#And!!! Dress like a pirate my beloved

[the-nameless-wacky-inventor]

*shaking* I need everyone to listen to Madilyn Mei immediately

[soap-2091]

Since y'all liked my first robin edit so much have another one! 

The beast pirates outfits where needing something more in my opinion

esp since Oda seems to be against pants on girls

[msfantasy-anime]

The Very Real Wedding

Monkey D. Luffy x Reader

Summary: a short story prequel to my wife. This is the story of when Sabo and Ace arranged a wedding ceremony for their younger brother.

Part I • Part II

The sky is dark, and the straw hats ships is lively and rambunctious as ever. You sit amongst the crew on deck as you enjoy each others company, and singing songs like the drunkards you were. The mood begins to settle down, as your full bellies urge you all into a food coma, prompting the crew to request you for a story.

“Common Y/n, dont give us the cliff notes of your ‘wedding’ we want to hear the whole story!” Usopp begs making Chopper nod in agreement.

Looking over at your beloved best friend, he just chuckles and waits for you to speak further.

“Okay, if you insist…”

12 years ago in the East Blue

“You’re not seriously going to Dadan’s place again, are you?” Ace taunts the small Luffy, who remains crouched in the bushes, pulling any plant that looks like a flower.

“Of course I am, I promised Y/n I’d bring her flowers everyday.” Young Luffy exclaims, as he ties the specially curated bouquet with a broken vine he found laying on the floor.

“Don’t give Y/n that!” Sabo exclaims, wacking the bouquet from Luffy’s hands. “That vine is poisonous!”

“Ouch, ouch, ouch! It hurts!” Luffy begins to sob, waving his stinging hands around, a reddish rash colouring across his palms.

“You idiot!” Ace scolds. “Let us do it.” Ace grumbles as the two brothers begin to pick out plants for a new bouquet of flowers. “What will it take for you to stop picking these stupid flowers everyday and focus on your pirate training?”

“For her to marry me.” Luffy answers, as he continues to blow air on his itchy hands.

“Fine then, Sabo and I will arrange for your wedding ceremony and then you can finally stop doing this stupid crap everyday.”

“Are you guys serious?!” Luffy exclaims excitedly, his giggles making Ace shudder with creeping awkwardness at his love sick brother.

“Uh huh, sure.” Sabo sighs dismissively, tying off the new bow.

Climbing up the final step, you land on the treehouse entry in your cleanest formal dress as requested by the three boys.

There you saw Ace waiting at the front, his foot tapping impatiently along the wooden plank.

“Hurry up already, we’ve been waiting ages.” Ace hurries you along. Looping his arm through your own and pulling you through the entry.

“This is stupid-Luffy isn’t going to stop visiting me daily just because of a fake wedding ceremony.” You scold the older boy.

“The idiot doesn’t know the difference, just do it would ya?” Of course the question is redundant as Ace shoves you through the entry door and straight into the hideout.

“Dun-dun-dunddun-dun-dun-da-da.” Sabo hums to ‘Here Comes the Bride’ flicking his fingers in the air as if conducting an invisible, silent, orchestra. You could just about laugh at the scene before you.

The boys clearly took the silly celebration seriously.

There’s random bunches of flowers, a make shift wedding arch with a clean dressed Luffy.

You figured, you might as well take the ceremony as seriously as the boys took it.

“Wait, what about the flower girl?” You ask teasingly, to which Ace stomped to the nearest rose. Ripping off the head and throwing the petals to the floor.

“There.” He says bluntly, looping his arm back around yours and tugging you along the ‘aisle’, as you take dramatic steps for your performance.

Arriving at the alter, you’re met with an excited Luffy, who is so filled with energy, he’s practically bouncing in place, which you couldn’t help but giggle at. “Lady and Gentlemen, we are gathered here today to join Y/n and Luffy as husband and wife. If anyone objects, speak now, or forever hold your peas.”

“It’s peace.” You object.

“Why would it be peace? You can’t hold peace, but you can hold peas, so it must be peas.” Sabo justifies as Luffy hums in agreement.

“Oh, that makes sense.” Luffy says as you roll your eyes.

“Luffy do you take Y/n as your-“

“Yep!” Luffy yelps excitedly, his eagerness makes him jitter faster in his place.

“Y/n do you take Luffy as your lawfully wedded husband, to love in sickness and in health until death do you part?”

“I vow to love Luffy even after death.” You say this to tease Luffy, but any of your cold taunting flies right over his head.

“… then I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride.”

As you turn to peak Luffy on his cheek, he smacks a big ole’smooch to your lips. His cheeky smile flashing towards your shocked face.

Without a second to spare, Ace begins to pellet you both with dried rice, with as much force as he could muster.

To which you break out into a squeal running for cover in a fit of laughter.

“Ace you jerk!” Luffy yells in anger. Running towards his brother and tackling him to the ground.

The two roll on the floor, tussling and grabbing at each-other.

Sabo jumps on top of Luffy and Aces trying to break the two up.

Present Day

“Stop it! I can’t handle the crippling loneliness anymore!” Frankly cries again, Robin turns to comfort Franky again as he continues to blow his nose into the hanky.

“What an exquisite story teller you are! I felt like I was there. We need a story teller in the crew don’t we Luffy. Y/n can keep a record of our adventures.” Brook lays his compliments on thick, egging Luffy on as he begins to belly laugh.

You smiled awkwardly at the over the top praise.

“Whattya say Y/n? Wanna join my crew?” Luffy asks, his huge infectious smile crossing his face.

If you have the means to, tips are always appreciated.

[hemmingsleclerc]

Disneyland ┃CL16

summary: where the leclerc family spends a day at disneyland

It was a warm day in Los Angeles and Charles was packing the last of his little daughter's things into her mini-backpack. He had decided to take a break from the busy world of racing to spend quality time with his girlfriend and his energetic 4-year-old daughter, Emma. He had decided to take his girls to Disneyland.

When they entered the huge park, Emma's eyes opened with excitement as she saw the Disney characters, the various games and the other children dressed as their favorite characters. Charles and Y/N exchanged smiles, knowing that this day would be filled with laughter and unforgettable memories.

The first stop was Fantasyland, where they entered classic attractions such as "It's a Small World" and the Mad Hatter's teacups where even though Emma was barely 4 years old, she loved speed and laughingly shouted at her parents to turn the wheel cup faster.

Right there, Emma insisted on dressing up, excusing herself that it was to feel the magic in a better way, so they entered the store where they sold the different costumes and let Emma freely choose what their clothes would be for the rest of the day.

Now, Charles dressed as Prince Charming, Y/N in the beautiful Cinderella dress and Emma dressed as a little Wendy, strolled through Adventureland, where they met pirates and sailed through the mysterious waters of the Pirates of the Caribbean attraction. Charles hugged Emma, while Y/N captured the funny image of them dressed as Disney characters with the pirates.

Emma, now a little ahead of them, was trying to run in the direction of the car ride, eager to ride the cars from one of her favorite movies.

''!Emma Jules don't run so fast!'' Charles shouted trying to reach his little daughter.

As the day progressed, the Leclerc family ran into beloved Disney characters, posed for photos, and enjoyed treats like Mickey-shaped ice cream, among other things. Emma insisted on meeting Peter Pan and Wendy, the characters of her current favorite movie, and Charles and Y/N happily agreed, following her daughter's enthusiasm.

The highlight of their day was a surprise meeting with Mickey Mouse and Minnie themselves. Emma's eyes widened in pure amazement as she hugged the iconic characters. Charles and Y/N exchanged a proud look, grateful for this opportunity to make precious memories for their daughter.

As the sun began to set, the family rushed to see the spectacular fireworks show in the front row. Emma sat on Charles' shoulders, pointing to the sky in wonder as explosions of color lit up the night.

Leaving the park, tired but happy, Charles and Y/N , with their daughter in their arms, headed to their car. The little girl had fallen exhausted after that day.

While Y/N placed Emma in her seat, Charles tried to unbutton the collar of that costume they were still wearing.

''What are you doing Charlie?''

''I've been choking on this costume all day but I didn't want to take it off for Emma. These things are not designed for people with f1 driver necks''

''Let me help you'' his girlfriend laugh

With a little effort they managed to noticeably loosen the collar of the suit and then climbed into their respective seats to reach the comfort of their hotel to rest.

''¿Do you think she had fun?'' charles said in a low voice trying not to wake up his daughter in the back seat.

''I'm sure she had the best time, baby, plus, I got to see you in that cute costume all day. You looked very handsome''

''What can I say? Although you are not far behind, you look beautiful in that dress, did you know that Cinderella is one of my favorite movies?'' he said smiling

''Oh shut up'' Y/N covered her mouth trying to silence her laughter.

They indeed had the best time.

[planchettewrites]

"Red Hair" Shanks (One Piece)/AFAB!Reader

DESCRIPTION: Imagine being "Red Hair" Shanks' wife.

CONTENT: Angst (Shanks losing his arm, talk of infidelity), Fluff (Weddings, Falling in Love)

A/N: Shanks my beloved. While I work on an ideally long Sanji fic, I needed something to post. Hence, this Shanks imagine. This can be read as OPLA!Shanks or Anime/Manga!Shanks. My friend Claudia always tells me being Shanks' wife would be a rather depressing endeavor, but to that I say, bring it. Enjoy bbys!

653 words | Safe!

Imagine being Shanks’ wife.

You’re not a pirate; you’re far from it. You worked at Party’s as a barmaid; you just happened to be the lucky lady to catch Shanks’ eye. Red Haired Shanks, a feared pirate, was nothing but a man with his hat in his hand asking to marry you. You had feelings for the pirate for a while, so of course, you accepted his proposal. You still remembered his words: “Would you marry me, darlin’? Make me the happiest man alive?” His words made you melt. Everything about him made you melt.

The wedding was nothing special in the grand scheme of things; it was what would be considered a “courthouse” wedding. It was held at the very bar you met, and you dolled yourself up nice: your nicest dress, your best available makeup, and you did your hair the way you like it. Shanks wore his Sunday best—which frankly wasn’t much, but you were always a sucker for the rugged look. The rest of the Shanks’ crew and all your friends were there too. Your officiant was the town elder, who looked at you and Shanks with a smile. He grabbed your hands, wished you eternal happiness, and told the pirate that he better not let a single tear slip down your cheek. Shanks promised. 

There were two days he couldn’t keep that promise, the first being the day he lost his arm. As he and Luffy came to shore, you noticed the blood draining from the lost limb and screamed. You screamed so loud you were sure they could hear you around the East Blue. As Makino ushered Luffy away, you practically threw yourself at your husband. You were sobbing, grabbing at his shirt, asking what the hell had happened. He shushed and cooed you quietly, telling you what happened. You wanted to punch him, scream at him for his recklessness, but he was protecting a child that he cared for, and you couldn’t fault him for that. As you ushered him to the medic, you continued to cry. You loved your husband more than anything, and nothing would ever change that.

The second time he made you cry was when he left for the Grand Line, telling you that you couldn't come with him. You were enraged, and you showed it with tears. Thoughts raced of him with a hoard of different women, him getting hurt, or getting betrayed, or worse, his death. You couldn't stand any of those things; you needed to be there with him. You rarely got angry at your husband, but today was the day you became livid at him. Instead of screaming out of sheer horror, you screamed in sheer anger. How dare he? How dare he find it acceptable to leave you here forever? Alone. Alone, without the man you promised to spend the rest of your life with. Beck Beckman and the rest of the crew watched this unfold; you were not one to make a scene, but you weren’t going down without a fight. Beckman had approached Shanks, saying he was more than welcome to bring you. 

Shanks shook his head and said: “I couldn’t live with myself if she got hurt.” 

You fell to your knees. You weren’t going to beg. You had to accept this fate, the fate of a wife with a husband out at sea. Until you feel Shanks lift your chin and help you return to your feet. He kissed you with passion and pulled you into the tightest hug he could: “Where would I be without my wife by my side? You can come along, darlin’.”

From that day forward, you were on the sea with the Red Hair Pirates. More importantly, you were on the sea with your husband, the feared pirate Red Haired Shanks. Your souls in the ocean together would be, and that’s all you needed to be happy. 

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[palskippah]

Swordfighter Peach that reminds me of a pirate my beloved!!

My first thought like some people at Twitter was to draw her and Mario in a dress too askdsjdk

This had a second drawing that was Peach and her little friend, but I deleted it and now I can't recover it 😔 it was like this:

Peach (thinking the drawing above while blushing and smiling, dressed as swordfighter): I wish Mario was here,,

Stella (nicely): Who?

Peach: My boyfriend 😊

[god-mouths]

Scott pilgrim is a modern retelling of Dante’s Inferno, and I want to talk about it

Hi . Brought this up very briefly a while ago but i rewatched spto with friends last night and got my gears turning. I don’t usually make posts like this but It’s been on my mind and I want to share. Here we goooo. Under read more becwuse I wish not to disturb my beloved friends with a long post

First off, let’s start with theeeee obvious.

Say hello to our Dante and Beatrice.

I don’t think I need to go into this first one much, but Scott and Dante are of course the heroes(term used lightly. Scott is not a good person and honestly neither was fuckinh Dante of all people) of their respective tales, going through hell and back to win over this ethereal, “too good to be true” heavenly dream girl. Scott even dies to get her in the end, like Dante venturing down into the depths of hell, dying and then ascending to get to Beatrice. If I wanted to really stretch it I could say the dreamscape is a sort of purgatory but I don’t think there’s enough evidence for that one.

Next,

Our Virgil. What’s up, Wallace.

In the comics Wallace acts as a sort of guide to Scott. We end up seeing him less as the comic progresses, which I find lines up with Virgil having to part ways with Dante before he enters heaven. Not much to say otherwise admittedly. Love you though buddy

Now for the symbolism of hell. Since there are nine circles of hell, it obviously can’t match up one to one with the exes unless we add some of scott’s relationships to the mix, which both doesn’t make sense, causes this analysis to get stupider than it already is, and leaves some characters left over that already don’t fit in to these parallels.

Luckily, however, there are The Seven Deadly Sins. Going to be going in sin order rather than ex order here

Firstly,

MATTHEW PATEL - PRIDE

- the first boyfriend and the first sin very conveniently line up, which threw me off track because I thought the exes would go in the order of the sins. Enyways

- in the movies, comics, and shows, he is insanely flashy with how he presents himself. It’s the entrance, the dances, the expressive clothing (“that guy’s dressed as a pirate” “pirates are in this year!”, modifying Gideon’s suit to fit his color palette, the outfit he wore while kicking gideon’s ass). The theatre kid in him essentially

- taking the lead in the musical Knives and Stephen presented him with— they knew how to cater to him, because he views himself as the coolest bitch on the planet. Which honestly he kind of is but don’t tell him this

- so headstrong in his pride that he fucks up. Repeatedly. First to get killed, too cocky, spends all of gideons money “I’ve lost billions!”

- believes he’s entitled to Ramona as soon as he wins the fight against Scott

GIDEON- GREED

- I don’t feel like I have to explain this one but I will because I enjoy him greatly

- CEO, billionaire. Money money money mr rich

- literally “owns” or tries to excersize ownership Ramona in the comics and movie as if she belongs to him— with the glow, or with the chip implanted into her neck with his logo on it.

- has all of his past girlfriends cryogenically frozen. All for him none for anyone else. They should only love meeeeee.

- wants everything for himself in excess. Women, fame, money. Almost considered pride for him also but greed is more fitting

KEN AND KYLE- ENVY AND LUST

- holy shit this image has five pixels so sorry about that I’m on my phone and Google images sucks

- anyways of course they’re sharing sins

- not much to say here as they don’t show up much, and it’s easy to make the argument of envy or lust for ANY of the seven exes. These two were the hardest to figure out. Not as sure on Envy, but can definetly advocate for lust— playing around with women, thinking they were playing around with Ramona.

TODD- GLUTTONY

- this one was the easiest one for me. Like come on

- breaks vegan edge in the comics, movie, (vegan police), and show (Wallace breakup event 2 dead 5 injured)

- his whole persona revolves around food. Of course gluttony doesn’t always mean food but here it most definetly equates. Even when he’s vegan he always makes it a talking point of how superior he is to others because of this fact, only for it to blow up in his face when his enjoyment of non vegan food catches up to him.

ROXY- WRATH

- a very angry girl to be sure. Takes her emotions out using violence, attacking Ramona the first time she sees her, even though she is going out of the order of the league and supposed to be attacking Scott (although I guess that point is moot because they all think he’s dead at that point)

- “I’m bi-furious” line from the movie deserves a shout out here I think

- (completely justified) Unending rage against Ramona in the show, and scott in the comics and movies. She is PISSED.

Lastly,

LUCAS LEE- SLOTH

- also one of the easiest ones. Could have made an argument for pride (tries to prove he can land a sick ollie so hard that he dies) or greed (movie star who lives in huge mansion), but sloth ultimately fit the bill the best.

- even before we get into his reoccurring theme of “whatever” in the show, it’s pretty evident in the comics and movie that he doesn’t care enough to extend effort. He tells Scott he’ll leave him alone and say his ass got kicked if Scott gave him a twenty dollar bill, sends his stunt doubles to fight Scott in his stead.

- onto the show, he lets his stardom slip out of his fingers with his attitude, not even caring to read or memorize the script anymore (“is that why half the lines in your last film were ‘Let’s Party’?” “I uhh, read the title.” Etc). Just spends all his time messing around and skateboarding. The title of his episode is literally “Whatever”. He doesn’t give enough of a shit to care. Which. Respect I guess

Extra; the exes ARE referred to as “the seven deadly chumps” in the show.

In conclusion;

[jabberwockprince]

happy pride! here's the fullbody refs for spina venatores <3 I still need to work on other stuff for their artfight profiles like their i2 illustrations and battle chibis but soon ..... s o o n ....

extras and rambles under the cut o7

reworked their manus fits from this old ref and tweaked the colors to make them more blue bc they looked SO purple on certain screens

venison has little to no changes, other than their scrapped i2 outfit, but its really funny how they have 3 fucking refs. 3 of them. plus a whole fucking obsolete i2 garment illustration

favoritism fucking SUCKS

mutton is pretty much exactly the way i pictured her so shes perfect and gave me zero issues <3. then there's chevon who is annoying and wants to exclusively dress up like some dramatic pirate/vampire but his fit reminds me so much of julian the arcana i cant get that out of my head.

poultry and veal are the ones who changed the most in their i2 garments, cause it hit me that poultry cannot be exclusively tied to vertin's team like venison and chevon on account of poultry being a human--she needs ties to the foundation or foundation adjacent groups like laplace to survive storms like ezra (laplace being the one organization she would love to join). but then it also hit me that she would not be allowed to join laplace THAT easily on account of. the horrors the crimes and whatnot, so for now she's on probation working as madam Z's assistant

the arrangement also works wonders bc veal is the one who has the most trouble graduating from the school of discipline, and spina venatores consists of ppl who Cannot Be Separated. so having the two somewhat close and still in touch is good <3 it prevents a lot of accidents. veal wears the foundation uniform just because they want to match with poultry

it also works bc venison's colors outside of manus are very similar to the foundation's palette, so i get to keep the visual dynamic between them, poultry and veal hehehoho

im STILL debating on how to organize their respective banners, since there's 5 characters instead of the usual 3. my brain is still trying to make their event coherent and its a mess in there AUGH. i could always make venison a limited character bc theyre my beloved blorbo. or make veal a limited character bc it would be very fuckign funny to have them randomly shapeshift into a different 6* that you own and just have that be their mechanic

i could also add aianteia to make the numbers even and have four 6* and two 5* but. then i would have to make refs for that bastard. and i dont have it in me. WHATEVER, I'LL FIGURE IT OUT!!!

[oddmawd]

THE ART OF QUEEN SACRIFICE - A Dark Doflamingo Romance

SUMMARY: In chess, a player commits “queen sacrifice” by intentionally giving up their queen to gain a significant strategic or material advantage upon the board. But life is not a game of chess, and such strategies are easier prescribed than practiced — a lesson the princess of Mary Geoise will personally learn when she offers her hand in marriage to the infamous pirate warlord Doflamingo in order to spare her beloved kingdom from his wrath. [Pirate!Doflamingo x Princess!OC. Unnamed/undescribed OC for x-reader fans.] [Pirate AU. Yes, a pirate AU for One Piece. It makes sense in context, promise.]

TAGS & CONTENT WARNINGS

AO3 Link - This fic is hosted in its entirety exclusively on AO3

FANDOM: One Piece

PAIRINGS: Doflamingo x OC (can be read as Doffy x Reader)

RATING: E(xplicit)

WORD COUNT: 8 chapters total, 75k+ words

GENRE: Dark Romance

TAGS: Alternate Universe - Pirate, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Stalking, Manipulation, Emotional Manipulation, Intrigue, Corruption, Chess, Chess Metaphors, Strategy & Tactics, Yandere, Yandere Donquixote Doflamingo, Pirates, Princes & Princesses, Eventual S m u t, Romance, Dark Fantasy, Non-Linear Narrative, Fairy tale vibes, Cis Female Reader, Cis Female OC

WARNINGS: Canon-typical violence, s m u t in chapters 6-8, Doflamingo is a manipulative bastard

CHAPTER 1 - EXCERPT

The princess of Mary Geoise stood upon the balcony to watch her beloved kingdom burn.

She dressed plainly for the occasion. No finery, no frills, no fuss. That night she wore but a simple gown and plain shoes, bare of all regalia but the bauble she never took from around her pretty neck. She clutched this necklace in her shaking hands for comfort. Most days she hid it beneath her clothes, tucked under modest necklines and away from the prying eyes of her maids and watching father, but the time for such caution had passed.

They were almost at the end, now. Her father could levy no punishments graver than what awaited her come dawn.

“My lady.”

The third and newly appointed general of her father’s armies — for their enemies had slain the first and his replacement alike — bowed upon the flagstones at her feet. Distant fire reflected in the depths of his worried eyes. The princess could not remember his name, though she recalled the black tattoos upon his hands well enough. She bade him stand with a nod, gaze returning to the tableau of destruction playing out before her. Fire had not yet touched the noble quarter, but sparks rose to the stars at the city’s edge, spreading inward through the other districts in a sullen, rust-red ring.

“What news?” she asked with the taste of ash upon her tongue.

“Our blockade has fallen. Pirate forces breached the city walls.”

She closed her eyes. “How many?”

“A-all of them.” The general swallowed. “The Pirate Warlord sent them all.”

From his rightful place atop the conquered throne, her weary father murmured, “Don’t…don’t call him that.”

The wan-faced king sat slumped, mouth slick with wine, fingers clasped around the neck of the seventh bottle he’d downed since news broke of the pirates reaching his kingdom’s shore. He did not look like a king that night. Tonight, he was just a man, the dignity of his station crumbling in the face of imminent defeat.

And like a diamond that had lost its luster, he was ignored. “Pirate ships block the harbor,” said the general. He answered to her, now — a princess in name but the kingdom’s queen in practice.  Especially after the secrets that had recently come to light. “There can be no escape. Not anymore.”

He needn’t have said it. The princess already knew. A game of Monarchic Chess sat behind her, half complete, tiles of the board arranged in the shape of her kingdom, the game of this attack splayed out upon them in perfect, miniature detail. But although the game was not yet finished, she could already predict the outcome. The number of ships, the element of surprise, the pirate warlord’s tactics…her forces were outgunned, and with no warning to aid them, they were outmaneuvered, too. The blockade had been naught but a desperate, last-ditch effort to repel his forces, her final attempt to save them — to save not only herself and the monarchy, but to save the people she had vowed to protect. Her people were the ones who truly mattered in this scenario. She had known her efforts would fail from the outset, and that she acted on their behalf in vain, but hope compelled her try for one last chance at victory.

A chance now slipping through her fingers, as impossible to grasp as hope itself.

“Thank you, General.” She turned from him, and from her father, and returned her attention to the kingdom she had failed. “You are dismissed.”

But he did not leave. Instead he said: “There’s more.”

Bitter laughter charred her throat. “What more could there possibly be?”

“Messengers from the Pirate Warlord — from the enemy.” He corrected himself with a sideways glance at her father. “They came to tell us citizens have been taken hostage.”

Her blood ran cold. “How many?”

“Hundreds. Our operatives have confirmed it. They are gathered in groups, held at gunpoint.”

She considered this for a time. “And the Warlord’s demands in return for their safe release?”

“He…” The general looked as stunned as she felt. “He hasn’t made any.”

“So far,” the princess murmured. “There is still time yet.”

And so she waited. The general left. In his absence, advisors slinked from their hiding places in the shadows of the throne room to stand about like carrion, black-cloaked and beady-eyed, waiting for the corpse to pick clean with their sharp beaks. They wrung their hands, watching her. Whispered in her father’s ear, though he was too drunk to heed them. Many though they numbered, and brilliant in their own right, they were no help to the princess. They never had been, she ruefully mused. She alone had been their savior for many years, unknowing all the while, fighting their battles for them atop the Monarchic Chessboard. But now, even with eyes at last open to the truth, she was helpless to deliver them from this hell on earth.

It was over. It was well and truly over.

High in her tower above the city, the princess’s eyes burned as she gazed at the burning kingdom, lids heavy and thick in their struggle to remain open. So many sleepless nights. So many games played. So many tears spilled that evening, and in the many evenings before the Pirate Warlord attacked her borders outright. But all had been for naught, and now he marched upon her shores. Her enemy, her foe, her villain — he would be here soon. Soon, she would look the devil in the eye, and fall.

Unable to resist, she allowed her tired eyes to close. Smoke and ash rose from the burning city. Wind caressed her cheeks, her throat, even her hands as they clutched the necklace she loved so much. But the cold comfort of the jewel on her palm could not guard against the distant screams of her people as they were menaced by the pirates who had laid her father’s armies to waste. There could be no comfort for the princess as the noose prepared to pull tight around her throat. There could be no stopping the ring of fire sweeping toward her.

Closing her eyes was an insult to the citizens she had failed to protect. They did not have the luxury of awaiting their fate from the impersonal height of a palace tower. 

Thus, she opened them again to stare into the heart of her burning, beloved capital…but to her surprise, the image before her did not match the horrors in her head. The fiery horizon had not moved. The ring of fire had not closed. No, it somehow held steady, a constant halo of destruction that had moved not an inch deeper into the capital city and the palace waiting at its heart. The onslaught had been held at bay by…she knew not what. Had the invasion halted? But why?

What was the pirate warlord waiting for?

Her hands left the stone parapet along the balcony as she whirled to face the throne room.

“You there,” she asked, but the advisors scattered like crows under the stone of her gaze. She turned instead to the guard at the door. “Where is the general?”

“I can find him, Princess,” the guard said, scrambling. “I can — ”

He vanished through the huge oak doors. She returned her stare to the line of fire. Her knees ached from standing on the cold flagstones for hours on end. The princess had not moved since they received word of the unified pirate army’s invasion of the capital, but she refused to sink into despair alongside her wilting father. The bauble in her hand gave her strength. Oh, that beloved pink jewel she wore on its delicate chain — it gave her courage even when weariness clawed her eyes and dug sharp teeth into her psyche. She rolled it through her fingers, weighing it on her palm and giving the sparkling gem the smallest kiss when she thought no one was looking. The diamond held more than mere glitter or monetary value. It held the very core of her dreams in its facets, glinting back at her with a thousand possibilities and all the lives she might have lived had the unthinkable not occurred.

But the unthinkable had occurred. The war had been lost. The pirates had won. She would never be able to tell the person who had given her the gem how much his words had haunted her since their parting. She would never be able to tell him she wanted to reconsider the offer she had rejected. She would never be able to take his hand and say yes as she so longed to. That possibility had gone dark the moment the fires lit. If only she had met him in some other life, perhaps — 

The door opened, and the general said: “He has stopped advancing, Princess.”

She spun in a tangle of skirts. Once again the general knelt upon the stones behind her. Her father moaned atop the throne, but she hardly heard his cry of despair.

“Have our forces rallied?” she asked, but there was no hope in her heart. “I did not think they would be capable — ”

“No. They are not capable.” He passed a tattooed hand over his weary face. “He could press forward again at any time. He has the forces to destroy us in an instant.” But here he paused. “And yet.”

“And yet he has not.” Her hands fisted, fingernails scraping soft skin. “Why has that monster — ?” She shook her head. “He is just a man.”

“Princess?��� asked her general.

“Never mind.” She dropped her hands and turned, head held high, tired eyes unyielding as they dragged her scattered advisors from the shadows. “Tell me again. Tell me everything you know about him.”

“We have told you everything already, Princess,” they whispered.

“Then tell me again,” demanded the princess, “about the Pirate Warlord Doflamingo.”

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[kpop-stories-21]

Sci-fi Section | Among The Stars

Group: ATEEZ

Pairing: Yunho x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Rating: 18-21+

Genres + AUs: Non-Idol AU, Space AU, Aliens, Smut

Content & Trigger Warnings: Alien!Yunho, Space Pirate!Reader, explosions, injuries, reader & crew are presumed dead, unprotected sex(wrap that shit up kids), size kink, pet names, dirty talk, fisting, oral sex(f receiving), double penetration, orgasm denial

Summary: You just wanted this job to go down without a hitch so you could take a long overdue vacation. You weren't planning to end up in bed with a hot alien dead-set on making you scream his name for the whole planet to hear.

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When you entered the Sci-fi section you were surprised to find the glowing book right away. Taking a moment to collect yourself, you pulled the book from the shelf and opened it. White light filled your vision before fading to black.

"Y/N, wake up! We're here!"

Sitting up with a start, it took you a moment to remember that you were in the captain's quarters of your beloved little ship Desire. You'd been having a strange dream about a library and some kind of trial you were supposed to complete. Shaking your head to clear it, you dressed and exited your room.

Yeonjun was waiting for you in the cockpit with the rest of your crew. You smiled at them, a sense of relief filling you as you gazed at the large blue planet Azerulas. Once this shipment was delivered, you would have the money to expand both your clientele and the reach of your travels. All six of you were praying to whomever might be listening that everything would go over without a hitch.

Taking your place in the pilot's seat, you turned off the autopilot and expertly steered the ship into the queue to await your turn at the security gate that hovered above the planet.

You'd never been to this planet, but many of the foods and drinks you enjoyed on Earth originated from here, so you hoped you'd have time to enjoy the sights and tastes.

When you reached the gate, you were surprised to see a human officer instead of an Azerulan. The exhausted-looking female gave your phoney information a mere cursory glance after discovering the credits embedded in the code of the documents. A quick tap had the money landing in her personal account without trace and she waved you on through.

The grin on your face was wide as you docked in the designated hangar and turned to your crew.

"We've been planning this for months now, everyone knows where they're going and what they're doing. Don't forget, if things look suspicious, say the codeword through our private comm line and we'll retreat back here. Any questions?"

Five pairs of eager eyes watched you excitedly, but none voiced any concerns.

"Alright, let's get this show on the road."

As you disembarked the bright silver of Azerulas' three moons lit the hangar bay like it was daytime. Gazing around in awe, it took mere seconds for you to realise that most of the things you'd heard about this planet's inhabitants were the results of misinformation.

The Azerulans were far less humanoid than you'd been told, each alien bearing two extra arms and glowing multi-coloured eyes. They sported a variety of different skin colours and wore minimal clothing. Mouthfuls of sharp needle-like teeth flashed around you in conversation or laughter, and long forked tongues darted out to moisten dry lips. They were also incredibly tall, the shortest in your immediate sight measuring a good seven feet.

Taking a deep breath, you locked down your ship and activated the theft alarms. Then you set out, your crew falling in behind you as you exited the hangar bay and entered the city.

Your senses were immediately assailed with bright flashing lights and an overwhelming mix of smells that made your eyes water. This had not been at all what you were expecting of the calm-looking blue planet, and it caught you off guard slightly.

Recovering quickly, you turned and spoke to the others in a low voice.

"This place is far busier than we were planning for, so make sure you stay with your partner at all times. We can't afford for anyone to get lost, especially if we have to make a hasty retreat. Got it?"

Everyone nodded and you smiled. "Now, let's get this show on the road!"

The others dispersed as blonde-haired Soobin fell in beside you. You smiled at him but neither of you spoke, fully focused on the task at hand.

After a good half-mile trek through the massive city, you reached your destination: a bar named Star 1117. Taking a deep breath, you pushed the door open and stepped inside.

The bar was surprisingly empty for this hour of the evening, you'd thought the place would be bustling. Perhaps your client was rich enough to buy the place out for the night and keep your transaction completely private.

You could almost feel the tension radiating off of Soobin and knew that he was just as uneasy as you. Something about all this just didn't feel right, like you were walking into a trap. So you both kept a hand on your guns, ready to pull them out at a moment's notice.

"There you are!" A familiar voice declared as you stepped into the bar's expansive storage room. "I was wondering if you were actually going to show up."

The masked face of your client, who had only ever given his name as JK, greeted you with a sharp smile. His dark eyes glittered with some indiscernible emotion.

"My apologies." You and Soobin bowed smoothly in greeting. "There was quite a line at the security gate."

JK chuckled. "Understandable. Azerulas is approaching peak tourist season, so traffic is picking up. Now, do you have what I asked for?"

You nodded. "I do. My crew has it ready to bring in as soon as I see you've brought the money."

"Pretty AND smart! I'm looking forward to doing more business with you."

JK motioned to one of the men behind him who stepped forward and opened the digipak on the table. The pak's holoscreen lit up, showing that it did indeed hold the promised three thousand credits.

"Satisfied?" JK asked, running a hand through his vivid purple hair.

You smiled. "I am." Tapping the watch on your wrist, you opened the private comm line and called for Yeonjun and Huening Kai to bring the package.

A few moments later the duo arrived, a large steel crate swinging between them.

"Two shock guns, a dozen untraceable bombs, and a sniper laser gun. It's all here, just as you requested."

"Very good. You've given me such good service, I almost hate to do this…." JK's voice trailed off as a metal door slid down in front of him.

Before any of you could even think of moving, an explosion sounded immediately in front of you, followed by another to your left, a third to your right, and a fourth from behind you. Heat blossomed everywhere, rapidly filling the room with fire, and you dazedly felt yourself fall to the concrete. Your ears rang as the flames steadily grew, and smoke began to gather in your lungs. You coughed dryly, trying to find your crew as you felt your consciousness begin to fade. You saw Soobin and Yeonjun lying together in a heap, with an arm sticking out from beneath them that you desperately hoped belonged to Huening Kai. Spots danced before your eyes, blending together into a dark curtain that shrouded your vision as you passed out.

You were brought back to wakefulness by a hand pressing gently against your forehead. Your eyes slowly fluttered open, vision blurry until you blinked a few times. You were greeted by the startling sight of an Azerulan male’s face mere inches from your own and jerked back slightly, a hoarse cry scraping your raw throat. The male looked at you apologetically, leaning back to give you space.

“Wh-Where am I?” You asked, afraid that the alien was an associate of JK. “Where’s my crew?”

"They are safe. Do not worry, my friends are tending them as we speak." The Azerulan smiled and continued. "My name is Yunho. My friends and I saw you go in before the explosions, so when they went off and none of you had come back out we grew concerned and ran to see if you needed assistance."

Gratitude filled you as you smiled back at him. "Thank you Yunho. My name is Y/N, and it seems my crew and I owe our lives to you and your friends."

Yunho stood from his seat, all four hands raised in protest. "Nonsense, we were simply doing what any respectable citizens would do. Though I will say, it's not every day I get to rescue a pretty little human."

You blushed, not used to such compliments. Yunho excused himself to go see how his friends were faring with your crew, leaving you alone to process the recent chain of events.

It was clear now JK had set you up from the start, probably itching to get his hands on the bounties for the six of you. Space pirates were a scourge across all the universes, but you and your crew were the most notorious ones to ever exist. This was mainly due to the fact that the government could never catch you no matter how hard they tried, and so the rewards for proof of your death had skyrocketed the longer you evaded capture.

Unbidden, your thoughts suddenly turned to Yunho, and you wondered if his friends were as attractive as he was. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't fleetingly considered jumping his bones once you got over your initial shock of seeing him.

At six feet tall Yunho was the shortest Azerulan you'd seen so far, but he was by far the best looking in your opinion. His skin was a rich forest green with lighter green undertones and hints of brown in shadowed places. His eyes were a mix of blue and yellow with slit pupils and he wore only a long moss-green loincloth, leaving his sculpted torso bare. Elegant gold tattoos sprawled across his chest, arms and legs; an indicator that he held a fairly high position in Azerulas' society.

You shook your head, trying to clear it of the not-so-innocent thoughts floating through it. Yunho had saved you and your crew from death, tended your injuries and given you a place to stay. It would be incredibly inappropriate to repay those kindnesses by trying to get with him. Besides, he probably already had a girlfriend. There was no way a hottie like him was still single.

The next day Yeonjun and Huening Kai both woke up, and you were able to go visit them. That same morning Taehyun and Beomgyu had run into one of Yunho's friends and were brought back to the place you were staying. You were beyond thrilled to see them, relieved that they'd been unharmed. It was during reunion visit that Yunho came to inform you what was going on in the aftermath of the explosions.

JK had slipped from the burning building unseen, then went around telling everyone he'd dispatched the most infamous pirates. He'd even somehow managed to come up with some convincing photographic proof and ran off to some distant planet with the reward money.

You weren't quite sure how you felt, being presumed dead and all. None of you were actually, and it seemed Yunho could tell this, as he said the six of you could stay until you figured out what was next.

You never imagined you'd want to give up pirating so easily, but all of you had just been handed fresh starts on a golden platter and you would all be fools not to take them. So when Soobin woke up a few days later, you all sat down to figure out what to do.

Huening Kai had never gotten to fulfil his dream of going to college, so he decided that he'd like to finally go through with it. Beomgyu liked this idea as well, and said that he'd tag along.

Yeonjun and Soobin, who'd been dancing around their feelings for each other for an unbearably long time, finally decided to take the plunge and start dating. They weren't quite sure where they would go, but said they'd figure it out together.

Taehyun wanted to go back and visit his family, then travel to some of the places he'd always wanted to see.

As for you, you had no clue at all what you wanted to do with your life. You had no family to speak of, and no real ambitions that had been put on hold. Yunho, ever the gracious host, allowed you to continue staying even after the boys had all left.

In the silent days that followed, your initial attraction to Yunho grew stronger. And though you were no expert on alien behaviours, you started seeing some signs that maybe he was starting to feel something for you too.

It all came to a head one day when you accidentally left the bathroom door unlocked while you were taking a shower. You were taking your time under the steamy water, letting your thoughts run wild, when you heard a gasp from the doorway.

Your head whipped around, realising your mistake as soon as you saw Yunho frozen in surprise, a dark blush colouring his cheeks. Your hands flew to cover your private areas, silently cursing yourself for not double-checking that the door was locked.

You could clearly see the conflicting emotions in Yunho's eyes as he tried to figure out how to handle the situation. From somewhere deep inside of you came the mental image of him taking you in the shower, and it had your thighs pressing together.

Movement pulled your attention back to Yunho and you felt your heart lurch at the sight of him stalking towards you, yellow-blue eyes darkened with lust. He ripped his loincloth off in one smooth motion, the action sending a wave of heat straight to your core.

He flung the shower door open so violently it snapped off its hinges and clattered to the floor. Yunho's bulk filled the shower, pressing you against the back wall. You looked up, feeling incredibly small as he towered over you. One hand came up to caress your cheek as he began to speak.

"I've tried to hold back my feelings, you are a guest in my house and I do not wish to disrespect you. It became harder when it seemed that you reciprocated those feelings. But this…this was the final straw. If you are amenable, allow me to express my feelings to you."

You could feel your body practically vibrating with want. You'd never craved for anyone as much as you did for Yunho in this moment. And so you spoke the words he waited to hear.

"Please, Yunho, make me yours."

The Azerulan needed no further provocation, two of his arms immediately lifting you off your feet so he could claim your mouth in a searing kiss. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you kissed back, a thrill fluttering through you when his sharp teeth grazed your lower lip.

"The shower is not an appropriate place for such activities, little one. You will get sick when the water turns cold. Come, let me take you somewhere more suitable."

You nodded your assent, and he began to carry you out of the bathroom. As he walked, his other two hands began exploring your body. One cupped your breast, tweaking and pinching your nipple. The other slipped two fingers inside you, punching a moan from your lungs as your head flew back.

Yunho chuckled. "Your moans are as cute as the rest of you. Don't hold back, let me hear all of them."

His mouth found yours again as he pushed into his room and laid you on the bed. A forked tongue poked at your lips and you parted them, allowing him in.

After a bit you had to part for air, a string of saliva extending between the two of you.

"May I taste you, sweet one?"

"Yes, p-please!" You begged, desperate to know how his tongue would feel.

A smirk crossed his face and two hands gripped your thighs, spreading your legs and kneeling on the floor. As you looked on, you saw him do something you'd had no idea he could do: His tongue, which was far longer than any human's, suddenly split down its centre, effectively creating two tongues.

A gasp fell from your lips as you felt one slip into each of your holes, going further than any fingers ever could. You could feel your high rapidly approaching and choked out a warning to Yunho, who immediately stopped eating you out.

You opened your mouth to complain, but he shushed you.

"Surely you're stronger than that. You can be a good human and hold out till I cum, can't you?"

You'd never held back your orgasm before, but for Yunho you would catch the moon if he asked, so you were certainly going to try.

"Yes, I'll h-hold it! Please I need you inside me!"

"As you wish, little one."

Without further preamble, Yunho began to slowly slide into you. The cry that left you was akin to a scream, his girth bigger than anything you'd taken before. The skin of his length was covered with bumps and ridges that offered extra pleasure as he began to thrust into you at a steady pace.

"Oh g-god, you're so big, gonna break me."

Yunho leaned over, engulfing your smaller frame as he did so. One half of his tongue slid out to curl around the shell of your ear.

"You love being stuffed full like this, don't you? You'd love to be split open on my dick, wouldn't you?"

Goosebumps rose all over your body and you felt your high rushing forward once more.

"Harder Yunho, please. Want you to ruin me!"

At your words Yunho let out a growl that would have been utterly terrifying in any other situation, but in this instance only served to pull a loud moan from you as he began pounding into you so hard the bed started to bang against the wall.

In the midst of all this, you felt something prodding your other hole and realised it was one of his hands slipping inside. One finger went in, then another and another, until finally his entire fist was shoved inside you and began to move. At this you did scream, eyes rolling back as your mind went blank and all remaining thoughts turned fuzzy.

By the time Yunho's hips began to stutter, you had been reduced to a babbling mess incapable of producing any kind of coherent sentence. Once more he leaned over you and whispered into your ear.

"You can cum now, little one. Cum all over my cock for me."

Your mouth stretched wide in a silent scream, your body locking up as the world went white and the most intense orgasm you'd ever had washed over you. You barely registered the sound of Yunho cursing and the feeling of his seed spreading inside you, too lost in the post-orgasmic bliss.

When you came back to yourself you found Yunho lying beside you, gently rubbing your side where a strange mark now rested.

"Wha's that?" You asked, words slurring as though you were drunk.

Yunho smiled softly. "It is a special symbol among our people, a sign of our love-bond to each other. It is very similar to the human concept of marriage, though we do not hold such grand ceremonies to celebrate it."

Your smile mirrored his as you curled into him and felt all four arms wrap around you.

"I think I like this better." You murmured sleepily. "Who needs some expensive ceremony anyway?"

Yunho laughed quietly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before joining you in blissful slumber.

Jolting awake you bolted into a sitting position, eyes darting about wildly. Where were you? What had happened to Yunho? Why were you in a library?

Then reality came rushing back and the fear left your body. Seonghwa had spoken rightly when he said you would forget what was real the deeper you went. Even now, a part of you wanted to dive right back into the book and find Yunho.

Shaking your head, you lifted the key that had appeared in your palm. It was gold, decorated with deep green emeralds. It joined the first two and you stood, catching your breath as you pondered your next move.

Perhaps it would be best to get the worst over with before you were fully sucked into the false realities. Yes, you decided, the Horror section would be next.

Let's get this over with.

[parsheliii]

Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria

"Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza... Err... This is your first night isn't it Great-"

"George, that's the wrong one"

"What?"

"That's the wrong script, you are reading the wrong one!"

"Uh...Oh! I see now, this one?"

"Yup"

"K...

Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria! Where all dreams come true!

Come enjoy a slide of pizza with all your family and friends while listening some fancy music from the Fazbear's Band! Or hearing some curious stories at the Pirate Cove.

Alfred Fazbear, the leader of the band, with Benjamin Babier, our guitarrist, will be the waiters that will assist you when their performance is over, they will be the ones to bring all your wants and needs.

Chanelle Cairo, our sweet vocalist, will also be the chef and cook, the pizza's recipe hasn't changed in decades, the main creator being Alfred's father, Dock Fazbear.

...

I gotta add that Freddy doesn't know how to cook and he is a fucking failure to his family, even his sister was the chef in her own pizzeria back then, how can you be the only one that can't even fry an egg, Fazbear??"

"Keep. Reading. The. F*cking. Script"

"...And last things last, Felix Farley, being our storyteller, is also our delivery, you will get your pizza in a blink of an eye if you use our delivery services!

Being said, the bear here himself, George Kietzman, will be the one taking your phone calls and orders by calling 1-800-083, don't forget delivery services is just for night time!

Afternoon phone orders will have to be taken in the pizzeria's location.

Other things to let you know:

• Fazbear's Band perform every monday to thursday from 4 p.m. to 6 p.m., so write that down in your schedules and don't miss it!

• Pirate's Cove is exclusive for saturday nights and birthday parties, so don't forget to book your next birthday party at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria to enjoy some new stories from our beloved pirate fox!

• Friday nights are the perfect nights for YOU to perform! Come over and show all your talent, or just have some fun at the karaoke with your friends while singing the songs of your choice!

• We are closed on sundays, so we will be seeing you on mondays back again!

That's it, how did I do?"

"...Could have been better"

____________________________________

Endless Show At Freddy's is based on the characters and story from Five Nights At Freddy's, owned by Scott Cawthon.

The story and characters are REALLY different. It includes a lot kind of relationships and ideas that aren't canon in game, but they are in this AU, if you aren't happy with them, I'm not going to change them just 'cause of ya', so keep your words.

The same goes with some characters' genders and designs, they might change from the original character, just because! For the fun of it :]

Who is who? Here is a short list:

Freddy Fazbear→ Alfred "Freddy" Fazbear

Bonnie The Bunny→ Benjamin "Ben" Babier

Chica The Chicken → Chanelle Cairo

Foxy The Pirate Fox→ Felix Farley

Golden Freddy→ George Frederick Kietzman

Notes:

• Mr. Cupcake is Chanelle's pet, he is a chihuahua. He doesn't work there, I just wanted to show how Chica's cupcake looks like in my AU

• If you have been here long enough, George still has ear piercings, but in this reff sheet I couldn't add them because they are in his other ear (this is mostly a note for myself, because I will probably forget lol)

• Felix has another outfit when he works as the delivery, I just preferred to show him with his pirate clothes, I don't want anyone confused by 'why doesn't he have pirate clothes???" I'll do an individual reff just for his delivery clothes, including Chanelle, she also has another clothes while cooking, i'm not going to let her cook with that cute dress!

[beanghostprincess]

Thinking bout transfem Buggy. Thinking about how I firmly believe that Buggy wouldn’t even fucking change anything about herself, dresses suck balls, she’s already wearing makeup as is, what the fuck kind of advantage would there be in being a more feminine pirate anyways? Literally not changing shit about herself except his pronouns are now she/him.

… also thinking about her realizing that about herself as a kid and Shanks just being fully on board with it from the get go. Kid was already secretly in awe at how pretty his best friend could be but now the context is different as well. Of course half the time he wouldn’t tell Buggy that he thinks she’s the prettiest girl in the world because they both still have their friendly bickering dynamic so when he compliments her most of the time it’s partly disguised as a setup to an insult (also because he doesn’t want to embarrass himself in front of the prettiest girl in the world by telling her she’s beautiful) „ You know we COULD just get you a fake fishtail and string you up like a galleon figure in front of our ship. Our enemies would be distracted enough by your lovely hair and eyes so we could get the drop on them easily…. Of course we’d have to stuff your mouth with something because as soon as they hear you shriek obscenities at them the spell would be ruined.“ Cue him dodging a flying fist and laughing maniacally as he makes a run from a furious clown girl.

THE LAST LINE I AM LOSING IT HELP DJSEDBDFJKBAFDBJEKBFJKEBFJAKEJFBSJKDBJKSBFJKBWESKJ

OKAY BUT- But this is actually SO sweet. Transfem Buggy my beloved. Shanks pining for Buggy my beloved. Buggy telling Roger and Rayleigh about being a girl and they're just- So supportive. They land on an island and Roger buys her a pretty dress and she's like "Uh, captain, I don't really like dresses, tbh. But uhhh-" and Roger is like, SO excited to have a girl but he does not know how to raise one AT ALL and Buggy just accepts it uncomfortably bc she doesn't want Roger to feel bad- Then Rayleigh actually buys her something useful and cool af (aka make up) and she isn't sure about it first but that's the start of the prettiest clown ever.

Shanks is pining HARD. It's unbearable. Puppy love. Roger asks Buggy if she wants a room for herself now that she's a girl or whatever and Buggy highly considers it bc damn a room for herself???? That would make Shanks SO jealous. But also she wouldn't see Shanks all the time. Hard decision. But also the fact that they still share a room now makes Shanks go fucking wild. They're stupid, yes.

Buggy doesn't change much after that, but there's obviously something different about her and Shanks can't deal with it. He's so down bad that he'll probably just drown and die or smth. And everybody knows Shanks is in love with her because it's obvious af. You know when Oden and Toki were pining and obviously flirting and Marco and the others were spying on them to see how their relationship developed? Well, same thing here except that these two only bicker and fight and when they aren't doing that, their sweet moments are extremely embarrassing to witness.

Transfem Buggy is,, So real to me. I love you, girl. Maybe Ivankov helps her, even. And then she meets Shanks again and the guy has a fucking stroke.

[monimccoythings]

Wedding crashers part 1

I'm going to make this a pre-Cocoyashi village AU. This may have several parts. I haven't decided yet the length.

tagged: @karma-reader

So, you couldn't say you were entirely on board with this wedding. Your parents came from one of the richest families in all East Blue, and of course, they just wanted to boost up their prestige by marrying one of their children into another of the biggest families.

Your would be suitor was a despicable man, cruel, violent, greedy, snobbish and frivolous that only saw you as another trophy to add to his collection. You found him disgusting. As you stood in front of the mirror in your wedding dress your mind was brainstorming different ways to run away and never be found again.

How could you have expected that luck would be mostly on your side that day, when an entire crew of fishman pirates stormed the wedding venue, to the horror of the guests.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟

After suffering those humilliating defeats at the hands of a human Vice-Admiral and his own sworn brother, Arlong decided that the only way he could fulfill his ambitions and desires of revenge against humanity was settling down in the weakest sea of all.

He wanted to start big, he wanted the humans there to know fear. So when the annoucement of a wedding between two of the most influential and richest families was revealed, he saw his opportunity.

The hired security team stood no chance against his brothers' raw strength. Soon they were all at their mercy. As they took everything they wanted and more, Arlong took a walk around the opulent halls of the wedding venue. Humans always liked to flaunter their power and wealth to the world, so disgusting.

At first, the only reason he had come there was to steal and scare the humans into submission. But when he opened the door to your room and saw you there in your wedding dress, looking all ravishing and innocent, a more diabolical plan started forming in his head.

"My, my, what a beautiful little present we have here. All ready to be unwrapped." You took a couple of steps backwards, and he followed, his smile, full of sharp teeth turning predatory. Without warning, he scooped you up and hauled you over his brawny shoulder like a sack of potatoes, completely ignoring your feeble kicks and screams.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟

Okay, maybe you had spoken too soon when you had said you would do anything to get out of that wedding. As the pirate captain dragged you back to his ship, you felt the fishmen's hate filled stares and wondered how you would get out of that situation alive.

The captain roughly threw you in the floor and sat in what looked to be a throne. You glared at him with as much bravery as you could muster, despite your body trembling like a leaf. He let out a low chuckle. "Ah, Princess, don't be looking at me like that. It's really nothing personal, just business. If you are a good girl and your beloved groom and parents play their part, you'll be out of here in a sec."

"W-what do you want?" He seemed to ponder that question for a few seconds. "What do I want? Money, power, respect... Aren't those the things everyone desires even if they don't tell? I want a bargain, they pay the price I set, and I give you back in return. Everyone wins. I get the money, and you go back to your perfect fairytale wedding."

Cold sweat formed on your back at the possibility of returning to that horrible man that would be tied to you forever. "No! Please just set me free, I don't want to return. I'll pay you anything, more than they could ever pay you!"

He looked momentarily surprised at your words. But his eyes hardened again. "I'm sorry, Princess. But I don't go back on a deal, ever." With a movement of his head he signaled a manta ray fishman to get you. "Take her to her new chambers. Oh, and don't be too rough, we don't want our guest to break a nail, do we?"

As the manta ray man forcefully dragged you away, you could hear his booming laughter echoing in the halls. What would become of you??

[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

☠️ Something Dread, Something Red: Chapter Thirty-Night

Something Dread, Something Red: Stuck in a proposal to a Marine Commodore, you escape minutes before your wedding in one last ditch effort to avoid getting married to a tyrant. Barely making it to the port of your town, you stumble across a ship just starting to leave and beg for passage off the island. You fail to notice that the people you beg for help, are pirates.

Warnings: None.

To Note: “Red Haired” Shanks x FemReader

Word Count: ~2.7k

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Mihawk’s ship glides smoothly through the waters, drawing closer to Kuraigana Island. You stand at the bow, watching the dark, gloomy landscape emerge from the mist. The ruins of the Shikkearu Kingdom loom in the distance, and a shiver runs down your spine despite the warm cloak Mihawk had lent you.

He stands beside you, his presence a silent assurance. “Perona is waiting for you,” he says, his voice cutting through the quiet. “She will help you prepare.”

"I assume that Benn will keep Shanks from sneaking off to see me?"

Mihawk gives a slight nod, a hint of a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "Benn knows his duties well. Shanks won't be able to slip away easily."

The path opens up to reveal the castle, its stone walls weathered and overgrown with ivy. Mihawk pushes open the creaky gate, and you step inside, the change in atmosphere immediate. The castle's atrium is a stark contrast to the island’s gloom—bright and full of colorful plants and birds that Perona carefully tends to.

Perona flits around the atrium like one of her beloved birds, her pink hair trailing behind her. She spots you and rushes over, her big round eyes sparkling with excitement.

“There you are!” she exclaims, grabbing your hands. “Come on, we have so much to do!”

Mihawk gives a slight nod and turns to leave. “I’ll be in my quarters,” he says, more to Perona than to you.

“Thank you,” you manage to say before he disappears into the castle's depths.

Perona’s grip on your hand is firm but gentle as she pulls you through the bright atrium. You glance around, taking in the lush greenery and vibrant flowers, their colors almost too vivid against the backdrop of the gray stone walls. Birds chirp merrily, fluttering from branch to branch, oblivious to the whirlwind of preparations about to ensue.

Perona leads you up a winding staircase, her excitement palpable. “We’ve got everything ready,” she chatters, her voice echoing slightly in the narrow corridor. “The dress, the flowers, even some makeup if you want it!”

Your heart pounds with a mix of nerves and anticipation. It’s been a long journey to get here, and now that the moment is so close, you begin to feel nervous. The last time you had been in this position you had felt like you were walking towards one prison to another. Perona pushes open a heavy wooden door, revealing a cozy room bathed in soft sunlight streaming through tall windows. A gown draped over a chair catches your eye—simple yet elegant, with delicate lace and flowing fabric that seems to shimmer faintly.

“Sit here,” Perona instructs, guiding you to a cushioned stool in front of a large mirror. She busies herself gathering various items from around the room—combs, brushes, small pots of makeup.

You sit quietly, hands resting in your lap as Perona works. Her fingers are deft and sure as she braids sections of your lavender hair, weaving in tiny flowers that she must have picked herself. “You look beautiful,” she says softly, her eyes meeting yours in the mirror. “Shanks won’t know what hit him.”

A smile tugs at your lips despite the butterflies in your stomach. “Thank you, Perona,” you whisper.

Perona hums a soft tune as she works, her nimble fingers working tirelessly your hair. The gentle tug and pull are almost soothing, but your mind races, filled with memories of another time, another wedding.

Perona pauses, her dark eyes meeting yours in the mirror. “You’re nervous,” she states more than asks, her voice gentle. “What’s on your mind?”

You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. “It’s just... the last time I was about to get married, it didn’t go so well.”

Perona tilts her head slightly, curiosity evident in her expression. “What happened?”

You look down at your hands, the memory still raw despite the time that’s passed. “I was supposed to marry a Commodore,” you begin, your voice barely above a whisper. “It was an arranged marriage. My parents forced me into it for political reasons.”

Perona’s hands still for a moment before she continues braiding your hair, slower this time. “That sounds awful,” she murmurs.

“It was,” you agree, the words spilling out now that you’ve started. “He was much older and not a kind man. I ran away the morning of the wedding. That’s how I ended up with Shanks and his crew.”

Perona’s eyes soften with understanding as she finishes the last braid and secures it with a tiny flower. “And now you’re worried about getting cold feet again?”

You nod, biting your lip. “What if... what if this is all too much? What if I’m not ready?”

Perona places her hands on your shoulders, giving them a reassuring squeeze. “This is different,” she says firmly. “This time, you’re marrying someone you love, not someone chosen for you.”

Perona helps you slip into the simple, flowing wedding dress. The fabric feels cool against your skin, a stark contrast to the corsets and heavy gowns of your past. She tightens the laces just enough to give the dress shape without making you feel trapped. Each tug of the strings reminds you that this is different, this is your choice.

She then hands you a pair of heels, delicate and understated. You step into them, feeling the slight elevation they provide. The mirror in front of you reflects a version of yourself that feels both familiar and new. The dress flows around you, light and unrestrictive, a stark contrast to the stifling garments of your previous life.

Perona steps back, her eyes shining with pride. “What do you think?” she asks, her voice filled with anticipation.

You take a deep breath, letting your gaze wander over your reflection. The dress fits perfectly, the braids in your hair adorned with tiny flowers add a touch of whimsy, but most importantly, you still look like yourself. Not the doll your mother portrayed you to be.

“I still look like me,” you say softly, almost in disbelief.

Perona’s face breaks into a wide smile. “Of course you do! That was the whole point.” She places her hands on your shoulders again, giving them a reassuring squeeze. “This is about you and Shanks, no one else.”

You nod, feeling a sense of calm wash over you. The woman in the mirror is strong and free, ready to face whatever comes next with the man she loves.

Perona takes a step back, admiring her work one last time before she grabs a small bouquet from a nearby table. “Here,” she says, handing it to you. “A little something extra.”

The bouquet is simple yet beautiful, just like the rest of your ensemble. You hold it gently, feeling the soft petals beneath your fingers.

“Thank you,” you whisper again, emotion choking your voice.

Perona waves off your gratitude with a dismissive hand but her eyes are warm and kind. “Come on,” she says with a wink. “There’s someone very special waiting to see you.”

Perona takes your hand, leading you through the bright atrium. The colors of the flowers and the cheerful chirping of the birds offer a stark contrast to the whirlwind of emotions inside you. You clutch the bouquet tighter, feeling each step bring you closer to a new beginning.

Benn stands waiting, his presence a steady anchor amidst the sea of uncertainty. His gray hair is slicked back, and his rifle is conspicuously absent, leaving him looking almost out of place in such a serene setting. As you approach, his eyes soften, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“You ready?” he asks, his voice low and reassuring.

You nod, but your nerves betray you. “I’m... I’m nervous,” you admit, your voice trembling slightly. “The last time I was in a wedding dress...”

Benn’s expression turns serious. He places a comforting hand on your shoulder. “That was then. This is now. And this time, it’s different.”

You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. “I know,” you say, offering a weak smile. “I’ll be okay.”

Benn studies your face for a moment longer before nodding. “Alright then,” he says, but his eyes still hold a hint of concern.

A thought strikes you suddenly, and you pull back the light skirts of your dress to look down at your heels. The memory of running through the town barefoot on that fateful day rushes back. You met Shanks in a wedding dress and barefoot; it feels only right to marry him that way too.

“Hold on,” you say, bending down to slip off your heels. The cool stone floor feels grounding beneath your feet as you stand back up.

Benn raises an eyebrow but doesn’t question it. Instead, he offers his arm to you with a knowing smile. “Shall we?”

Benn’s arm is solid and reassuring as you walk down the makeshift aisle. The rough stone beneath your bare feet feels grounding, a tangible connection to the reality of this moment. The crew of the Red Force stands on either side, their faces a mixture of joy and pride. They’re dressed in their best, but there’s still an air of ruggedness about them that makes you feel at home.

You catch glimpses of familiar faces—Yasopp with his unruly hair tamed just enough for the occasion, Lucky Roux grinning widely with a piece of meat still in hand, and Beckman giving you a nod of encouragement. Bonk Punch with Monster perched on his shoulders. Each step brings you closer to the end of the aisle, closer to Shanks.

But as your eyes finally find him, your breath catches in your throat. Shanks stands tall, his broad shoulders squared, but his attention isn’t on you. Instead, he’s glaring at Mihawk, his single arm clenched tightly at his side. The intensity in his eyes is palpable, a storm brewing just beneath the surface.

Mihawk’s eyes flick to you briefly before he speaks. “Shanks,” he says, his voice calm and authoritative. “Your bride is walking down the aisle.”

Shanks’ gaze snaps to you, and the transformation is immediate. The anger melts away, replaced by an expression so tender it makes your heart ache. He takes a step forward, his eyes never leaving yours.

Benn gives your arm a gentle squeeze before letting go, signaling that it’s time for you to take those final steps on your own. You walk towards Shanks, each step bringing you closer to him and further from the past that tried to bind you.

As you reach Shanks, he holds out his hand to you. You take it, feeling the roughness of his palm against your own. There’s a moment of silence where everything seems to fall away—the past, the fears, the uncertainties—leaving just the two of you standing there together.

Shanks leans in slightly, his voice low and filled with emotion. “You look beautiful,” he says.

You smile up at him, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. “So do you,” you reply softly. Then Shanks' nose scrunches and his eyes drop.

"Are you barefoot?"

"You are most observant, my love," you comment dryly, your lips twitching as you see the gears rotating behind his eyes. The tension in his shoulders disappears, and he shakes his head with a laugh.

“Only you would, Treasure,” he murmurs, lifting your hand to press a kiss to your knuckles. Mihawk steps forward, his imposing figure casting a long shadow over the assembled crew. He adjusts his hat with a casual flick of his wrist, his red eyes sweeping over the gathered pirates before settling on you and Shanks. His expression is as unruffled as ever, a picture of calm detachment.

"Shall we begin?" Mihawk’s voice is deep and resonant, carrying easily over the soft murmur of the wind and the distant cries of seabirds. There’s a hint of amusement in his tone, as if he finds the whole affair mildly entertaining.

Shanks squeezes your hand gently, drawing your attention back to him. The warmth in his gaze is undeniable, and it sends a rush of reassurance through you. You take a deep breath, readying yourself for the words that will bind you to him.

Mihawk clears his throat, an almost theatrical gesture that draws everyone's focus. "We are gathered here today," he begins, his voice steady but with a hint of wryness, "to witness the union of two individuals who have somehow found each other in this chaotic world."

The crew chuckles softly at his words, their affection for you and Shanks evident in their smiles and nods. Even Perona giggles behind her hand, her dark eyes twinkling with mischief.

Mihawk continues, seemingly unfazed by the reactions around him. "Marriage is a bond forged by choice," he says, "and it requires courage to commit oneself fully to another person." He glances at Shanks then at you, his gaze piercing but not unkind. "I trust both of you possess that courage."

Shanks’ thumb brushes over your knuckles in a silent promise. You look up at him, finding strength in the unwavering love reflected in his eyes.

Mihawk’s lips twitch slightly, perhaps the closest he’ll come to a smile. "Do you, Shanks, take Linaria Bonn to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do," Shanks replies without hesitation, his voice strong and sure.

Mihawk nods approvingly before turning to you. "And do you, Linaria Bonn, take Shanks to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do," you answer, your voice steady despite the swirl of emotions inside you.

With an air of finality, Mihawk declares, "Then by the power vested in me by... well, myself," he says with a faint smirk that earns another round of chuckles from the crew, "I now pronounce you husband and wife."

Shanks doesn’t wait for further instruction; he pulls you into a kiss that feels like coming home. The eruption of cheers from your crew is near deafening, but all you can think of is Shanks' lips pressing against yours.

As Shanks’ lips press against yours, the world around you fades away. The warmth of his kiss fills you with a sense of belonging you’ve never known before. The cheers and laughter of the crew become a distant hum, a background to this moment of pure connection.

When you finally pull away, your eyes meet his, and you see your own joy reflected in his gaze. Shanks' hand cups your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against your skin. “You are my treasure, Aria,” he whispers, the words meant only for you. "And I love you so much."

“Not as much as I love you,” you reply, your voice trembling with emotion.

The crew’s celebration surrounds you like a warm embrace. Yasopp claps Shanks on the back with a hearty laugh, while Lucky Roux lifts a tankard in your honor. Perona dabs at her eyes with a delicate handkerchief, her usually stern demeanor softened by genuine happiness.

Benn steps forward, offering his congratulations with a firm handshake for Shanks and a gentle squeeze of your shoulder. “Welcome to the family,” he says warmly. "Though one could argue that you already were one of us."

“Thank you,” you manage to say, still feeling overwhelmed by the sheer joy of the moment.

Perona pulls you into a tight hug. “You’re one of us now,” she says fiercely. “And we take care of our own.”

You smile through the tears that threaten to spill over. “I know,” you whisper back, hugging her just as tightly.

The celebrations continue around you, but it’s Shanks’ presence that grounds you. His arm wraps around your waist, pulling you close as he steers you towards the heart of the gathering. The crew has set up tables laden with food and drink, a makeshift feast in honor of this special day.

Shanks leads you to a seat at the head of one table, his eyes never straying far from yours. As everyone begins to eat and drink, laughter and stories filling the air, Shanks leans in close. “Are you happy?” he asks softly.

You nod, unable to keep the smile off your face. “Happier than I’ve ever been.”

He grins, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Good,” he says, pressing another quick kiss to your lips before standing up and raising his tankard high.

“To Aria!” he shouts, his voice carrying over the noise of the gathering. “My wife!”

The cheer that follows is deafening but all you can think of his how proud Shanks looks to call you his wife.

Date Published: 8/26/24

Last Edit: 8/26/24

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[blueberrypancakesworld]

One Piece - A hot Grand line - Door.19

warning : fluff, kissing, implied smutish things

The calendar

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Sanji : Winter equals hot costumes. That was at least Sanji's thought when he saw the first snowflakes flying out of the clouds, saw how the clouds were announced by Nami and knew that he had to do something for his love. Starting with a hot chocolate brought to her room. He knocked, thinking he would find her reading, but almost dropped the cup. He saw that his beloved was wearing a short red dress that clung to her almost like a second skin. ,, Sweetheart...you are...everything," he murmured and she saw the little trickle of blood flowing from his nose. His eyes widened and he swallowed. He had always considered his angel to be the most beautiful thing his wlet had ever known. But it was always surpassed, like today- and for the first time, he ignored the food, stepping over it to attend to the new snack in the room. She was his everything. ,,My pretty snowflake," he murmured before placing his hands on her hips and engaging her in a romantic kiss. Feeling her smirk, he knew this was exactly what she wanted, how she would get him to be hers. And what a gentleman he was to deny her that. He would love her all night. Knowing what the evening would lead to, especially with his love for her in combination with the dress.

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Robin : She always had an eye for what looked good on her darling and as she felt the first snowflakes on her hands she quietly closed her book and disappeared into her cabin. ,,Darling, would you please come here?" she asked, hearing her friend's footsteps across the wood before the door opened. Sitting down in the armchair, the many hands of the younger girl handed over the present. ,,For me?" her darling asked almost incredulously, smiling broadly as she hastily opened the gift. But when the paper fell down, the heat had spread to the younger girl's cheeks. ,,Ro-Robin... it's pretty but..." she stammered, looking at the dark dessou with its lace and small bows. ,,Do you like it?" the black-haired girl asked, getting up from her chair, knowing that the younger girl was full of shame but loving it. She saw the little nod before Robin took the fabric in her hand and held it against her friend's body. ,,I'll make us a mulled wine...and when I come back, do you understand?" Robin asked with a wink before she gave the younger girl a kiss with a grin and disappeared from the shared cabin.

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Nami : The red-haired pirate had been looking for her love on the Sunny all day. But each of her friends either had a different answer or suddenly had to go somewhere. At first she thought it was going to be a surprise that her beloved was about to return, but as the evening came over the Grand Line she knew something was wrong. ,,Where are you?" she asked herself, looking up at the sky covered in snow clouds she had predicted perfectly and yet today everything seemed a little strange. So strange that she only noticed the banknote on the ground when she took a second look. Picking it up and looking around, however, she found no one. Why was there money on the floor? But before she could pursue this question any further, she saw another banknote on the floor and was already caught in a little trap, following the trail of money without realizing that she was in her beloved's room. Only when she had picked up what appeared to be the last bill did she realize that she was standing in front of something. ,,There you are my weather fairy," she heard the familiar voice and came back from her money frenzy to see her darling sitting on a throne of money. ,,Well, that's a pretty sight," said Nami as she saw her friend get up from the throne and Nami pulled her friend towards her. The Christmas outfit on the younger girl looked pretty, tight, red and the Christmas hat made of soft fur. ,,Did you prepare this especially for me?" asked Nami, looking at the throne made of money that her beloved had been sitting on just a few seconds before. Knowing full well that they would use the throne in one way or another. The younger girl felt the redhead take off her cap, put it on herself and walk past her to sit on the throne. ,,Say, do I also get something warm...sweet...irresistible?" Nami asked with a grin and winked at her beloved as she came closer, a smile on her lips before she moved to the older girl's lap and entangled her in a kiss. Knowing that with all that money they could keep warm during the cold winter.

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Crocodile : The smell of cigars and wine hung in the air as the King of Alabastia made his way to his office. In his hands, the small box seemed almost tiny and one of his rings was almost as big as the box itself. But it was the contents that mattered. The contents that he knew would not only suit the cold snowflake weather but also his beautiful wife, his favorite, who deserved a gift. Not that she had only received one last week, but she deserved so much more. His good girl. Opening the door to his room, he saw her sitting in his chair. ,,I have something for you, my heart," he said, handing her the gift as he stubbed out his cigar in his sand. He watched as she opened the box and saw her fascinated look. As she picked up the silver chain, she saw the blue gemstone pendant symbolizing a snowflake. ,,Oh Croci! It's beautiful!" she said and hurried over to him to turn around. ,,I knew you'd like it," he said as he put the necklace around her neck and closed his hand over her arms as she turned to face him. Seeing her embarrassment, she brought her hand to his lips and planted a kiss on them. ,,Prettier than the snow," he murmured and heard her smile as her cheeks turned a light pink and his other hand moved to her side with his heel. He pulled his beloved closer to him, the cool metal lying carefully on her body. Before pulling her into a rewarding kiss and manifesting himself with her from his office to the bedroom, knowing that their reward was not yet ready on this snowy day.

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Doflamingo : The King of Dressrosa had his own plans for the dark season when his kingdom was infested with snow. He wanted some fun and entertainment. He knew that his queen had come to him when he had summoned her, knew that she was busy baking cookies and cakes for his crew and yet. He had ordered all the tailors to make the perfect things. ,,There you are my queen!" he said cheerfully and closed the door behind her with his strings. Even though she looked cute in her apron, he was able to replace it and with a simple cut the clothes fell off her body. ,,Doffi! What's so important that you're ruining my apron?" she asked, glad to have kept her underwear. ,,This is my expensive new collection of special things," he said with a broad grin and stepped aside to reveal the dresses, skirts and underwear sets. All designed to his specifications, of course. ,,Especially for my queen," he suddenly whispered to her as he made his way to her, standing behind her, clearly towering over her, his shadow obscuring the fabrics. ,,Beautiful and noble... how can I say thank you?" she asked playfully and walked around the dress dolls, watching him as he followed her, licking his lips, hardly able to wait. Before she went to him and he lifted her into his arms before engaging her in a deep kiss. The royal couple had the fun of life even in the dull winter.

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[xxkitty13]

Circus Freaks

LA Buggy x Fem Reader

Contains: young reader (20's), violence

Previous Chapters- Part 1: The Carnival, Part 2: First Glance

Next Chapter- Part 4

Previously: With the circus in town, y/n was determined to attend to complete the promise her mother made. She did not expect to develop a crush on the pirate clown nor become the center of attention. Yasi, her delusional “lover,” did not like the tension between the two. He attacked her, causing her beloved necklace to rip off her neck. Buggy found the necklace, will he return it to its rightful owner?

Part 3: Friend or Foe?

The morning creeped upon the island, the sun rays illuminating the dry landscape. Leaves shrivel up and die— falling to the cold ground. A black quilted blanket covered y/n, keeping her warm from the chilly weather. Her body is stiff, every joint cracks with every stretch.

It was a rough night. She hesitated to remove the warm layer off her body. Her small hairs raise up at the cold temperature. Normally she would have showered before bed, but she wanted to sleep to forget the embarrassment caused by Yasi. With no other choice, she rushed to the bathroom to quickly hop into a warm shower.

After the shower, y/n fixed her hair in front of the dresser's mirror. Yasi left small markings on her chest, not large enough to be noticed. Her hands left her hair, now tracing the tiny scratches. She followed up to her neck and stopped, her eyes widened.

"Oh fuck."

A daunting realization grew open her— the necklace is gone. Her hands vividly ran across her neck and chest, desperately trying to find the missing necklace. It's not there.

Running back to the bathroom, she went straight to the bathtub. The drain has a hair catcher, so the necklace could not have gone down the drain. Still, nothing. Her bare limbs dropped to the floor, looking for any signs of it. No luck. She huffed and returned to her bedroom.

In desperation, y/n started to destroy her bed. Blankets and pillows flew into the air. The mattress is clean and her beloved cross-necklace did not appear. Pulling her hair, she searched every crack and corner for it. It's clear that she's not going to find it in her room. Almost forgetting about her naked body, she grabbed her robe and rushed to the hallway. Again, the silver jewelry was not found.

The house is small, the hallway connects to the kitchen and from there to the living room. There another hallway emerges to the master bedroom and guest bedroom. The only place it could be is the kitchen or living room.

She made her way to the kitchen, the strong aroma of fresh brewed coffee hit her nose.

"Good morning dear, how was the circus last night?" Mrs. Ti greeted, serving her husband coffee. She sat at the dinning table, noticing y/n's expression. "What's wrong?"

"I can't find my necklace. Have you seen it?"

"I'm guessing it's the large cross one right? Well if it was in the house. . . we would have seen it by now."

Y/n nodded and scanned the floor. No sign of it. She groaned in defeat.

Mr. Ti finished his sip of the warm drink— "Retrace your steps. I'm sure you'll find it."

Pulling the side of her face with her hand, she thought about it. That's when she remembered the incident. Yasi must have ripped the necklace off with the bust of her dress. Unfortunately, this meant the necklace fell at the entrance of the circus.

"Will there be another show tonight?"

"Hm, the carnival won't open tonight. Their schedule is weird," Mr. Ti replied.

In a way, she is relieved that it wouldn't open to the public, but that includes herself. There is only one option and that's to sneak in at night fall.

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It's a risky rescue mission. The cast are not just entertainers, they are also pirates. Y/n knew of the possibility of its discovery, but there was only one way to find out.

She creeped through the fields of the apple orchards, covering herself with a large black hoodie. It is imperative to keep a low profile as someone could be lurking by. Making it to the top of the hill, she spots the carnival grounds. It's dark and empty— unlike the previous night. Seeing that there's no sign of people, she commenced the break in.

Entering from the front gates is the closest way to the circus tent, but its easy to get caught. Instead, entering from the back is the best option. She made her way to the wooden fence. The planks are taller than her and busting her way in would not work—she has to climb. The fence is made of old wood, its surface jagged. The climb is tedious, but she made it to the top without catching a splinter. Y/n looked down, the hardest part wasn't over.

After taking a deep breath, she jumped to the ground. The fall did not hurt, though she landed on her bottom. She shook the dirt off and looked around. The coast is clear, all she has to do now is make it to the front of the tent.

The carnival ground is eerie. The empty swings of the child ride squeak with the breeze. The high pitch sound bothered her, only making her want to leave. Trying not to get spooked out, she remembered her mission. Her pace fastened as she approached the front side of the large tent.

The front of the entryway is closed. She looked at the sandy dirt. The dilema happened a bit outside the circus. Despite searching the vicinity, there is no sign of the necklace. It's a noticeable piece. Maybe the pirates did find it. There's no way she could miss it.

Breaking her trace of thoughts, approaching footsteps from inside the tent were heard. Y/n had no where to hide. The covering layer enclosing the tent began to unzip. She quickly placed herself upon the tent, right next to the opening. Holding her breath, a man took a couple of steps forward, lighting a cigarette. Before the man could look back, she swiftly entered, hiding behind the benches.

It's dark. She looked at the sandy entrance for a glimense of her necklace, but there's only dirt. She sighed in defeat. There is no way she's getting it back, they're pirates. Now she wonders why she snuck in the first place, she's doomed if they find her. The pirate is blocking the entrance and its the only way out.

"Fuck..."

Pulling her hair, she tried to recollect herself. If she panicked, it will only make the situation worse. Her eyes glanced around the ring, there's light coming from the backstage. She slowly crawled behind the bleachers toward the opening. She checked around her, making sure no one could see her. Without hesitation, y/n made it backstage, staying close to the walls.

"Okay...now what?" she asked herself.

Not far from her direction, voices could be heard. Obviously she would not head that way. She pivoted to another path, but heavy footsteps drew near. With no other choice, she instantly headed toward the voices. A lit open room appeared on the other side of the large space, shadows moved in the light. If she got any closer, it would be over. There are large boxes to the left of the room. An idea sparked as she heard the unknown person come closer.

Y/n hid behind the boxes, she was lucky that they’re placed apart from the wall. Not even a second passed by when the body of those footsteps arrived. She peaked slighty over the edge to see the person's face— it's Buggy. Her eyes widden at the revelation. She began to blush before she noticed the change in his demenor. It is different from the previous night, a scowl look replaced the cunning smile.

The captain barged into the room and plopped his body at a nearby chair.

"Well?” He raised his hands up waiting for someone to speak.

Curiosity got the best of her and she managed to get a closer view of the people inside. She recognized one of them, he's the acrobat with the unicycle. The other man in the room is a new face, appearing younger than Buggy and his crewmate. He wears white fluffy hat with two small ears. A white fur vest covers his chest, only hiding a small portion of his muscular build. He's cute, no denying that.

"I did some digging and it seems that the Abask family are our people in interest," the furry man said.

"Abask Kija is the head of the household and owns majority of the estates of the island," the acrobat continued.

Buggy placed his gloved hand on his chin, "Abask Kija huh? Tell me more about this man."

"That's Yasi's father..." y/n gasped to herself.

"Despite the mayor governing the the town, Kija plays a critical role. His political power far exceeds the island's government. Kija is the man in charge, not the mayor," the younger of the trio concluded.

"If that's so, why did the mayor approve the carnival at the spot? There's something else going on here."

Continuing his thoughts, "Ah, but of course. Saying no to the townspeople would have damaged his publicity. He's a pawn in this game, but he obviously has to maintain his image to recieve any benefits from the Abask family."

"Well said captain."

"Looks like we'll have to sabotage this little game," he cackled.

"Now, this is what we'll do. Going after Kija would be too risky at the moment. There's no evidence that he knows about the treasure. Targeting the mayor is our best option. Blackmail him and Cabaji, Mohji,"— with a sinister smile plasted on his face— “kill anyone if necessary."

Taken aback at his comment, y/n's heart sunk. They were naive to let the pirates enter their home and now they will face the consequences of their actions. She remained calm, if they find her. . . she's dead meat. Her tense body pulled back slowly, but a faint sensation of walking legs climbed her hand. A small red spider rapidly moved up her arm, in panic she shook it off, hitting the boxes next to her.

"Ow!" immediately recognizing her mistake, she covered her mouth in hopes that they didn't hear.

"What was that?" Buggy questioned.

Not wanting to wait for his wrath, y/n bolted out of her hiding spot. Buggy nudged Cabaji to go after the intruder, clearly irritated. She looked back to see the acrobat chasing after her, quickly catching up. She passed the opening of the backstage and ran to the ring, not removing her eyes from the exit of the tent. The pirate, who still remained outside, spotted the intruder. He ran inside lunging at her. Barely avoiding the tackle, she maneuvered over him and went straight through the exit. Cabaji managed to avoid the straight on collision and continued after the woman.

The gate is not far, but Cabaji started to throw his blades at y/n, guiding her away. Heading towards a dead end, the acrobat cornered her.

"You got nowhere to run, pretty lady," he threatens with his blades aiming at her head.

Y/n's back touched the fence, she looks to her left and right for an escape route. The armed man was ready to attack, but y/n kicked the sandy ground, throwing a large amount of sand to his eyes. She proceeded to kick him in the balls for good measure before running.

Cabaji groaned in immense pain, "That bitch!"

Buggy and Mohji arrived at the scene, perplexed to see the acrobat in defeat. Seeing the intruder take off, Mohji was prepared to take her down. That's when Buggy realized the identity of the woman. He raised his hand to stop Mohji, who only gave him a puzzled look.

Right as y/n reached the gate, an unknown force pushed her to the ground. As she attempted to pick her head up, a red cloud of smoke surrounded her body. Her eyes grew heavy, barely fighting the sudden urge to sleep. The last thing she saw, is what appeared to be a floating hand, waving her goodnight.

Buggy's right hand attached to his wrist, clicking back in place. He walked towards the unconscious woman. He did not expect to see her so soon nor thought she had the guts to take down his chief of staff. Moreover, she overheard their conversation. Was she a spy? A sour feeling developed inside of him, of course she wouldn't be interested in a clown.

"Captain let's kill her!" Cabaji demanded, holding onto his throbbing crotch.

Buggy picked y/n's body off the ground, carrying her back inside the tent.

"I have something else in mind."

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A sharp pain pounced greatly on y/n's head. She tried to grab the site of discomfort, but her hands did not budge. Slowly gaining consciousness, she realized her hands were tied together. Her sense of sight is also gone, a tight fabric closed off her eyes. She panicked, wiggling her bound body.

"Ah, looks like you're awake."

That voice, it's familiar.

A pair of hands grabbed her body, sitting her up straight and removing the blindfold. The dim lights managed to hurt her sensitive eyes. She tried to look around as her blurred vision regained focus. Her eyes water, blinking away the small tears. A dark figure slowly appeared in front of her, she squinted to take a closer look. The image of her captor emerged.

Sitting right in front of her, is the infamous, Buggy the Clown. His right leg laid on top of the large chair's armrest, mansplaining at her eye level, while his face rested on his left fist. He gave y/n a menacing grin, his piercing green orbs stared at her intently.

"Oh, what a fool I am..." he chuckled to himself. He waved his subordinates away, leaving him alone with his captive.

"To believe that a beautiful woman would ever look my way," he snickered at his comment and that snicker turned to vicious laughter.

He held onto his torso; his laugher echoed across the ring. He used his gloved hands to wipe the tears off his face. The captain recomposed himself and stood in front of the distraught woman. The fun clown was no longer there, he looked down at her with a dark glare.

He grabbed her face harshly, squeezing her cheeks.

"Who sent you here?"

Y/n yelped at his sudden grasp. She cried in fear now, her body can no longer move.

"Don't give me those tears, I uncovered your little act. So don't play dumb," he gritted, letting go of her face.

"I-I just want my necklace back. Please, it's not what it looks like," she managed to spit out.

"Oh this?"

His hand dug under his vest, taking out the sliver cross necklace. Her eyes beamed in relief, she found it at last. Buggy removed it off his neck and held it front of her.

"You won't fool me twice. This was all part of the Abask's plan and this act about the necklace... was an excuse to sneak in and spy on us."

"No, that's not true. I shouldn't have snuck in, but that necklace means a lot to me."

"Lies! You're clearly tied to the Abask family. After all, you are soon to marry the heir of the household."

"I am not going to marry Yasi. I have no connections with that family."

Irritated from her terrible lies, he threw the precious necklace across the ring.

"NO!”— she cried out— "Please give it back! I'll do anything, please!"

Taken aback from her outburst, he raised his eyebrow and stared at the piece of jewelry.

"You'll do anything for it?" his voice barely hiding his malicious intent.

Y/n nodded in defeat. "That's all I have left from my father..." she sobbed as her head hanged down.

Buggy grabbed the necklace off the ground and walked back to the wailing woman. He crotched in front of her, using his index finger to raise her chin. Her red puffy eyes looked up at his. He held the dangling necklace up to his face.

His eyes soften, his gloved hand caressed her cheek— bringing her comfort.

“By any means you would be dead by now. You know too much for me to let you go.”

His hand glazed over her mouth, his free thumb glided over her bottom lip, pulling it down slightly.

“Tsk, you’re lucky I find you pretty,” he softly said, his eyes never moving off her lips.

“You said you’ll do anything for this necklace, hmm? So let’s make a deal. You will work under me from now on. Until I made use of you, I’ll give your necklace back. Do we have a deal?”

It’s not like the pirate gave her a choice, if she refused, she’ll be killed. Taking a deep breath in she closed her stinging eyes and gulped.

“Yes.”

“Good girl,” he winked at her, patting her head.

He stood up from his position and placed the necklace over his neck, hiding it back under his scarf and vest.

“You will help dig up information on the mayor and the Abask family. You are an excellent candidate for that position.”

Buggy helped the woman on her feet, freeing her limbs from the tight ropes. Y/n grasped onto the imprints on her skin, it burned.

“Before I let you walk out, know this. I have eyes and ears everywhere. My men will be watching over you and you will obey them. If you fail to do so, there will be blood on your hands… understood?”

Y/n simply replied, “Yes.”

The pirate approached her once more, his body practically on her. His left arm encircled her waist, placing his hand on her lower back. He brought her in close, feeling her soft breast push against him. He leaned in her right ear.

“That’s captain for you.”

“Yes, captain.”

The atmosphere is tense. As frighten as she is, she cannot help to feel turned on by his touch. Buggy too cannot fathom the control he has over the woman, but he can’t guarantee if her actions from the previous night were sincere. For now, he’ll have to wait.

Buggy let y/n out of his hold, nudging her to the exit. She avoided eye contact and headed out, perplexed by the acts of endearment from the captain. She quickly left, not wanting to endure another moment with the pirate. Tears flowed down her cheeks, regretting her decision to take back her necklace. She walked back home in the silent night, wishing for a way out of this mess.