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HOLY SHIT FUCK ME SIDEWAYS THAT DRAGON WUWA POST?????? EMUACH

thoughts on dragon calcharo and scar tho??? if u have any,,,, if not, its oki too take ur time😚

A/n: HELLO NOBUUU!!! <3 I'm so happy you liked the first part oml, and I'm more than happy to give a part two to that as well! I didn't expect people to ask about my OC too, but that's really sweet and decided to include her at the end too :,) Hope you enjoy! Lemme know if you guys want anyone else as dragons, HSR, Genshin or Wuwa

Contents: Calcharo, Aalto, Scar x reader, Encore (strictly platonic familial stuff), Jien(oc), fluff, dragons

Wuthering Waves characters as dragons pt.2

Calcharo:

-Another dragon that is a long way from his home and closely related to the dragons of the New Federation.

-Not the one you see around too often, as he does tend to avoid civilization where he can, even avoiding flying if that would get him too much attention, but honestly he is really pretty to see in flight-

-He is scarily beautiful, and some people managed to catch a picture or two of him in flight from afar, so it’s one of those blurry “is it a unicorn” pictures that people spread around like wildfire

-Due to his lack of contact with others, a lot of ghost tales began to circulate around him, and gossip has it that he wasn’t born as he looks now. People say he was born pure as snow, but somewhere down the line, the gods cursed him, and now he physically bears that curse in the shape of tough black scales that spread over him unevenly, and the golden star on his chest is said to be the only place a blade can pierce him. A few courageous, or rather stupid, individuals did try to test this theory for glory and money that an anonymous bidder has set on Calcharo’s head. But those people were never heard from again.

-The climate around Jinzhou is not his favorite, so he tends to retreat into the mountains a lot where there’s a cooler breeze and colder caves to rest in properly. His mane helps him with regulating body heat, but it is in no way made for summer heat.

-It is said that Calcharo and Jiyan are in amiable talks with one another, with both patrolling the territory of Jinzhou and protecting it in their own ways. Two sides of the same coin, as one would say. Jiyan has also made attempts at bringing Calcharo to meet the others, to get to know the people, and when he did Calcharo was rather reluctant to leave his dragon form, and he walked there in his towering form. But when he was met with wonder, warm welcomes and greetings and with some small pushing from Jiyan, he caved in and showed the people his human form as well. Sure, there was some reluctance in people’s eyes as well, but their General vouched for this newcomer and told them of the feats he accomplished in the name of them or their protection, and they had faith in their General Jiyan.

-From that point on, the ghost tales did lessen, and the children of Jinzhou seemed to find it easier to wander further into the woods, and the adults found it easier to relax with two of the strongest dragons patrolling the territory.

-However, Calcharo wouldn’t be able to cover all that vast territory alone, and from a long while ago he has pulled a few trusted ones into his fold and under his wing.

-Be it other dragon folk like him, or regular people, he has many ears and eyes all over the lands, to the point he doesn’t even need to leave his mountain cave to know what goes on in the city at the foot of the mountain. Due to this, even if people began to regard him as an ally, they still do not dare to provoke him in any way, and criminals have begun to walk on their tip toes, afraid to poke one of Calcharo’s spies or men that he was so protective of.

-Calcharo doesn’t hoard much of anything in his caves. Perhaps some weapons, but for the most part it is all barren. Sometimes moonlight shines into the cave from some hole in the ceiling of the cave, making his mane the color of beaten silver, and making all his markings go pale. He nearly looks covered in snow, pure white again.

-He doesn’t like you traveling so far up the roads just to see him, but if you do, he does keep you around for a few days to make your journey worth it. In that short time you stay with him, you find his cave gets quickly filled with supplies necessary for you to have an enjoyable/comfortable time.

-He doesn’t often nap or sunbathe, he also claims the sun hurts his scales. Due to their uneven thickness and distribution, one part of him could benefit from a bit of the sun, but the other would just start burning.

-Although he looks like he is constantly scowling and sneering, he does greatly appreciate your presence. The quiet around, and the exploration you two seem to undertake suddenly seems more lively and worth the time to look at.

-Be it that you’re dragonkin or just a human, he does take you for a flight. Sometimes he does this if he is mid patrol or mid mission and he can’t just keep you behind. He knows he has what it takes to defend you, so he doesn’t mind you tagging along.

-His mane is also free real estate bed, go ahead and bury yourself in it and while you’re at it you can also use another strand of his long mane as a blanket.

-He smells fresh too.

Aalto:

-One of the friendliest dragons, and he certainly looks the part as well with how soft he may look and behave. He is the dragon people see a lot around, and some claim he brings down the morning mists and others say he can wash clouds away with his wings to make way for the sun, but that’s all folktale. He can create mist and make his escape safe and quick, or his attack, but he finds fun in other folktales that surround him.

-Due to his breed, he really doesn’t look fit for battle, and many dragons misjudged him for his lack of limbs that could otherwise serve in a fight. But, naturally, they are wrong about him.

-While Aalto lacks in mass, size and limbs, he makes up for all of it in agility, speed and intellect, using whatever environment is around him to his advantage, and you’d be surprised how much strength his talons have.

-He has a lot of power in him for a seemingly “weightless dragon”.

-Aalto is also often seen near or around little Encore. And when she begins to stir trouble, or trouble finds them, he is quick to snatch her up in his talons like an eagle snatches a fish out of a lake, and flies off into the mist to disappear

-Aalto is also not the one to hide in his dragon form. He understands that he is already perceived as “weak” to some extent, driving some to believe he isn’t even worth attacking, and so he sees it as no harm in indulging in human activities as well, which also have their own merits and advantages, especially in his field of work. How else is he supposed to get all that information if he is this one big stumbling beast? Come on! This is Aalto! He knows way better than to let gossip stop him.

-Even if the gossip was the other way around, he would be sure in his skills to take on whoever goes after him. His senses are as sharp as a blade, and he does notice a lot even if he doesn’t let it on, especially since he doesn’t let it on.

-He has quite a characteristic chirp in his dragon form, it is a really sweet and comforting sound and can sometimes mean playtime, and he often uses it when Encore is around or some other kids that he is around with in that moment.

-Although he is very well met with people all around the place, he does his best to not let any of them get under his skin and worm themselves in his heart, as such could mean potential danger in his missions. So while he is surrounded by people, he does sometimes feel left out and alone.

-You seem to melt all that away though, standing at his side and twining your fingers with his before taking him to get food or drinks, saying how much his absence was noted, not just by you but by others as well. The lady that lives next to you that has grown accustomed to seeing Aalto come to your door with gifts and meals has begun to ask if he left you, already preparing a mouthful of scolding words, but upon your reassurance that he was simply working, she quieted down. And the kids in the streets began to wonder where their “sky dragon” had gone off too. They do this every time, no matter how many times he leaves for work.

-His mane isn’t fur, and although in some places his feathers give the illusion of fur, they’re just fine and thin feathers that are also well kept and clean. You can swear the mist has something to do with it.

-Aalto often does leave behind a feather or two for you to keep before a trip, and slowly this big vase in the back of the house is starting to overflow with giant feathers of your lover

-He brings you other gifts too, some of them big so they only fit in your yard, and others smaller that fit inside your house

-He is quite the cuddly dragon with you, but be warned he does love to snatch you up and take to the skies when you least expect it

Encore:

-Make way for Encore! This sweet little baby brings a lot to the table, even much more than any other dragon ever - Aalto probably

-She is the sweetest, and she is such a ball of energy, it can be hard for anyone to keep up with her. She loves to play with other children that are around, usually giving them rides on her back since she is still a bit big in comparison to a grown adult, let alone a small child. She dares them all to stay on her back while she jumps and bucks and rolls around- which, hey, can be dangerous and Aalto makes sure there is no rolling at least unless they want someone to become a human pancake

-Due to her age, her scales have only now begun to grow and form, making them soft and easily damaged. Aalto tends to get Encore to spend more time in human form than dragon form, just for safety sake. But at the moment, due to the exact reason for her scales forming, she has to spend more time as a dragon to give her scales proper space and time to grow and develop.

-Her friends give her all sorts of gifts, bows and sweets and clips, and they help her comb her hair since it is now harder for her to do so..etc

-The two sheep plushies she usually carries in her human form are now like ants in her claws but she still has them following her, like flies compared to her

-She is a restless sleeper, and usually goes to power naps in some warm grass, giving Aalto a heart attack when he just disappears, but she is back quickly enough, hopping like a deer through grass.

-The creatures of the woods both love her and fear her. Love her since she is a lot more like them and is respectful, but she is just too loud and during playtime can get a bit rough

-Here comes Aalto to snag her up.

Scar:

-Scar is another kind of dragon that hasn’t been seen around before, at all really. He is one of a kind, and quite scary while he’s at it too. Not only is he a giant, but his horns give him such a haunting appearance. If you were to see him in the night, his towering shadow and giant horns paired with four glowing eyes staring into your soul, you wouldn’t feel the best y’know

-He tends to wander, but seems to leave no traces behind him. One day he may be in the south, and the next he is down at the coastline near the northern cities.

-From some angles he looks rather disfigured, but if he allows you to approach him, you can see that all his bones are, in fact, in their place and he isn’t broken - he just hyperflexible-

-One sound he just loves to do is that one that is akin to a laughing hyena + cougar, he mixes the sound to the point you can only just shiver or tense up. On that topic, he is quite able to mimic many sounds and make new ones, and again - this is his favorite activity to do, especially when there’s people around to spook or run off from the territory

-I mentioned he has four eyes. The bigger pair serves for normal vision, just like you and I, but they are also eyes for a predator, while the smaller pair are more for panoramic views. Although he can hardly be classified as a prey animal, he was a small lamb once too, and had to keep watch out for bigger predators.

-Although he doesn’t breathe fire, he also has a way of manipulating flames and creating them. The ends of his clothes that hang from him sometimes catch fire, giving him an haunting look as he is mid battle and burning himself - but the flames never touch him to hurt him,

-He doesn’t lack in limbs, and he especially is more than useful in both combat and scaling mountains and rocks. He can grab and kick and slash and bite. What more is there?

-Just like with any other dragon that isn’t in much contact with humanity and that looks as scary as him, a lot of people have woven different stories about the goat dragon. It’s mostly parents scaring their children with these tales, saying how the goat dragon will snag them if they stay too late outside or if they wander too far off.

-Some other stories include details of his origin. Some adventurous spirit found old cave paintings that show a black lamb and a big herd, and so they say he was a sacrifice himself. That the form they sometimes glimpse is nothing more but a vengeful spirit that seeks those who harmed him.

-Scar can’t fly, but he can float a bit, but he can also jump really high so watch out for that.

-He also lacks a lot of scales besides for his front claws. He may be the only dragon that’s fluffed up as he is.

-For practicality sake, he doesn’t often do his things and missions in human form - it’s just way easier to swoop in like this beast, scare off the enemy and take their things, rather than chit chat and try to get through their stubborn heads.

-He does taunt them while he attacks with those sounds he makes, and sometimes, to lure a particular person out, he does imitate the voice of someone they’re close to.

-Sometimes, he is able to morph his skull to represent the skull of a goat, but those are just illusions and not real.

-Honestly, his fut is quite nice to the touch, although the big mane is a bit coarse and really thick

-Although the woods are the best place for hiding and stalking, his horns often get stuck on branches and plants, so he prefers open fields for this reason

-Picks you up, carries you around, just unprompted. “You’re my friend now” meme,and there’s you dangling from his claws while he goes off who knows where

-Clingy in his sleep, so clingy. You have to be present or else. Else what? No clue, but you prefer not to be chirped at in the middle of the night, even if you know it is him making all that scary noise

Wuwa Jien:

–A dragon that seems to have been slumbering for the last several centuries, or else people simply believe her to be really old. Her slumber has paused her growth, but her scales still grew hard and impenetrable. Her claws are dark gold and leave behind a faint glimmer on things or dragons she slashes with them.

-She is another dragon that doesn’t often interact with civilization, and just prefers to keep to her woods and fields. People began to claim that leaves grow greener while she is within the woods, and winters never last too long there either. For this, people do respect her and just leave her be. Although she isn’t social, she doesn’t shy away from people if they stumble into each other. Some people have come across her as she is laying down on some big boulder, resting or soaking in some sun, others have been there as she flew overhead, and she didn’t deny giving help to lost or distressed souls that find their way to her territory

-She is still quite formidable, and similarly to Aalto, she makes up for her lack of size with intellect and strategy

-She is another dragon that can breathe fire, like Mortefi. Her flames are really pale, almost golden and burn even hotter than Mortefi’s fire.

-Some people may find trees marked with her teeth, and some say it’s because she is marking her territory, while others say she is growing even more teeth.

-Jien is quite territorial though, and isn’t too happy when many people come and go, and even less when other dragons do so. She is quite tolerable though. She has patience and grits her teeth when someone tresspasses, giving them a chance to leave swiftly, but can sometimes make some noise to give warning to the unwanted visitors - primarily dragons. The only humans she’d give such hard treatment to are those that harm nature and litter or do any other sort of harm or are scheming to do so.

-There is a story that some people like to say that involves the General Jiyan, and it speaks of how the General went to her woods to seek her out for some assistance, but as he did arrive in the middle of the night and sh didn’t recognize him, she nearly clawed his lungs out. But from that encounter and onward, there were no fights between the two, and the army of Jinzhou never lacked in herbs from then either

-Loves to fly, and can often be seen gliding over her woods, and sometimes Jinzhou city and the surrounding mountains. It isn’t often for her to travel too far, but on rare occasions she goes to Mt. Firmament, which is more often in summer, she brings back a huge block of ice with her

-She has this big pool in the rocks of one hill, a big canopy of an oak overhead - it is a natural spring in which she is known to bathe in, and also perfect for her size.

-Doesn’t shy from human form either, and similarly to Mortefi - she prefers to do her paperwork and smaller business with human hands which are more precise, rather than claws.

Size chart and trivia:

Calcharo is the biggest one in this lineup, having both size, mass and height to him, and can easily be classified as a war dragon as well

Scar is next in line, but he is much more lanky in comparison to Calcharo

Aalto is bigger than Jien but she has him beat in the strength department

Encore, of course is the smallest one here, Aalto can easily grab her in one talon and carry her off

So far, size wise the chart would be Geshu Lin> Jiyan/Calcharo>Scar>Aalto>Jien>Jinhsi>Mortefi>Encore

Tried to base Calcharo on a more wolflike anatomy/patterns since it suits him imo. So he has shorter claws that also look like paws

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littlemissmiller · 8 months ago

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥

Pairing: billy the kid x fem!reader

Summary: you are a bartnder/saloon girl at a bar in town. when billy rides into town, he is absolutely in love with you, but takes it slow. one night you invite him home and he can’t resist you any longer

Warning: 21+ (drinking) fluff, smut, p in v, semi-rough sex (ass slapping), hickeys, oral (f receiving), aftercare, porn with a plot

Word count: 5.1k

A/N: hello friends :) first i just want to say thank you for the support! it has truly exceeded my expectations given i thought like three people were going to read my last two posts sooo thank you thank you thank you all! second, i was trying to get this out to y’all sooner, especially with season 2 being announced, but alas life be busy and i wanted to get this just right so here y’all go! a cute lil fluffy smutty billy moment. i hope to release more billy(and coryo) related content as well as other stuff soooo get excited ♥︎ ! p.s. there is a lil treat at the end ;)

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The moment you saw him ride into town, you knew you had to have him. You had seen a lot of cowboys come into town, handsome ones too. Something about Billy however, had you wondering about what the story was behind those mysterious eyes. His pretty blue eyes that pierced into your soul. He always looked at you so intently under the brim of his hat and would study you. Trying to figure you out just as much as you were with him.

Billy became a regular at the saloon and would start to stay and wait for you to walk you home. It never went beyond that. He was such a gentleman, despite how easily you would have accepted him had he offered himself to you. Little did you know that he was being patient with you because he liked you so much. His last encounter with a woman ended up being a short and fast heartbreak, which pained him at the time and made himself feel like a fool in the long term. So he had swore to himself the next time he had the inclination to want someone he thought was good enough for love, he wouldn’t rush it. He didn’t want to scare you off like the precious creature you were to him.

One morning you can’t stop thinking about him on the way to the market. Your sister was coming into town with her family and you had a big dinner to plan. As you arrived at the market, you were greeted by a familiar face.

“Well good morning, darling” Billy stated tipping his hat “What brings you into town so early?”

“Could ask you the same” you smiled “I need groceries”

“New rope for cattle ranching. Could I offer you any assistance sweetheart?”

Your heart fluttered at the pet names and your face went flush. You felt hot, your corset somehow becoming tighter, and your stomach nearly dropped. You nervously tucked your hair behind your ear.

“Well if you insist” you quipped back

Billy held your basket for you as you shopped. He eventually obtained his rope and the pair bought their goods and were on their way. Of course, Billy offered you a ride home, despite the short distance. You rode on his horse as he rode with you behind him. You loved the feeling of being able to grip onto his waist like this. A seemingly innocent action that you reveled in. And with being this close to him, you happily took in the scent of gunpowder and fresh pine wood that wafted from his shirt. He would occasionally glance over his shoulder to sneak a look at you. He smiled to himself at how pretty your eyes looked as you held onto him tightly, your basket of groceries tucked in your elbow. They arrived soon enough at your home and Billy assisted you inside.

“Well thank you Billy. Always willing to help me ain’t ya.” You smiled sweetly at him. The kind of smile that made Billy loose his thoughts. Your big doe eyes once again captured his attention.

“Of course. A lady like yourself deserves all the help in the world.”

“Why are you sweeting me up like I’m hot tea William Bonney?”

“Maybe because you are sweet. Like honey.” He smiled back, taking a step closer to you. This time, sensing your nerves, he pushed your hair back behind your ear.

“So what is all this food for anyways. Not that I would judge but it seems like a lot for a women who lives alone.”

“Got family coming in. They’ll be wanting a nice meal the first night at least.” You explained lightly gripping his bicep, rubbing his arm with your thumb.

“And I reckon you’ll need some help cooking that. Don’t you think?”

Normally you wouldn’t need the help. Especially since you enjoyed to cook and was very picky about who was in your kitchen. But with Billy asking, how could you say no.

“You don’t have somewhere better to be” she teased

“Where else better to be than with you. Besides just so happens I’m free all day, sugar.”

“Well then, I suppose I better keep ya busy. But I ain’t no nice cook. You’re going have to listen to me” you instructed

“Yes ma’am” he agreed

The two spent the whole day preparing the meal for later that evening. Billy practically danced around you all day. Using any excuse to get close to you. Whether it was reaching across you to grab a cutting knife or touching your lower back when he had a question about something, he was as bold as a man could be without crossing the line too much. Not that you didn’t want him to. His actions were more than welcomed and excited you each time he said “pardon me darling” or “I got another silly question for you dear”.

With Billy’s help, preparations took half the time it usually would. You poured a glass of whiskey for you both, as they finished the last of the preparations.

“Well I think this is well deserved. Thanks again for all the help.”

“Anytime. Thanks for the drink.” He smiled

“It’s the least I could do Billy.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be out of your hair before your family shows up.” He announced, taking a sip of his drink

“Oh don’t feel rushed.” You reassured

“I don’t want to overstay my welcome darling. Don’t worry about it.”

He finished his drink and you insist on pouring him one more, just to keep him longer. He thanked you once again for the drink, tipped his hat to you, then was on his way. He gave you one last smile over his shoulder and was off back to the ranch.

Once your sister arrived, you found it hard to concentrate on the joy of seeing your family. They were only in town for the weekend, on their way to visit your brother-in-law’s family two towns over. As excited as you were to see your sister, nephew and brother-in-law, your mind was elsewhere. And your sister noticed.

“Hey, you seem distant. Is everything alright?”

“Yes. Just lost in thought.”

“Lost in thought about what pray tell?” Your sister asks

“A man” you whispered

“You’re finally seeing someone?” Your sister, asked suspicious yet hopeful.

“Not really. I’d like to. I sure do fancy him.” You admitted

“Does he fancy you?”

“Seems to.” You guessed “I tried to make him stay and dine with us but he was too polite”

“He was here?” Your sister perked up

“He helped prepare the meal.”

“Did he now? A gentleman and a cook”

You rolled her eyes. “You know I didn’t let him get anywhere near the oven. He washed and chopped some vegetables. And helped season the beef cuts.

“What a fine young man nonetheless” Your sister smiled

The rest of the evening went by. You’re sister, her husband and their son stayed until about 8 o’clock. After they left, you went upstairs and prepared yourself for bed. You changed into a white nightgown, and your long hair falls out of your neat, tight bun. As you brushed it out at your vanity, your attention wondered back to your favorite cowboy. You couldn’t help but wonder what he could be getting up to at the moment. You desperately wished that somehow he would want to find his way back to your doorstep and come stay the night with you. You didn’t care if that was too unbecoming of a proper lady. You wanted him.

The next morning when you woke up, you headed off to see how your sister and their family were settling in for the weekend. They had rented a room at a boarding house at the end of town, you got ready and made it out the door. Once she arrived, her sister was already sat down at breakfast with her son and husband. They spotted her and invited her to join them. Another patron entered the bar and you turned to briefly look who it was. As he entered, Billy looked around for a seat and spotted you. He smiled, tipped his hat, and strode over to the bar where he took a seat.

“Is that him?” She asked and you nodded

“My word ain’t he handsome.” You’re sister exclaimed

“He looks familiar…” your sister’s husband noted as he peered at him

“That’s just because a pretty face like his stands out.” You’re sister smiled at you

The rest of the day you, along with your sister’s family, shopped for some new shirts for your nephew, some new dresses for herself, and you’re sister insisted on buying one for you to impress Billy.

“Come on! What about this blue one?” She exclaimed

She held up the dress and you examined it. It was long, ruffled, and had a square neckline that was laced in white trim. It was pretty, but something else caught your eye. A purple dress, with a sweetheart neckline. The sleeves were short, puffed out and the waist was made to look like a corset, tying snugly in the front.

“If you’re gonna get me a dress to impress Billy, then this is the one I want” You declared, striding over to the dress and showing it off to your sister.

Your sister bought you the dress and you accompanied her family back to the room they were staying in. You tried on the dress, which fit you perfectly. Your sister was practically gawking at you, in awe at how beautiful you looked in it.

“You’re so beautiful” you’re sister exclaimed

“As are you.” You rolled your eyes

“Not as beautiful as you look right now!” Your sister protested. “He’s going to love it” she whispered.

Your sister and her family left the next morning to see her husband’s parents. You bid her a goodbye and watched as she rode out of town. You decided to head into the boarding house for a quick breakfast. You enjoyed a plate of eggs and ham alone, paid, and headed back home.

“Family left this morning I see!” Billy’s voice called out to you as you stepped out of the boarding house. You whipped your head around to look at him and smiled. He was hauling two jugs of water over his back with the intention of hooking them up to his horse to bring back to the ranch. You walked towards him and he set the jugs down next to his horse. He grabbed a torn up towel from his hip and wiped the sweat from his brow. From this distance, you could see that he had already spent a hard morning working. His face was dirty, his handsome features almost hidden.

“They did. Thanks for all your help again the other day.”

“Of course. Anything for you darling.” He smiled

“You know I was thinking I really wish you had joined us the other night for dinner. They would have loved your company I’m sure.” You smiled back

“It’s fine. Don’t want to intrude.”

“Well I want to make it up to you regardless. Are you free tonight?” You asked tentatively

“I can be. Why?” He asks, taking curious steps toward you

“Well I was thinking maybe tonight you could stop by and actually have dinner. Now that everyone is gone. I thought it could be just us?” You suggested

“That’s sounds lovely darling. I get done at the ranch at sundown. I’ll swing by after. How does that sound?” He asked with a light grip under your chin. He rubbed it in between his thumb and forefinger, smiling at you lovingly.

You nodded, but Billy held his grip on you. He spoke up again. “That ok?”

“Yes. I’ll see you after sundown.” You spoke up

You silently begged for him to kiss you. You wanted to taste his lips, his salty sweat, and his tongue dancing with your own. You decided to be somewhat bold and also get a taste of what you wanted. You kissed his cheek, savoring his soft, slightly dusty flesh against your lips.

“Don’t be too late now.” You whispered into his ear. You pulled back before he had a chance to take any action. As much as you wanted to kiss him, you wanted to leave him wanting more.

You rushed home enthusiastically. You spent the rest of the day cleaning your house and making cornbread for dinner. You had some extra cuts of steak from dinner the other night and decided it would pair nicely with some potatoes, and would make a steak and potato stew, which you knew how to season just right. You were nervous, wanting everything to be perfect for him. Thankfully, you prepared for his arrival with just enough time. After putting the cornbread in the oven, and keeping the stew on a low simmer, you went to take a bath. You bathed and shaved your body. Not that you were expecting anything to happen between you and Billy tonight, but you weren’t sure what type of man he really was. How badly did Billy desire you too? You supposed you’d find out tonight.

After your bath, you adorned the purple dress you had bought with your sister. You admired yourself in the mirror and picked out a purple silk bow to match. You tied your hair half up with it and gave yourself one last look in the mirror. You were absolutely adorable and you knew it. Finally you heard a long awaited knock on your door and scurried over to answer it.

Billy stood in your doorway, nervously straightening up his vest and looking down at the bouquet of wildflowers in his hand.

“Mr. Bonney. Glad you didn’t keep a lady waiting too long. Please come in” You invited him, giving him a girlish smile

“Of course not. These are for you.” He replied handing you the flowers. You gladly took them and he watched your expression as you did, noting how cute you looked as your lips curled up into a wider smile.

“Always such a gentleman. Can I get you a drink?” You asked

“A whiskey would be great.”

You poured him a glass of the brown liquor and he took it as he sat down on your couch.

“You seem like you had a long day.” You remarked

“I did. But glad that you invited me over. Makes it worthwhile.”

“Then I should invite you over more often”

“You should.” He agreed, taking a sip of his drink.

You poured yourself your own glass and joined Billy on the couch. You scooted close to him, your knees barely grazing.

“So…” he started pushing your hair behind your ears. “Tell me about your day.”

“It wasn’t anything special. Just spent the whole day getting things ready for this handsome cowboy.” You whispered knowingly

“Oh really? Sounds like you were working hard too hmm?” He remarks

“Not too hard. As long as he likes my cornbread then it will all be worth it.” You smirked

“I’m sure he will.”

You sipped on your whiskey without taking your eyes away from the piercing blue ones in front of you. You batted your eyes at him and moved closer. Just as you felt as if you’re about to lose yourself in his eyes, the smell of cornbread fills the room, indicating that it was done. You excused yourself and took them out of the oven. You also take the opportunity, while you are up, to completely turn off the oven and blew out the flame under the stew so it doesn’t boil over. You walk back to him, sitting even closer.

“Hungry?” You ask

“I-I hate to be rude but…” Billy started leaning in closer. “I just…Can I please kiss you darling?”

You nodded and closed your eyes in anticipation, but Billy needed verbal permission from you. To hear it, to make sure that it’s what you wanted from him. He didn’t move in, but simply danced his thumb over your lower lip, waiting for you to speak.

“Yes Billy, please kiss me.” You gasped

He swooped in, capturing your mouth. He held your chin delicately in his hand, tilting your face up more. He kissed you deeply, not wanting to break away. He finally had you. Finally got to feel you in some way and he wanted more. Damned be any dinner, despite his hunger he felt, he was hungry for something else. He moved his lips with your own, hoping that his movements didn’t come off as too needy. Just before he pulled back entirely, he placed a few sweet, quick pecks to your lips then, he smiled at you.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for that.” He remarked

“As have I” you breathed

Billy dove back in. His soft lips danced with yours again. He cupped your face fully, eliciting a moan against his mouth that made him smirk in satisfaction. His thumbs caressed your cheeks, touching you as if you were made of glass. He was in awe of the moment he found himself in. Having you all to himself like this was exhilarating. You moved to straddle him, your dress pushing up against your thighs as you did. Billy splayed his hands over your newly exposed skin, inhaling sharply as he touched you. You were soft, legs freshly shaved during your bath, which Billy noticed. He snaked his fingers through your hair and admired you on his lap like this. It made his length twitch against your core.

“Billy, ain’t you hungry?” You asked softly

“I’m starving sweetheart, but I’m only hungry for one thing at the moment.”

Billy recaptured your lips, pressing his firmly against your own. He continued to cup your face, holding you like he never wanted to let you go. You sighed into him and rolled your hips against his crotch. He moaned at your actions and sprung into action. Billy moved to stand, gripping your ass, hoisting you up. You gasped as he moved, clinging to him. He loved the way you held him and loved that he was strong enough to hold you like he was. It made his chest swell with pride.

“Where is-“ Billy started

“To the left” you huffed

Billy carried you to your bedroom, kicking the door behind him and tossing you onto the bed. He stood at the edge of the bed, pulling his suspenders off his shoulders, all the while never breaking eye contact with the beautiful girl in front of him. He smirked as you stared up at him, gawking in awe. You slowly sat up until you were on your knees. You placed your hands around the sides of his neck as he snaked his own behind your back. He was quick to untie the thin string that held your dress up. It fell past your shoulders and you gasped at the cool sensation of the room. He brushed the rest of your dress down, revealing your bare breasts to him. He dove in, groping them and massaging them, while he pressed deliberate kisses to your chest. The soft mounds of skin fit perfectly in his hands. Both hands giving you the amount of attention and pleasure you deserved.

You arched your back at the sensation, shoving your chest further into his face, which Billy very much enjoyed. He continued kissing your chest fervently. Feeling bold and drowning in lust, Billy started to leave marks all over your chest. He sucked and bit down on your flesh, causing you to mewl.

“Billy” you whispered

Billy gave your chest a few quick kisses before pushing you back onto the bed. He undid the buttons of his shirt before tossing it off. He climbed back on top of you. He stroked the side of your face gently, admiring the pretty girl below him. He glanced down to your chest, equally admiring your bruises. He slipped the rest of your dress off, stripping you of everything. Bare before him, you felt timid and vulnerable. You had been with men before. A few men in town had fancied you, but also fancied other girls at the same time. As you laid under the handsome cowboy, you were utterly breathless and anticipatory. Billy splayed his hands over your stomach, grabbing the fat of your hips.

“So gorgeous like this. More beautiful than I imagined.”

“You imagined me like this?”

“From time to time. I just couldn’t help myself darling.”

You gasped with a small smirk at the confession. The feeling of being wanted in that way made your core throb. Billy had imagined you like this several times in fact. He would imagine you bare for him as you are now, begging for him to touch you, taste your sweetness, and the feeling of you around his cock. Billy found himself more and more thinking about you in such an intimate way. He couldn’t help but get off to the idea of you. And now he had you all to himself, caged in under him. He palmed his now hard, aching cock through his pants.

“What else did you imagine…with me?” you whispered

He cocked his head, his jaw going slack as he looked at you with amusement. He leaned back down and kissed your cheek.

“Why don’t I just show you?”

You bit your lip in anticipation. Billy began to kiss down your body, each kiss feather light and delicate. You were sensitive to his touch, flinching slightly as each kiss landed on you. When he reached your hip bone he sucked down to leave another scandalous mark. You shuttered at his actions, and slithered your fingers through his hair. He finally made his way down, down, down, until he reached your thighs. He spread your legs apart, roughly and greedily groping the meaty flesh. He began to suck. The idea of marking you up so much drove him crazy. He liked leaving you with the small reminders of the pleasure he gave you.

“Billy!” You gasped “why you leaving so many marks on me?” You raked your fingers through his chocolate brown waves and gave him a curious look.

“You wanted to know what I was thinking about when I was getting off to you right?”

She nodded her head.

“I thought of you branded like this. I just want you to remember every spot I touched you at. So you know this ain’t no dream.”

Lazily, you nodded your head. His lips trailed closer and closer to your core. He glances up at you for approval and you nod. Billy moves his mouth to capture your wetness. He lapped you up, his lips practically making out with your sweetness. Your hips moved in his face slightly. You couldn’t help it, the pleasure he brought you was overwhelming. Billy didn’t seem to mind too much however and you became aware of how much he was enjoying you.

“Christ Billy, I’ve never been with a man who loved to taste a woman this much.”

Billy pulls away with a gasp, looking up at you with the most dazed out look in his eyes. As he smirked, you noticed how wet his mouth is covered in your juices.

“That’s cause they ain’t real men, sugar.” He gave the inside of your thigh a few sloppy kisses, resting his head against it. He groped the soft skin greedily. He trailed his fingers over your clit, rubbing gently on the sensitive bundle of nerves. You cooed at him, squirming slightly. He grinned against you.

“You gonna let me keep tasting you then?”

You nodded your head and he kissed your clit. His passion overtook him as he sucked and swirled his tongue on your core. You watched him, transfixed on the way his mouth moved against you. You let out a few shaky breaths, gripping his hair harder. Your head fell against your pillow and you let your body unwind. As he ate you out, all you could do was moan and grind against his face. Billy did truly love tasing a woman like this. Especially a woman such as yourself. The sweetness, how wet they got. How their thighs would quiver around his cheeks. He loved it. Which is exactly what he loved when he was pleasing you. Especially the way in which you fell apart under his tongue. Billy was satisfied watching you like this. But he craved more. As did you. He pressed a few more fervent kisses to your slit then pulled away. He crawled up on his knees.

Billy worked feverishly to undo his belt, his hand trembling slightly. He quickly wriggled out of his pants, taking his boxers with him. Grabbing the base of his cock, Billy lined himself up with your slit. You moaned as he coated himself in your wetness, diving into your weeping entrance. Billy pressed in slowly, then bottoming out. He took a moment to feel you around him before he began to move his hips.

Lust over took his sensibilities and all he wanted to do was keep you here, caged under him, inside you all night. Billy quickened his pace at the thought. His actions elicited beautiful moans that rolled off your lips. Billy reveled in the fact that he could play you like a guitar as you continued to let him know how good he felt. A devilish grin curled up in the corner of his lips and he scoffed in amusement.

“Oh my god you’re so beautiful.” he whispered gently

He looked down at you with curiosity and amazement. He wondered just what else he could do to you. What else he could coax out of you. He trailed his hand down your stomach until his thumb was pressed firmly on your needy clit. He rubbed tight circles, enjoying you as you writhed, once again, under his touch. He did his best to keep your back on the bed, pressing a hand to your pelvis. The movement of his thumb was almost overwhelming. You were completely under his control, despite the seemingly involuntary movements of your hips bucking up against his hand.

“S-s-so good Billy. Please just like that.” You groaned as he sat up on his knees, readjusting his angle.

He gripped your ankles and tossed them on his shoulder. He kissed down your ankle and along your calf. You decided to take some control and moved your hips with his rhythm as he pumped into you. He ducked his head down, squeezed his eyes and let out a groan. His jaw went slack and he glared down at you. He slowed down his movement and tossed your legs back down on the bed. You gasped in confusion. Billy let a knowing grin sit on his face as he maneuvered your hips and waist, flipping you on your stomach. He kissed your shoulder and down your back, each kiss sending an electric current up your spine and shoulder blade. Then, with one hand on your upper back, he lowered you down.

Billy adjusted you so you were on perfect display for him. He admired your perfect, round little ass perked up for him. He slipped back into you, pulling your hips toward his. He gripped onto your waist with one hand and gave your ass a firm slap with the other. You yelped and Billy gave you another one. He wasted no time moving inside you at a quick, tempered pace. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, so he simply enjoyed the view and fucked you with a satisfied grin on his face. You squirmed and whined under him. You could feel yourself becoming undone. His free hand wandered down your spine, tracing your body to memory. His touch was toxic, his fingers felt like fire. He continued to rock into you. He loved the way you bounced against him, and he filled you up so good too.

Your collective moans filled the room, and soon enough Billy was pulling out and readjusting you one last time. He made you stand up for a moment while he crawled under you. He rested his head against the headboard and patted his thighs. You nodded your head, swinging your legs around his waist. You slowly sank onto his cock, your ass landing down with a small plop. You bit your lip and watched Billy’s face melt into pure ecstasy as you rode him. He loved having your breasts bounce in his face like this. He groped them and sucked them as you continued taking him. You tried to steady yourself on him, cupping his face as you rocked your hips. You lean in and kiss him, his lips felt hot and dangerous now. His hands travel up your back, holding you close to him.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.” He panted “How long I’ve wanted you.”

All you could do is nod. He smiled, and returned your lips back to his own. He held your hips and began to move them a bit faster. He was close and so were you. Your stomach began to tighten, your legs felt weak and before you knew it you were shaking around him. Billy pulls his face away to watch you. He gawked at your fucked out form on top of him. It nearly sent him over the edge. A few more hard bounces and he was spent. Billy spilled himself inside you, panting as you tamed your breathing.

“Fuck.” He groaned sharply.

You both settled down from your high, breathing in sync as you rested your sweaty forehead against his. He kissed your jaw and cheek, regaining his composure. You chanted his name like a prayer, whispering it into his ear.

“Mmm yes baby?”

“Th-that was so good. You’re so good.”

He nodded in agreement and kissed you once again before he spoke.

“Say darling, would it be too forward of me to ask to spend the night?” He asked

“I would want nothing more than to share my bed with you Mr. Bonney” you smirked

“You sure doll? I know how townsfolk like to gossip and peg beautiful women such as yourself with such nasty names. I just want to be sure-“ he started but you cut him off with a deep, passionate kiss

“Does that answer your question?”

He nodded lazily, a goofy, boyish smile planted on his face. With that he stayed. You crawled off his lap and the pair settled under the sheets. He held you in his arms, playing with your hair until you fell asleep. He kissed your forehead occasionally as you slept, continuing to stroke your hair, until sleep found him as well and he rested his head against yours, holding you close all night long.

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Run Rabbit Run .11

Yandere!Eustass Kidd x F!Reader

Warnings: Angst, depression, pregnancy, mentions of death, very weird pregnancy cravings from reddit

A/N: yeet, have this. Its is very short compared to all the other chapters ive done on this series. I'll add links and shit after i wake up to go to work. (Chopper: small orange) (Nami: regular orange) (Kidd: small red) (Luffy: regular red)

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5 pt.6 pt.7 pt.8 pt.9 pt.10 pt.11

~~~

It had only been two days since you’ve reunited with the Straw Hats at Sabaody when you got the news. Having the newspaper fall into your hands with those big, bold letters yelling at you felt gut-wrenching. Once more, the worst came true.

‘G-5 Wiped Out By The Kidd Pirates! No Known Survivors!’

‘The Navy group G-5 had sent out a distress call yesterday night, claiming they were under attack. Captain Tashigi sent out the call in a frenzy, saying that the ship was on fire. As she kept the Navy Headquarters on the line, we hear Vice Admiral Smoker tell her to run and hide. Which is the last we hear from him.’

‘Only when it seems Tashigi was discovered is when we know the culprits for the attack. There seemed to be a struggle before we fully hear the Captain of the Kidd Pirates speak through the transponder snail.’

“I know where she is, and no one is going to stand in my way.”

‘Captain Tashigi’s body has not been found.’

Dropping the papers to the ground, the urge to vomit felt overwhelming. Turning to the railing, you hurled up your lunch as everyone began to ask what was wrong.

“(Y/N)! Are you okay? What’s wrong?” Nami’s voice did little to pierce through the clouds of thoughts in your head. Looking down, Nami saw the newspaper you had just read. “G-5? This is a navy group what-oh, this is about those two marines we saw in Alabasta!” More of the Straw Hats gather around the paper.

“Ooh! What does it say?” Chopper says as he gets picked up by Robin to see.

“It says…” Nami's voice trails off as her face drops in horror. “That they’ve been killed.” An icy silence falls over the Thousand Sunny.

“What? No way!” Grabbing the paper, you see Luffy’s face drop before going blank. “That red-headed bastard.” Gripping the paper tightly, Luffy almost tears it apart.

“But I don’t understand. Why did he attack G-5?” You let out a shaky exhale as you looked over your shoulder.

“Cause they were the ones who brought me back to Sabaody. I managed to escape Kidd again and floated in a barrel on the ocean for about seven hours before they found me. They didn’t know I was a Straw Hat, but they took care of me. They were the ones to help me in the first trimesters of my pregnancy.” Biting your lip, you grip the railing as your eyes grow glassy. “They knew Kidd was after me, and they still helped me. They taught me to fight and how to use my devil fruit powers. Every night, I begged some higher power that he’d leave them alone or not even find out about them."

You feel a hand on your back. “(Y/N), it’s not your fault. Please don’t blame yourself for something Kidd’s done.” Hiccups slip from your lips as tears stream across your skin and into the ocean water below.

“But now they're dead! They wouldn’t have died if they hadn’t helped me! Why does everyone I care about die?” The familiar tingling feeling covers your body as a similar ZAP ring in your ears.

“Ah!”

You see Nami rip her hand away. “I’m sorry, Nami! I didn’t mean to! God, I can’t do anything without hurting the people I care about!” more sobs fly past your lips as electricity slithers around your body.

Rubber limbs wrap around you as Luffy pulls you into a tight embrace. The lightning that surrounded you did nothing to your captain. “(Y/N). I promise you that I’ll kill that man, and you’ll never have to live in fear again.” The zapping stopped as Luffy hugged you.

“Thank you. Please don't let me go back. I can’t go back.” More arms wrap around you.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be safe with us.” While Robin's words gave you a sense of comfort, it wasn’t much. If Kidd was truly able to wipe out an entire Marine group like it was an ant under his boot, then what would he do to the Straw Hats?

Whether you wanted to accept it or not didn’t matter. Kidd wasn’t far and was coming to grab what he believed was rightfully his.

~~~

“(Y/N)? Can I come in?” Nami’s voice cuts through the silence that was suffocating.

“Yeah.” the sound of the door opening and the light entering the room woke you up more. Her footsteps echo throughout the room before you feel a dip at the end of your bed,

“How are you feeling? Any better?”

“No.” You whisper as you curl up more. “The gnawing feeling is only getting worse.”

Sighing, Nami scoots closer to you. “You can tell me if something is bothering you.” She tries to reassure you.

With a shaky breath, you barely tell her the chaos going on in your mind.

“I almost forgot you.”

“What?” She asks, confused.

“There was an incident when I was with Kidd. I hit my head super hard to the point I could’ve died. And the sheer intensity of the hit caused me to have severe amnesia. I didn’t even remember that it was Kidd who attacked my island.” Your voice was soft as you continued. “He told me he saved me. And I believed him. He made himself sound so trustworthy. He fed me lies. Built up a whole relationship for me to believe. And it almost caused me to miss our meet-up. If it wasn’t for someone on the inside who was helping me.”

“Really? Who was it?”

Looking away, you stay quiet for a moment. “I'd rather not talk about it.”

“That’s okay. We don’t have to if you don’t want to.” You nod.

“There's a small, sickening part of me, a part of me that I wish would go away, that misses him.” Gripping the blankets tightly, you grimace. “I know he made up so many lies, but the five months I lost my memory, I remember being so happy.”

“No one is gonna hate you for that (Y/N).” Nami rubs your back.

“It’s been six months. Why can’t I get over it? Why can’t I get over him after all he’s done? Why is my body still cold at night, no matter how many blankets I have? Why do I still have dreams where I love him and want nothing but him?” As your voice grew quieter with each word, guilt continued to eat at you.

“Sometimes our brain works in silly ways, despite how cruel it is. It’s not uncommon for victims like you to experience this. So please don’t think your alone.”

“Even when I’m not thinking about him, I always feel like something's missing. I try so hard to be happy and ignore these feelings, but they eat me up every day. And I hate it. I hate how I can’t go a day without crying.” Your words become shaky as you bite your lip.

“(Y/N)...you have been through so much. No one’s going to hate you for crying. All the tears you shed are justified.”

Letting out a sniffle, you hold your pillow tighter. “I know you're right…so why can’t I accept it? Why do I feel like this? I have so many questions, and it makes my heart heavy—almost all of it unbearable.”

“And yet here you are, alive and pushing through the pain. Even if you don't see it, you're much stronger than you give yourself credit for. Your parents would be proud, even if they're not here to say it.”

“You think so?”

Nami nods. “And the people who hate you for Kidd’s actions don’t deserve your tears. They’ll never know how strong you truly are. Your one of the strongest people I know. Even through hell and high water, you're here.”

You stay silent for a moment. “Do you think I’ll be a good mother?”

“I think you’ll be great.” Hearing Nami’s words, you smiled with tears.

“You're so sweet, and you're all so kind.” Tears slightly slip down your cheeks. “Why am I crying? I’m happy, so why am I crying?” You say through tears.

“Pregnancy’s rough.” Nami chuckles before looking out the window. “I’ll let you get some more sleep, so sleep well, okay?”

“Will do.” You salute with a chuckle of your own.

~~~

“That’s a first.” Robin laughs as she watches you chow down on grilled cheese with pickles in it while dipping it in maple syrup.

“Ew, that looks gross-” A WACK could be heard throughout the dining room as Sanji cut Zoro off.

“Shut up, moss head! She eats what she wants!” While they begin to argue, you can’t help but continue to eat your food, the weird textures satisfying your cravings.

“Is it good?”

“I think so. Why? Wanna try some?” Tearing a part off, you give some to Luffy. You watch as he inhales the piece you handed out to him. The whole table laughed as Luffy gagged.

“Why are you eating that?! It’s like poison!”

“It’s called pregnancy cravings. Many pregnant women have them. It’s very common in the first and second trimesters of pregnancy. They do leave closer to the early trimester, but it’s not always the case.” A chuckle leaves your lips as you watch Luffy listen to Chopper's words.

“Wow! What other weird cravings have you had?”

“Well, before I came back to Sunny, I couldn’t get enough of tuna sandwiches with oreos crushed in them.” You answer, slightly embarrassed.

The conversations about your pregnancy cravings could have gone on for hours before you began to have a terrible feeling in your chest. Like something was wrong, but you couldn’t put your finger on it. The seas were clear, and there was no sign of another boat in sight, so why were you feeling this way?

Probably because it’s only been two days since you’ve left G-5, and Kidd had already found them. Which, in turn, means he found you.

Even if the seas were clear now, how long would they be? Whether you’d admit it or not, you knew Kidd was coming. And with him was the blood of the people he’s killed just to get you back to him. All the guilt soon began to flood through you again, but you didn’t want to show the others and ruin the joyful mood around you.

You couldn’t help but be jealous of all your friends around you. They all looked so happy while you silently wallowed in your misery, drowning in your fear of the unknown. You didn't know if when you closed your eyes, you’d open them and see fire surrounding you as Kidd attacked The Sunny or that you’d wake up and see yourself stuck back into the small dark room that Kidd held you captive in.

“(Y/N) are you okay?”

“Hmm? Oh, uh, yeah. Just thinking.” You lie, hoping it’ll be enough.

“If you say so.”

“I promise, Robin, I’m okay. I’m simply thinking about names.” Again, you lie hopefully to put Robin at peace.

“Really?!” Jumping up and down in his seat, Chopper looks at you excitedly. “What are they?!”

While you didn’t have names for the actual baby in your tummy, you had names for the baby you would’ve had with your fiance if they were still alive to this day. “Well, there are (....), (.....), and (....) if they’re a girl, and (.....) or (.....) for a boy.”

“Oh, I like them! Especially the last girl's name.”

“That’s nice to hear. I’m glad.” It was nice to hear how you and your fiance's choices of names were liked. It brought a warm feeling to your chest and helped calm the internal storm inside you—if only a little bit.

~~~

“Princess, where are you?” The sickening sing-song voice of Kidd invades your ears.

‘Oh my god, please no. This can’t be happening.’ Covering your mouth, you hide in the Sunny’s kitchen closet.

“You can’t hide forever. You know I’ll find you.” His voice gets louder as the sound of his boots makes your heart speed up. How did he know you were in the kitchen? Where were the others? How did he even get on the Sunny?

The sound of his boots stopping right in front of the locked door had your blood running cold. There was a sickening silence outside the door, and it made you sick to your stomach.

The bright lights of the kitchen hit your shaking form as Kidd’s shadow soon took over the small hiding spot. You look up in horror and see Kidd’s amber eyes looking down at you. A crazy and sinister smile played against his painted lips.

“There you two are.” With a rough grab, Kidd brings you to your feet and pulls you close. “I’ve been looking for you two for a long time.” The smell of sake and fresh blood invades your nose.

“No, you can come back where you belong by my side. No one here to save you now, princess.”

Your eyes shoot open as you quickly look around, terror filling you as you fear you were no longer on the Thousand Sunny. But thankfully, the sound of a giggling Luffy, Ussop, and Chopper calmed your nerves. Taking a deep breath, you close your eyes and try to go back to sleep.

But as time passed, no amount of counting sheep helped you go back to sleep. All you could think about was the nightmare. It had felt so real. It felt as if his skin had really touched your own. That his presence was really there, even if it was only a dream, you felt dirty. His ‘skin’ touching yours, his hands covered in the blood of hundreds who opposed him. Innocent lives were taken simply because you were no longer trapped in his insanity.

And knowing it ate you alive.

The incident at Halyard Island still plagues you months later. A whole island burned to the ground just like your own. Not to mention the blame they put on you. Even though you know, there was nothing that could have foreseen such a tragedy. It also unfortunately became a reoccurring nightmare. Every time you saw the little boy you had met that day surrounded in flames, calling out to his mom. When you go to try and save him, the flames grow brighter as you're stuck in place. Watching him call out for his mom. The flames would get hotter and hotter as screams of terror echoed around you. Causing you to wake up in a cold sweat.

The nightmare was way more consistent when the incident first happened. But thankfully, it’s not as common as it used to be. Instead of five times a week, it only happened three to four times a month now.

But that didn’t mean all the nightmares stopped together. You had more nightmares than you did nights where you had nothing. Each one leaves you in a cold sweat when you awake from them. Shaking and scanning the room in fear, you were on the Victoria Punk instead of the Thousand Sunny. You had bags under your eyes from the lack of sleep, not including being pregnant. You were even more tired than someone usually would be. At least that's how you felt.

Getting up from your bed, you let out a sigh. Your body hurt, and you just couldn’t wait for the entire pregnancy to be over. No more having to go to the bathroom twenty-four-seven, constant body pains, and nausea. The day couldn’t come fast enough.

KNOCK KNOCK

The sudden sound of knocking makes you more alert. “Hello?! Uh, come in?” As you try to calm down your heart, you see Robin and Chopper enter.

“Oh, Robin! Chopper! How can I help you guys?” You watch as they look at each other in the eyes before looking at you. “Is something wrong?”

“There’s something you need to see.” Holding out her hand, Robin looks towards you. Carefully, you took her hand in yours. A horrible feeling runs through you as soon as you grab her hand. You feel Chopper grab your other hand.

They lead you to the deck where everyone else surrounds a transponder snail. All their faces filled with anger, and clenching their fists as they stare at Luffy, who holds the mic.

“How the hell are you able to call this snail?” Luffy’s voice has you breaking a sweat as you walk down the stairs. You can’t hear the voice on the other line or what they're saying, but it dug a crippling fear in your heart as your mind soared.

“You have a lot of nerve calling my ship and threatening my crew members.” The venom dripping from Luffy’s words has goosebumps on your skin.

“Who is he talking to?” You whisper to Robin. She turns her gaze to you before finally leading you close enough to hear the voice beyond the other line.

“Listen here, you bastard. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll turn around now. Cause the moment I see you, I’m going to kill you for all you’ve done to (Y/N).”

Covering your mouth, you feel lightheaded as you hear his voice.

“I’d like to see you try Straw Hat. I’m going to take (Y/N) back, and the moment I do, I’m going to make you regret stealing from me. Stealing what’s mine.”

“Oh my god.” Your body shakes in its spot.

“She’s not going anywhere with you, Eustass Kidd. I’ll make sure that you’ll never even see her before killing you.”

“Listen here, you little shit, I’m taking her back, and I’ll kill every one of you pathetic Straw Hats. No one, not even the devil, can stop me from taking her back."

You walk over to Luffy, trying to gather confidence before tapping his shoulder. As Luffy turns to you, the look of hatred and rage bubbling in his eyes. “Can I?” As soon as Luffy sees you, his features soften, but not by much.

“Are you sure? You don’t have to.” He whispers to you, yet you nod. There are just so many things you have to ask. Sending a nod in return, Luffy gives you the transponder snail.

“Hello, Kidd.”

“Ah, well, if it isn’t my princess. What a surprise to hear your voice so soon. Thought I’d have to wait just a little longer.” Even if he wasn’t with you, you could practically envision the wide smile on his face.

“How are you able to call us?”

"That doesn’t matter, princess. What matters now is that I found you. After months of looking for you, I finally found you.” The insanity in his voice slipped through the phone, making your chest beat harder.

“Where are you?” I ask as I look around but see nothing. The seas clear as the sun began to set.

“That's not important right now, but I just know you’ll see me soon. And when you do, I’m going to grab you and never let you go.” You're left speechless as you listen to him. “I’ll hold you close and make you watch as I kill off every single Straw Hat before your eyes.”

“You can’t! I won’t let you!” Kidd chuckles from the other side, making a shiver run down your spine.

“Oh, but I will. And when I do, you and our unborn child will be right back where you belong. And you and I both know that you're at a dead end. No more running away from me, princess. I suggest getting ready and packed.” His nonchalant attitude brings you over the edge.

“I won’t be going anywhere! I’m my own person, not an object!” Gripping the snail tight, you yell into the snail. “I won’t let you near my friends or my baby!”

“You know, that’s almost the same thing that Vice Admiral Smoker said before Killer took care of him for me. Went down like a sack of bricks!” Laughter rang through the line, making you ball your hands into fists.

“What did you do to Tashigi? The paper said they never found her body. So what did you do to her?”

“You mean four eyes? Well, that’s actually something I was gonna discuss with you about.” You can practically hear the smirk on his lips. “She’s alive, but her life is in your hands.”

“What? What do you mean?”

“I’ll spare her pathetic life if you come back to me without a fight. But if you don’t, then I’ll kill her.”

“B-Bullshit!” Looking at the snail, you feel a brand new burden on your shoulders. “How do I know you're not lying to me?”

“I thought you might say that, princess.” Scuffling comes from the other side before a door opens and closes. “Oi! Wake up four eyes. You’ve got a person wanting to talk to you.”

A raspy voice answers the phone. “H-Hello?”

“Tashigi?!”

“You're really alive! I thought you were dead!” You cry through the phone. “I’m so happy you're alive!”

“See? I told you she’s alive. And if you come to me like a good girl, she’ll stay that way. But if not, you can say goodbye to Tashigi." His words cause your plan with the Straw Hats to turn upside down. If you don’t come to him willingly, he’ll kill Tashigi, but if you don’t fight back, he’ll kill the Straw Hats. Or hell, he’d try to kill the Straw Hats no matter what you choose. Plus, how are you so sure he’d keep his word? All of it made it feel like your heart and chest would burst.

“Why? Why are you doing this to me?” You clutch your chest as you wait for a response.

“Because people do crazy things when they're in love. And fortunately for you, I am.”

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#one piece x reader #eustass kid x reader #eustass captain kid x reader

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kuruminomimi · 13 days ago

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New Sims OC Set

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Hinata was just a regular hikkikomori, until he died of a heart attack caused by stress of his manga deadlines.

He was reincarnated into the world of the otome game that his sister made him play in high school.

The world was set in a fantasy land, with magic and kingdoms. The MC was a orphaned commoner who got a scholarship into a prestigious magical academy.

Hinata was reincarnated into the body of Leon, the MC’s butler. He was told by the goddess of the world that for him to return to the real world, he must have the MC fall in love with him, without knowing his true identity. If anyone else knew his true identity, something truly horrific would happen.

Hinata is relieved by this, since Leon has the most difficult romance route and he doesn’t want to go back to a world where he was a hikkikomori. However, the MC seems set on romancing him!?

Unknown to Hinata, all of the other main characters were also reincarnated people… and Leon, was the favorite of new MC.

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My first OC set inspired by stereotypical reincarnation stories. I might make more OC sets if I’m not busy.

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Yuto Fujiwara

Bloody Clothes

2. Florian Arzt

Outfit

Earrings

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Hinata Hidaka

Earrings

Headphones

Glasses

Tracksuit

2. Leon Barros

Earrings

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Minoru Fukuzawa

Lip Piercings

Knit and Necklace

Earrings

Jeans

2. Stellan Ljungborg

Earrings

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Aiko Kanzaki

Top

Skirt

Stockings

Boots

Choker

2. Mia Abbandonato

Dress

Earrings and Choker

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orenjikaraka · 1 year ago

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After Dark

Miguel O’hara x reader angst

Summary: Miguel was on a mission with this new villain (well beast) and this beast had parasites killing people and other spiders that would try to stop it, it got so bad that Miguel has to kill the creature, Miguel gets a parasite during the process, everyone from that universe cheered for saving them, but at what cost of a parasite slowly killing him in the process. Miguel tried to not panic and went back home… but when he got “home” (your apartment) a heavy thud was heard, which woke you up from your long day of being a spider-woman.

parasite: this parasite makes you nauseous, you won’t be able to eat regular foods (if ya eat food, you’ll instantly throw up what you eat), your only available to eat is meat, but mostly blood, can’t get up regularly, if ya do, you get dizzy spells and instance migraines (it feels like your head is spitting), it’s hard to breathe, but when you try to sit up it feels like there’s thorns in your lungs, your body trembling with aches…

Warnings: blood, puke, puking blood, anxiety, vulnerability, s/o has nipple piercings, some nudity, drinking blood (from the neck), sick Miguel, and swearing

I have a pain kink, I like seeing men feeling vulnerable…

Also Miguel and s/o are really good friends, like very fondly close to give each other kisses on the neck or cheek, also also s/o can see people’s inner thoughts but not love or lust, that would be cheating if ya can say~

Miguel’s thoughts are red, your’s is violet, but also please leave a comment if I wrote some Spanish words wrong, I don’t speak Spanish… enjoy!

Word count: 7k

A heavy thud was heard in your living room, it was 2 in the morning, your spider senses was telling you it was another spider, so you didn’t freak out as much, you got your cute warm slippers on, and rub your tired eyes to wake yourself up more, your drowsiness was telling you to go back to sleep, until your ears heard a voice.

“Dios mio…” he breathed out

‘Miguel?’ why is Miguel here. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind the leader of the fucking spider society in my living room, but we barely talked, well does he talk to anybody; there’s Peter B. and his cute daughter Mayday, but he always gives annoyance vibes towards Peter, but compared to Mayday, he gives a gruff face but you can see sincerely in his eyes.

She slowly got up and opened her door and saw Miguel, he was panting heavily, like he was struggling to breathe, each time he breathe, he would hic each time, his talons were digging into you carpet but you couldn’t care less. You quietly rush towards him.

“Miguel-“

“Stop-“ his voice was wobbly, his mask was getting hard to breathe through, he unclawed his right talon and tried to peel his masked off, but his hand was shaking tremendously, “Mierda- Mi—“, you notice his struggle and you moved your hands and tarred his mask off, ripped glitches were trying to replace what was being tarred, but Miguel pressed his chest sloppy and and it stopped reforming.

Miguel’s hair was drenched in sweat he was panting like a mess, his chest was rapidly increasing pace, he was staring at your ceiling, clenching his red eyes here and there.

“Miguel… what happened-“

“I— it’s hard to explain…” he panted

She gently put her hand on his cheek, “Miguel! Your like a furnace!” She whispered yelled, “your baking in your suit, let me-“

Miguel shook his head violently and tried to sit up, but stopped mid way, and growled in pain, he clenched his teeth, grinding together like rocks grinding against each other.

“Fuck… this— parasite-“ he pled, he laid back down and looked around his body, you saw something small moving under his suit, or skin. You looked worried, so you moved and put your thighs under his head, while he was panicking to find it, you lightly push his head on your lap, he widened his eyes and look up at you.

“Wa- what the shock are you doin- (Y/n)-“

“Is.. it this…”

You gently touch the small moving bump on his shoulder, it hiss, which made Miguel clenched his eyes shut, he growled in agony, and grabbed your wrist, his hold was tight, his talons slightly digging in your skin,

“sto- stop—“

“Sorry—“

Everything felt silent, only things that made noise was the clicking of your clock over the kitchen fridge, or Miguel’s light panting, before Miguel noticed his grip on you still, the little parasite moved again, he let go and got ready to dig it out of his skin…. Until Lyla appeared in a blink of a eye.

“STOP!”

“Lyla….” Miguel growled

“Hey don’t go off killing yourself just yet!”

Miguel froze up and looked at Lyla like she was delusional.

“Lyla…” he slowly put his right hand to his nose, “if this is one of your sick jokes again I swear-“

“I’m not! If ya kill that thing or even snag it out, it would kill you. They’re like a second heart if you know what I mean.”

“So if he or I kill it or ya know, he would die instantly. How-“

“The parasite would feel threatened and bite him 0.0001 seconds before you can even touch it. The venom runs straight to your heart, you’ll-“

“Die” Miguel spoke

Everyone went silent, Miguel felt his muscles tense which made his body aches more, he felt frustrated, and you felt lost, heh- it’s pathetic actually, someone from the spider society is dying in your very house, someone that never talked to anyone, gets annoyed easily from even being around normal people, isolates himself with his high tech monitors and his little cute ai nagging him, to watch his health and well-being of being a leader. Until… I showed up. Everyone thought of me as the wannabe spider, the spider that wanted to save everyone and every spec around, until they knew that I murdered my first villain, that’s why everyone thinks I’m a wannabe or knew that I would soon become one, each spider looked at me weird or terrified because I murdered a couple of villains, it’s not my fault I wanted to be the very first anti-spider. It wasn’t my fault that people called me a false spider…well Miguel never thought of me like that, some missions he would talk to me, sometimes I would sneak around the vents of the spider society to explore more but fell right into Miguel’s quarters, he wasn’t mad, he was surprised, because how talented I was to be so quiet going through the vents, when we have meetings… he would have sincerity in his eyes on me, like he wanted yell at everyone that would give me a bad glare…

I was a spider-woman in his eyes, even if it was hard to express it, in his own way…

“Miguel…” you spoke

“(Y/n)…” he open his eyes and looked at you, you had a small frown, he thought he just broke your- no- “his”little spider. In little small fragments of shattered crystal shards.

“Your going to be ok- right?!” (Y/n) whispered

Miguel felt like he was being punished, punished for getting hurt, punished for getting sick, punished for slowly dying in your very own fucking house.

“Chica, I’ll be ok…” he put a hand on your cheek, talons already gone, he felt weak, he felt vulnerable, but… you’ll never judge a book by it cover, even if it’s scraped a little.

She gave a soft gentle giggle, “I’m not some chica, Mig. I’m 26.”

He scuffed, even when his lungs burns, “well… I’m 37. So your still just a small spider, chica…”

While Lyla was looking silently through her tiny monitors, she felt like crying because how Miguel is generally happy being around you, you don’t know it… but Miguel loves you, even when he denies it when Lyla questions it; he can’t keep his eye off you, when you two cross paths, when he suddenly talks about you out of nowhere, when— when… he thinks out loud if you would actually like him back, even if it’s a small like, just a smidge, maybe even a mere small spec, he’ll try and try again to make you his, to have you in his arms for comfort, that won’t judge his problems, that won’t think he’s just a weak bastard of how vulnerable he can be around you… he feels… intoxicated around you, like you are some kind of dose that is not his normal routine of taking his weekly dose each week. To keep his mind on check. It hurts to see Miguel in so much pained under your arms…

Your his Star and he’s your moon…

Lyla clears her throat suddenly, which got both of your attentions, “don’t want to be a buzz kill, but… basically that parasite is like a disease with no cure… you get normal sicknesses, but-

“What do you mean there’s no way through this.” You looked at Miguel and he seemed frustrated.

“Miguel! I’m literally the interweb of every universe and I was trying to explain ways to go around it-“

“LYLA! There’s no tries or coulds, I need to get back to my office and check if anyone or everything ok!”

Miguel sit up suddenly; his talons were back and he clutching his scalp in frustration? or was it pain? “Lyla I need this thing out!”

Lyla looked irritated, “…” she glitched or zipped away if you might say.

“LYLA! Coño… Coño- Dios mio…” he clenched his scalp with his hands harshly, he growled in frustration.

‘Oh… mig…’ you were just as worried as him, “Miguel…” you said so lightly, so gentle it cooled his nerves, but he didn’t respond, so you moved a little closer to see his face, you were just concerned about him, so why did he looked away to his left, “Miguel…” you put a hand on his right shoulder, “why are you hiding your face, mig?” She was only concerned, so why is it so hard.

“Mig?”

“I’m sorry— chica…” he then looked at you. Your little worried face just shatters his sore heart. “Miguel! Your nose is bleeding!” She cupped his cheeks and starting rambling how he’s feeling or how if he’s ok. Miguel felt guilt consumed him, why are you so kind to him, why show your kindness and sympathy towards a man is consumed with troubles and doubts that can never be fixed. And only cause more when time passes…

“No Sorry’s, I’m going to give ya a towel, be right back!” She said in a fast sweep. Miguel saw you dashing to your bathroom, he felt nauseous from just looking up and trying to trace your body to you bedroom, when he didn’t saw you a while, he moved his vision back to his hands, he was slightly crisscrossed and his talon hands were trembling, he groaned slightly because he tried to put his talons away, but they were making his muscles tensed, “Por qué no puedo…” he growled in frustration, when tried again, the blood in his nose suddenly dripped more, then he stopped and clenched his eyes again, then put the back of his wrist on his nose to stop the bleeding.

“Miguel!” She came rushing back with some medicine and a small towel, “move your wrist…” she said gently, so he did so. You put the towel under his nose, when the bleeding stopped you removed the towel, “what symptoms do you have so I give ya some medicine.”

“Just… a migraine, I feel nauseous, and my muscles feel tensed and burning like they’re in flames…”

“Ok- I’ll give ya some Ibuprofen and some massages when you get to my bed.”

“Your bed?”

“Ye… there’s no way your going home in your condition, I need to make sure your fine for these couple of days, well… whenever Lyla figures it out, that cool ai of yours got you!” She said with a bubbly smile.

“K…” he felt his heart skipped a beat because how can someone be so there for someone that basically a outsider or you might say a loner, well a workaholic recluse, “thanks… amor…” he said just barely a whisper but she heard, she softly giggled, “your welcome, also I like that nickname more, I aren’t no little girl, Miggy!”

He blushed slightly by your new nickname you gave him. “Ok… amor…”

She softy chuckle, “also-“ she clears her throat, “when you were laying down did you feel better or worse?”

“I felt a lot better when I was laying then now…”

She nods, “ok, also….” she trails off, “could you stand. Well- can ya get up without falling over or feeling dizzy?”

Miguel looked at you unamused and scuffed it off, he moved his right arm to the floor, and his talons pierced through your floor, but you couldn’t care less, he slowly pushed himself up, but faltered, his hand and arm was trembling, so he then he lowered himself, frustration consumed him, so he started muttering angry Spanish, you put your fingers gently through his damped hair, messaging his locks, “Miggy…. It’s ok to have a helping hand…”

His frustration eases, he nods and you stood up, going in front of him, you brought your hands in front of him, he saw and felt hesitant, but brought his hands towards you, when he got close, you brought your hands a little back, which Miguel looked at you questioning.

“Your talons are out.” She said with a uneasy laugh.

“Oh” he felt embarrassed that he didn’t thought of that, so he tried for a second time to close them, but his hands start to tremble again, his frustration was slowly creeping again, so now he forced his hands to stop trembling, but that only made it worse because his arms tensed up more and his finger tips burns, you saw his discomfort; so you grabbed his wrists, Miguel stopped and looked at you.

“Mig don’t force yourself, how about we can just do your wrists.”

He nods again; so you pulled his wrist and he pulled himself up, when he finally got up, he couldn’t control his balance, so you let go his wrist and pressed your body against his for support, Miguel felt nauseous, so he quickly looked to his right and saw your bedroom straight forward, you saw and sensed his inpatients, so you quickly led him to your room, each step you both took, Miguel wheeze for some air, or his panting would get worse, you looked at him, and he was sweating bullets, his eyes clenched in discomfort.

When both of you got to your bed, he settles down, panting like he ran a marathon, you wanted to help, so… you went in your bathroom and grabbed your small trashcan, and placed it next to Miguel, then you speed walked to your living room and grabbed your fan; moved it in your bedroom to face Miguel, Miguel was trying to keep your movement, but just made his migraine worsened, you quickly gave him the Ibuprofen in his hand and rushed to the bathroom again, Miguel swallowed the Ibuprofen, then saw you with a cup of water, “I already swallowed it amor…”

“Oh no- this Is for your hair.” She showed what’s in the cup, it’s water with some soap suds in it, “I’m trying to cool you off. With my fan too but some cold water will help you cool down…” Miguel closed his eyes and try to straighten his back, when he did so, he put his head back a little and you poured water through his brown locks, the water poured down his back, Miguel made sure, his back got the cold water, so his chest of his suit disappeared, you looked at his toned body, and you can see how tensed his muscles are.

“Let me give ya some clothes…” you walked over to your dresser, you found some of you ex’s old clothes there, you only wear them for bed as a nightgown or just stay home clothes, you walked back with grey sweat pants and a white shirt. “How do you have my size?”

“Man I don’t know your size. I just kept some of my ex’s clothes because they never came back…”

Miguel nods, then he messed with his watch and a small portal came next to him, with some boxers that came out, it made you giggled, but then you stepped out so he can get changed. 20 minutes has passed and he called your name, and you came back in, you saw that the shirt fitted him but slightly baggy on him, the sweats fit, “the shirt my size, but it’s not tight fitting,” he muttered.

“Well I wanted to make sure your comfortable.”

“Your kindness always makes me comfortable.”

She smiled, “try laying down, I’m going to get some crackers for you to eat and some massaging oils for your back, be right back…” she trails off at the end. Miguel nods and saw she walked away again, he laid his back on your bed.

Fuck this bed was softer then his own, ‘maybe I need a new mattress’ he thought, his talons were taring your sheets, so he moved his hands and looked at his hands, ‘stupid parasite.’ He laid them back down, facing his talons to the ceiling and moved his arms back to push himself more on the bed, when he got situated, his back was tensing up again, so he moved his body to the left, the parasite was on his left, but it didn’t got alarmed by his movement on the bed. ‘That’s good to know.’ It was more comfortable to be on his side, his breathing wasn’t terrible, but he still had to breathe slowly…

“Oi!” He looked up a little and saw you with a box of crackers and the other had the massaging oil, he looked at the crackers; a slight ting was grumbling in his stomach, well he haven’t ate since morning, he slightly reached out for the crackers, which you understand, you moved the trash can to his side, which was on the right side of your bed, and placed the crackers to the other pillow next to him, so he can see where the crackers were. Then put the oil on the small dresser next to your bed.

“Hey mig. Could you move you body and lay on your stomach, try not to disturb-“

Miguel moved his body fairly quickly, and he got sorted on his stomach, he was laying his head on his wrist, his hands were sideways, so it didn’t do any harm on anything.

“Apparently the little bastard doesn’t get alarmed on beds.”

She giggled, “ok! Wait shoot your shirt.” Miguel sighed and slowly took his shirt off without getting any tars on “his” shirt. And got situated again.

“Ok now… we can start also tell me if I make you uncomfortable…”

“Why would-“

You lightly touch his back and pushed your light self on top of him, he slightly groans because of pressure, which he can hear you say sorry here and there. When you got situated on his back, you were sitting on his lower back, he felt a flush on his cheeks, but he try to brush it off by turning his head to the left and started eating crackers, you on the other hand, got up a little and moved to grabbed the oil.

You got it and put it on your hands and place the oil bottle next to your left foot, so it won’t be a hassle, Miguel stopped eating some crackers and laid on his wrist again, waiting for you, you rubbed your hands, then started on his shoulders.

“Jeez you have terrible knots back here…”

Miguel grumbles. But soon stops when your small hands were easing his pain on his shoulders, he felt his talons detract, which made him stretch his arms upward to get more comfortable to lay down, you found it a good opportunity to put some pressure on the hard knots, which felt luscious in his pores, which made him moan gently with each stoke you did, it made you stopped suddenly.

“Sorry-“ his ears were red from embarrassment.

“No- your ok! I actually get this a lot when I massage someone, it just feels nice in your pores.” She said bubbly

Miguel just nodded and you continued, you finished his shoulders and put your left on his neck and your right on his spinal region, his neck was great, but when you moved from his spine to under his shoulder blades, it felt like heaven, each push caused his hands to clench at the end of your mattress, he was trying to stop a whipper from escaping, it felt intoxicating when you moved and your thighs moved each time you massage with content in your rhythm of massages. You slightly slowed down and you kept pressing one spot under his shoulder blade.

“Rats. There’s another bad knot here…” you moved your hand from his neck, because his neck was fine now, and pressed your hands on the knot, which made Miguel groan, but soon whimpered when you curved your left and slide your right with some pressure, it made his hip twitched slightly, which caught your attention. To see the leader so squeamish in your touch, so you wanted to test something. When you got the knot out of the way, you move your gentle hands under his shoulder blades, Miguel twitched his shoulders back in a quick motion from your oh sweet touch, you happily sighed when you found one of his sensitive spots, so your rubbed gently under the under rims of his blades, his hip instantly buckled, and he purred a groan of feeling vulnerable in your soft touch, melting those heavy tension from his body and leaving him feel embarrassed or tranquil in your touch.

You we’re about to stroke again until.-

“(Y- (Y/n)” his voice was deep, but it whimpered then his usual rhythm.

“Hm?”

“Try-“ he cleared his throat, “try by massaging my lower back…”

It was a simple task, a very simple one, but oh boy how she gently smiles, it made him flushed under your touch, but your smile, took him spiraling into his own black hole, how you touched him, made him crave for more, he needed more, oh why did he drown himself in his work, those countless nights, where his neck cracked here and there, how drinking coffee after coffee, with not even thinking of eating normally until his Ai Lyla has to get Jess or Peter to deliver him some food, he would feel so suffocated in his office, that he felt like drowning in his own agonizing guilt of “his” own deceased daughter that he had to watch die in his arms.

He clenched his eyes shut at the thought, and he felt his stomach curled, but was it really the sheer thought of “his” daughter making him feel nauseous; your fingers were just softly touching his lower back, but they made him felt like he was about to gag each touch. He felt it boiling up his throat, so he panicked. His sudden movements, stopped your trace of thought and your movements halted. You stared at him with concern.

“Miguel-“

He grabbed the small trash can and puked whatever what’s in his stomach, it was only a minute in a half, but it felt like hours, you got off of him, and he moved sideways so you can sat next to him, he was clenching his stomach in discomfort..

You tried to reassure him but-

“(Y/n)…” his voice was raspy

“Hey… don’t sweat… I’ll clean everything up, just try to relax…”

Your voice was calming down his tension, but his upsetting stomach was taking curves and spins like a giant venom ate his inner organs, sweat was dampening his brown locks again and his talons were slowly appearing again. He groaned in annoyance. His breathing was heavy again. He was laying on his left and his eyes were closed with discomfort, he heard you rushing around, mumbling of what ‘can’ he possibly eat, cursing at yourself that ‘what the hell is lighter then crackers’, he laughed lightly because he’s gone not eating for a couple days for the multiverse sake, sometimes. when everything went silent; he realized that you were in your living room talking to Lyla. He slightly opened his eyes to see you through the cracked door, you looked stressed and worried of what to do next.

This is my fault…

If I didn’t get close to that beast, this situation wouldn’t existed, I wouldn’t be here in pain, being so weak around you, being vulnerable is humiliating, you might think of him as a burden, just burdensome to not do anything and having the seer thought to pull this fucking Parásito out with his own bloody talons…

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When you cooled down, Lyla told you that she’ll figure it out, which gave you in a positive note. Lyla zipped out of existence and you returned to your dim lit bedroom, you saw Miguel, his eyes were closed; but he had discomfort on his face, some of his brown bangs were sticking to his forehead, he was panting, which you slowly got close to him and touched his forehead again, he was heating up like a irrupting volcano, he flinched in your touch and tried to scoot back with discomfort.

“Sorry-“

“It’s ok…”

“Lyla trying to find something that you can eat. Or what that little fucker likes.” You pointed at the small parasite that was moving on his shoulder.

Miguel lightly chuckles but it made him cough and wheeze afterwards. When it stopped, he clears his throat to look at you, your little worried eyes was making his heart clenched. He clenched your sheets slightly, slight scratches starting to form.

He was about to spoke up, but you catch him to it.

“Miggy… your not a burden to me, in any way, don’t ever think of that…”

He unclenched his left hand slightly and move the back of his fingers on your knee, “why must you get cooler powers then me…”

She giggled lightly, “because my little violet bit me and apparently i can see your inner thoughts~” when you said that it made Miguel speechless, your voice had a low growl when you spoke, he grave it, but why…

Why did I need you…

She was about get up…

“(Y/n)…”

“Hm…” she looked back at Miguel, god, he needed you…

“Could you…” he felt hesitant again, like he was stuck, like his lungs couldn’t produce air, of how he wanted to, he suddenly grabbed the end of her shirt, slightly tugging it. You noticed it, so you laid next to him. She was about to speak up, suddenly Miguel put his hands around you, when you around him his talons will always detract, he pulled your small waist closer to him, he hug his huge arms around you, he put his head on your right shoulder, you can hear his inner thoughts, telling him ‘to let go’, screaming at him…

Yelling…

Raging…

Despising…

“Miguel…” your left hand moved to massage his damped scalp, your right was rubbing little circles on his back.

“You must think I’m weak…” he said in a shaky breath

“Mig… being vulnerable is not weak, being sick doesn’t stop you from being stronger, it’s just trying to adapt something new it never experience, showing your most vulnerable point, actually makes you stronger…”

His trembling from his body slowly stops, and he breathes out slowly, he was relaxing his muscles to get more comfortable around you, while he was doing so, you felt the parasite nudged your circling finger on his back, you stop immediately, but nothing happened to Miguel, he’s still just as relaxed before.

Maybe I should.

You wanted to test something, you put your pinky on the little parasite, it slightly flinch, which made Miguel growl in discomfort, but you wanted to continue so you lightly pet it, the little fucker was actually relaxing, it made you giggle a little, because it was purring? She was about to tell Miguel, until small vibrations coming off his chest, the sound of purring, like what a cat would do…

“Miguel? Are you purring?”

The edge of his ears got red, he deepened his head to your shoulder, “no…” his voice was stuttering.

“Didn’t know your half spider, had those purring spider instincts…”

He started to mumble Spanish curse words, so you wouldn’t notice his blushed face on your shoulder…

——-

After a while of calming Miguel down, he fell asleep in your arms, he was sleeping on your chest, and he was hugging your waist, you were hugging his neck and your chin was on the top of his head.

“I’ll protect you Miggy…” you whispered, then you move your face to angle it to kiss his forehead.

A light smooch was all you need to make sure, he’s ok in your arms.

You then fell asleep next to him.

—- (morning) —-

Miguel woke up to a cold side of the bed, you weren’t there, which made him feel lonely once more, he slowly opened his eyes, but flinched because of how bright the room was.

“Maldito…”

The blinds weren’t dark enough, so he pulled the blanket over his head, he opened his strained eyes from under the covers, he sighed because you weren’t here to give him comfort, you weren’t around to tell him, he was going to be ok, you weren’t here to give those negative thoughts roaming around in his head, he plagued for you to come back, to hold him, and give gentle kisses and heavenly words to keep him at least happy, instead of being so gone from the world…

“Lyla…”

“Yeah!”

“Where’s (Y/n).” Why is that my first thought.

“She’s out being her universe’s spider, saving people as we speak.”

Miguel nodded under the soft blanket.

“Do you need help?”

“Blinds” he whispered, he hates how he couldn’t do anything…

“Ok.”

Lyla set a long portal out over the clear blinds, a large black blanket came out and landed perfectly on the blinds, there was little hooks hanging off the racks, and it perfectly blocked the sunlight.

“Ya!” Lyla did a little dance as a reward, Miguel just rolled his eyes under the blanket and moved the blanket back on his shoulders, he looked behind him and saw his blanket dangling off the racks.

“Lyla.. that’s- you know what nevermine it works…” he turned back and lays back down.

“Anything else you need?”

“Just some sleep…” he sighed.

Before Lyla was gonna zip away, Miguel’s stomach growled violently, he groaned in annoyance.

“Oh! Almost forgot! I figured out what you need to eat- or drink I mean.”

“What is it…”

“Blood.”

Miguel just was dumbfounded.

“Wha-“

“I know it sounds insane! But I already told (Y/n), so she’ll help you out, byeeee!”

She zipped away as fast as he could say anything else, Miguel sighed once more, blood- blood! Why the hell is it blood.

Why do I even bother.

He moved on his back, forgetting it’s bringing tension on his muscles, he rather have tension on his muscles then thinking about blood, what was your first thought when you heard how delusional it sounds, ‘hey, (Y/n), I’m apparently a real vampire now, har har’

“Fuckin hell…” he groaned in annoyance. He brought his talons hands again and saw the little parasite on his right palm, he wanted to squish it, right when he saw it, but he couldn’t, what will you do if there was a dead body in your own bedroom, more importantly Miguel’s. He care about you so much, and your the same, he remembers when you asked him out, in his office at 12 midnight, how the stars across the night sky spring lifelessly around Noeva York, it was just right in his eyes and yours, but… he had to put the relationship on pause… he didn’t want to, really didn’t need to… but he told you, the multiverse and how if something happens he didn’t know what he’ll do…

In reality…

He doubted himself to even be with you or with anyone a matter of fact. Why be with someone that’s a workaholic, focuses but himself or “sometimes” on others but himself, getting violet bruises that you sarcastically call them your marks, getting cuts that turn into new scars that you like kissing, that… you…

God… even when he hesitated about himself he can’t get you out of his head, he feels trapped in your violet web, he adores you, loves you with all his beaten heart, so why…

why cant I…

The living room’s door suddenly closed with a slam, and tired sigh came from the living room. You came rushing in your room and totally forgotten Miguel was, because you took your mask off, throwing it at your bed, it landed next to Miguel’s upper arm, so he silently move to the right and started fiddling with it, then you unzipped your suit, which made Miguel silently stared at you, because you weren’t wearing a bra, just underwear. You gave a frustrated sigh and scrambling through your dresser, finding the right comfortable clothes to wear to sleep, you stopped suddenly, and stood up suddenly, “it’s in the other dresser…” you growled, and turned, then froze up, now just remembering that Miguel is here…

Miguel’s face was slowly turning into a deep blush, because your beautiful nips were facing him, you had dark violet piercings on each nip, having a cute small tarantulas dangling like little cute earrings, you on the other hand was surprised, seeing Miguel blush like he never seen something or someone that hot in years, which made you giggled from your head, you just smiled, “I… almost forgot you were here…”

“Almost-!”

You started giggling because how flustered he looked, she just waved off her hand and went in the bathroom, apparently her gray shirt and spar bra was in there, leaving Miguel with a blushful crisis, brain cells storming with your soft delicate tits in his mind, apparently that also declawed his talons, because he started to hide his face from all these thoughts.

Why are you so…

So…

“So what mig…”

Your voice made him flinch, and he looked up at you, “when-“

“You were dazed for about 30 minutes, but… why get so flustered, your not a virgin-“

“Amor- you flashed me- what am I supposed to say- like- ‘Qué tetas más bonitas tienes’” he laughs softly, and you laughed gently back, “Mig… I’ve been in many relationships before, if its throughout dressing rooms with woman, or my past boyfriends, I’m used to people’s eyes looking at me… I’m used to that…” she said with sincerity in her eyes.

“Have you ever been in any relationships before?”

“Only one, her name was Dana, but she was never really there… she was nothing compared to you, you genuinely are the sweetest spider I met…” he sighed afterwards slowly putting his right hand on your left thigh, gently rubbing it. “We broke up after 5 months, I tried doing hookups to drown my thoughts away… but that soon turned into work, then Gabriella… then putting all my thoughts into the multiverse…”

“But Miguel you know, I’m here for you, just like now…” you slowly touched his hand, but he flinched, then moved it away…

“You know… I…”

“I understand, but even if we’re just close… but not dating wise, I still want to help you…”

He was about to prevail until his stomach growled once more and you can see the discomfort in his face, so you laid next to him, he knew what you were about to do…

“I’m not-“

“Just think of it as a flu shot…”

No, I’m not hurting you…

“I’m not doing it, just forget about it… I’m used to not eating long periods of times… so dont-“

“Miguel… I’m not going anywhere, till ya try…”

Stop…

“(Y/n). I’m not doing it… forget it.”

She frowned, “I’m not going to sleep until you do…”

You-

Miguel wrapped his arms around your waist, “(Y/n).”

“Miguel. O’Hara. Please….” You put your hands on his shoulders, slightly pushing him closer slowly… he could’ve easily resist but couldn’t because you intoxicated his pores, he loves you, he wants you, he needs you, but there’s always an itch telling him, he would hurt you, he would treat you like what Dana did to him, it would destroy him, if he ever hurts you…

Mi Amor, I don’t want to do this…

Mig… please…

He sighed through his nose, he knows how stubborn you can be, he knows that you would try anything to make sure he’s ok and not you…

He opens his mouth slightly on your neck, shaky breath of hesitation tares his weak heart, he closes it and gives a soft kiss on your neck, his arms tightly hold you, like he was about to lose you, “I’m sorry, my love…”

His teeth sinks in your neck, the venom sinking in your skin, which was numbing the pain from the bite, you hitched In discomfort, tugging on his brown locks to restrain a cry of how horrendous it felt, his scalp was hurting but that didn’t stopped the terrible thoughts that was swarming in his head.

Monster…

Your hurting her…

Inhumane…

When he felt full he let go from your neck, you were paralyzed but you were crying, he froze up, he didn’t know what to do, seeing how vulnerable you are, made him hate himself more, his voice was shaky, but he cupped your face gently, and whispers sorrys, and sorrys, and more sorrys, until he sounded like a broken record… your body was yelling at you to say something, but all you could do was close your eyes… while the hours go by…

—- night ——

When you woke up, you saw Miguel, he was on his side, sleeping soundly, with puffy eyes. His arms were hugging his body, like he was cold, but his damp sweaty hair, showed how he was overheating again, you slowly sit up, and a numbing pain was on your neck, you slowly touch your neck, you felt soft bandage on your neck, it was on the right side of your neck, it was sore, but not bleeding, you look back at Miguel once more, and he was still fast-asleep…

“Oh Miggy… what am I gonna do with you…” you whispered

You slowly got up out of bed and went into your bathroom, you started a cold bath for Miguel, after it was finished she walked back to Miggy, you nudge Miguel lightly.

“Mmggghh…”

“I made a nice cold bath for you-“

Miguel moved his back further away from your touch…

“Miggy… don’t you want to feel cool and refreshed… your heating up again…

Miguel sits up slowly, he was slouching a little when he was sitting, he was huffing slightly more then normal, you were about to lend a hand-

“I don’t need help. I’m fine.”

“Mig-“

He looked back at you like he didn’t want to repeat himself, you gave a frown of concern, but he ignored it and was about to get up, he stopped suddenly, because his nose started to bleed again, you were about to lead him a hand, but he smack your hand away.

“Miguel-“

“No necesito tu ayuda. ¡Detente!”

“Why are you suddenly so stubborn, Miguel- I’m helping you, I’m not agonizing you-“

“Well. You are. by just spatting at me like a child…”

“Oh. So you want to be so distant now, because you gave me a small bite yesterday…”

Miguel couldn’t say anything back, how can he, you were right, and he was being a asshole about it because he thought he can simply run away with the guilt in his chest, instead of just talking to you about… but no… he just wants to make it a whole lot worse.

“Shut your mouth.”

You gave a dry laugh, “Mr O’Hara… if you so deeply don’t need my help or don’t want to talk your doubts straight up, fine… But at least get your head straight because someone. That at least cares for a asshole like you… because last time I check your always alone in damn office…”

You suddenly got up and walked to the living room. You needed your space as he calls it, when you suddenly have your bubble about to burst… he claws the end of your bed, contemplating if he should just apologize or get up and be the asshole he is. So… he chooses the second choice.

He felt like he got hit by a metal bat through the dome, because his eyes were blurring up, he felt nauseous, so he put hands on the wall next to him, to steady himself from falling, luckily your bed was slightly close to the wall, he would’ve fell and humiliated himself with blood coming out of his nostrils, his body was trembling as he dug his talons through your wall, he swore, when he gets better, he’ll fix everything in your small apartment, but at the moment it’s ether throwing up his insides or fainting from a intense migraine that slowly easing in, but his body already had a mind of his own, his legs that felt like jello, collapsed suddenly, his stomach was itching for him to throw up, he stanched the small trash can next to the bed, then threw up, god why did it felt longer then usual, he clenched his side with his right, and his other hand was holding the trash can, it felt like hours once more from the last time but it was only 10 minutes, he placed the trash can down and unclenched his eyes to see the results…

Blood?!

His body was trembling once more, he saw his vision blurring up with tears, he couldn’t focus on anything but himself… he didn’t hear your rants, when you came walking in, were they rants? because you were suddenly next to him, with panic in your voice, Lyla zipped in again and was analyzing the blood. Even though she was a little glowing blob of light, he noticed the panic in her voice too, it was his blood wasn’t it. I’m going to die, what a asshole of a legend huh…

“Lo siento- Lo— siento… Lo siento…” through sobs I can’t even speak straight, when my hearing was slowly coming back, I heard my sweet Amor…

“Miguel… your going to be ok… Lyla gonna figure it out quicker… ok-“ your voice was trembling, why does it always have to be his fault to make you so scared…

“Voy a morir-“

“No- Miguel everything going to be ok. Don’t say that…” even though you were frantic, you still gave him a kiss on Miguel’s cheek, multiple smooches to be exact, they were soft and loving that was cooling his Terror-stricken thoughts…

“Lo siento…”

“Don’t be… you had a panic attack Amor…” she gave another soft kiss, “want to ease your mind with a bath…”

“Yes… please…” he whispered

—-

The bath was calming his overflowing guilt, but you were there too, massaging his scalp…

his sweet sweet Amor…

“Ok… I’m going to put some more soap in your hair, so it makes you feel more relaxed…”

He saw you move your hands away from him, which gave him longing in his deep velvet eyes, when you got more soap on your hands, you reached over once more, but he softly touched his hands to yours, you gave a cute confused face…

His sweet sweet Amor…

“Miguel… what wrong?” He moved his right hand down your arm to your hip and his left on your left side of your delicate waist… “Mig-?!”

He pulled you gently into the bathtub with him, your black tank top getting soaked with your pajamas shorts, he was wearing just some rubber boxers, but he pulled you close which made your confusion disappear with a fondness that he always craves off you, he gave a soft kiss on your cheek, then your neck…

“I’m sorry…”

He kissed you once more with a sadness with each kiss…

“Miggy…”

He tried to sit himself up a little, but his nose started to bleed again.

“Mig-“

“No. Love…”

He lowered his back back down, and looked at you with that ever so longing of deep sadness, you gave a sad smile, which made him crave you more…

He closed his eyes and sighed, then put his head in the water, and blew all the blood out of his nose, a light crimson flow was in the bottom of the tub…

He suddenly sits up slowly and started kissing your neck and face once more, he doesn’t care if his head is aching, he doesn’t care if his muscles are telling him to relax, he doesn’t care if his thoughts are yelling at him to stop, telling him that he doesn’t deserve you…

“I love you… Amor…” he whispered through each kiss.

You suddenly pulled back, and looked him in the eyes with gentleness, that he desperately needs…

“Miguel… I waited for so long… for you to say those wonderful words~” you softly laughed then softly smiled, “I always craved you, just as much… ever since I was so bold to tell my feelings, that one night…” she got closer to his lips, “your my star… mig…” and kissed him, he deepens the kiss, craving your sweet tongue to lick his fangs, tangle his tongue with yours, his hands were on your hips and he tugged you little closer, his big hands making you shiver because how small you were compared to him, his body was screaming at him to relax; his nose bleeding once more, but you don’t care for a little blood to ruin the moment, neither did he, because he pushed your body against the shower head side of the tiled wall, his moans were so whimpered, it was either the aching pain his body was toiling, or how much he thirst your soft lips on his…

He felt thorns going up his throat, he felt like gagging, it wasn’t you, it was like he was choking, so he let go of you suddenly, for some air, but all that just came out was a coughing fit, he started to panic, so he took his hands off you and moved his right on the side of the tub, and use his left to give some small punches in the middle of his chest.

“Miguel!-“

He couldn’t talk, his eyes were blurring again, dios mio, it felt agonizing, he kept coughing until…

Petals…

Rose petals…

Came out of his mouth, then…

A full rose came out as well, with a full stem on the very end of it still…

The rose had crimson blood dangling on some parts of the rose. The stem was weak, but you can firmly grasp it with three fingers.

You picked it up with ease, analyzing it, and Miguel was eyeing it cautiously, he didn’t notice that his lungs weren’t hurting anymore, because he was taking bigger breaths then usual, you noticed it too… you look up from the rose, then to Miguel, you also notice he straightened up his back more…

“How are you feeling?”

“Not like shit…” he joked

You just laughed, “no- well yes-, but you look better…” you said awkwardly afterwards, “Eres adorable cuando tropiezas con tus propias palabras~”

You had a light blush on your cheeks, but you preceded, “ok… take a big breath.”

He did so. And it surprised both of you, that it didn’t hurt. “Your talons?”

He brought his hands in front of him, and he actually brought them out and in with ease. You found it adorable, he slowly put a gentle smile on his face.

“Try-“

He suddenly stands up, without feeling nauseous or dizzy, he stretched his arms up. Flexed a little, which you lightly giggled, and he sits back down, some water splashed out but never ales, he felt like he was more alive again. Like he was free from any doubts…

You looked back at the rose, “you don’t feel the parasite crawling under your skin, do you?”

“No…” he looked around his body a little. Then looked back at you.

“I think the rose is the parasite.”

“EXACTLY!” Lyla popped up out of no where. Which started you both!

“Lyla…” Miguel groaned

“Hey! It’s not my fault, you two were aggressively making out… didn’t want to interrupt the spice~”

You just laughed, Miguel face started to blush, but settle down, when Lyla spoke up again.

“So…. Apparently you two did the easier way, then the uncomfortable way, that I’m not going to talk about… but yeah! Blah blah blah, love. Blah blah blah parasite turns into the flower that the person loves, and apparently Miguel likes roses, isn’t that adorable~”

You pfft, which made Miguel looked away with embarrassment, “but yeah! I’ll be taking that!” She made little portals and took all the petals and you dropped the bloody rose into one of them. “Thank you!!! Have a cute honeymoon!!!” Lyla made a kiss emoji and lefted…

You looked back Miguel. And brought your hand to his chin, to make him look at you, he proceeded, and you got closer to him…

“My cute little rose boy~”

Which made Miguel blushed even more…

“Oh~ Mi Amor~” and he kissed your soft lips once more…

My sweet sweet Amor~

#miguel o’hara angst #atsv miguel #miguel x y/n #miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #miguel spiderman #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader angst #miguel o’hara x reader #Miguel O’Hara x reader angst #atsv lyla #lyla spiderman 2099 #sick Miguel O’Hara #x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse

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t0riiiis · 12 hours ago

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What Singer!reader and Chris got for eachother this Christmas!

notes: this is completely inspired by @bernardsbendystraws blurb !!

singer!reader gifts to chris

she made him the 'kisses' hoodie, she spent a couple days on it making sure the paint was dry and that the mod podge dried entirely, living in her closet for a bit the smell of her perfume stuck to it, not that Chris was complaining.

she bought him some earrings that she thought he'd like, she helped disinfect them and it's now his to earrings!

lastly, she wrote him a letter (more like 25, each leading up to christmas) some shorter than others but all very heartfelt, the last one marked with some of her kiss marks

chris' gifts to singer!reader

being a huge huge huge gold and bow girly, he got her some gold small bow earrings, they are now her everyday earring on top of her small gold hoops she has on her first ear piercing (she has 2 the regular piercing and one above it)

new stuffies! her room is littered with her childhood stuffies all gifted by her dad and new ones she bought over the years! the bunnies ear has a heart embroidered into it ♡

and finally, a new guitar, he saw it at a music shop when he was walking around downtown, catching his eye and reminding him of singer, he bought it, she has in now tuned and is planning to bring with her on tour

#t0riiiis★#ᯓ★#chris x reader #christopher sturniolo #singer!reader #chris sturniolo fanfic #the sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo fluff #christopher sturniolo x reader

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berrypass-de-murdler · 1 month ago

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2 - 62 The Dog Spa Murder Spree

1000 total likes!!!

Happy to announce that the Murdle cartoon will also be posted on AO3 now! :D I don't.... think that means anything to anyone but uh yeah!

DON'T READ THE EPISODES WITHOUT READING THE BOOKS!!

PERSON: [over the phone] INSPECTOR IRRATINO!! IRRATINO: JESUS FU- Heeeeeelllo! PERSON: Here, at the luxury dog spa - someone TRIED to murder a dog! They didn’t manage, but I couldn’t see who it was… with Logico gone, you’re our only hope!

Irratino does a double take. A DOG?! This can’t wait.

IRRATINO: I’m sorry, Logico!!

Good to know he has priorities. When he arrives, Mauve, Ivory, Dusty, and a cardboard stick figure have lost their own dogs.

MAUVE: OH. Irratino. You’re going to help me now, because I’ve lost my WOOKIE. IVORY: Arr-Ro? Where’s Arr-Ro?! DUSTY: [unhinged wailing] IRRATINO: WAIT WAIT stop everybody stop. Who are you? CARDBOARD FIGURE: Oh, me. I’m Grayscale, CPA. I work in marketing. IRRATINO: … GRAYSCALE: [slow zoom-in on nonexistent face, faint bloody screaming and grinding sounds] IRRATINO: …Cool. GRAYSCALE: I’m looking for my poodle, Phoebe.

Irratino not only has to solve this murder, he needs to find his friends’ dogs, a task they cannot do themselves for some reason. First, he scrys into a fluorescent bulb, very much damaging his eyes. But all he can see is Mauve casually collecting her tears in an emerald dog bowl.

IRRATINO: Um… MAUVE: [HIIIISSSSSS]

Director Dusty is equally miserable, crying on a small bed with a cat laying on top of him.

DUSTY: I DON’T KNOW WHAT I’M GONNA DO WITHOUT RUFF-RUFF. IRRATINO: Hey, they just got lost in the complex. We’re going to find them. DUSTY: I HOPE SO… THIS OLD CAT AIN’T GOT A SPECK OF RUFF-RUFF’S CHARM…

The cat suddenly yowls, sinking its claws into his bare stomach. He lets out an ear piercing shriek.

IVORY: Oh my GOD-UH! Everyone’s so fucking LOUD, they’ll scare away all the dogs, and I NEED my ARR-RO! I know how to get him back.

She brings out a GIANT bone out of hammerspace.

IRRATINO: WAIT! YOU CAN’T DO THAT!

A whole pack of dogs swarms her, trampling her alive!

GRAYSCALE: [attempt at enthusiasm] Phoebe, it’s you.

He reunites with her.

GRAYSCALE: You are my only friend.

This guy is making everyone uncomfortable. But Ruff-Ruff runs by to lick Dusty’s wounds, and Mauve is greeted by a squirming noodle dog that really looks like her in a weird way.

MAUVE: WOOKIEEEEE. [picks her up] MY WOOKIE IS HERE… HAHAHAHAHAH

Irratino looks at her and she hisses again.

Ivory is on the ground, barely conscious. She is… a lot more injured than they initially thought. But a giant shadow looms over her, and breathes directly in her face…

IVORY: [cough] Arr-Ro?

She reaches out and caresses his face, and promptly dies.

EVERYONE: [scream] IVORY: [sits up] UGH!! You’re so, FUCKING LOUD!!

It’s good that everyone’s reunited with their dogs, but who did the near-murder? A voicemail from Logico!

LOGICO: Hey. Inspector. I just saw on the news that you broke into Drakonia yesterday. With all due respect, ARE YOU SERIOUS?! IT’S BEEN SO FUCKING LONG, HAVE YOU EVEN BEEN CHECKING YOUR PHONE?! WHY HAVEN’T YOU CALLED BACK?! Anyway, this reminds me of that Great Dane that Editor Ivory always used to bring to meetings. I don’t know why it reminds me of that, it just does. Must be some ‘esoteric’ significance. GET. BACK. TO ME. Please~ <3

Irratino doesn’t message back. But thank god he knows Logico’s alive. And he feels a little bad for forgetting him for a day to deal with dog murder attempts.

IRRATINO: Grayscale CPA! I knew you were too basic to just be a regular guy. You tried to kill a DOG! GRAYSCALE: Ok, you got me. I’ll make a deal with you. If you let me off with a warning, I’ll tell you where you can find a lead about Logico’s disappearance. IRRATINO: Sure.

Grayscale gives the goat lord a map. Irratino gives the gray man an arrest! He’s dragged away in handcuffs.

GRAYSCALE: But we had a deal. IRRATINO: [deep cowboy voice] I don’t negotiate with wannabe dog murderers. GRAYSCALE: I wasn’t even going to murder the dog. I just-

Nobody cares.

The end!

Hoping the cartoon can reach a wider audience on AO3, there seems to be a lot of Murdle fanfics there

And apologies for not reading much if any fanfiction myself. I feel like I'm obligated to, it's just I uh

I'm scared and I don't want to

(I'll read it if my friends made it lol)

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

#murdle #cartoonmurdleverse

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waitingandwishing · 3 months ago

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Chapter 3: Under The Ice 💎

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"Crimson, it is time.” Zola said with a sickeningly sweet smile.

"Coming..." She was getting ready for some more experiments. It wasn’t anything new or different, maybe the serums were a different color or maybe the vitals had slightly changed, either way, it didn’t seem to matter to her anymore.

The lab was empty except for the fact that the Metal man was there and a bunch of scientists and nurses. A nurse came and shoved her hand up Crimson’s sleeve, she looked at Crimson with a look of pity before focusing her attention to her arm.

Crimson had hurt her arm earlier in a fight. A rookie mistake she shouldn’t have made. It annoyed her at best, agitating her more and more as she thought about it.

The nurse aggressively rubbed her arm with an alcohol wipe and stuck a needle in her arm. Hard. Crimson clenched her fist and threw her across the room. She landed on the floor and yelled loudly, her nose bleeding from the ground as she held her head with a groan.

A guard grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling me away from the exam table. Crimson flipped him over on the exam table. It clattered to the ground and objects flew all over the room.

Zola yelled something at someone but she couldn’t hear it, all she could hear was a loud ringing in her ear and blurred faces around the room. Someone grabs her backwards and tranquilizes Crimson.

Before she can completely black out, she could vaguely see Metal man choke a person by him and heard Zola yell something. "Put them under ice! Both of them!" He shouts.

The last thing she could feel was a cold and numbing pain. The sound of metal banged and echoed as she fought to get out, her consciousness slowly slipped from her before she eventually fell under the ice. _____________________________________________________

She didn’t know when or how she woke up, all she could see was a familiar looking surgical light shining in her face. Crimson groaned, sitting up and hitting her head on the low shining lamp.

She breathed in and out, fresh sweet air filling through her lungs. She looked around blankly before spotting a person holding a surgical knife next to her.

"Where is Zola.” Her question was more of a statement, voice monotonous and slow.

"English, Crimson."

"Who are you?"

"I am Alexander Pierce. Zola is dead. Everyone you worked for is dead, you work for me now." He smiles.

"So… Zola is dead?"

"Yes."

"I work for you?"

"Yes."

Crimson looked around in a daze, the room was a weird sort of green colored and she could spot mold in the corner. It was very similar to the room she had just been in. How long was that? “What is the mission?”

"Great! She works.” Pierce clapped his hands and Crimson winced at the loud sound that echoed through the room. “Get her ready."

2 guards gave her her regular suit that she always wore. She tightened the mask around her face, breathing in once again before sitting down to meet with her new boss.

"Hopefully you've met him. The WInter Soldier." He gestures to Metal man.

"Yes sir." Crimson nodded.

"We have a mission. Kill The blonde haired man and Agent Romanoff." He shows the soldier an image of them both. The girl had red shoulder length hair and green eyes. The man had blonde hair and blue eyes. It was the same mission as always, she wanted a challenge. It was the first time she’d ever wanted anything in her life. _____________________________________________________

The deadly duo entered the car and sat next to each other. A guard handed Crimson a gun and she strapped it into her holster. It had been a while since she had been on her last mission… When was her last mission?

The car started driving and speeding through the highway. Supposedly, they were able to track down their targets with ease.

The man starts to stand up and open the car door. Crimson stared at him as he stood there for a while then jumped out.

Through the window, Crimson could see that he pulled someone out of the car and climbed on top of the roof and shot through it.

Suddenly, the car brakes and he topples over. She tumbled out of the car and chased after them.

As she got a closer view of Metal man the car she was in crashes into them, pushing them into Metal man and her.

They both flipped over, causing the window to crash. She ripped off the steering wheel and Agent Romanoff shot up at them.

They jumped onto the front of the car and Crimson moved towards the side in order to not block the driver's view.

The car crashes into the back and their car flips over. She caught a glimpse of the targets on the floor and jumped off there, loading up her gun.

Metal man shoots The blonde haired man in the shield and he flies off to who knows where while Crimson focuses her attention on Agent Romanoff. Bullets fly everywhere and in any direction.

Metal man shoots toward where Agent Romanoff is and Crimson runs after her. Crimson silently comes out behind her and sweeps her to the ground.

Agent Romanoff gets off of the ground and kicks Crimson in the stomach while the soldier punches straight for the nose.

Crimson whipped out her gun, shooting at her as she kicked the gun out of her hands. The soldier flicks open her butterfly knife, trying to stab and slash at her throat.

"I've got her!" Metal man shouted through the chaos and Crimson nodded, running after the blonde haired man instead.

Crimson sees the other agents shooting at him as he's reflecting the bullets off of his shield. She shot behind him continuously as bullets fired at her left and right.

She turned to see a man shooting down on her and shot back at him.

She ran back after the blonde haired man, eventually kicking him in the back and punching him. Her fist clattered against his shield, the sound ringing through the open area.

Crimson ducked and sweeped under him to knock him down. She threw his shield and it clattered to the concrete ground by a nearby car.

She raised her fist to punch his face but he retaliated and roundhouse kicked her quickly. She ducked once again and kicked him backwards, sending him flying.

Crimson ran after him and he managed to jump on top of her, she gritted her teeth and threw him over herself against a car. Crimson kicks him in the gut and he flies backwards.

The blonde haired man ducks behind a car as the Metal man comes up towards him. He kicks Metal man's gun out of his hand but he swiftly takes out another one.

In many swift moves Metal man has his shield now.

Crimson managed to shoot the blonde haired man in the shoulder as he grunted in pain. She saw the shield flying towards her and managed to grab it.

She runs towards the two men, using the shield and throwing it towards them, it curves and hits the blonde haired man in the gut but gets stuck in a car. Metal man was thrown against the car and the blonde haired man ran towards him.

Crimson gritted her teeth before managing to kick him in the target’s gut. Metal man uses this and chokes the blonde haired man with his metal arm.

The blonde haired man goes flying and Crimson hopped on the car and jumped down to punch but he rolled out of the way in time. Metal man's dagger screeches on the gray car as

The blonde haired man moves out of the way and grabs his shield. They're punching and kicking and Crimson tried to stab him in the back, the attack being blocked by a shield.

Metal man gets flipped over and his mask falls off revealing his face. Crimson, too occupied on the target, roundhouse kicked the target in the phase before being pulled up and thrown to the floor as well.

Her mask fell off and rolled near Bucky’s mask as well. Crimson breathed in, the outside air felt foreign as she never left to be outside without her mask. The air tasted fresh… She felt… Free for a moment before a voice snapped her out of her dazed thoughts.

"Bucky? Roan?"

"Who the hell is Bucky?" Metal man says and walks towards him as well as Crimson.

She looked up, spotting something flying towards them and quickly rolling the Metal Man out of the way. The smoke surrounded the area as they gave each other looks and scurried away.

This was the first time she had failed a mission. At least she knew she never failed. _____________________________________________________

The scientists are fixing up Metal man (Bucky's?) metal arm because whatever that Agent did, she messed it up.

Crimson was sitting down next to him. She was supposed to be getting patched up by one of the nurses, but her regeneration said otherwise.

Bucky sits up and throws one of the scientists to the ground. She looked at him confused and realized from the way his eyes looked. He's remembering. Remembering it all.

Mr. Pierce comes in and asks Crimson, "Mission report." She look up at him in confusion. "Mission report now." Mr. Pierce walks up to her and slaps her in the face.

"I don’t understand English.” She spat.

"Mission report." He says to Bucky.

"The man on the bridge. Who was he?"

"You met him earlier this week on another assignment." Mr. Pierce lies.

"No he didn’t… He knew him… I knew him." Crimson muttered and looked over to Bucky.

"I knew him." He says quietly.

Mr. Pierce sits down on a chair. "Your guy's work has been a gift to mankind. You guy's shaped the century. And I need you to do it one more time."

Bucky looks away.

"Society is at a tipping point between order and chaos. And tomorrow morning we're gonna give it a push. But, if you can't do your part, I can't do mine. And HYDRA can't give the world the freedom that it deserves."

Bucky looks at Crimson for a second and nods. he turns to Mr. Pierce. "But I knew him."

Mr. Pierce stands up and tells them, "Prep them. Both of them."

"He's been out of cryo freeze for too long. She only got out a while ago." A man says.

"Then wipe both of them and start over again." He tells him.

They push Bucky down on the chair and shove Crimson into one as well. She doesn’t bother to fight back, it’d be easier to give in anyways. She’d feel less pain in the end, she always does.

They turned on the machine and pain electrocuted her. She clenched her teeth on the mouth piece and heard Bucky groan and scream. She shut her eyes and tried to drown out his screams as well as trying to keep hers down.

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Assorted headcanons about Phoenix and the seven year gap because it lives rent free in my head and I must yell

-I made another post about it but Edgeworth was the first to hear about State v Enigmar and Maya was the first to see Phoenix in person after he's disbarred (and the first to meet Trucy)

-Originally Phoenix and Trucys situation was just him fostering her at first, not an immediate adoption of her, largely cause Phoenix was hoping for her sake that Zak would eventually come back to AT LEAST see her, but after like- year 2 of Zak being gone, it turned into an actual adoption of her and she legally became Trucy Wright (although she had started going by that name a few months beforehand)

-The first year for Phoenix was- Well Rough To Say The Least, he ended up getting into a l o t of fights with both Maya and Edgeworth and started really pushing them away (never in front of Trucy but she could tell something was going on) largely cause in his mindset at the time he didn't really think they understood what was going on (which he very much realized was VERY stupid considering who he was talking to) and eventually it ended in both Maya and Edgeworth staging something of an intervention and being like "hey man your being a huge dick to both of us we're trying to help you through this but also whats going on in that head", they ended up finally actually Talking and settled things for once, things got better after that! slowly yet surely

-After the bar association trial, Phoenix was the first to approach Kristoph for believing him, and that where their friendship started (Kristoph was going to just do regular ol stalking instead but decided that being "friends" with him would probably be easier here so he went with it)

- personally my least favourite interpretation of the 7yg is where Phoenix knows that kristoph was the one who framed him all along, like idk it's just not very interesting to me, it's kinda boring ghjkhlj I absolutely where people are coming from with it though but idk hgjkhl it's lame to me

- Even though Phoenix was no clue whether or not he's going to become a lawyer again and pretty much had adapted to his new life, he always has that little thought in his mind that if he becomes one again, everything in his life will get better instantly, he'll be useful again (spoiler alert, it doesn't immediately fix his life! he has Depression)

-Around year 2 was when Edgeworth started bringing over Phoenix and Trucy to Europe (in my mind he spends about half the year in Europe and Half in America), while he DID give the reason that he needed Phoenixs help with a case or two (and that wasn't an outright lie) largely he just wanted to spend time with the two of them and didn't know how else to express it, by year 5 Phoenix caught on to what he was doing and found it VERY funny, after that their trips were much less law focused

-Phoenix met Athena in Europe in Year 3 and kept in contact with her until she arrived in America, and oh BOY can she tell he is very upset

-Eventually he does go to therapy like- after DD, at the insistence of Athena and Trucy (it takes him a bit cause he's one stubborn man but he gets there eventually!)

-He started growing out his hair and realized that he did actually like this hair longer so he kept it!

-While he does not regret making Apollo use the forged ace in court, he does hope that one day they'll be able to mend things since he knows it hurt Apollo a lot, he cares about Apollo but is giving Apollo the space he needs to make that choice on his own, he's very proud of both him and Athena

-Trucy gave him her second earring so they could match! He nearly sobbed when she did that hgjkhl He did have to get his ears pierced to wear it but dw he was very brave about it

ok thats all I can remember rn enjoy HJGKH

#aa4 #you have no idea how often I think about him #MANY thoughts about this silly tragic man #enjoy <3 #luna lrambles

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Lady Danbury: Chapter 2

Word count: ~3,539

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Lord Ledger x Lady Danbury

Warnings⚠️: This chapter contains sexual assault and mentions of a miscarriage.

Description: The new Lady Agatha Danbury was decidedly not happy. Neither was Lord Ledger. Perhaps they might find a bit of happiness in each other.

AN: This is a Lord Ledger x Lady Danbury AU fic. Some plot lines from Queen Charlotte: A Bridgerton Story have been axed🪓

Chapter 1, Chapter 3,

Agatha had never liked doctors. Death, sickness, misery. A bad omen they were. Riding up the drive in their black carriages, she had never seen them ride in anything else. Carrying with them a bag of pain and false hope. A sign of foul times ahead whenever one came around for no one ever called upon them when they were hail and hearty.

Nothing good came from them and their visits. With their poking and prodding. Many instruments in that bag of pain of torture at their disposal to aid in their torment. Much to Agatha’s dismay, the physician and his bag of horrors became an all too regular sight at the Danbury residence.

It was six months into her marriage when the doctor was first called for. A few days before her sixth and ten birthday. Her courses had been late. She had been feeling nauseous, and as if she could sleep the whole day away. Agatha could barely keep down her food yet she felt as if she could eat a horse, and then promptly expel said horse into her chamber pot if she had.

On her fourth day of expelling whatever she tried yet failed to keep down, her husband had sent for a physician. Dr. Simmons. He went to Eton with her husband, but the two were so dissimilar in nature. He was for all intents and purposes a cheerful older man with a jolly face.

One could liken him to a father really. He had a way of easing her nerves as he went about his inspection. He was direct and never ignored her or her questioning. “My youngest is your age, Agatha.” He never called her Mrs. Danbury. A slight to some perhaps, but she did not mind the informality.

He had a smile on his face when he pronounced his assessment. Giving her hand a fatherly pat in reassurance. She was with child. He had assured Mr. Danbury and herself that he’d be back in a fortnight to check on the babe's progress.

Agatha had never seen Mr. Danbury so happy. He could not stop grinning ear to ear. He did not stop to correct her. He had gone so far as to offer her anything she had wanted from her birthday. An offer which she gladly took. She requested a Ratafia cake instead of the Dundee cake that he had insisted upon.

She wanted apricots soaked in champagne, but given her condition, Ratafia cake would have to do. She looked forward to that sponge cake, but that happiness was short-lived. Dr. Simmons had been back before the week's end.

Agatha had woken up before the sun to cramps piercing through her abdomen on the eve of her birthday. A searing pain that nearly blinded her. It was not an unusual occurrence. Her courses brought about a similar pain every month. Spending the first few days of it lying in bed.

Ridden with nausea, a throbbing headache, and cramps that only relented for a moment or two before coming back with a vengeance, but this had not been that. This was a sharper ache than that. This should not be that. She was with child. She carried a child within her. This could not be that.

She had managed to crawl out from under her covers. Hobbling her way to her chamber pot behind her screen. She would not look back. She could not look back. Agatha recalled that she had closed her eyes to calm her breathing. Fearing that she would pass out from her nerves rather than whatever it was that ailed her.

It could have been hours or a few minutes, but she finally managed to calm her nerves to pull away from the pot. Bracing herself to face whatever awaited her at the bottom of that porcelain base.

A mass of deep crimson is what her eyes landed upon. A trail of crimson marked her descent. Blood. As far as she could see. Disappearing beyond the screen. If she were to peer out from where she stood she would see the end of that trail. Leading to her bed. To her linens and feather mattress. Soaked through with her babe's blood.

That was what remained of it. What remained of the thing growing inside her. Her child. It would have been her child, but now it was a thing. A clump of blood the color of jam. Blackberry jam. It looked like blackberry jam. Mr. Danbury’s favorite and it had come out of her. She screamed for Coral.

Agatha bleed for two weeks straight. Her cramps caused her to be bedridden for half the day, she absolutely refused to eat jam with her toast, but shame as she was to admit it, she did not feel sadness at its loss. That was what she had taken to calling her would be babe. It was a thing. Not a person. It certainly had not looked like a person and it would never grow into one.

Perhaps she should have felt shame, felt sadness, felt something, but the only thing that she felt, the only thing that she mourned, was the fact that their marital relations, which had been halted on account of her being with child, would resume in due course.

Mr. Danbury had been warned by Dr. Simmon that she had needed time to heal after the stress of their loss. Six weeks. True enough he had followed the doctor's orders. Kept to himself. He stayed in his own rooms. He did not disturb her. Let her recover. For a time at least, but all too soon that little window of respite had shut. He had not waited a moment more to resume his husbandly rights.

Wife. He would call out for her with a whine and she’d make her way to his bedroom, like a child being called for its supper. She never got used to the stretch. He always rammed his appendage, a short little stubby thing, with no preamble into her. Over and over.

He found her whimpers, which only came about because his thrusts would often cause her skull to crack against the headboard, to be an irritation. So he took to pushing her down onto the mattress when taking her from behind and pushing her head into her pillow when he was on top of her. She had learned to brace her head with her hands thrown before her. Agatha bit her lip to stop her whimpers and Mr. Danbury no longer pushed her head into her pillow.

Thankfully he never took to kissing her during the act. He rarely touched her. A withered hand on her hips or her breasts, but that was the extent of it. It was always silent, save for the bed creaking and his low grunts. An emotionless affair. Ended by “I believe that should be sufficient enough to put my son in you wife.” His son. His heir. The baby race Coral had taken to calling it. It had become his obsession. A race she was losing.

The doctors became a steady occurrence. An endless rotation for one was not good enough. Parading up and down the halls of her residence with their heavy boots, spectacles, and dark bags. They were usually called a week after her courses had ended.

Once they were called twice in a month. Her courses had come twice that month. She had screamed for Coral when she had seen the blood at the bottom of the pot once more. She had to be given a tonic for her nerves. She would not stop crying even after Dr. Simmons had promised her that it was indeed her moon tide that had made another appearance and not a babe lost. More doctors were sent for.

Hysteria one of them claimed. Everything was attributed to her hysteria or her melancholy. All according to Dr. Henrich Otto. A vile little German man. Agatha grew to loathe the sight of him the most out of the lot of them.

Besides the occasional odd comment, Henry has five sons and I have not one. His wife is ten years your senior wife, Mr. Danbury did not chastise her too much for inability, her one duty, to bear him a son and heir. Instead, he let Dr. Otto do that with his talk of hysterics.

He took great joy in her torment. In making her go mad. She was convinced he wanted to drive her mad. Never running out of ways in which to do so. Taking away what little pleasures she did have in this life as Mrs. Danbury.

She needed rest, the doctor said. Proper rest. She was far too active and those activities were putting a strain on her. They were leading her mind to wander without respite. That was the cause of her hysteria. Her empty womb.

Agatha needed someone so that she may focus her energies on conception. Coral, who should have been considered for the job, was deemed to be far too vapid to take up her duties. She would run their house into the ground.

That honor went to Rupert, their butler, a servile old man whom Agatha was half convinced that he had been around since the days of Moses. He was not truly a bad man, but whenever he was in the presence of one who he considered his superior, he bent to their Will so easily that one had to question if he had a spine, to begin with.

When he called upon their residence it was a day-long affair. He always began by making a show out of his inspection of her intimate place. He had said that she was too small to use his tools upon so he used his hands. His fingers were cold, unnaturally so. Far colder than her husbands, and yet those thin fingers that impaled her with great discomfort knew her more intimately in that place than he. Mr. Danbury never touched her there save for his member.

She snapped a month into her treatment when he had begun thrusting his fingers in and out of her in the same manner as her husband did with his appendage. “Why don’t you just impregnate me yourself, Doctor?”

It was inappropriate. If her former governess were to burst through her bedroom door, she would have taken her by the ears and made her wash her mouth with soap, but what he did was improper and Agatha could no longer bear it. He had enough shame to pull away. Her husband could not even look her in the eye. Merely clearing his throat as he fixed his dark gaze upon her mantlepiece.

After he was finished with his poking, the leeches came. To purify her of the toxins that festered. Preventing her husband's seed from taking root. He placed those creatures upon her inner thighs. Sucking the lifeblood out of her. Some days he’d take his knife and cut her himself. It was preferable to his other ministrations. The army of his foul tonics that burned her throat came last.

They tasted like rotten eggs and earth. Dr. Simmons' elixirs did not taste much better, but he always made her laugh at her. It was month after month of his treatments, but her womb never quickened. A most curious thing to Dr. Otto. For his methods were proven with great success.

Lemon tops. Dr. Otto accused her of inserting lemon tops into herself to prevent her husband's seed from taking. He accused Coral of helping her procure said lemon tops. Bringing them with her morning tea. She had implored Mr. Danbury to see reason. Forgoing the citrus fruit in her tea to convince him of her innocence.

Dr. Otto was a man who did not like to be bested. So he turned his ire onto Dr. Simmons. He knew how much ease she felt. How she trusted him. Her husband had wanted him to dismiss Dr. Simmons when he had found the German, but she had managed to keep the man in their employ.

Despite Mr. Danbury’s rough ways with her; he was not a cruel man at heart. He was not a sadist. He was just a man desperate for an heir. For recognition. For a legacy and oftentimes it led to her discomfort, but he did what most husbands would do in his position. She was sure of that.

A compromise was struck. She would see his doctor without complaint and subject herself to his treatments and her doctor would be kept. A compromise that Dr. Otto wanted rid of. For he found him to be a disturbance to his work of curing her.

Dr. Simmons had asked once to examine one of Dr. Otto’s tonics. A week after both doctors had gotten into a little tiff over her progress. Each accusing the other for the lack of it. One sniff of the vile concoction and the good doctor had promptly emptied the rest of the bottle into her wash basin. He wore a frown upon his gray brow as he advised her never to take it again for it would leave her worse than they had found.

He had given his own poultice and ordered the cook to prepare her a diet of beef broth and yams in substitute for the potatoes she ate with her roast. An African remedy for infertility. His mother swore by it. That had been the final straw for her husband's doctor.

Voodoo he called it. The great Dr. Simmons, so beloved by Agatha, undermined his methods, his treatments because he favored his African witchcraft. He put on a rather It had no place in society. He was no man of science. He was a charlatan.

For that too she had to beg Mr. Danbury not to send her doctor away. “Dr. Simmons was educated here. You went to school with her husband. He is English. He is only trying to help us. Dr. Otto is a foreigner from a German backwater. His methods are barbaric.”

It was this reminder of his Englishness and their own that stopped him from listening completely to his German doctor, but time and again the doctor tested the limits of Hermains tolerance. Succeeded at pushing the boundary to the very edge. However, even those with the most patience or those willing to overlook much impertinence have their limits. Dr. Otto had exceeded them.

He had cut her too deep during his bloodletting. She had unnerved that great man of science. His proud mask of self-assurance, his arrogance, had cracked with a few musings she hadn’t meant to leave from her lips but left nonetheless.

“You look down upon Dr. Simmons’ voodoo yet your remedies fail to heal my hysterics just the same as his doctor.” She had barely uttered the last word when the knife in his hand pierced past tissue. A gash marring her umber skin instead of a light graze. Finding an artery rather than a vein.

The blood flowed out from her while he watched on in a half daze. His face the color of her blood. Agatha would have slipped into an eternal sleep had it not been for Dr. Simmon's quick work as Dr. Otto repeated his only defense. She had distracted him with her chittering.

Her husband's patience had finally worn out. A wife who had difficulty conceiving was inconvenient, but a dead wife was more so. A woman cold in her grave could most certainly not produce heirs. Dr. Henrich Otto was at long last sent away and even Dr. Simmons' amusing visits were halted.

Mr. Danbury had resigned himself to the bitter truth that his young wife, the wife he had found a seed on the garden floor, that he had molded to be his Eve upon this earth may never quicken with his child again.

With this reluctant acceptance that she might be barren, her husband had sent for his brother's son and his mother to stay with them. He needed an heir and if he could not get one from Agatha his nephew would do.

Agatha had never particularly liked her sister-in-law. The woman was cool. Unaware or rather uncaring of others' feelings. They could be attacked by a gang of bandits and she would inquire about when the tea would be served when they arrived home.

She supposed her disposition was born out of necessity for she had become a widow at quite a young age. Still, she was not pleasant to be around. In her company, one felt like they were walking on eggshells. The ladies at tea dreaded seeing her emerge from the Danburys carriage with her black veil she insisted upon wearing long past her mourning period.

She made cook or one of the maids cry with her criticisms, and Agatha took to voluntarily locking herself in her room during her brief stay. Her husband easily grew tired of his late brother’s wife’s presence. Sending her back to her home in Bath with some expediency. A decision which relieved both parties for the widow found London to be “a circus” and Mr. Danbury found her to be the most opinionated woman he had the misfortune to be acquainted with.

Thankfully, Dominic Danbury had not inherited his mother’s frosty disposition. The boy was a sweet though shy child. He was away at school for most of the year. Or sequestered off to his own wing of the house with his nanny when at home. Mr. Danbury detested the noises of small children. Especially when they were at play. For all his talk of wanting an heir Agatha doubted that he spent more than a few minutes every few months in his chosen heirs company.

There was of course another matter which preoccupied her husband’s mind. The fact that Mr. Danbury was and remained Mr. Danbury rather than Lord Danbury.

It was little wonder why Miss Ingram had drilled in her head the names and titles of every landed gentleman in the country when Agatha had been but a little girl. She did not know which her husband obsessed over more. Her barren womb or his lack of a title. These wants plaguing him night and day. Kept him awake bemoaning to her on the nights when he visited her bed, clinging onto the hope that she may become with their child, or when she joined him for supper.

“My father was king.” Back home she’d add to herself. “Good friends with our king.” Business partners. Precious metals, gold, spices all in exchange for weapons. The one thing the English had plenty of. “I am the son of a king. What are these gentleman's blood to mine?” African blood. Not English. Not even European.

Mr. Hermain Danbury was the son of a great king. Of a rich kingdom. Riches beyond what this tiny dank island held. What they could dream of, yet Sierra Leone was still an African nation. Not English.

It was not just her husband who was fixated on his lack of recognition. They all were. The Kent’s, the Hastings’, the Smythe-Smiths. All the families on their side of the Ton. They felt and expressed their slight with great displeasure. The men and their wives alike. One way or another the conversation whenever they gathered would always turn back to their lack of a proper social standing within England society.

They were royalty back home or as good as it and here they were not given so much as the courtesy of a title. The men were denied membership at Whites, hunts with the king, land, and income from said land. The wives were kept from the best modistes, teas at the palace, and society balls. They had no place at court, but for all his moaning she supposed her husband had more access than most of the gentlemen on their side.

She herself had been to the palace twice. Her husband a dozen times that she could recollect. The old king was rather fond of Mr. Danbury, but the old king was dead and this one and his court were more elusive than his grandfather’s.

Their kind would never mix. It was their side and Agatha’s. Even the most rarefied among them, those who they had known since childhood, went to school with, and were their equals in every way were othered. They would never see them as English. That is why she had not believed Coral when she said that they had received an invitation from the palace. Not until she held the letter in her hand and read the contents thrice.

A wedding. They had been invited to the king's wedding. She could not, did not even fully believe it then. Not when they had arrived at Saint James. Not when Princess Augustus had declared them Lord and Lady Danbury. She had thought it was all some trick. A jape. A show even.

It was not until Agatha had seen a tawny face in a cream gown peering out with a look of determination and desperation from the archway overhead that she realized this was no mistake. Agatha held back a laugh at the sight of the missing piece. The picture becoming clear as crystal.

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