#and davies just seems to be there at the right time cause he was more of a brigade commander

[bowieandqueen11]

Seductress / Izzy Hands Imagine

Request: Hi i was wondering if you could do an izzy x reader where lucius purposely tries to make izzy jealous (it works btw) the rest is up to you also could the reader have gender neutral pronouns so everyone can share the fun! Thank you for fueling the hyperfixation fire! Lots of love 💕

Aww lovely that's so kind of you, thank you!! I love writing Lucius being a little shit (affectionate) towards Izzy lmao we love a flirty bestie!

Warning: Nothing too graphic but NSFW, some sexual innuendos and some strong language!

(I do not own OFMD or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @dizzy-izzy-hands.)

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You should have known rightly from that tell-tale smirk that Lucius had nothing good planned.

The man had barely been able to sit still all day. He seemed to have taken it upon himself to be as much of a nuisance as possible: must have unwrapped himself from Black Pete's arms that morning, sat up with wide stretching arms and a smile as ferocious as the jaded depths of Davy Jones' locker itself as he decided, with an assertive nod to the rest of the crew, to cause as much mischief as he could that day.

After all, Lucius, the king of pickpocketing, was more than acute at spotting stolen glances from miles away. Of noting darting looks; that morning, as he had sipped his orange juice and observed Izzy over the rim of his glass, it hadn't escaped his notice how he had almost- god, so he had been so close to not losing his nerve. He had warbled, almost swaying from side to side as Izzy plundered the depths of his mind to try and find the courage to sit and have breakfast on your other side, but as soon as you had raised your eyes curiously to see what he had been doing, he jolted back as if electrocuted and scurried off back to the deck. Lucius' sigh had been frustrated enough to blow bubbles of juice out and splatter them onto your already scowling face.

Nor had he missed the lingering wistfulness shrouding Izzy's eyes that same afternoon: the way he had watched you from the rigging of the Revenge, clinging onto the rope as if for dear life any time you passed him by. From helping Roach roll more barrels of dried meat down into the kitchen, or nearly keeling yourself over the edge of the ship to avoid Edward and Stede's impromptu sword fighting lesson, Izzy had been almost... calm. Placated? Silent? Bashful, Lucius thought, as he had watched the man's fist squeeze so tightly into a ball he thought the leather might tear down the seams right there and then. With a hand on his hip and a huff in your direction, Lucius was getting incredibly fed up of being the only one to notice how bashfully Izzy tried to look anywhere else when your eyes met. How your voice cracked when he had come sliding up to you, hammer looking quite menacing as he thumped it against his palm and asked you why you had made it your life's work to cross Izzy's line of vision any time you could.

'This has been going on for weeeeeks, when are you two just going to stop pretending you don't want to slam each other into the wall until you're gasping for air every time you see each other', he had groaned, throwing his head back and trying to beckon Wee John over to give his concerns some backing. The man, too busy sewing a hole in his trousers back together, and having enough sense to fear for his life with the way Izzy was glaring daggers his way, quickly shook his head and buried it back down in the mottled fabric.

'I have no idea what you're talking about', you had replied curtly, effectively ending the conversation. Even if he had flared his nostrils and thwacked you teasingly over the head with the long edge of his sleeve, a blind man would have been able to see the glimmer in your eye as you looked hopefully in Izzy's direction.

No, this man really did not miss a thing. And it was beginning to drive you insane.

Thankfully, he had been gracious enough to already warn you ahead of time about his brand new spanking plan to get this idiot of a first mate to admit his feelings for you. About how, once Stede had informed the crew that they would be stopping off on a little island called 'Tangerine Grove' during the sunset, so he and Ed could have their daily constitutional through the silver gleams cast by pale tree light only the rock hidden away behind the tip of Blindman's Cove could bring, a lightbulb had gone off in Lucius' head.

Which is how you had ended up here: shivering under the growing violet wisps of dusk that splattered the spring sky, sitting alone along an unfamiliar stretch of beach, wishing you could rescind your acceptance of Lucius' excited plan and instead go join your friends as they ran, barefoot, through the wet grains and wrestled each other into the waves. Only Izzy was still standing apart, looking entirely uncomfortable as he rubbed his jaw against his shoulder. Without even realising, he found his heel to be tapping a thousand miles per minute upon the ground: a horrid itching sensation spiking its way up his legs as he tried his best to look nonchalantly towards the dipping curve of the sun. To look anywhere else apart from at you. God, he fucking hated the way you made him feel so... fragile. So stunted. Even Edward had encouraged him that morning to try and express his lingering feelings to you, but a harrowing hatred had pierced his heart and caged the words from escaping their writhing chambers.

Hatred at how foolish he felt running away. Hatred at how Edward teased him, despite seeming like a lovesick idiot for a stupid twat that would be seem like shit scraped off the bottom of his boot compared to you. Hatred at how vulnerable he felt. Hatred for himself. For how he had been the harbinger of his own ruination. How, in the end, his misery was no one's fault but his own.

'Well now', Lucius enunciates in a sing song voice, clucking his tongue at the end. You almost jump out of your skin as he appears before you, drawn away from watching Izzy's face contort in flashes of fury as Lucius' torso replaces your view. His furrowed brow and pursed lips almost endue him with a sage like intensity, as he dips his head and shoots you an almost sympathetic frown.

He waggles his eyebrows as he perches down on the cragged rocks lining the shoreline next to you. 'What do we have here, then? Little Y/n, sitting here on this god forsaken rock with stupid arse over there too emotionally gagged to come keep you company. How tragic. Do you think the stick up his bum stops him from walking over here? Or maybe it's-'

'Lucius, you really don't have to do this.' You grab onto his arm, almost pleading with him through the frantic batting of your eyelashes, but Lucius just pats your fingers and intertwines them within his own. Laying your hands on his lap, he cocks his head and carefully strokes a path down your knuckles.

'Anything for my bestie', he winks, before glancing rather conspicuously behind his shoulder to trace Izzy's path. 'Besides, if that man doesn't just admit his feelings, one of us is going to end up kicking him up the arse. And as much as I would love that to be me, I want one of my favourite people in the whole world to be happy more. Trust me, I’m fantastic at forcing two knobheaded people to admit their true feelings for each other.'

’Oi, I'm not a kno-’, you try to retort with a roll of your eyes, but are stopped short by Lucius grabbing the bottom of your chin like crab pincers digging into your skin, and has already turned your face so your nose is lined up directly with his mouth.

'You know, it's been a long time since I sketched you.' His fingers dart up your face, walking their way up your cheek until Lucius brushed his knuckles back down to your jawline. 'If you like', he leans closer to you and purses his lips, 'we could fill the rest of Stede's journal right up.' He makes sure his voice is loud enough - sultry enough, that even Roach perks his head up from where he's laying starfish on the shoreline.

There we go.

Bingo.

A muscle in Izzy's tense jaw jumps: a minute twitch, but enough to let a far too smug looking Lucius know that he's on the right track.

'Or if that's not your jam, I know something else we can do', he leans in closer so his lips move against the shell of your ear with each word, and despite yourself your back rolls with shivers at the warm blows against your inner ear. 'Roach clued me in to some hidden compartments Stede had built into the ship. No more audience - just us, if you catch my drift', he finishes with an accentuating wink and kiss to the back of your hand.

The sound of a high pitched whistling even made Frenchie and the Swede pause their scuttling in the dirt for starfish, whipping their heads under their arms and burying themselves in the sand as they waited for the cannon fire to land. Nothing came, though. Instead, the sound only grew louder... and louder... until everyone was glancing uneasily up at the puffy clouds, waiting for a cleft to appear through the weaving pink breeze.

Only you and Lucius knew to look inland, rather than up at the heavens.

And there he stood: the incoming hit. The seething tempest. The washed up wreck.

The poor man was already fuming. If he bit his tongue an inch harder, the blood would begin to pour out of the corners of the man's mouth as if he had willingly swallowed arsenic, and was allowing it to fester in the recesses of his heart. Anything, anything would be better than letting it tremble. So blood it is. Down the poison willingly goes.

You would have been able to hear the sigh that blew out from Izzy’s flaring nostrils from the crow’s nest. Forget that: you’d be able to feel the burning steam radiating off his near vibrating body from the next continent. With each passing second Izzy could feel his heart decaying in pulsing oozes through his chest cavity. And with every smile, every lingering brush of someone else's fingers on your skin, the rot residing in his soul became that little bit more mutilating. The touch of Lucius' pointer finger against your cupid's bow finally goaded his insides to slither out in a body wracking convulsion: his heart finally mouldering out through the corner of his eyes in snaking tendrils.

He finds his feet pounding across the horizon before the rational part of his brain could try to keep up. Lucius barely has time to register the swarm of black buzzing in front of his face before claws have dug into his striped shirt and have hoisted him up like a ragdoll. The feel of Izzy's teeth baring against his nose is enough even to make Lucius' head recoil.

'Get your fucking little, dirty, clawed rat hands the fuck away from them.' Izzy spits at Lucius' boots, content only when the man grimaced and took a hop backwards and away from his lacerating fingers.

'What's your problem, Dizzy Izzy', Lucius hisses back, hunching down onto his haunches and resting his hands treacherously on your shoulders: far too close, as he squeezes you reassuringly. Too damn fucking close, for Izzy's taste. 'Just because it's not your fingers, doesn't mean you have to be so jealous. We don't own each other on this ship. If you're interested, all you have to do is say.'

'Who says I'm fucking jealous', he tries to shrug, but his voice is strained. Wracked. He's obviously trying to stop himself melting to your feet and placating himself at your shrine right there and then, ready to die under your heel.

Izzy glances uncertainly along the ground, doing his best to seem as straight laced as usual, but growing more and more discourteous in his manner at the way Lucius grins at his growing discomfort. 'Oh come on, you wouldn't mind if Y/n and I headed back to the ship right now, right? After all, Dizzy Izzy doesn't get jealous. He wouldn't care if he could hear screaming coming from-'

'You shut your fucking mouth.' He shoves a thick finger into Lucius' chest, nearly toppling over himself trying to get his arm in to separate the man from your back.

'Or what?', Lucius replies, trying to keep his grip by your neck while also trying to bat off Izzy's slicing hands. He manages to pull back and wring his hand out right before Izzy bared his teeth and took a chunk out of it. 'What are you going to do, Izzy? Give me a lashing? I'm sure you'd love to do that to Y/n. Or maybe for them to do that to you - I've always known you were a mas-'

'You little. Fucking. Tease.' Despite the ferocity of his words as he spits them out from his serpent tongue, the tenderness of his fingers as he reaches down to grip your wrist surprises you. He tugs you up, taking a step around your body as if to shield you from the gratified smirk Lucius is radiating.

'I could destroy you, you know, and everyone would thank me for it. Because that's what you do, isn't it?' He was trying his best to sound as bratty as possible, but there was an almost imperceptible shake in his fingers as he tightened his grip on your wrist. 'A proper little seductress. Using and destroying perfect things.'

'Perfect?', you whisper out from behind his back, your hand coming up to touch your lips as if you could taste the sweetness dripping off the word. Izzy's brows furrow as he curses himself. Fuck. He's fucking done it now. What kind of sap will you think he is? Standing there with knees nearly knocking before you, some kind of fucking pirate with his squeaky voice and thumb circling delicate paths along your wrist.

'Do you really mean that?', you ask, the eagerness in your tone enough to make Izzy's breath falter in the back of his throat. He nearly chokes on it, but finds just enough to pant out the truest words left in his rotten body.

'I... meant, what I said.'

You flash your eyes toward him in surprise, but the man is already staring directly at you. What you were surprised about though, were the tears that were shrouding the usual piercing glare of his irises. He looked almost… childlike. Mythical. Almost pitiable, standing on the long stretch of mist, feet crushing into the grains of sand as if he were willing himself to stay anchored, to not fade away with his tears into the spray of mist.

A man strung up by the tendrils of heart, doomed to stay wanting, waiting, fading into the rays of light.

It was almost phantasmal. And as you used your free hand to cup Izzy's cheek, it was almost enough for him to trick him into believing that he was alive again.

Even Lucius’ mouth drops down into a surprised ‘oh’ as a lone tear manages to tear a ragged path down the first mate’s sullen cheek.

He snorts, raising his eyes to the piercing blue skyline and trying to blink the tears back past his eyelashes. It's when the whining starts: the soft, pitiable howls of a kicked man being held for the first time of his life, that the patchwork mould surrounding what's left of Israel Hands' inner sanctum begins to crack away. He burrows himself into the warm, welcoming palm of your hand, allowing the water to flow over the bud of his nose.

Before your feet could even register that they were moving, Izzy has dragged you away from Lucius and into the shade of a nearby orange tree. A few fireflies began to peek their heads out from between the stout leaves at the disturbance: like honey dripping down from bowed boughs, brushing kindly against Izzy's glowing cheeks and making him seem almost saint-like as they gathered around his head. The sound of your shipmates begins to blur into the distance as the singing is replaced by the wretched pants of Izzy's breath.

He slams your back against the curved bark of the tree, sliding his boots in front of yours and leaning his body over you, effectively trapping you between the scratchy bark and the heaving muscle of his abdomen. You shiver, unsure if it's due to the champagne bubbles lapping their way towards your bare feet, or the feel of Izzy raising the wrist he's almost bruising above your head, no longer trying to hide the fact he's holding you in place against his body.

'Why do you stay around such unsavoury characters.' The bastard bares his teeth at you. God, he was enjoying this far too much. Enjoying raising his knee until the bone nearly kneaded against your groin. Enjoying using his free hand to grip onto your jaw just as Lucius had done, but far needier. He digs into your skin as he tilts your head back, and you can feel his smirk branding it’s way into the bare strip of skin between the nape or your neck and the hollow of your earlobe as he leans down to whisper: 'A fine creature such as yourself should be careful of deranged creatures like that. They slink out of the depths like demons. So perverse.'

Fucker makes sure to run his lips from your shoulder blade right up to your pulse point first, though.

'You should thank me for saving you from his depravity.'

'Oh of course', you begin to smile, playing along with his little fable. His little knight in shining armour tale, so he didn't break apart so easily. 'I have to thank you. You've been watching me for a while, haven't you? Taking care of me from afar...', you take a chance while he's distracted breathing in your scent to dip down and nip at his earlobe.

His legs start to waver then, and with a quick reflex that had got you onto Stede’s crew in the first place, you manage to steady him with a hand placed around the firm muscle of his waist.

'I did my best to save you from that seductress.' His teeth clash against your bottom lip in an almost wantonly manner, hovering his mouth over yours. It takes almost all of his self control to seem like he’s seething as his nose pokes against yours; it takes every piercing shred of self restraint he has to not wet your bottom lip with his tongue.

As tough as he thinks he's being, he’s not incredibly subtle in his thoughts and temptations, if the way he can’t stop staring at your mouth is anything to go by. Something wild makes his eyes gloss over: a tightly leashed repression, a long tempered heartache burrowing their way out of his eyes until he can barely hold back the parasitic tears.

His mouth trembles as it falls open, 'you deserve someone proper. Someone better-', he swallows thickly, eyes darting quickly between your own and back down to your widening lips. 'Someone better than them. Someone better than me-'

He looks wonderstruck, and you can't bear just to see its ferity anymore. You have to taste it. And if the manic glint in his eye is anything to go by, Izzy is in exactly the same boat.

His words are quickly enveloped by your mouth. He gasps against your tongue, his own quivering as an overwhelming rush of pure love gushed through him like the rips of a storm. He wastes no time: afraid this was a trick, a prank, a cruel mirage, his mind still trapped in one of his restless, far too fleeting dreams. He lips frantically latch, smother, tug, overwhelm you until you can barely breathe. Can barely feel. Your eyes flicker close in bliss as he allows you a moment of respite from all his pent-up want, his all consuming need, planting a trail of open mouth kisses followed by wide planted licks down your throat.

The slide of your feet against the trim of his steadying boot is a welcome relief from the burn of Izzy's hand as he grips onto your waist like a man possessed. His fingers clench, nearly lifting your lower half up to grind against his abdomen, stopping himself only at the last second and lowering you back down into his unforgiving grip.

You almost gasp when you feel your name roll of his tongue and reverberate through your neck in a hoarse moan. He tries to subdue his embarrassment by finally... finally reaching up and lacing the fingers clawing at your wrist within your own. If he wasn't too busy devouring the bare stretch of skin between your neck and your breast, Izzy perhaps might have felt embarrassed by the way his pelvis was bucking up wildly, leather slapping lewdly up against your inner thigh.

But he isn't embarrassed. He doesn't feel anything at all, except for a coursing rush of life flow through his veins for the first time in years.

He crumbles against you, surprisingly gentle as he claws and kneads and mewls into you, his lips dragging down and over to the side of your jaw now with quick, tempered nicks. His hand lets go of yours to trail down your inner palm, a shit eating grin branding its way into your chest as it traces down your arm, and then quickly falls so both hands are squeezing tightly into the meat of your waist. He bites down at your skin, incisors almost drawing blood against your pec. He swipes his tongue against the cut in apology, sucking against the skin as his trousers bounce up and tighten at the sound of you mewling. You scramble your free hand onto his shoulder to try and keep yourself in place, the man ravishing you so forcefully the tips of your toes could barely touch the ground.

Your full weight is resting on his torso, happy to let yourself flop over his shoulders and allow easier access for him to litter hickeys along the sinews of your throat. He does so gladly, making sure on his way to lift his hands and move them to slap down on your buttocks with a squeeze that leaves you reeling.

You're too busy whimpering at the feel of Izzy's inner thigh beginning to bulge against your crotch to feel the sting, his leather trousers beginning to tent in an uncomfortable way that made his biceps squirm as he wrapped them around your back. To mask the sharp barks that he begins to whine, he bites onto your bottom lip and pulls it down with his teeth, until he's satisfied that his tongue has full access to delve down your throat.

You quickly pull back and glance behind Izzy's head when you hear a sing-song 'you're welcome!' and vindicated hum of Lucius receding into the distance.

For someone who saw Lucius as such a threat, Izzy Hands could be quite the little seductress himself.

#ofmd #our flag means death #izzy hands #israel hands #izzy hands imagine #izzy hands x reader #israel hands imagine #israel hands x reader #izzy hands lemon #con o'neill #ofmd imagine #our flag means death imagine #ofmd s2 #ofmd s1 #edward teach #stede bonnet #lucius spriggs

[actualbird]

do you think the nxx ever cries or just… don’t deal with their emotions in a healthy way? they must be so emotionally repressed!

im so sorry but this is worded in a way i find absolutely hilarious omfg. do they cry or do they suck it up til the end of time? KJAHVSJFHAVSLFSFKJA

i like to think they Do cry, but my god it takes a Lot. this goes for All of them. like, we've seen in canon when the nxx boys and rosa cries, and it's usually during/after very high stakes or very emotional situations. some examples off the top of my head are

marius cries in SSR Unconcealable, the card where mc gets KIDNAPPED and then both of them get TRAPPED IN A FREEZER FOR A HOT SEC

mc cries in SSR Peaceful Place because she thought luke got shot and DIED,

luke cries in his Blossom Chapter Personal Story 4 because he thought mc DROWNED AND DIED

artem cries in SSR Two Hearts as one because he got so emotional acting like he was choking mc

vyn cries in...well, several cards like SR False Tears and SSR Neon Melody but those were 1) not exactly a "healthy" way of dealing with emotions or 2) caused by pepper spray KJHVSKJDF. im behind on vyn's cards, idk in which ones he cries honestly due to genuine in distress

so like, they DO cry. but it seems to take rather a lot to get them there. the flipside is that they also cry when overcome with immensely positive emotion (like, mc was on the verge of tears when luke finally proposed in SSR Orange Scent) so at least theres that!!!! but it's not much, chief....

all members of the nxx team all are IMMENSELY repressed. i think the most emotionally healthy of the team is DAVIS, which isnt a good sign, given that hes not even human

anyhoo this ask inspired me so

here are some misc headcanons on the nxx team and crying

i hc that luke as a kid was Such a crybaby. he'd cry over everything: when he saw a sad movie, when he saw a happy movie, when he saw a dog being walked but the dog was so dang small, when mc cries and his high empathy kicks in to make it Our Cry Session, just...he cried over IT ALL. he was just a very emotionally sensitive child, even to emotions from others. he eventually got emotionally steadier as he grew up but i think there are innocuous movies that, due to him crying over them as a kid, still make luke cry as an adult

[nxx movie night]

marius: man i love this movie, absolute classi---WHY ARE YOU CRYING??

luke: because ANYBODY can COOK!! EVEN A RAT!!!!!

mc, silently glaring at marius over luke's shoulder as if to say "Don't You Say A Mean Word To Him Right Now": O_O

(yes, they were watching ratatouille)

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vyn has mastered crying on cue and can do it at the drop of a hat, but when he REALLY TRULY ACTUALLY is hit by the genuine need to cry for any reason, be it positive or negative, he cannot stop it at all until its run its natural course.

which is just AGONIZING for him, surely, but this is the price he has to pay for the power of being able to cry on command: not be able to stop when it's for realsies

marius: HAHA, CRYBABY

vyn: //throws a book at him because just cuz he cant stop crying, doesnt mean he cant attack

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it slightly pisses everyone off a teensy bit that artem can cry artfully.

like, the single tear. the lines of silent tears streaming down his face. even the more desperate sobs. doesnt matter whether theyre stage tears for another play or if theyre during high stakes situations, artem seems to naturally cry in a cinematic manner

artem: //shedding a few tears because of the stress of an nxx operation or something

luke: hey it's okay, everyone's alright

luke internal thoughts: why is he so pretty while crying?????? .....wait what

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and lastly, marius can hold back tears like nobodys business. like luke, he was a huge crybaby as a kid. but unlike luke, he held it back so much that when he DID cry as a child, it was REALLY CRYING. like wailing, like sobbing. it's heartbreaking to watch

so via his Entire Life Of Repressing Weakness And Related Emotions, he became rlly powerful at holding back the need to cry. it only happens during VERY EMOTIONALLY INTENSE scenarios ORRRR

during horror movies

because hes such a horror weakling and he gets so spooked that tears literally come out

mc: how did that jumpscare make you tear up but not the intro scene to Up

marius, hiding behind a pillow to avoid any more jumpscares: im a man of endless mystery, miss

thank you for the ask :D

#asks #anon #tears of themis #tears of themis headcanon #luke pearce #vyn richter #artem wing #marius von hagen

[beanghostprincess]

Weird self indulgent bullcrap but hear me out okay-

Seraphim Buggy.

The strawhats get to Egghead and there's so much going on, it's wild and crazy and things start calming down after a bit, but then one group manages to find a tube in the far back. Luffy is staring HARD at the little body, battered and bloodied, white hair floating like a curtain in the solution, but the round red nose is a huge give away. He recognizes that nose. He recognizes that face.

"Is that... Buggy?" Nami is confused, hesitant. Zoro frowns at the tube, at the injuries on the child's body, bruises and scrapes and filth.

Luffy is silent before he hauls back and punches the tube with a Haki coated fist. The others yelp, scold him, Chopper shrieks bc they don't know if that will hurt the kid, but-

It doesn't even crack.

They stare.

Franky and Chopper dive to the control panel to try releasing the child, while Luffy is still staring at the unconscious body. Usopp is equally quiet, both assessing and reaching out. They know Buggy in varying amounts, but absolutely nothing about this kid feels Right. There's a wickedly sharp undercurrent, even unconscious, that makes even Luffy wary.

They get him out, he's still unconscious, but he's safe. Chopper begins working on patching his wounds up, and midway through the kid's presence locks down to near nothing before white-gold eyes snap open. Luffy meets the gaze easily, inclines his head slightly, seeing the minute tension the ripples across the tiny clown's frame. S-Buggy blinks for a moment, then reaches out.

Luffy let's him touch the hat.

The kid is silent for a moment before he croaks a soft "bro...ther..."

They take him with them. Over the course of it all, they find out why the kid was locked away in stasis, learn just what they released from the tube, but the little seraphim is so taken with Luffy and is so happy to just cling and be clung to that they have issues believing that THIS is the demon the others were mentioning, the monster that had been locked away for everyone's safety. It doesn't help that this is BUGGY and any iteration of the clown being powerful just seems ridiculous.

Then something happens. And little S-Buggy causes a near apocalyptic level of damage.

None of the crew is killed in the rampage, none so much as injured by the little jester boy, but it begins painting things in a new light.

By the end of it all, as they're leaving, Luffy tells the crew to contact the Cross Guild. "A pirate ship isn't safe for kids," he says with finality. They nod. He keeps S-Bug distracted, they actually make efforts to AVOID fighting, miserable though it leaves some, and they soon meet up with the Guild.

"Uncle," Luffy calls out, shocking everyone in earshot, especially when Buggy greets him back.

Luffy knows a lot more about Buggy and Shanks' childhoods than most do, pieced together from times when he was small and begging Shanks to bring him with the crew, when he and Buggy had time spent together, especially on the way to Marineford. So when he saw this like Seraphim, felt the Haki, saw the damage, he knew this was out of his wheelhouse. He was going to be King of the Pirates, not because he idolized Gol D. Roger, but because he was going to be better than him.

By Davy Jones as his witness, he would be better.

Buggy is mildly annoyed, confused, exasperated, but then Luffy meets his eyes dead on, steady, and says "He hasn't learned control yet."

And suddenly, Buggy understands. He winces. Hisses through his teeth. "Fuck."

"Yeah."

"No Red, then?"

"No. But he saw my hat, called me brother."

"Fucking hell."

"A ship is no place for a kid," Luffy says, voice surprisingly mature to most who know him. "But an island..."

"Yeah," Buggy sighs, rubbing a hand over his face. "Shit. Yeah, an island is safer. Has he imprinted?"

"I dunno, but he's pretty docile if there's no perceived threat."

Buggy groans, but opens his arms to take the child, giving the kid warning of touch, an open offer. The little seraphim hesitates for a moment before diving towards the older pirate.

Crocodile, Mihawk, and the strawhats all watch on in varying stages of confusion while the two captains talk.

There are many questions to be asked, curiosities to be quenched, but for now? Karai Bari offers docking overnight, and a new resident is welcomed to the island.

Right now I can only think about,, How cute a seraphim Buggy would be,, And also, Buggy and Luffy's relationship here?? My beloveds 😭 Everyone is so confused and doesn't understand why they know so much about each other and get along so well because Luffy is the master of never talking about his past unless he's asked,, Really happy this little Buggy can be with Buggy, though, always saying Cross Guild as dads with the Seraphims is an amazing concept.

#also don't ever show seraphim buggy to shanks he's going to love him and be annoying af #'he's so cute buggy he's just like you look at him he's adorable' and he spends hours being annoying #honestly valid bc kid buggy is the cutest fucking thing #one piece #buggy the clown #cross guild

[dave-me0wstaine]

YOUR POST ABOUT BAD BOY!DAVE MADE ME FERAL... LIKE IK THE SHELTERED GIRL TROPE IS OVER USES BUT IMAGINE HIM GUIDING YOU THROUGH YOUR FIRST ORGASM AND BEING SO GENTAL WITH YOU... HIM MOUTHING YOU FROM OUTSIDE YOUR PRETTY PINK PANTIES TO GET YOU READY FOR HIM 🫶🫶🤭🤭🤭 HIM TAKING YOUR VIRGINITY IS SO HOT TO ME I NEED HELP. 🙏🙏🙏

honestly i love bad boy!dave and im so so happy that a lot of you guys seem to like it too!! like i lowkey want to flesh out a whole au about it omg.

this scenario though!!! dave would fucking ruin you for anyone else. he wouldn't want anyone else to touch you, and by god he's gonna fuck you so good you'll be forced to marry him just for the sex alone lmao. he's so obsessed with you.

i imagine he'd have snuck into your bedroom through your window, like he always does because your parents hate him (which makes him want to stay with you for the rest of his life even more, as a "fuck you" to them). and the two of you are sharing kisses, until things get a little more heated. you're whining underneath him, although for what, you're not exactly sure. all you know is that you feel something in between your legs. honestly, it's something that you feel a lot whenever dave is around, but you're too embarrassed to say anything about it.

dave, however, always knows whenever he's made you wet. you start whining, getting a little antsy, maybe trying to press yourself to him, and he thinks it's adorable. especially because he can tell that you're unaware of your actions. usually, he can hold off, take care of himself in the bathroom once you fall asleep, but tonight, he decides to make you his. he starts kissing down your neck, and pushes his warm hands up your pajama top.

"can i show you somethin, baby?" he asks between kisses. he pulls away to look you in your eyes, and you nod gently. he grins wolfishly, and starts trailing kisses down your stomach, leading toward your heat. as he gets closer and closer, you begin to squirm even more.

"be a good girl and stay still for me." he whispers, stilling your hips with his hands. he leans down and plants a kiss in-between your legs, right on top of the bow on your pink panties.

"lemme make you feel good, yeah?" he says, and begins mouthing kisses over your clothed cunt. eventually, your panties are soaked through, a combination of your arousal and his spit covering the material. he's barely touched you yet, and you're a whining mess. your whining turns into full-on moaning when he drags your panties to the side, and slowly inserts a finger into your cunt as he continues mouthing at your now exposed clit.

your fingers card through his hair, bunching it up in your hands as you squeal and moan, and dave, despite loving your reactions, pulls away from you momentarily. before you can whine about the loss of contact, he takes off his jacket and places it over your mouth.

"don't wanna wake up dear old mom and dad, huh baby? what would they think of you like this? squealin', all 'cause my tongue's on your pussy." he smirks as you hide your embarrassed face in his jacket. the embarrassment soon fades away though, as he picks up where he left off, slowly stretching out your cunt on his fingers and lapping at your clit with his tongue. it doesn't take long for your tummy to start feeling... funny. its something you've never felt before.

"d-davie, i feel f-funny," you stutter, the weird feeling only intensifying. instead of slowing down, like you thought he would, dave instead only speeds up his actions, sucking your clit harder and plunging his fingers in deeper. before you know it, you're cumming hard on his face and fingers. your brain is all fuzzed out, and as you're coming down from your high, you feel dave's weight on top of you. you look up at him, and his face is flushed, his lips are pink and swollen, and he's almost out of breath himself.

"i wanna make you do that again, on my cock this time, okay pretty girl? think you can handle that for me?"

#this scenario lowkey turned into a fic?? #but i regret nothing #ily bad boy! dave <33 #may or may not be my new dave hyperfixation #pls send in more asks about bad boy! dave #or alternatively dilf! dave #dave mustaine #dave mustaine smut #dave mustaine x reader #dave mustaine fanfiction #megadeth #megadeth x reader #megadeth smut #megadeth fanfiction #asks #bad boy! dave

[lewisvinga]

birds & the bees | neymar x teenage daughter! reader

requested; yes !

request; Neymar catches his daughter smiling at her phone a lot and he asks what she’s smiling about and she says nothing but he knows something is up and he goes and gives her the talk bc she’s of that age and she like cringes out maybe? LMAO also I love your writing!

note; my requests r closed <3

masterlist !

Neymar couldn’t help but become suspicious as he kept hearing giggles coming from you. He was in the middle of making dinner when you sat down at the kitchen island with your phone in hand.

He glances over and you seemed to be typing on away on your phone. A ding and another giggle soon followed. “O que está fazendo você sorrir e rir tanto, minha filha?” [what is making you smile and laugh so much, my daughter]

“Nothing, papai. Don’t worry.” You reply. Your focus was still in your phone and you kept smiling as you typed away at it.

Neymar raises his eyebrow as he observes you smiling and giggling as you were texting someone. You were already growing up, a teenager already. He knew he had to give you the talk, but he didn’t think it would’ve been so soon. But he knew it was the right time. He was thankful that Davi was in his room playing games meaning he could have a private conversation with you.

“Minha filha, I think we should have a serious conversation.”

His words made you out your phone down quickly. His tone sounded so serious and you were confused. He was often playful even as a father, so him being so serious felt strange. “What is it?”

“Well, you’re getting old enough now and I think we should have the talk.” Neymar tries to explain but it left you even more confused.

You furrowed up your eyebrows at your father and tilted your head to the side. “The talk? What do you mean?”

He takes a deep breath before saying, “Quando um homem e uma mulher se amam muito-” [when a man and a woman love each other very much]

You finally realized what the talk was about and you let out a squeal. “Papai! No! No! I don’t want to have the talk!” You exclaim, waving your arms around causing him to let out a laugh.

“I don’t want you messing around with um menino! [a boy] I just want you to be careful. Can you blame a father?”

“I’m not messing around with a boy, papai.” You let out a chuckle as you open up your phone. “My friend is and we were just teasing her.” You explain as you show him your phone. “None of the guys at school are that attractive anyways.”

Neymar almost let out a cry of relief when you explained to him. He wasn’t mentally prepared for his daughter to grow up nor was he truly prepared for giving you the talk. “So, no talk? No birds and the bees?”

“No, please, no papai. No birds and the bees!”

#football imagines #football scenarios #footballer x reader #neymar x reader #football one shot #neymar x you #neymar jr x reader #neymar scenarios #neymar x y/n #neymar x daughter! reader #neymar jr imagine #neymar fluff

[ikamigami]

To everyone who thinks that Sun won't die:

Remember what Evil Sun or Dark Sun (whatever you like to call him) told Moon - "I wonder if you'll live after the whole event.. perhaps.. Moons always tend to be a bit uh.. you know.. resilient somehow.. but I don't know if your Sun will.."

Now that we know what he meant by the "event" this line seems even more ominous then before. Especially because we know that Dark Sun knew what will happen cause he built himself a star..

And considering what Dark Sun told Moon previously - "you have to worry about him right now" and that we could see that Sun was deep in his thoughts and didn't even hear Moon nor see him and Dark Sun talking on the beach and Sun was standing on the railing of the lighthouse..

I know that Dark Sun said that he is not sure if our dimension will survive but he said that it probably will and later when he was giving Moon a clue to who could be behind Eclipse's return and said that Moon will most definitely survive and Sun won't..

Then we had a more or less surprise in Solar's death.

People were saying that Sun won't die but Solar will and they were right.

But at the same time.. Dark Sun's words don't imply that Sun will die strictly as a result of the "event". It definitely means that Sun will die after the "event" - time isn't specificated thus this means that we don't know when it'll exactly happen.

And another thing is that Dark Sun most of the time is vague about everything which makes his words even more ominous and can be read as a hint - foreshadowing of events that will happen.

It reminds me of Eclipse's foreseeing that Sun will be lying dead in Moon's arms.

Dark Sun told Moon that he should listen to Eclipse.

Now we know that he meant that Eclipse was right about Ruin being behind Eclipse's return..

But. Again. With how much vagueness had Dark Sun's words and knowing about Eclipse's foreseeing we shouldn't ignore the implications coming from this.

I've seen people saying that Sun's death is a red herring but with things stated above ask yourself if you really think that Sun's death is a red herring..

I'm not going to lie, for me it seems that Solar's death seems more as a distraction. I don't know how to explain this exactly but if Davis' words could indicate something regarding whole situation - that he found people's reaction to Solar's death funny - it means that we're focusing on wrong things. Perhaps. Because that might be just me interpreting it wrongly or overinterpreting this into something more than it is. Though I still found Davis' words interesting.

But getting back to the point. What I mean is that I think that what will happen now - after Solar's death - is what is more important. And I think that Davis and EC have another "bombshell" ready for us.

Like some people said already. Remember that not long after Old Moon lost his memories Lunar died.

This in my opinion alludes to Sun's death.

Just think about it.

If you still think that Sun won't die, great. You do you.

Have a nice day ^^

#sun and moon show #sams #sams sun #sun and moon show sun #sams evil sun #sams solar #sams moon #sams eclipse #for me moon's interactions with dark sun indicate even how sun will die #but i digress #iykyk

[i-am-the-oyster]

Hi there, I also have a quick question about this post (Paul's guilt about hurting John, possibly evidenced in song notes during the making of RAM, and its source—that he left John, despite having promised not to).

Are you saying Paul felt guilty towards John, and knew why, during the making of RAM? And, if so, how would you square this with Paul's notorious 'grief rant' phonecall with Hunter Davies shortly after John's death, where Paul appears not only upset by the idea that he hurt John, but also unaware of what he could have done to cause this hurt?

"But what had really got Paul upset that day was an interview with Yoko in which Yoko was quoted as saying that Paul had hurt John more than any other person. Paul thought they were amongst the cruelest words he ever read." (Hunter Davies grief rant fun)

Was Paul bullshitting Hunter? (Go, Paul)

Was Paul being defensive and angry b/c Yoko blamed him for hurting John in public?

Was Paul not surprised to hear he'd hurt John (after all, they hurt each other often), but struck by the 'more than any other person' part?

I don't mean to say you're right or wrong. I'm just curious to hear you elaborate on this. Meaning, your take on Paul's guilt, and how accessible it was to him consciously. I've long been thinking about him hearing this claim, 'you hurt him more than anyone else', and how different that would have landed, depending on how aware/guilty he felt.

(Whether Paul was right to feel guilty or not is a completely different matter, and doesn't play a role on my question.)

Thank you for the wonderful meaty (sorry Paul!) ask!

I think Paul *did* feel guilty at the time, but I wouldn't exactly say Paul was bullshitting Hunter. The thing that always jumps out at me from that transcript is where Paul says:

There's only one incident I can think of that John has mentioned publicly.

(emphasis mine)

Isn't that an interesting distinction in the context? It makes me think that there were deeply private things that they each did to the other but Paul feels certain that those things would never end up the subject of public discussion.

I don't buy the image of Paul as lacking self-awareness or self-reflection. BUT he is extremely good at re-framing things in a positive way "so many times I had to change the pain to laughter" AND he is a very contrary person. He seems to often instinctively push against whatever narrative the person opposite him is proposing, especially where the topic needs some nuance. (eg the one time he approaches the topic of Jim's violence is in response to Stern pushing Paul's own "idyllic childhood" bit).

So back to the version of their story that had in mind when I made my original post. (Which I'm not married to, but seems like a plausible scenario worth exploring). Paul and John are in a codependent relationship, John has clearly expressed his terror that Paul might leave (as he did with Cyn). John's behaviour has become erratic and (at least borderline) abusive. Paul knows that if he lets go John will "take a tumble", but he's exhausted and Linda is teaching him to take his own desires and needs into account in a much healthier way. (Not to suggest Paul was never selfish in the 60s lol, but he wasn't practicing actual self-care).

John is spiraling, and pushing Paul away in that heartbreaking pattern I call "see I knew you were going to leave". (I'm sure there must be a name for it in psychology). Linda doesn't yet realise the depth of feeling she's dealing with. Paul knows how terrified John is, he's promised he won't be like the others, he won't leave. But he can't do it any more. John finally convinces him that he actually wants him to leave, he bawls his eyes out in front of Mal, and he disappears to Scotland.

I think he would be absolutely wracked with guilt.

And then I think as part of his recovery from that depression he would reassure himself that he did need to leave, that it was the right choice, that he and John could continue to care about one another deeply and move on.

I think Yoko's statement was unnecessarily cruel hurt him, and triggered that contrary response. What's she even talking about? What did I do? The worst ever?!

Thanks again!

#that got tangenty #i hope you like text :) #crepe ask #paul's guilt #the breakup

[royisrandom]

Just a Misunderstanding

Davy Jones x Reader

Short Summary:

Davy Jones notices how you have started to ignore him for the past couple of days. Curious as to why, he attempts to question you and figure out what's made you so grim.

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These past couple of days, Davy Jones had been watching you with high amounts of confusion. He noticed the only person he spent a lot of time with on the Flying Dutchman had grown increasingly distant. He didn't consider you a friend, but you were definitely getting there. It wasn't common for Davy Jones to know anyone that he considered anything more than an enemy.

You havn't said a word to him in days and you had been avoiding him like the plague; even avoiding his gaze and refusing to give him a passing glance. Something was off and he knew it, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.

He watched as your posture became more slouched, and your work became more sluggish. You always seemed to be 'out of it'; almost like no emotion has touched your features in decades.

After debating on whether or not to try to talk to you, Jones finally decided that he needed some answers.

As you were heading to the sleeping quarters, you were immediately called out by your captain, Davy Jones. Out of the corner of your eye you saw him standing at the stairway leading up to the helm. You didn't even have to look him in the eyes to know that his eyes were focused on your every move.

"What's going on here? Why are you avoiding me?" He slowly walks up to your shaking form. There's a hint of confusion in his eyes, right behind the infamous look of determination.

You continued to look away, trying not to make eye contact with him. Your shoulders were slumped slightly and you spoke in a soft voice.

"I thought you were mad at me..." Your voice trembled, revealing just how much this situation had been weighing on you.

Davy Jones let out a small chuckle and took a step closer to you. You were taken aback by his laugh, thinking that you have just made the worst decision of your life by saying you thought he was mad. You wanted to move, but your body was frozen, like time stopped around you. A shiver went down your spine as you awaited for what he was about to do...

"No," he said firmly, shaking his head slightly for emphasis, "I'm not mad at you y/n."

You were slightly shocked by this response. Was he actually telling the truth? You hadn't expected such an open and honest answer from someone as cruel as Davy Jones.

"But... I dropped the main sheet cable. I messed everyone else up... they..." You felt tears prick the sides of your eyes, remembering that horrid day. You felt horrible for what you did. Everyone's job was interrupted because you couldn't hold onto a rope...

Seeing you like this didn't resonate well with Davy Jones. He's used to seeing your charismatic and joyful attitude, which ultimately surprised him given you were on the Dutchman. This ship wasn't a place for the kind-hearted, but you found the little good that it had left.

"Aye, you did cause an inconvenience for the rest of the crew... But you did not mean it, did you?"

You look up at Davy Jones, shaking your head 'no'. You really didn't mean to be a burden. Almost like he knew what you were thinking, sensing your guilt, he continued to speak to try to ease the tension in the air.

"You are fine, y/n. It was an accident, is all. Just make sure you don't let your mind wander next time. "

You could sense a form of demand as he said those last words. Not enough to frighten you, but enough to keep you in line.

You looked up at Davy with an expression that was both relieved and confused. You were relieved that Davy wasn't mad, but it was unlike him to act this way. Even with the confusion, you didn't complain. You we're getting the better side of Davy, one that most people never see.

Davy Jones gave you an understanding look and stepped closer. He noticed how you started to slowly inch backwards with every step he took.

"It's all right," Davy said as nicely as he could. "You don't have to be scared of me y/n."

'He really is good at reading people, isn't he?' You thought.

You nodded slowly in acknowledgement. Feeling more relaxed than you had before, you take in a breath that you didn't know you were holding.

You looked up into Davy's eyes then smiled sheepishly; realizing how silly your worries were.

Davy gave a small smile back, then placed one arm around your shoulder, pulling you into a side embrace; not one of those awkward ones, but one filled with comfort and understanding.

You two stayed in the embrace for a few moments longer until finally letting each other go again. It felt nice to know that everything was alright between you two.

All you can think about now is how your life would have been if he never brought up this situation, but you're glad you had this talk. Turns out big ol' Davy Jones he has a soft spot for you after all, even if he may deny it.

#pirates of the caribbean #pirates of the carribean x reader #davy jones #davy jones potc #davy jones x reader #fanfic #potc #potc x reader #i dont know what im doing #flying dutchman

[huggybearluvr]

30 Days of Music Masterlist

This is a collab with @jareaul0ver / @quinniehughsey

Series description: This series will be a 30 part series in which a fic is based off of a song! I will link the songs as well as use a lyric from the song in every fic! Feel free to request any players or songs in the comments or in my inbox!

btw i reached out to experts of one direction, taylor swift, conan gray, country, and r&b to pick the best songs!

Without further a do.... I present my 30 days of music masterlist below the cut!

“If I could fly, I’d be coming right back home to you.” - One Direction If I could fly- Jamie Drysdale x reader (blurb)

Synopsis: After Jamie got drafted to the Flyers you were both missing the other more than ever. You would have left with him if it weren't for your classes. However, after a late night phone call with Jamie, you drop everything and go to him without a second thought.

"One single thread of gold tied me to you" - Taylor Swift Invisible String- Luke hughes x reader (blurb)

Synopsis: You and Luke had always been friends, your families lake house being next to his. However the timing was always wrong, that was until you somehow ran into him at a bar in Jersey.

"But with you I see hope again, Oh, I'm a mess." - Clinton Kane I guess I'm in Love - Matthew Tkachuk x reader (blurb)

Synopsis - Matthew opens up to you how your it for him. You have changed him into a better man he ever thought was imaginable after feeling "unloveable" for so long.

"More in love than you've ever been" - Jordan Davis Next Thing You know - Quinn Hughes x Reader (insta)

Synopsis: After meeting Quinn at a bar in your 20's you can't believe how fast the time flies.

"This isn't goodbye, this is simply see you later"- Jenna Raine See You Later (ten years) - Connor Bedard x reader (blurb)

Synopsis: You and Connor were high school sweethearts and always swore to be together forever. However after his draft you both realized maybe forever wasn't now. You had met someone else and were planning on goin threw with the wedding until a surprise visitor stops by a few months before your wedding date.

"Oh, I wanna see you undress now" - Chase Atlantic Meddle About - Auston Mathews x reader (smut)

Synopsis: You and Auston met awhile ago at a bar, and now your at his place and things are getting a little steamy.

"So baby say you'll always keep me" - One direction Truly, Madly, Deeply - Trevor Zegras x hughes!reader (blurb)

Synopsis: After years of pining Trevor finally asked you to be his. You couldn't help but say yes.

"Ocean blue eyes, lookin' in mine" - Taylor Swift Gorgeous - Jack hughes x reader

Synopsis: You can't help but admire how gorgeous Jack is. He catches you looking at him a few times before you finally admit what your thinking.

"I hope I was your favorite crime, cause baby you were mine"- Olivia Rodrigo Favorite Crime - Trevor Zegras x Reader

Synopsis: You pine over the days that you shared with Trevor, only to wonder if he does the same with you.

"I wanna make you drive all night just because I said 'maybe you should come over" - Phoebe Bridgers Waiting Room - Jamie Drysdale

Synopsis: After Jamie got traded from the Ducks to the Flyers, all you want is for him to come back home to you, and you'd wait forever for him.

"Loving you's the antidote" - Harry Styles Golden - Mitch Marner

Synopsis: Your relationship with Mitch healed a part of you that you didn't know was damage - his sunshine personality brought back a light in you that you didn't know went out.

"Save me til the party is over, kiss me in the back seat of your rover" -Conan Gray Wish You Were Sober - Ethan Edwards

Synopsis: All you've ever wanted was for Ethan to swallow his pride and admit that he has feelings for you, but the only time he can ever seem to do it is when he's wasted.

"Friends don't look at friends that way" - Tate Mcrae That Way - Jack Hughes x zegras!reader

Synopsis: You and Jack had always been friends, having met him through your older brother. However, you always felt there way more between you the line between friends and lovers blurring.

"The altar is my hips" - Taylor Swift False God - Luke Hughes

Synopsis: Luke can't help but worship your body. You being the only religion he needs.

"she put her love down soft and sweet" - Hozier Work Song - William Nylander

Synopsis: Will can't help but appreciate his girl, and how she has him addicted in all the best ways. In a way you were his drug, high addictive, he couldn't get enough.

MORE TO COME

[justmeinatree]

02 - the greatest show : searching in the dark

Summary : a group of misfits, a mysterious leader, a string of murders, and life on the road.

previous part

TW : transgender misconceptions & hardships in victorian era europe

Word Count : 5.2k

Series Masterlist

“honey bee !” she shouts excitedly upon entering the house, bounding up the stairs, taking them two at a time, skipping right into her sister’s bedroom.

“timmy,” emma smiles wide, looking up from her little desk in the corner, what seems to be the beginning of a scarf mixed up with a brightly coloured ball of purple yarn. “did you have a good talk with father davies ?”

“the best talk,” she hums, crashing back onto her little sister’s bed.

“that’s great !” emma bounces in her seat, turned to face her bed. “so everything’s going to be okay now ?”

her eyebrows furrow momentarily, because honestly she isn’t too sure if everything’s going to be okay or not. but she is sure that she’s finally ready to admit to her secret life. sure that she’s ready to completely be herself. sure that no matter what happens, she will be the best girl that she can be.

“hmm, well, m’not too sure about that, em,” she murmurs, sighing, as she sits up to face her sister. “i told father davies that i’m a girl.”

and well that, that causes a lot of confusion to flash through emma’s features. none of which go unnoticed, as she processes the bit of information presented to her, “i don’t understand. that dress doesn’t make you a girl, timmy.”

“no, it doesn’t,” she agrees, figuring this is the best moment to explain in the most nonchalant, empathetic way, what it is to be transgender. “look, honey bee, ever since i was little. littler than you even. i’ve never felt like a boy. always felt like a girl. and honestly, that’s okay. just because i have a certain body shouldn’t stop me from being who i know that i am, right ? god made me this way for a reason didn’t he ?”

she watches as the little hamster wheel in emma’s head turns, the dots connecting, as new information gets sorted. tentatively looking up and making eye contact, emma murmurs softly, “so you’re my sister ?”

she nods, holding her breath, hoping, praying, that emma reacts significantly differently than father davies did.

“v’always wanted a sister,” she whispers, cheeks slightly tinged in pink, biting her lip, as she tries to hide her smile. “mummy told me it would never happen. but i kept praying, and my wish has come true.”

with the breath completely knocked out of her, she feels her eyes well up with tears, her throat constricting. reaching out for emma’s hand, she pulls her from the chair, wrapping her arms around her little sister, tucking her face against emma’s shoulder.

she doesn’t think she’s ever loved emma more than in this moment. her little sister, far more logical, reasonable, empathic, loving, than anyone her age. than anyone in the town, honestly, regardless of age. her little sister, praying for her. her sweet little honey bee, how could she have ever doubted emma ? 

through a sniffle, and a slight hiccupping sob, she mumbles against emma’s neck, “dont know what i’ve ever done to deserve you. love you so so much, honey bee. no one has ever made me feel more seen than you have. the best little sister i could have ever asked for.”

“and you’re the best big sister,” she murmurs, testing out the words on her tongue. she has a sister. she’s always wanted a sister. “maybe god made you this way so that you could be the best big sister i’d ever wanted.”

a fresh new wave of tears stream down her cheeks. maybe that is why god made her this way. maybe he knew that emma needed a sister all along. and with a new found lightness to her heart, she figures that’s exactly what’s happening. she’s always needed emma, and emma’s always needed her. her big sister.

and if they could both live in this beautiful little serene, sheltered embrace for the rest of time, they surely would. but as if the world liked to punish her, their sweet moment is quickly interrupted by a loud slam of the door. their parents were home. and by the sound of the banging door, the gruff mumbling of their father, before the loud and grumpy call for timothy, she can assume that they’ve met with father davies. and it did not go well.

sticking to her newfound courage, she pats emma’s back, noticing the worry in her little sister’s face, “s’gonna be alright honey bee, i promise.”

she trudges her way down the stairs, emma following closely, coming face to face with a very angry father, and a fairly confused, saddened mother. she locks eyes with both of them, “what’s going on ?”

“care to explain your chat with father davies ?” her father asks. and really, she’s always hated that. when her parents obviously already know the answer to something, and they wont come straight out with it. they tiptoe around questions, hoping to back their children into a corner of uncomfortable and awkward admissions. 

“i told him m’a girl,” she hums, determined to hold her ground. determined to turn her life around. at the ripe age of 15, she was running out of time to get herself in order. herself.

she can see her father seething, a moment away from turning bright red with steam coming out of his ears. christ, his eye was almost twitching at her admittance. how he could flip a switch so quickly from loving his son to hating his daughter, she’ll never understand. because, really, she’s exactly the same as she’s always been. 

“would you like to try that again, young man ?” he asks, the calmness in his tone not going unnoticed. neither does the use of “young man”. it tells her that he’s already got a plan. already got his mind made up.

“there’s nothing more to say,” she shakes her head, sighing. “your mind is already made up. but think what you want of me, hate me for all i care. m’a girl, and i’m finally proud of that. you can say whatever you want to say, it’s not going to change anything.”

“s’that so ?” her father hums, nodding, locking eyes with her mother. she can see the worry in her mum’s eyes, the sheer disgust in her father’s eyes, as they have a silent conversation. “well, we had a talk with the harrison’s. told them all about what was going on.”

“of course you did,” she snaps, cutting her father off. “because you could never just let me be. couldn’t just let me disappear and pretend nothing had happened. you had to go and shame me.”

“shame you !?” her father shouts. “you’re a fucking disgrace to this family. you’ve shamed all of us. we have to live with the embarrassment of having such a horrid excuse for a son-“

“daddy !” emma screams, interrupting her father’s degrading rant of her sister.

blatantly ignoring her, he continues, “the harrison’s know someone that had a daughter, much like you, she was all messed up, going ‘round thinking she was a man,” how she wishes he could say that without pure revolt in his tone, but that’s besides the point now, “and they suggested, along with father davies, that we get in touch with the asylum a few towns over. they’re picking you up first thing tomorrow.”

“dad ! what the- are you serious !?” she snaps, groaning.

“you’re lucky i’m even giving you until morning. start packing. anything that’s left behind in this house is being tossed,” he shakes his head, unable to look at her as he starts to walk away.

“no !” emma shouts loudly, “you can’t take my sister away, i just got her !”

their father stops dead in his tracks, turning to face her, ignoring emma entirely, “what kind of crap have you filled her head with ? how dare you try and corrupt our one good child.”

and at that, she can’t do anything but roll her eyes, turning her attention to her mother, “you’ve been quiet,” she hums angrily. she watches as her mother closes her eyes, head tipped down, her father stepping up and taking her mum’s hand, ushering them both out of the room.

she groans, stomping back up the stairs to her room, emma quiet as a tiny mouse as she slinks her way into her sister’s room, a shake evident in her tone, “timmy, why are they being so mean to you ?”

“i dont know honey bee,” she murmurs, her eyes filling with unshed tears, as she looks around her bedroom, knowing full well that this is one of the last times she gets to do so.

“where are they taking you ?” emma whimpers, her bottom lip trembling. “what’s an asylum ? can i go visit you ? no, can i go with you ? i can’t lose my big sister, i just got you.”

she pulls emma into her arms, poor little emma, burying her face into her sister’s head as she squeezes her tight, tears spilling into emma’s hair. “m’sorry em. so sorry,” she sighs, “i want to be there for you honey bee, i really do. but i don’t think i have a choice now.”

“no !” she whimpers louder, arms holding onto her big sister tighter, a solid death grip, unwilling to ever let her go. “m’going with you, i dont care. m’going to the asylum with you. s’gotta be better than here.”

“it’s not,” she sighs, shaking her head. “it’s an awful place,” she explains, squeezing her eyes shut. she can’t go there, she can’t. they’ll break her. break her into a thousand little pieces that she’ll never be able to put back together. taking a deep breath, and sticking by her burst of courage, “m’not going to the asylum.”

“but dad-“ emma starts, quickly getting cut off with the heavy, purposeful shaking of her sister’s head. 

“don’t worry about dad. don’t worry about me, honey bee,” she murmurs, taking a breath. “m’gonna need you to be strong. you’re such a beautiful person emmy, don’t lost that spark in you. keep seeing the world as you see it. please don’t let mum and dad kill that spirit.”

“why does it sound like m’never gonna see you again ?” emma asks softly, almost as if the words hurt her more than the reality at hand.

“because i won’t be here when you wake up tomorrow,” she explains, watching emma’s face fall completely. “i need you to understand that as scary this is, it’s the best option for me. i’ll be fine, honey bee. keep praying for me. don’t forget me.”

“i could never forget you,” emma sniffs, a new wave of tears running down her cheeks. “why can’t i come with you ?”

“s’too dangerous for you,” she explains, shaking her head. 

“but it’s not for you ?” she asks, eyebrows furrowed, confusion setting in again.

“it’s the safest option for me,” she nods, “i need you to know that and trust that. it’s the only way for me to find safety. but the safest thing for you is to stay here with mum and dad. live your life, honey bee. be happy, meet someone nice, meet some new people. you have an opportunity at the best life. you need to take it.”

“it’ll never be the best life without you,” emma sighs quietly, her bottom lip jutting out in a pout. 

“i’m sorry i couldn’t be better for you, honey bee,” she whispers, looking around her room. “if i’m gonna leave at dark, m’gonna have to pack some things. wanna help ?”

“no,” emma sighs sadly, “but i will anyway.”

and as always, emma’s managed to make her crack a small smile, even in the midst of the storm.

without further ado, the girls get to work, packing up her belongings in a small bag, something easy to carry around. although it doesn’t fit nearly as much as she’d like to bring, she can’t afford to spend her time lugging around a huge piece of luggage. she needed to be selective, a few intricate knickknacks that make her smile, things that bring her comfort and happiness, filled with the good memories. and of course, her dress. 

seeing as she’s setting off, none of the other clothes in the room matter much. the different slacks, different button down shirts with stiff, uncomfortable collars, all things that she wont need anymore. things that remind her of a broken past, filled with anger and sadness and secrets.

she spends the rest of the day in her room, wanting to be by emma’s side as long as she can. both of the sisters holding onto each other in comfort, talking about their hopes and dreams, not only for themselves, but for each other.

and as soon as night falls, the sound of mum and dad’s footsteps and muffled voices retreating into their bedroom, their door closing with a click, she slips on her dress, giving a twirl for emma, asking shyly, “do i look like a girl ?”

“the prettiest girl,” emma smiles wide, “you’ll have to grow out your hair though.”

she giggles, nodding, “don’t think i’ll be cutting it for a long while. maybe i’ll snatch a wig out of the store window, have a proper disguise until my hair’s grown a bit.”

“s’not good to steal,” emma hums, tutting at her, “but i think in this case, god’ll forgive you.”

“think i’ve sinned enough for a lifetime, anyway,” she chuckles, biting her lip, as she looks over emma. “this is it. i’ve gotta go now, honey bee.”

she sees the moment reality hits her little sister. a reality she should not have to live, ever. and she feels infinitely guilty for the trouble she’s caused. the hurt she’s putting emma through. the fact that she’s broken this family is something that weighs heavily on her. and something she anticipates feeling most, if not all, of her life.

“m’sorry emma,” she murmurs, wrapping her arms around her sister in a tight, squeezing hug.

“you dont have to be sorry,” she shakes her head. “daddy should be saying sorry for all the mean things he said. if i said those things, mum and dad would make me apologize.”

“s’okay honey bee, dont worry about it. promise you’ll be good ?” she asks softly, looking over emma’s face one more time. noting the dimple in her cheek, the deep blue of her eyes, the light blonde of her hair, storing every bit of emma to memory.

“yeah,” emma murmurs, nodding her head. “m’gonna miss you timmy. will i ever see you again ? know that you’re okay ?”

“keep thinking about me, keep praying for me, and i’ll be okay. as long as you believe i’m okay, i will be,” she bites her lip, taking a shuddering breath, heading for her bedroom door, and opening it, looking back at emma with a sad smile and a small wave. heading down the stairs as softly and quietly as she can.

she steps outside, closing the door behind her, closing her old life behind her, closing the door to everything she’s ever known.

in the middle of the night, darkness all consuming her being, she was grateful for the waxing moon, shining down on their small town, illuminating bits of the pathway she’s walked down more times than she could ever begin counting.

and now, it feels like she’s crossing a line, the line of no return, because truthfully, she is now left alone. no family to turn to, no friends for comfort, no life to return to. 

as she walks down the empty streets, everyone in town tucked away in the comfort of their beds, warm homes engulfing them, no worries to weigh heavily on their brains, she wonders why children are typically afraid of the dark. for in this moment, she’s never felt more relief from the lack of light.

the town is so peaceful when nobody can be seen walking about, no sounds apart from the slight crick of bugs, the whirring of the warm nighttime breeze through the trees, and, well, the pitter patter of her feet on the gravelly walkway. 

and although everything seems so peaceful and restful at this time of day, she can’t help but feel a slight pit in her tummy. where was she supposed to go ? she could keep walking down the path she was on, it would lead her out of town, up a long road to god knows where. truthfully, she’d never left her town, never had a reason to. she had no idea what could lay beyond the outskirts of her community. 

she’s always been curious about where the roads lead to, but which one does she choose ? which one is safest ? which one is longest or shortest ? she guesses there’s no time like present to find out. it’s not like she has much else to do, but to walk around and explore. maybe find a safe spot to sleep. 

and oh god, what was she supposed to do during the day ? that thought makes her laugh to herself, because really, never would she have thought that she’d be more scared on her own during the day time than wandering the roads at night.

the one coherent thought that remains at the forefront of her mind, throughout this jumbled mess of questions, is that she needs to get herself in order. if she’s to start living her life as she pleases, she needs some supplies.

so she heads off into the centre of town, looking through shop windows until she falls on the couple of stores she’s been looking for. quietly, she slips through the door, forever thankful of the towns lack of need for security measures. she looks through the boxes that line the back wall of the store, falling on a brown haired wig, beautiful curls cascading down from the mesh that would sit on her head. 

she tries it on, looking at the mirror on the wall, taking herself in. with her beautiful dress and her wig, for the first time in her life, she truthfully loves what she’s seeing. she looks like the embodiment of what she’s always dreamed. 

a few stray tears run down her cheeks, quickly sniffling them away, because she surely doesn’t have time to lollygag, but christ, she wants to take this in. not sure when she’ll have access to her reflection again. 

holding onto the skirt, doing a small twirl, she lets a small breathy laugh escape through the tears of happiness. she’s always assumed that the day would come, the day where she would no longer be welcomed at home, the day where her life would forever be altered. and she’s always assumed that that day would be the worst day of her life. but here she is, laughing, smiling genuinely, tearing up at the beauty that is her own reflection. 

she was so scared of this day, but now, as she’s standing in it, she realizes that this may be the best day. the day where she gets to rewrite herself, start fresh, go somewhere that nobody knows her, be the most lovely lady she can be.

biting her lip, and etching every bit of her reflection in her brain, she finally turns away, slipping back out through the door and quietly stepping into the store next door. mrs. white’s seamstress shop. the same shop she stole her dress from, however many years ago now.

as silent and quick as she could, she delicately rummages through the dresses hanging on the different racks, looking for something that would not only fit her frame, but that wouldn’t be too encumbering to pack up neatly in her bag.

she’s takes hold of a vivid purple dress, a burgundy one, and as her fingers land on a pale blue one, she hears a throat clearing behind her, making her freeze completely, fingertips just grasping the latest dress.

“timothy ? is that you ?” she recognizes as misses white’s voice, the confusion etched in her tone.

“n-no, s’not,” she stutters quietly, trying to mask her voice, face hidden in the long strands of her new wig, mix of shame and regret and fear and sadness coursing through her. she’s already been caught. it’s barely been a couple of hours, and she’s already been caught. this cannot be a good sign, she thinks to herself.

“hmm, right,” misses white nods, biting her lip in thought, “guess it wouldn’t be. so what’s the new name ? what should i call you ?” she asks.

her eyes go wide, mouth open, because fuck, how could she have forgotten a name ? how was she supposed to live as a lady and not have a lady name ? why hadn’t she ever thought of this. never considered what she would be called. she was so strung up on hating the name timothy, she’d never planned an alternate.

misses white catches the flicking of her eyes, the stutter stuck in her throat, and she can’t help herself but chuckle quietly, “haven’t gotten that far have you ? assuming you’re looking to start over, what with the new hair and the pilfering of all my hard work, i’d advise you to find yourself a name, sweetheart.”

and that, well that’s not exactly the response she was expecting. “you don’t hate me ?” she asks, confused as to why misses white was even giving her the time of day, especially as this mistake of a human was stealing from her shop.

“why on earth would i hate you ?” misses white asks incredulously. “because of that filthy gossip spreading through town ? listen, m’old enough to have learned to mind my own business. if people are happy, that’s good enough for me. however, we do have to talk about this pilfering habit of yours. you know, there are tons of other seamstresses in town.”

she giggles at that, biting her lip, “but you’re the best at what you do,” she hums, blush rising on her cheeks. “gonna make me put it all back now aren’t you ?”

misses white sighs, tutting at her, “flattery will get you nowhere. but i do think that you need one person on your side. so no, i won’t make you put them back. maybe i just wasn’t here tonight.”

“why are you being so nice to me ?” she asks softly, frog in her throat, as she still tries to figure out if all of this is real.

“someone has to,” misses white chuckles. “in all seriousness, you remind me of my son.”

she furrows her eyebrows, words coming out before her brain even has time to catch up, “i thought you had a dau-“ click. there it is. her mind has caught up and the lightbulb must be glowing above her head.

misses white smiles, watching the flurry of emotions cross her face, “of all the people i know, you’re the last one that would need any explanation right now.”

“i didn’t know,” she hums, “what happened to your son ? wait, are you the harrison’s friends ?” well, fuck, this is definitely a trap.

“he wouldn’t have made it, not in an asylum. not in this town,” she sighs. “mrs. harrison is my sister. to protect our son, we let the town believe that he’s at the asylum,” she explains. “don’t think you’ve ever met my husband. he’s away a lot. works on the boats, traveling from england to france, importing, exporting. we did what we thought would be the safest for our son. smuggled him on my husband’s boat, let him start a fresh new life in france.”

“does he like it there ?” she asks, wondering if maybe she’d just stumbled onto a well thought out plan that she could borrow for herself.

“don’t know. haven’t seen him since the night he got on that boat. and that was the point,” she nods, taking a breath, “i trust, in my heart, that he’s happy.”

she bites her lip, looking up at misses white with small eyes, anxiety of the unknown evident in her gaze, “do you think i’d be happy in france ?”

“oh honey,” misses white coos, nodding, “i think you would. with those new dresses, expensive taste you have, by the way, and that wig, i’d say france is in for a shock with a pretty girl like you.”

at that, she smiles wide, her face almost ripping with how stretched her cheeks are to accommodate the happiness she can’t hide. “how do i get there ?”

“follow that road,” misses white hums, pointing to the left side of the building, “all the way to the end. it’ll bring you to the docks. my husband’s boat is always docked by the picket number 18. you tell that man that his wife sent you. and that it wouldn’t kill him to come visit once in a while.”

she giggles, nodding, reaching out to give misses white a hug, “thank you. endlessly.”

“go. have a good life,” she murmurs, ushering her out of the door, “don’t want you to miss the boat and have to wait another day. they leave at sunrise, you’ll have to hurry,” she pats her back, “and don’t forget to come up with a name !”

forever thankful to misses white, she follows the road she was instructed to, working up to a run from time to time, as she’s unsure of how long the road really is. and just as the sky starts to turn from the deepest black, to the dark hues of blues and purples, she spots the water in the distance, boats lined up and getting packed with goods for their newest trip.

still fairly in the dark, she squints her eyes as she shuffles through crates lined up, waiting to be hauled, doing her best to read the numbers on the pickets. 

“16, 17, 18,” she mumbles to herself, stopping in her tracks, as a man almost bumps into her on his way to carry another crate, “oops, sorry there young lady.”

“s’alright,” she hums, “i’m uh- i’m looking for mister white. any idea where i could find him ?”

“it’s your lucky day,” he smiles, hands gesturing up and down over his chest, “you found him. or well, i guess, he found you,” he laughs, and for a moment, she can definitely see how he and misses white were made for each other. 

“do we know each other ?” he asks, eyes raking over her, digging deep in his memory to try and place her.

“no, don’t think we’ve ever met,” she smiles softly, “your wife sent me. said that you could help me get to france. like you did with your son,” she adds as quietly as she can, wanting, hoping that he’d understand the cryptic message.

she sees the moment it all clicks in his head, a small smile taking over his features, a smile of understanding, of concern, of hope. “yeah, i can get you to france, darling. no problem at all. give me a few moments to finish loading today’s deliveries and i’ll show you around the boat. find you a place to rest. i can assume you haven’t had the chance to do that in a while.”

and that’s the story of how she ended up laying back on large pouches of wool, the swaying of the boat on the water rocking her into a peaceful mindset. her eyes locked on the large array of stars and constellations above her, just starting to disappear now that the rays of the sun were poking over the horizon, the first moment of true calm she experiences on her new adventure.

although she had no idea what to expect when she reaches france, she’s forever grateful to have found a safe method of transportation out of england. christ, never in a million years would she have thought that she’d have made it off that island, all on her own.

as she watches the sun rise, the first day of the rest of her life now commencing, she notices another stowaway on the boat. a small lady bug perched on the wooden beam next to her, “taking the easy road to france ?” she giggles, sticking her hand out to let the bug walk onto her extended finger.

watching the lady bug walk all over her hand, tickling her skin, she barely notices the bee that lands on her skirt. that is until the lady bug flies off her hand, landing on her skirt as well, both insects just looking at each other. 

she bites her lip, watching them get a feel for each other, whispering quietly, “hi, honey bee.” she can feel the wetness pool in her eyes, as she thinks about emma, wondering how she’s doing now that it’s morning and their parents obviously know she’s gone.

she’s distracted momentarily as the honey bee gives a small nudge to the lady bug, before they both fly off together in direction of the sun. 

sighing, and wishing she could grow a pair of wings and fly off, she lays her head back, the sky now turned a bright peachy pink, she closes her eyes, reminding herself that she can’t dwell on her past anymore. she must move on, and keep hope that this is the best thing for her.

she’s not sure when exactly she fell asleep, but she feels the swaying of the boat come to an abrupt stop, as mister white tethers them to the dock.

he smiles when he notices she’d awoken, the sun sitting low in the sky again, as it’s about to set. had she really slept the entire day ? she guesses the last few stress filled days had finally caught up to her.

“welcome to france,” mister white smiles, “or should i say, bienvenue !” he chuckles, “ready to start that new life ?”

she takes a deep breath, twisting her hands in her lap, “as ready as i’ll ever be, i guess.”

“you’ve got this,” he nods, winking. “keep your chin up, and have a little faith.”

“thank you, mister white,” she hums, standing and taking his extended hand to help her step off the boat. “you and your wife have helped more than i could have ever dreamed of.”

“ahh, it’s no problem, really. i’m sorry the world isn’t quite ready for you, and for my son. breaks my heart to see such kind young folks get pushed away from society,” he shakes his head. “well, i’ll be unloading all of this, you have yourself a great time. explore. live. be happy.”

she smiles wide, nodding, her bag slung over her shoulder, starting to make her way down the path, again, feeling nothing but comfort from the darkness of night, excitement to discover her new home. she hears mister white call out for her one last time, “hey, never told me your name !”

she stops in her tracks, turning to face him, “it’s lady bug.”

Part 3

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No harm done

Pairing: Davy Jones x reader

Warnings: None

Requested: @kyuoki

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Request idea: how about the story starts with prompt number 16 and then after the incident y/n decides to thank Davy in private but it turns into something spicy?

Prompt #16

“Touch (Y/n), and it’ll be the last thing you ever do!”

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Davy Jones wasn’t through with you just yet, nor would he ever be.

Although you managed to escape the Dutchman one night, thanks to the help of Bootstrap Bill, you got out of there without being seen. Bootstrap Bill was the only crew mate on the Dutchman you could trust, as you’ve come to the terms of the fact he is the most loyal and trusting above all. After your escape, a new chapter in your life had just opened and you started out by joining Jack Sparrow and his crew on the Black Pearl.

Over your time on the Pearl, you sort of let your guard down from making yourself worry you would be recaptured if you were found. Little did you know, you would be right about this as your fear would soon be coming true. Your freedom was about to be cut short as Will Turner goes to sneak onboard the Dutchman. You were uncertain of this, considering the fact that somehow you knew Davy Jones had been on the hunt for you since the great escape. You were still human after all and didn’t want to spend the rest of your life feeling trapped all the time. There are many more reasons then one why you decided to leave, one of them being you didn’t feel like you fit in with the crew, nothing you did seemed to not ever have pleased Davy in the slightest, and lastly, you were discovering feelings you were gaining feelings for the cruel and ruthless captain. At times, you found yourself beginning to think of you were even worthy to be kept around, but Davy planned on keeping you around.

You were always careful to watch yourself, to not make a single mistake weather it’s big or small. You didn’t want to have suffer the wrath of Davy Jones, witnessing it happening to other crew mates was punishment enough in your opinion, the screams and horrific scenes that unfolded before you changed you completely, you weren’t the same person as before. You understand that one screw up could lead up to the matter of timing Davy Jones decided you were no longer needed or welcomed. The night of your escape happened to be the same night of your first screw up. You were working on getting the final task of the day done, and that was mopping the dirty floorboards beneath your feet. Because the sun was going down and it was getting harder to see where you were going and how much you had left to get done, you don’t see where the mop bucket that still contained filthy water was, causing you to trip over it in the process. To your utter horror, a loud ‘splash’ was heard and you knew that the dirty water was now everywhere, including on you.

You begin to fear what might happen to you now, at anytime soon. The lights on the Dutchman were dim, almost to the point of no use, even if you had tried. The dark had always made you feel uneasy, you would always sing quietly to yourself as a source of comfort.

“And if they catch you slippin' then it's all over pal

If one guy's colors and the other's don't mix

They're gonna bash it up, bash it up, bash it up, bash it up!”

However, because everyone had a curfew and you were still getting the job done, almost done cleaning your spill, you almost got in trouble after nearly running into Maccus as he starts rounding a corner, taking his patrol call very seriously.

Seeing Maccus, you quickly jump back to hide in the shadows, which seemed to have worked, considering he didn’t see you or even knew you were just feets away from him as he didn’t look around any further.

‘That was a close one’ you remember thinking to yourself.

Now here you are, being pulled away from the Black Pearl, as Jack Sparrow continues to try to protect you from Davy Jones, he is unable to do so at this time.

But that doesn’t stop him from silently promising you he will find you no matter what the cost as he sadly watches you being ripped away from him. Once you were back on the Dutchman, you knew you were in for it, knowing Davy was beyond angry about finding you working alongside Jack Sparrow and his crew when it should have been himself and own crew. As you brace yourself for the worse to come, it never did much to your surprise and near satisfaction. You couldn’t let your guard down completely yet, the only punishment given to you was of returning to your former cabin and rested the next following days until you decided you wanted to come out. You did, and no one was there to stop you, so you let your guard down and continued searching for an adventure.

Though you immediately regret it after hearing screams of the suffering under Davy’s command and you turn to go back, only to bump into someone. Seeing that it was Maccus, your breath hitched in your throat as you started feeling overwhelmed with anxiety you haven’t felt in a long time. The most frightening sight was when you took notice of Maccus holding a whip in hand and seeing that you had noticed it, he raises the same hand up for scare and for a one time only warning. Maccus wasn’t afraid to show you of what would happen if you don’t follow through with what you’re told to do. Maccus than begins to bark at you to get back to your duties. You go on to tell him you haven’t been given any orders but in his eyes, that was just an excuse.

Your eyes widened when he raised his hand higher up as you begin to prepare for the sheer pain that was about to be brought onto you. But as you waited, it never came, you didn’t feel a single thing and for a brief moment, you thought that maybe the deed was done and he had killed you as he promised. During this frightening encounter, you don’t remember closing your eyes, but when you open them and see that you were still very much alive, you look over to see why it hadn’t come. It was quite surprising to see that Davy Jones was the one to put a stop to what would have been certain death. As surprising as this was, it was quite amusing at the same time as you watch Davy wrestling Maccus for the whip until he won it over and threw it to the side, out of anyone’s reach.

Once that was over, Davy got up close to Maccus face and threatens him in a low dangerous voice, almost a growl.

“Touch (Y/n), and it’ll be the last thing you ever do!” Davy growls.

You couldn’t help but feel a little victorious after seeing Maccus eyes fill with fear.

Out of fear, Maccus walks away without another word, leaving the two of you alone. From the look in Davy’s eye, you were sure it was enough to burn through anyone’s soul with just that deadly look. Once gone, Davy turns to you and looks you over for any possible injuries you could have gotten. Realizing what he was doing, you started feeling more comfortable around him than before, enough to laugh a little about how he seemed to care about your well-being. Hearing you laugh, he gets a little defensive, he couldn’t help it.

“Are you laughing at me?” He nearly growls.

“Not at all, it’s just… I’m perfectly fine, Davy. Really. You don’t have to worry, I assure you that there was no harm done.”

Davy couldn’t be convinced of that, but alas, he chooses to take your word for it before sending you back to your cabin.

As long as you’re there, he doesn’t have to worry so much about you. He felt it was his duty to keep you safe and protected, with no reason at first. But he realizes there is a reason for it, and he didn’t know how to feel about it quite yet.

That reason being he loves you.

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She

Nancy Wheeler x fem!Reader

summary: you want nancy but you don’t know if nancy would want you

inspired by She by dodie

800 words

warnings: angst

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You were smart and in all of the hardest classes at Hawkins High School. The only class you struggled with in your junior year was physics. Your struggle confused everyone who knew you because you had always been a science and math person. You had always thrived with the logic of science and math and the way there was always a right or wrong answer. It wasn't the concept of physics or the contents of the class that caused the worst grade of your junior year. It was the people in it.

Actually, one person in it.

At the beginning of the year, you had all gotten the opportunity to choose the person you wanted to share a two-person desk with.

"The seating chart would not be changed all year. No exceptions," Ms. Davis had droned. So you were adamant to pick someone god. On the first day of class, you discovered that you had physics with Nancy Wheeler. The two of you had known each other your whole life but were never close. Nancy was kind and you'd always admired her beauty and generosity. In recent years, she had also grown into a bit of a badass, not to mention she was extremely intelligent.

These were just some of the reasons you had asked her to sit together. However, she hadn't just helped you with physics. You and Nancy had become best friends. You two had sleepovers almost every week and you two knew everything about each other, you knew how she smelled and her favorite chapstick flavor. However, your feelings for her were different than hers for you. She had an effect on you that you had never had with a girl before.

You knew her feelings weren't reciprocated. The majority of the conversations the two of you had at sleepovers were about her boyfriend, Jonathon. You knew you would be better for Nancy though. It's not that Jonathon was a bad boyfriend by any means, but you were a better match, you could provide Nancy with everything she had ever wanted. But you knew that you couldn't think like that. You weren't allowed to like her.

Nancy Wheeler was a girl who liked boys.

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"Y/N, you gotta stop looking at her like that," Robin whispered while luffing your arm, noting your wistful gaze toward Nancy and Jonathon browsing Family Video's selection. You and Robin had been friends for a while, both being considered Hawkins High outcasts. The two of you worked together alongside Steve Harrington at Scoops Ahoy earlier in the summer, but due to the incidents at Starcourt, you were forced to relocate. The three of you, with a newfound bond, applied together at Family Video. 

At the time, it seemed like a good idea. Before you realized Jonathon's affinity for movies he dragged Nancy into.

"I know..." you said slowly, looking away. You are not allowed to look at her like that. That was a job for boyfriends.

"I mean you never know, Y/N/N, maybe she likes girls as well," Steve offered, "you'll never know until you tell her."

You shook your head immediately, "No. No, I couldn't. She means everything to me, I can't lose her." Robin and Steve exchanged a look. "I mean it's not that bad. She's pretty when she's happy.." You smile weakly while gazing at Nancy, knowing you cant risk ruining the bright smile on her face. She glanced over at you and offered a small wave, not waiting for a response before turning back to the wall of movies. You sucked in a sharp breath and looked at your feet again, biting your lip to stop the tears from falling. 

"Maybe she just... doesn't know you're an option?" Robin egged, willing you not to feel this way after witnessing the encounter, "let her know."

"Robin, it's okay," you turned to her, smiling to reassure her. "I'm okay. I’m her best friend, and her best friend wouldn't sacrifice her happiness for a selfish reason."

Robin nodded. She knew you were right, but that's not what you wanted. More than anything, you wanted to be with Nancy.

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Nancy was a writer, she was comfortable with the grey area of literature, but was also very versed in the logic of science and math, the right and wrong. You were only fond of the logic, you didn't understand that grey area that was up for interpretation. There was no 'maybe' or 'possibly' to you. Only 'yes' and 'no', 'right' and 'wrong'.

Your mind was made. Nancy had never talked about liking girls with you, she rarely talked about anything other than her relationships and schoolwork and journalism. In your mind, this was her expression of telling you that she only liked guys. You were each other's best friend, out of all people, you would be the first to know about her sexuality.

But maybe the real reason Nancy didn't tell you was that she was scared of losing you.

#nancy wheeler #nancy wheeler x reader #nancy wheeler x female reader #nancy wheeler x fem!reader #nancy wheeler x f!reader #nancy #stranger things #nancy stranger things #nancy st #angst #i want her so bad #longing #forbidden love #from wattpad lol

[corner-stories]

grazed

Mia Dearden. Scars. Reflections. Old Friends. 1458 words. (ao3.)

Death had visited Mia Dearden many times, but never seemed to be looking for her in particular. It always seemed to seek the people around her, the ones who had finally arrived at the bitter end. 

Death arrived in her childhood home when she found her unmoving mother in the bathtub. Death arrived in the alleyway when she saw a friend succumb to the cold spell plaguing Star City. Death arrived when Albert Davis fell to the ground, trails of blood spilling out from where the arrow struck his heart. 

Death would only ever grace her, leaving reminders through the scars on her skin, the aches in the muscles, or in that diagnosis all those years ago. Death would become an echo in her brain, mocking her relentlessly for having the audacity to survive.

Why didn’t you die instead? Why did you make it out? Why do you deserve to live? 

Mia Dearden did not believe in a higher power, but sometimes she would escape a deathly scuffle or dodge a fatal blow, then look up and think. She would not give thanks, express relief, but simply wonder why — Why her? Why no one else? 

Why not her friend Roberta who froze to death in an alleyway? Why not her mother who was too depressed to realize what she was doing? Why Albert Davis in the absence of any other option?

If there was a God somewhere out there, then he was truly a sick bastard. 

Today Death had greeted Mia Dearden a lot more closely. In a mission she couldn’t even remember the objective of, she had just barely dodged a gunshot meant for her head. The sound of the firearm bellowed through the air like thunder, the bullet that grazed her face ripped through her flesh like a knife. 

And Speedy nearly screamed, falling to her knees and holding her hand at a spot just beside her right eye. When she looked to the ground she could already see droplets of red hitting the concrete. Her hand was gloved yet she could feel it getting wetter and wetter as she stemmed the wound. In seconds her eye began to sting. 

And what was she to do? Death had come so close yet she was still alive. She was bleeding, but she could still stand. The assailant was getting away, now dashing through the alleyway and getting farther from her reach. 

So taking a breath into her lungs, Mia knew what she had to do. She reached to her belt, to the scant medical supplies Speedy kept on their person, and grabbed some gauze. She affixed a bandage to her face, parts of the material covering her right eye completely, then grabbed her bow once more, her own blood staining the handle. 

And she ran, adrenaline pumping through her veins and helping her move forward. 

Death had tried to come for Mia Dearden again, but not Speedy. Mia Dearden could have died and that could have been the end of it, but Speedy still had a chance to fight. 

And as long as a glimmer of hope existed in that dark night, then she had no reason to give up. 

…

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…

An hour later the chaos had ended. The assailant had been captured and punished for his crimes. 

Mia retreated to her home base for the night, knowing full well that her own blood was beginning to accumulate on her uniform. 

In the bathroom she put down the quiver, then reached for her bandages. When she pulled them off and removed Speedy’s mask, the wound underneath was disturbed and caused a new stream of blood to form. At least she was in a better state to handle it. 

Utilizing the first aid kit under the sink, she cleaned the wound on her face, wincing more and more as every wipe removed the dried blood and exposed a small medley of torn flesh. Judging by the trajectory of the bullet she would ultimately keep her eye, but the skin around her right temple would likely be mangled and misshapen for the rest of her life. 

Even now Mia could tell that it would be more than a scar or a blemish. It was a warning — a reminder that could tell the world of Death’s relentless pursuit of her. She had gotten much closer to meeting her end, perhaps too close. 

Yet despite it all Mia could only be filled with resolve — determination to wear the mark no matter what it said, a steadfast willingness to to look Death in the eye after their numerous scuffles and tell them to keep trying. 

In a way, Death treated her like everyone else — vowing to find her eventually and  neverending in its pursuit. For the longest time it had never been a matter of when for her, but where. So Death could keep chasing her because she would keep running. When her time would finally come then Mia could face it — perhaps sit down, take a breath, and greet Death like an old friend. 

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…

A month passed since the day she had been grazed. The redness of the wound had disappeared and in its wake was uneven, misshapen, but ultimately healed skin. She was now used to feeling the rough texture whenever she touched her right temple or seeing her altered reflection. 

She was still Mia Dearden, but perhaps just one scar heavier. 

The last month had been spent predominantly in Seattle, a place where Speedy could make it on her own. But as a result she would go through long stretches of time alone, without a family member nearby or even a friend. And a part of her was dreading the reality that eventually one of her loved ones would see her like this. Ollie would certainly be terrified to see it. 

But on one certain day Mia found herself in New York, having been called to Titans Compound to assist her team with a mission. Apparently, they missed having a designated marksman on the team.

So utilizing a teleporter Mia arrived early, finding the meeting room completely empty and illuminated by fluorescent lights. If she recalled, a handful of the old San Francisco Titans now operated in the Compound, but she wasn’t sure which ones. 

Nonetheless, when she sat down in the first vacant chair and wondered what everyone else was up to lately. Last she heard, Kon was doing some kind of menial job in the Daily Planet mailroom, Bart was studying at engineering school, and Cassie was wrangling the next generation of Titans on the opposite coast.

Before Mia could delve too deeply into the reality that the only major thing to happen to her lately was the gnarly scar near her eye, she heard someone step into the room.

She spun around in her swivel chair to see Bart Allen standing in the doorway. 

It had been way too long since she last saw him, but ultimately he looked the same — boyish, adorably disheveled, and ultimately very sweet-looking. The only difference was that he was just a bit taller. 

Mia gave her old friend a smile. “Hey.”

Bart returned it with a grin of his own. “Hey- whoa.” 

Mia immediately knew what he was looking at. For a brief second she could see his brain running a million miles an hour, desperately searching for the right thing to say. At least he was actively trying to be polite about it.

“Uh… what…” he said, then sucked in a breath and avoided her gaze. “I’m sorry.” 

“No, it’s fine,” Mia insisted, shaking her head. She leaned back in her chair and pointed to the blemish on her right temple. “Handgun round, missed me by that much.”

Bart’s gaze widened slightly. “Shit.”

And somehow Mia laughed. It was the first thing she could find herself doing, letting a hearty chuckle escape her chest. She wasn’t even sure what she found so funny, just that her body’s first instinct was to react in a certain way. At this point, laughing it off felt like the only thing she could do. 

“Yeah, it’s crazy,” she said, rolling her eyes. “But I still look better than you.” 

Bart’s response was to wrinkle his nose, clearly amused. “Let’s be real, that’s not a hard hurdle to jump.”

And Mia smiled wider than she had in a long long time. 

It was odd — despite the separation between the two heroes, despite the wildly different lives they led, the second they were in the same room again they seemed to get along without a hitch. In a life as crazy as hers, Mia was just relieved to know that she didn’t just have Death to consider an old friend. 

#Mia Dearden #Speedy #Arrowfam #Bart Allen #TT #dc #missing the MiaBart friendship

[hiyoung8]

Bully characters X *NSYNC song

Hey, guys! This idea suddenly popped up in my head so why share it with you so here we go! (oh it's funny Here We Go is an *NSYNC song and I didn't even do it on purpose). I'll announce right away that the post is likely to be very long (sorry in advance) and not everyone.

Jimmy Hopkins - Just Got Paid

And if you'll notice my smile is like Kool-Aid 'Cause I just (just) got (got) paid (paid), uh

Jimmy, after having done a mission, is I think very happy to have some money! we know that he does the missions for two things: to foil Gary's plans and to get some money.

Pete Kowalski - Sailing

Sailing (takes me away) Takes me away To where I've always heard it could be (I heard it could be) Just a dream and the wind to carry me (soon I will be free) Soon I will be free Free

I think Pete sees Jimmy as a way to live the dream life he wants to lead: a life where he's not bothered and he's not alone. He would then soon be free, far from what bothers him.

Gary Smith - Forever Young

Whatever may come falling down Will never break our solid ground A million hours until the game is won

And no matter how many plans Jimmy can thwart, Gary will always have one until he wins.

Troy Miller - Crazy For You

Wherever I go, whatever I do, Whenever my heart is crying out for you

Russell invades his mind and makes his heart beat faster every moment, but Troy isn't about to tell him.

Wade Martin - I'm Just Wanna Be With You

If you're scared of love, don't, don't be afraid Because girl, I'm scared too, but I gotta have you

Wade is scared of love because he doesn't want to end up like his parents but he wants to try anyway.

Davis White - If I'm Not the One

If I'm not the one you want, then who's he? Take your time to figure out, and you'll see If I'm not the one you want, then maybe I'll be the one you need

When this girl refused his advances, Davis wondered why and figured that one day she would end up dating him.

Trent Northwick - I'll Be Good For You

I know you want me, too It's in your eyes, they say you do They're telling me you'll open your heart to me Yeah

Trent believes that all the girls are madly in love with him.

Bif Taylor - Do Your Thing

There ain't no excuse for coming up short The ball is in your court (ooh) So reach up and touch the sky

I see Bif saying this to himself before every boxing match as if to give himself courage and strength.

Gord Vendome - [God Must Have Spent] A Little More Time On You

I never thought that love could feel like this And then you changed my world with just one kiss

He thought that someone like him should only date someone of the same social class as him. But after going out and kissing Lola, this view of things seemed boring to him.

Parker Ogilvie - Riddle

The whole song is Parker. He tries to understand the girls, to decode every sign, but he can't. He finds it impossible but keeps trying until he succeeds.

Chad Morris - Celebrity

If I wasn't a celebrity Would you be so nice to me If I didn't have cheese like every day Would you still wanna be with me If I couldn't buy you diamond rings And all those other expensive things Would you be so into me If I wasn't a celebrity Lately

If Chad didn't have the money to pay her whatever she wants, would Lola be interested in him? No, the answer is no.

Bryce Montrose - The Game Is Over

Invincible, is what you think you are But you're just so typical Though you think that you're a star You act like everyone revolves around you

A line of dialogue shows that Bryce doesn't like Lola and I see him saying that to her face so much lol.

Lucky De Luca - Up Against the Wall

She took my hand (oh) We never said a word at all We started grinding Shorty had me up against the wall Ask me about tomorrow You know that I don't care at all I just got caught up when she had me up against the wall (Shawty had me up against the wall)

Lucky is a quiet guy who doesn't care about a lot of things and could have any girl.

Johnny Vincent - It's Gonna Be Me

Every little thing I do Never seems enough for you You don't wanna lose it again But I'm not like them Baby, when you finally Get to love somebody Guess what? It's gonna be me

During an argument, Johnny tells Lola that he doesn't know what to do anymore so that she only loves him.

Norton Williams - You Got It (Joey's part in it I melt)

Walking slowly through the rain Without worries there's no pain When you see a shooting star All your problems seem so far

Norton is so soft and soft as it is that I can see him saying that.

Ricky Pucino - I Want You Back

You're all I ever wanted You're all I ever needed (yeah) So tell me what to do now When I want you back

Ricky, our broken-hearted man, would do anything to get her back and they would be together again.

Peanut Romano - If Only In Heaven's Eyes

I keep your words alive, I could never forget Cause in the final hour you made me proud So proud that I could know you

Peanut can't thank Johnny enough for everything he's done for everything.

Vance Medici - The Two Of Us

'Cause I'm thinking 'bout you day and night And I just can't get you off my mind When you get a minute baby I was thinking we could hook up It's just the two of us, the two of us

When Vance falls in love, he knows he's going to end up with this person because he knows how to go about it and she'll occupy his thoughts until he doesn't love her anymore.

Lefty Mancini - Bringin' Da Noise

Say, c'mon c'mon let's raise the roof And give 'em proof that we can get loose y'all

Because Lefty is someone who lives his life to the fullest and on his own terms.

Hal Esposito - Yo Te Voy A Amar

Te abrazaré Te haré olvidar Lo que te hizo sufrir

Hal loves Eunice would do anything for her.

Beatrice Trudeau - Something Like You

Something happens when you look at me, I forget to speak Something happens when you kiss my mouth, my knees get so weak Could it be true, this is what God has meant for me 'Cause, baby I can't believe That something, like you ...Could happen to me Yeah-yeah... Something, like you...

Everything she feels about Jimmy.

Thad Carlson - Together Again

What can I do to make you see That I'm here, here for you I really hope that you'll come home So we can be together again

All he wants is for him and Dan to be the same as before: inseparable brothers.

Algernon Papadopulous - I Thought She Knew

My world revolved around her My love light burned for her alone But she couldn't see the flame Only myself to blame

He loved Lola, the first girl he fell in love with but she didn't see him because she didn't care about him.

Earnest Jones - Selfish

Almost the entire song is Earnest. Although Mandy refuses her advances time and time again, he still loves her and won't stop until she's his and he'd be willing to do anything for it even if it means hurting someone.

Melvin O'Connor - Space Cowboy (Yippie-Yi-Yay) ft Lisa "Left Eye" Lopes

If you wanna fly, come and take a ride Take a space ride with the cowboy, baby

Melvin already thinks he's a knight so I think he could very well, in a western rpg, think he's a cowboy and pick up a girl like that.

Bucky Pasteur - I Need Love

I just wanna tell you how I feel I just wanna have a love that's real How can I stop this burning desire? I can see that you're the one for me You're the only one I really need I need a love that burns like a fire

The girl he loves and needs is Beatrice and he doesn't understand what she sees in Jimmy.

Casey Harris - This Is Where The Party's At

The whole song is about Casey: a cool guy who wants to have fun with his friends or the girl he wants to date. He's a guy who doesn't get into trouble.

Mandy Wiles - Here We Go

Here we go, one more time Everybody's feeling fine, here we go now (Yes, yes, yes, here we go, *NSYNC has got the flow)

Just replace *NSYNC with Mandy in the lyrics and that's her! She is dynamic, very good dancer and manages to set the mood during matches and parties.

You've made it to the end! Thanks for reading to the end! A la prochaine!

#bully canis canem edit #bully cce #bully scholarship edition #canis canem edit #jimmy hopkins #pete kowalski #gary smith #troy miller #wade martin #davis white #trent northwick #bullies #bif taylor #gord vendome #parker ogilvie #chad morris #bryce montrose #preppies #lucky de luca #johnny vincent #norton williams #ricky pucino #peanut romano #vance medici #lefty mancini #hal esposito #greasers #beatrice trudeau #thad carlson #algernon papadopoulos

[sloanerisette]

To Have and To Hold From This Day Forward: Chapter 1 - Falling For You

My first entry for Miyakari Autumn is here!!! Thank you so much to @sluggybasson107 and @digitalworldbound for putting this on, I have been SO excited!!! I'm starting with Day 2 but will be working on the other days next month once I've finished with some big priorities!

I have wanted to write this idea for a while and it all came to a head when I decided recently to make this entire fic based around a Digimon Emperor!Yolei and Gogglehead!Kari AU, and I'm so so so excited to share this first one with y'all because I am very happy with it, haha. I absolutely LOVE Miyakari and I'm glad I got hit by the Miyakari bug recently because these two girls are so wonderful and I love them with all my life. My daughters who are also wives.

Summary:

Kari Kamiya never expected to take over as the leader for a new group of Digidestined. She never expected that she would have to lead new and old friends into battle against another Digidestined that wants to take over the Digital World.

And she would have never in her wildest dreams expected to one day share a future and a life with her.

You can also find it on AO3 here!

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No matter how much they did, how many spires they toppled, and how many Digimon they freed, the Digimon Emperor started right back up whenever they left the Digital World without fail. The fact that she didn’t need to worry about resting and could instead throw as many poor Digimon at them as she wanted without any concern simply caused anger to flare up in her chest even more as they approached a small mountainside village that had recently fallen under control of the Emperor.

TK flanked her and Davis covered the ground approach on Raidramon with Cody and Armadillomon in tow. She swallowed hard as they got closer, and snapped her goggles over her eyes. “TK, you go left, I’ll go right!” Kari shouted, trying her hardest to make sure she was heard over the harsh winds. She looked down and saw Raidramon coming up on the semi-fortified gate to the village, and knew that now was the time to strike. The Digimon in the village had them outnumbered, but with most of them being rookies and a handful of Centarumon backing them up, it seemed manageable. She didn’t want to fight them, but it was just until they could get the control spire down. They had been through much worse than this in the past few weeks, and they would free this village no matter what.

The crack of thunder screamed through the air as the wooden gate to the village shattered into splinters and Raidramon burst through. Cody and Armadillomon hopped off his back, and Cody wasted no time Armor Digivolving his partner into Digmon. So far, so good. There was no sign of the Control Spire, but there was also no sign of the Emperor.

“Rosetta Stone!”

“Star Shower!”

The two attacks launched towards a clumped up group of rookies and two Centarumon, the impact of thee stone slab against the ground stunning them before the stars broke the Dark Rings. She frantically looked around for the Control Spire, her eyes only catching thick forests and far off mountain peaks. As the sounds of Raidramon and Digmon shouting out their attacks rang in the air, Kari’s breathing started to speed up, the knowledge that Davis and Cody could get overwhelmed if they took too long leaving her on edge. There was a brief reflection of the sun’s harsh rays that glared against her goggles, and she pulled them up and shaded her eyes with her hand. Kari’s eyes widened as she saw just a hint of shiny black in the mountain range that she immediately recognized.

“She must have thought we wouldn’t be able to find it…” she mumbled to herself.

It was far out of the way and well hidden, and there was no way this wasn’t personally chosen by the Emperor to best maximize the space she controlled. Kari looked down at Davis and Cody.

“Hey! I found the Control Spire!” she shouted. Davis shot her a thumbs up and a grin.

“Kick its butt!” he shouted, “We’ll be fine down here!”

She hoped so.

Pegasusmon’s wings flapped as TK caught up to her.

“As soon as we knock that spire down, the Digimon in the village will be back to normal, let’s go,” Kari said, and Nefertimon sped off ahead.

“Hey, wait up!” TK shouted, and Pegasusmon flew after her, “Kari! Slow down!”

But no, she couldn’t slow down. She wanted to topple that tower as fast as possible, because these Digimon needed to be freed.

How could she be so cruel? To try and rule the Digital World with an iron fist without any care for the world or its inhabitants. How could she sleep at night? Kari could still barely believe she had her own partner.

How could she be so unlike the girl she met at school just a few weeks ago?

***

Even though she and the other DigiDestined had been working their butts off around the Digital World, gym class never seemed to get easier. Today they were running, and despite how she had managed to outrun a Unimon while being chased yesterday, this was somehow worse.

Kari managed to stick to the middle of the pack, and had been so focused on keeping a decent pace that she hadn’t noticed someone run up next to her. Their footsteps were in sync, and it was only once she finally noticed the extra noise that she turned her head, nearly letting out a yelp as a girl with lavender hair had seemed to pop out of nowhere. However, it didn’t take long to realize who it was: Yolei Inoue.

She was a year older than her, but Kari knew about her from all the positive things Izzy had to say about her from her involvement with the school’s computer club— especially about the fact that she was something of a whiz when it came to programming. He passed leadership on to her when he moved on to middle school, but still kept in touch with her frequently.

“All this running sucks, huh?” Kari asked between breaths. Maybe starting up a conversation would make the rest of the period go faster.

“Yeah, I hate it. I wish we could run inside or something, it’s getting too warm,” Yolei said, wiping a light sheen of sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand.

“You’re Kari Kamiya, right?” Yolei asked. Kari’s eyes widened as her eyes locked onto Yolei.

“Oh— yeah! How did you—”

“Your brother’s come into our store before. He’s talked about you a bunch,” she said, then nodded to the goggles that hung from Kari’s neck, “Plus I recognize your goggles.”

Kari looked down and laughed gently, “I guess they do make a statement.”

“They really do,” Yolei smiled. Kari suddenly felt flush, but shook her head. The heat must have been getting to her…

It was weird, but this was one of the first times in a while she really talked to another girl her age. Sure, Sora and Mimi were her friends, but the latter was in America and the former was busy with sports and school. She couldn’t exactly tag along with either of them that much, not when she was so busy in the Digital World.

At the same time, though, she felt a bit lost. Yolei was a little bit older than her, and she couldn’t help but feel out of her league. The gym teacher’s whistle rang through the air over at another track where the boys were running.

“I bet you’re usually pretty busy with computer club, huh?” Kari finally asked as they rounded the track.

“Yeah, but the vice president’s been handling a lot for me since I’ve had a lot to take care of after school,” she said.

“Oh! Are you helping out with your family’s store?” she asked.

“Mhm.”

Things went quiet between them, and Kari focused on not falling behind.

“You’re friends with Cody, right? I see you hanging out with him and that other guy a lot,” Yolei finally said. Kari blinked.

“Oh, yeah, him and Davis. Or do you mean TK?” she asked. She hadn’t realized Yolei seemed to notice her that much, but it sort of made sense— she had recognized her by her goggles, after all.

“I meant the loud one with the dark, spiky hair, but I guess both,” Yolei said. Kari started to laugh, which turned into a wheeze with how out of breath she had been getting.

“Yeah, he’s kind of a character,” Kari said, still smiling. “Cody’s a great kid, too— how do you know him?”

“We’ve been neighbors for years.”

“Well if you ever want to hang out, I’m sure Cody would be happy to hang out with you, too,” Kari offered.

“I’ll have to see,” she said, her voice suddenly sounding clipped. Kari felt herself shrink a bit as she looked over at the other girl, suddenly feeling so much smaller than she already was.

Kari focused straight ahead, her face suddenly burning as she couldn’t help but feel embarrassed.

Thankfully, the teacher blew their whistle again, signaling the students to finish, and the two girls skidded to a stop simultaneously. Kari plopped down on the ground, taking some time to catch her breath, then Yolei stepped in front of her, casting a much needed shadow over her. Kari looked up, and Yolei offered her a hand. Kari took an extra moment to rest, then grabbed Yolei’s hand to get up.

“I’m sure we’ll see each other a lot more,” Yolei said with a smile on her face.

Kari felt the heat get to her again and her cheeks flushed. She needed to get some water to try and cool off…

“Y-Yeah… I hope so.”

***

Her breathing sped up as the memory rolled through her mind. Bile rose in her throat and she had to choke it down as anger flooded her. All she could focus on now was the black obelisk just ahead, and destroying it.

“Kari!”

TK’s shout registered too late, and as Kari looked over at him, she saw a blade of air shooting up at her from the edge of her peripheral vision.

“Nefertimon, watch—!”

Although Nefertimon started to move right, the attack still slammed into Nefertimon’s left wing, causing her to spin and Kari to fall off.

“Kariiiiiiiiii!”

TK’s scream was distant as she plummeted. She clenched her eyes shut out of sheer fear, feeling the wind whip against her body before it suddenly stopped. Before she suddenly stopped. Kari hesitantly opened her eyes and looked around, only to be met with a pair of big, round lenses.

“So you’ve finally fallen for me, huh?”

The Emperor.

She was holding her in a princess carry as she rode atop an Airdramon that was flying just above the canopy of the forest below. Kari flushed and glared at Yolei.

“Why did you catch me?” she asked harshly. The Digimon Emperor raised an eyebrow, then tilted her head and smiled.

“And let you fall?”

“It would get rid of a lot of your problems,” Kari spat. Yolei gasped in faux offense.

“But then I wouldn’t be able to see you, and I do so enjoy our meetings,” Yolei grinned.

Despite the intense wind and the harsh chill that came from it, Kari felt her face heat up intensely even as she shivered.

“I told you we’d see each other a lot more, and I intend on making sure that stays true. It’d be a shame if I lost out,” she added.

“So you’re doing this all just to… to see me more?” Kari asked, jaw dropped in disbelief.

Yolei cackled and shook her head, “Oh, I didn’t realize you had such an ego, Kamiya.”

“I-It’s not an ego…” Kari trailed off quietly.

It wasn’t lost on the brunette that she was still being held so gently by the Emperor. It was unnerving, and the more she thought about it the more her heart sped up.

“No, seeing you is just one of the many joys of it all,” she added

“Why are you doing all of this?” Kari asked. Despite how angry she was, her voice came out as little more than a weak, indignant squeak against her foe.

“I told you, because I truly do enjoy our time together, as rare as it is.”

That caused Kari’s flush to deepen and her brow to furrow, “N-Not that! I meant taking over the Digital World! Hurting all these innocent Digimon! Why would you want to do this!?” she shouted.

In an instant Yolei’s expression became impassive. She looked over her shoulder, seeing the small dot that was Pegasusmon’s attempt to approach the Control Spire and her minions. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“Then tell me so I can understand!” Kari begged.

Yolei scoffed, slowly turning to look back down at Kari, “No,” she said simply. Kari couldn’t stop herself from tearing up. But even that wasn’t enough to stir Yolei.

Her cape whipped in the wind which was the only sound around them.

“Even if I told you, would that change anything?” she finally asked.

“O-Of course it—”

“Of course it wouldn’t,” Yolei interrupted immediately, “We would still be enemies. You and your friends would still hate me. What would be the point?”

Kari was speechless, her face crestfallen as she looked up at the Emperor.

No, she wasn’t the Emperor… it felt like this was the best look at Yolei Inoue she had ever gotten. Her heart ached.

“If we were enemies you wouldn’t have caught me, or-or you would’ve dropped me already,” Kari said, her voice cracking.

“I already told you, I enjoy you too much to stop our little games of cat and mouse.”

That cool, confident aura came back in an instant, and it seemed impenetrable.

Maybe there was no way to get her to realize why this was all so horrible.

Maybe there was no getting through to her.

Maybe there wasn’t even someone to get through to.

Kari didn’t want to believe that there wasn’t a good side of Yolei somewhere. Somewhere, deep down, there just had to be. Even if the others thought otherwise, she couldn’t believe it was as simple as that.

Even if it was becoming harder and harder to think it, Kari still wanted to believe it with all of her heart.

There had to be good in Yolei Inoue.

“Cat’s Eye Beam!”

Two red hot lasers sailed right by Yolei, missing by only a few feet. Yolei clenched her jaw as she saw it from her peripheral vision.

“It’s a shame that our time together is up again,” she sighed, not wistful or playful, but genuine.

“Kari!”

Before Kari could say anything, TK, Pegasusmon, and Nefertimon started to approach, flanking Airdramon on both sides.

“Put her down right now!” Nefertimon shouted.

“You’re not getting away with her!” TK followed up.

The look on Yolei’s face was… smug. Confident.

Like she knew she would be able to get away with her.

Kari’s stomach churned again.

“Well, my dear,” Yolei started, “I guess it’s time to say goodbye yet again.”

Nefertimon sped up, now flying next to Airdramon.

“You know, Takaishi, if you try and shoot me down, she’ll go, too! Be careful!” she taunted, laughing after. Kari could practically feel TK’s anger despite the distance.

Yolei let her down gently, and Kari looked at her with sad eyes, before she took a breath and jumped. Nefertimon managed to maneuver herself for Kari to land on her in time.

“Silver Blaze!”

Pegasusmon fired an emerald beam from his forehead directly at Airdramon, but it zoomed up, dodging just in the nick of time. TK and Pegasusmon stopped next to Kari and Nefertimon, watching as Aidramon twisted in the air to face them. Yolei looked down at them.

“It was fun, but I really must be going. I have big plans to work on,” she said, that playful tone seeping back into her voice. She then brought her hand to her mouth and blew a kiss to Kari in an exaggerated manner, then waved with her fingers.

“Goodbye, my darling and your merry band of fools! I can’t wait to square off again! Ohohohohoho!”

Kari was still, quiet, trying to keep a stony expression but unable to hide the way her face was becoming redder by the moment. TK’s knuckles were turning white with how hard he was clenching his hands.

“Blue Thunder!”

Another attack shot up, this time from the ground, as a large ball of lightning sped towards Airdramon. Airdramon flapped its wings, causing the attack to dissipate, and the harsh gust nearly caused Nefertimon and Pegasusmon to spin away.

Without another word, Yolei flew away, still standing on Airdramon’s head. Nefertimon and Pegasusmon slowly landed, and Kari offered a weak smile to Davis and Cody.

“I’m so sorry I went off ahead without you all,” she said sheepishly, “I saw the Control Spire and I thought if I could take it down, then we could be done.” Once again she got ahead of herself and was more focused on finishing the job than doing it safely.

Tai wouldn’t have done that. Even if her brother could be rash, the safety of the group under his watch was always paramount. She was barely treading water in comparison.

“Kari, it’s ok. You don’t have to apologize, we came out of it ok,” TK said, offering her a lopsided smile. That smile didn’t offer her much reprieve in those moments, though.

“Even though TK is right, it’s important that we’re more careful next time,” Cody said. She knew Cody didn’t mean to lecture her, it was just a reminder of her mistake. A mistake that was so obvious in hindsight, but her tunnel vision left her so dead set on the immediate victory that seemed just in reach.

She wished she could just set all that guilt aside, but it was going to stay with her for a long time, she knew it. Even if they took down the Control Spire and helped the village, it could’ve gone so wrong. Someone could’ve gotten hurt.

“Where does that stupid Digimon Emperor get off trying to kidnap you, anyways!? Ugh, she’s the worst,” Davis huffed. He folded his arms and pouted, now glaring up at the sky

“She wasn’t always like this…” Cody mumbled, “I wonder what caused her to change… or if she was always like this.”

Kari looked up at the sky, holding her hand up to her heart. Yolei was long gone by now, probably planning some new way to ambush them. She was starting to add more forces to major areas she wanted to hold onto, and they’d have to push hard to try and free those sections from her control. If Yolei was able to separate her from the group, then those excursions would probably be doomed in an instant. There was going to be a lot of planning and preparation in the upcoming days…

A hand on her shoulder caused her to jump in place. Her eyes went wide and she started to pant.

“Whoa! I’m sorry, you were zoned out there, so I wanted to let you know we were thinking about heading back,” TK said.

Kari let out a long, relieved exhale, “Yeah… yeah that’s a good idea. Sorry, just a lot on my mind.”

“Let’s head back then! We deserve to relax!” Davis whooped.

But even still, Kari couldn’t tear her eyes away from the horizon, where the Digimon Emperor lay in wait somewhere out there.

She could feel her heart speed up again, as a rush of butterflies started to swarm in her stomach. So many of the things that had happened during this trip to the Digital World slotted together perfectly. Neurons lit up, causing a light bulb to shine as bright as the sun in her brain.

“…Oh no.”

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[fictionadventurer]

"I'm continually surprised at just how literary the events of the Civil War can be--people who are foils to each other, events and people that draw out themes, happenings that have poetic or dramatic irony or justice. It makes one wonder--a couple of millennia down the road, could the Civil War and its characters be the focus of an archetypal epic drama the way that Caesar's was? It's a compelling--if odd--thought."

I know right?!

For example, Lee, McClellen and Grant all foil each other in different ways!

McClellen and Lee were both respectable men with good standing in the army. Both were offered the job of replacing Winfield Scott. Both were popular with their men. However, while McClellen was timid and slow, Lee was brash and risktaking! Lee won against the odds, while McClellen avoided victory when it was handed to him! McClellen hated Lincoln (who did not care for him), Lee and Davis got along well from what I've heard.

McClellen and Grant were both the most prominent generals in the Union Army. Both went up against Robert E. Lee. I believe both were popular with the men. However, McClellen started on the top while Grant started as a washout working in his father's shoe shop. McClellen was so terrified to lose he was too afraid to win, while Grant had been defeated enough in life that he could bear to take risks. McClellen was consumed with phantoms of what his enemies were doing, Grant did not care (sometimes to his detriment). McClellen was the man who should have won the war but instead was removed and failed to run for president. McClellen ran when Lee refused to lose at the Seven Days (even if he did not win a single engagement). Grant got his tail kicked the first day of Shiloh and responded by kicking the South back the second day. Grant won the war and became president. McClellen boasted constantly, Grant did not.

Lee and Grant were both leaders of their respective armies. Both have gone down in history as the main and in many ways best generals of their armies. Both were able to take risks and win great victories. However, while Lee lost his gamble in Gettysburg, Grant was winning his at Vicksburg. Lee's journeys north ended in failure, Grant's journey South to Richmond ended in triumph. Lee was beloved throughout the South while many in the North called Grant a butcher. Lee was an aristocrat, who practically represented the South's view of American greatness. Grant was an ordinary man who rose through his triumphs and stone cold determination, representing the North's view of American greatness. Lee may have occasionally criticized slavery but had few qualms participating and fighting for it. Grant was to my knowledge no dedicated abolitionist prior to the war, but freed the one slave he was ever given despite his family needing money. Lee lost, a man who (ultimately) fought valiantly for the worthless cause of slavery. Grant won, a man who led a noble cause to triumph, freeing the slaves. Until recent years, Lee was put on a pedestal until recent years, while Grant was slandered.

Just...so many parallels! You'd think this war was one of the times God decided to peel back the curtain slightly make his poetry all the more visible!

The parallels really are amazing. Lincoln and Grant--both humble guys from Illinois who faced failure after failure but wound up victorious--stand in sharp contrast to the successful, prideful people like McClellan, Lee, and Davis. The self-made men of the West who triumphed through their own labor defeating those who wanted to profit off the enslaved labor of others. It could almost be a fable.

There are so many stories that seem to make the hand of God visible. The two that most often come to mind are:

Seward's carriage accident that led to his severe injuries and broken jaw must have seemed like a tragedy at the time--perhaps enough to make one wonder why he'd been struck with such misfortune--but that splint from the broken jaw ended up being the only reason he survived his assassination attempt.

Grant's life story of failure after failure after failure, struggling so hard to support his family and never managing to find success, must have been almost unbearable, yet if he had found success earlier, he likely never would have risen to the heights that he did. There was a point where he was desperately in need of a job, ran for some kind of government position, and lost the election, which led to him moving back to Illinois. It must have been devastating at the time, but if he'd gotten the job, he likely wouldn't have joined back up with the army. That loss put him on the path to becoming the man who won the Civil War and became the first two-full-term president since Jackson, and it's really astounding when you think about it.

#answered asks #history is awesome #presidential talk