Steven was doing, it was more about if they could understand how he felt" Snowflake's opinion got everyone nodding. It made sense, after what they had heard of how Steven was behaving, it felt as if he was isolating himself because there was no one who could comprehend what he was going through.

"I still remembered when I corrupted," Centi said somberly "I felt so lost and alone. Even with my crew at my side, I didn't know if this torment would end. Steven still tried and listened to me. I didn't feel so lonely after that"

"Did he have someone to do the same for him?" another member of Centi's crew asked concerned.

A heavy silence made itself present as the answer.

It was worrying as much as it was tragic.

How long would have Steven gone through that? Giving his ears and shoulders to anyone who needed them but finding a lack of support despite the love everyone gave him.

Then another more confusing question came, is love enough to prevent events like this from happening? But if it were so simple as that, Steven would still be here and ok.

"What if Steven is looking for someone like him?" Larimar's question was strange and their raised eyebrows demanded an explanation.

"We can understand each other because we know how terrifying it was the Corruption Attack or be corrupted. He may be feeling scared for some reason but no one can see it in his way"

"A human with gem powers, that is unique indeed" Snowflake pensive expression then turned into a scowl "I don't think his sudden journey is going to be successful. Never before has been someone like Steven. A mix of human and gem. Garnet told me it was like a fusion"

"Instead of searching another hybrid between human and gem, he might be looking for people who have enough ears and shoulders that he can rely on"

"We can give him that" a Nephrite intervened by showing her shapeshifting abilities to multiply her shoulders "There will be enough and even more for him to pick"

"I think it goes beyond the number" Larimar sat in a rock in the middle of the huge Strawberry Battlefield.

Even when the war was over, the air still felt heavy and bitter in the area. The screams, the clash of weapons, pieces of cracked and shattered gems covering the ground, the sky the color of blood.

Larimar hoped, really hoped, that Steven wasn't here hiding because this place, despite being calm and beautiful now, only harbored dark memories and feelings.

Perhaps that's how Steven was doing right now. Trying to keep a bravado or smile to everyone, even if inside of him there was a raged storm.

And no one better than him could get that sensation, but Steven didn’t want himself to understand him, he wanted another person.

"Larimar, something on your mind?" Snowflake put a comforting hand on her shoulder, encouraging her kindly to tell her what's wrong.

"Is it enough for someone to just have themselves?"

That was a very philosophical question. And no, Snowflake didn't know what to answer.

"Care to elaborate?"

"I mean, when we were corrupted we were scared, hurt and confused. We didn't have anyone, we couldn't remember who we were. If it weren't for Steven it would have been worse. So, how can someone be understood or feel like they're being listened if having themselves isn't even enough?"

"Honestly, I don't know. But we had the chance to be listened, to be helped. Steven gave us that chance"

"It's time for us to return the favor" Centi, who hadn't been that far away from the two gems, approached them after hearing what they were saying.

"We'll listen to him as long as he wants," another Nephrite said, determinedly.

"We can be those shoulders he lacked"

"Because we know how it feels to be lost and terrified"

"We'll try as hard as possible. He deserves it. He needs it"

Resolution ran through their bodies as if it were blood coursing through veins. Whether Steven was finding someone else to understand him or finding himself, once they found his savior, they will help him by being by his side.

That single step wouldn't be enough but it would be the way to make Steven see that people got his back.

#Steven Universe Future #Post-Prickly Pair episode #Angst #Friendship #Little Larimar #Snowflake #centipeetle #Centi's crew #Hurt/Comfort #Feelings

[misc-headcanons]

Oh, could I please suggest a Killer x Slave! Reader? You can chose the context! Thanks so much!

(This is a weird hybrid of a scenario and headcanons, so I hope that’s okay ^.^)

Killer had rescued you from slavery during the events at Sabaody. In the chaos of Luffy and the Straw Hats interrupting the slave auction, Killer saw that the Celestial Dragon who had bought you had left you behind when they fled. You were still in chains, and Killer had noticed a fiery spark in you when he had noticed you staring.

He approached you, and you worried that you would be taken captive aboard Kidd’s ship. You glared defiantly at Killer, but to your surprise all he did was kneel down to face you at eye level. “I can break those for you, if you want.” He touched your chains.

You were confused as to why he’d even care about you, considering his (and his crew’s) reputation. Hesitantly, you nodded and raised your hands up for him to free you. He managed to break your chains with just one strike, and they clattered to the floor as you rubbed your aching wrists.

Killer had expected you to run to safety now that you were free, and he watched you run out of the auction house. Imagine his surprise when he and Kidd stepped outside and saw you savagely fighting any Marine that was unfortunate enough to cross you. The two of them raised an eyebrow as you disarmed a soldier, stole his bayonet-rifle, and stabbed him to death with it.

When you had finished, you saw that they were watching you, and you ran up to them. “Take me with you,” you demanded. A few stray smears of blood were on your face and arms. “I can cook, I know how to maintain a ship, and I can fight. I want to fight.”

Kidd was happy to take on someone so willing and eager to kill, and having an extra hand on deck wouldn’t hurt. He smirked and told you to try and keep up with him and Killer as they made their way to their ship.

Once the Pacifista arrived, Killer had to pull you out of the way of a blast and he wound up carrying you fireman-style all the way to the ship. The entire time you were on his back, you were screaming curses at the Marines, the Celestial Dragons, and everyone who stood by and did nothing when the World Government committed an injustice.

Life on the ship wasn’t as chaotic as you would have imagined, and you worked hard to earn your keep. The other members of Kidd’s crew took a while to warm up to you, so Killer was the only one who regularly interacted with you at first. He said that you didn’t have to do everything on the ship and that if the others got to be lazy, you could take a break too.

It was strange to be given permission to relax. You’d been a slave for most of your life, so you were used to working yourself ragged whenever you could. And while you weren’t a slave anymore, you felt you were indebted to Kidd and Killer; they weren’t your masters, but they were your rescuers and they gave you food, shelter, and the freedom to kill as many World Government dogs as you wanted. You gave Killer a small smile and agreed to take a break from working for the day.

Killer never asks you about your life as a slave, but he’ll listen if you decide to open up about it. He feels that your past is your own business, and that if you want to keep things to yourself that it’s your right to do so.

You two regularly sat next to each other whenever the crew ate together, and Kidd would constantly make fun of Killer whenever you two were together. Killer is actually really subtle whenever he realizes he has feelings for you, but Kidd’s known him for so long that he can figure it out right away.

Kidd corners you one day and tells you not to fuck with his second-in-command’s feelings or break his heart, and while you promise you wouldn’t ever do anything like that, you make fun of Kidd for doing something so kind on Killer’s behalf. He shrugs and brushes you off, saying that he just doesn’t want Killer to be a mopey sad sack and he didn’t want any “teenage bullshit drama” on his ship.

In addition to telling you to not work yourself ragged on the ship, Killer does things for you; he’ll get random snacks for you from the kitchen if you mention you’re a bit hungry, he’ll get some weapons that he thinks you’d like whenever the crew pillages a town, and he’ll be the one to take care of you whenever you get sick.

When he finally confesses that he has feelings for you, it’s while you’re hanging out in his cabin (as usual). You two were chatting on the couch he has in there, and when he confesses you simply smile and lean your head against his shoulder. “I’ve known that for a while.” His face warms a little as he asks how long, and you laugh at the surprised/flustered tone in his voice. “Even with the mask on, I can tell how you blush whenever I give you a compliment or when our hands touch each other by accident. You get a little…a little ‘glow’ whenever we’re together.” Your voice gets quieter as you squeeze his hand. “I get one too.”

Killer puts an arm around you, and you nuzzle his neck a bit. Even without outright saying it, the two of you know that you’re more than just nakama.

#one piece #one piece headcanon #one piece headcanons #killer #mine #Anonymous #queue #female s/o

[strawberrycartt]

*hands him cake* Hey Satan, heard you had a flat ass. Get better soon, okay?

Thanks, he hates it.

The demon brothers and Madi are answering questions!

Ask event info post (please note that the period to send in questions has ended!)

#Too bad that cake didn't last very long 😔 #Straw's kind of chaotic ask event #obey me #obey me fanart #obey me satan #satan

[la-fille-en-aiguilles]

His Father’s Son

Young!Sirius Black x Female Reader & NotSoYoung!Sirius Black x Female Reader

Request: Idk if requests are open or anything but can you write Sirius has a Slytherin son that's the twins age and hates him because Sirius likes Harry better

A/N: This awesome anon has sent me this mind-blowing request about Sirius. When I read it this morning I went Holy cow, how do I write THAT?! And honestly I even considered dropping it because I had no idea what to do with it. But then I went on a run, and it just came to me. I typed away, and this is what came out. Dear Anon, I’m not quite sure if this is what you had in mind. I hope the story doesn’t disappoint you. 

Synopsis: After the tragic events in the Hall of Prophecy in the Ministry of Magic, Alastair Black, Sirius’ only son, comes banging on the doors of his father’s ancestral home. What awaits for him there is his father’s friend Y/N, and her version of the past events might just make him question everything he thought he knew. 

WARNINGS: mentions of death, suffering, ANGSTY AF (I don’t know what happened to me there).

I hope you enjoy!  

The Beautiful & Damned will be back with a new chapter tomorrow! 

The night is solemnly silent, save for the roaring of the rain, assaulting the roof of the old, moaning house. Fists and jaw clenched tight, his eyes are fixed on the only glowing window, yellowed by time. Wet strands of hair cling to his burning front, and cold water is a blessing, hitting every inch of his skin, hammering the pain deeper and deeper inside of him, so no one sees. 

He’s weightless as his feet take him to the heavy doors - the doors he thought he’d never enter again. Inhaling frantically, he crashes both of his fists against the polished wood, the loud bang awakening something he long since locked in his rattling cage of a chest. 

The moment the sound reaches his ears, there’s is no stopping the rage that’s finally set free, painting his vision red. He hits the door again and again, bashing his fists in, until his hands go black and blue. The rambling in his head is getting louder, the shaking in his bones grows stronger, and the only way to stop it is to finally do it - blow the bloody doors of that piece of shit of a house, where he has never felt at home. 

He barely realises it when the doors slam open in his face, bright yellow light blinding him. Falling on his knees, his maimed hands covering his swollen eyes, he lets someone soft and warm wrap their hands around him. They don’t speak, and he doesn’t either, contenting himself with relishing the comfort of their touch. 

When his sensitive eyes adjust to light, he sees the empty corridors ahead, bathing in the welcoming glow. Dust floats in the musk-scented air, its playful light-stained thin whirls inviting him in. 

Hot tears welling up in his eyes, he tangles his sore fingers in Y/N hair, clinging to her fragile frame. She smells like Neroli and always, and her smell, coupled with the sight before his eyes, is enough for him to finally let go. 

“He’s dead!” the cry tears his insides apart, popping his veins open. “He’s dead! Sirius is dead!…”

She rocks him softly in place, littering his raven-black hair with chaotic kisses, her own cheeks glistening in the light of a full yellow moon. 

---

“Would you like something to drink, Alastair?” 

He blinks rapidly, his eyes sore and dry, his stare completely vacant. Y/N’s heart clenches, and she forces herself to go on:

“I still have a bit of coffee left… It’s either that or firewhiskey”, she drops into the chair across from the young Black, slamming a half-empty bottle of amber liquid against the table’s surface. “Pick your poison.”

Rubbing his nose with the back of a hand, Alastair quickly motions towards the bottle, and folds his hands in front of him. In booming silence, Y/N serves him a splash of the burning liquid and pushes the glass in his direction. His bleeding long fingers wrap around it as he downs the alcohol in one go, throwing his head back. 

Y/N watches him closely, as spider-web cracks on her porcelain heart become more and more prominent. In the dim lights of the Grimmauld place, Alastair looks so much like Sirius: he’s all bruises and blood, his beautiful stormy eyes dark grey, almost black, his jaw tense and his cheekbones sharp enough to cut her skin and bleed her dry. She crashes an unwanted whimper in its wake, as Sirius’ son raises his foggy orbs to look at her with a desperation of a man catching at straws, drowning in a bottomless river. 

“I’m sorry,” he says, his pale lips barely moving. “I didn’t want to wake you…”

“I wasn’t asleep,” Y/N interrupts, gazing at him, her eyelids each weighting a ton. “I was waiting for you. I was hoping you’d show”. 

Alastair nods, avoiding her gentle eyes. Fetching the bottle, he serves himself another drink, and noticing an empty glass a little further away, splashes a generous amount of alcohol inside, wetting its walls. Leaning over the table, he puts the glass in front of Y/N, still refusing to look her in the eyes. 

“It’s not like everything changed or anything”, he lets out, his fingers fidgeting with the rim of his glass. “He was long dead to me before that bitch actually Avada Kedavra’d him”, his nonchalance is a thought out act. Whiskey wets his lips. “He never loved me. He never loved anybody but his precious Harry fucking Potter.”

“Alastair…” Y/N gives her dissent a muffled try. “You know it isn’t…”

“Oh it is the truth, Y/N, so don’t waste your breath”, he chuckles bitterly, missing the rage already. Bitterness is worse than anger, because it lasts. “From the moment I was born, he didn’t want me. He blamed me for my mother’s death. All I wanted,” his voice trembled, but Alastair quickly got a hold of himself. “All I wanted was a fucking chance. I wasn’t given any. He abandoned me. He preferred to surrender and go to Azkaban for the crime he didn’t commit, than stay and fight and be a fucking father. And when he came out, he wanted nothing to do with me. Doesn’t come as a surprise, really - I am not a Potter, after all!” thunder flashed in his tempestuous irises. “I made peace with my orphanage, a very long time ago. I’m glad the Weasleys were able to see past my green and silver uniform…”

The lights in the room went out with a loud shattering sound, the glass from overhead lamps clattering on the floor. Alastair froze mid-sentence, Y/N rugged breathing echoing in the dark space. 

“You have no fucking idea what you’re talking about, Alastair”, Y/N’s struggles through the sentence, her last effort spent on controlling her temper. “I’m going to fetch a candle and we are going to talk”, young Black hears the shuffling as she gets on her feet. “Well, I am going to talk, and you are going to listen, because I’ve got plenty to say”, having said that, she makes her way to the kitchen counter. 

Minutes later, a bright yellow-and-orange flame flickers in the dark, casting long shadows on the walls of the room. Darkness clusters around the two of them, and the whole world is put on hold. 

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“…What you have to understand, Alastair, is that those were dark, hopeless times. With those who made it through alive, we prayed that no witch or wizard had to go what we went through. 

The war makes you think differently; the constant state of fear and knowing that each minute could be your last changes the way you look at things; it turns your entire world upside down. 

At first, just like you’re doing right now in regards to your father’s behaviour, we were looking for reasons. It took us thousands of lost lives to finally learn the truth - not everything had a reason - a rational commonsensical cause that comes from the faculty of the mind to distinguish good from evil and right from wrong. Merlin knows, Death Eaters had no reason to act like monsters. Merlin knows, Death Eaters had no reason to line up into a battalion, to aim their wands at other wizards’ chests and to yell an unforgivable curse at the top of their lungs. What they did have was command, and enough fear to obey.

Fear was living among us, following us everywhere we went. Fear turned some of the best of us into cold-blooded murderers, and it was hard to always focus on that fateful yet blurry line that separated us from Voldemort’s sidekicks. What I want you to understand is that fear pushed us towards choices we would have never otherwise made. Fear was what pushed James and Lily into the Godric’s Hollow, far away from their friends and family - I keep asking myself what would have happened if they’d stayed. Would we have stood a chance against Voldemort, as a strong, united front, together? Would they have still been alive?… Maybe, fear was what truly killed them both. 

Sirius always wanted to do what was right. But at some point, fear changed your father’s perception of right, and we - I - was in no position to argue, because I didn’t know what right was anymore, either. 

We were mourning your mother, Marlene, each in our own way. Voldemort wiped out her entire family, and if he didn’t touch you, it surely wasn’t out of the fucking goodness of his heart. Riddle did not know you existed, Alastair. Only a handful of wizards knew Sirius and Marlene were so in love, they wanted a kid, a ray of light amidst all that darkness. I knew. So did Molly. James and Lily knew too, of course. Remus and Peter - thank Merlin, Peter did not know!… Thinking about it now, I still can’t believe we didn’t see it coming, we didn’t kill him while we still had a chance, while the damage still hadn’t been done!…

You were four years old when wizards from the Ministry came for your father. I remember it clear as day, but what price wouldn’t I pay to forget. Sirius was tired of running. His thoughts were eating him alive. What kind of start in life was he offering you, his son? Days prior to his arrest, he told me, “You know what to do, Y/N”, and he squeezed my hand, ever so lightly… 

A notorious runaway murderer, he couldn’t send you to Hogwarts without surrendering. Upon learning that you, Alastair Black, were Sirius’ son, the Ministry would have kept you hostage to lure him out. He refused to drag you down with him, no matter how much it’d cost him… 

I left our hiding place with you under my robes hours before the Ministry came. I saw them burning the place to the ground, and every last memory of your mother with it… 

I was a mess by the time I arrived at the Burrow. Molly and Arthur kept asking me what happened, what was wrong… I couldn’t form words. I choked on them. You have to understand, Alastair, I watched as my best friend, the man I respected and loved more than anything in the world, was taken to Azkaban for the crime he didn’t commit. I finally had him, and I lost him, because I made a mistake. I should have never agreed to put my trust in Peter, I had a gut feeling about him, even back when we were at school!… I was disappointed in the entire world and I blamed myself. 

Molly and Arthur took you in as if you were one of their own. I watched you grow, and I was proud of the young man you were becoming, taking so much after your father! Watching you become  your father’s son was killing me slowly, while I still mourned the person who wasn’t even dead. A brilliant young wizard, be it a little on the troublemaker side, you, Fred and George might as well have been the new Marauders, carrying on your father’s legacy unbeknownst to you. 

Each time I came over to Molly’s over the holidays, I cried my eyes out upon returning here, in this very kitchen - Merlin, you were just like him!… At war with his true family. Just like Sirius before you, you hated everything that the Black family represented, and you weren’t shy to express your feelings - a very rebel-like move for a Slytherin, some said. Dressed in greens and silvers, you were the spitting image of the man I loved in every little line littering your face, too early for your age.

Why didn’t you take me in, then, you probably wonder. With me loving your father so much and all, I should have been the first in line to take care of you. The truth was, I couldn’t. The day your father had been taken, I swore to myself I’d find Peter Pettigrew, and I’ll make him confess,  before he takes Sirius’ place in Azkaban. I spent years on the move, blinded by my desire for revenge, while Peter….He was always right there, right in front of our noses. 

Every time I saw you at the Burrow, your smile never reached your eyes. So many questions were swimming in their stormy oceans, unanswered. You wanted the truth, and I was the only person who was able to give it to you. Yet I couldn’t. As much as it killed me, you were better off hating you father. Should I have told you the truth - just how much he loved you, and that he was innocent - it could backfire in the most unpredictable way. So I remained silent, and there were desperate times when I thought I’d carry Padfoot’s secrets to my grave. 

When Sirius got out, and the truth broke free with him, it took a while for it to settle in, even among the members of the Order. I can’t imagine what it must have felt like, learning that your father was innocent this entire time, that you were never the son of a murderer, but of a man wrongfully committed to Azkaban. When the news finally reached me, I dropped everything and set out for the Burrow: this time, I was going to give you all the answers you needed to hear, before you were to reunite with your father. 

I apparated at Grimmauld’s place at quarter past midnight, I remember very well. Not a single window was alight. I entered the house I almost learned to hate, for everything reminded me of you father here, cutting me open. I made my way to the kitchen. Something didn’t feel right, the atmosphere had shifted, it was almost like the house could breathe again. 

The moment I saw your father sitting in the very chair you are occupying, my legs failed me. I broke down on my knees, sobbing uncontrollably, like a little girl. Your father put your arms around me, placing feverish kisses all over my face, telling me that it was going to be okay now. He was back. 

We talked the night away, until the dawn coloured the sky light pink. He wanted to know everything about you - what kind of person you’d become, what you loved, what made you tick, what subjects at Hogwarts were your favourite… I watched a mischievous smile bloom on his chapped lips as I mentioned that your animagus form was a husky. He laughed out loud when I told him you were exceptionally good at blowing up school toilets. He cleared his throat, hiding his tears of joy when he learned you were proud to be a Slytherin, because it “came to show that not all Slytherins were Death Eaters in the making”. I swear I saw Padfoot come back to life that night, familiar fire melting the deadly coldness in his eyes away. 

We arranged for the old members of the Order to come to the Grimmauld place in the evening; I asked Molly to tell you to come too. Sirius was anxious the entire day. He couldn’t sleep and he couldn’t eat, threatening to go see you, claiming he had waited enough. Coming out there, even as a dog, was still dangerous, so I talked him down, time and again. 

I will never forget the tears rolling down his cheeks when he saw you, after all these years… When he held you in his arms… My heart stopped at the sight. Having seen his eyes, having felt his chest against your own that night, how dare you say your father never loved you, Alastair?… You were the only thing that mattered to him, the only thing that kept him going… Even if he was forced not to show it. 

That’s right, you heard me. The moment the members of the Order sat down at this table that night, we knew: many more meetings would follow. I’d been places and I’d seen things - there was no doubt left in my mind that Voldemort was planning his big return, his servants and all these creatures who worshipped him restless. We all knew the danger was coming, but we didn’t know from where exactly.  

Dumbledore and Sirius stepped into the hall after the meeting; they talked long enough for me to start to worry. When Sirius returned to the kitchen, we were still sitting at this table, do you remember?… A bright smile lit up your features as you asked your father if you could stay with him for the remainder of the summer. His answer was short and cold, and shook me to the core. He didn’t even say goodbye when you left for Burrow with Molly and Arthur. 

I was furious. I waited till we were left alone in the house to confront him. I came off a little stronger than I intended, reminding him that you were his son, for Merlin’s sake, and calling him heartless. Tears glimmered in his bloodshot eyes as he told me he was doing what was best for you. It was too dangerous for you to be close to him - he was still considered a murderer by the Ministry, only now the other side of the looming war wanted him dead as well. Being his son alone had already put you in danger; being a devoted, loving son would have surely killed you. I tried to talk some sense into him - he was making the same damn mistake we let James and Lily commit back in the day - he was yielding to fear. 

Please understand, Alastair, this wasn’t my decision to make. I wasn’t your mother. I was nobody really, and that’s exactly what your father told me, point blank. I stared at him in disbelief for what felt like an eternity, before I disappeared into thin air, apparating back to my place in London.  

I watched you grow bitter, while the skies above our heads grew darker with every single day. I tried to talk to you, to justify your father’s behaviour in your eyes, but you wouldn’t listen. I forced Remus, the only close friend I had left, to try and open your father’s eyes, Merlin knows, he’d been good at it when we were back at Hogwarts. Sirius wouldn’t budge, either. Like father, like son. 

I know you were jealous of Harry, I could see it just by looking at your face, don’t try to deny it. All because Sirius was treating him like a friend. What he saw, looking at Harry, was James. An equal, capable of fighting - not the most valuable thing in the world that needed to be protected at all costs. You were the quintessential reason he survived Azkaban. You were the only force that made him go out and fight, every single day. You weren’t just you in his eyes - you were the promise of the happy future he had to deserve by avenging your poor mother. I think he punished himself in a way all this time, he blamed himself for not having been there for the mother of his child when she needed him most. He blamed himself for leaving you. Under the weight of all this guilt and fear, your father got lost… And I wasn’t there to fight for him, to show him the way.

He came to see me… He came to see me a week ago, right before that night at the Ministry”. 

Y/N no longer looks at Alastair - her gaze is lost in the darkness of the hall, as tears roll down her cheeks. 

“…And I didn’t let him in.”

With his vision blurry, Alastair bites on his lips, his chest heaving. He is drowning in all-consuming pain, and no one’s here to save him. This must be what his father felt like. In agony and all alone. 

“There’s not a minute that goes by that I don’t think about him,” Y/N rubs her eyes with the heels of her hands. “I know I could have saved him,” her voice cracks, and her entire body shudders. “Had I loved him a little less, just a tad less to forgive him for the hurt he had caused me, I could have saved him. I could have gone to the Ministry that night instead of him, I could have convinced him to stay here, with you, for he had so much to lose…” Alastair’s eyes meet hers - not a flicker of the flame is reflecting in their irises. He gets the feeling his are the same, void and dark, like his name. 

“I could have saved him,” he says, covering Y/N’s hand with his, squeezing it ever so lightly. “Had I loved him at his worse, when he needed me most”. 

Silence is a scary sound as it closes in on them - on a heartbroken woman with tear-stained cheeks who loved too much, and on the orphan with blood-shot, thunderous grey eyes who did not love enough. 

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Next To You ㅡ Taeyong [Part II]

Part I

A/N: Uh, yeah- I suck at plot so honestly this is for my horny peoples- Fem!Virgin!Reader-who_doesnt_like_coffee FYI

** S M U T; fingering, oral [receiving], penetration, cum... love bites, typos **

Word Count: 5.8K

ㅡ  Genre: A sprinkle of angst in the beginning- Fluffy smut!

Each time you heard the Weeknd’s chaotically mellow voice in Try Me it brought you back to that time. To the late summer party at the beach house of Johnny’s family; to the time Taeyong had you beneath him on the bed just upstairs as the floorboards thumped with the lustful bass. Bits and pieces were missing, conversations and words lost in translation, but touches and soft murmurs seared into your memory like a branding.

The two of you had been careless with your words and actions, hesitation seeming to have dissipated after several kisses shared between the two of you- You’d like to blame it on the alcohol.

Things had changed- For better or worse, you weren't sure... An awkward fog surrounded the two of you- Without the liquid courage you seemed the be at a stalemate with each other. Taeyong didn’t want to seem to clingy or pressuring, handling you delicately and always withdrawing himself when things seemed to pass chaste. As a result you became more hesitant, rarely initiating anything first. In public he seemed to have two modes, distant or protecting the spot beside you fiercely. 

An example was right now- He seemed preoccupied on his phone, his Americano left untouched before him as his elbows perched upon the table adjacent from you. Idly, you stirred your straw in your drink, listening intently as the ice clinked. As a friend he seemed to easy to understand, the two of you seeming to share the same wave-length- However, now you felt as though each glance and word needed to be dissected... Partly, it was due to your self-conscious nature, feeling doubt overwhelm you on occasion.

It’d been a mere week since the party, since the events unfolded to bring the two of you together as a ‘couple’.  You hadn’t expected much to change about your dynamic other than the addition of skinship and a few more loving traits. Yet, it seemed even now the chaste things he’d do like pinch your cheek when you were being silly or place his hand upon the nape of your neck on occasion to massage the tense joint considerately were a thing of the past. He seemed hyperaware of touching you, keeping his hands to himself most of the time. Except on the random occasions he seemed to be lovey or protective, always keeping a hand on you.

“Tae,” you spoke softly, watching as his relatively calm gaze flitted back and forth upon the screen of his phone.

He hummed in response before glancing at you over the top of his screen.

“You haven’t even touched your Americano,” you stressed, adding a light whine to your voice to keep the atmosphere light.

“Jaehyun’s hosting a party tonight-” 

It was news to you, your brows raising gently as you brought your straw to your lips.

“Do you want to go?”

The question seemed to hold weight. You mulled over your options silently- Taeyong seemed to be phasing out of the party-scene and he’d already told you he didn’t like it when you got wasted. You didn’t want to seem too wild- Honestly, you just wanted to spend time with him.

“Not really...”

“No?”

His eyes were a little wider than normally, surprise by your words.

The last party you’d gone too was a mess, but it led to the events which led to the current moment.

“Then,” he trailed off, typing back a reply to you assumed Jaehyun.

“I just want to be with you,” you admitted, feeling a little sheepish.

You couldn’t hold in the small giggle that erupted when you met his gaze again. He grinned in return, placing his phone down before nudging his drink aside gently with his knuckles before reaching to cradle one of your hands in his own. Your insides churned and you hated yourself for shifting your thighs together in your seat. Even the simplest of touches made you hyper-sexual. Ever since that night you’d been dragging yourself for being so spontaneous and careless, cringing as you remember snippets of you crying and begging him to take your virginity- It made you feel like such a loser... Yet, you didn’t regret any of it- Because if you hadn’t, perhaps the shared touches in Johnny’s bedroom wouldn’t have taken place. His touch was so warm and gentle- And you couldn’t shake it. You thought about trying again constantly, turned on by nearly everything and anything Taeyong did- In the week since Johnny’s you’d given him another blow-job, but yet had he touched you again. You were scared he’d want to try again, but didn’t want to run the risk of disappointing him again so soon by backing out once more- So, you never asked for anything in return and simply labeled yourself as a giver. This thumb ran across the range of your knuckles, dragging across the soft skin delicately.

“Should we have our own party?”

You nodded immediately, wearing a thoughtful smile as you began to imagine the evening.

“Let’s go then-”

“Ah-” 

Letting out a small sound of surprise at his words as he withdrew his hand, you blinked several times.

“You didn’t finish your-”

“I decided I don’t want it-”

“...W-Why? That’s-”

“You don’t like coffee,” he interjected.

Your brows scrunched together as he shrugged on his denim jacket.

“So?”

A knowing grin took over his features.

“You’ll thank me later.”

Confused as Hell, you let out a small sigh, collecting your small tote as you stood. He was always so cryptic.

“What does that mean?” you inquired as you left the café.

His fingers slipped into your own, before swinging your conjoined hand gently. 

“It means,” he began, lowering his voice, “I don’t want you to use it as an excuse later-”

“Excuse?”

He nearly rolled his eyes, feeling as though his intentions were so obvious.  The wind blew suddenly as the two of you reached the bus stop. He unclasped his hand from your own, reaching up to brush your hair from your face with a small smile before his thumb brushed your bottom lip affectionately before pinching it gently between the pad of his thumb and smooth plane of the side of his index. He tugged it softly, his warm eyes seeping into your own.

“My place or yours?”

You sputtered, reaching up to grasp his hand with your own two, pulling him away so you could answer.

“Mine is kind of messy,” you admitted.

You could feel your cheeks heat, he was oddly so affectionate, giving you the attention you craved.

“Of course it is,” he teased, tearing his gaze away from looking down at you and instead at the approaching bus.

Just your luck... All of the seats were full.  Holding onto one of the poles, Tae loitered behind you, reaching up to hang off of one of the squeaky rungs. As the bus lurched forward, you felt his chest press to your back. A hand swung around to grab the cool metallic pole just above your own. His hand seemed so large in comparison, his forearm flexing as he adjusted his grip. A bit shyly, you looked up at him from over your shoulder. He wore a small smile as he met your gaze. Perhaps this was the turning point. Perhaps the awkward tension of transitioning from friends to lovers was natural and took only a bit of time to fade away. As chaste as the moment was, you wanted nothing more than to plaster your lips to his neck and jaw, gnawing on the inside of your lip at the idea of painting his skin in dark hickies. 

“What should we do?”

His voice had a cute lilt too it- He never broke his cutesy side out too often, but ever since you said you wanted to spend the evening with him he couldn’t help the butterflies from bubbling inside.

“Maybe...” you pondered, “Order chicken-”

He sputtered a laugh, “Are you hungry?”

You’d had a light lunch before you met him- But the idea was always appealing.

“And watch a movie?” you suggested, “Is it too boring?”

“No,” he grinned, “It’s simple. I like simple.”

You could feel eyes upon the pair of you, no doubt seeming as enamored lovebirds in public was bound to catch a few stares.

Taeyong could feel a heat rise to his ears as his stop neared, his mind having played tricks on him all day- It was a simple evening, but after being worn out simple was exactly what he was looking for. That is... A hope he had to get worn out. A strenuous activity that’d leave the two of you satisfied- Was what he was craving.  He couldn’t stop glancing down the hint of cleavage your shirt allowed- How the tops of your breasts rounded when you crossed your arms or leaned against the table across from him. And your ass- He shouldn’t have been so objectifying, but your ass was always something he’d appreciated. From the tight skirts or dresses you sometimes wore at parties to the simple jeans you wore now- He just wanted to knead it, to feel it beneath his fingertips- His mind wandered to the time he’d thought of holding you close as you rode him in his lap, his hands glued to the curvature of-

“Tae?”

He was snapped from his thoughts as you tugged on his sleeve, scanning your bus card as the mechanic doors slid open. Following after you, he let you link your arm with his as he shoved his card into his pocket. He knew he shouldn’t have such explicit thoughts, considering it’d only been a week- What if he subconsciously pressured you... Too caught up in his own desires...? Little did he know, you were having the same thoughts.

Window open, you were able to here the quaint sounds of the city- Buses brakes hisses in the distance and the chatter of pedestrians. It was a tad too loud for your liking, although he was on the 7th floor.

“Can I close the window?”

He gave a nod, slipping off his shows behind you before watching your quick steps. The silence that came with closing the window made his small apartment feel even smaller. Glancing to the side, you saw his bed wasn’t made, blankets messily strewn about on the mattress.  He lived in a studio, you could see everything. Yet, you had to admit, it was more well-kept than your own.

You felt arms circle around you, your hand still reaching up to grasp the window latch. A hot breath ghosted along your neck- A hand reaching up to brush the underside of your chest, his other smoothing along the outside of your hip.

“I ditched my Americano so you would make-out with me,” he admitted, turning you around.

You had to chuckle, pawing at his shoulder gently, “Because I don’t like the taste of coffee?”

He gave a hum, resting his forehead against yours as he backed you up against the wall to the side of the window.

“I would have made-out with you anyway,” you retorted, your voice a mere whisper.

Instead of verbally responding, he let his eyes flutter close, his head tilting to the side so gently before his lips were melding with your own. You sighed against his lips, gripping his shirt in your hands, to bring him closer, but push him away if he smothered you- His kiss was chaste and sensual, the first of its kind you’d ever received. His second kiss was less-so however, his hunger portrayed through the pressure he applied to your lips as his body drew nearer. His neck craned the more he drew neared, his hands ghosting over your own before pulling them from his shirt, guiding them to drape around his neck. You had to pull back for a moment to breath- Yet, your breath seemed to get caught in your throat once you felt his soft lips migrate to your neck, his hot tongue laving at the flesh before his lips kissed over it. You let out several small whimpers, fueling his growing desire.

“You’re so sensitive,” he breathed, as if to himself, before sucking upon the skin suddenly.

Your hands had woven into his hair at this point, your tiny voice increasing in volume as you struggled to stay quiet. His nostrils flared against your skin, hot breaths making you squirm. His hands went to your hips before falling to your thighs, pulling one of your legs to hook over his hip before motioning for the other. With one leg around him, it didn’t even take a small jump, your legs encircling his waist easily as he pressed you against the wall, his fingertips digging into the would-be flesh of your thighs-

He was on his bed, perched on the side with you in his lap, his lips reconnected with your own. He moaned against your lips in appreciation as his hands smoothed over your ass, the tight denim prohibiting him from feeling the soft flesh beneath. He gave it a small slap before pawing at it. You could feel the stiffness in his pants grow.

“I want you so bad,” he muttered.

His lips trailed down to your blouse, pulling the collar further down with an agile finger to kiss your cleavage, taking his time to let his lips explore the valley of your breasts. With a huff, you toppled him over, your thighs buffering either side of his hips as you knelt upon the sheets- You’d meant to be more suave and not so rough or sudden, but you had to stop yourself from falling on top of him, your hands holding you up on either side of his head.  His dark eyes flickered down between the two of you, taking in your position. He didn’t have much time to react, a choked gasp escaping him as you let your lips mouth at his neck- You wasted no time introducing your teeth, happy to litter his skin with blossoming bruises. He was more vocal than you’d expected, small hums and sudden ‘ah’s escaping him every other breath. He wanted to pull the rest of you flush against him, to grind his painful tent against whatever he could...

Suddenly, he was rolling the two of you over, his weight pressing to you as you clung to him. He let you continue to suck and kiss along his neck, creating space between your lower halves before he was reaching down to undo the button of your jeans.  You couldn’t help but draw back slightly panicked.

“I want to eat you out,” he replied, unzipping the zipper before letting his gaze fix upon your own, “Is that okay?”

“I-”

You wanted the pleasure he promised, for him to get what he wanted, but... You felt shy still-

“D-Don’t look though,” you stammered.

Without reply, he drew back, pulling your jeans off with the help of your lips rising from the sheets. He shucked them aside, letting his lips linger upon your knee for a moment as his hands smoothed up the expanse of your smooth legs. He took a quick glance at your panties and you squeezed your eyes shut in embarrassment for a moment before they nearly bugged out of their sockets. A sharp hiccup of a mewl left you, feeling his lips indirectly upon you. His saliva and your essence were quick to aid with bleeding through the thin fabric of your panties, the warm moisture causing your back to arch. He positioned himself between your legs, mouthing at your heat through your underwear, taking deep breaths of your scent in all the while. Taeyong’s hands had curled around your thighs, keeping them close to him, but far enough apart to not shut him out.

“Oh my God-,” you whimpered, threading a hand into his locks.

His obsidian orbs shot up to meet your own, transfixing you. You broke his gaze only when you felt his tongue wiggle against your clit, the semi-rough fabric of your panties feeling blissful. He transitioned to kissing the inside of your thigh as his fingers hooked in the waistband. Your scent and taste already had him salivating and he hadn’t even tasted you properly yet. He pulled your panties down, the fabric biting into the tops of your thighs as two of his fingers hooked into the crotch, pulling it towards the sheets to allow him full access to you. He licked a long stripe up the expanse you offered before drawing back slightly.  Dazed, you let your head lull to the side, too affected to even make a scene as you caught Taeyong staring at your heat.

“You shaved?”

“I waxed,” you corrected, voice quiet.

A week ago when he’d had his fingers sheathed within you, he could feel a tuff of hair buffering your womanhood, but now- It was bare. You’d been so self-conscious of it and not knowing when the next might present itself for you man to touch you, you did what any panicking virgin would do and got it waxed. A hand slid to your folds, stretching them apart to allow your Taeyong to press a kiss to your clit.

“So beautiful,” he muttered, knowing the words were cliché, but nothing else came to mind, “All mine,” he muttered, lower.

Squirming under his gaze, he took the hint, leaning in to tease your clit with his petal-pink tongue gently before letting his eyes drift to your construed face.

“Have you ever done this before?”

“No...”

He took a certain pride in being the first to give such an intimate gesture, feeling as though it’d be a memorable moment for the two of you- And as if your sex was truly his. You squirmed in the sheets once more, letting your nails dig into his scalp as your fingers curled in his hair, pulling him closer, but also giving you something to grapple onto in reality. Nose brushing your swollen bud, he let his lips drag along the folds of your heat, darting his tongue out to prod at your entrance as you drew your legs further apart to spread you. His plush lips embraced your lower lips hungrily, lips noisily suckling upon your clitoris before drawing back for a moment to press a kiss to it.  His finger dipped into your core and you withdrew your hands from his hair, pulling one of his nearby pillows to hug against your face. He chuckled against your heat as you did so, swirling his finger around your core to collect your natural lubricant before adding a second finger. You felt his fluff of hair brush your thigh before the weight of his head rest against it, lazily tonguing at your clit as he slowly pumped two fingers into you, watching intently. Your face felt hot, even more so that you could smell his scent so strongly from his pillow. Why was he so good at this? Withdrawing his fingers, he pressed them to your clit, rubbing it in slow circles.

“So pretty,” he mumbled, “So pink-”

You had no words to reply to him, your back nearly snapping in half as you jolted, feeling his tongue against your ridges once more, able to feel what you assumed was your own slick mixed with his saliva drip from your core as you constricted around nothing. Humming in delight, he flattened his tongue against you, his fingers applying more pressure as their pace increased. A chant of curses and a squeal left you, muffled by the pillow. He used one hand to still your writhing hips.

“Fuck- You taste so good,” he grumbled, an addicting sweetened tang he’d never had before.

“I-I’m close,” you whined, his fingers abusing your clit causing your thighs to tremble.

Removing his face from your heat, his tongue darted out to lick his lips before he wretched the pillow away from you. Falling to rest upon his other hand he stared down at you, your panties snapping to brush his knuckles.

“I want to see you-”

Your hands struggled with where to cling- Settling with grabbing your own shirt as your back arched off the bed.

“P-Please,” you begged, eyes trained upon the man above you.

You didn’t have to beg, he’d give you what you wanted and more.

“I’m- God!” you heaved, brows knitting together as his fingers tugged your clit side to side vigorously.

You came, clenching around nothing, your hips lifting from the bed to chase your release before your thighs began to tremble. Your voice was caught in your throat, your mouth hanging open dumbly as you lost yourself in euphoria in his eyes. Leaning down, Taeyong pressed several kisses to your face as you let out a small whine of overstimulation, your body curling up. Drawing back, he was quick to make work of his belt, dropping it aside with a clamor as he shucked his jeans down- His eyes raked over your limp figure before he reached down to unbutton your blouse, flinging it open before pushing his black jeans to his knees which dipped into the mattress. Impatient, he pulled down his briefs next, out of breath.

“Can I cum on you?”

He was already palming himself, his stiff length painfully hard.

“Yes,” you answered, breathless.

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you let your blouse fall from your shoulders to your elbows, craning your neck towards Taeyong to let out a breath against his member. He stopped his hand, his hips seeming to move towards you on their own. Clutching his taut sack, he let out a hiss as your lips wrapped around his blushing tip, your tongue pressing to the underside of his head. Working himself, he hand pumped the rest of his shaft, the tip bleeding with precum onto your tongue. He cursed to himself several times, etching the sight into his memory for later times. The way your lashes seemed to bat up at him, pink tongue coaxing him to release... How was he already so close?  Regretfully pulling himself from your mouth, his hand vigorously pumped himself, his neck and love bites on display as he let it fall back, mouth hanging open before he snapped forward, a groan escaping him as he hunched over you. A guttural sound left him before a soundless breath, his seed painted your stomach before he angled it upward, milking the last of him on the valley of your breasts, a few drops getting on your bra. 

“Ah- God...” he groaned, leaning back on his haunches.

His member bobbed to the side as he did, still hard. Looking at him in alarm, as to why he only seemed to grow harder you noticed his semi-pained expression.

“Are you-”

He leaned back forward, his mused fringe falling over his eyes as he resumed tugging himself.

“I want you inside me-” you burst, unable to hold it anymore.

Retching his shirt over his head, he didn’t seem to care as he wiped the cum from you with it before balling it up carelessly and tossing it aside. It was so unlike him. Stepping off the bed, he shucked his jeans to the floor, not even taking the care to peel his socks off before fumbling for something under the bed. Condoms.

“Take off your shirt,” he directed.

He was back on the bed in a matter of seconds, propped against the headboard slyly as he watched you, tearing open the condom to roll over his member. Doing as he instructed, you let your flimsy blouse fall to the floor, kicking your panties off in the process, reaching behind you to undo your bra next.

“Leave it on,” he bargained, waving you towards him.

Crawling towards him he patted the spaces on either side of his toned thighs. You in took a sharp breath- Were you going to be riding him? The thought made you nervous. With legs on either side of his own, he held your gaze, sitting up straighter before pulling you forward by the thin material holding the cups of your bra together. A small gasp sounded before his lips were on yours again. His hand was once again at your heat, dipping a finger in before another easily, spreading your own cum around your folds. You felt filthy- He made you feel filthy, with the things he did to you and made you do. Two fingers penetrated you once more building a steady pace as he caught your bottom lip between his teeth. You let out hiccupped moans at the sensation, your hands falling to his shoulders to steady yourself.

“You like it?” he asked, pulling away a tad.

Nodding, you bit your lip, rocking forward gently with each pump he gave you.

“Look at you now- You’re a little slut now- Aren’t you?”

Hearing him call you such a name was so hot and you nodded with a mewl, clenching around his fingers as he smiled.

“Think you can take another?”

You gave a hum, nails digging into his shoulders as he added a third. His fingers stopped pumping into you, opting to curl, a squelching sound sounding as he did so vigorously. You let your face fall to his shoulder with a loud whine of his name.

“I can’t wait to fuck you,” he whispered into your ear before removing his fingers.

His other hand fell to the crown of your head, holding you close.

“Are you ready?”

You gave a silent nod against him, your thighs tensing.

“Relax, “ he breathed into your hair.

His slick hand directed his length to your core- You were glad he couldn’t see your face, you’d be too embarrassed to meet his smoldering gaze- His tip pressed into your folds gingerly before he lifted his lips slightly, pushing further into you. It was rather uncomfortable for a few moments as you clung to him. He pushed in further before his progress slowed, seeming to be stuck.

“Relax,” he reminded, his breath uneven.

Trying your best to melt into his hold, you let out a small cry of discomfort before a sharp breath. He’d pressed on, past what you assumed was the tightest part of your cavern. It didn’t feel as uncomfortable as before now, but you moved your hips a tad. Seating your weight deeper, you aided him in going down his length. His hips falling back to the sheets as his head fell back. It was beginning to feel uncomfortable again, his girth thicker near his base. Forcing yourself to finish what you started, you bottomed him out, wincing in the process and adjusting your hips to find a comfortable position. His hands flew to your hips, his hips flexing gently to slowly press himself deeper. Letting you adjust, his fingertips skimmed up your back to your bra, undoing the clasp before gently ushering your face from his shoulder.

“Is it okay?”

You gave a nod, bringing your arms in to let him pull the straps from your shoulders.

“Ah-” you whined suddenly as he shifted, pulling you closer as to let his cheek press to your breast as he peppered kisses.

“You feel so good, angel-” he praised, his gaze half-lidded, “So tight.”

You blushed, never in your years of friendship had he called you such an affectionate pet name-

Experimentally lifting his hips, he withdrew from you a tad before shallowly protruding once more. After a few experimental rolls of his hips, he rocked your hips back and forth as he sat of further against the headboard, resting his forehead against your own.  Impatient for pleasure yourself, you rose your hips before letting them fall.

“You feel so good,” you murmured, repeating his simple words.

Fuck. Even in such a compromising position you were cute-

“I-”

He held back his words, remembering he should take things slower.

“Y-Yes,” you whined as he flexed his hips against you, fucking into you shallowly.

His nails dug into your skin before they raked up the expanse of your back to pull your front flush with his.

“Does it hurt?”

“No-”

Impatient, his hands slid down to your ass, kneading the flesh in his hands before he increased his pace, pulling back further to infiltrate you deeper with each thrust. His pace wasn’t fast, nor was it slow. You soon found yourself bouncing upon his length in time with him. It felt a hundred times better than his fingers, a full feeling you’d never experienced before. He gave a particularly hard thrust causing you to whine.

“O-Ow, that-”

“I’m sorry,” he soothed, voice husky as if out of breath, his face nuzzling into your hair as he slowed.

Leaning you back, he laid you on your back, slipping out of you in the process. Hovering over you, he was quick to stuff himself back inside, pulling one of your thighs to hook over his sharp hip. He gave languid strokes, his eyes boring into your own all the while. He was intense, so much so you had to look away.  The mattress creaked beneath the both of you, his knees digging into the springs. His thrusts built up once more, he opted to build his pace, but keep his power relatively the same, content with staying within you shallowly with quick and light thrusts. You couldn’t get any words out- Everything that came out was an unintelligible sound. Accidentally, he gave a harsh thrust, bottoming out with a slap of skin. Your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head and Taeyong held in his apology.

Everything was too much. The smell of sex, an intoxicatingly unique scent that you found yourself rather liking- The smell of him, his cologne lingering on his body and sheets. The taste of a dry mouth- The sounds of his low grunts and skin slapping- The sensations; the feeling of the ridges of his cock penetrating you. The way your heart beat so rapidly, over flowing with affection and emotions.

And like that he came- Again. You were a tad sad the fun had to end now that you were getting used to it- But you were equally as exhausted. He pulled out and waddled to the bathroom and you had to chuckle at how he’d left his socks on. The sink ran for a few moments and you pulled one of his covers around you, inhaling deeply to bask in his scent. Next you heard the familiar sound of peeing, grinning to yourself that he hadn’t even closed the door. You rolled yourself further into the sheets, feeling cozy enough to drift off. The faucet sounded once more.

“What kind of chicken to do you want?”

Rolling over to face him, you watched him tug on a pair of sweatpants, his lean torso snagging your attention.

“Any-”

Dropping to the sheets, he draped a leg over your cocooned form, phone in hand. Playfully, he pulled you into his chest, propping his phone up on the top of your head as he scrolled through the delivery menu. Wiggling, you looked up at him. He grinned in return- A beautiful heart-throb of a grin. His eyes flickered to your hair, patting it down softly.

“Your hair’s a mess,” he teased.

As he did so, you focused your gaze on the love bites you’d scattered across his honey skin. Smiling to yourself childishly.

“Cajun wings,” he sang to himself, not even giving you the chance to add your input as he checked out.

“Is it boneless?”

“No,” he chortled, amused by your pout.

“You’re so cute,” he added, dropping his phone to the side.

“I feel so filthy,” you admitted.

“Why? It’s only natural-” he said, flicking your forehead, “Are you saying I’m dirty?”

“No,” you howled, wiggling.

“My cum baby,” he teased.

“Don’t call me that!”

“Why?”

He rolled over you, his voice dangerously low, “You like it when you cum, don’t you?”

You nodded, as if it was obvious, opening your mouth-

“And you like it when you have my cum on you, don’t you?” he interjected, “You like to swallow my cum and taste yours from my lips-”

You heaved at his chest, pushing him away. He was teasing you again.

“Do you want to shower?” he suddenly asked, rolling away.

ㅡ

A shower was just what you’d needed, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. You felt clean and pristine- Though his body wash had been a bit too musky for your taste. On the back of the toilet was a set of shorts and t-shirt he’d set out for you.

When you came out you could smell the tantalizing scent of chicken. On the floor sat Taeyong, box of delivery open, a small tray placed to the side for bones. The washer ran, water noisily splashing against its’ door. On his desk, his monitor, playing some sort of movie.  You sat beside him on the floor, surprised to find there was not a hair or crumb in place. His eyes were so wide, peaked with interest at the movie on screen.

“Did you answer the door like that?” you questioned, grabbing a wing.

Glancing down at his shirtless self as if oblivious to why you’d even ask he nodded. The delivery man must have had a fright...

A tad sore, you shifted, searching for a comfortable position- Tae had fallen asleep, the movie not entertaining enough to keep him focused evidently. He spooned you, his soft breaths against the nape of your neck making your hairs stand on end. You hadn’t planned on staying the night, but seeing as it was late- He was already asleep and you were growing drowsy, it couldn’t be helped.

“Yong-ie?” you whispered quietly, curious if there was a chance he wasn’t dozed.

You were met with no reply, but when you shifted once more on the bed his hold constricted. Smiling to yourself, you felt satisfied. Your first time had been such a scary notion, hearing horror stories and your friends’ complaints, you worried that it’d be an uncomfortable and terrible experience- But it went smoother than you could have hoped~ Sure, there were some things you wish you could have changed, but who didn’t have those kind of thoughts? It was thanks to him- Thanks to having a friend like him who could laugh off any awkward moments and talk comfortably- And thanks to a lover like him who patiently did his best to put you first; conveying his emotions perfectly to make the situation feel twenty times more intimate, each touch more igniting. You already craved him again. His expressions were the first of their kind you’d seen on him, ethereal- And his words and voice, haunted you, making your toes curl in delight.

You hoped from now on things would stay as sugary sweet as they were at this moment.

#stress got me like #just wanna get drunk and choke on a pretty boys cock #tmi but #taeyong smut #nct smut #nct series #taeyong series #taeyong fluff #nct fluff #nct u #nct 127 #nct 2018 #taeyong au #nct au #taeyong fluffy smut

[tooweirdforyou]

Matchmaking Time ♡ » B Anon

Matchup Request ; Girllll you do matchups, holdup lemme be the first one 😊 I don’t care who you give me! I love em all (except Akainu 🤮) but I am Female, Libra, Long Black hair (Abd I mean long). 5’5 And hazel eyes (dude I’m so basic) I mean personality wise can be kind and hardworking! I do have a rather childish side honestly but it takes a lot to take that out of me. A hobby I l have is sculpting clay -B (Thank you again, and again I don’t care who I’m with!)

let me just apologize for not writing yours first even though you sent it in first, I— I’m so sorry B Anon ;-;

it’s nice and simple and so without further ado,

I match you with...

Monkey D. Luffy

In terms of a male pairing, you are matched with our lovely Straw Hat Luffy!

So, what you gave me was nice, simplistic, and that is absolutely Luffy. I mean, he’s chaotic, loud and abnormal, but it’s a nice balance between the two of you!

Luffy naturally already tends to go for friendly people, as seen in the anime, so he already loves you because you’re so nice. You’re hardworking which he admires, because to him, it means you’re determinate and possibly willing to do anything, and he adores it.

Your childish side, whether it’ll be difficult to get out or not, he already absolutely adores you because he is definitely childish too. He’ll easily get you to be childish with him and though you two may get into small pathetic childish fights, he’ll eventually laugh it off and think you’re being super cute, which you are!

I think Luffy might find you sculpting clay interesting. Maybe at first he might think you meant sculpting “Bon Clay” but once you show him what it really is, he’ll be in shock and think it’s super cool! He’ll want to show it off to the crew members and ask you what else you can do or what else you can create out of the clay.

But don’t let Luffy try it, he might do something stupid, like try to eat it, considering the many other things he tried to eat— he’s reckless so maybe don’t let him touch your creations either? Unless they aren’t fragile.

So overall, perfect match for Luffy, I think you two are great! :)

Cat Burglar Nami

In terms of a female pairing, I match you with Nami!

Now, Nami would be attracted by how hardworking and sweet you are, because it’s rare to find many people like that to her. She may be a manipulative, mischievous type, but she is also hardworking, especially when it comes to bargaining and thieving.

Nami is currently on a ship with the straw hats. She is a fellow strawhat. It is no shock that she is completely okay with your childish side, since every straw hat is a child somewhat.

She may be a little grateful that your side is a little hard to get out, but if it is too locked inside, she’ll be pretty sad or maybe pout and lecture you to ease up and have some fun.

Your sculpting is intriguing to her and she may ask you to sculpt her if you ever get the chance. And depending on your skill, she’ll smirk and may make you sculpt as many things as you can, and then sell them whenever the crew stops at islands.

So you’ll be working your ass off making these things but she’ll be selling them for profit, so maybe it’s worth it? 😂

So overall, Nami is a great match for you and if you ever need money, Nami knows how to make it fast. ;)

Hopefully you liked this! I might get one event or regular request out soon but I’ll be focusing on matchups. :)

#tooweirdforyou #one piece #matchmaking time 🤍 #one piece matchup #b anon

[lmao-of-the-east]

The Holiday Sides Chapeter.1 “Easter”

Basically sides enjoying their favorite holidays Ships:Familial LAMPRD, Romantic Moxiety, romantic intrulogical, romantic Roceit Triggers:Threat (?),other than thta,not really,this just fluff basically.

Words:522

Patton skipped through the field of flowers he had made for the occasion. He was carrying a basket filled with colorful eggs with chocolates hidden in them.

The moral side had always loved Easter , mostly because everything became adorable during this time. It also helped that spring was his favorite season.

A smile spreads on his face as he hid the eggs in the grass and bushes. He made sure they were well hidden so that the annual egg hunt would more challenging.

A few hours later,Patton rounded all of the other sides up in the common rooms.

"are you all ready?" Patton asked enthusiastically

"would we be here if we weren't?" Logan says as the others made noises of agreements

Morality smiled and hands out the bunny headbands to everyone.

"do we really need to wear these?" Hisses Deceit to Virgil,having too much of something called dignity to wear the cotton ears.

"Yes, or I'll make sure that the heater is mysteriously broken beyond repair. this is his holiday, so it's also his day" Anxiety hissed in response, spider venom in his voice as he wore the garment given to him. It was no surprise that the emo would care so much, considering their tight-knit relationship that had started only a few months ago.

Despite his distaste to all things cutesy and fuzzy, the rabbit ears seemed to be Remus' favorite part of the event. Logan wore his own due to wanting to match with his boyfriend.Roman wore the bunny ears since he could act like the bunny in Alice in wonderland.

They all made their way to the flower field with their own, personally made baskets.

Roman's was made from golden and read grass with a silk ribbon wrapped around it. It also had a soft padding so that his eggs felt like royalty.

Virgil's basket was woven from a more darken kind of material, but it was very sturdy. It had a purple towel wrapped around the handle. The basket was simple but durable.

Logan's had a bit more complexity to it, aesthetically speaking. It was made in the same materiel as Virgil's with a galaxy painted on it.On the inside,a blanket of constellations was placed. Remus' basket was made of a slur of twigs and weeds, including dead dandelions. It was a chaotic bunch,almost as much as the duke was. Deceit's egg holder was made of drinking straws. He refused that he had misheard Patton when they were making them. He just says that it was an ironic joke. Since Patton was the one who hid the eggs,he couldn't be part of the egg hunt. So instead, he made sure that the others didn't steal each other's eggs. Even if he couldn't join in, he still loved to watch everyone get along and have a great tine with one another. This year,Roman had been able to find the most eggs at the field, Logan was a close second with Deceit being a nowhere near him,but still getting this place. Virgil got fourth place with his couple eggs.Remus somehow found chicken,ostrich, and dinosaur eggs. All in all, a very good egg hunt for each of Thomas' sides.

#sanders sides #roman sanders #remus sanders #Janus sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #virgil sanders #easter #fluff