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i. bravery or stupidity ?

a roronoa zoro series !

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chapter summary : you thought surely you were going to die a coward that day but little did you know, you'd be braver than you ever thought you were.

chapter warnings : canon violence and mentions of weapons, cuss words, descriptions of injuries and bruises ( lmk if i missed anything )

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word count : 8.08k ( whew so much for an intro wtf )

The repetitive circus music began, flashing lights and the clapping, oh the clapping echoed in your mind, your head hung low, not wanting to look up even though you heard harsh whispers through the music to follow as the signs say.

How could you when your hands were constrained behind you with a rope?

Well, a rope you were almost through with cutting off with a very small blade you always hid under your tongue that wasn’t taken away with your knives and weapons.

But this time, you decided to look up, something in your gut told you that this was worth seeing, worth paying attention to as you saw three figures in the middle, the lights shining on them but from where you were, further at the back, you could not make out their faces.

Raising an eyebrow in curiosity, you peeked ahead trying to see if you knew them, though you were pretty sure they were new, perhaps not even from your town because surely you knew almost everyone.

You could see a guy with a straw hat, hair seemingly curly or just simply messy in a white t-shirt, you saw a redhead to his left who was looking around and from her body language, you figured she was just as confused as most of you.

When your gaze landed on the last figure, immediately you thought before you could even properly figure him out,

That is such an ugly hair color, looks like mold green good gosh!

You wondered as you continued to squint at him, somehow even from afar, you could tell he was the most nonchalant regarding, whatever the fuck was going on. He seemed taller compared to the others and stronger as you scanned his muscles.

One of the flashing lights caught onto something shiny on his left ear,

Ah earrings, maybe mold green does know about fashion huh?

Suddenly the music stopped as you heard the voice of the psychopath you hated more than you hated losing your knives.

“-top stop! No stop!” You tore your gaze away from ‘mold green’ as you nicknamed and looked at the clown.

He was once again, blabbering about how everyone had messed up his entrance and you couldn’t help but clench your jaw in anger as you saw him spit in the face of a guy dressed up as a lion.

It’s all wrong, it’s…wrong.

“Hey! I know you,” Everyone’s attention including yours shifted to the voice,

“I saw your wanted poster in Shells town. You’re the clown guy.” Now you were more than curious as to who exactly this character was, briefly pausing your excruciating task of slowly cutting the very firm and strong rope with all but a tiny blade.

“Um uh, Binky right?” Lightly snorting at the mispronunciation,

“Buggy” “Buggy the clown.” You scoffed at his words, already more than fed up with this nonsense, more specifically of your entire situation.

He continued introducing himself, but you tuned him out as you focused on the three before you. You had an instinct that they weren’t any ordinary townspeople or some sort of tourists.

You flinched when you saw Buggy leap forward as the audience gasped, you felt a sort of anger when he grabbed the Straw Hat’s face.

Cringing at the way he slapped straw hat’s hand when he was about to touch his nose, rolling your eyes at his pathetic attempt to assert his power.

“Hey! I am not a nobody, I am Monkey D. Luffy.”

“And I will be king of the pirates.”

Now, you were caught off guard, you didn’t think out of everything, Luffy was a freaking pirate. And what did you think of pirates? You hated them.

Your hatred sprouted from the scar that ran through your right eyebrow to your right cheekbone, it healed over time but it was always a reminder of what was once a past incident you’d never wish on anyone.

Buggy seemed to take that as a joke, countering with his own supposed accomplishments as a pirate which were making you more annoyed than you already were as the rope tying your hands seemed to make no difference in losing up even though it’d been a while since you started trying to cut them.

Though you must admit, all this blabbering Buggy did about the map to the treasure that will make one the king of the pirated had you more curious than ever. You knew about it, heard it through stories told in what was left of your town.

The One Piece.

And if it did exist, you’d rather it be in any other person’s hands but the boon of an existence clown and well…ex-pirate you suppose.

Even if it had to be in the hands of Luffy.

Somehow, your gut was able to tell, that he was…different. A different pirate from the known rogues that you knew and had encountered in your life. You preferred to trust your gut after one too many instances where you did the opposite and ended up regretting it.

“-said don’t make me laugh!” You snapped out of your thoughts, once again blocking out what was happening in front of you. You were never one who lost focus, you knew better as a fighter how important it was to pay attention to every detail but also who could blame you for not being fully conscious when you’d not even had food or simply water for the past two days?

Besides, your hands were your priority right now, freeing them would ultimately lead you even closer to freedom. Fortunately for you, you felt one part of it loosen up, allowing your left hand to wiggle.

“All right, listen up.” Suddenly it was silent, which for once stunned you as the spotlight shifted to one of the three “pirates”.

It was mold-green-headed guy, and of course, he had to be even better looking than you’d even guessed.

“I’m Roronoa Zoro.” He moved forward as he spoke, towards Buggy. And you had to admit though, it was the first time since a long time, you’d seen someone so-

“Drop your weapons and I may let you live.”

Now there goes the image you’d made of him. You felt he’d be rational, maybe try to negotiate something with the crazed clown but here he was, threatening a bunch of armed minions while he stood defenseless, his only weapon being well…his threat.

Though you must admit, it’s brave of him, as your father once taught you, there’s a thin line between courage and stupidity, you ought to know where you fall into, and taking in the situation, Zoro over here definitely was not passing into the brave territory much.

As you expected, Buggy didn’t take it lightly, he taunted Zoro and his minions were now preparing to attack.

“Wait, wait what if I have something else to offer you?” The redhead spoke up, your eyes darting back to her as they’d been previously been unknowingly staring, not that you wanted to but it was like you couldn’t help it.

“Something more valuable than the map, what if I give you a new freak for your crew?”

“A rare talent. The most spectacular act in all of the East Blue.”

“Besides you, of course.”

She began to move beside Luffy, and abruptly she pulled off his straw hat and threw it in the air.

What the actual fuck?

You thought as Luffy screamed and now it was your turn to become more surprised when all of a sudden his arm…elongated and stretched up up in the air to grab the hat.

You blinked once, twice to make sure you were not hallucinating due to malnourishment but then it struck you.

He consumed the Devil Fruit.

Your gaze shifted back to the redhead and you promptly got another realization that it was a distraction to allow her to escape.

But, aren’t they in the same crew?

She…betrayed them?

You didn’t know what to think, and how could you possibly conclude if they even cared for each other because you didn’t even know them, barely their names and well…superpowers now.

Her attempt was a failure as she was dragged back in.

“What did you do?! What did you do to their town?! You destroyed everything!” She yelled as she stood in front of the clown again.

This hit you in a way it hadn’t in a while, you knew your town was ruined, destroyed but it also reminded you of how you weren’t able to do much to save it before you were held captive.

You’d fought and you’d fought hard, alas your defeat wasn’t truly because of not being able to take them down, instead, you were threatened.

A life for a life.

Buggy promised if you’d take down any more of his lunatics, he’d end up killing the children he’d held captive.

Giving up wasn’t a choice, you had to surrender before he could get through with his sickening words.

You gulped as you felt the familiar taunting in your head, chanting the repetitive words of how you failed to be a ‘hero’. How you failed to protect those who you loved, those who were innocent.

And that voice only felt louder as you saw two of the three being taken to the forbidden green room named by Buggy.

No, you couldn’t let more people suffer, you had to find a way to end this. You had to save your people.

Taking a deep breath, you concentrated on the blade cutting each fiber of thread as swiftly as it was possible.

Your left hand being more free was a huge benefit, letting you cut it more quickly.

And finally.

Finally, you felt the rope tug off completely.

You were in disbelief that your plan worked, the tiny blade you hid under your tongue being able to cut through the rope.

Moving your hands in front of you, you closed and opened them, trying to bring back life into them. Your shoulders ached, and you rolled them trying to ease the cramps.

Now all you needed was a plan.

But what plan?

You stood up firstly, quietly as you could without drawing anyone's attention and you looked sideways to see if anyone was observing you.

No one seemed to have noticed you, likely far too scared probably from not following what was on the signs, and that fueled your anger more.

In front, Luffy was being chained up, a sick feeling once again rising in you as you stood there helpless on how you could help him.

You weighed your options.

It would be quite frankly risky to just oppose Buggy from where you were, weaponless too, and not that you didn't trust your own fighting abilities, you did know it was a risk to count on stamina that was running on adrenaline purely out of survival at the moment.

You figured the first step was to find your weapons. Certainly, you'd be able to gain an upper hand, even if a small one that is.

And so you thought about where could they have possibly hidden your knives.

Then it hit you,

The green room.

You knew what it was, having been held there when you were first held captive.

"Now, now, you don't need to become so violent sweetheart, you just need to compel and everything will go smoothly."

Buggy taunted you as you glared at him with the intensity, if it could, bury him under the dirt.

He held your knives in front of you as you yanked your arms to try and get them back, impossible because the chains were glued to the chair.

"I'll store these for you safely, maybe one day you'll get it in your head that it's better to be on the right side with me."

You watched as he removed a box, shaped like a treasure chest, opened it, and threw them inside.

Shutting it harshly, he kept the box in a black cupboard which was near the corner.

"Now you'll know, you shouldn't pick a fight you'll lose."

Groaning when you registered that now you had to figure out how to get to the green room.

Another realization came to you when you remembered Zoro and the redhead were getting dragged there.

That's it! I just have to follow where those fuckheads drag them,

You felt a small wick of hope light up as you now had a sort of solid plan.

Once you'd be able to get your weapons, you'd also be able to free the other two and….

All you could hope was that they were willing to help you out, at least if it involved being able to save their other friend too.

Chances were low, remembering how redhead almost ditched the two, but you had a hitch that Zoro might be more willing.

With a deep breath, you focused on what direction they were getting dragged to, noticing it was to the left while you were on the opposite end.

You'd have to slowly creep your way down to the left of where you now saw them disappear.

Your heart did feel like it was in your throat as you took cautionary steps, hitching your breath if you made an unintentionally loud noise when the circus got quiet from the forced claps and unenthusiastic laughter.

Lucky for you, you didn't have anyone look at you and if they did, they'd chosen to ignore you.

It was taking longer than you hoped, seeing as you'd been all the way up the top row, and you had to keep ducking to avoid the flashing lights suddenly shining on you but you made it.

As you reached a few feet away from what seemed to be a made-up door, leading down a…hallway? You froze up and ducked as you saw a guy, from his ugly haircut you figured it was Cabaji, cycling on a unicycle down the path.

You thought you'd been hallucinating possibly, thinking your mind was playing jokes on you because this seemed ridiculous, a supposed dangerous guy, on a fucking unicycle.

You snapped out of your thoughts and followed your way, making sure there was no one else and fortunately, they all seemed busy doing what Buggy told you as you saw Luffy being strapped down to a table.

You were in contemplation, whether you should just say fuck it and free Luffy but the rational, or what was left of it, part of your brain knew it'd get worse for the both of you.

The hallway was quite narrow, and it reeked out ashes. It reeked of burnt-out items.

It was dimly lit and you walked on your tiptoes as quietly as you could.

You saw him enter a room to your right.

Bingo.

You knew this was the green room.

Slyly moving forward, you paused before you could enter the room. Now it was where the real part of the plan began. Having to take down one minion pirate, possibly by yourself.

And oh, of course, only using your combat skills.

You heard two people talking, it was subtle since they were likely murmuring, but you could make out one voice and that was Cadaji's.

The other was a bit deeper, with a lower timbre to it, so obviously it wasn't redhead's.

Then you heard the sound of something slicing through the air and hitting a hard surface, piercing into it.

Your eyes widened, praying that the insane pirate hadn't actually stabbed any of the two and that you didn't really want to witness a murder right now.

You moved forward, now standing in front of the open door leading into the room.

Firstly, you made eye contact with the redhead who was trapped in a cage and facing the door.

Her eyes held surprise when you made an appearance, obviously not expecting anyone else other than the idiots she spotted on the stage. Your face was definitely not in that crowd.

You put your finger to your lips, a desperate look on your face, enough to have Nami somewhat not show more reaction which would make Cabaji suspicious.

Luckily, Cabaji's back faced you as you took a minute to scan your surroundings. Gulping when you recalled the last time you’d been in here was also in a worse if not similar situation.

The next thing catching your attention was the tied-up man to a sort of spin wheel.

You also noticed the knife right next to his face and realized that was the stabbing sound.

His face though, seemed as nonchalant as it had been since you first saw him. Now that just made you wonder if he even felt any emotion.

You didn't have time to wonder though as you scanned your surroundings for something that could knock out the pirate before he knew of your presence.

Spotting a baseball bat near your side, you lunged towards it, now Zoro’s attention turning to the new presence in the room as he said nothing but just raised an eyebrow in question.

Before Cabaji could look towards where he had a sudden stepping sound and where Zoro’s gaze was now, you concentrated all your force in one place and swung forward.

Splinters of sharp wood and splatters of blood flew through the space as the man groaned in pain, caught off guard and falling on his knees to the ground.

It was enough of a hit to have him collapse in heaves, the knives in his hands falling as well, blood gushing from the back of his head, down his neck.

You threw the baseball bat to the side, lunging forward and wrapping your right arm around his neck. You tightened your upper arm around the area and he began to scratch it, trying to free your hold.

You were breathing heavily, having to use more strength than what you had at the moment and you knew if you didn’t push yourself and end this, you’d end up going back to square one.

He was choking on his breath, you could sense he was losing consciousness, and you knew within a few seconds he’d be out.

And out he was, as you let go of him once his whole body weight leaned into you. He dropped face down, quite an anti-climatic ending to his life considering what they’d been putting your town through.

It felt like a huge weight had been lifted off your shoulders, being able to take the sort of revenge you’d been wanting since you’d been held captive. Exhaling in relief with deep breaths, also took a lot of your energy which was draining, very quickly now.

“...What the fuck ?”

“What just happ-”

Your gaze snapped towards the others in the room and your eyes widened in shock when you remembered it wasn’t just you in the green room.

The redhead seemed more shocked than Zoro did, you think you’d even seen a bit of fear in her eyes, but it may have been just her being surprised.

Zoro on the other hand, you think this was the first time you saw any emotion, well not that there were many other times considering this was your first time being this close, but he seemed surprised as one would be in that situation you suppose.

You opened your mouth, wanting to say something, and then shut it when you tried to figure out what you should say first.

“Y/N.” You turned towards redhead and then Zoro,

“Uh, my name’s Y/N.” You gulped as you now felt conscious, considering they were scrutinizing you as if you were some sort of experiment gone wrong.

You suppose there was no point in feeling nervous, also remembering they just saw you kill someone.

“I’m not a part of you know, Buggy or whatever’s crew, if that wasn’t obvious enough.” Turning your gaze for a second towards the dead body in front of you.

“I live here, this- this is my town, hometown to be more specific.”

“I came here to find my own weapons and maybe you could help me out too?”

Figuring there was no point in beating around the bush, also knowing you may just get caught if someone had heard the commotion. But also the lives of many were once again, in your hands. This time though, you would do anything to free them.

“How, how do we know you’re trustable?” The redhead asked to which you wanted to scoff, wasn’t the dead pirate enough to prove you weren’t definitely with Buggy? Perhaps she thought you had other motives.

“Look. I don’t care if you trust me or not, what matters right now is if you’re willing to help me so that we can all get what we want yeah?” Stating firmly, you spoke sharply, secretly hoping they would help you.

As if on queue, you heard the screaming of what sounded like Luffy. Talk about perfect timing.

“Fine.” This time, it was Zoro who spoke, in a gruff tone as if he’d rather be anywhere but having this discussion.

“We’ll help you and if you do anything suspicious,” Rolling your eyes at his empty threats, you reminded him of his position.

“You’re the one in captivity right now, aren't you? Consider it a favor that I’m also freeing you.”

You looked around, and you spotted the knife beside the deceased pirate. Picking it up, you held it tightly and moved in front of the moss head.

“I could just leave you both here, but I won’t.”

Now you were only a few inches away from him as you narrowed your eyes at him, his eyes going back to being stoic yet you saw a flare of irritance as if he hated how inferior he felt due to his current position.

“Hold still.”

Without waiting for another second, you moved your hand with the knife to his right one held up. And in one swift movement, you sliced off the rope wrapped around his hand.

It was quick since the knife was pretty sharp and then before you sliced the other one, you warned him.

For the other one, you had to hold his arm in place as you moved, repeating the same movements. It wasn't like you paid attention to how your hand could barely even wrap around the size of it-

“There.” You stepped back, gulping slightly from the proximity, as he threw away the cut ropes. Rubbing his wrists as he stepped forward, not really paying any attention to you now, he just nodded as if to say thanks.

You did take note however how much taller he was compared to you. Possibly, half a head or say six to seven inches. His larger frame did not help in making him seem less intimidating and maybe you really shouldn’t have almost threatened him.

Jeez, it wouldn’t hurt to say it verbally.

Ugh, whatever, why do I care anyway?

“Zoro.” He said which made you turn towards him in confusion, “My name,” He said nothing else to which you wanted to let him know you already knew after his marvelous introduction earlier but you just nodded.

“Mine is Nami.” A voice spoke up, and you remembered what you were going to do next. Ah, the redhead.

“Oh, right.” You smiled sheepishly as you felt a tinge of guilt for almost forgetting she was still trapped in the cage. It wasn’t like you were only freeing them for your advantage, you also didn’t want more to be held captive too.

She seemed like she was going to chuckle, but she just shook her head, not wanting to further emphasize anything she’d observed the past few minutes.

“Well, it looks like it’s pretty loose, did- did you, wait were you picking it with a lock picker or some sort of sharp object?” You’d moved towards the cage, holding the lock and shaking it around to which it did feel a lot lighter than it should, only a few more picks and it would be open.

“Then I don’t need to do much,” You stepped back and decided a small kick would probably break it.

“Just hold on to something.” She nodded as you took a deep breath, raising your right leg and swinging it with as much force, as you did a low roundhouse kick.

The sound of metal falling was heard, as you grinned lightly seeing the lock on the ground.

“I hope that didn’t shake you up too much?” You didn’t know why you’d felt the instinct to be more polite towards her as you rushed forward to open the cage door, considering she was probably the reason they got held into captivity in the first place.

The impact of your kick did shake the cage but since you didn’t put much force into it, Nami’s body weight was able to hold it still in one place.

She stepped out and you saw the relief on her face, she stretched out and groaned in satisfaction due to finally feeling…free.

“Here,” Zoro said as he tossed a sort of stick to Nami. You turned towards him and saw him holding three swords.

Ah, their weapons. I forgot they are pirates.

You saw him put the swords in their sheaths and it made you wonder,

One for each hand, but where does the third one go?

Then you also remembered something,

I came here for my knives-

“So what-”

“Wait!” You interrupted Zoro who was looking at Nami, now they both looked at you, one almost slightly irritant while the other curious.

“I uh- I need my own…knives. They took them from me when they caught me. It’s here somewhere, they hid them here.” You paid no mind to them as you looked around for the stupid box that had them.

It was in a black cupboard, that’s where I saw him keep it, now where else would it be?

Your frustration was slowly turning into panic as you saw no black cupboard. It was as if fate had chosen to make a fool out of you with passing time.

“Do you remember where they were? We-” Zoro was about to protest before Nami looked at him pointedly, “We’ll help you find them.”

“I do remember! I-I do! It was in a box, and a- black cupboard!” Looking around, Nami went ahead passing through the few cupboards, breaking them open to find them empty or with useless items, sitting the urge to grab what mght eventually help in the future. Zoro sighed, deciding he’d get done with this so they can get out quicker. He wasn’t particularly fond of the idea of wasting time but with the small decency he had, he figured he’d help you out since technically you did free them. ( even though he was positive he’d have freed himself soon enough).

You on the other hand, were frantic. It was horrible when they were taken away, but the thought of them being actually thrown away or perhaps even sold to someone else was terrifying. They were the last symbol of what your father was, what your father left left for you.

The thought was about to make you cry until you reached one specific cupboard that didn’t seem to budge open. It was locked.

“Here! I think. I think they are in here.” All movement paused as the other two stopped looking and turned towards you, “But it won’t budge, it’s locked.”

Contemplating how to break it, you didn’t notice Zoro was beside you until his voice startled you out of your daze. “Move.”

He gruffly ordered which made you wonder if he’d ever been thought on how to be polite, but nonetheless you followed as he said and moved behind.

Pausing for a moment, you wwondered if it was now he realised it was nearly impossible to open the firm doors without a key, but before you could voice out your thoughts, you saw him put his hands(making sure not too stare much at the veins that were very much visible and definitely not noting how large they seemed-) on the handles and in one swift motion pull it open with ease.

You just stared in disbelief as they came off their hinges and he tossed them aside as though they weighed nothing, they probably didn’t actually.

“Yeah he can do that, don’t worry, it’s not a big deal for him, atleast.” Nami said as she looked at you, amused a little at your comical shock expression.You just blinked and nodded slowly,

“This ‘is it?” Zoro asked as you looked into the cupboard.

Right, knives. Your knives.

Fate seemed to pity you as you realised lo and behold, there laid your knives, out in the open and in fact not in a box. Quickly going infront, pushing Zoro a little as he mumbled ‘ungrateful brat’ which you chose to ignore as your hands brushed over your set.

Seven. All seven were there.

You took one scanning it thoroughly until your eyes fell upon the initials. Your initials to which, for the first time in a while, you felt the corner of your lip rise into a tiny grin. With another quick scan, you put them in their respective sheaths.

Foolishly enough, the knuckleheaded pirates didn’t think to remove your sheath belt or other sheaths, deeming it unnecessary as they were empty so they wouldn’t be of any use.

Holding one dagger in one hand, you were fairly ready…for whatever would occur.

Zoro was silent, as if it was anything new, but for a brief moment he wondered just how much they meant to you.

Perhaps as much as his katanas did to him?

He didn’t give it much thought, instead turning to Nami. “What’s the plan now? You did come up with a plan right? That’s your thing, plans.”

You figured she was likely a navigator, given from your knowledge of pirates, they’d be the ones who could come up with plans for routes and all other…pirate related stuff.

Nami eyed you for a second, to which you nodded at his words, realising you did not object, but then again what were the options. Her gaze turned towards Zoro and she spoke, a light smirk forming on her face,

“I say, we beat the hell out of every clown we see.”

Since the time you’d spotted Zoro, you think, this was the first time you’d seen a grin on his face, a chuckle being another first.

And you had another realisation, that, it suited him more.

Wiping the sweat of your face as you kicked the limp arm of one of Buggy’s idiot that hit your leg as he fell from your punch. Turns out, you still had it in you to punch and boy did you use all your strength.

Nami was ahead, while Zoro was…behind her as well considering you couldn’t see him anymore.

Pausing for a much needed breath of air, you rubbed your aching hands together. Suddenly you began to feel the adrenaline slowly draining, your head feeling light.

No,I can’t pass out. Not now. Please,

You leaned against a wall, deciding you just needed to sit. For a few seconds at least. You figured everything might be handled by the other two considering you could hear a lot of muffled shouting and talking.

Sighing forcefully, you rubbed your eyes, wishing how life would stop treating you like a scapegoat for all bad omens. You missed your old life, your youth, your joyful town, its people and most of all…you missed your father.

You wondered if he were here, would he have let the people reach to this point?

With that thought you stood up, more determined than ever as you knew what the answer was. He wouldn’t have, he would have fought till his last breath to protect his people. And…and he did.

One thing you knew, you couldn’t let more people suffer. And with the newfound will and strength you stepped slowly into the opening.

The benefit of the dark circus with only flashy lights was that there was a lot of shadows and dark spaces. You, discovered how beneficial it was since you first escaped to the green room and even now as you hid behind what seemed like a chest.

Fuck, fuck I forgot he also has eaten the Devil Fruit.

Helplessly staring as you saw a hand, presumably Bughead’s, strangling Luffy.

Hearing a groan from your hiding place, your eyes widened when you realised Nami had fallen in front of you.

Your eyes moved to Zoro, finding the swordsman in a similar position.

You gulped as you called out to Nami in a low voice, “Hey!” Whispering in a panic, “I forgot to tell you he’s eaten the chop chop fruit, any sort of weapon would be pretty useless!”

Nami looked around in confusion wondering who was speaking, when she saw you she realised it was you and she rolled her eyes, “Well yeah, clearly.” “Now isn’t really the time for sarcasm don’t you think?”

Think quick.

Clenching your hands as you saw the hand strangling Luffy, your eyes darted around clenching your dagger harder.

An idea struck you when you spotted empty craters.

“I think I have an idea-” You whisper-yelled out to her, wanting her to hear before she chose to do anything, “His parts, trap them- trap them into those empty crates!”

As she stood up, her gaze fell upon them and darted back to the body parts around. She realised it was worth taking the chance.

“Luffy! The crates!” She yelled out to him, to which the straw hut guy understood, very quickly you thought.

He rose up still trying to free himself from the hand strangling him, and with one harsh pull he yanked it away from his neck and tossed it in the air like a ball and as though her stick was a bat, Nami flung it across in the crate, trapping it.

Zoro seemed to get the hint, as he moved to the place and you were glad it seemed like the idea worked.

The next moments felt like blur as at one point when Nami tossed a part of the clown in a crate, you remembered rushing to shut it close and putting your weight on it.

It ended. It actually did.

Nami turned towards you as she closed the barrel, a grin on her face as she knew everything was over…for now.

But all you could see was a slow darkness, darker than what was in the circus, legs weighing like anchors as you sank down and finally, you dove head first, into uncocnciousness. Lucky for you, the redhead had faster instincts and before you bust your head open, she caught you.

The last thing you heard was a yell of your name and then it was as though you were in deep waters, mind blank.

The weight of the world got heavier, quite literally as you realised how abundant your limbs felt.

It wasn’t until your eyes began to open when you got the clue that you were indeed alive.

The familiar smell of sandalwood with hints of cinnamon was what hit you first as you inhaled.

“Am I dead?” The brief murmuring was what you registered as your ears felt unclogged, pausing as your croaked voice rasped. Your tongue felt like stone, mouth sandpaper like.

“Wa-water.” You could briefly see a familiar room. Everything seemed familiar, you knew you knew where exactly you were but it was taking some time for your memories to catch up with you.

Get up, get up.

“Now, now what’s the rush child?” A warm voice spoke up to which you turned your head to the man. As you took in his features, you recalled who he was.

“Da-dada?” The old man smiled, his wrinkles deepening as they always did. You noticed his hand holding a glass of water and before you knew it, you took it and gulped it down before you could even say anything.

“Aish- always impatient.” He scolded wanting, ready to yell to slow down so you don’t choke but he knew you’d pay no mind.

Dada was your guardian. He took you in as his own when your father was no more and considered you his own grandchild,because seeing he’d never had any kids to experience grandchildren, he felt the universe was giving him a chance that one night when a ten year old you, came to his door drenched in the rains, shivering as you asked if you could have something to eat.

“Am I dreaming dada? Am I dead?” You said as you scanned your surroundings, noting it was the living room of his hut, feeling as though what happened in the past few hours or even days was all dreams. Surely, it wasn’t that a damn crew of pirates had trapped your entire town and another bunch of pirates, different ones, apparently the good kind ended up saving you as you helped them too.

It seemed like one bizarre fever dream.

“Kid, why do you always insist on me dying! I am old but not too old-” Comically he coughed after his nagging to which you held back your laughter, knowing you’d only get scolded more.

With a half hearted glare, he shook his head, “You weren’t dreaming, at least not until you fainted in that rotten circus-”

“It was real?!” You looked at your hands and noticed faded blue-purple bruises around your wrists, the physical proof needed that yes indeed, everything was and is real. “Is everyone safe? I- are the people okay?” You were in a panic realising your memory that was slowly coming cut off the moment you last heard a yell of your name from Nami, not knowing what happened afterwards.

“Supposing I am here, you’re here in this room, yes i’d say everything is going back to…normal.” He knew it wouldn’t be right to say it was normal, it would take a while to get back to what the town once was but for now they got their freedom back, so with time, he knew it’d all be back.

“So- the- the ‘good’ pirates are also real?” You paused as you tried to frame the proper words and Dada just nodded in amusement, finding your brief amnesia moment hilarious.

“In fact, they are waiting for you.”

“Me- but why?” You wondered why they’d still be here, figuring they’d leave once they got what they required, a little sad knowing you couldn’t thank them but the sadness turned to curiosity and confusion once you processed his words.

“Come on in,” In stepped in the straw hut guy —Luffy— you recalled, a wide grin on his face, as he tipped his hat in greeting.

“Hello! I see you’re awake.” Raising your hand to wave back, your eyebrows furrowed on what exactly he wanted. Nami next stepped in and your gaze turned towards her as she smiled at you.

A light grin on your face forming on your face as she waved a little. “I hope you’re feeling better?”

“I think yeah?” You felt out of it still, but now you were beginning to feel a little grounded to reality.

You noticed a figure stood in the doorway leaning against it, arms crossed as he looked at you.

Zoro. You recalled and rather than any words he just nodded to you to which you just gave a tight lipped awkward smile and turned back to Luffy.

Yeah he’s still attractive in the daylight.

Back there you figured maybe cause you were loopy and distorted you were finding him more attractive than he actually just because he was the only decent male you’d seen in a few months but now you realised you were wrong.

He was definitely more than decent. And yeah more attrac- no stop.

“I-” “So-”

Speaking up at the same time as Luffy, you shut up and gestured for him to continue.

“So you see when we were leaving, sailing away to continue on our mission, I realised something.” You tilted your head at him in confusion as raised an eyebrow. Sitting up on the small bed was the good thing you’d done because at least you got a clear view of everyone.

You turned to Nami, eyebrow still up as you gestured ‘What?’ to which she rolled her eyes and pointed towards Luffy. You knew Zoro wouldn’t help as to what Luffy was saying so you didn’t even look towards him.

“I felt we were missing some thing and really I thought hard as to what we were possibly leaving behind and then it struck me.” You were beginning to hate his dramatic pauses because you did not know what to expect.The unexpected was something you hated.

“It was not some thing we were missing, it was rather someone and that someone is…you.” As he finished his sentence, he looked at you with still the same grin, merely observing your reaction.

“What?” Being taken aback was probably the only way you’d describe what you felt. It confused you, to the point you wondered if he was just fooling with you.

“Haha- um you got me there, nice joke?” You awkwardly chuckled suddenly feeling the stares of everyone in the room piercing through your soul as though they could see right through you.

“What no- pfft! It’s not a joke! I’m serious, join us, join my crew,this time it always seemed there was someone missing and I think finding you in this island was not just a coincidence but it was meant to be.”

You gulped as he looked at you in anticipation, finally turning your attention towards Dada as you observed him, his reaction. It was calm, a calm as if he knew this. You clenched your hands nervously, the bandages bunching up in the palm as you looked back at Luffy and then Nami as she looked at you nonchalantly.

“Luffy.” A deep voice resonated through the brief silence and your eyes darted towards Zoro who looked at Luffy. “Come on, come out, I think you should let them think of their answer”

Before Luffy could protest, he shot him a look that showed he wasn’t going to argue and to follow what he said. His eyes met yours for a moment, nodding in gratefulness as he spoke no further as he shut the door behind.

As they left, you looked back at your hands that laid in your lap. Wrapped in bandages and hints of dried blood. Your mind in a flurry of questions.

“Kiddo?” You were startled out of your thoughts as a hand laid on your shoulder, “Tell me, tell me what’s going on in that little head of yours.”

“I don’t know. I don’t know what to do. I don’t think I can do something. I- they are pirates! I can’t join them and- and leave this town, who would- who would take care of the people, who would take care of you? I just- I don’t think I can-” You spoke up what was in your mind, your heart tugging as you thought of how you could become a protector if you left?

“You know what I think? I think this is your chance. Darling, people like you are destined to do great and so far you have been doing that but this, this is a chance to accomplish your dream…your father’s dream. Do you trust me?” You nodded at him as he finished.

Each of his words sunk deeper into your heart as he spoke and you knew what he spoke was in full honesty. Dada would never lie to you as he’d always look for the best for you, so each word in what he spoke held full weight to it.

“You’ll be doing even greater things, and who cares if they are pirates! They saved us didn’t they? Perhaps just like how there’s two sides of a coin, there’s always more than just horrible pirates. Go for it child, this is your bigger fate that you deserve. Besides, the kid seems too adorable to be menacing”

You couldn’t stop the laughter that arose from his last remark. Though as you realised the choice you were knowing your laughter got less and your smile slowly faded.

“And who will take care of you old man? Will you be able to stay without me?” Your eyes held a mischief yet knowing you since you were a pestering child, he could see the underlying sadness of being separated.

“Don’t worry about me yeah? And who are you calling old man?! I can take care of myself just fine alright, I’ll show you!” He moved to ruffle your hair to which you whined at him, knowing how you hated it when someone touched your hair but this time you let it slide, feeling perhaps it would be the last.

“What will I take though- will they give me time to pack-” Pausing briefly as you threw your legs off the bed ready to get up and scanned around. Dada pushed your legs away and dragged a bag from below.

“Already done.” “You-! you were just waiting for the moment to get rid of me-!” You accused him as you looked at him in mock betrayal, the small grin on your face not wavering the slightest.

“I’ll miss you. Don’t die old man, stay alive until I’m back as what I want to be.” He was grinning up until you mentioned his dying once again and the change to a glare made you giggle slightly.

“You should let them know now, green head doesn’t seem like a patient one. Just like you.” You nodded at him as you slowly got up, the feeling in your legs coming back as you stumbled a little, glaring at him at the remark he made about you being impatient.

“He’s a swordsman Dada, I doubt he lacks patience.”

“And aren’t you the same?”

“I use dagge-”

You shut up when you stepped out, choosing to not let the outside audience know you’d been arguing about them only. More specifically, Zoro.

When you stepped out, you didn’t expect Luffy to be right out the door, raising his hand to knock,so you were startled when he was almost right in your face as you looked up. He took a step back, startled himself as a blush rose to his cheeks from the sudden proximity.

Coughing awkwardly, he looked at you in anticipation yet a small part of him was preparing for the rejection because as Zoro had kindly ( as kind as he can) explained, he shouldn’t expect a stranger, nonetheless one who sort of saved them, to be ready to up and about from their life with them but him being the optimist he was, he hoped that his anticipation was right.

You wore a blank expression as you looked at the three.

Dada was right, they are for sure not the regular pirates.

“So-?”

You took a deep breath as you shut your eyes, preparing for an answer,

“Sure. I’ll join you on your…mission.” Out of pure excitement, Luffy seemed to be a touchy type as he leaped into you and wrapped his arms around you as he screamed out while you squealed in surprise.

“Yes! YES! Thank you!” You awkwardly chuckled as you didn’t know what to do with your arms seeing they are trapped. Your eyes darted to Nami as she shook her head and grinned, her blue eyes gleaming with excitement, “Glad you made a choice, probably the right one.”

Zoro’s reaction was pretty questionable because it was a mixture of disbelief— how could you agree— and another you couldn’t quite put a name to it. You weren’t sure if you were still in a daze but you swore you could see a light smirk.

And as you looked back at the straw hut boy, you couldn’t help but fill a newfound sense of hope— the thought of looking forward to something new— filling your heart and leaving you with a wide toothy grin and a glint in your eyes.

Off you began with a leap in your life, only time your teller of what would enfold but honestly, you were more than ready for what would come because afterall only the bravehearted would dare to be stupid by risking it all.

author's note : omg it's out, after five-ish whole months, i'm beginning this series. i was very excited for this when i first thought of it but due to reasons i wasn't able to get into it and stopped midway in the intro chapter/first chapter, nonetheless today i finished the first chapter and officially this series begins! i thought if i'm coming back after so long why not with something nice :) i may or may not have another thing coming in a few days (don't count me on that but i feel motivated to write so who knows!) let me know your thoughts on this !!

all written works as well as images and edits (unless credited) belong to pri.do not plagiarise, repost, re-edit or claim as yours. pics mostly found on pinterest. I don't own any of the characters from the movie, rightfully belonging to One Piece creators and the Netflix franchise and also this is a fictional work, not relating to any of the cast in real life.

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bloodykora · 7 months

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If you’re still doing Buggy headcanons: Sooo I always actually thought big noses on people are INCREDIBLY attractive. Give me men with noses that look just a bit too beaten up, women with noses that are big and wide, give me Roman noses and hawk noses and any unconventionally attractive nose and I am SWOONING.

… I feel the prompt almost writes itself at this point, what would Buggy think of someone who sees his funny looking nose not as a flaw but a mayor charm point and just constantly gives it kisses, traces it affectionately, boops it or comments (in all honesty and absolutely genuinely) how handsome and distinguished it makes him look, how it really suits him etc?

Wanna read about that man bluescreening because he hasn’t even treathened them yet to not make fun of his nose and they are already at the „flattering him to save themself“ stage? What do you MEAN you’re not saying that to safe yourself?!

This fucking anon/ask made me giggle so much, I literally showed it to my friends. I hope I did you and the prompt justice!

Enter the moment in Annie where Ms. Hannigan sees Warbucks’ diamond and goes “Oh my god, is that thing real?!” in shock but also delight. Me at that dude’s honker. (I want to be put on his nose like he has gangrene and I’m a leech who sucks on it to get the blood flow going) Also enter the Doja Cat quote of liking big noses.

- At first, dude is fucking weirded out. People have made comments and jokes about this stupid little red thing on his face and you… you think it’s attractive??? Huh.

- Definitely thinks you’re lying at first (and for the next few months), you’re literally the only person who is able to shut him up.

- Curtain drops, spot light is on, the blue haired clown walks in. Blabbering on about how his entrance should be more enthusiastic, but you got your eyes on your own prize, bright big red nostrils. If he wants an entrance, you’ll give him one by starting to clap loudly, getting so giddy that you start slightly hopping.

- “Oh my goodness, that is just.” Loss for words. “Are you making fun of me?” He approaches you, you hear him but his words don’t really seep into your brain at the moment. “It’s gorgeous, literally the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” Your eyes are locked with his eyes and before he can even reply you reach up to brush your fingertip against his nose.

- Wants you dead first, no one has gotten close to touching it in years. And you, a low life nobody insults him like that. You get strung up immediately, your arm stretched so your fingers are out.

- “For that little ploy, I’ll take your fingers first and then your life.” Yes you’re scared but really could you regret it? This was the pirate’s life. “Oh, darn. Well, I’ll at least die happily. My eyes set on the most lovely nose I’ve seen in my years of life.”

- Thinks you’re still making fun of him until a few compliments later it clicks in his head that you mean it, with no hint of sarcasm or mockery. He lets you down, immediately ordering his crew to take care of the others you came with while he returns (runs) to his quarters. He’s a little intrigued by you, willing to die for a graze of his face. He keeps you as well, not that you’re upset by it.

- Crew thinks you’re hilarious, stopping a task to gaze longingly at the captain until either he realizes in which he shoos you back to work or he walks away. You boost his ego a ton though.

- From a distance he can ignore the thoughts he knows you’re thinking but up close, when they’re said in front of the crew, other pirates, hostages. He’s been known to cover your mouth with something so he doesn’t freeze up. When yall get together though, its game over.

- The first time you licked it, he almost saw some form of god. The angel's chorus was in his ears and he couldn’t help but say a little prayer in his head about you.

- Kissing it at least 3 times a day for good luck, rubbing up and down the bridge to soothe him to sleep, nipping at it when you feel playful. Not to mention he now has your voice in his head if he ever insults it going: “That’s not true! It is like one of the top 3 of the things I love about you and if you are mean to it again then I’m gonna cut it off and keep it all day!”

- Laying in his bed just watching him go about the day when you drop a “If my memory was wiped tomorrow I hope I’d get to keep at least the picture of your nose in my head.” before just turning over and going to rest. You hear him physically stop in his tracks and then a thud, he had let go of a boot.

- He doesn’t ever want to ask for praise about his nose on the days where he feels more insecure but you can tell by the way he rubs it on your collarbone and shoulder. You immediately pull out the good old “Have I told you how dashing attractive your nose is today? I seriously would just hop on and ri-” he doesn’t let you finish the sentence, cutting you off with a kiss knowing where it’s going.

- If anyone comments on his nose, you are the first to bite back. Threatening to cut out their tongue and string it up for future people to understand their place. Then squish Buggy while speaking highly of his stunning feature and how lucky they are to see it in the first place.

- You’re kinda crazy but hey, so is Buggy and he loves that you’re insane about him and his nose.

#buggy the clown #buggy x reader #buggy live action #some of yall are freaky and i love it

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bougiebutchbitch · 5 months

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YES!!!!!! Cross guild as crocodiles cozy safe space for gender/sex expression. Buggy is accidentally AMAZING at stroking gender euphoria. He’s so small and weak and needy despite being SUCH a showboat domming him and having buggy pathetically blabber about how manly and strong you are is such a rush. Buggy can fearfully (while crying) describe a vagina like it’s the pinnacle of masculinity

Honestly kind of fallen in love with the idea of trans fem buggy (transitions while in cross guild)…..especially being a little nervous and unsure only for crocodile to be her biggest gender cheerleader. Trying to intentionally “return the favor” buggy never realized she performed. She’s still a pathetic sopping wet clown but she’s the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen she’s their silly girl

OHH GOSHH STOP this is perfect. I'm gonna cry. They are t4t and in love and messy and fucked up and beautiful.

....Although to keep the trend going, does this mean we get nonbinary Mihawk????

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yusukeiii · 2 years

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The Wrath's Embrace

ೃ₊ ❝You know, its sure sound easy. But its hard. Strawhat Kid.❞

─ ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- one piece ft. y/n

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•••

You work as caretaker of a certain Pet Food Shop. With the owner passing away, its just you and the dog whose named is Shushu.

"Ney, Shushu."

You spoke to the dog while you were sweeping, It didn't budge but keep standing into the entrance. You sighed, he's been like this for a long time.

As you countinue to sweep the dust infront of the door, you saw 2 people appraoching the store, the other one is..caged?

You looked at them with suspicious glare. Ready to pull your glock at any moment if they do something vile.

"This is it, I..I can't walk any longer-" The green haired guy that looked like a swordsman drops in front of the shop with a loud thud.

"Are you alright?"

The said man looked at you, you saw blood staining in his tank top. Sign that he was in a heavy fight and get injured in not so fashionable way.

"What yer staring at?" Rude, ignoring the attitude he given to you, you looked at the kid inside the cage.

You paused.

'Strawhat..' you thought. Its like deja vu all the sudden. Its like you already met him. You already bonded with him, but you can't pinpoint where.

"Oh! Is it a dog?"

The strawhat kid poked Shushu, but the dog didnt even reacted. "Hey Zoro, Is this a dog?" The kid asked with a grin in his face. Its oddly familiar.

"I don't know , what you've been doin is plannin' to get out of that cage." Zoro said, while leaning his back in the post of the store.

Strawhat poked the dog, and looked at you. "I wonder if he is dead, do you know?" You mentally facepalmed at the amount of idiotic fluid is in this kid's head.

"Its breathing, child." You spoke, as you sweeped again trying to remove the conversation between you two. You countinued to do what you were doing until you heard a blood curdling scream.

You looked where the voice came from as you saw the kid got his finger bitten off by Shushu. You stiffled your laugh as you saw the since unfold before you.

"STUPID DOG!!!" He yelled, as he lay down to the cage while his injured finger is swollen. "Damnit , I dont have enough blood." Zoro complained.

As they both complained, a girl with an orange hair appeared while staring at the two pair with a disapproving look. Maybe its their another friend.

"What on earth are you guys doing." She started. " If your plan is just lying around in these streets, Buggy will definetly gonna catch the both of you."

You looked at her as she mentioned the Clown Pirate's name. "Buggy? As in Buggy the Clown?" You asked. She nodded. "We managed to escape them. But definetly they are gonna go after them." She pointed on those two.

Zoro looked at her.

"Oh, our nagivator."

"SAYS WHO?!" She raged.

"I just came to repay my debt to you guys, you save my life back there." She finished.

Repay? You wonder, as she finishef her sentence, she tossed a key maybe so that the cage can be unlocked.

"The key!" The strawhat cheered. As he was about the reach the key to be free in his limited space, Shushu grab the key and ate it.

ATE IT?!

"Shushu!?!" You yelled, the broom in your hand dropped in the ground as your jaw hit the ground. You were about to get the key but he already swallowed it.

"Well shit." You banged your head into the soil. He will take a ling time getting out of that cage.

As you layed down, The Strawhat kid started choking Shushu. "HEY! GIVE THE KEY BACK YOU STUPID DOG!!" As he kept his blabber. You heared a familiar voice.

"You people!! Don't do anything to Shushu!!"

"Who're ya mister?" Zoro asked as he looked at the chief.

"I'm the village's leader, In short the Chief!!" He yelled.

The Chief noticed you on the soil, as your face and whole body planted at the fall.

"Y/N get up, you looked like a damsel in distress." He said.

"Yeah yeah.." You muttered and slowly get up.

•••

Everyone!! Welcome to my One Piece Reader Insert!! Here are some details about the upcoming chapters. Please traveling with me throught the GRANDLINE!

▪︎ Y/N is [REDACTED], making a confusion among the strawhats.

▪︎ I will never make Y/'N here as a vunerable character. Im sick of typical girlish persona for Y/N so lets expect that she will take no shit.

▪︎ Is somewhat related to other characters, especially when Alabasta, Enies Lobby, Dressaros arrives in this book.

▪︎ Has three weapons!! (Im letting you guys pick the second one so please comment it down!!

▪︎ This is Y/N's early design, but I think shes too feminine so I scraped out the idea.

I hope you guys stick with me until we reach Raftel!!

#one piece x reader #one piece angst #one piece imagines #one piece #one piece fanfic #one piece fluff #one piece headcanons #one piece imagine #one piece scenario #one piece x you #luffy x reader #sanji x y/n #sanji x reader #luffy x y/n #one piece boys

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lurasposts · 10 months

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will never shut up about how much I love the development where Mihawk and Crocodile joining hands together. it's like one of those things in fiction where you wished two unrelated characters who don't know each other personally to somehow be best friends but you know that wouldn't happen so you brushed that wish off, then it actually happened and you never expected that?? getting really excited to see more of their dynamics in the future episodes.

(I just blabber below this point btw.)

I like how both Mihawk and Crocodile don't seem to be the type to be greedy about authority or the type to be egoistical. they literally co-founded Cross Guild together and none of them is the supreme boss cause both of them are the masterminds. I also think one the reasons why Crocodile asked Mihawk especially for this project is because he knew Mihawk doesn't really aim for anything but just wanted to retain his peaceful life, and because he knew Mihawk is more powerful than him and he needs the forces.

I'm sure Mihawk himself aware of this but he's not acting like he's "higher" than Crocodile, and as much as we know, Crocodile isn't pulling any funny business with Mihawk either. they're respecting each other's opinions and that's quite a rare sight for two big timers who are used to work on their own rules.

in conclusion, I love them both as a team.

(also yes with Buggy too lmfao he's an additional spice)

#one piece #cross guild #takanome mihawk #one piece mihawk #one piece buggy #one piece crossover #thoughts

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ghostchasersmagazine · 2 years

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Laff-a-Lympics Participation Rankings

Rankings of how often each team member participated in events in Laff-a-Lympics, organized by team and from most to least often.

There were 103 events in total. Only players who were directly involved in the event were counted as participating, including players who were not necessarily direct participants but were still necessary for the event to happen. All players automatically received four points towards the count due to the four team events where everyone was a participant.

Full rankings under the cut, but the summary of the major results are as follows:

For the Yogi Yahooeys, the player who participated the most often was Grape Ape with 24 events, and the player who participated the least often was Blabber with 7 events.

For the Scooby Doobies, the player who participated the most often was Captain Caveman with 23 events, and the player who participated the least often was Hong Kong Phooey with 8 events.

For the Really Rottens, the player who participated the most often was Daisy Mayhem with 24 events, and the player who participated the least often was Junior Creeply with 9 events.

Yogi Yahooeys

1st - Grape Ape (24 events)

2nd - Yogi Bear (23 events)

3rd - Doggie Daddy (19 events)

4th - Quickdraw McGraw (17 events)

5th (Tied) - Huckleberry Hound and Wally Gator (16 events)

6th - Hokey Wolf (14 events)

7th (Tied) - Boo-Boo, Cindy Bear, Yakky Doodle, and Augie Doggie (11 events)

8th - Pixie (9 events)

9th (Tied) - Dixie, Mr. Jinx, and Snooper (8 events)

10th - Blabber (7 events)

Scooby Doobies

1st - Captain Caveman (23 events)

2nd - Dynomutt (20 events)

3rd (Tied) - Scooby Doo, Shaggy, and Blue Falcon (19 events)

4th (Tied) - Tinker and Babu (18 events)

5th (Tied) - Scooby Dum and Taffy (17 events)

6th - Speed Buggy (15 events)

7th - Dee Dee (13 events)

8th - Brenda (12 events)

9th - Hong Kong Phooey (8 events)

Really Rottens

1st - Daisy Mayhem (24 events)

2nd - Dinky Dalton (23 events)

3rd - The Great Fondoo (22 events)

4th - Mumbly (21 events)

5th (Tied) - Dred Baron and Orful Octopus (20 events)

6th - Dirty Dalton (18 events)

7th - Magic Rabbit (16 events)

8th - Mr. Creeply (13 events)

9th - Sooey (12 events)

10th - Dastardly Dalton (11 events)

11th - Mrs. Creeply (10 events)

12th - Junior Creeply (9 events)

#laff-a-lympics #textpost

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0licat · 3 years

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im an idiot-

why did I decide watching salad fingers was a good idea-

#um s c a r e d but very interested at the sams time and i hate it-#buggie blabbers #salad fingers

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that-one-edgy-nightlight · 3 years

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so MY HEADPHONE ORDER GOT DELAYED

#AND THE WIFIS BEING BUGGY SO IM USING MY PHONE AS A HOTSPOT TO EVEN MAKE THIS POST!!!#THE PAST COUPLE OF DAYS (not emotional wise) HAVE BEEN SHIT!#UUGGGH #AND I HAD AN IDEA FOR AN ANIMATIC!!!!#but i will work on the designs #since i don’t have a solid one for drem #but like i kinda wanna oc it and just show it to fam?#it’s been awhile since i’ve done that #ACTUALLY I CAN DO BOTH!#i have an animation meme that i wanna do that (like 2) fit with my ocs #and you guys can have som content as well!#but warning until #i get my headphones back it’s probably just gonna be art-#witch is fine lol #blabbers

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buggaberry · 1 year

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I cannot sleeP bAH (⁠╯⁠°⁠□⁠°⁠）⁠╯⁠︵⁠ ⁠┻⁠━⁠┻

#so mean #wtf is this #i get like anxious right before i fall asleep and i stop what the heck >:( im no stressed the audacity #any1 got sleepy tips hmu #this is the second day waht thefkuc man #ahem #vent #buggy blabbers #i hate it here #>:v #delete later #JSJAJSA

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britishassistant · 3 years

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What happens if Yuu goes on vacation or needs to leave the city for business?

Would they just leave and not tell the villains? Leaving them to wonder where they went and potentially tear the city apart?

Would they tell them and risk the full time villains showing up? Or Vil/Kalim/Jamil/Riddle to show up for business purposes?

Who hopes to catch them in a bathing suit?

@mister-jedblack said: I wonder what if Yuu and Yuuken took a vacation to Yuu’s parents house and they didn’t told the NRC villains that they’ll be gone for two weeks. What’s their reaction about it.

Thank you for the ask, dear anon and mister-jedblack!

Yuu and Yuuken decide to use their saved up holiday to go back to Yuu’s parents’ place for the week of Yuu’s birthday so they can actually celebrate with some peace and quiet and puppies rather than Yuu just being getting kidnapped and being unable to celebrate altogether.

Only Uncle Divvy knows what they’re doing, and was the one who came up with the whole idea in the first place.

Amazingly, nothing happens on the journey out of the city, and they enjoy a quiet drive to the country with very little traffic, debating playfully about what music they should be listening to.

Waterboy breaks into Yuu’s apartment on the evening before their birthday to see that it’s empty. Yuu isn’t at any of the other locations Snake Charmer told him to check if Yuu wasn’t at the apartment either. Even Grim can’t tell Kalim where Yuu is, depite promising the monster cat the best tuna money can buy.

Kalim panics.

He calls Tsunotaro and begs him to give Yuu back if he’s taken them, because he and Jamil have a really cool scheme that they wanna show Yuu, but he can’t find them anywhere! Please, please Tsunotaro, give Yuu back? They’ll only keep them for like, an hour tops, he promises!

Malleus, who does not have Yuu, is very confused. And once he figures out what Waterboy is yammering about, very, very panicked.

Malleus orders Sebek to call those two Card Soldier minions Yuu is hanging around all the time and see if Royal Flush doesn’t have Yuu in his grip.

Ace and Deuce are very confused when Sebek texts each of them and orders them to call and put Yuu on the phone. Ace and Deuce both that Yuu isn’t there, shouldn’t Sebek just call their apartment if he wants to talk to them?

Sebek is not good at hiding the fact that Yuu may be missing.

Ace goes to scope out Yuu’s apartment while Deuce messages Jack and Epel, asking if Yuu is in the King or Poison Queen’s lair. When Royal Flush, Trey and Cater assemble for dinner and ask Deuce where Ace has gone, he’s not able to lie very well to his boss and seniors.

Now Royal Flush is calling Ace every 3.25 minutes and demanding status updates on the search for Yuu. Meanwhile, Jack and Epel have questioned their respective seniors and employers to ascertain that Yuu definitely isn’t in their lairs. Leona and Vil aren’t stupid though, and this line of questioning inspires both of them to send their lieutenants out to investigate.

Vil calls Tsunotaro just to make sure Yuu isn’t just out on another odd gargoyle sightseeing walk somewhere abandoned. Meanwhile, Leona calls Leviathan to see if the creepy octo bastard has tied up the reporter in his basement to feed to his eels or something, fully willing to lay siege if this is the case.

While all this is spiraling out of control, since Malleus doesn’t have Yuu, Kalim has called Jamil in a tizzy, clutching Grim who’s similarly freaked out, blabbering about how Yuu’s gone, no one knows where they are, what if they’ve been kidnapped, what if they’re gone forever, what do they do?!?

Jamil spends thirty minutes trying to calm Kalim and Grim and himself down, before making the executive decision to get into contact with the one supervillain who could possibly find the missing reporter in the shortest amount of time.

Snake Charmer calls Charon and asks him for the current location of Yuu’s cell phone.

Idia is immediately sus of the request, not quite buying the fact that Yuu is with Snake Charmer and worried that they’ve lost it. His hackles are only raised when he does use the tracking app he covertly installed and sees Yuu’s cell phone is somehow miles out into the country. He answers Snake Charmer’s question more out of confusion than anything else, only to be met with a dial tone as Jamil suddenly hangs up on him.

The final nail in the coffin is when Leviathan then calls him, worry in his voice barely covered by the smarm turned all the way up to demand the same thing Snake Charmer just asked him. He tells Ortho to fly out to these coordinates with his tablet to see wtf is going on.

Meanwhile, Jamil, Kalim and Grim have stolen one of the Asim company cars and are speeding out of the city. They end up driving by where Ace, Ruggie and Rook are caught in a standoff, with Rook recognizing the occupants of the car thanks to his keen eyesight. Rook immediately calls Vil and tells him he’s in pursuit of a car with this licence plate.

Ace and Ruggie refuse to let him leave peacefully and not lose the car unless they get to go with him, so the three of them end up piled on the back of a moped to give chase.

Vil cuts off Malleus’ rambling to order Epel to get in the Queen Machine and get going. Malleus, suspicions roused, commands Lilia, Sebek and Silver to follow the Pomefiore villains in the Dragon Mark ‘59 Copter that Lilia bought on a whim because he said it “looked perfectly evil!”

This vehicle is much more like a dune buggy with a propeller on top than an actual helicopter, so Malleus and Sebek are forced to crouch on either side of the “cockpit” while Silver drives and Lilia gleefully hangs upside down from the undercarriage and freaks out passersby below.

Ortho is understandably shocked when he sees them flying alongside him, Sebek screaming above the wind to ask if they’re going the right way.

Riddle receives Ace’s text that he’s en route out of the city following a car that might have Yuu inside, and rallies Trey, Cater and Deuce onto the first train out the city in that direction available. It’s awkwardly packed with tired workers at this time of night who do not appreciate Cater’s attempts to document the journey through selfies.

Meanwhile Leona and Jack are having a standoff with Azul and the Leech twins over the bus that Jack and Leona are trying to steal to follow Ruggie’s directions. Jade suggested that if they couldn’t get an answer out of Idia, that they hitch a ride with one of the seven other supervillains who are all rapidly leaving the city, and Leona and Jack were the poor saps generous allies they found!

The poor bus driver who is caught in the middle of this conflict is almost glad when Azul tosses him a wad of cash and Floyd throws him out the doors, Jade taking his place behind the wheel. According to Jack, they’re very behind everyone else on the trail of the wayward reporter, so Jade obligingly steps on it.

The bus smashes through a closed mall and several speed limits on it’s journey out of the city. On the plus side, they catch up to the Queen Machine, Jamil’s stolen car, and the overloaded moped in practically no time at all!

All of these methods arrive at roughly the same moment, though the Heartslaybul villains are forced to frantically push their way off the train and run the mile from the station to get there on time. Poor Trey is very winded.

Whatever nefarious place they expected Yuu to be held, this certainly wasn’t it. A modest, two-story house in the middle of a street full of other houses just like it (and very confused neighbors taking pictures of the menagerie of vehicles from their windows). Still, whatever upstart thought that he could kidnap their reporter out from underneath the noses of the seven most feared supervillains in the city has got another thing coming to him.

The mass of villains and henchmen march up the drive and knock on the door—

Only to be met with Divus Crewel answering it in decidely more casual clothes than he would ever be caught dead in at work, glaring down at them all with a very full glass of red wine in his hand, as more Dalmatians than it seems reasonable to own try to jump up and get out the door to greet the new people behind him.

“Uncle Divvy, who is it?” Yuu calls from inside.

“No one, Yuu.” Divus calls back, one arm pointing imperiously and eyes screaming ‘Go right now and don’t come back, or I swear to the Seven you’ll all be waking up with baboon livers’. “Just someone trying to sell something.”

He waits until all the supervillains have sheepishly shuffled down out of the driveway to firmly shut and lock the door in their faces. They’re not dumb enough to try and infiltrate another way, not if Crewel’s in that house and probably has it filled to hidden traps and defenses up to the gills.

Well, everyone but Grim isn’t dumb enough. He’s currently making his way into the utility room, where he will soon be surrounded by a dozen dogs that want to play with and chase this new cat-like thing! It’s only Yuuken’s intervention later that evening that prevents anyone from getting hurt.

The others are all trying to work out how they’re going to get back to the city. Idia is rapidly firing off questions to Malleus through his tablet about the manufacture of the vintage copter they arrived in. The moped’s out of gas, and the train station is closed, so Azul volunteers the bus for the Heartslaybul villains too. Leona and Jack put their foot down on Jade being behind the driver’s wheel on the way back though. Rook is delighted to be able to go back in the comfort of the Queen Machine!

“Hey Ja—Snake Charmer?” Kalim asks suddenly. “Was it just me or did you see birthday decorations for Yuu in there?”

Yuu sneezes inside the house, wondering what the sudden cold feeling down their spine is.

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the-frizzle-fry · 2 years

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What fruit were the Gorosei blabbering on about?

1.) The story leads us to believe the DF conversation involves Zunisha. It probably doesn’t. The marine on the ship wasn’t talking to the 5 Elders. And if they knew Zuni had it they’d be on that giant elephant. Also, according to sbs’ she is definitely an elephant and not a human who ate a giant island elephant fruit.

2.) The Gomu-Gomu no Mi is another one that was recently discussed as being important. In the conversation with Boss and Whoswho. But the world government knows Luffy has it and they haven’t sent anyone to specifically kill him n take his fruit. So this fruit seems unlikely too.

3.) It’s stated the fruit they’re discussing hasn’t been “awakened” for a long ass time. Wether that means it hasn’t been eaten or AWAKENED is up in the air too.

4.) Toki-Toki no Mi. Now this one has the meat on it. It CONTROLS TIME granted in a specific way. I don’t think Toki awakened it, who’s to say it’s awakening can’t make you go backwards? It hasn’t been seen for like 800 years cuz she jumped all the way to Oden. I never heard Toki say her abilities as in like Toki-Toki time warp or something like that. It’s said that the real name and abilities have been covered up. So this is the one I’m leaning on.

5.) It could literally be a DF that we haven’t even seen yet. It could be one we’ve seen briefly. It could be the Chop-Chop fruit cuz Buggy is lazy🤣

#one piece #devil fruit #gorosei #5 elders #world government #monkey d. luffy #gomu gomu no mi #kozuki toki #toki toki no mi #nami #nico robin #hina #perona #vinsmoke reiju #vivi nefertari #zunesha

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hellebore-chigurh · 3 years

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About

Whaddup y'all, I'm Hellebore. I'm here to blabber about the fictional characters I'm in love with. I started over from Mrs-3 for several reasons. I kind of want to make this blog more intimate and personal. But anyway, the important shit is that I'm an Adult™️, I'm a she/her or they/them, I'm a self-shipper/fictosexual/fictoromantic and pretty much pan towards fictional characters and ace towards irl people. I'm autistic. This is gonna be multi-fandom because I fall in love with characters from almost everything I watch. I will do my best to tag most things I think could be potentially triggering but if I miss something, I apologize. I’m human and subject to errors.

DNI: ANTI'S! Death threats over fictional shit isn't okay. Get better.

Here’s my f/o list in case anyone wants to ask about any of them or wants to make sure we don’t share one or anything like that. If I have tags for them I’ll put them. This might be kind of ongoing under construction:

Beshimi - Rurouni Kenshin (I don’t consume this piece of media anymore because the author did some really horrible shit to irl people but I stole Besh and I’m keeping him bc he deserves better)

Usopp - One Piece (post time-skip)

Buggy the Clown - One Piece

Vladislav the Poker - What We Do In The Shadows (movie)

Frieza - Dragon Ball Z/Super/etc.

Hades - Disney’s Hercules

Galdino alias Mr. 3 - One Piece tag #make you melt

Zorak - Space Ghost Coast to Coast

Naboo - The Mighty Boosh

Scratchmen Apoo - One Piece #remix my heart

Bartolomeo the Cannibal - One Piece

Borsolino a.k.a. Kizaru - One Piece

Charlotte Perospero - One Piece (my version of Peros is a trans woman and a lesbian so I use she/her pronouns for her)

Hizashi Yamada a.k.a. Present Mic - My Hero Academia

Death - Horrible Histories (Stupid Deaths segment)

Musa - Winx Club (end of season four onward)

Yajirobe - Dragon Ball

Rick Sanchez - Rick and Morty

Anton Chigurh - No Country for Old Men tag #my wrecking angel

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nctzendreamz · 4 years

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Little Things — Mark Lee

Mark loves so many things about you, but he’ll never let the words slip out of his mouth.

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3

“Mark Lee!” The voice was clear, and echoed repeatedly throughout his newly purchased apartment. It was also expected, as he knew your creative nature couldn’t withstand the way he decorated his new home.

He probably should have been focused on how he could please your complaints, or more so take in your deep lecture about how his plain white walls had to be the justification on why he couldn’t sleep at night, or how his simple bed set up was definitely the reason that he couldn’t stop catching midnight leg cramps, but he was in a daze.

His eyes started on the small of your back. Even though you currently wore what you taught him to be “high waisted jeans”, the bright orange crop top you spotted still exposed your gentle skin, and Mark wanted touch it. He just knew it was softer than any pillow you would buy him today. It would relax him more than the most expensive bed sheets.

“Are you even listening to me?”

Your voice broke through like waves, but he felt the farthest from sea sick. He actually had never felt better, a feeling that he believed would always be foreign to him. Mark hadn’t had much experience with humans in general, other than his members, but he would always think about it. He would wonder just how nervous he would get when he finally fell in love for the first time. Would he be able to create puddles of sweat with his shaky nature? Would he feel his heart practically beating out of his chest when his love made eye contact with him? How deep would he love? Would it be the kind of passion where they did no wrong in his eyes, and he was constantly looking like a immature child whenever someone tried to call him out on his blindness?

The truth of his feelings for you, was that he didn’t get nervous. He was never scared to slip in light touches to your safe places, and when you looked into his eyes, he gained confidence. All of a sudden, the Mark Lee that everyone else thought they knew would dissolve, and he would feel like a man. A man who wanted to give you the whole world. He wanted to be the one putting a smile on your face.

His friends were constantly betting their bottom dollars on when he was going to finally break down, falling to his knees and confessing his undying love for you.

The answer to that question was never.

Maybe it was because he was enjoying himself too much right now. The privilege of being your friend came with so many benefits; solid, irreplaceable benefits, that he had no problems staying in the friend zone. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to slip in the fact that the reason his bed was so lonely and uncomfortable was because you weren’t ever going to be in it. That his walls were purposely plain and dry, as he needed an excuse for you to come and drag him out.

But couldn’t he just keep it too himself? They were just little things.

He observed you deeply as he watched you stroll around his room, blabbering about different color schemes the two of you could scrounge up. You emphasize the word “pop” with a smack of your soft lips, and your hand began to gently graze his colorless wall as you finally turned around to face him.

“I’m sorry—what did you say?” He immediately questioned, scratching the back of his head which was in dear need of a haircut, all so he wouldn’t have to look you in your eyes just yet.

“I said did you have any colors in mind? And why are you looking at the floor, hm? Do I make you nervous?” You taunted, and without even looking at you he knew you wore your familiar face. The one where you bit your lip playfully, and your cheeks widened just enough to get him weak.

“No.” He responded quickly, staring right into your orbs. “You’re just scary.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“Oh, but I do.” Now it was him stepping closer to you, and as he realized much earlier, he wasn’t nervous. His chest tingled, and his stomach was tossing and quenching, but that was simply because you were too beautiful. The fact that you were standing here so casually, as if you weren’t the most perfect human being inside and out was mind boggling to him, and it would make any human being nervous. “You make me feel so stupid.” He joked, but he saw the way your eyes quickly softened from their playfully flirtatious state, and now your hand was holding his own.

“No—I don’t want you to feel like that? What did I say? I’m so sor—

“Y/N, I’m kidding.” He chuckled lightly, almost in synch with the ticking of his newly installed air conditioner. “You know you’re too good for this world.”

Mark could sense you still didn’t believe his honest words, so he did the only thing he could do, which was to rub the back of your hand in a caring manner. Even still, it wasn’t enough.

“I don’t want you to think I’m trying to take over your life. White is just too plain, and I wanted to spend time with you today.”

Your words were short and sweet, but he couldn’t help himself. He brought your hand right to his lips, kissing it just as quick before placing it back where it was usually stationed and letting go.

“Mark—

“You ready?” He questioned, wanting you to ignore his mistake. He was so helpless when it came to you. Why the hell did he just do that? Maybe he had watched too many movies.

“Okay.” Was all you whispered in a quiet tone.

You always enjoyed large stores like this. “Superstores” to be exact. And Mark always loved adventuring in then with you, because of the image he always got to see. It was always the exact same.

You’d be pushing your buggy, or what you called a “basket”. This was a frequent argument between you two, but that doesn’t matter for now. Your eyes were always up high before the looked down to the lower aisles, as “the good things are always on top.”

Right now, you two were in the paint aisle, and he knew any minute now you would notice that he wasn’t paying attention to any of the so-called dazzling colors; holding the key to his house becoming a home.

“Mark, you keep doing that.”

“I keep doing what?”

“Ignoring me. If you want to take a drive or something take my keys.”

He could sense your frustration with him growing, and he felt so guilty. He didn’t know what was wrong with him today. Usually, the two of you would talk for hours without end, and truthfully he would be able to push his feelings aside, or at the least—focus on his favorite thing in the whole wide world. He was so focused on details today. He didn’t know what was happening.

“No no. Starting now, attention on.” He snapped three times against his forehead, before coming up behind you with a hand on your lower back. Your response was nothing as you continued to stroll against the newly polished floors, looking from row to row.

“Blue, Mark. Are you feeling blue?” You looked up at him now, and he looked right back at you.

“Are you painting my room, or your room?”

You crossed your arms infront of your chest, although you were laughing too. “First of all, my room is black.”

“Which I think you regret.”

“No. Your room color should match your soul. You know this.”

“Well in that case, I think you should take my room.”

And now your eyes were slowly disappearing, because that’s exactly what they did when you were just too amused. When you were around someone; or something that made you incredibly happy. While he didn’t take his eyes off you, he subtly snuck the blue paint into the cart.

“Are you saying I’m an angel, Mark Lee?”

“Sha-la-la-la.” He sung, referencing his own song. So corny, but you loved him anyway. That’s what you always said to him when he made horrible jokes like this.

“Cute.” You mumbled, and he couldn’t help but silently peep the smirk that rested on your features as you saw the paint for yourself. “My favorite shade.”

“Well, I figured you might as well like the color too considering you’re going to turn my room into yours.”

“I am not.” You scoffed, even though the evil simper on your features told a completely different story.

“Yeah?” As you continued to walk, Mark skipped some so was just ahead of the cart “Then explain why half of your wardrobe was in my dorm room. Hm?”

Your silence informed him that you knew this a battle you couldn’t win. He also couldn’t help but notice the way your eyes couldn’t match with his for long, quickly drooping back onto the bucket. Your left hand also moved to the back of your waist, resting on the curve. “I’m hungry.” You whispered.

Deflective. That’s what Johnny taught him. When he would spend his nights cooeing about you, and force his estranged members to analyze your every reaction and touch, this is what Johnny said was your coping mechanism for your feelings for him.

“How come you can never look at me for long?”

“What are you talking about, Mark.”

“I’m talking about the fact that I want to see your pretty face. It’s been a long week.” His hand reached for your chin, forcing you to stare him down.

“I’m not pretty.” You shooed his hand away.

This was the one thing he couldn’t stand to see, but quite often had to handle. Your hatred for yourself. He always wondered how it would feel to love someone so much, even though they hated themselves. Hate was also such a strong word, but it was the word you used.

“And I’m not fishing for compliments.” You interrupted before he could even speak. “I just don’t see it.”

“Well, you know how I feel.”

It was a simple combination of words, but it was also an obvious trigger to memories from two weekends ago. Your drunken confession that he had to pretend he didn’t hear over the loud music that raved throughout the abandoned building. Oddly enough, he could still smell the dusty couch you two sat on, trying to escape from the noise.

You had obviously drunk too much, as you begged for him to find a secluded area for the two of you. For what felt like hours did you two just sit in silence, you continuously nuzzling into his chest.

His focus was on the moonlight that he could see out the high-placed window.

“I love you, Mark.”

Nothing unusual. Although, the words did make him freeze for a mere second, only to unfreeze before you could notice.

“I love you too.”

“I don’t think you get me.”

“Sleep.” He chuckled lightly, truthfully thinking you were just babbling as you always did. You needed to relax, and not upset your stomach even more from constantly using your diaphragm to yell over the tunes.

“No.” You whined, a familiar noise that indicated something was truly bothering you. Something that hadn’t even been uttered to him. Your head made a sad attempt to lift from his now built chest, thanks to the age of twenty. “I love you.”

“And I love you too.”

“No, Mark. Damnit.” You sighed, slapping your cheek. It truly wasn’t a pleasant sight to see you so irate, and he hated to admit that he truly didn’t understand what you were trying to convey. Maybe because he didn’t believe it to be true. That was only a mere fantasy. Or maybe he just didn’t want it; his friend zone preaching getting the best of him.

“I want you, Mark.” You began to press drunk, sloppy kisses on his thick neck.

For the first time, he couldn’t breathe. His heart had stopped beating completely, and all he could do was relish in the feelings of your lips finally on his body. He always craved this. He always wanted this.

But no. Not like this. “Y/N, stop.” He grabbed both of your arms in a stern voice. You might have thought he had a disorder from the way he quickly switched zones, but it was simply because he had come back to reality. It was you, and you weren’t you right now. You were intoxicated, and he could never let anything happen between you two because it’s wrong.

“Take me home, please.” Your eyes were filled to the brim with liquid tears, and as much as Mark wanted to fight this, how could he? It’s what you needed anyway.

And then the next day came. And you were hungover, but in your right state of mind. So badly did he want to address the previous night, but he couldn’t find the words as you walked out of the bathroom from a clearly refreshing shower, avoiding his eyes now. Something that he, at the time, was unfamiliar with.

“You okay?” Was all he could fathom, falling in love with you all over again as you lotioned yourself down with the scent he gifted you just a few months back.

A slapping sound filled the room. “Mhm.”

You were far from okay, and your purposeful negligence of your previous action let Mark know that it wasn’t a joke, or just your drunk concience talking. It was real.

“I—

“No.” You whispered.

“I was just gonna—

Your phone blasting through your speakers, which you seemed to forget were connected based on the way you jumped in utter fear interrupted such a picture perfect scene.

And neither of you had mentioned it since.

Your face practically went pale, if your skin color could even allow it. It was more like a sick feeling he could obviously see hitting your features, and he felt horrible.

“Let’s check out.”

“Y/N.” He sighed, reaching out for you. His heart basically shattered when you moved to jump away, now upset. And it was all his fault.

The ride home was silent. And not in a good way like it usually was. It was mind-eating, and so badly did he want to say it. That he loves you too. And that he wants to give you the world, and then some. And most importantly, that you were the most important, and beautiful, and priceless being on the earth, and he was sure, although he had never traveled else where, the whole galaxy. You were his world, as awful as he showed it.

You pulled up to his house, but he noticed you didn’t move a muscle to get out of the car.

“Don’t make me paint by myself, Y/N. That’s too cruel.”

Even though he saw your hand moving to wipe what seemed to be a tear from your eyes, he was still able to make your smile break through. His superpower; you called it.

“The answer is nothing right?” You questioned barely audible.

“What do you mean?”

“When you told me that I know how you feel, it’s nothing, right?”

The way the golden hour was hitting all of your perfections right now caused him to freeze. Even your tears were glowing, and his lips couldn’t move. He thought he couldn’t get nervous around you. He thought he was done with that. Why couldn’t he open his damn mouth.

“I thought so.” You chuckled. “I thought so.”

And so you stopped the car, taking the paint out of your trunk, explaining this method as you didn’t want it to burst open and ruin your seat. “Let’s go paint.” You mumbled, sniffling once again before moving past him and walking up the stairs to his apartment.

#nct #nct 127 #nct mark #mark lee #mark #nct imagine #nct imagines #mark lee imagine #nct scenario #nct scenarios #nct angst #mark lee angst #omg #i suck #kpop #kpop mark

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nikkzwrites · 4 years

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Yesterday Once More | Dark Fix-It Fic Series | Chapter 14

A/N: This fic is one that I started with my OC because honestly, I personally didn’t like how season 3 ended. So I am rewriting all of Dark with my OC Annalise Dahlheim. I hope you all like it. Some things will be expanded more on just for more depth to Dark that season 3 kinda skipped over so…. yeah.

CW: Canon Typical Triggers: Smoking, Sex, Language, Drugs, Drinking, Death, Violence, Suicide Mentions, Cutting, Violence.

Word Count: 7.5k

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Jonas shot up in a field. He felt like a fish out of water. He took large breaths. He, then, buried his radiation suit. He couldn’t get too far though due to the bullet still wedged in his leg. He doubled over in pain and spit up. He watched as his coughing carried it to the ground. Two farmers approached him and started to question him, but his foggy mind couldn’t quite make out what they were saying. He blinked and looked at them, “I just want to go home.”

His mind started to clear as one said, “Maybe a returned POW?”

The other one spoke directly to Jonas and commented, “Looks like you’ve been roughed up. I guess you could use something to eat.”

Jonas shook his head, “I’m fine, thanks.”

“Nonsense,” One of the farmers tol him, “Erna has a soft spot for fellas like you. Come along.”

Jonas ended up following the men gathering stares along the way. He stared at his surroundings feeling ill. He started to slowly realize what time period he might be in when the horse-drawn buggy passed with a small coffin. When they reached the inn, a small girl sat on its steps carving the end of a stick.

The farmer looked down at her and said, “Agnes, go and let Erna know. Run.”

The girl ran to go get the woman that they had asked for as they led him inside. It wasn’t long before a bowl of stew was placed in front of the boy. The smell hypnotized him. He had no idea how hungry he actually was until it was in front of him. He thanked the woman and then hurriedly shoveled the food down his throat.

“So,” the farmer asked, “Where were you stationed?”

Jonas slowly looked up from his food. He shook as he lied, “Eastern front.”

The farmer nodded, “labor camp.”

The other commented, “Those people aren’t human. We should have won the war.”

His shaking didn’t stop. His fear grew stronger every second he was there. Erna walked and placed beer in front of the men. She asked Jonas, “Do you have a place to sleep?” He looked up unable to speak. At his silence, she turned to Agnes and told her, “Go and tell your brother to get the chamber ready. He should be back with Johannes by now.” She looked at him and told him, “But just for a few days. Until you are back on your feet.”

Jonas’s lips trembled. His brow furrowed at the similar name. He started to slowly wonder. But he nodded at the woman. He commented, “I know this sounds strange, but what year is it?”

Erna commented, “They did quite a job on you, didn’t they? 1921.”

Back in 2020, it was 3 days until the apocalypse. Martha dreamed of Jonas and her’s first time and how he told her, “I think we’re a perfect match. Never believe anything else.” He slowly lowered himself again to kiss her causing Martha to shoot up. There sitting on her bed was Annalise. The girl stared at her. Martha turned ignoring her as if she were simply a figment of her imagination. She started to cry. Annalise tilted her head and held her hand out to dry her tears only for Martha to hit her hand away. Martha screamed at her, “What are you doing here?! Haven’t you done enough?!”

Annalise’s lips trembled trying to fight back tears. She nodded and stood up, “I’m sorry I’ve caused you so much pain. I promise it will all be over soon.” She turned to walk out. The teenaged girl felt something hit her back hard, but she refused to turn around to hear what had made a loud thump onto the floor.

Angry, Martha grabbed a book from besides her bed and threw it at the other girl. She watched as Annalise froze when the book hit near her waist. The whole girl started to shake, but she still refused to look back at her. Martha instantly regretted the moment as soon as Annalise was down the stairs, but instead of trying to chase after her best friend, she screamed. She tore at her hair as giant tears rolled down her face. She not only had isolated herself from her family and her boyfriend...now her last friend. Annalise was probably the only person who could really understand how she was feeling. She was probably there to try and reconnect and to try to be there for each other, but instead she just pushed her away… Just like everyone else.

Clausen stared at the evidence board at the sketch of the Stranger. Woller walked in and informed the man, “Mrs. Doppler called in. She’s sick.”

Clausen asked, “What’s wrong with her?”

“She didn’t say,” Woller told him then went to close the door again.

“Hold on,” Clausen told the other man. Woller opened the door once more. Clausen asked, “You are Mr. Woller, right?”

“Yes,” the man responded.

Clausen turned and said, “Then the pleasure is ours today. You do have a car, right?” When Woller nodded, he responded, “Wonderful.” He walked out with the other man who was dazed in confusion.

Charlotte continued going through her grandfather’s things trying to put everything together. Then she found the blueprints. Right when she did, she got a call from Hannah.

The older Jonas walked down the stairs still shirtless from his shower as Annalise tried to rush past him. He grabbed onto her and asked, “Darling, what happened?” He knew that face well enough now to know she was holding an army of sadness behind her eyes. He noticed her wince when his hands traced her sides. His brow furrowed and lifted her shirt to try and find what was going on. He knelt down to inspect the area better.

Annalise yelped at his touch. She turned her head away from his concerned face. She couldn’t look at him. The girl knew if she were to, she'd blabber about what had happened and just spill everything on the floor ruining everything she was trying to do.

“What’s this,” He looked up at her motioning to her bruising near her waist. He blinked as his heart raced. Tears filled his eyes. It was right near… He shook his head and looked up at her. He demanded, “Hey, what is this?”

“Nothing,” Annalise replied curtly. She looked down at him with a glare to try to solidify her attitude with him, but seeing his face made her soften. She let her hand down to caress his face. She watched as he leaned into her hand and she asked, “What is it Jonas? Tell me what’s bothering you.” She lowered herself into his lap.

Jonas wrapped his arms around her. He buried his face into her neck, “I’m so sorry Lise. I’m so sorry I always choose her. Please forgive me.” His tears started to make her neck slick. “I just want you to know how much I love you,” he whimpered into her, pulling her close, “Please don’t leave me.”

Annalise forced a smile. She pulled him away so that he could look at her in the eye, “Oh my love. I’ll never leave you. Don’t forget that you were the one who told me that.” She wrapped her arms around him and held him for a second.

He nodded as he held her close. He eventually let go and he watched as she placed a gentle kiss against his lips before walking up the stairs to go take a nap. He shadowed her movements holding onto her hand until he couldn’t any longer due to the fact she was going up the stairs and he was staying down. He sighed as he watched her go. His stomach grumbled. He walked to the fridge, grabbed himself a mug of milk, and walked over to the table. He looked at the picture of him and his family there. The man opened the small box next to it and found the gun. His heart started to race. His panic rose. The movement down the stairs made him turn his head to look at Hannah coming down the stairs. He held it out towards her and kept his voice low as if he didn’t want anyone else to hear, “Where did you get this?”

Hannah stared at him as he started to panicky look more in the box. He found the passport. She approached her son and tried to comfort him.

“Who is this,” his voice demanded.

Hannah lowered it and told him, “It’s complicated.” She put it back into the box and closed it.

“Mom, why do you have that,” Jonas demanded to know.

Hannah avoided the question and asked him, “Should I make us breakfast?” She turned and started to make food for them.

Martha looked up at the ceiling with her brother as they sat on the couch, “What are we going to do about Mom?”

Magnus shrugged, “I don’t know.” The doorbell rang prompting Magnus to go to the door to answer it. “What do you want,” he asked Franziska.

Franziska stormed into the house followed by Elisabeth and acknowledged his sister, “Martha.”

Martha nodded, “Franziska.”

Magnus asked again, “What do you want?”

The girl turned to the boy, “We have to talk.” She led Magnus away so that they could talk in private.

Elisabeth turned and smiled at Martha. She gave the older girl a small wave.

When Magnus and Franziska were properly away, he whispered to her, “What?”

“If you expect an apology, forget it,” she scolded him, “you fucked up. But I shouldn’t have said what I said. We’re even.” She held out her hand to him as a sign of truce.

Martha interrupted and asked, “Am I supposed to babysit while you two make out?”

“Why did you bring her along,” Magnus asked Franziska.

Franziska sneered at him, “My parents haven’t been home in two days. I can’t leave her alone.” She turned toward Martha then asked the group, “Why is everyone acting so weird?”

Magnus turned to his bag and grabbed the map out of it. He grabbed his bag as well as he approached the group again, “I want to know what’s up.”

Martha shook her head, “What? You want to go into the caves?”

Magnus put on his bag and told her, “You can stay here.”

Martha looked around for a second debating what she was going to do.

Jonas sat up gasping for breath. He reached for his neck to feel it covered and looked down to see his leg was also bandaged up. He panted then heard another boy’s voice.

“You slept nearly 24 hours,” the young Noah commented.

Jonas panted and asked him, “Who are you?”

Hanno was cleaning under his dirt covered fingernails with a knife. Instead of addressing the question he said, “People say Erna can’t say no to any stray dogs.” He looked up at the boy.

Jonas shook his head and told himself, “I’m in the wrong place.” He looked up at Hanno and said, “This isn’t right.”

He tilted his head and scoffed. He furrowed his brow then relaxed again, “I pictured you differently.” He stood up and started to walk away.

“Why did you just say that,” Jonas asked, “What does it mean?”

Hanno turned unimpressed with Jonas. Then gave him a small smirk and left.

This caused Jonas to study the room. He ended up limping to the wall. There was a picture there with writing. He limped over to read it. Words stuck out at him forcing him to read them aloud, “‘Sic Mundus Creatus Est!’” Jonas looked around him and grabbed the spare clothes. He looked back at the picture knowing what he needed to do. He grabbed the flint, steel, and lantern then headed out.

Agnes looked up from her sweeping at him as he limped away.

Jonas limped through the town trying to make his way towards the caves, but there was another rumble growing from his stomach. There was a delicious smell of baking bread. His legs listened to his gut bringing him in front of the bakery. He looked inside seeing a familiar looking girl around his age rushing around helping her family. Sweat was beaded against her forehead as she opened more of the windows to let the heat out. When she opened the window, she was left face to face with the boy. Slowly it dawned on him when they made eye contact. Her eyes were the exact same. “Annalise,” He whispered questioningly at the girl.

The girl smiled. Her smile reminded him more of his which confused him. She spoke in a sing-song voice, “Hello there stranger. Looking for some food? I think my Johannes told me that you were staying with Erna.” She giggled and reached towards a shelf and handed the boy a loaf of bread, “Now you better shoo off before Hanno or Johannes catch you looking at me like that. Those two are closer than any two boys I’ve ever seen and they would both be angry if they caught you staring.”

Right then, another slightly familiar face walked over. He had a very stern looking face. He seemed cold and distant. More like the moon versus the girl being sunny and warm. Yet something nagged at him. Why was he so familiar? The boy his age smiled once he saw the girl. That’s when Jonas put together the dots. His smile reminded him of a gorgeous sunset. His throat became dry as he heard the boy speak, “Hey there Annalise? How are you doing, love?”

The girl giggled and said, “Very well Johannes. I was just talking to the fellow here. I cannot believe you’ve already started to spread rumors about me with him. That isn’t very nice you know.”

Johannes shook his head, “I have done no such thing. I haven’t even introduced myself to em yet.” He turned to Jonas and held out a hand. His face became stoic again. That’s where her grandfather got it from, Jonas reasoned with himself. “Johannes Dahlheim. It is very nice to meet you sir. Miss Boker is taking real good care of you I see.”

She leaned out the window and giggled, “Johannes lay off of him. He’s just getting back on his feet. You know maybe he can help you and Hanno out with what you two are doing since…”

Johannes sent the girl a glare then looked back at Jonas. Jonas looked between the two of them. He swallowed hard realizing more of who he just met. He bowed his head and said, “Thank you. It was nice meeting you. I should go.”

The girl smiled, “Please stay safe.” She started to untie the top of her dress and cowl to let out some of her heat. The Tree of Life necklace glistened in the light causing Jonas to stop and turn. He stared at it. It looked no older than when it was with Annalise. That was strange.

The girl blushed at the boy’s attention and said, “It was a gift from the church.” She gently placed a hand over it and commented tenderly, “A nice man gave it to me to celebrate Johannes and I’s soon-to-be marriage.”

Jonas nodded and turned, “Oh. Well. Thank you.” He limped his way back towards the caves again taking a bite off the loaf of bread.

In 2020, Claudia walked to the power plant. She tried to get in but was very confused on how to get in. When she spoke to the gentleman up front he explained to her that there was only one Tiedermann that worked there and his name was Aleksander Tiedemann.

Clausen sat with the man in his office. He asked, “So that’s why you didn’t want to let Ulrich Nielsen onto the grounds?”

Aleksander explained, “After Fukushima safety standards were raised. I can’t just let anyone stroll in here. His suspicion that his son might be on the grounds was totally unfounded.”

“You know about the door in the caves,” Clausen asked leaning forward.

Aleksander nodded, “It was installed in the 1980s. It was already welded shut back then, as a security measure. It’s still sealed shut.”

Clausen looked at the man, “You know what I find strange? Everyone who was born here stays. Seems odd, in a town of this size. What do you think? Why is that?”

Aleksander threw up his hands, “The nuclear power plant always took care of people. There’s work. Prosperity, security. That’ll probably change now.” He stood up seeing Clausen mess with his laptop. He walked towards the officer and continued, “When the plant closes.”

Clausen picked up the picture of the Tiedemann’s all together and said, “You’re not from here.”

“No,” Aleksander replied, “Why?”

“You came to Winden in 1986,” Clausen told the man, “At the same time the boy disappeared. Mads Nielsen. Ulrich Nielsen’s brother.”

Aleksander replied, “No. It was a bit later. A few weeks. Why does that matter?”

Clausen looked up and smiled, “It probably doesn’t.” He put the picture away. He was just about to leave before he turned and spoke to Aleksander again, “Just one more question, Why did you take your wife’s name?”

“I don’t understand,” He asked.

Clausen tilted his head to the side in a half shrug, “Pretty unusual for the time.”

“The Tiedemanns shaped this town,” Aleksander replied, “Especially Regina’s mother. Regina has no siblings. We wanted to keep the name alive.”

“What’s your real name,” Clausen asked the man.

“Kohler,” He replied, “Aleksander Kohler.”

Clausen’s mouth twitched and he asked, “Who’s next on the list?”

Woller looked at the notebook and said, “Hannah Kahnwald and Annalise Dahlheim.” Clausen looked at the man confused until Woller explained, “Annalise has stayed with her since Ulrich’s son went missing.”

Clausen nodded and walked out without another word.

Jonas asked his mother, “Why do you have a gun and someone else’s passport?”

“It’s insurance,” Hannah explained.

“What do you mean,” Jonas asked.

Hannah waited for a moment hearing Annalise scream in her sleep. She looked at her son and told him, “Someone needs to keep both things hidden.”

Jonas pushed himself away from the counter he was leaning on and asked her, “You’re blackmailing someone? Who are you?”

“Who am I,” Hannah sighed to herself listening to the younger girl thrash upstairs in her sleep. She looked up at him and asked, “Who are you?”

Charlotte called Hannah. She knocked on the door. Jonas put his finger towards his lips to make sure Hannah was quiet as he peeked out the window.

Hannah stood up and looked at her son, “I’m sorry. But we have to tell someone more than the girl up there.” Jonas started to look around. He wasn’t ready for this. Hannah answered the door and walked Charlotte inside, “Thanks for getting here so soon. I know none of this makes sense, but… This is Jonas. He… He’s much older and he knows where my Jonas is and where Ulrich is.”

Charlotte stared at him and approached him. She reached into her jacket and told him, “You’re the man from the hotel Regina talked about.” She held out the picture of Sic Mundus to him and asked, “Who are these people?” Jonas looked at the picture and Charlotte pointed out the specific person she wanted to know about, “That man. The priest. Do you know who he is?”

“That’s Noah,” Jonas replied.

Her face contorted for a second, “You know him? What do you know about him?”

He shook his head, “He’s one of them.”

Hannah asked, “What is all this?”

“One of whom,” Charlotte asked. She listened to the girl upstairs and looked towards Hannah, “Is she okay?”

Hannah nodded, “Nightmares.”

Jonas waited for Annalise to settle again before he told Charlotte, “Sic Mundus. The travelers.”

“The travelers,” She asked, “Sic mundus creatus est?”

Hannah asked, “What are you talking about? You knew all of this? The time travel?”

Charlotte turned to Hannah and said, “There’s something you should both see.”

The rest of the group of teens walked to the caves. Magnus started to hand out supplies prompting Elisabeth to ask Franziska, “You want to go in there? After four kids disappeared here?”

Franziska sighed. She looked around debating what to do before signing back to her sister, “You stay with me. Do what I tell you. Okay?”

Elisabeth nodded and followed the older teens as Magnus led them inside the cave.

Claudia walked to the library to search for the answers she needed. She looked around and asked for help. She was a bit confused by the tablet in front of her, but luckily she was able to ask for help from a girl not too far away. First she looked herself up to learn that she never really showed back up in her time.

Clausen opened up the glove compartment and commented, “You informed her about the meeting?”

“Yes,” Woller nodded.

Clausen asked, “Anything about Hannah Kahnwald?”

Woller shifted awkwardly as the girl who sat in the backseat stared at them, “Her husband killed himself last year. He hanged himself. Actually, no one here understood why she married him. She’s very pretty. She could’ve had any man she wanted.”

Annalise crossed her arms in the backseat and commented, “Maybe she had the man she wanted. Ever think of that?” She mumbled underneath her breath, “Asshole.” She tried to wedge herself closer to the door as if ready to leave the moment they said they were done.

Woller continued, “It was rumored she had an affair with Ulrich Nielsen.”

“Did Mrs. Nielsen know about it,” Clausen asked.

Woller shrugged then asked, “May I ask you something?”

Clausen looked towards Annalise in the back then looked back at the other man, “Go ahead.”

“How did you get this position,” Woller asked.

“He probably just asked for it,” Annalise commented, “Doesn’t seem you have much intelligence to work there.”

Woller glared at her. Clausen spoke, “Yes actually. I did.” He turned to the girl and asked, “Do you not know where she is?”

Annalise shook her head, “I get rather violent in my sleep so we keep different sleep schedules. She probably goes out while I’m sleeping so she doesn’t have to listen to me screaming.”

Clausen asked, “What caused that?”

“Probably the fact I have documented PTSD. It should be in your bullshit file on me already,” Annalise replied frustrated.

Clausen nodded, “So that is what prompted you to run away. With the Kahnwald boy, yes?”

Annalise nodded, “Yeah.”

Clausen pressed on her more, “So the argument was between you, Ulrich Nielsen’s daughter, the missing Kahnwald boy, and Aleksander Tiedemann’s son, correct?”

“That’s a rather weird way to describe the group of us, but I guess you aren’t wrong,” replied the girl.

Clausen nodded, “Were you close with the Tiedemann boy?”

Annalise’s brow furrowed, “Never particularly.”

The man turned to her, “So the reports of numerous students coming forward saying that the argument was actually more of a quarrel about the Nielsen girl and Kahnwald boy having an affair as well as you and the Tiedemann boy were false?”

“I wouldn’t call it an affair,” Annalise commented.

“But the reports are true,” Clausen asked with a raised brow, “But you said you were not close.”

Annalise glared, “He kissed me in a rush of emotions after finding out his girlfriend kissed his best friend and that she confessed her love for him. It’s as simple as that.”

Clausen nodded, “But did he ever confess any feelings towards you...even if you denied them?”

Her head shook in confusion, “What are these questions about? Are you a fucking pervert?”

Woller leaned over towards Clausen to try and intervene as well but Clausen raised up his hand and asked, “Is that a yes or a no, Miss Dahlheim?”

Annalise shook her head and lied, “Even if he did, which he didn’t. It would be because he was experiencing stress.”

“Don’t you find it strange that you were the only one to come back,” He commented, “His girlfriend’s father is gone, the boy she cheated on him with is missing, you went missing and now you are miraculously back?”

“You aren’t seriously implying Bartosz has anything to do with this, are you,” She questioned back. She was getting more and more angry and frustrated.

Hannah stared at the wall of evidence and connections in the bunker. She slowly started to see just how big this knotted situation was. Everyone was completely silent. Jonas, Charlotte, and Peter all looked at each other before Peter spoke up, “She told Tronte and me what to do. Claudia Tiedemann. She knew the exact time things would happen. It made no sense. And yet it was the only thing that made sense.”

Hannah turned and asked, “You knew all this? Michael? Mikkel? Ulrich? You knew it all?”

Peter turned to the notebook and said, “It’s all here.” He handed Jonas the notebook, “She gave it to us. It’s all in there. About the children… Who disappeared when. Things about time travel. Symbols and tables we really don’t understand.”

Jonas looked up and commented, “The last few pages were ripped out.”

“Does Katharina know about this,” Hannah asked. The couple took in a deep breath alerting Hannah to knowing they did not. She shook her head, “You have to tell her.”

Jonas looked at Peter who looked to his wife. Charlotte nodded in agreement, “Okay. But I’ll do it.”

Claudia looked up her daughter next to see all the updates on her life that she had missed. She looked at the wedding article about Regina and Aleksander. Then she looked at her daughter’s hotel opening then subsequent closing. After that, she looked up her own father. She eventually got to the article that told her of her father’s death. That he was found dead in his apartment in 1987. Claudia sat back and knew she didn’t have much time.

The sun lit the way for our Jonas as he made his way to the mine. He was breathing heavy after the excursion of trying to get there on his hurt leg. He, then, made his way in.

“Sometimes I dream of him,” Martha admitted, “Jonas. It feels so real.” Everyone looked at her wondering why she was sharing this now, but no one exactly stopped her so Martha continued, “As if he were still alive. How can it feel so real if he’s dead?”

Franziska asked, “Do you think he knew something? Before he disappeared?”

“What do you mean,” Martha asked.

Franziska’s voice shook as she explained, “Like maybe he found out something he wasn’t supposed to.”

Magnus didn’t like where this was going and he wanted to avoid the topic of Annalise coming up so he interrupted, “The door should be this way.” He started to lead the group away. He started to question again just how much his friends knew and what exactly Annalise knew that was making her act so strange.

Martha stood there starting to put together pieces of an incomplete puzzle. Her body trembled thinking about it slowly realising that they were either going to have to confront Annalise or Bartosz to actually try and get a clearer picture.

Jonas struck the flint and steel together creating a spark for the lantern to light. He raised the wick and started on his journey once more.

Annalise closed the door to the car fairly rough. She stormed her way back into the house and told the officers that she’d call them if Hannah came back. As soon as they were gone and out of sight, she locked up the Kahnwald house and jogged to the convenience store to grab a soft drink for herself. Memories flooded back to her as she jogged. One side of her, her father jogged with her, on the other Ulrich jogged. When she stopped at the store, she watched as the foggy form of Ulrich continued to jog to his home like he often did.

Katharina asked Charlotte, “Where are we going?” Growing annoyed at the woman’s silence, she demanded, “Tell me where we’re going. Damn it, Charlotte! Where are we going?”

Charlotte, annoyed as well, stated, “It’s easier to explain it if I show it to you.”

“Have you found them,” Katharina asked, holding back tears. Charlotte sighed, prompting the other woman to nod, “You did find them.”

Charlotte nodded, “We found them. Both of them. They’re not dead. They are alive.” Katharina started to cry. This broke Charlotte’s heart. She hit her steering wheel and stated in pain, “But they’re not here!”

Katharina’s brow furrowed, “What does that mean? They’re alive, they’re not here?”

Charlotte fought back empathic tears, “You better see it with your own eyes.”

When they got to the bunker, Peter and Hannah were first to greet Katharina. The blonde looked at Charlotte and asked, “What is she doing here? What is this Charlotte?”

“You said you thought Mikkel was in the cave,” Charlotte explained as the older Jonas sat by silently, “You were right. Mikkel was in the cave, and Ulrich was looking for him there.” Katharina pushed past Charlotte to start and look at the walls. The officer continued, “But there was something in the caves. A kind of… Crack in time.”

Katharina turned and looked at all of them, “Are you screwing with me?” But when she saw the serious looks on all their faces she asked, “What is all this bullshit? Where are Mikkel and Ulrich?”

“Katharina, it’s true,” Hannah tried to speak up.

Katharina turned, “Shut your fucking face. No one asked for your opinion.”

Jonas stood up to drag some of the attention away from his mother, “Charlotte is right.”

“Another one,” Katharina asked looking at the man, “Who are you? Her new lover?”

“I’m Jonas,” he replied, “Her son. Your grandson.”

Katharina started to laugh at him.

The young Jonas limped his way towards the door as the other group of teens made their way through the caves. Elisabeth felt started to notice everything shaking as they walked. She alerted her sister then knelt down to feel if that was indeed the case. Magnus soon followed suit to also confirm just in case.

Martha looked up and asked, “What was that?”

Magnus looked up and said, “There’s someone there.” He pushed them back towards the entrance, “Go. Go.”

Martha peeked around the wall of rock that they were hiding behind. She watched as the light started to emerge from the darkness. It took a second for her eyes to adjust to see Bartosz walking from deeper within the caves carrying a suitcase. She stepped out and pointed her light at him, “Bartosz?”

Bartosz groaned and covered his eyes to protect him from the light. As his eyes slowly adjusted, he lowered his arm to see the group.

Magnus rushed up to the other boy and grabbed him. “Why are you here,” he growled at the boy.

“What the hell,” Bartosz asked as he was tackled onto the ground and held down by the older boy. Bartosz struggled against his grip.

“What are you doing here,” asked Martha.

Annalise slowly approached the bunker as Katharina asked, “My husband is caught in the 1950s and my son in the 1980s? You left him there because Mikkel is your father, right?” Annalise opened the bunker door and slowly made her way down the stairs.

She ignored the confused stares and said, “Don’t worry. I closed the door.” She pointed then looked at the group again, “All of you can continue.” She handed Katharina a bottled beer and left the rest of the bag on the ground for everyone to pick things out of it.

Katharina raised her hands and told everyone, “I can’t believe it. That you’re buying all his bullshit. What do you want? Huh? Money?” She started to approach him angrily then noticed Annalise starting to get in between the two of them, “Her?” Katharina grabbed Annalise’s arm and pulled the girl behind her, “Can you talk to the dead too? Hm?” She started to walk away with Annalise, “I knew leaving you with her was a fucking mistake. Look what’s come of you. I bet they are using you. Is that why you actually ran away? Come on. Let’s go home.”

“Katharina,” Hannah called to the woman, “I was there. I saw him. Mikkel.”

Katharina’s face contorted in rage. She let go of Annalise and approached Hannah. She shook her head and told them, “You’ve all lost it.” She turned to see Annalise rooted herself into the ground. If anything, Annalise only moved back towards the rest of the group. The woman shook her head, “Whatever. You aren’t my kid anyway.” She turned and headed back out into the town once more.

The young Jonas panted heavily as he continued. He crawled his way through the small cavern until he reached the door. He opened it. There was no rush of air. He tried to crawl towards where the fork would be but there was nothing. There was only a wall. He shook his head, “No.” He started to hit at it hoping that maybe if he hit at it hard enough, he would be able to force his way home.

Elisabeth stared as the rest of the group interrogated Bartosz. She watched as they all grouped up to tie the boy down and Magnus punching him.

“If you have anything to do with this shit,” Magnus roared, “Fuck you!”

Bartosz groaned and Martha pulled her brother off. She knelt down and told the boy, “Stop it. Just tell us why you’re here.” Bartosz shook his head panting from the pain as Martha walked over to grab the bag they left abandoned. She opened the bag and told the rest of the group, “Come here.” They opened up the machine and stood up.

“What is that,” Franziska asked.

Magnus turned to Bartosz and asked, “What is that?”

Bartosz shook his head, “Hands off. It’s not your business.”

Magnus walked back over to him and knelt down, “If you have anything to do with Mikkel or my dad… or hell even Annalise… I’ll kill you.” He promised this with his entire soul. He started to slowly come to terms that Annalise was connected to them, but she was just probably an innocent victim like they were trying her best. He turned and asked, “What are we going to do now?”

“We’re taking it,” Martha said.

Magnus nodded towards Bartosz, “And him?”

“We’ll leave him here,” She said scornfully, “Maybe he’ll change his mind.”

Bartosz groaned, “Shit.” He tried to reason with them, “You can’t do that.” He listened as they packed up the bag. He tried desperately to call his ex girlfriend back to him, “Martha! You can’t do that! Hey...Fuck...Hey! Magnus! Hey! Magnus!”

Clausen looked at Woller and asked, “What’s your take on all of this? We have a man-eating cave. A Nuclear Power Plant with a boss who’s obviously hiding something. An inspector who has gone into hiding. A girl who is covering up something. And an entire town who lie, cheat, and betray one another. And who are all only concerned with concealing what’s really going on here. So, Mr. Woller? What do you make of it?”

Woller chuckled and shook his head, “I don’t know.”

Clausen looked at Woller and asked, “What happened to your eye?”

Woller nodded, “Okay, but you can’t tell anyone… Last summer…”

“Watch out,” Clausen yelled helping Woller swerve out of the way from hitting the woman with a suitcase in the middle of the road.

Claudia stared for a second before making her way into the woods once more.

“Interesting,” Clausen said while he watched her go.

Katharina stormed her way into the school to go check their claims. She went into the files and pulled the file for 1986. She found what class Michael was in and went to that book. She opened it up to find the picture of the class. There staring back at her was her son. There he was in 1986 just as they had said. She started to cry and caress her son’s image.

Jonas stumbled out of the cave to be greeted by Hanno, Johannes, and Annalise. He stared up at them taken aback.

“It’s not open yet,” Hanno explained. He tossed his apple to the side and explained, “Even with my friend here, it’s going to take 32 more years until it opens.”

Jonas spoke up, “So you all know about it?”

Hanno slid down the hill and approached the boy, “They're waiting for you.”

Jonas turned his head and asked, “Who? Them?” He motioned towards his Annalise’s great grandparents.

“Sic Mundus,” replied Hanno, “You want to go home, right? That’s what they say, anyway.”

Jonas asked again, “Who are they?”

Hanno rolled his eyes as Johannes slid down the hill as well. The boy whispered into Jonas’s ear, “The travelers.” Hanno walked away with Johannes first.

Annalise carefully walked down the hill. Jonas held his hand out helping her get down as well, “Thank you.” She smiled and walked with him. The boy was reminded how his Annalise always made sure he wasn’t alone either. He wondered just how much that was a family trait. She leaned towards him and whispered, “Please don’t mind Hanno. He’s been in quite a mood for a good while now since his father’s passing and the fortune teller girl left.”

“Huh,” He looked at her. She was a lot like her great granddaughter alright. Telling him things he didn’t necessarily ask for nor needed to know. But again, he was curious to see where this went.

She nodded, “Yeah. Really pretty girl. Had a smile just like my Johannes. Hanno and her were a bit inseparable for a good time while she was here. They were always whispering amongst each other and laughing about some inside joke.” She smiled and shook her head, “They always were firm that they were just friends. I believe them, but…” She looked at the boy and said, “You look at my Johannes just as the old man looked at her and Hanno and my Johannes look at each other. So I have to ask… Do you love him?”

Jonas blinked in surprise then looked at Johannes talking to Hanno then back at the 1921 Annalise. He shook his head vigorously, “No! No. I…” He whispered to her, “I don’t… He just reminds me of a girl I know.”

“Is that why you are trying to get back home,” She asked, “Do you love her?” Jonas shook his head, making her comment, “Well, your eyes say otherwise.” She smiled at him and said, “You know, I was the same way with Johannes. Then that girl told me that we were going to get married and have a beautiful baby boy. The way she spoke of it, it made me want to believe her… So… I did.”

Jonas nodded as he listened to the girl ramble. He wondered if that was a passed down trait as well. He chuckled to himself and asked, “So you think I love her?”

Annalise nodded, “Definitely. When you think about her, your eyes light up like the sky is full of stars. The corner of your lip twitches towards a smile. Any other time, you just seem sad… As if life won’t just let you die.”

Jonas nodded, “She does make me feel better, but there’s actually another girl I love…”

“But do you actually love her,” She asked him, “Or are you hoping for a life that your heart knows will never give you happiness… only a sense of safety and comfort?”

Jonas looked at her a bit shocked. He stopped and turned towards her completely to address her comment.

In 2020, the group in the bunker sat in a line. Older Jonas, then a bit of space between him and Annalise, then Hannah, Peter and Charlotte.

Peter spoke up first, “And what now?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Jonas said, “Everything is going to happen as it always has.”

“Then why are you here,” Peter asked.

Jonas looked towards him and said, “He said there’s a loophole.”

“Who,” Hannah asked.

Annalise spoke up and said, “Adam.”

Charlotte shook her head and asked, “Who’s Adam?”

Jonas looked forward and told them, “The leader of Sic Mundus.”

“The person in the photo,” Charlotte asked, “The travelers?”

Jonas and Annalise both replied, “Yes.”

Jonas continued, “He wants the last cycle to begin. In three days. I have to stop him.” He looked forward determinedly. He stood up and walked now realizing the course he needed to take, “That’s why I’m here.” He nodded towards Claudia’s picture and commented, “She tried.” He turned and looked at Annalise, “But in the end, she became what she wanted to fight.” He walked out of the bunker.

Claudia walked out of the cave back in her own time.

The group of teens in 1921 arrived at the in construction church. Hanno looked at Jonas and then slid inside leaving the rest of the group. Jonas looked at the other two. Johannes nodded towards the door, basically telling him that they stop there. Jonas stared at them a little while longer as if trying to get a good remembrance of them. He then slipped inside as well. He followed Hanno then asked, “What are we doing here?” Hanno looked down and accused, “You’re one of them. A traveler.”

“Not yet,” Hanno replied. His eyes lit up and he said, “I will be soon.”

Noah opened the door and approached Jonas. He stared at him and said, “It must be strange for you to see me here. Especially after our last encounter.” Noah looked towards his younger self then back at Jonas, “You’ve already made my acquaintance.” Jonas looked at Hanno as Noah walked closer. The older man asked, “You finally want answers, don’t you?”

Bartosz struggled trying to get himself free screaming out for anyone to hear him. Katharina stared at her son in 1987 then back at her two children there with her. Franziska and Elisabeth came back home again to an empty house. Noah opened the door for Jonas to go inside the elevator with him to go down. Clausen wrote Aleksander Kohler on the board with a question mark as Charlotte, Peter, Hannah, and Annalise rose from the bunker. Hannah looked down towards the bunker while her young son looked around the cave before Sic Mundus’s entrance following the two Noahs. Claudia returned home to find Regina asleep on the couch. Jonas walked to the entrance of Sic Mundus leaving the young Noah behind.

Silja stared at the growling orb of swirling darkness. She walked away only for Elisabeth to point a gun at her. Silja took off her helmet and explained herself to Elisabeth. She demanded to know what it was.

“They say it’s a piece of God,” Elisabeth signed, “But it’s really a piece of the devil.”

The two Noahs stood in the waiting room with the fire going. “The prophecy,” Hanno asked, “How did it arise?”

Noah placed the last pages into the book and looked at his younger self.

Hanno asked, “The book, who wrote it?”

“Whoever it was who wrote it,” Noah told the boy, “had already seen the future and the past.”

Hanno walked towards him and asked, “What will happen next?”

Noah explained, “Adam will send him on the path that has been predetermined for him. So the last cycle can begin.”

Jonas staggered into Adam’s main office. He looked around. There was the painting of ‘The Fall of the Damned’ above the mantle. Something comforting arose in Jonas. He could almost see his Annalise dancing around the books. Then sitting and reading with him. She would have loved this place. He stumbled to the desk with blueprints on it. He studied it for a moment before an elder man’s voice called to him, “You must have a lot of questions.” Jonas turned towards the scarred man approaching him. The man stopped and told the boy, “Traveling doesn’t leave one unscathed. The human body isn’t equipped for it on a continual basis.”

Jonas stared at him for a second then asked, “What is this place?”

Adam sighed and asked, “Shall we begin?”

“I don’t want to begin anything,” Jonas said, “I want this to finally end. All of it!”

Adam nodded, “Don’t worry. It will end. That is inevitable. Your end. My end. Upon closer examination, everyone’s end.”

Jonas thought for a moment. He looked at the man and asked, “Who are you?”

Adam slowly walked to him and asked, “Don’t you know?” Tears filled up in Jonas’s eyes as he watched Adam remove his collar and show the boy his hanging scars.

Jonas took a step back. Tears streamed down his face, “That can’t be.”

“I am you,” Adam told the boy, “Every stone is once again where it belongs. Everyone is in the place they were destined to be. All that’s needed is a little push.”

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