#I have been hit by a sudden wave of hatred for one fictional man

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Spoilers for One Piece post Marineford/Egghead

Hot take, but Monkey D Dragon is a little bitch.

Bro is the ~*Most dangerous criminal in the world*~ but does literally nothing????? Like what does he do??? He abandoned HIS OWN SON because “The child is a weakness” or some shit. M8 it’s been proven time and time again that fighting for something (especially family) MAKES A BETTER CREW

•Whitebeard

•Strawhats

•LITERAL PIRATE KING

“Oh but he just doesn’t have the time to raise a child!”

Okay dragon

Okay

WHAT IS THIS

WHAT IS IT DRAGON

He says he wants to protect Luffy, but then sends him to live with Garp. Hoe that is NOT protection. “Oh he saved them from Smoker and Buggy” you mean the one Marine that actually cares about justice and the pirate they literally already defeated? So you can save him from Smoker but not your Croco ex-wife???? Bitch the lighting saved Luffy, not you.

SPEAKING OF WHICH *Pretend I smack a whiteboard right here*

MARINEFORD

WHERE WERE YOU

I literally looked it up and all I got was Reddit posts like nobody knows. So now I gotta ask, what is more important than Marineford?? Like especially to dragon.

•Iva is there (Fresh out of Impel Down)

•Kuma is there

•Luffy is there

•Whitebeard is there

•Multiple crews are all united to fight the government and broadcasted worldwide (SOUNDS GOOD FOR A REBELLION HMMM???)

•SON OF PIRATE KING

OH YEAH AND ALSO

•EVERY

•SINGLE

•ADMIRAL

DRAGON THIS WAS YOUR ONE CHANCE TO DO AS MUCH DAMAGE PHYSICALLY POSSIBLE TO THE WORLD GOVERNMENT OUTSIDE OF NUKING MARIEJOA. WHERE WERE YOU????

SPEAKING OF DRAGON NOT DOING SHIT.

WHO IS THIS DRAGON. TELL ME

DO YOU REMEMBER HER YOU SWINE????

He really said “Ooooooohh nah we can’t saveeee her because uhhhh she can handle it or whatever”

YOU

DON’T

KNOW

THAT

Kuma, along with everybody else in this entire fucking organization ACTUALLY DOES.

Dragon is the only child of a Marine Vice Admiral, and compared to literally everyone else in the OP world, is extremely privileged. Bro was educated, always fed, and his father had a well respected and stable job. He doesn’t know jack shit about what Celestial Dragons do on the inside. Unless, of course, he *did* know how bad they were from Garp or smth (MEANING HE REFUSED TO SAVE HER KNOWING WHAT THEY’D DO) or unless he had spies in Mariejoa (IN WHICH CASE WHY DID HE NOT SAVE HER??) OR MAYBE HE COULD USE THE ONE PERSON WHO

• CAN TELEPORT ANYWHERE

• KNOWS THE LAYOUT OF MARIEJOA’S SLAVE SYSTEM

• WANTS TO SAVE HER DESPERATELY

MAN IS TAKING LEAPS AND BOUNDS TO ABANDON THIS WOMAN FOR WHAT PURPOSE? ONE OF HIS FRIEND AND ALLIES (Kuma) HAS LOST SOMEBODY VERY IMPORTANT. I’ve seen people make connections with Luffy and Vivi but that’s a whole different thing bcz Luffy both A) wants to save her and B) knows she’s not with celestial dragons.

Now I hate him, post Kuma backstory I hate him more for what he did to my girl. But I also know that a lot of this stuff is still undetermined. Oda has a knack for making me love character within a very small amount of chapters. I’m open to liking this guy, but everything he’s done so far is annoying me to hell. If Iva trusts him, I trust him for now, but DAYM all this guy does is stare East at the kid he abandoned and his maybe dead probably trans ex-wife.

[shall-we-imagine]

Keep me close. (Alfonse Goldstein x Reader *AU*)

Requested: 44. “You’ve always felt like home.” + 92. “You make me happy.” from this prompt list.

A/N: So I don’t normally write this type of thing because I don’t believe in such concept but this is fiction and that’s what I felt like writing so..🤷‍♀️

Genre: Fluff.

(Second person point of view)

It wasn’t as hard as you’d expected. Once everyone was asleep, it was fairly easy to sneak out the window, backpack clinging to your back.

The one-story building was almost as ancient as the pyramids, you were sure. It’s not that the orphanage was disgusting, built upon poverty and cruelty, or any of the stereotypes; it was fine. Just fine. That was it. 

So, sure, you didn’t hate anyone, you weren’t escaping anyone, nor were you tired of harsh treatment. However, you surely wouldn’t miss it either because as you stood there, staring at the walls of your home of 17 years, you didn’t feel anything. As you slowly remembered each and every face asleep inside, you didn’t feel bad leaving them behind. You felt no hatred, no love- nothing.

On the other hand, a ray of sunshine were to warm up your chest with just one smile, and that was the reason you chose to follow him wherever he wanted to go.

Giddy at the thought of him, you turned your back to all you ever knew and marched towards the meeting spot- towards a new beginning.

“Oh god, I was scared you wouldn’t show up.” The second he noticed you approaching him, he was quick to embrace you in a tight, desperate hug. “I thought you might’ve changed your mind..”

You buried your head further in his chest, “I told you I’m coming, so I am. I just had to make sure no one was awake first. If I were to get caught, I would’ve been under supervision for the next ten years.” you chuckled.

After releasing you, he gave a dreamy smile, one that made you sure he was trying to believe this was actually happening. Blushing, you dropped your gaze to the ground. 

“How about you? How easy was it to sneak out?” You asked while you both began walking towards the train station, hand in hand. Each of you carried only the necessities, which to you was extremely easy since you only owned the necessities, but you wondered how hard was it for Alfonse to leave behind most of his items and walk out with merely a backpack.

“Disturbingly easy. It was like they wanted me to leave.” A cloud of gloom overcame the excitement that filled the air just moments ago. You regretted asking, but Alfonse being Alfonse, he immediately put up a smile to cover up the sudden sadness that fell upon you. “It’s better that way; I would feel bad if they were to miss me.” 

Unfortunately, that only made you feel worse. “We don’t have to leave if you don’t want to, Alfonse. Maybe if you try to talk to them-”

He cut you off, resolution gleaming in his eyes, “No, I won’t give up on my dream just to be ‘worthy of the Goldstein name’; I won’t back down.” He squeezed your hand in a reasssuring manner, “Plus, if I have you then that’s all I need.” This time, his smile was genuine.

You returned the smile, and for a while, no one said anything, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was like you were both trying to make sense of the situation. You were finally free to explore the world with your bestfriend; he was finally free to practice medicine and help out the poor without worrying about his family name and all the pressure that came with it. 

It felt quite off calling him your bestfriend, but you weren’t sure what else to call him. For a while now, it was obvious you two had feelings for each other, but neither of you had taken any steps forward to address the situation, and now you guys might end up living in the same apartment, which strangely felt like moving in with your boyfriend, but no, he just had to be the confusing dude he was. You sighed.

“Hmm? What’s wrong?” Concern filled the gorgeous pearls that stare down at you with every ounce of care manageable. That was one of the things you loved about Alfonse; you could sneeze, and he would rush with an ambulance to make sure you were doing well.

“What? Oh, it’s nothing; nevermind.” You knew it wasn’t the best time to confront him about this; you really didn’t wanna spend the next god knows how long in extreme awkwardness mode.

He didn’t push it.

“God, I’m so excited!” You squeal, looking out the train window. It hadn’t moved an inch yet, but you couldn’t contain the feeling of absolute, pure joy running in your veins. You could practically feel your heart dance with happiness. 

You turned to look at Alfonse, who had just shut the doors to your stall. Even though Alfonse was generally hard to read, you could tell he was also as excited as you were; his smile gave it all away. When his eyes crinkled into the tiniest crescents and you could no longer feel the distant, lonesome air he usually has around him, you knew he was truly happy. 

Your cheeks heated up, but you couldn’t quite tell why. Was it the fact that his smile was directed at you not the view outside? Or was it just the fact that you could finally see his face under good lighting for the first time tonight, and he was utterly, truly beautiful? Maybe it was all the above.

“You make me happy; you know that?” He sighed, giving the implication that he’d been trying to get that sentence out for a bit longer than you’d expect.

You let out a few incomprehensible noises before uttering the very intelligent sentence you finally came up with, “What?”

He laughed. “What do you mean what? I just said you make me happy. like truly happy. I feel the most comfortable around you; I feel like I can be myself with you.” 

You didn’t know if you should thank him, kiss him, cry, or all three, but in the end, you went with the option that would creep him out the least. “Thank you; it means a lot to me, especially that I feel the same towards you.” You did your best not to show how embarrassed you really were and hoped he wouldn’t notice.

A few hours into the ride, you forgot about the excited puppy persona you’d slipped into upon getting on the train. Now, you each took up a couch, neither of you forgetting a small, personal blanket to shield you from the coldness of the night. 

You peeled your eyes off the glass window, taking a risky peek at the blond boy curled up on the seats opposite to yours. His breath heavy yet steady, you watched as his chest rose and fell, giving you confirmation he was too far into dreamland to worry about you admiring his peaceful face. Sleeping was one of the rare times you could see Alfonse’s completely worry-free face, and it never failed to convey a feeling of tranquility within you as well.

It felt like reality was settling itself into place, etching its presence into your mind. The stillness of everything - excluding the trees and utility poles rushing across the window -  seemed to give you a chance to take it all in. You were chasing after freedom with Alfonse. 

“Are you starting to miss home?” You flinched lightly, not expecting to hear his voice so soon. 

You could tell he was worried he’d pressured you into this, but you knew damn well this was what you wanted too. “What home?” You chuckled, “My home is right here by your side. You always felt like home. So, no, I’m not missing home; he only fell asleep for about..” You checked your nonexistent wrist-watch, “30 minutes.”

Alfonse gave you that heart-warming, world-peace-bringing, poverty-ending, pandas-saving laugh of his. Oh dear god, is this what heaven is like?

“Your home is a little cold actually; mind turning the heat up a little bit?” He teased.

“Well, maybe my home should’ve brought a jacket, but sure.” You took your blanket and forced Alfonse to make space for you next to him. Before he could ask what you were doing, you adjusted your blankets so both would wrap around the two of you, bringing yourself closer to him. Needlessly, you snaked your arms around his waist and rested your head on his chest. “Warmer?” You could feel his heart beat quicken, and you were sure the blond was blushing by now, but you continued to play dumb.

“Mhmm.” He hummed.

“What was that?” Your intention was to tease him a little more, but once you sat up and looked at him, he connected your lips in a soft kiss. The kiss was just the way you’d imagined, except a thousand times better. His movements were subtle and gentle, yet they left you needing more. 

“Warmer.” He smirked. It was a rare view to see him smirk, but it put your guts in twists and knots; without thinking, you pushed your lips against his once more, taking lead this time.

His hand traced its way up from the side of your neck to rest behind your ear, fingers entangled in your hair. Your hands remained clutching his shirt as if letting go would cause him to disappear.

“Took you long enough, man.” You smack the back of his head.

“Ow! It’s because of how romantic you are that I couldn’t tell how you felt towards me!”

“Hey, I can be romantic; I just hugged you and kissed you!”

“You also just hit me and called me man.”

“Well, I’m being a bestfriend and a girlfriend; it’s called multitasking!”

He stared for a few seconds, amusement and disbelief written across his face, before bursting into laughter, immediately causing you to join.

“You’re not wrong. Love how you just promoted yourself to girlfriend, by the way.” He grinned.

Realization sent waves of heat to your face, “Time to go to bed!” You announced to divert the attention from your earlier statement, attempting to walk back to the seats facing his.

“As you like.” He grabbed your waist, forcing you back next to him, and lied down with you in his arms. “Good night, girlfriend.”

“Alfonse! Alfonse!” You tried to wriggle your way out of his embrace, but his frim grasp was inescapable.

“Already asleep.” He stated, eyes closed.

“Ha Ha, very funny. Let me go!” 

This time, he just pulled you closer, not saying a word, but he was doing his best not to grin. That little idiot.

You finally gave up and allowed yourself to enjoy the warmth of his body; you pulled the blankets on top of you both and tried to drift off to sleep.

And for once, you had reason to look forward to the next time the sun rises. For once, you had hopes and plans for the future. And you could barely wait.

[freakshowgirl13]

Welcome Home (chapter three)

here it is chapter three of my fan fiction I hope you enjoy.

Stepping outside you see the rest of the guys gathered around the regalia, discussing their next plan of action. While doing so Noct notices the gun in your hand. “Whoa there (Y/N) let’s not go waving that around in town alright.” Your eyes trailed down to the weapon, as if noticing for the first time, then ever so carefully you handed it over to him.

“Uh….yeah, sorry, I didn’t know what I was thinking.”

Noct grinned lazily “hey, no problem, I’ll just do this for you.”  With a flick of his wrist, the gun dematerialized into an array of tiny blue and white flecks before fading away into nothingness.  “There,” the young king said dusting off his hands “No holster required.”

“Yeah, thanks” you smiled sheepishly at him Then proceeded to mentally kick yourself. Smooth, waving a gun around in public as if you were in a western. This might have been in a video game world, but that was still no excuse to be so careless. You felt a strong hand on your shoulder as Gladio chuckled. “Don’t get so down on yourself, you should have seen Blondie over there when he got his weapon, at least you didn’t fire it off.”

You laughed at that as Prompto yelled out in defense “h-hey, it was an accident ok, how was I supposed to know that trigger was so sensitive.”

“Sure it was.” Noct grinned

“At the very least no one was seriously hurt that day.” Iggy said, before settling himself in the driver’s seat.

You expected the usual arrangement, with Prompto in the front seat, while you were sandwiched between the sleepy Prince and his shield in the back. But was surprised when the blonde took the middle seat next to Gladio, offering you the spot by the window next to him, while Noct took his place up front. Your heart pounded in your chest once more as you squeezed in the tight place. You tried to make as much room as you could for Prompto, but couldn’t help it as your arms touched. Feeling the heat from his body was almost too much for you to bear, and you did your best to keep your eyes off of him, making it seem like this was no big thing. Little did you know of the deep blush that spread across the man’s face, causing the others to send him knowing glances while you weren’t looking.

As the landscaped zipped by you, your mind began to wonder, trying to remember something, anything really. You remembered your life back in your own world. Co-workers, family that never talked to you, friends, at that thought a scene started to play in your head, like an old grainy movie. You were in your car, looking over to see your best friend messing with the radio, laughing as your favorite song came on. You squeezed your eyes shut as sudden pain flashed behind them, making you grip your head tightly in both hands. This caught Prompto’s attention, but as soon as he opened his mouth to say something, it was quickly interrupted by Gladio shouting “Noct, overhead!”

An Imperial warship slowly passed above you, casting an ugly shadow over the regalia, before stopping just up the road ahead.

Ignis slowed the car to a halt on the side of the road while the rest of the men quickly got out, weapons already forming out of seemingly nothing. You looked around nervously not sure what to do, when Noct spoke to you “(Y/N) things could get ugly, so we need you to run and get out of here, we’ll meet up with you later.” Then before you could respond, they rushed into the fray as megitek soldiers fell from above. Noct warped ahead allowing him to slice through the first wave of enemies with ease. Causing sparks and metallic limbs to fly in every direction, and filled the air with the sounds of battle. Heart raising you took the young king’s advice, and started to run, only to stop as a familiar scream cut through the chaos, and deep into the pit of your stomach. You turned to see Prompto fall to the ground clutching his arm that soon became soaked in blood. The very sight of it sent a wave of electricity coursing through your system, and it was at that moment when something within you stirred. A sort of deep burning hatred that made your blood boil and your vison turned red. Your fist clenched, and your breathing becoming irregular. Without thinking you summoned the very gun he bought you not mere hours ago, and unloaded a few rounds into the solder that stood over him. You didn’t wait to watch the robot crumple to the ground. As instinct fully took over, allowing you to mow down multiple Magitek solders. One by one they fell, as you pulled the trigger again and again. A dark twisted smile playing at the corners of your lips, as you watched them all fall like discarded marionettes. You stood there panting as Gladio drove his sword into the last one, and ending the fight. The three then discarded their arms, before running over to their fallen comrade, and the realization of what you’ve done hit you. You dropped the weapon, having it disappear before it even hit the ground. What was that?! Just mere moments ago you have never fired off a gun in your life, yet there you were taking down a hoard of enemies as if you’ve done it every day. A gasp of pain tore you from your thoughts, as you looked to see Ignis seeing to Prompto’s injured arm. You saw the young advisor’s shoulders slightly relaxed, meaning the wound wasn’t serious, as he dug out a potion from his pocket, and broke the fragile flask over the photographer’s arm. After a few flexes it was deemed good as new, and Prompto turned towards you with a wide grin on his face. “Whoa ho ho, (Y/N) welcome back to the land of the badass!” You stared at him wide eyed, not knowing what to say Gladio clasped you tightly on the shoulder “Good to have you back.” You, however only shook your head in response, muttering in confusion “Uh…..I don’t……..I never………I, uhh” Noctis laughed “hey, don’t worry about it, after a few fights, and some sparring, you’ll be back to your old self in no time.” The guys then proceeded to high five each other, and head back to the regalia, leaving you to stand in the middle of the road, staring blankly down at your shaking hands. What the hell just happen?