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For all Your Troubles

Commissioned by @raptures-finest

Warnings: Murder, off screen violence, blood, and implied yandere behavior.

Featuring Andy (OC)/Koala/Kaku very lightly.

Word count: 7,002

There was a chill that hung heavy over Andy’s blankets despite how close he tucked the thick fabric to his chin. The bunk house creaking ominously as leaves rattled over the roof tiles. Soft snores and sleepy shuffles absently registering to his muffled senses.

Something woke him up.

The shuffle of feet on carpet and wood. Blankets shifting as a hand pressed over his shoulder. Shaking him gently.

A breathy call of his name.

“Andy! Psst! Andy, wake up!” Blearily, he cracked open his eyes, squinting against the darkness surrounding his bed. Faint moonlight cutting past curtains on the far wall. Casting soft beams of light up the rows of bunk beds. Catching on soft, golden hair and piercing blue eyes. “Andy, the heat is out but it smells funny. Something is wrong!”

He--who was he? He knew this boy, but what was his name?—was right. There was a gross, rotten egg smell filling the room. But it was hard to think. Maybe a prank? Wouldn’t be the first. But—what was his name? He has a name and Andy knew it by heart—thought it was important so he reluctantly shuffled out of bed. Socked feet hitting the cold floor as he was led by a cold, soft hand through the dark to the radiator. Metal pipes silent save for a soft hissing sound.

Huffing, Andy shuffled over the area rug and went to poke at the dial that the camp counselors warned them not to mess with—

IT WAS SO SUDDEN.

IT WAS BURNING.

HE WAS BURNING AND SCREAMING AND WHERE WAS SA—

Andy gasped, his lungs curling into a sob. His hands fisted into the bedding, dragging it close as he sought comfort. His skin itching and burning at the nightmare.

At the memory.

Andy shivered despite the warm room, crying softly as he rode out the shock and phantom pains. Drenched in cold sweat.

It was… a very long time ago. He didn’t have many memories of that summer or anything before it. Flashes of playing in a creek. Laughter as they chased minnows through the mud, catching frogs and letting them leap from their hands. Campfire songs drifting on the wind. Burnt marshmallows on sticks oozing between a broken chocolate bar and graham crackers.

He spent a long time in the hospital after that. The old radiator had a leak and, to the best of the investigation’s findings, it was only a matter of time before it blew. Andy just had the misfortune of carrying a static charge when he tried to look at it. The other boys were also hurt, but luckily no one died. The entire campground had to be renovated after that, closed for two whole years as they worked.

When it reopened, Andy was the first to show up.

Despite not remembering well, he had the sense that they changed a lot. Gone were the old metal radiators for centralized heat and air conditioning. Though most of the nice amenities were in the main house, the segregated bunks for the kids weren’t left wanting for much. They still had a building with bathrooms and showers, separated by gender of course. Close by the bunk houses, in fact, so it was now less of a walk. Though it did go past the counselor’s cabins.

There were even a few small cabins for housing special guests or certain occasions. Someone got married out by the lake one year, catered by the camp and every camper helped out. Receiving a piece of cake for their efforts. But usually the cabins were for inspectors, repairmen, and officials who had business over multiple days. It was easier than driving the two hours from the nearest city or camping in the woods.

The main house was a massive building, built to accommodate the campers for meal times and special events with a stage out back for any performances. A large fire pit ready to warm them up during cold, windy nights. Head office and med bay for official business and emergencies. Room and board for staff also provided so they could have peace from noisy children at all hours.

Safety devices outfitted to every building. Lights, sign postage, emergency phones, intercoms connected to the head office, and detectors for smoke and gas. And all of it was carefully reviewed by state inspectors every year before camp opened for the summer.

So, with all that, Andy knew his ‘accident’ was unlikely to happen again. But that didn’t change the hard time he had sleeping the first few nights. His parents had assured him he didn’t need to go back—but he wanted to. First as a junior camper, then a counselor, and now a head camp leader.

He loved this place. All the memories. Even with the pain, he was always drawn back to this place. If he could, he’d live here year-round. But he can’t so almost year-round would have to do.

Andy was first to volunteer when the owners of Camp Crescent asked for help keeping the place in check until first snowfall. Teens and homeless folks alike tended to leave a hell of a mess during the off season. Break things, graffiti buildings, and just generally leave more cleanup for the spring team to handle. The owners didn’t want anyone here during winter—too much risk for insurance purposes—but for the month and a half between the last campers leaving and average first snow was prime time.

Andy squeezed his eyes shut and took in a deep breath.

They were all in the main house. The other cabins shut down to keep the cost of heating and electricity to a minimum. It was also just safer in case wildlife migrated through the camp at night to their usual homes in the national park a few miles away. That and, to be frank, no one wanted to walk in the frigid autumn air from the showers at any time of day.

After a long moment, Andy squinted at the bedside table where an alarm clock sat. The time stung his eyes.

4:38 AM.

Gross.

But he wasn’t going back to sleep now. So, with great reluctance, Andy got out of bed. Mindful of his roommate, Koby. Koby continued to sleep as Andy stripped his bedding and retreated to the adjoined bathroom. The water took a minute to heat up but in short order, Andy was clean of any residual sweat and his nightmare mostly behind him.

He threw on a loose sweatshirt and joggers, camp logo blazoned on the front and down the side of his pants in bright yellow and an earthy green. His bare feet chilled slightly as he crept out of his shared room. But he didn’t mind it, finding the contrast comforting while he made his way down the thick, wooden staircase to the kitchens.

Andy perused the pantry, taking his time to plan a meal. Most wouldn’t be up for another few hours, so he wasn’t in any rush. And any hunger he felt was assuaged by a comfort snack of peanut butter and sugar on saltine crackers.

The kitchens were renovated last year on the advice of an inspector. Stainless steel appliances now ready to serve upwards of three hundred people on short notice with a full staff. Fridges stocked with the leftovers of the last campers and some fresh groceries for the next few weeks. Anything left behind after that will be given to the park rangers ‘nearby’.

Parentheses on ‘nearby’ because even by road it would take almost an hour to get to the nearest station. Hiking would be over two if you knew your way and didn’t mind the rough terrain.

But there were only six people present, so Andy didn’t foresee any trouble keeping them all fed until it was time to leave.

Looking out at the dark, almost foreboding cafeteria beyond the pony wall, Andy considered turning on the radio. It would lessen the spookiness of his early morning breakfast chore, at least. Though the radio stations available were few and only because of a special receiver on the roof to ensure the staff could know the weather report and nay major incidents.

Supposedly, next year, they were adding a satellite connection or something like it to afford internet and phone access to privileged individuals.

But for now, their only communication was a few radio stations and the transceiver to the park rangers nearby. If anything happens, they’re to call them first and they will organize help from more official channels depending on the need. With no cell service this far out, it was the best they could do. Truthfully, Andy could only recall a few times over the years that It’s been needed.

A few near-drownings that needed to be checked by medical professionals. That one time a rowdy kid found an old barbwire fence and needed a tetanus shot. There was, of course, the kids that cried and had to be sent home but didn’t really count. In those cases, staff would pack them up and drive to a signal spot and call the parents. Sometimes a phone call was enough and they’d come back but other times parents would meet halfway with a partial refund for their troubles.

It happens and Andy was usually more than happy to talk to the poor kids. Homesickness was a bitch.

Decided, Andy turned towards the pony wall and the hidden cabinet underneath where the sound equipment was hidden. It could be used to announce things or just play soft mood music. After some messing around with the buttons and ensuring the volume was turned way down, he had early morning radio filling the kitchen space. Just soft enough that he could still hear it over his cooking but not disturb the rest of the house. Hidden speakers carrying top hit radio as he rolled out dough for cinnamon rolls.

“—and that’s it for our ad break. In today’s news, local Roronoa Zoro has been missing for three days. Last seen at the visitors center in Crescent Moon National Park with his friends. Five ten, tan, green hair, and a scar over one eye. If found call the hotline for missing adults or local authorities. This is the eighth disappearance in the area over the last three months, though based on personal accounts, it’s doubtful that this one is connected to the prior missing cases. Close friend, Monkey D. Luffy seemed unsurprised and cheerful about his friend disappearing. Other friends corroborate this with anecdotes of getting lost in other such places. Here’s to hoping the young man is found safe and sound with another humorous story for those that love and miss him.” The radio host regaled with a light, humored tone as Andy put the tray of cinnamon rolls in the oven to bake.

Smiling, Andy snorted. Having personally met Zoro and agreed that he was likely fine. The man could get lost in a hallway with one exit. How none of his friends hadn’t put a backpack leash on him to prevent this sort of thing was a mystery. Andy made a mental note to purchase one when Zoro was found and gift it to the man. He’d likely get punched for it, but it would be worth it to stop stressing out the energetic group.

Prepping a skillet for sausage and bacon, Andy bobbed his head as the regularly scheduled music started playing again.

The kitchen filled with the scent of cinnamon rolls, bacon, sausage, and eggs by the time the first person stumbled into the kitchen. Paulie yawned widely, waving blearily to Andy as he started a pot of coffee. Stained shirt hanging loosely over his broad shoulders.

“Mmm, smells good, Andy. Thought it was Koala’s turn to make breakfast?” Paulie asked as the pot filled slowly.

“I co—”

“It was!” Koala protested, coming around the corner with a sleepy scowl, fluffy pink robe tied around her waist. Andy grinned sheepishly, waving a spatula at the oven.

“They’re almost done if you want to ice them. I just… couldn’t sleep is all.” Andy explained softly. Koala’s scowl softened as she huffed.

“Fine. But next time you cut into my cooking, I’ll serve you for breakfast, ya hear!” Koala threatened, searching for oven mitts. “Showing me up—honestly!” Andy grinned to himself as he turned his attention to the bacon. Removing them to a plate with a paper towel on it when they were done.

Koala was a decent cook, really, but when you have hours of prep time and a home recipe for cinnamon rolls… well, the competition can have a hard time measuring up by such standards.

Koby finally stumbled into the kitchen, much more awake than the others, Valentine and Bonney behind him.

“Ooo~!” Valentine cooed with interest. “A man that cooks, what a sight!” she playfully winked, pouring herself some orange juice. The early morning light pouring into the cafeteria from behind the trees. Just beyond them was the lake, only visibly by the flashes atop gentle waves in the distance.

Koala slammed down the trays of cinnamon rolls with a huff.

“Jeez, did you really need to make this many? There’s only six of us here and these things are almost as big as my face!” Koala complained, though her tone was light. The rolls perfectly baked and pipping hot. Andy… may have gone overboard. But, in his defense, he could eat three of those face-sized rolls by himself. It was a bit of a weakness of his, really.

There was a light chime of the front door and Koby perked up.

“I’ll get it!” He volunteered and took off, Paulie frowning at his retreating back.

“Who the hell is all the way out here at this hour?” He asked softly. Andy shrugged but the question was answered soon enough. Boots clicking over hardwood and carpet.

“My! That smells delicious! Oh—should have known it was your cinnamon rolls, Andy! Mind if I join?” Kaku asked, his uniform lightly rumpled from the trek outdoors.

“Uh, sure thing, ranger Kaku. Plenty for everyone!” Andy stammered, a bit surprised to see the ranger at the camp. Usually, rangers didn’t come out here. Their main interest the park as opposed to the privately owned campgrounds. Kaku beamed, eagerly washing his hands and retrieving a plate, his eyes lingering on the cinnamon rolls despite grabbing plenty of bacon and eggs.

Seemed that Andy wasn’t the only one with a soft spot for cinnamon rolls!

They all set their plates down around the island table, barstools already set up for the small group. Milk and juice passed around for whoever preferred it. Andy served himself a hearty amount of bacon and eggs with a plate dedicated to a single cinnamon roll, though he fully intended to have at least one more. The soft dough falling apart on his fork as it unravelled, generous icing dripping over the crisp skin and thick cinnamon insides.

It was hot, naturally, but that didn’t deter anyone. Conversation broken into pleased compliments and inquiries about sleep.

The radio music paused for another break, but instead of an ad for car dealerships or lawyers, it was the host.

“Good morning, folks! Looks like we’ve got a line of storms rolling in just before sunset with wind gusts of up to fifty miles per hour. We’re going to have a downpour until tomorrow afternoon with plenty of lighting and a chance of hail after midnight! Well, that’s what the weather report tells me, at least. Looks like I’ll have to postpone mowing—again! Missus won’t be happy but them’s the breaks, honey!”

Kaku cleared his throat, licking a smear of cinnamon and icing from his lips.

“Mm! That’s actually what I came out here to tell you guys about!” Kaku cheerfully replied. “You probably won’t be able to call until the storm passes and I wanted to check in. Let you guys know to close the shutters and all that.” Kaku scooped up some eggs and ate it with a smile.

“Well, looks like you came all this way for nothing!” Kaola teased, Kaku glaring at her playfully. Andy knew they had met but never had the impression they got on quite this well before.

“I got delicious cinnamon rolls out of it, didn’t I?” Kaku challenged, reaching for another one. Koala smacked his hand with a glare and Andy snorted, quickly scooping up one to give to the man before dropping another on his own plate.

“Ack! Andy! Don’t encourage this mooch!” Kaola protested with an exaggerated pout.

“C’mon Koala, it’s not like we’ll be able to eat it all ourselves!” Valentine giggled, batting her eyes at Kaku who winked in response.

“Well, I just might!” Paulie declared, retrieving more sausages and eggs, leaving Koby to scramble to claim more of his own.

They all laughed as Andy unraveled another cinnamon roll for his own enjoyment, his chest tight with happiness.

It felt good to have everyone enjoying a meal together like this.

Kaku didn’t hang around long after that.

“Don’t forget to call and let us know you guys made it out of the storm alright! No power loss or anything! Oh, and if you happen to see Zoro stumble into camp, his folks are worried sick!” Kaku bid them goodbye, snagging one more cinnamon roll for the journey back to his station.

“Jeez, if Zoro wandered all this way, I’d be more impressed than anything. That’s like, what? Five hours hike through dense bush and assorted forest bullshit? Straight?” Valentine mused to herself.

“Something like that!” Koby affirmed. “The start of the park is quite a ways off with no trail straight to here.”

Paulie volunteered to do the washing up so everyone else could get a head start on preparing for the storm. No one wanted to be running around when the rain started, and it easily fit into their usual walk around anyway.

Koby paired up with Andy as they headed to the boat house to make sure everything was still stored properly and the boat was tied up. The canoes were still neatly stacked away, along with the life preservers, oars, med kit, and the speed boat tied to the dock inside the boat house. One last check to make sure the old wooden doors were locked shut and they made their way to the boys cabins.

The cabins were still as they left them, tidy but growing a light layer of dust. Windows closed and shutters locked. A stray sock was stuck under a bed but neither of them bothered to retrieve it, disinterested in the dirty fabric or touching it with their bare hands. They locked the doors behind them as they went, rattling the handle to ensure it stayed that way. They even checked the further cabins that are meant to house guests.

Still locked and uninhabited as intended. The mini houses quite cute—if he ever won the lottery, he’d want to buy one. Assuming the owners would let him.

“Well, that’s this side taken care of. Ready to head back?” Koby asked brightly, pushing up his glasses. Andy nodded.

“Yep. I doubt anyone will try and break in tonight but I guess we’ll still have to check in case of damage.” Andy shrugged as they made the leisurely trek back to the main house. It was nearly noon and clouds were already rolling in. Koala and Valentine still out checking the girls’ side.

“Hey, slowpokes!” Koala waved from the amphitheater, poking at a low fire in the fire pit. The heat was welcome as Koby and himself took a seat. There was a pack of hot togs and an open cooler set out. “Figured we’d have a simple lunch and make a big dinner later tonight.” Koala winked, handing him a thin rod. Andy looked over and saw more hot dog supplies, including snack packs of chips, and laughed.

“Sounds like a plan to me!” Andy speared the unfortunate wiener and held it over the fire. “Where’s Paulie and Bonney?” he asked. Koala shrugged.

“Dunno. They should be back by now.” Andy narrowed his eyes and waved his hot dog at her with a smile.

“You don’t think they’re up to something, do you? You know we’re not supposed to be doing that~!” Andy chided with a grin, aware of the lewd joke he was unintentionally making by pointing his food at her. Koala rolled her eyes.

“Those two? Doubt it! They’re probably eating snacks like the black holes they are!” Koala denied.

“Someone say snack!?” They yelped as Bonney jumped down to join them, snapping up Andy’s hot dog.

“Bonney!” Valentine snapped, glaring at the young woman. “You scared the shit out of us!”

“C’mon, Bonney, what are you doing snagging a man’s meat like that?” Paulie chuckled, handing Andy another rod as he slipped in beside Andy. “For shame~!”

Bonney rolled her eyes, grabbing another hot dog to warm over the fire as a cold breeze whipped by, leaved rattling over the wooden stands and concrete stage.

“Big deal! It’s not like he was eating it yet!” Bonney protested, lowering hers till the skin bubbled, almost charring it. Andy sighed but restarted his own hot dog.

“What took you guys so long?” He asked. Bonney’s nose wrinkled.

“Ugh! Something got into the bathrooms and dragged toilet paper everywhere. Might have been a racoon or something. Thought the door was locked but it looks like the lock’s broken. Won’t lock. I put a big rock in front of it but we’ll have to check after the storm.” Bonney supplied helpfully.

“I hope you washed your hands before coming back.” Koala asked, mildly disgusted.

“Hey, it wasn’t used! It was literally like someone grabbed the roll and pulled, stringing it up everywhere! You know they empty the trash cans before they leave.” Bonney huffed, tossing her long pink hair back. Every let out a relieved sigh.

“Thank fuck for that!” Paulie barked, smirking as he drowned his hot dog in mustard and ketchup.

Those preparations done, they all enjoyed what little sunshine was left. And, exactly as was foretold by the radio host, the rain came in just barely an hour before sunset. A light sprinkle of cold rain that quickly turned into a downpour as they shrieked and ran for the main house.

Bonney pressed her face to the glass as the rain fell in sheets, rapidly darkening the skies and obscuring anything mere feet from the building.

“Wow… really coming down, huh?” Bonney mused over the muffled roar of rain.

“Yeah. Really is.” Andy mused, frowning as he realized the rain sounded louder than it should have. There was the rapid beating of water all around them, but notably even louder somewhere behind. Andy investigated curiously, walking quickly through the cafeteria, pausing every so often to determine where the sound was coming from. Totally ignoring the voices calling after him.

“What are you looking for?”

“Pft, he looks like a dog. Yo, Andy! What is it? Timmy stuck in a well?” Paulie teased, following Andy to the front entrance.

Andy paused, his eyes fixed on the open doorway.

“Huh… did Kaku not close it?” Andy asked out loud, the others coming up behind him.

“Uh… I don’t think that’s it, Andy. Look.” Koby pointed out, gesturing to the floor. The welcome mat was damp—something Andy was ready to dismiss as rain blowing in. But that didn’t explain the damp, muddy footsteps leading into the house. Andy walked over and closed the door, their group following the footsteps to the stairs where they disappeared completely on the carpet runner.

“Who the hell could that be?” Valentine asked. Koala stooped down low.

“They look like men’s boots. Wide too.” She looked down at everyone else’s shoes. “Not any of ours, we just came in from the kitchen… HEY! WHO’S IN HERE?!” She yelled suddenly, startling everyone.

Obviously, no one spoke up from upstairs.

“We’re not mad! Is that you, Zoro?” Andy called out, but didn’t receive a response either. He looked to his friends in confusion. “Split up into groups and check it out?” Andy suggested cautiously, receiving worried nods as thunder cracked above.

No one found anything.

No doors were open. Nothing had been moved.

Nobody answered their calls.

They ended up reconvening in the kitchen.

“…so… what now?” Valentine asked nervously. “I mean, obviously, someone’s here. They couldn’t have gone back out!” She gestured to the far windows in the cafeteria, a hazy world of shadows and rain so thick it was like watching static. Lighting ripped through the skies and cast sharp cuts of light across the landscape every so often.

“Well, maybe they’re scared?” Koby asked, voice small and uncertain. When this was met with clear skepticism, he shrugged. “I guess there’s nothing left to do but wait until the storm clears and call Kaku. And don’t go anywhere alone until then. Either this is a big misunderstanding or… Just, don’t be alone, okay?” He asked, squaring his shoulders like anyone would challenge the suggestion.

“Alright. Sounds good to me. Let’s just… make dinner and go to bed. Lock your doors. We’ll figure this out in the morning.” Andy affirmed, giving Koby a small smile which was returned with relief.

Paulie huffed but nodded.

“… how does pizza sound? Maybe it’ll smell so good our new friend will stop hiding!” Bonney suggested brightly with a wide grin. Andy snorted and Koala rolled her eyes.

“Pizza sounds good. Let’s do it.” Koala agreed despite her exasperation with Bonney.

It was a messy but cheerful affair. Flour may or may not have been dumped onto Andy’s head at one point, though Paulie claimed it was an honest mistake. His own hair hardly changed by the liberal addition of flour due to it’s blond hue. Sauce was spilled onto the floor. Toppings scattered across their personal pizza’s like it was a crime scene.

Clean up was horrendous, but for a while, Andy forgot about the storm outside and the possible intruder inside.

But they all remembered as they turned off the lights behind them and made their way up the stairs to their rooms. Andy watched as Bonney peered from outside the door into their rooms anxiously. Paulie and Valentine acting nonchalant but there was no mistaking the tense way they looked back at Andy after glancing into their own rooms.

Koby and Andy were no exception. Leaving the door open as they looked everywhere for an intruder. Andy even kneeled down and looked under their beds, noting that it would not be a comfortable fit for any grown adult. Even the dust bunnies looked a little cramped. In the end, they closed their door and locked it. Preparing for bed in relative silence. Showering away the remnants of the pizza war as rain poured overhead.

Andy let Koby go first, watching out the window anxiously as the occasional roll of thunder followed a flicker of lighting. The shower barely audible as he fixated on the faint tree line bordering the main camp area. The trees swaying with the turbulent wind gusts that howled loudly.

“Your turn.” Koby’s voice cut like a knife and Andy almost yelped. Jerking his attention to his friend.

“Oh. Yeah. Sure.” Andy stammered nervously, grabbing his clothes and heading into the shower. The water didn’t need time to warm up but Andy found himself constantly distracted. Ears pricking at every foreign sound he could barely hear over the water pounding the shower curtain.

It was a very brisk, short shower.

Andy shared a tense look with Koby as he checked the bedroom door again to ensure it was locked.

It was. And all there was to do was wait until morning. Wait until the storm passed and they could call for help.

Hopefully it was nothing. And they could have a spooky story for the kids next summer. Or maybe it was Zoro and the man found an unlikely place to sleep off his exhaustion. But regardless, it was time to sleep.

“D-Do you think… we could share a bed? I-It’s just—I’m right next to the door a-and—“ Koby asked nervously and Andy smiled, secretly relieved Koby brought it up.

“Sure!” Andy agreed readily, throwing back his blanket and scooting to the side. The bed wasn’t exactly made for two, but with how tense they were, neither was going to turn down cuddles. Koby glanced at the door and quickly grabbed a chair, shoving the back rest under the doorknob. Nodding affirmatively to himself before flicking off the light and quickly sliding in next to Andy.

Andy noticed Koby was shaking but said nothing, throwing the blanket over Koby and pulling him closer.

Sleep came a lot easier with someone next to him. Even the howling winds and booming thunder seemed just a little further away than before. Just after ten, they had about twelve hours before the storm was gone.

The scream was piercing though, hounded by a roll of thunder so vicious the windows rattled. Incredibly loud and practically right in his ear.

Instantly, Koby and Andy were up. Scrambling to investigate, the alarm clock showing it was just past three AM.

The chair was tossed aside and the door thrown open. Paulie and Valentine already out of their rooms as Koala stumbled from hers, tugging on her shirt. Her eyes wide as she looked out at them.

“Where’s Bonney?!” She gasped, their eyes cast downstairs where a faint light slipped into the front from the kitchen.

They all ran, nearly tumbling down the stairs. As the only one barefoot, Andy managed to not slide on the hardwood floors when he rounded the corner. Stumbling back with a strangled scream.

Bonney lay prone on the floor in a pool of blood in her pajamas. Butcher knife in her stomach as she gasped for air, the makings of a sandwich spilled onto the floor. Her eyes locked with Andy’s, tears slipping free. Lips curling around faltering words as she jerked to life.

“K-K-kkk…” Bonney gasped wetly, choking on blood. Andy stumbled over, falling to his knees as he tried to do… something? Anything?! His hands shaking as he pressed around the knife, barely aware enough to know better than to remove it. “—oooooo…” Her lungs rattled wetly as she collapsed, chest falling still. Her hot blood still gushing around Andy’s fingers. Slipping under his toes and knees.

“B-Bonney! BONNEY!” Andy screamed, vision blurring in a smear of blood and pink. Hands pulled him away from her body as he found it hard to breathe. None of his sobbing gasps deep enough to satisfy his lungs, eyes fixed on her lifeless ones. Bloodstained hands reaching out to save what was already gone.

“—dy! Andy! Andy, listen, she’s gone!” Koala cried out into his ears, barely audible over the ringing. His gaze torn away by Koala turning his head into her shoulder. “Someone get something to clean his hands!”

“O-On it!” Koby stammered, crying as he stepped past Bonney to get a wet rag. Gentle as he crouched in front of Andy, blocking the bloody scene from view with a soft, wet smile. “H-Hey, Andy. C’mon, l-let’s get you cleaned up, huh?”

Andy felt numb, the wet rag feeling hot on his cold hands as Koby wiped the blood away.

“S-She… B-Bonney…” Andy cried softly. Koby’s eyes softened.

“I know. I know…” Koby responded, his voice a little dull. “…W-We should hunker down in the same room—the head office. Block the door and call first thing when the storm breaks.”

The head office had the transceiver. It was the best course of action now that they knew their uninvited guest had bad plans.

“Right. No more going off on your own. No one.” Paulie demanded. “Gather some bedding and we’ll make a pallet in the floor if we have to.” Paulie grabbed two knives from the kitchen block. Koby and Koala helped Andy stand up, careful to not let him see Bonney again as they led him out of the kitchen.

They moved as a tight group, Andy taking until halfway up the stairs to find his own footing. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Bonney.

All that blood…

Hot between his fingers. Shuddering breaths under his hands…

His mouth watered and Andy wrenched away, running into an open room to the toilet. Bile ejecting into the bowl as footsteps followed. Gentle hands stroked his back.

“I-It’s okay, let it out, Andy.” Koby reassured him. “Y-You guys get the stuff ready.”

Andy gasped, gripping the cold porcelain in his hands.

“K-Key! I-In my room—b-bedside---ugghhh!” that was all Andy managed before a fresh wave of nausea overcame him. All his attention on what was left of a good meal. Utterly wasted.

Ruined like Bonney in the kitchen…

“I’ll get the key. You two grab bedding. Make sure to piss if you need to before we go in—I have no plans on leaving that office until the cops come.” Koala hissed, storming off as Paulie protested.

“—What did I just say, woman?!” he followed her out.

“…I’ll grab blankets.” Valentine sounded meek as she walked away, Koby barely acknowledging her.

“Just throw them in a pile and we can drag them down the hall.” Koby advised, rubbing Andy’s back anxiously. “You’ve stopped for a while… how are you feeling, Andy?” Koby asked softly.

“H-Horrible! B-Bonney… she’s dead!” Andy cried, blindly fumbling for the handle. The water swirling away with a loud rush under his face.

“… I know. C’mon. Let’s wash up and join the others.” Koby murmured, helping Andy stand up.

Reluctant to venture back to their room to brush his teeth, Andy settled for aggressively gargling mouthwash. The minty flavor burning away the taste of bile. He noticed the blood on his pants and shucked them off, leaving only his boxers. Koby had to stop him from scrubbing the bottom of his feet raw from the blood. This time, he was able to walk on his own. Koby hovering at his side anxiously as they made their way to the head office where Koala was arguing with Paulie.

“—get it, really, but we can’t fucking run off right now!” Paulie hissed, gripping the knives anxiously.

“The faster we get our shit, the faster—Andy!” Koala gasped, her attention instantly on him. “Are you alright?” she asked softly, Paulie huffing before looking at them with worry.

Paulie frowned.

“…Where’s Valentine?”

Andy felt his blood run cold and he whirled around. Valentine wasn’t anywhere to be seen. They all ran down the hall, turning to the corner to find a pile of blankets just outside of Koala and Bonney’s shared room.

“Oh!” Andy sighed in relief, Koby walking just ahead of him. But when Koby got to the doorway he froze, paling sharply.

Andy tried to look past him but was shoved away.

“DON’T!” Koby screamed, startling them. With trembling hands, Koby stepped back and closed the door, barely touching the knob. He then gripped the edge of the blanket pile and quickly started to drag it, hysterical sobs bubbling up.

Horrified but unwilling to see two of his dear friend’s corpses, Andy picked up the other side and helped Koby quickly carry it away. Paulie glanced at them as they passed and seemed to think better of something.

The head office was a generously sized room. A large oak desk with a map of the surrounding area just behind it. The transceiver and an intercom transmitter on the shelf under the map. The large bay windows flashing as the storm raged on. The door was locked firmly, the guest couch shoved firmly against it.

Andy and Koby fussed with the blankets, trying to decide where to best put them all. Near the couch, where they could brace closed the door in an emergency? Or behind the desk, where it felt safer? Koby was still crying and Andy hadn’t really stopped since finding Bonney.

“C’mere. We’ll move the desk in front of the couch and sleep where it used to be.” Koala suggested.

They liked that idea. All four of them moving the desk into position. It was a better plan anyway. The area rug the desk used to stand on thick and helped make up for the lack of bedding.

“… what happened?” Andy asked softly as they took pillows and leather couch cushions to make a head rest. Koby gave him a long, mournful look.

“… choked with a shirt.” He finally said after a long moment.

Andy didn’t know what he was expecting. The answer hardly made him feel better, after all.

Nothing Koby said would have.

They all curled up close under thick blankets, anxiety in every movement. Every shift for comfort on the barely cushioned floor making someone startle. Andy found himself furthest from the door, his back to the shelf with the equipment. Koala in his arms and Koby just behind her.

Paulie settled with his back to Koby, eyes fixed in the door, knife under his pillow and one in his fist.

Andy was certain he’d never fall asleep. But somehow he drifted off, a warm hand rubbing over his back, his nose buried in Koala’s hair.

It seemed damp in places.

Andy woke with a jerk and a crackle of the radio. His arms still holding Koala as daylight poured in. The sudden absence of rain jarring to his senses.

“—this is Camp Crescent, can you read me?” Paulie asked urgently, his voice husky and rough with lack of sleep.

“This is Ranger Kaku—I see you guys made it alright! Heck of a storm, you know—”

“They’re dead. B-Bonney and Valentine were murdered last night. S-Someone came in a-and we d-don’t… fuck!” Paulie shook, Andy looking up at his friend with tears in his eyes. Paulie glanced down and they shared a wobbly smile. “J-Just get the cops here, Kaku. W-We don’t know if they’re still here.”

“Shit.” Kaku cursed softly. “I’ll call it in and head on over. Is… is everyone else safe?” he asked gently.

“Safe as we can be. Holed up in the head office. Barricaded the door.”

“Good. You guys just hang tight, alright? Don’t go nowhere. Boys in blue will want to investigate everything exactly as it is. That means no snack runs, ya hear?” Kaku joked but it did little to break the tension.

Kaku pulled up less than thirty minutes later, he looked high and low before turning up outside the office. It took a bit but they pushed the desk and couch out of the way, cracking open the door.

Kaku looked relieved to see them more or less alright, opening his arms for an embrace that they all accepted. He also looked like he barely slept.

“I’m sorry you had to see that—shit what a mess.” Kaku sighed, rubbing Andy’s back as they all waited for the cops. Andy buried his nose in Kaku’s jacket, noting that it was a bit damp and smelled like cleaner.

One of the officers shook his head, muttering as they were lead out to the ambulance for shock blankets. All of them drifting off under the reassuring weight, particularly Paulie, who definitely didn’t sleep at all.

“Place looks damn spotless. You’d think there’d be a blood trail from the kitchen at least.” Andy looked up in confusion.

There’d been footprints into the house. Hell, he’d definitely left bare footprints from the kitchen. No one had time to clean that before they bunkered down.

And… thinking about it now, Andy didn’t remember seeing any footprints when they found Bonney either.

Like it had been cleaned up before they got there.

Andy’s gaze fell to Koala’s pajama pants. It was definitely different from the ones she wore the day before, a pair she had professed dislike to since they were apparently itchy.

The gurneys rattled as they were pulled out of the house with black body bags and Andy squeezed his eyes shut. Taking in a deep breath before letting it out.

He didn’t want to think about it anymore.

Andy didn’t want to think about any of it anymore.

Kaku jogged up to them with a soft smile.

“Well… good news. Zoro was found just before the storm broke. Scared the shit out of a hunter and nearly got shot for his troubles. Maybe this will keep him from wandering off, huh?” Kaku chuckled weakly. Andy smiled, sharing a commiserating look with Koby.

It was doubtful but…

“I guess we can only hope… did they… find anything?” Koby asked faintly. Kaku frowned, shaking his head.

“No. ‘fraid not. No signs of forced entry or exit. It’s like they just… disappeared.” Kaku sighed.

Paulie swallowed hard.

“You showed up quick—thanks.” Paulie whispered tiredly. Kaku shook his head and smiled. “Called as soon as the storm broke.”

“Hey, what are friends for? I was on my way to check anyhow.”

Andy frowned, faintly sure he’d briefly woken up several times as Paulie tested the system, trying to get a call through. The storm stopping all at once suddenly being partly responsible for waking him up.

“Must have been hard to drive through.” Andy muttered with a weak smile.

“Worth it!” Kaku declared with pride.

The rain hadn’t let up once until Paulie managed to call.

Andy sighed, feeling a bit relieved he had such good friends willing to brave such weather.

Still… Andy would have thought at least Kaku would have left a trail into the house with how much mud was out here… His boots looked pretty dirty.

Koby yawned widely and leaned against him, Koala half asleep against his other side.

“M glad… been a long night.” Andy sighed, feeling the night’s events weigh heavily on him.

It’ll all make sense tomorrow, surely.

#one piece #one piece oc #sabo cameo #op kaku #op koala #jewelry bonney #paulie one piece #miss valentine #koby one piece #murder mystery #suspense #one piece yandere #tw: vomit #tw: blood

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stupid-sloot-headcanons · 7 months

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So if Arkham Knight Jason kidnapped Darling not just out of a desire to be with them again but to also protect them from the war zone Gotham will be, how do you think he’d respond if darling was like, “Alright you kidnapped me to save me from the impending danger but what about my friends? My family? 🤨 You gonna save them too or is it just me?”

I like to imagine that a pre-Arkham Knight Jason wouldn’t have been really cordial with darling’s friends. He wouldn’t be outright rude or hostile to them, but if it’s a yandere Jason we’re talking about he might resent them for monopolizing darling’s time/would be suspicious that some of them like darling more than a friend. As for darling’s family, if they are on good terms with their family then Jason will be as well. After all, those are his future-in-laws…

But Arkham Knight Jason might be hesitant on giving his darling’s friends and family the same protection and care he gave darling. Maybe he’ll give them a tip to leave Gotham before all hell breaks loose, but having a bunch of civilians running around his base (darling is always an exception) isn’t very safe.

Tbf in Arkham Knight, the city is entirely evacuated except for the rogues, the GCPD, and the Batfam. Scarecrow orchestrates the fear gas attack at Pauli's Diner and warns that on Halloween he's turning loose the same thing on all of Gotham. So I think Jason's schedule is: kidnap Darling, release the gas at Pauli's Diner at least a week later, make final prep while everyone evacuates, start the plan, kidnap Barbara when shit goes south, and the rest of the night is him basically doing it live lmao.

He only keeps Darling with him because he's selfish and has been so deprived from them that on the night he finally reveals himself to Bruce, he wants them to be the first one he shows his face to. Having them with him technically puts them in MORE danger than evacuating, but he's so desperate to be with them again that he takes them and tries to minimize the risk to them as much as possible. Hence, the bunker and them being locked in there.

Now he'd be kidnapping them at least a week before the Pauli's Diner incident because he needs a minimum amount of time to spend with them before Halloween night. He knows he's going to be busy dealing with Batman and the other rogues, but he wants time to just be with Darling before all that. And during Halloween night, he's constantly checking in and making sure his trusted team are keeping them locked down and safe. The instant someone even THINKS they're compromised or that Batman (or another rogue trying to use Darling as a bargaining chip) shows up, he needs to know.

Like gameplay wise, I would have Darling's disappearance being investigated as a side mission during the game. Batman doesn't necessarily have to take Darling from Jason, and by the end of the game Jason and Darling have both disappeared together. But one of the hints the Knight is Jason can be that Darling's disappearance is linked to the Arkham Knight, and Batman wonders why since they're only tangentially related to him. Kidnapping Barbara/Oracle makes sense tactically. But why Darling?

Bonus points: when Bruce does find them and try to get them to safety, they don't want to leave Jason. They already lost him once, and even if his plan for revenge is too much and is getting people killed...They can't abandon him, can they? He hasn't hurt them--well, not on purpose, he just had the armor on and he grabbed them. And they did tell him to stop when he first took them and started taking off their clothes, but that was because he hadn't explained ANYTHING about how he was alive yet! And they tried to escape, but when Jason had dragged them back...he looked so scared that he'd almost lost them again. It's not the right way to keep them with him, but if they DO leave it'll break him more than he's already broken. He needs them there!

And Bruce just gets angrier and angrier the more he hears. His protege, his de facto son, has fallen so far and he feels responsible for everything Jason has done since Joker kidnapped him. Jason's Darling has a few bruises matching what they'd described, plus a tracking ring AND collar (if it detects Darling leaving the compound, Jason has to either input a shutdown code or it immediately injects them with a relaxant to render them unconscious and alerts the nearest militia members to their location).

And once Jason discovers Bruce is with Darling and also trying to get them out, he flips his shit. Like yelling for Scarecrow to get away from Barbara and insisting that anyone who touches her is a dead man was NOTHING. Even if it isn't Bruce/Bruce has Dick or Tim with him, Jason isn't holding back and will throw everything he has to get them to back off and leave Darling with him. He doesn't want to kill Dick if he doesn't have to, but losing Darling is a line that can't be crossed. As for Tim, this already adds to a VERY negative relationship with Jason lmao. Like you replace me as Robin AND you try to steal my loved ones? Fuck you dude.

Jason can also confront and taunt Bruce by pointing out that if he had looked into Darling's disappearance sooner, he might've figured out who the Knight was before the plan even started.

"You know, when I took them, they told me that you'd said you'd keep an eye on them. You remember that? At my funeral. You refused to let them see the footage of Joker shooting me because 'It would be too traumatizing.' Just trying to look out for them, even if it was just out of pity for your old sidekick's girlfriend. What a protector.

And yet when I took them, you didn't even bother to look. Let me guess--you had other important things to do first? Were you too busy trying to find a cure for your blood, or maybe you were too focused on the aftermath of Joker dying. Funny how he always takes priority even after he died. Maybe you could have outsourced her disappearance to Dick, Barb, or even my replacement. Or maybe you never did care about them. Wouldn't be the first time, right? And now that you abandoned them, like you did me, I'll be here to do what you couldn't and watch over them."

#.dc #.arkhamverse #.jason todd #.arkham knight #yandere dc #yandere arkhamverse #yandere jason todd #yandere arkham knight #thots #.myshit #tw: dubcon

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everlasting-rainfall · 8 days

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Hello, everyone! My name is Everlasting_Rainfall but you can call me Everlast or Rainfall as it’s shorter. Hell, you can really call me whatever you’d like as long as it isn’t an insult

I’m a Demi-Girl meaning my pronouns are They/Them and She/Her and I’m bisexual as well! English is my first language but I’m not very good at it in all honesty

I’d like to personally welcome you all to my blog, I hope that you enjoy your stay and find the stuff that I write to be enjoyable!

I’m going to go over my rules in a minute but first

If you’re looking for my Masterlist then it’s right here for ya!

Just remember to not look at it if you’re a minor! I DO NOT WANT ANY MINORS ON THIS BLOG!! IF YOU ARE ONE THEN LEAVE!!

Also I have a Discord server! If you would like to join then send me a DM here on Tumblr and I’ll send you a link!

I would post the link to join here but something about that doesn’t quite feel like the best idea so I’m not gonna

So just send me a message here on Tumblr and I’ll send ya a link! Sound good? Good! But remember… NO MINORS

Now then… I’ll get into the rules starting with things that I won’t write for as I’m personally uncomfortable with it

Scat

Anal

Water Sports

Incest

Homophobia

Transphobia

Necrophilia

Racism

Anything where an Adult dates someone who is Underage

Yandere Kills their S/O

Erotic Gore

Okay, there are also a few characters that I won’t write for as well like I’ll write for just about anyone but not these characters…

“Saint” Charlos

”Saint” Shalria

”Saint” Rosward

Foxy

Skunk One

Boo Jack

Trebol

Any Underage Character

Beyond that, I’ll probably write for just about anybody unless you can manage to remind me of someone who makes me uncomfortable or I personally just don’t like

In which case, I shall add them to this list so check back every once in a while just to see if anything’s updated

Oh yeah! Also I figured that I might as well put down some things that I like writing about as well!

Non-Romantic Yandere’s (Platonic or Familial)

Toonification

Breeding

Housewifeification

Hypnosis

Being Pulled from One World to Another

Fictional Characters Appearing in the Real World

Cinderella Esque Scenarios

Transformation

Amnesia

Somnophilia

Humans Are Replaced as The Dominant Species of Earth by Something Else Scenarios

And as for characters that I enjoy writing? I honestly enjoy writing somewhat obscure ones in all honesty like not so obscure like that guy who got shook down in the Rainbow Mist arc for a liquor drinking tax or that guy behind Paulie when he saw the sea train as a kid

I mean characters like El Drago from the First One Piece Movie, Commander Jonathan from G8, Kamakiri from Skypiea, and etc

Plus I also like writing for that don’t have a lot of information about them like mostly recent ones like (And Skip This if You Aren’t Caught Up). Imu, Joyboy, Figarland Garling, Nika.

Something about it is just so much fun like I think it be because it’s less stressful and there’s less things to worry about if I’m doing something wrong by saying that “Sanji Poisons your Date” or “Luffy Watches You Bathe”

But regardless, I find it fun!

Okay, I think that covers everything! I hope that you all enjoy my blog and remember!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL

#minors dni #blog rules #cringe culture is dead #yandere one piece

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mugeesworld · 1 year

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Franky with a chubby partner head cannons!

Franky doesn't get posted about enough! I love Franky! And I think he would absolutely love a plus size partner so here we go! I didn't talk about y/n being chubby as much in this as I did in the luffy one. (That being said it still talks about it but i talked about it a bunch more in luffys) And the reason is I think Franky could care less and would see you as "normal" just like everyone else. I hope that makes sense. If you read both it might help??... Maybe

I randomly come back here and add any idea that pops in my head and that is fairly often. So this gets updated almost everyday!

NSFW / female y/n in mind

(Pegging is mentioned. If you don't like that skip over the part that starts with * and when you see it again it ends.)

Luffys part is on my page!

Franky grew up around kiwi and mozu so he definitely knows how to treat a lady. He sees them as little sisters and as the older brother he knows all about girl stuff.

He knows that beauty isn't just being skinny and that it comes in all shapes and sizes. And the two that raised him we're also plus sized. (Shout out to my girl kokoro. A plus size queen!)

Kiwi and Mozu definitely lectures him about stuff. Not only that but it hurt Franky to see the two of them struggle with their own insecurities and he was always there to tell them they were beautiful like a older brother does!

So Franky has never been the type the judge people based of weight. I personally think he would like a more plush partner. I can feel it in my nuggets.

He never sees size as a problem since he is tall and huge himself. Plus since he is so large I think he would like a little more to grab.

Let me explain.

Have you ever had a pillow or a stuffed animal that was really small and sorta awkward to sleep on or hold. But you have that favorite big pillow/plush that you could lay on and snuggle for day's. It's just more satisfying for him I think.

That being said franky wouldn’t only find you hot he would find you adorable. He would see you as both a goddess and a teddy bear that he wants to hug and never let go.

And not in a way that’s like one of those weird “compliments” that’s like “I bet you give the best hugs! You’re like a marshmallow I want to hug you” yeah no. He doesn’t want to in that way. At least not how that comment was interrupted

He would want to hug you and cherish you forever. Like how a kid has that one stuffed animal they’ve had since birth. Can’t imagine loosing it or leaving it behind.

When he first seen you he wanted nothing more then to throw you over his shoulder and take you. (Not in a yandere way)

His mouth would drop open and his face would blush a light tent of pink. Shocked at what’s in front of him. Stuttering over his words. Forgetting how to breath!

Scenario time!!!

Lets say you’re a ship wright that recently got a job at water 7 building ships.

You wipe your forehead as you finish hammering in a nail. “Finally done” putting the hammer down you decide to head to paulie to see what he needs done next.

In the mean time frankys out on his daily stroll around water 7 and decides to go mess with galley law cause way not. He makes his way over to the ship yard seeing paulie and heads towards him.

Just as you arrive next to paulie so does franky. “I’m done with the task you gave me paulie. Now what?”

Franky finally notices the goddess in front of him. “H-Holy smokes! What a pretty lady!”

Paulie lifts his head up from what he was currently working on sighing. “Franky I don’t have time for your crap today and…..y/n…. you really need to change clothes?! You shouldn’t be wearing something like that!”

You look at paulie confused “I’m literally wearing shorts and a tank top…. What the hell am I supposed to wear in this type of weather?"

"I say let the lady wear what she wants! YOW! Especially if it looks that good!"

Franky tilts down his glasses to get a better look. "Frankyyyyyy.... GET OUT!?"

And with that Franky scuries away leaving Paulie frustrated and you confused. Franky made a mental note to come back tomorrow to see you again... ;)

CUT 🎬

Franky loves to just sit back and watch you prance around the ship. The way you look so graceful and elegant. He can't put into words how much he enjoys watching your beautiful figure walk around.

He gets hit with straight serotonin just staring at you. He could do it all day. It makes him happy to know that that beautiful lady is his.

He would call you doll face or maybe even princess. But he always changes up with the names but he definitely has a few favorites.

He likes to catch you off guard when you're looking at something and come up behind you. Pulling you into his chest. Grabbing your waist and lifting your chin up to look at him. Sometimes to ask for a kiss or even just to tell you lunch is ready.

Or sometimes just to simply check in on what you're doing. And just stand there and watch curiously.

His love language is touch and acts of service. So if you give him a chance to do either of thoses he's on it!

Oh you're tired of walking? Hop on his shoulders for a ride. Your back hurts? He will massage you. If he hears you complain about anything even something like not being able to open a jar. He is on his way to his work shop to make a gadget just to help you.

He would love to just carry you around everywhere. Like how a queen/king is hoisted up on a chair and carried around. That's you the queen and Franky as the chair. He let you sit how ever you want. But I think his favorite way would be for your legs wrapped around his head on his shoulders. Or you sitting on one side of his head on his shoulder. Probably playing with his hair too.

And don't worry about hurting my guy. He's literal metal. You ain't hurting this man. SIT YOUR ASS DOWN. He offers you a seat on him when ever y'all walk. And if you twist your ankle he is grabbing you and putting you on his shoulder.

Imagine. You and Franky started dating recently. You haven't sat on his lap or shoulder yet and you are scared of hurting him even though he has said it won't hurt him and that you are a feather to him. While walking around a island he starts to notice you limping. He asks whats wrong and you respond saying you're fine you just twisted your ankle and it's sore.

Boom light bulb. He knows you're not gonna like what he's about to do but he decides it for the best even if it gets him punched in the head. He picks you up putting you on his shoulders and keeps walking. You start to protest and ask to be put down scared that you are to heavy but he reassures you you're fine. For the rest of the day you spent the day on his shoulders exploring the island until you could go back to the ship to let chopper check you out.....

Literally about to cry ｡･ﾟﾟ*(>д<)*ﾟﾟ･｡ that's so wholesome. I'm literally kicking my feet in the air right now twirling my hair!

He you get tired of him carrying you and decide to walk he will offer you his hand. He loves just touching you in any way. Little stuf like that means the world to him. So wholesome! 😭

He likes having you in his lap. With the size difference it's like he is sealing you away from any bad thing that might try to hurt you. He wants to keep you safe. And the only way to make sure you are 100% safe is when you are in his lap.

He loves when you come in his Workshop to see what he's up too. He could talk to you for hours about what he is working on while you're resting on his lap.

Literally anywhere he likes doing it. He don't care! He will rest his head on top of yours and pull you closer to him wrapping his arms around you.

Or if your legs are wrapped around him and your facing him. He gets so flustered if you pepper is face with kisses. He loves having you hold his face and just smooch his face all over. Especially if you wear lipstick and it leaves marks.

This man is the last person to get embarrassed.

I can picture him holding you in one arm carrying you to y'alls room cause you fell asleep in his workshop while he was working. He didn't realize till he heard soft snores while talking about his latest work.

He would loveeee to cuddle. Having you rest on his chest or having you on top of him is so comforting.

He knows the exact feeling of having you lay on him and if you move he will wake up immediately and ask where you're going. And then wait for you to get back.

That being said his chest is hard cause its metal. He would definitely have a way to change out his chest plate or something so it's soft. Just for you.

When it comes to his favorite parts of you like tits or ass. He genuinely can't decide. He loves all of you. He loves to grab and grope every inch.

Now keep in mind this man is a machine. The options for down there are endless.( He can still feel pleasure tho)

Let me explain. Franky loves to pleasure you. And he is not at all scared of toys. He encourages them tbh. He loves to build new ones knowing he will test them on you later that night.....

Franky would find every little thing that turns you on. Would know every inch of your body and know exactly how to please you. He is a master pupitier when it comes to your body.

He gets pleasure giving you pleasure. Doesn't matter what way.

He would even modify his body for you if you were comfortable with it. Like his tongue... Or.... Ya know 😉

This guy's is open to anything. If you want to try it he's down. Doesn't matter even if he thinks he might not like it. He will try it just cause it turns you on. If he doesn't like it boom he will make a gadget to try and satisfy that kink for you.

Now let's get into some more kinky type stuff.

One word

Pegging (don't like? Don't read it!)

I think he would dig it. He looks like the type of guy that would be comfortable with his lady taking charge. I get no toxic masculinity vibes from him.

Especially if he can't feel pleasure in his front half then definitely. Cause he said only his front was cyborg. (Pre skip)

He would help design a strap that both you and him would enjoy.

If y'all did try it and he enjoyed it he would definitely tell someone whether it's the crew or a stranger. "Aw yeah! It was amazing! 10/10 would recommend!"

Leaving you embarrassed and everyone else confused and grossed out.

Definitely a soft pleasure dom or switch.

Wouldn't admit it but likes being teased. Seeing you tease during sex makes him weak making him stutter.

And if you are the type to take charge and say not to touch you while you are he will listen or try too. He respects you and will listen to your every command.

He lovesss to see you on top riding. The few it's self puts him in a daze. He will let you do your own thin but he also likes grabbing your waist and pulling you down while he moves his hips up. Another reason is cause when y'all are finished you can just collapse right on top of him and cuddle.

If he's in charge tho..... He would not stop till you are a moaning mumbling mess from overstimulation and pleasure. (If you consent to that much)

He loves to hear you moan. Letting him know he's doing a good job. Definitely has a praise kink.

Loves when you play with his hair.

He always checks in with you during to make sure it's not to much or if he's moving to fast for you. Always has a safe word for you.

The only thing I think he wouldn't want to do is the basic gross stuff. (Vomit, number 1 and 2) and stuff that might hurt you. Like genuinely hurt you. Like knifes or hitting you hard hard. Spanking is fine though. He probably like that😼

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yandere-multiverse · 2 years

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Yandere! Paulie and Yandere! Tommy battling over who gets to take Sammy and it kinda turns violent????

Kukuku >:)

Ship: Y!Tommy/Y!Paulie/Sam

Characters: Sam, Paulie, Tommy

Warnings: blood, cursing, threats and manipulation, abuse, possessive behavior

Sam gazed helplessly at his two friends who were shooting daggers at each other over the long table at Salieri’s and bit back a sigh. A few months ago, he was approached by both of them confessing their feelings for him, and Sam was overjoyed, since he loved them both, but wary at the same time, since he had been hurt in the past before and knew how fiercely and violently possessive both could be.

Paulie was gazing at Sam with a lovestruck gaze before a cough from Tom snapped his attention away and he scowled at his other partner. “Can I help you, Tommy? You’ve been staring for a while now.” he snipped as Tommy rolled his eyes. “Because you’re acting like a complete child, Paulie. Use your words like a grownup” he replied snidely as Paulie clenched his fist in his lap.

Before, Tommy would’ve stepped back and conceded defeat, but now he had a backbone and planned on using it. When Salieri walked in with Frank, both men closed their mouth and resumed glaring at each other. After the meeting, Tommy was out back smoking when he felt a fist connect with his cheek and he nearly toppled sideways onto the pavement.

He growled as he looked into the smug face of Paulie and saw Sam standing a few feet away, wringing his hands in concern as his two best friends fought. Still on the ground, Tommy grabbed Paulie’s ankle and yanked as hard as he could, cheek slowly starting to bruise, and smirked when Paulie came crashing down. “Look how the mighty have fallen.” he mocked as Paulie blinked away the disorientation and lunged at Tommy, who started to fight back just as fiercely.

“Nghh… Sam’s mine, Tom. I’ve known him longer.” Paulie hissed as he laid a few kicks and punches on the body below him. “You might’ve known him longer, but I’ve seen how you treat them girls at the cathouse and Sam doesn’t deserve any of that.” Tom grunted as he flipped them over and while Paulie was dazed, Tommy broke a beer bottle and pointed the jagged edge in Paulie’s direction, eyes taking on an unhealthy gleam as blood trickled from his nose and mouth.

“Ohoho that’s fucking rich coming from you. You’re no better than me, putting on a show of concern, even though it’s nothing but lies. I know that look Tommy, cause I have the exact same look when I look at Sam.” Paulie conceded as his voice trailed off and Tommy dropped the bottle before cupping Paulie’s cheek and stroked over his bruised cheekbone.

“That’s right. We… we can’t keep fighting like this Paulie. We can’t let Sam leave us, you know that.” he crooned in Paulie’s ear softly as the other man nodded. “R-right. In the end, it’s all about…” he trails off and both sets of eyes turned to their friend, who was watching the scene silently and smoking a cigarette with his arms crossed. Paulie let out a noise of discomfort and Tommy leaned down to press a kiss to his lips before climbing off and standing up, holding out a hand to help his friend up, who staggered slightly.

“Y-your punches have gotten a lot better but there’s still some polishing you can do.” Paulie remarked as they made their way to their boyfriend and both pressed a kiss to Sam’s reddened cheeks before taking off for the day

#yandere!verse #sal’s writing #mafia definitive edition #yandere!paulie #paulie lombardo #y!tommy #sam trapani #tommy angelo #tw: blood #tw: choking #tw: fighting

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paulie-lombardos-boy-toy · 2 years

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laying a hand on your partner's thigh Paule/Tommy

Been saving this one due to the re-emergence of Paulie/Tommy. Might even make this one Yandere-fied. We’ll see.

“The Don’s full of shit, ain’t he Tommy?” Paulie remarked as he got comfortable on his couch and patted beside him. “Well, he certainly has a…charm to him, that’s for certain.” Tom amended, not wanting to outright say what he wanted to say about his boss, and sat by his boyfriend, who immediately bundled him in his arms.

After Tom brought up the observation about Sam slowly drifting away from the group, more of Paulie’s anger towards the Don only grew and Tommy had to hush him whenever it looked like he was going to speak his mind out loud so keep them from both getting into trouble.

The radio played softly in the background and Paulie rested a large hand on Tom’s thigh and stroked over the material absentmindedly. “Penny for your thoughts?” Tom remarked as Paulie only shook his head and buried his face in Tom’s shoulder. The taller man let out a small sigh and started to stroke his hair as he started to make contingency plans in his head…just in case.

#;sal writes #paulie/tommy #mafia definitive edition #paulie lombardo #tommy angelo #this one ain’t as good but it’s something

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dontbesoweirdkira · 25 days

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Mafia Trilogy !Yandere¡

Ranked On Insanity

A/N: This is purely my opinion on them. We all interpret their characters differently so don’t come at me if you don’t like their placements. I’m trying to be kind of accurate to their characters but also do fan service…I’m stressed so plz 😪

Requests open: 24/7

Warnings: Yandere and toxic themes.

Masterlist

I’m ranking them in three different categories…

Delulu to not as delulu

Batshit and completely delusional

These are the men who are at the point of no return….They are willing to do anything to get you at any cost. I do not say this lightly like I mean they are willing to do anything

My boy John has the entire c.i.a. at his very disposal and you think he won’t use it to find you??? He’s going to get you. Sam will too,, He’ll send out multiple men to come hunt you down if you even dare to hide from him. They do not give a flying duck if you don’t even have romantic interest in them, you are their darling. That’s the end of discussion.

Whatever they want you to do, you’re going to do it. There’s no rationalization with these two. Lincoln and Tom give them all the talks they want but they will not listen. Pushed to the brink enough and their friends are not safe either from their delusional thinking.

You already saw what Sam did to Paulie…imagine what he’d do for his darling. Not the ideal men for normal girls. You will be tormented every single step of your relationship with either one of these men.

No effort is made to hide their sinister behaviors and your eyes will bear witness to their horrific atrocities. If you push them too far they might even harm you eventually. There is no escaping or telling what their insanity will make them do.)

Sam Trapani

John Donovan

Pretty fucking crazy but is in a weird gray area between the other two

They are in the middle. Paulie is already an irrational brute and Vito is a traumatized Soldier, so they are definitely operating weirdly.

They both have similar desires of wanting a partner but have been dealt an unlucky hand when it comes to dating so when you came along…they couldn’t let you go. Their obsession comes from a place of codependency..they need you sooo badly and they cannot go back to their old cold life without you.

They really do care about their darling, truly. They’ll do whatever they can to organically win over your love and trust. Sure they will be super touchy, maybe a little too bossy or over protective of you but they mean well… they truly want to be the “chill bf” but who are they kidding??? They are cray cray in the membrane.

At any moment they can and will snap…their delusions will get the best of them if pushed to that point. If they feel like you’re going to leave or are constantly rejecting them, they will do a full 180 and turn into the previous bunch. They are extremely accusatory and feel like you’re constantly trying to cheat or leave them. Tons of arguments and unsavory punishments.

I can’t say they’d do exactly all the same things as the previous much like they’d never physically hurt you or make you watch their crimes but they are damn near close to being like them…

Paulie Lombardo

Vito Scaletta

Average Mafia Member

These men are still very much Yandere and are willing to kill and fuck shit up for you but aren’t as delusional as the rest. Like on average people terms they are very yandere but in comparison to other members of the mob…eh.

I know this is going to piss hella people off but I can’t imagine any of these three holding you against your will or being overly passionate about their darling.

Your safety comes first and they are more go with the flow kind of men. Especially Lincoln and Tommy, despite their desires, your wishes come first. Joe is just Joe, he cares a lot about you but on average he’s like fuck it…it’s your life girl-. Forced intimacy and everything isn’t their thing.

If you really weren’t romantically feeling them they’d just become platonic yanderes and make sure you’re safe from a distance. If any moment you changed your mind they’d be right there waiting to give you the world but if not they really won’t do too much about it. These men would have to have been romantically invested in you for years for them to snap and become like the rest .)

Tommy Angelo

Lincoln Clay

Joe Barbaro

#headcanon #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #mafia trilogy #yandere sam trapani #sam trapani x reader #john donovan #John Donovan x reader #paulie lombardo x reader #vito scaletta x reader #tommy angelo x reader #Lincoln clay x reader #yandere mafia #mafia 2 #mafia 3 #mafia definitive edition #mafia ii #mafia iii

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rollinouttahere-writes · 9 months

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Platonic Yandere Paulie and little sister reader

Fix This

Yandere Paulie x Little Sister Reader

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“I’m gonna kill him,” you panted out between breaths. Dock One of the Galley-La Company had finally come into view, and while you were relieved to have made it here, it was overshadowed by how pissed you were.

Why were you so mad? Because you just spent the past HOUR running from your brother’s gaggle of debt collectors. You aren’t sure who’s more stupid here. His dumbass for continuously taking out loans when he hasn’t paid back a single one yet, or them for being dumb enough to keep giving him money.

It would seem that you’ve got a target on your back purely by association. After years of not being able to get a penny out of him, they’re now trying to shake you down for money. Which, in your humble opinion, was bullshit.

You hop over the rope divider to enter the dock and look around. Paulie isn’t anywhere to be seen. If he’s left to do more gambling, you’re gonna strangle him with his own ropes.

Spotting one of your fellow foremen, you make your way over to him, “Hey Kaku, have you seen Paulie?”

“He’s been pacing the fence looking for you,” Kaku answered before even turning around to face you. Once he did, he looked surprised at your appearance, “You look whacked, did something happen?”

“Oh it’s nothing, I just spent the past hour running from my stupid brother’s bad decisions,” you grumbled. At this moment, all you wanted to do was sit down and catch your breath, but you needed to give Paulie a piece of your mind first. Possibly with your fists.

“There you are! Do you have any idea how late you are?!”

Speak of the devil. Without even looking at him you could feel your anger spiking again. This guy had the audacity to cop an attitude with you even though he was at fault. Kaku wisely went back to what he was working on, not wanting to be caught in the middle of this.

Paulie stomped closer and grabbed your shoulder to make you face him. With how mad you were, this was a bad move. The second you were turned towards him, you violently shoved him away. You were looking at him with nothing but contempt, and he visibly flinched from how scorching the look was.

He cleared his throat and found the nerve to continue talking, “Don’t give me that look! You’re damn near an hour late, where have you been?”

“Ask your debt collectors,” you seethed. Each word was ground out with malice as you continued to glower at him.

“What do they have to do with this?” Despite the question, you could tell he already knew what you were getting at. Yet here he was, playing dumb.

You threw your hands up in frustration, “Everything! From the second I left our home they were on my ass! It took me an hour to lose those pricks!”

“Why would they be after you? Are you also borrowing money?” This guy had the audacity to take on a scolding tone towards you. You want to throttle him.

Your hands shot out and brought him to eye level with you, “No, dumbass! They’re after me because YOU won’t fucking pay them!”

“Hey! Watch your language, that is not lady like at all!”

“This is not about my fucking language! This is about your stupid ass decisions getting me into trouble! If it weren’t for you borrowing money around the damn clock with zero intention of ever paying it back, this wouldn’t happen!” You shoved him away and took a step back.

Paulie fumbled for a minute to find a decent response, “I- I will pay it back, I just need to get lucky is all.” Well, that wasn’t a decent answer at all.

“You can’t be serious,” you stared at him like he was insane, which in this moment you think he was to be honest. “What do you mean you need to ‘get lucky’?! That’s never going to happen, you suck at gambling! You couldn’t win a game of poker even if you knew everyone’s hands!”

“Excuse you! Those games are rigged, that’s all! I just need to figure out how to play the system and I’ll make everything back and then some,” Paulie huffed indignantly.

Something about how he responded made your fury finally reach its boiling point, and you screamed at him, “Of course the games are rigged! That’s how casinos make money: by taking advantage of dumbasses like you!”

“What’s going on here?”

Both you and Paulie snap your heads toward the new voice. Mortification set it as you recognized your boss standing there. Iceburg just witnessed you getting into a screaming match with your brother at work.

“(Y/N) and Paulie are arguing because (y/n) was chased around the city by his debt collectors,” Kalifa readjusted her glasses while stating this like it was well known information. How she knows all this is beyond you. That woman must have eyes and ears everywhere, you’re sure of it.

Your resentment simmered down, but only from embarrassment. Tears burned at your eyes as you desperately tried to keep them from surfacing. This was humiliating. At the very least, Iceburg was a kind man and didn’t reprimand you. Instead he asked, “Is that why your jacket is torn? Are you hurt?”

“Torn?” That was news to you. Giving yourself a quick once over, you found what he was referring to. The seam on your left shoulder was ripped open. Oh, right. This must have happened when one of them grabbed you. You were able to rip yourself away, but it appears your jacket was a casualty.

“Yeah, that’s why. I’m not hurt though, just upset,” the jacket was shrugged off. You didn’t want to wear it if it looked like this. You could fix it tonight when you got home.

“It looks like you were hurt, unless that bruise is from something else,” Iceburg stepped closer and stared at your wrist. Sure enough, there was a bruise in its early stages forming on your wrist where you were grabbed. So that’s why it felt sore.

“Oh, yeah I guess that’s where it came from. I didn’t even notice that until now,” you mumbled. You can’t believe those guys caught you off guard enough to do this to you. Last week you took out three pirates with a plank of wood when they tried to skip out on their bill, but some middle aged loan shark managed to get the drop on you. Shameful.

Kalifa muttered something about this being sexual harassment, and Iceberg nodded in agreement. He gingerly held your wrist to examine it, “Do you want to take the day off? It would be a bad idea to strain this now and make it worse.”

You snatched your wrist away, “No, that’s okay! I’m fine, really! It doesn’t even hurt.” This wasn’t a complete lie. It was more so tender than outright painful. The last thing you wanted was to sit at home and stew on everything that happened, you would much rather be working.

Iceburg raised a brow at this, but mercifully spared your dignity by not forcing the matter. Returning back to his full height, he promised you that he would deal with the debt collectors targeting people that weren’t involved in their dealings. With that, he bid you all farewell and left.

The silence was heavy and uncomfortable. You could feel Paulie’s eyes on you, but you didn’t want to face him, lest you two start fighting again.

“I uh- I’ve got a job for us to work on together today, we should get started on that,” you took solace in the fact that he sounded as uncomfortable as you felt.

“Sorry, I already told Kaku I would work with him today, actually,” you lied through your teeth. Working with Paulie would be a horrible idea right now, you can’t imagine why he thinks it’s a good one.

“Seriously? Come on, (y/n), I know you’re mad but don’t be like this. It’s not a big deal, we can talk about it while we work.”

“Not a big deal?!” You snapped. Shit, you’re yelling again. Taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm down, you continue, “It’s a big deal to me. I mean it. If you don’t get your shit together and get your debts straightened out soon, I’m going to leave.”

Being harassed by his enemies is something you’ve been dealing with since you were a kid. Back then they would just follow you around for an intimidation effect, but it seems like the gloves have come off now that you’re an adult. Years of this have worn you down, and now you’re at a breaking point.

“The hell do you mean you’re going to leave?” His voice sounded shockingly cold, you’re not sure you’ve ever heard him talk like that. Especially not to you.

“I mean that if this happens again, I will leave Water 7,” you looked him dead in the eyes, daring him to challenge you.

“You don’t mean that.”

“Yes, Paulie, I do. With my resume I could get a job at any shipyard in the world, so don’t test me,” you didn’t break eye contact once, hoping to get across how serious you are.

He was the first to look away. “I’ll get it taken care of,” is all he said before walking away.

Letting out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding, you join Kaku with picking out lumber for some ship repairs, “Thanks for not ratting me out.”

“It makes no odds,” he reassured you. Kaku quickly glanced around and then leaned down to whisper, “I have to ask though, did you mean what you said about leaving, or was that all horsefeathers?”

Horsefeathers? You assume that means something along the lines of bullshit. Whatever, Kaku says weird shit all the time. You shrugged, “I dunno, maybe? I don’t really want to leave; I love living here, but I don’t want to spend my life facing the consequences of someone else’s actions, you know?”

Kaku hummed in acknowledgement and nodded, “That holds water, I understand you wanting to. Besides, a change of pace might be good for you.”

“You think so?” Honestly, you hadn’t expected him to agree and encourage you. It was nice though to have someone supporting you.

“Sure do! Paulie’s been in the ketchup for so long that I can’t imagine him getting out any time soon. Perhaps you leaving would kick him into gear?”

“In the ketchup?” You laughed, “I swear you’re making half these weird things you say up!”

“Am not! It’s a real saying, young lady!” His tone was scolding, but in a playful way.

“We’re like the same age, don’t call me ‘young lady’!” You elbowed him in the side.

You two fell into a comfortable and casual banter for the rest of the day, which was refreshing. It really helped to take your mind off the problem at hand and cool off. By the time you were ready to go home, you were feeling calm enough to be able to have a reasonable discussion with Paulie.

That’s not to say you weren’t still upset, but you don’t think you’ll be yelling at him anymore. Unless he says something stupid, but at that point whatever happens isn’t on you.

Typically, you’ll walk home together. In the mornings he leaves before you do since he has some extra duties, but in the evening you’ll usually leave together. Sometimes even stopping to get food on the way back. Tonight, though, he was already gone. Internally, you cringe. Is he still mad? You suppose it’s possible, you could tell that what you said about leaving really hurt him.

Walking back alone made you a bit anxious after what happened this morning. You were constantly looking over your shoulder to make sure you weren’t being tailed. Fortunately, you weren’t seeing anything suspicious. Did Iceburg really take care of this that quickly? Or maybe Kalifa handled it. Her kicks were no joke, that’s for sure.

Entering your shared home, you’re surprised to see that Paulie isn’t home yet. Was he avoiding you? How mature. Rolling your eyes, you toss your torn jacket onto the couch and go rummaging through the closet for the sewing kit you keep on hand for basic repairs.

You’d barely had a chance to start stitching the seam when the front door opened. Paulie came in looking annoyed. He didn’t appear to even see you as he stomped into the kitchen to grab something from the fridge. A beer, presumably. You sighed and resumed repairing your jacket.

His footsteps came towards the living room and came to a stop in the archway. It was silent for a moment, “You’re home?”

“Yep,” you replied. Why does he sound so surprised? Did he think you were just going to peace out after work?

Paulie joined you on the couch, the cushions dipping under his weight. You still hadn’t looked at him. The silence wasn’t comfortable, but it wasn’t as tense as it was at the shipyard. He took a long drink from his beer, “Please don’t leave.”

“Don’t drag me into your problems then. If it wasn’t for that I wouldn’t be thinking about it,” you answered stiffly.

“It’s not going to happen again, I took care of it.”

You scoffed, “You took care of it on the way home? What? Did you rob a bank? Or maybe some pirates?” Pulling the invisible stitch tight, you finally look his way. His hair is a mess and his clothes are dirtier than usual. Most noticeably, his knuckles were bloody. “What did you do?”

“I took care of it,” he repeated.

“How?” You pressed.

“That doesn’t matter, what matters is you promising that you aren’t going to leave,” he took another drink.

“It does matter, I want to know what happened!” From the context clues, it looks like he jumped them. You’re not exactly fond of those people, but they are just trying to get their money back. Beating the shit out of them feels excessive.

Paulie grabbed your face, forcing you to keep looking at him, “Promise me that you aren’t leaving! You can’t leave!”

You wrenched your face away, “God, fine! I promise! Now will you talk to me?” Paulie didn’t answer, instead looking away. You huffed in aggravation, “And what do you mean ‘I can’t leave’? I could if I wanted to.”

That got his attention. His head snapped back to you, his expression was fierce, “No. You. Can’t. You’re just a little girl. There’s a lot of horrible men out there that will take advantage of you the second they get the chance. You need to be here, with me, so I can protect you.” He didn’t yell, but his words were so venomous that it made you flinch regardless.

“Excuse me? I’m not a little girl, I’m a grown woman and I can handle myself just fine! I really don’t care for this sexist bullshit from you,” you stood abruptly with your repaired jacket in hand. If he was going to be like this, then you were going to go for a walk until he stopped with the misogyny.

You didn’t make it more than five feet before a rope was wrapped around your chest and yanked you back onto the couch. Whipping your head to Paulie, you made no effort to hide how pissed you were, “What the hell are you doing?! Untie me!”

“I thought you could handle yourself?” Paulie wasn’t even paying that much attention to you, instead casually continuing to sip on his beer. He was an expert knot tier, getting out of his clutches without something to cut the ropes was no easy task and he damn well knew that.

“This isn’t funny, let me go!” Your attempts to free yourself are futile. The knots only tighten more as you struggle.

“I’m not letting you go. You are never leaving, and the sooner you accept that, the better,” he states coldly, making no move to ease up the ropes. You can only gawk at him. This wasn’t your brother, he would never speak to you like this. Did your threat to leave really bother him that much?

You’re going to have to proceed extremely carefully if you want to get out of this situation.

#one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #yandere one piece #one piece #yandere #platonic yandere #paulie one piece #iceburg #kaku one piece #kalifa one piece #yanderefangirl

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