#I'm not even going to touch on pirated music

[zo1nkss]

just saw an ad claiming Pandora is the only "completely free" music experience lmao

what

[poisonlove]

can you write a fem reader x tara fic where reader is anika’s best friend or sister or something and anika wants to introduce reader to the group

Oh yes, I really like the idea, haha. I just hope you like what I've come up with. Sorry for the delay, but sooner or later, I'll write every request. 😊

The night we met | t.c

tara carpenter x reader

"Excuse me, sorry," I uttered with difficulty, trying to navigate through the crowd.

I found myself at the fraternity party in New York, immersed in the atmosphere of loud music and an air filled with a mix of sweat and grass. It was Halloween, and the guys were dressed up, adding a touch of eccentricity to the party. The noise of laughter and music served as a background as I struggled to make my way through the crowd, eager to reach my destination amid the festive chaos.

I released a sigh of relief as I made my way through the crowd, and finally, in the center of the party I saw a familiar scene. My best friend, Anika, was sitting on a small couch with a girl. It was clear that she was Anika's girlfriend considering how Anika had her legs stretched over hers, and the girl's hand was absentmindedly caressing Anika's leg.

I approached with a smile, happy to have found my destination amidst all the festive chaos.

"Hey," I said smiling at my best friend. Anika gave me a beautiful smile as soon as our eyes met.

"Mindy... this is y/n, my best friend," Anika introduced, pointing in my direction. "y/n, this is Mindy, my girlfriend," she announced, smiling broadly and giving a playful look to her girlfriend.

"Pleasure to meet you," I said in a loud voice, trying to make myself heard amidst the party's noise.

"The pleasure is mine," Mindy replied with a smile, looking at me with curious eyes.

"Cute costume," she noted immediately, looking me up and down with a mischievous smile. "Certainly... frightening," she added laughing under her breath.

"Thank you," I replied, slightly embarrassed. Perhaps Harry Potter wasn't the most suitable choice for this situation, now that I think about it.

"I'm going... going to get something to drink," I said, leaning toward Anika, who nodded in agreement.

I made my way through the crowd again, heading towards the drink counter a few meters away. While walking, a girl who was dancing accidentally elbowed me, making me lose my balance and collide with someone.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry," I immediately said after regaining my balance, looking up to apologize to the person I had bumped into.

When my eyes met hers, I was mesmerized. Before me stood a girl dressed as a pirate, with brown hair cascading to her shoulders.

"Don't worry, it's fine," she said calmly, indicating that she was unharmed by our collision. Her eyes, glazed from alcohol, analyzed me more closely.

I responded with a slightly embarrassed smile.

The girl with a smile on her face approached me even more causing my heartbeat to quicken. The height difference between us became evident as we looked into each other's eyes. Her presence, heightened by the festive atmosphere and the effect of alcohol, created an aura of curiosity and excitement.

The pirate, tilting her head, raised her hands to my face. With a confident and gentle gesture, she adjusted my round glasses.

"There you go, much better," she said laughing softly.

"TARA!"

The voice resonated in the chaos of the party and I immediately turned my gaze towards the sound. I saw Tara turning, revealing her well-defined jaw, upturned nose, and full lips.

"Everything okay?" Mindy asked, directing the question to Tara and showing a slight concern as I turned to see.

Tara's brown eyes turned back in my direction, radiant with brightness and fascination. "Let's go get something to drink, Pottah," she said, smiling widely, and a slight giggle escaped when she pronounced "Potter" with an English accent.

"That's what I wanted to do, Elizabeth Swann," I replied, amused.

Tara raised an eyebrow with curiosity, her scrutinizing gaze fixed on me. "Swann?" she asked with genuine curiosity. "Oh... it was a reference to Pirates of the Caribbean, you know... like a matching costume to your pirate outfit,"

I was grateful that the room was relatively dark, allowing me to conceal my embarrassment.

Tara chuckled softly. "Got it, I was teasing you." She raised a hand, shaking it timidly while she spoke.

"Could I have another?" she asked the person behind the counter, genuinely smiling. It was only then that I realized Tara already had a glass in her hand.

"There's none left," the guy behind the counter replied.

And that's when a certain guy approached with a flirtatious smile. "Hey beauties... I'm Edward," the guy said, but he only looked at Tara. "Y/n," I said, annoyed. "Tara," the girl replied with a smile on her lips.

My eyes rolled slightly without making a sound.

"In the kitchen, there's something to drink... if you want," Edward affirmed, giving me a dazzling smile t

Tara and i along with Edward, made our way to the kitchen to get something to drink. As I took a sip, the strong, bitter taste of alcohol made me scrunch up my nose. Meanwhile, Edward was openly flirting with Tara, creating a tense and uncomfortable atmosphere that made me wish I were elsewhere.

The guy put an arm around Tara's waist, causing clear discomfort to the brunette.

It was clear that the guy wanted to take Tara upstairs. With a pleading look, Tara asked me to help her in that embarrassing situation. Her expression reflected a mixture of discomfort and hope as she sought a way out of that embarrassing situation.

"Hey!" I said seriously, putting my hand on Edward's arm.

The guy, obviously tipsy, looked at me confused, smiling mischievously. "If you want to come too, I won't complain," he chuckled quietly.

"Let go of Tara," I said seriously, tightening my lips at the disgusting proposition. "She doesn't want to," I added, shooting a glance at the pirate.

"Potter..." Edward muttered weakly. "I'll make her change her mind," he concluded, smiling.

"Tara! Let's go home," Anika intervened, looking at the guy attentively.

"He won't let her go," I said nervously, noticing how Tara looked at me with bright eyes, perhaps trying to hold back tears.

"Tara stays here," a guy intervened. Mindy was next to him.

a statuesque cowboy.

I raised an eyebrow in confusion thinking that maybe he was the pirate girl's boyfriend.

"Come on, Chad... we just want to have some fun," the guy said, his face red from alcohol.

"She stays here," the guy reiterated seriously, approaching the stairs.

Edward, climbing two steps, made Tara lose her balance, clearly not wanting to follow him. The sudden movement surprised her, and her expression reflected a combination of fear and disorientation as she tried to maintain stability. Edward's firm grip on her arm seemed more like an attempt to drag her than a supportive gesture, adding an element of constraint to the embarrassing situation Tara found herself in.

Tara grimaced, trying to hide the pain as Edward insisted on dragging her up the stairs.

In the blink of an eye, the situation escalated as Chad grabbed Edward by the shirt, attempting to force him to step down. Edward, trying to retaliate, eventually let go of Tara. With a swift motion, the pirate sought refuge in my arms, trying to regain balance after the unexpected turmoil. The tension in the air was palpable as gazes clashed, with Tara still a bit disheveled but clearly grateful to have escaped from that unwanted aggression.

"Take her outside," Anika said seriously. Without saying anything, I found myself walking with Tara against my body toward the exit of the house.

Outside, silence reigned supreme, broken only by the occasional passing car. The starry sky shone, and the full moon illuminated the night. The cold made Tara shiver slightly, enveloped in the quiet of the evening.

"Are you okay?" I asked with concern.

Tara looked at me, smiling and nodding.

I decided to take off my tunic, a sort of jacket I was wearing, and offered it to her. In short sleeves and jeans, I noticed the cold was starting to be felt a bit.

"Take this, it might help you warm up," I suggested, offering my tunic to Tara in the hope that it could give her at least some comfort.

Tara raised the corners of her lips, putting on the coat I had given her and looking at me with a grateful expression.

She swayed slowly towards me, resting her hands on my shirt. Her gaze was directed at me with her chin slightly lifted. A mixture of vulnerability and gratitude reflected in her eyes.

"Thank you," she said timidly.

My cheeks tinged with red due to the proximity, and Tara smiled sweetly. With a sloppy attempt, the girl tried to stand on tiptoe, causing a laugh from me for her effort.

Tara pouted, but it was amusing to see the slightly tipsy girl.

Tara's hands moved gently on my face, removing my glasses.

With a smile on my lips, I watched as the girl pushed her glasses up on her head, looking at me curiously. My smile faded when I saw Tara lean forward, eager to press her lips to mine.

"Tara... you're drunk," I said, smiling amusedly. "And I'm a girl," I clarified, not wanting Tara in her state to overlook the situation.

For heaven's sake, I was gay, but I didn't want to kiss a drunk straight girl.

"And so what? I've noticed," she replied, smiling, biting her lower lip. "I just want to kiss you," she affirmed, amused.

Her hand caressed the lightning-shaped scar on my forehead. "You're extremely sexy with this costume," she murmured.

"You have a boyfriend," I said with a slightly irritated tone, remembering a certain Chad. Tara gave a wide smile, shaking her head. "I don't have a boyfriend," she said amusedly.

"In any case, you're drunk," I reiterate, amused, sensing how Tara smelled of alcohol and most likely a perfume."Maybe you can give me a kiss when you're conscious of your actions," I whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead.

"Pottah, kiss your Hermione," she blurted out with a smile on her lips, and I rolled my eyes at her comment. "Actually, it's Ginny," I said, smiling slightly. "Whatever it is," mumbled Tara.

"Another time," I added, smiling at her amusing behavior.

Tara sighs loudly and leans against my chest, wrapping her arms around my body in search of warmth. My eyes curiously scanned the exit of the house, but the smile faded from my face when I saw Anika's eyes looking at me mischievously from a distance. Her girlfriend did the same, and the only one confused was the guy next to them.

Oh, crap. I'm in for an unpleasant interrogation.

[hannahbarberra162]

Struck Twice By Lightning

On Ao3 All Chapters

You married Shanks when you were both younger and in love. But life happened, you broke up, and you haven't been with him in years. You need him to divorce you to get your business started. He strikes a deal with you - but will you want to keep it? Or would you rather keep him?

AKA- second chance romance with Shanks.

I'm trying not to use Y/N, just "you," we'll see how it goes. Should be fluffy, maybe a touch on angst later on. No Uta, haven't seen the movie yet.

18+ MDNI

Struck Twice By Lightning

When you heard that a Yonko ship was docked at the main island, you rolled your eyes. Others on the island were happy, concerned, worried, excited, a myriad of emotions. Not you. You had a feeling about who the Yonko was. And you needed something that only he could give you. 

You lived a quiet life on a small island archipelago. The main island was where the majority of commerce and tourism were, but you lived on a small, lush, green nearby island that you loved. It was easy to travel between the islands - you didn’t even need a log pose. You’d been living there for a while, making money with your trade. You were satisfied with your life, and wanted to keep it that way. 

You did need to find a certain someone, so the fact that he had docked near your island was fortuitous. It saved you the time it would take to track him down. You decided just to get this over and done with, so you grabbed what you needed, and went to the small wharf. There would be plenty of boats and ferries going between the islands, you’d just catch the next one. Sure enough, you were able to pay for fare and be on your way in less than an hour. 

Landing at the main island, it didn’t take long to figure out where the pirates were. It was like the entire island had erupted into a party. There was music coming from every restaurant, every bar was open and full, and there was dancing in the street. It would have been nice, but you weren’t in the mood. You headed towards the biggest, loudest part of the party you could find, and sure enough, there were the Red Hair Pirates. You saw some familiar faces, some new ones, but not the one that you needed.

Finally, you saw a circle of people sitting around, talking and laughing. They were drinking heavily, telling tall tales trying to entertain the local women. You walked up to the circle and looked for your target. In walking towards everyone, you passed by an old friend. You reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

“Hi, Benn.”

“Hi, nice to see you,” Benn replied with a smile. Ever unflappable, he didn’t seem surprised you were there. 

“He’s here, right?”

“Just over there.”

“Thanks Benn. Happy you’re ok.”

“Likewise.”

With that you trudged over to your mark. You stood in front of him and said simply

“Shanks.”

Shanks, who had been laughing a moment before, looked as though he’d seen a ghost. After a moment, his face broke into a huge smile and he said “Buttercup, is it really you? Or have I been hallucinating again?”

“Don’t call me that. I need you to do something for me.”

“Come here! It’s been forever! Come sit by me and tell me everything that’s been going on.”

“No, Shanks. It’s not gonna be like that. I just need to talk to you.”

“So sit here and talk to me! We haven’t seen each other in so long, I wanna talk to you too…” Shanks continued to try to get you to sit next to him. Eventually, you did, just so you could tell him what you needed to. Shanks could be incredibly persistent when he wanted something, a trait you had not forgotten. 

A newer recruit, who hadn’t recognized you, asked “who is that? His ex-girlfriend or something?”

Benn sighed, took a drag of his cigarette, and replied “no, that’s his wife.”

[hey-august]

When it's time to party, we will always party hard

I wrote this one-shot a while ago and held onto it as a lil reward for getting 200 followers. I know that's not the usual milestone, but omgggg it's so amazing to me!!! To everyone who enjoys reading my nonsense about this goober - thank you, ily, I appreciate you lots and lots! 🤗🥰❤️❤️❤️

Word count: ~3.3k

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, buggy x GN!reader, no use of Y/N, not an established relationship, drinking, oral - buggy receiving, anal sex - reader receiving, protected sex, *glitter*, a bandana is not enough aftercare (but it's the thought that counts). All parties are consenting adults.

A/N: I originally imagined that the song playing in the background is Custer by Slipknot. It just seems like the kinda shit they'd put on after a while because 'lol cut cut cut me up' but the silly chop chop man will always put himself back together. I'm curious to hear what music you imagine!

Title comes from "Party Hard" by Andrew W.K.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ✩ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ✩ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ✩ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

Pirates and drinking - already an overwhelming combination. Add loud music, rowdy jokes, lighthearted arguments, tall tales, drunk fights, a disco ball, sea shanties, and terrible dancing? Then it’s a full-blown we’re-gonna-get-fucked-up party.

Your crew was celebrating a successful treasure raid - overflowing chests led to overflowing cups. Buggy had ordered for all the alcohol to be pulled out and cracked open for tonight’s festivities, the tantalizing smells of wooden casks, sharp rum, and wine becoming a siren’s call for everyone on the ship.

This was your first time experiencing such a blowout and it quickly went to your head. The main party was contained in the mess, but the festivities quickly spread across the ship with people constantly coming and leaving. Clusters and cliques found everywhere and anywhere, like rowdy dust bunnies. Some groups gathered to sing loud choruses, others to conduct drinking challenges, one lot took over the crow’s nest to smoke, and countless others that simply enjoyed the fun.

The group that adopted you stayed in the mess, talking and chatting. Unfortunately, the concentration required to follow a conversation that could hardly be heard over the pounding music was far out of your grasp. Instead, you just pretended to listen. Nodding when it felt appropriate, chuckling when the others broke into laughter, and taking shots alongside the others. Meanwhile, you watched the crowd. It didn’t take long for someone to start a game of darts, but with throwing knives. Fun and dangerous. Someone else began collecting empty bottles to juggle. By this point, he was up to 5 bottles cascading through the air, with one balanced on his head. Delightful!

You took another shot and broke off from your group. You wanted to get a closer look at the juggler. He made it look so easy and you wanted to try. Sure, you never juggled before, but it couldn’t be that difficult. Navigating the surging crowd was a challenge that you succeeded in overcoming. The victory was short lived when you misjudged your next step. Your foot caught the corner of a chair like a ship hitting shallow coral. The momentum propelled your forwards and you grabbed onto the first thing that touched your hands. A person. A person who grabbed you back, trying to fix your incoordination. It took you a moment to realize that the hands steadying your body didn’t line up with the arms you grabbed. Shit. That was when you finally recognized the coat in your grasp.

Buggy’s hands brought you back to your feet as he turned around to survey the damage. Your face was flushed, but you were fine. The red tint was probably because of the alcohol. And embarrassment from losing your sea legs. Even worse, the humiliation made your body feel weaker, like your knees were going to give out. At least you thought that’s what it was, until the butterflies in your stomach took flight. Stupid blue butterflies with cute red noses. 

Buggy felt your grip tighten so he slipped an arm around your back, propping your unsteady form against his. Having lived most of his life above water, it took a lot for the captain’s sea legs to falter. Although, the sweet look of shame on your face did make him feel a little woozy.

“S-sorry, Captain. I didn’t see you there.” Feebly, you tried to pull away, but you couldn’t. You didn’t really want to. And Buggy didn’t want to let go yet, either.

“Damn and here I was thinking that you fell for me,” he joked. 

You didn’t think your temperature could get any hotter, but now you were hoping to melt a hole in the floor and fall away. Hopefully it wasn’t obvious how fucking flustered you were. A floating hand came by holding two shots and the expectant look on your captain’s face told you that one was for you. 

“C’mon, it’s a celebration,” Buggy encouraged, squeezing you and kicking back his shot. 

You took yours and winced as it hit your throat. It almost felt cool, soothing the torrent of thoughts raging in your body. Looking back at Buggy, you noticed a few drops trailing down the corner of his mouth. Sloppy. Adorable. Without thinking, you reached over and wiped the liquid with your thumb. Before you could pull away, the clown flicked out his tongue to lick your thumb. He apologized for wasting alcohol and winked. That fucker.

The bashful frown on your face was too much for Buggy. It was fun pressing your buttons, but this was quickly turning into a dangerous game. Reluctantly, he loosened his grip on your body to release you back into the wild of the party. He watched you sway slightly, as if your body forgot how to stand without him. His body tensed as he resisted the urge to pull you back into his embrace.

Thoughts swirled in your head, carried on the current of alcohol. If your captain was acting so forward, why couldn’t you? It is a party after all…

“Captain, would it- would it be okay if I kept thinking about you? At night?” you stumbled over the words, eager to get an answer.

Buggy cocked his head to the side. This was a surprise - albeit a welcome one. He pointed at himself questioningly and you nodded. His eyes narrowed and his grin broadened dangerously. Leaning forwards, Buggy whispered in your ear. His voice sent chills down your spine, conflicting with the heat between your legs.

“How about you do more than thinking?” 

His breath was warm and you wanted to feel it everywhere on your body. You wanted to feel him everywhere. You nodded.

Buggy grabbed your hand and strutted away, leaving you with just a hand. You followed the direction his appendage pulled, trailing behind your captain like a puppy. He guided you both to the closest empty corridor, dragging you the last few feet by summoning his hand. Spinning you around in a clumsy two-step to the muffled music that reverberated through the ship, he pressed his lips against yours and moved past a few crates stored in the dead-end hallway. Still with wobbly legs, you grabbed his coat to stay upright and held your mouth tight against your dancing partner. The taste of rum and spit coated your tongue. He tasted sweet and bitter. And a little dirty. 

Breaking the kiss, Buggy tilted your face up with a finger on your chin. He searched your eyes, looking for any sign of hesitation. It wouldn’t be the first time the pirate clown misread a situation and he wasn’t in the mood to be slapped in a not-sexy way. Your crashing mouth against his was enough of an answer and he eagerly reciprocated the affection. The next break was initiated by your breathlessness and dizziness. Pulling away, you saw that Buggy wore a similar expression with stars in his eyes.

“Why don’t you show me what kinds of things you think about?” Buggy prodded in a low voice. He placed your hand on his erection and used you to pet himself.

“Fuck,” you whispered, surprised by the pirate’s large mast. Although you said that for yourself, his cock twitched in appreciation.

“Please? Show me,” he whined, grinding against you. The begging tone in his voice made your throat tight and put your stomach in knots. That was nice. You liked hearing that.

Sinking to your knees, you undid Buggy’s pants and shimmied them down enough to access the treasure you’ve only dreamt about. The tip of his fat cock glistened, coated in precum. You blew on it lightly, enjoying how it swung and bobbed. Buggy hissed in anticipation.

“D-don’t be such a tease.”

You blew again. He groaned in pleasure and frustration. Holding the base of his cock, Buggy pressed it against your lips. At the very least, this should keep you from treating him like a fucking whistle. Your eyes fluttered as it throbbed against your lips, smearing precum like chapstick. You gave in and let Buggy into your mouth, relishing the soft moan he rewarded you with.

You sucked, licked, and caressed him until your jaw ached and your chin was coated in drool. Needing a break, you dragged your tender lips down the side of his cock. Kissing the base, you worked your way down to bathe his balls with a wide lick. You just barely hear Buggy muttering sweet nothings over the faint music. He placed a hand on the back of your head and pressed your face against himself. Spurred by his encouragement, you gently sucked and kissed his balls, coating them in your spit. You like how his cock rested on your face, accidentally tapping you a few times when it twitched.

Nearby voices broke your concentration. You looked up and saw Buggy eyeing the end of the hallway. He looked back down and - fuck - you looked so good down there. Obscene and beautiful.  He blinked a few times trying to clear his mind.

“N-no one can see anything as long as they don’t come down here. Crates are in the way,” he mumbled while thoughtlessly grinding against your mouth.

The voices got louder then softer, soon they were drowned out by the ambience of the ship. Whoever it was didn’t pay any attention or pause. While it felt naughty and a bit exciting, neither of you were in the mood to play a fucked up game of hide-and-seek. Before anyone else could come by and interrupt, Buggy brought you into the storeroom at the end of the hallway. One hand led the way, opening and closing the door, while the other pulled you along, taking you to one of the barrels kept in the room.

The hand you held pulled you across the barrel, your stomach and chest pressed along the top. You let your head drop into your arms for a moment. You were breathless, excited, and overwhelmed. Afraid that you would forget to live in the moment by being too interested in what might happen next. But this moment is more than you ever fucking imagined. The taste of Buggy’s cock in your mouth, your face coated in precum and spit, and now, here you were waiting for his touch.

Muttered profanity and rummaging brought your attention to your frantic captain. Looking over your shoulder, you saw Buggy patting and checking his coat pockets with floating hands and arm stumps. One hand seemed to emerge proudly until you both noticed the glove was covered in glitter. That is definitely not what he wanted and his hand actually looked disappointed in itself. You laughed at how dramatic Buggy is, even when it’s just a fraction of himself.

The clown cast a joking sneer your way before being interrupted by his other hand. Why he’s interrupting himself, you don’t know, but it makes you laugh again. Pulling himself back together, Buggy told you to get ready. You undid your pants and pulled them down enough to grant him access. Meanwhile, Buggy took the condom and lube he pulled out and prepared himself. The crinkle of the foil packet had your heart pounding.

A slap to the ass let you know that the fun was about to begin, the sound of his bare hand on your body was sharp. A rough hand pulled your ass cheeks apart as he kneaded your doughy skin.

“Fucking amazing,” he sighed while stroking his lubed cock.

Buggy leaned in and spit. You shuddered as it trickled down. He swiped the liquid with his thumb and pressed it against your asshole. Teasing you. Applying just enough pressure to make you feel delirious. You bucked your hips, trying to get something more. More pressure, more movement, something, anything.

“Tell me what you want, use your words,” Buggy crooned, rubbing circles that went to your head, dizzying your mind. You could still hear the dull sounds of music carrying through the ship. The heavy bass made you feel like your heartbeat was echoing everywhere.

“F-fuck me! I want you in me, please!” you cried.

“Keep going. I need to know what you think about~” he said in a sing-song lilt. 

Impatience and need raged in your body, consuming all rational thought. You took a deep breath, preparing to say things that you had only planned to keep contained in your fucked up head.

“Captain, I want you to fuck me in the ass,” your voice was shakey, but you kept going, “I w-want to feel your dick stretch my ass while you fuck me stupid. I don’t want my body to forget what you feel like.”

While you couldn’t see the brief surprise flit across his face, you could hear it in his husky voice.

“Damn, I didn’t expect you to be so filthy. You fucking pervert,” Buggy said as he pulled his hand away and slapped your ass again. It stung in a delightful way.

A breath lingered in your throat at the feeling of the tip of his cock pressing against you. Buggy entered, eased by the lube and spit. He could see your body soften with the sensation.

“Y-yeah, like that please,” you whined, wanting to encourage your captain.

Panting, Buggy grabbed your waist and thrusted in time with the music floating through the walls. Hitting quick and deep, as if he knew what your body craved. It wasn’t long before the wet sounds of your bodies connecting filled the room, accented with moans of pleasure.

“I-is this wh-”

“Yes! You’re d-doing so good, Captain. So much better than I imagined.”

“Of-fucking-course,” he grunted, insulted by the insinuation that your imagination could be better than the real thing. He snapped his hips into you harder, wanting to pulverize those measly thoughts and replace them with memories that would make your legs shake. The high pitched whine you released let him know that he was hitting a good spot.

“Ooooh, that feels s-good…” Your words slurred together, strung with ecstasy and alcohol. 

Buggy’s hands pawed at your hips as he continued slamming into you, the movement jostling the barrel beneath your bodies. The ferocity in his movements were numbing your mind and body to everything except his touch. Each thrust loosened all thoughts that weren’t about your captain. The constant jiggling of your body dulled everything that wasn’t extreme - that wasn’t his bruising hands or his hard cock that refused to relent to your tight ass.

You were in absolute bliss, drifting on golden waves of lust, desire, and cock. You could hardly lift your head up, choosing to rest it against the wood grain and drool.

“D-do you think about coming while I screw you? I bet you fucking do…”

Buggy’s taunting words lit a fire in your body. While you were content to be fucked senseless, it wouldn’t take long to come and you absolutely imagined it before. Countless times. Sluggishly, you wiggled your body, moving a hand between your legs. It took a moment to get comfortable, since you didn’t pull your pants down far and your unsteady hand had to navigate through that blocker. Once you were in an okay position and playing with yourself, you tilted your head to the side so Buggy could see you nod.

“M’close,” you whined.  

You didn’t have to tell him, Buggy could feel it. Your body was tight. Tense under his hands. Your ass was squeezing against him, increasing the pressure and friction you both needed. Your orgasm was at your fingertips, just waiting for the final push.

“Where d-do you want me to finish?”

“-in me, f-fucking come in me, please. Want you to come too. W-wanna feel it.”

Buggy’s body threatened to fall apart at the sound of those words. He’s pretty sure his neck split a fraction when he tilted his head back in delight. Worried that he might actually fall apart entirely, he hunched over your back and leaned into his impending orgasm. He was in a frenzy, bucking his hips against you, while also rocking your body and barrel against him. Going so deep it ached. Making your body confused, believing this is what it was created for. 

The way your sweet hole accepted him so readily each time he slid into you, but gripped him tightly when he pulled back was more intoxicating than anything else Buggy had tonight. Your yelps and cries of pleasure carried him higher, closer to the precipice until he tipped over. His weak seams threatening to break again, Buggy slumped over your back as he fucked through his orgasm.

You felt Buggy’s cock pump inside, flexing against your already strained hole. That sensation and the weight of his body collapsing on yours, which felt surprisingly intimate, were the final pieces you needed - wanted - before you came. You had imagined what it would be like to come on his throbbing cock, feeling it twitch inside you, and holy shit. Your hands and toys were a depressingly pale comparison to the real thing.

Buggy kept moving until you finished with a deep breath that gently rocked his body. Finally letting go of your hips, Buggy braced against the barrel and pushed himself upright. Reluctant to pull his softening cock from your body just yet, he ran his hands along your lower back, thumbs pressing into muscles that must be tender. A shudder coasted through your body, causing your asshole to pulse and flutter. Buggy hissed, feeling both overstimulated but craving more. He definitely didn’t have another round in him just then, so he pulled out.

You felt empty. Satisfied. Messy. But also empty. You stayed resting against the barrel, not trusting your wobbly legs or the spinning in your head. Both were probably from getting dicked down so successfully, but it could still be the alcohol. You listened to the sound of snapping rubber, which was followed by the sound of rustling fabric. 

Groaning, you pushed yourself up and turned to see what the pirate captain was looking for this time. He was unsuccessful so far. And then that damn hand emerges from the glitter pocket. But this time, it was his bare hand. Which was sticky. And now it’s sticky and covered in glitter.

“For fuck’s sake,” Buggy growled, swatting his arts-and-crafts hand away with his arm. You found that fucking hilarious and threw your head back in laughter. Although Buggy wasn’t keen on being laughed at, he did like the sound. Giving up on his quest, the clown used his other hand to tug the bandana off his head and straightened his hat afterwards. He held the square of fabric out towards you.

“Sorry, I can’t find something else. This should be enough until you get to the showers,” he explained.

This was like a dream. Better than a dream, really. You never would have thought Buggy would hand off one of his bandanas for post-sex clean up. Dirty, like a pirate, and you liked it. You accepted the gesture and gingerly cleaned yourself, clearing away just enough that you could get dressed.

Buggy waited by the door until you were ready. You walked over and before he could open the door, you stuck out your foot. Tonight had been full of surprises and cause for celebration. Even though you had already pushed your luck, maybe there was room for a little more. Trailing your fingers on Buggy’s coat, you leaned in and pressed a light kiss against the corner of his mouth.

“You know, I’ve thought about what the captain’s personal shower must be like…” you said coyly.

Buggy reached up to grab your chin before realizing it was the glitter hand. Rolling his eyes, Buggy matched your gaze instead.

“I never woulda thought you were such a greedy slut for your captain. Seems like there are a lot of thoughts in that head that I need to deal with.” He flashed you that dashing, mischievous smile that always turns you into putty.

Buggy pushed past you to exit and tilted his head, inviting you to follow. And you did, without wasting another thought.

[captain-n-crunchies]

You need a retwist...

OPLA Ussop x Salon owner Reader

From braids to straightening and even retwist and reties you've done all types of hair on Cocoyasi pays a good amount ever since fish face and they came onto the island. Arlong always comes to get his hair cleaned leaving only a path of violence and no tips after every visit; Nami one of my old closest friends ending up visiting my shop when Arlong and he asked me how much I make lying didn't save me wen Nami was around telling him I was practically flourishing. After she told him how much I was making he destroyed everything... thousands of berries and years of hard work destroyed all because of his and Nami's greed, he raised the village toll, and I didn't get much business for years til we got stable.

Today was collection day, the people of Coco gathered and gave Nami their payment for "protection" it was also the day Nami came to tell me Arlong would be coming for a touch up, the coward dead in front of me asking how many berries I have today threating me to not lie pr it'll happen again; after giving her a 1,000 berries and free products she gives me a solemn glance and leaves my salon like she never came.

Cleaning the floors and sinks of the salon with music from radio wafted through the cool air as I hummed a tune and swayed with the beat. Refilling water to plants and sanitizing combs a clean smell lingered in the air, loving the vibe I sit down onto the decorative couch and aid in the silence when I hear I ring of the front door. Getting up I walked to the front of my hose to see four men: a dopey boy with a straw hat, a tall man in a suit? It's 95 degrees??, a green hair swordsman, and a man with curious eyes looking over everything. The straw hat boy says the salon smells like lemon and cleaning products as he walks around touching and tapping any shiny piece of metal

" Don't touch nothin if you can't afford to replace, now what can I do for you?" I asked uninterested grabbing a apron and standing by the salon chair placing products out. The boy talks about Nami asking if I seen her based off what he's saying her sister must've led him to me. " She came in to collect Arlong's 'business fee' and left, if that's all you head on out, I'm still cleaning"

" Well did you know where she's going? We can't leave without her! Shes our navigator"

" You picked someone whose already apart of a pirate crew to join yours? Thats pretty stupid" then the swordsman told me they didn't know till now. " Thats sad but that's how she rolls, betrays her friends and does it again. It's a kink to her I guess" as I spoke, I looked to the man with the durag who now looking through a lookbook of men styles, " You're looking for new style?"

The man in the suit named Sanji who been somewhat quiet besides from complementing my looks ask what could be done to his " luscious blond locks his " I sit him down and his hair pretty clean jokingly calling him pretty boy I trimmed his hair and slicked it how it was before, the straw hat boy excitedly wants his turn and his moves to sit down and I take off his hat to see a whole god dammed mess, his unruly locks aren't kept right not even moisturized and it's filled with sand and dirt; " You should be ashamed of this... I mean how long have you went without a wash?" he thinks with picking his nose? And says a about a few months probably a year, within a long hour I washed and detangled his curly hair and it looks very pretty with a few fruity scents he looks more... boyish in a sense?

Turing to the swordsmen who is just looking around I asked did he want anything done he says he doesn't need it but if do I have something to drink, walking to the fridge in the back of the hose I get him a nice glass of sake and walks over to the man named Ussop, asking him to get in the chair and what he wants done he takes off the rag over his hair and it not as bad the straw hat boy but he's veryyy over due for a retwist. " When the last time you had your hair done? you locs are almost matted?"

" Oh! I don't know what that is, my mom did them and... well, nobody else knew how to manage them"

" It's called a retwist your locs need to maintained and just washing them isn't doing you much good."

" Oh... well can you do that? It'll look nice right?"

" Absolutely, and don't worry about the cost all I ask is you get Nami safe." Sanji questions me even when knowing Nami isn't the best person why I would want her safe I truly didn't know, being friends with her and Nojiko the fond memories of her just can't leave my mind no matter what. Grabbing some clips and a comb with some gel I section and part each loc of his, he winces at every tug and I roll my eyes when he asks is it supposed to hurt, " Well you matted locs hun, it going to a bit painful regardless" I say stilling twisting and clipping his locs as the rest of the men lounge around or read a magazine.

With in a few hours I was done and he was looking good as new, with him looking in the mirror I looked outside and it's dark and I see Arlong and his goon walking towards my salon, turning frantic I tell the Straw hats to give any money to Arlong but they seemed unfazed, well except for Ussop who slowly hid behind the swordsman. Arlong bust through the door and looks eyes with the straw hat and laughs a bone chilling laugh.

" Hello, are you here for-"

" Selling out my location to pirate huh? After the good business I gave you y/n?" I looked confused and tries to explain I dint know they were pirates just new customers but, it gets a vase and smashes it and the memories of his first visit sets in, his crew his walking around touches anything int he room as my pleas for him to get them to stop smashing things are cut off when the swordsmen points a katana at the head of fishmen and threats them. The room grows silent as each of the strange men ae in a fighting stance, Sanji tells me to get out the house and I run out the back door taking any valuables and money with me as I ran, running hearing sounds of clashing and noises of a fights echos in my ear.

It's been two days since I seen those pirates and it hasn't been good for the town, Nami reason for helping Arlong was revealed and a battle between the Straw hats and the fishmen began. It's been quite so far and Nami came back after telling me she trying to buy the village freedom, I welcomed her back with open arms and now at Nojikos home I sit with her talking about old memories when Nami and the pirates come back with new Arlong has been defeated, with praises and thanks you I congratulate their victory.

" Well Nami you've became a pirate, a better one than I thought you would be" I comment and she smiles and apologizes for our earlier past and I forgive her when the Luffy the captain to be asks a funny question

" Your hair place got destroyed in the fight, hope you arent too mad though"

' Eh, it'll better if I just do hair occasionally plus it wasn't too big of space so it'll be alright" I think of ways to make back the money for new supplies when Nami hands me a bag opening it the bad filled with thousands of berries shines ad I almost cry, with this I could open up a new business and get better products even hire people! Hugging Nami, Luffy continues

" You should join us! It'll be nice to have a new crew member!"

The swordsman questioned him saying he just can't ask anyone to join the crew because he finds them nice or cool.

" Plus, I don't fight Luffy, nor do I know how to chart maps that's a nerd thing"

" You can do your hair stuff! Ussop can make a empty room like your salon and you can do our hair!" "And I can charge a fee too... " I mumble to Nojiko and she giggles.

" So, what do you say? It's free housing too!"

"With the chance of getting blown to smithereens?"

" It's the fun part!

Looking at a smiling Luffy I agree, and he tells me they leave tomorrow.

" Y/n Let me ask you something"

"Hm?"

" You did Ussop hair? He looks different..."

" Yes! girl he needed a retwist like 30 days ago!" Laughing that I wonder what new styles I could do being the Straw hat hairstylist, maybe I could twist up a new love in my heart?

[stinkysam]

Buggy the Clown - Meet my ex.

Warning : One spoiler but blink and you’ll miss it.

Genre : angst-ish

Synopsis : "You, Luffy, Zoro and Nami get captured by your ex after stealing the Grand Line map from the marines" - @inhumanshadows

Reader : male (he/you)

A/N : Part TWO // basically rewrote the whole second episode so it's kinda long.

"Can't wait to see the look on your face when we find it." Said Luffy to Nami.

And then, you heard an explosion followed by a red light lighting the sky.

"Is that the marines ?" Zoro asked.

"How did they find us ?" Asked Nami, already panicking.

You all quickly stormed outside the cabin as another explosion was heard above your heads, a red smoke covering the small boat.

"The smoke smells weird." Luffy said and you instinctively blocked your airways. Not wanting to breathe any of it.

You knew you were right to do so when you saw Nami and Zoro fall to the ground, seemingly unconscious.

You watched Luffy go back in the cabin to swallow the map before turning to the back window. You quickly joined him, wanting to see who was attacking you.

Oh no.

You looked at him after seeing the Jolly Roger, watching him fall unconscious as well. You couldn't hold your breath any longer so you laid down on the floor, breathing in the smoke.

Luffy woke up first, then Nami, you and Zoro.

"Zoro." Luffy whispered in his ear, only for him to jolt awake.

You stared at each other for a moment before looking around yourselves. You were in a big wooden box.

You sighed as you sat up, groaning.

"For fuck's sake."

"They took my swords." Zoro said, looking for them.

"And my rucksack, ugh, with all my navigation gear." Noted Nami, still slowly emerging.

Luffy quickly brought his hands to his head and sighed, content.

"They didn't take my hat."

"Yeah, small blessings." Said Nami "Damn it, we've lost the map !" She whispers-yelled.

"No !" Luffy suddenly stood up, head hitting the top of the box. "No, we didn't. It's in a safe place." He said, touching his stomach.

"Ew." She said, as Zoro began to try to punch his way out. "Hey, stop. Stop that. Stop that." She whispered.

"What ? I'm trying to find a way out."

"You won't." You said apathetically.

"We've been captured, we need a plan." Continued Nami.

"I don't need a plan, I just need to beat the hell out of every marine I see."

"Not marines." You said quietly.

"Hey, everyone relax. We're fine." Luffy said, trying to calm everyone down.

"We're not fine. The marines will throw us in jail if we're lucky. Execute us if they don't." Said Nami, patting the ceiling as if to find a weak spot.

"They… they are not marines. Before I got knocked out, I saw a Jolly Roger, right [Name] ?" Luffy said. "We've been captured by pirates."

"That's much better news." Said Nami sarcastically.

"It's not." You said.

"No, he's right. Marines have training. Pirates are easier to kill." intervened Zoro.

"Shanks used to say not every situation can be solved with violence." Replied Luffy.

"Who the hell is Shanks ?"

"We don't need to fight… I can talk to them. Pirate to pirate."

"That won't work." You and Nami said.

"Why not ?"

"To start you're not a pirate." Nami replied.

"Yes, I am."

"No, you are just some stretchy guy in a tattered hat."

"I'm a different kind of pirate."

"And he won't listen to you." You finally said a bit louder to be heard this time.

The three of them looked at you.

"He ?"

"Buggy."

Just as you said his name, the ceiling of the box opened, a circus music blaring as one of the walls fell down allowing you to walk out. You hummed to the music in a bored manner.

A man passed before you, juggling on his unicycle as one by one the remaining walls were removed, leaving you nothing to sit against. So you stood up as well.

Then you heard loud clapping and cheering all around you. Even Luffy clapped at the spectacle happening.

"No. No, no, no, no. Stop clapping. No, stop ! It's all wrong !" A man yelled as he entered the circus tent.

You rolled your eyes and sighed loudly, your head falling back. Yep. It's him. Great.

Quickly the clapping stopped.

"Spotlight was late. You completely missed my entrance." He said pointing to another man to the side then to himself. The light creaked as it turned to him.

"And where, oh, where was the dancing… lion." He asked as he walked to the man threateningly.

"Heey, I know you ! I saw your wanted poster in Shells Town. You're the clown guy." Luffy said, growing excited. "Um, uh… Binky, right ?"

"Buggy." You and Buggy said at the same time. "Buggy the Clown." Zoro and Nami turned to you as you continued to mouth what the man was saying. "Buggy, the flashy fool." He walked closer to Luffy, still unaware of you. "Buggy, the Genius Jester." You knew it by heart.

"Wow…" Luffy said, actually impressed. "You have a lot of names. I bet everyone in the East Blue knows who you are."

The people around you gasped and you smiled. Ah, yeah. Here we go.

"What did you just say ?" Buggy's smile fell.

"Just that everyone knows who you are."

"Nose ?!" He yelled, grabbing Luffy's face. His minions slowly approached menacingly as the crowd gasped. "Are you making fun of my nose ?"

"Well, I wasn't. But now that you mention it, is that thing for real ?" Luffy asked, unbothered as he raised his hand to touch Buggy's nose, only for it to be slapped away.

"Calm down, he wasn't talking about your nose, Bugs." You crossed your arms and stepped closer.

Buggy perked at the nickname. Who the fuck dared to call him that ? And that's when he noticed you, his eyes widening as he froze for a second, his heart skipping a beat. What the fuck were you doing here ?

"[Name] ?"

You smiled awkwardly as you posed.

"Ta-daaa…" You quietly said, waving your hands a little.

Your three friends stared at you, confused.

"[Name] ?" Nami repeated, eyeing you as if to say 'Care to explain ?'

"Meet… my ex." You said, pointing to Buggy, kicking the ground with your right foot. Luffy tilted his head as the two others looked at you with big eyes. You smiled at them. A big awkward toothy smile.

"What are you doing here ?" Buggy finally asked, stepping closer. His heart was beating so fast the closer he got. Memories of the two of you resurfacing as he tried to ignore them.

"I just missed you." You said sarcastically. You almost didn't see the way his eyes twitched at your words, clearly touched by them. Believing your pretty words for a second. "No, you captured our crew, so…" You continued, putting your hands on your hips.

He stared at you, unsure of what to do or what to say. He hadn't expected to see you again. You still looked so handsome, even after all those years. Fuck. He remembers the way your pretty eyes looked at him, so fond and loving. So sweet. Now they looked at him as if he was just… someone and not the light of your life.

"But, don't pay attention to me, go back to your monologue." You said, waving him away as you took a step back. "I'm sure you had things to say."

He frowned at you, stepping away reluctantly before clearing his throat. You're right, he wasn't done talking.

"You asked if my nose was real, you know what's real ? I've been scheming for months to steal that map from old Axe-Hand Moron !" Ah ! Mh ? No reaction. Heh… "No I can't, you see, you've cut my momentum."

"No, no, it was good, continue, continue." You said, acting interested. "And ?" His eyes squinted. He remembers you used to love his introductions, clapping and smiling at him as he presented himself to his enemies. Now it looked like it was too much, and not just because you were on the receiving end.

"...Only to find out that I was upstaged by three little nobodies and my ex, who stole it from right under my no- No ! It's in my head now ! Gah ! Ugh !"

"Hey ! I'm not a nobody. I'm Monkey D. Luffy. And I will be King of the Pirates." Luffy announced, proudly and confidently, making you smile as Nami couldn't believe her ears.

Buggy laughed.

"Oh ! Now that's funny !" He said and the audience laughed in an unenthusiastic way before he made a sign of the hands to stop them.

"My bounty poster graces the marquee of every marine outpost for miles. And my menagerie of outcasts and freaks is the most dreaded pirate crew of the East Blue has ever known. I am destined to find the One Piece. And when I do… I will be King."

"No, you won't. 'Cuz I'm gonna find it first." Luffy said, still as confidently as before.

"You ? Don't make me laugh." And with that the audience started to laugh again, seemingly upsetting the clown even more. "I said don't make me laugh !"

"All right, listen up !" Zoro intervened, bored of it all and annoyed. Everyone turned to him. "I'm Roronoa Zoro. Drop your weapons now and I may… let you live." He said, approaching Buggy only for him to laugh in response.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have a celebrity in our midst. Too bad I hate sharing the spotlight." And with two kicks of the feet against the floor, the light that was on Zoro was back on Buggy.

To be honest, you had missed the theatrics. It was fun. But did you really miss Buggy ? At the moment, watching all the prisoners he had for audience, you weren't so sure.

"Now, maybe we should skip right to the finale." Buggy said, his daggers between his fingers. "My freaks put quite a bit of rehearsal time into this little abduction. And if I can't reward them with that map… I suppose I'll have to offer them a pound of flesh instead." He added as one of his men growled, sharp teeth in full display.

"Wait. Wait. What if I have something else to offer you ?" Nami quickly said, walking forward. You, Zoro and Luffy looked at her confused and interested as well. "Something more valuable than a map ?" Buggy lowered his daggers. "What if, I give you a new freak for your crew ? A rare talent. The most spectacular act in all of the East Blue. Besides you, of course." She took a step back, next to Luffy who was innocently smiling.

"Go on." Buggy said and with that Nami grabbed Luffy's hat and threw it high in the air, forcing him to stretch his arm to catch it and while everyone looked up in surprise she darted, running away out of the circus tent.

She was brought back inside by two other men, struggling to get away from them.

"What did you do ?!" She yelled. "What did you do to their town ? You destroyed everything !"

"Not everything. I let them keep their hands." He said unbothered and the audience clapped. "Okay. Here end the theatrics." As he said this, all the lights went to him, making you smirk. "I know one of you has my map and I'm gonna get it back. What was it you said rubber boy ? That it's in a safe place ? Don't look so surprised, I've got eyes and ears everywhere." He smiled as he clasped his hands together. "So please make our guests uncomfortable in the green room. Except [Name], he stays here."

His men grabbed Nami and Zoro and they tried to free themselves from their grasp. Luffy attempted to follow them but his men stopped him, pushing him toward Buggy.

"I'm gonna have a chat with my stretchy new pal." He grinned, booping Luffy's nose quickly before laughing.

You waited as he installed some sort of something in the four corners of the scene. Probably to torture Luffy if you guessed right. And that you did !

Luffy had his arms and legs tied as the machine began to stretch him.

"What am I doing here Buggy ?" You finally asked, not knowing why he didn't put you with Zoro and Nami.

"You're too smart to be imprisoned, you always find a way out even back on Roger's ship. So I prefer to keep my eyes on you."

"Aw. I missed looking at you too." You said with a wink, a bit too honestly, watching his eyes widen and squint. You will not get him this time. But it was true, you had missed his pretty eyes. You loved looking at them.

He preferred to not answer and focus back on Luffy who was screaming, laughing a bit as his limbs were stretching more and more.

"I want you to think of this like an artistic exercise, because pain leads to art. And art reveals truth. But there's only one truth I need from this exercise. Where… is… my… map ?"

"Truthfully ?" Luffy said and Buggy nodded. "I'm kinda hungry. Don't circuses have cotton candy ?"

Buggy chuckled, placing his hand on Luffy's chest. If only he knew the map was right under his hand…

"What could you possibly need that map for anyway ? You wouldn't last five minutes in the Grand Line."

"I already told you. I'm gonna be King of the Pir-"

"Boring !" Buggy yelled in his face and gestured to continue stretching him. "Let's go another 10 feet."

The audience gasped in horror as they watched Luffy be stretched.

"You can stretch me all you want. I can do this all day."

"I'm not asking the right questions, right, [Name] ?" He looked at you and you shrugged. You trusted Luffy, you knew it wasn't hurting him and he'd find a way out. "We need to go deeper, get you out of your comfort zone."

He turned back toward Luffy.

"What makes a boy want to grow up to be King of the Pirates ? Who are you trying to impress ? A lost love ? An absent parent ? Or was it someone that you worshiped ? A false idol." But all Luffy did was look away, uninterested by what he was saying.

"That's it…" Buggy realized, taking Luffy's hat in his hands.

"Hey, give me back my hat !"

"I used to know a pirate that wore a hat just like this… Red-Haired Shanks."

"You knew Shanks ?"

"Ginger ? Three scars, left eye ? We served together with [Name] on a pirate crew when we were about your age. For a time, I even thought we were friends." Buggy said. "Until he betrayed me. Just like aaaall the others." He added, looking at you. You didn't betray him, but of course, that's how he'd see it. You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, looking away.

"He wanted to keep me out of the spotlight ! He wanted to keep my star from shining too brightly !" Then a thought came to him. "Is that what he did to you rubber boy ? Did Shanks betray you too ?"

"Don't talk about him that way." Is all Luffy said.

"Ahhh. Now we are finally getting to the truth. Stretch him until he breaks."

"Please, don't make me do this." An old man with white hair said.

"I… invite you ! To take part in the splendor that is my show and this is how you repay me ? With a no ?"

"You've destroyed our town. Made us your prisoners. Isn't that enough ?"

"Well. Maybe you'd prefer it if I threw one of your constituents on the rack instead." Buggy threw Luffy's hat to the side, opening his arms wide. "Hey, kid ! You want to get tall fast ?" He said as he grabbed a young boy from the audience.

"Boogie, I'm warning you."

You stepped closer, ready to fight to defend the kid.

"It's Buggy ! And you're warning me ? Now that's a laugh." But no one laughed. He rolled his eyes, annoyed. "I said that's a laugh." He repeated as an unenthusiastic laughing could be heard.

"Buggy." You approached as you heard Luffy grunt, pulling on his limbs to free himself, which worked as he fell to the ground.

"Put him down." Luffy said, this time more threatening as he stood up.

"But why ? He's having such a great time !" Buggy laughed. "Aren't you, junior ?" He grabbed the kids face as if to make him talk. "Yes ! The best, Buggy !" He laughed more as Luffy sent his hand behind himself, stretching it before punching Buggy's head away from his body.

The audience screamed in fear as the head landed on someone's laps, the kid yelling in horror at Buggy's body, still holding him.

Luffy looked at his fist, confused for a second. Did he just... ?

"Nah, don't worry, kid. He's alright." You said with a chuckle, patting his shoulder.

"Hi." Buggy clicked his tongue, head turning on the person's laps. "Well, well, well, looks like we have something in common !" He said with a laugh before flying back to his body, reattaching himself.

"You ate a devil fruit ?"

"The Chop Chop fruit. So you can slice me, you can dice me, but I'll always put myself back together again." And with that his arms, legs and head were separated from the rest of his body before being pulled back together like magnets.

"Want to see what else I can do ?" He whispers, showing his arm without a hand. Luffy feels something poking his shoulder and he turns around only to see Buggy's hand squeeze a red ball full of red smoke before punching him in the face.

You grabbed Luffy, refusing to let his men take him but it was you against all his minions.

You had to watch as they placed him in some sort of glass tank.

"You really don't have to do this." You said to Buggy.

"Oh, but my dear [Name], I do. Unless you can tell me where my map is ? No ? Then I fear I have no other way."

You groaned, it was far the time where Buggy would listen to you and consider your words. But now it is impossible. You missed those days. They were fun.

He missed them too. But they were over.

"You know he's never gonna give you the map ?"

"Just like you were never supposed to leave me ?"

You could not answer anything. Remembering the promises you've broken by leaving.

Luffy woke up soon after in the tank, he was weak and struggled to move to get up.

"Don't bother, it's sea water." Buggy says, ignoring Luffy's grunts as he tries to hit and break the glass. "Hardly seems fair. All those wonderful powers rendered useless from a few splashes." He kneeled to Luffy's level. "Of course, you could always give me my map if you don't want to die alone in this tank."

"My crew…" Luffy began but was too weak to continue.

"Your crew ?" Buggy laughed. "You mean the ones that abandoned you ? Just like Shanks did ? Oh… did that make you sad ?"

"They will come back for me."

"No one's coming back for you. Your only chance is to turn over that map and if you do, I may have a very special place on my crew… just for you."

Luffy struggled as he stood up, slowly, despite the sea water draining his energy. Buggy got up, following him.

"Never !"

"Why not !" And with a bang Buggy hits the glass with his hand, hurting himself in the process. "Ah ! God ! You're an outcast, just like the rest of us. A freak, scorned and abandoned ! Join me… and you can serve the man who will become the King of the Pirates… And when I have that map, I will find the One Piece, and then everyone will know my name. And they'll love me."

"You can't make people love you." Interjected Luffy. "Just like you can't make them smile. I'll never give you that map."

Buggy used to make you smile and love him. It wasn't hard. But now it felt like forever since these happy days.

"Well then, I guess it's curtains for you." Buggy said, increasing the water's level, making Luffy fall back and drown in the water.

"Buggy ! Don't !" You yelled, approaching the tank. "Killing him won't change anything. It won't make the map appear !"

"No, but it might change my bad mood !" Buggy replied, grabbing Luffy's hat on the floor and beginning to pull on the straws.

"Bugs."

"You seem to have forgotten you lost the right to call me that when you left."

"Don't touch my hat !" Luffy managed to shout.

"What was that ? I… I couldn't hear you over all the drowning. You want out ? You know the price you have to pay." Buggy said but Luffy only knocked on the glass, pointing behind the clown.

Nami stood at the entrance, throwing her stick against the tank and cracking the glass.

"Where are my freaks ?!" Buggy yelled, looking around himself. Why were they all gone ?

"They're not coming." Zoro said, approaching from another side.

The glass cracked and cracked until it finally broke, the water gushing out and sweeping Buggy and pushing Luffy out.

Luffy coughed, catching his breath as he vomited the map out.

"My map !" Buggy gasped, crawling toward it while Luffy moved toward his hat. Buggy laughed as he finally had the map between his hands, standing up.

Zoro threw your sword your way and you grabbed it in the air.

"You want a piece of me ? Let's see what you got." Buggy said to Zoro.

Without waiting he cut his neck in two then his torso before slicing it in four. But all Buggy did was laugh and put himself back together as Nami watched in horror.

"Surprise shithead !" He yelled, cutting himself in pieces before sending them flying around the three of you.

"How am I supposed to slice a guy who's already in pieces ?"

"You stab him." You say quietly.

"This is not part of the plan." Said Nami as the three of you began to hit any parts of Buggy flying your way. But quickly you found yourselves overpowered as he re-attached himself to turn to Luffy.

"Ah, would you look at that ? Somebody escaped my Tank of Doom. Well, I'll be back to finish you off. Right after I tear apart your sad excuse for a crew !" Buggy said, laughing more.

"You can dump sea water on me, and I'll let it slide. But don't you ever threaten my friends." Luffy stood up, putting his hat on before punching a hole inside Buggy's chest.

He made it fly back to him, clicking his tongue with a wink as he pulled his daggers out once more.

"So you want to die first. Be my guest." He said, detaching both arms and legs and sending them toward Luffy. Laughing hysterically, Buggy attacked Luffy relentlessly, stabbing his hat to a wooden mat, laughing loudly at the sight. Punching and kicking him when he tried to grab it back, strangling him against the floor.

That's when Luffy got an idea.

"Nami ! The crates !" He yelled, voice straining.

Luffy threw Buggy's arm to Nami, who kicked it with her stick inside the crate before closing it. They continued like this with each part of Buggy's body until all that was left were his hands, feet, and head.

"What have you done to me !?" He yelled, head falling to his feet.

"Cut you down to size."

"The One Piece will never be yours ! You're just a sad, lonely little boy wearing another man's hat !"

"I know exactly who I am. I'm Monkey D. Luffy, and I'm gonna be King of the Pirates."

"Gum gum…" Luffy yelled, throwing his hands behind himself. "Bazooka !" Before sending them full force against Buggy, throwing him out of the circus, making a hole in the giant tent.

And with Buggy gone, Luffy walked to the Grand Line map, giving it to Nami.

"You're giving this to me ?" She asked.

"You're the navigator." He simply answered.

"Let's get out of this clown show." Zoro said only for Luffy to stop him.

"Still one more thing we have to do."

"Tell [Name] to pick better partners ?" Zoro said, looking at you as you glared at him to shut up.

"No." Luffy shook his head, walking toward the audience to free them.

"Are you our new captors ?" The white haired man asked.

"What ?"

"Well, you're a pirate, aren't you ?"

"I'm a different kind of pirate." He smiled as Nami stared at him.

[bougiebutchbitch]

After watching GOTG 2 again I am struck by how it IS possible to kill a beloved character in a meaningful and hard-hitting way

Yondu was my favourite trashbag pirate dad. Like, it 100% made me sad to see him go, and I'm so tired of the 'death as redemption' trope that I immediately wrote a dozen fix-it fics.

But narratively? It was perfect.

It was a big character moment that brought his arc together. A guy who hid all his fear and trauma behind this act of being the biggest toughest badass around, who pretended he didn't care about anyone but himself, was finally fucking honest about his love for his son and had a really soft, touching, heartfelt moment where he was trying to comfort him while he died.

It was a horrific situation with no other way out. Yondu and Peter had to choose one of them to die, and of course Yondu chose himself, not his kid. It didn't feel contrived, or like a disservice to the characters' intelligence. There really was no other option.

It was dramatic. It was heart-rending. It felt impactful, not least because the film ended with a massive funeral where Yondu's whole adopted family (who Yondu thought he'd pushed away and who hated him forever) showed up to say goodbye.

We had Peter resolving to be a better parental figure to Groot while listening to the music Yondu left him. We had Rocket reflecting on his big 'I see you, you're me' Trauma2Trauma moment with Yondu. We had Peter telling Rocket the Guardians will always love him, even if he - like Yondu - does that Typical Abused Kid Thing and pushes the boundaries of everyone who cares for him to test when they'll snap. We had poor widower Kraglin inheriting Yondu's arrow (and absolutely sucking ass at using it, lmao). Hell, we even had Gamora and Nebula sharing that beautiful, awkward, unpracticed hug.

In short, it was so much better than A Certain Other Death, and rewatching made me grateful for how it was handled

[bluegalaxygirl]

Celestial Wedding (ZoLu X Reader) P15

Plot: Reader gets taken as revenge for Luffy and Zoro's defiance against the Celestial Dragons, they were just going to kill her to make an example but now theres a wedding????.

Warning: Bad language, PTSD, Panic attack and Making out .

Thank you to @herwritingartcowboy for the suggestion. Reader is Female and a gunslinger, Zoro X Luffy X Reader, Poly relationship, established relationship.

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With night starting to fall you, Robin, Chopper and Nami headed out onto the deck, despite the bath and shower being a little stressful you're glad you did it, with clean hair and skin plus some fresh warm clothes you feet so much better. The island was littered with people from different pirate crew while their ships lined up next to the sunny, lanterns light up the island along with several cooking station and a big bonfire, the air was filled with Music, talking and laughter warming your heart and bringing a smile to your face. "There's a lot more people than i thought" you think out loud stopping at the end of the ramp, Nami takes your hand and rubs your arm "Are you gonna be ok? We can go back if you want" her voice sounded concerned but you smile at her and shake your head "No i'm fine, i'm just really thankful" She smiles back at you but as you look around, you realize someone is missing "Has Sabo turned up yet?" you ask looking at the three who shake their heads making your smile drop, you hope Sabo's ok since he stayed behind to do stuff but your confident in that man's skills, he is Luffy's brother after all and a member of the revolutionary army. You start walking again saying hi to people on the way some of them having to be told off by Nami or Chopper for scaring you when they tried to hug you. As much as you love all the support and their help your still not happy with people outside your crew hugging you at the moment, there is one exception to that though and that is the eight girls you saved.

Rin was the first to spot you before you could even call out to them, she gasps before standing almost stumbling over her own feet "Y/N" she yells getting the other girl's attention away from some Tontatta's their sitting with around a lantern and food. The eight girls run over to you with large smiles and slight tears, as much as you want to let them crash into you for a hug you hold your hands out to stop them from doing so, luckily it seemed they had no intention of crashing into since they all stop just short of you before you can raise your arms fully. You can't help but look them over in amazement, their skin has more color in it now and their wearing warm clothes, they also seem to have more energy. "Thank you so much, for everything, we are so grateful to you and your crew" Sakura steps forward, always the leader of the small group and smiles at you before going to bow. You quickly step closer take Sakura's arms and stopping her from bowing, she looks at you in surprise but doesn't flinch at your touch "You bow to no one now, your free so please don't" You sigh hoping you didn't scare her with your sudden action but her eyes soften and a small smile appears on her face "Thank you Y/N, can i hug you?" Sakura asks but instead of answering you pull her into a hug. "I'm glad your all ok" You sigh in relief while gesturing for the others to join the hug, they jump at the opportunity but are careful when wrapping their arms around you, trying not to smother you.

The girls soon let you go and look over at your other crew mates "Thank you, Miss Nami and Miss Robin" Sakura smiles at them walking over to the two and taking their hands "And don't forget the amazing Doctor Chopper" Rin smiles wide while bending down along with Emi and Lina to start fawning over the blushing and smiling reindeer. Nami and Robin nod at the girls while squeezing Sakura's hands "It's no problem, you girls are fun to hang out with" Nami giggles, as the girls talk with your crew you watch them until something tap your shoulder. Turning around you raise your eyebrow at not seeing anyone there, panic starts to from in you hoping your nightmare hasn't followed you into the real world but then there was a small sweet voice "Down here silly" You jump a little at the voice and place your hand over your heart while gasping in surprise at the small blue Tontatta on your shoulder. "Wicca, don't scare me like that" You let out a breath trying to calm yourself down as the tiny woman rubs the back of her head "Sorry" she looks away feeling bad for scaring you but you soon relax. A buzzing sound catches your attention so you look ahead of you to see Bian flapping her wigs while one of her pink bee's fly's next to her holding none other than their Captain Leo "Hay guys, you both look amazing, how's your pirate adventure going?" you ask with a big smile while holding your cupped hands out for the two to rest on "It's going good, we've seen so much but were glad we could help you, at first we didn't think were were gonna make it in time to help" Leo smiles up at you while still sitting on the pink bee laying in your hand.

Bian pats her bee's head with a proud stance "It was quiet the fight but there's nothing my girls can't handle" You nod at them happy to have their help and to see their ok, Wicca walks down your arm to join the two in your hands as you speak "Thank you all so much, i can't tell you how happy i am to have so many people who care, I'm so glad your all ok, your all truly amazing" You tear up a bit as Wicca does the same going to hit your hand but is stopped by Leo holding her back and listing her up "Stop saying things like that, i don't wanna cry" The blue haired girl yells kicking her legs out as she tried to get out of Leo's hold "Calm down, don't hurt Y/N-land" The Captain of their crew yells out dragging her to sit on the pink bee as Bian pinches her nose and sighs "Sorry about her" You shake your head at them and let out a nervous laugh "I'm sorry I'll stop, I didn't mean to make you cry. I'll leave you guys to get back to the feast, have fun" The three nod at you before starting to fly up off your hands, yelling their goodbyes the four fly off to go back to their crew "Hay Y/n, Nami and Robin are going to stay with the girls so I'll help you find Luffy and Zoro" Chopper runs up to you and takes your hand, you can't help but laugh though at his face covered in pink and red kiss marks, bending down you wipe them away for him knowing he'll hate being laughed at by the crew for it. "Ok, Lead the way doctor Chopper" you stand keeping hold of his hand as the reindeer starts to walk.

Chopper smiles while swaying a bit at you calling him doctor but soon managed to calm himself down, it was hard to see through the large groups of people but luckily there was a path through it all so you just followed that. After a while of walking you stated to get tired and nervous, anxiety growing in your stomach making you feel sick, you couldn't find the two you wanted to be with. Chopper notices your panicked breathes and stops walking helping you sit down on a fallen log that no one is sitting on "It's ok Y/n, just breathe, we can head back to the sunny if it's too much" The doctor states in a calm voice but has to yell a little with all the singing, talking and music around you two. "N-no.. I'm sorry.. I-i just want to-" You grip your chest as it starts to hurt, you didn't know anyone around you but chopper, yes they all helped you but you had no idea who they are, you didn't feel safe, you wanted more familiar faces, you wanted Zoro and Luffy. "Y/N... Your up SUPER" Franky walks over before doing his pose making you snap out of your spiraling thoughts, Chopper looks up at Franky with a big smile happy to see the giant cyborg but the man looks down in slight shock at your teary eyes and tense body "Sorry didn't mean to scare you" He raises his hands in surrender but you shake your head starting to calm down now that someone else you know if finally around you, it's not that you didn't feel safe with chopper its just there were to many unfamiliar face compared to the one you know. "Y-you didn't scare me... I just got a bit overwhelmed" You whisper while gripping Chopper's hand that he holds out to you.

The giant cyborg nods before walking closer and kneeling down "You know what can fix everything? some fresh Cola and some loving company" His big smile and words make your eyes widen "You know where Luffy and Zoro are?" You ask scooting closer to him in hopes that he knows, with a chuckle Franky nods "Yep, i just left to go and check on Robin but I'll take you over there" Jumping up you can't help but hug the cyborg wrapping your arms around his neck making him chuckle a little more and pat your head lightly. "Thank you, Franky, thank you for everything you guys have done, I'm so grateful to have you guys in my life" You smile up at him while pulling away to see the robot rub his teary eyes with his arm, he cry's out making you hold back a laugh at his over dramatics "Oh Y/N, there's no need to thank us you brave soul" Franky cry's making Chopper smile up at him patting the robots leg in comfort, the cyborg can be so overly dramatic sometimes but you wouldn't have it any other way. He soon stops with a sniffle while wiping his eyes "How about i carry you two it'll be quicker" He offers, you wanted to say no and walk but your leg were tired and sore so you nod. He stay knelled down so its easier for you to sit on his shoulder, Chopper jumps up and sits on his other shoulder before Franky stands up and starts to walk to where Luffy and Zoro are. "Oh by the way Robin is with Sakura's group close to the Sunny" You inform hoping to make finding the black haired woman easier for your crew mate, Franky nods as his hand rests on your leg helping to keep your balanced while your on his shoulder.

That familiar laughter soon breaks through the crowd making you smile bigger than before knowing that its Luffy but as you get closer to the group your captain isn't there. Zoro, Usopp and Bartolomeo are sitting on a large blanket with pillows and empty plates littered around them but there was a big gap in the middle for some reason. "Hay Guys, Look who i found" Franky calls out with a big smile soon stopping next to the Blanket, Usopp smile at the three of you before standing but almost gets knocked back by Barto who scrambles to get up. Zoro turns to look behind him and up at the giant cyborg, his smile grows at seeing you. "Miss Y/N, i'm so glad your ok.. You just missed Mister Luffy he went to get more food, but he'll be back soon" The rooster shoots up from where he was sitting and runs over to you almost trampling over Zoro who was about to get up. You scoot back a bit on Franky's shoulder as Barto reaches up for you, He's only trying to help and probably impress your crew but your not comfortable with him touching you just yet, he's too eager and hyper, plus he doesn't know where your hurt. "Here let me help you do-" Barto smiles wide at you only for his face to get grabbed by Zoro who shoves him away. "Calm down and back off" The swordsman growls before looking up at you seeing you start to calm down from your slight panic "Do you need help?" Zoro asks as Franky kneels down letting you and Chopper off his shoulders you nod and hold out your hand which the swordsman takes while his other hand goes to your side being careful not touch the bruises he knows are there.

Usopp sighs and gets up walking over to Barto who's rubbing his head after being shoved to the ground "I did warn you" The sniper sighs before turning to Chopper who runs over to check if the roosters ok. "Thanks again Franky" You smile at the cyborg when your fully off his shoulder "It's no problem, Here, like i said before, a good cola fixes everything... I'll see you guys later" The cyborg laughs handing you a bottle of Cola before walking off, Usopp and Chopper waving him goodbye before helping Barto stand up and walk back over to the blanket. After taking the bottle you wave him off before turning to Zoro and wrap your arms around his waist finally feeling safe in his embrace, the swordsman holds you close one arm around your waist and the other running through your hair. The swordsman lightly smiles placing a kiss on your head before breathing in the smell of your freshly cleaned hair "You smell nice" The green haired man whispers making you tense up a bit as you grip onto him, those words bringing back bad memoirs that you try and push away. Zoro rubs your back trying to calm you down while mentally cursing himself for making you like this "Sorry baby.. I-i don't mean to" You relax a little after taking a few deep calming breathes, looking up at him you lean back a bit to place your free hand on his cheek not wanting him to feel the way he is. "No it's ok, you did nothing wrong. I think i'm still a little jumpy from everything thats happened today" You sigh before leaning in and placing a kiss on his cheek.

The swordsman nods as he guides you over to the blanket "Want to talk about it?" You think for a minute as Zoro helps you sit down before sitting next to you and pulling you into his side, so he can hold you "I don't want you to get angry or anything" He takes a breath at your words calming himself down before giving you a nod letting you know he won't get angry or act out. Barto goes to talk to you but Usopp is quick to place a hand over the roosters mouth knowing Zoro needs time to talk with you, Chopper sighs and shakes his head at the rooster before whispering for him to calm down. Telling Zoro lifted a lot of weight off your shoulders, he didn't think you were stupid or weak for getting scared or having a panic attack in fact he soothed you rubbing your arm and kissing your head as you drank the Cola Franky gave you, the cyborg was right a fresh Cola and come loving company fixes everything. It wasn't long until Luffy came running back with a huge plate of food, his eye light up when seeing you and without thinking he yells out your name. It makes you jump slightly but when you turn to see Luffy a big smile forms on your face as you wave at him "Luffy" You yell back seeing the captain pick up his speed while walking over but trying not to drop any of the food stacked high on the large plate. The captain places the plate down in the middle now making you realize why there was a gap in the first place "Wow Luffy, Where did you get all that?" You ask while looking the pile of food up and down now unable to see the others with how wide and tall it is.

Luffy sits down next to you as the others start to dig in "Sanji and the other cooks are making loads of stuff" The captain wraps his arms around you as you turn to him and wrap your arms around him wanting to get a hug in before he's too occupied by food. You sigh in relaxation while resting your head on Luffy's shoulder "Don't get too comfy, you should eat before i eat it all" The captain laughs as you jump in shock pushing away from him knowing he's not messing around, you may be dating but that doesn't stop him from taking your food. "Luffy, You can't eat it all again" Usopp yells peaking his head out from around the pile of food to glare at his friend but Luffy ignores him just digging into the food as you join him, Zoro wraps his arm around your waist pulling you into his side again wanting you close as he drinks. You happily sit between the two feeling a lot calmer and safer while eating. After you've had your fill you sigh in happiness only for Zoro to reach over and use his thumb to remove some food from the corner of your mouth, a small blush forms of your face as his eyes meet yours, The swordsman brings his thumb to his lips and licks the food off of it before giving you a flirty smile. Your cheeks go redder as your mouth moved trying to form words but can't even when Zoro starts to lean closer. "It tasted good... mind if i have some more?" Zoro asks brushing his lips against yours, the pounding in your chest gets louder and louder but you nod letting a small smile form as the swordsman closes the gasp placing his lips on yours.

The two really know how to make you flustered and normally you would complain but you couldn't in this moment, you felt so loved, so safe as his arm sneaks around your waist pulling you into him as his tongue licks your lower lip asking for more. Normally he wouldn't ask, but he didn't want to make you uncomfortable after everything thats happened, humming in delight you open your mouth for him letting his tongue in to meet yours as your hands run up his arms to his neck, your thumbs running across his jawline. You didn't want it to end, his touch was gentle on your injured area's but firm in your uninjured areas, its like he's studied your body knowing where he can touch you and where he can't while not even looking. Zoro pulls away first not wanting you to get breathless "My strong girl" He whispers against your lips making you smile and pull him in for a hug your hand running through his hair, thanks to nami you actually believe it now, you are strong and it's nice to know others think of you that way. Zoro holds you close to him while rubbing your back and placing kisses on your head enjoying you being back with him. His eyes soon land on Luffy who had stopped eating a little while ago his eyes fixed on the two of you, the swordsman could tell the captain was a little upset although he tried to hide it. "Lu, you want to join?" The swordsman asks holding out one of his hands managing to snap his lover out of his own head, a small smile forms on Luffy's face as he scoots closer.

Moving away from Zoro you pat the area in between you two seeing a bigger smile form on the Captains face, sitting in between the two of you Luffy wraps his arms around you both letting your heads rest on his shoulder as your arms go around his waist. You know Luffy loves to hold you both close like this, placing a kiss on your captains cheek he smiles down at you before pecking your lips while Zoro lets out a small chuckle kissing Luffy's neck a few times. A hum of satisfaction leaves the captains mouth from the feeling before turning to kiss Zoro's head, the three of you sit there enjoying each others warmth and comfort as music and talking fill the air, once in a while you would move your head into Luffy's neck either kissing it or feeling his pulse against your forehead. Zoro drink the rest of his sake before interlocking his fingers with yours that lies on Luffy's chest while kissing his captains shoulder or jawline. Luffy would lean into who ever was showing him affection at the time but if the two of you were giving him affection at the same time then he would lean his head back a bit while his arms hold you both tighter enjoying the feeling. It wasn't long before you noticed Luffy staring at you, looking up at him your eyes lock with his seeing slight sadness, unhooking your fingers from Zoro you reach up to place your hand on your captains cheek "You ok honey?" You whisper letting your thumb run under his eye, Luffy nods while placing his forehead on yours "i'm glad to have you back" He whispers back while moving his nose against yours, knowing what he wants you lean up placing your lips on his.

Before he can ask you lightly bite his lower lip, with a smile Luffy shoves his tongue into your mouth as your lips move together, letting out a hum your tongues meet moving together as his hand wonders, anxiety wells up in you as his hand gets closer to your thigh but it soon moves away making you relax knowing that he won't touch your injured leg, pulling away Luffy peaks your lips "Don't worry, i won't touch it... I'll just have to find a new favorite spot" He laughs with a small smile making your smile drop, you didn't want him to find a few favorite spot "Lu, It can still be your favorite spot. Just once its healed" Luffy's big smile comes back as he buries his head into you neck giving it loads of kisses making you laugh trying to push him away but his grip is too strong. Zoro laughs along watching as his captain attacks your neck "Thank you, Muffin" Luffy calls out before pulling away from your next letting you get your breath back, lightly hitting his chest you playfully glare at him but his expression didn't change making your eyes soften knowing how happy you've just made him. "Speaking of muffins" The captain stretches his arm out, reaching into the pile of food and pulling out a muffin, ripping it in two he hands half of it to you making your eyes widen, its very rare for him to share food. "I have to share a muffin with my muffin" Luffy laughs before biting into his half, you take the other half while kissing is cheek "I swear your sometimes worse than the cook" Zoro comments while looking away with a slight blush, you couldn't tell if it was because of what just happened or the amount of alcohol he's consumed.

Luffy pulls the swordsman back into him crashing his lips onto his lovers, a shocked hum leaves Zoro's mouth making it easy for Luffy to slip is tongue into the swordsman's mouth. You smile at the two while eating your muffin watching as Zoro starts to relax into it while seeming to try and gain control but Luffy had the upper hand. Pulling away Luffy puts his big smile back on while pressing his forehead against Zoro's "You know.. You only say that kind of thing when you want attention" Luffy's comment seemed accurate since the swordsman's face goes bright red as his eyes widen, you don't know how but your captain always seems to know these things. Unable to form words the swordsman growls before kissing the captain again burring his hand in his black hair keeping his lover close. Rolling your eyes at the flustered and needy swordsman you look over at the food pile now being able to see the other side, Usopp and Chopper are laughing and joking with each other while also messing with some food, Barto on the other hand had wide eyes and blushing cheeks while watching Luffy and Zoro make out, it made you realize that he's never seen the three of you together like this. Everyone knows about your relationship but maybe seeing it is a different some how. When he doesn't stop looking you lean closer and wave your hand in front of his face managing to snap him out of it "It's rude to stare" You giggle while sitting back, he gulps and nods keeping his eyes on you even though the swordsman and captain have now pulled away from each other trying to get their breath back.

Barto clears his throat his blush getting worse, but he scoots closer only stopping when the plate of food between you and him touches his knees "I'm sorry Miss Y/N, i didn't mean to state i-i just wanted to urm..." He takes a breath while rubbing the back of his head seeming nervous about something "I'm sorry about before, i-i didn't mean to scare you, i was out of line" The rooster looks down in shame due to his earlier actions, Luffy raises an eyebrow while looking between you and Barto "What? You ok?" The captain asks putting his arm around your waist but you nod letting him know your fine. Zoro sighs leaning back on his elbows "Yea you should be, Think next time" The swordsman grumbles but you reach over and pat his leg trying to calm the man down. " It's ok, He just tried to help me down off Franky's shoulder" You smile seeing your captain nod now knowing you weren't hurt but he still doesn't understanding why Zoro would get so frustrated over it, you turn back to Barto his eye's meeting yours "I appreciate the help but i'm still a little jumpy and some of my injuries still hurt so... Thanks for the help though" You smile at him getting the Rooster to nod with a big smile happy that you've forgiven him "Mister Zoro's right i should have thought before i acted, Is there anything i can do for you?" Barto asks cupping his hands together hoping to make it up to you and Zoro but the swordsman groans trying to ignore the rooster's attempts to please you. "No i'm good" You raise your hands up getting the man to nod and calm down a bit.

Luffy pouts a little while placing his chin on your shoulder looking up at you with slight puppy dog eyes "You could've asked him to get more meat" You can't help but laugh a little as you turn to look down at your pouting Captain "You have a whole plate of food still" His pout gets worst at your words making Barto spring up from where he was sitting "It's ok Mister Luffy, I'll get you some more" Barto panics before running off Usopp and Chopper yelling at him since he almost kicked the two over. "Bring booze" Zoro yells out after the man who weaves through the crowd of people some yelling at him because he knocked into them. "He's funny" Luffy smiles as he pulls away from your shoulder to watch the man, Usopp rubs the back of his head with a sigh "He's something" The sniper comments while letting out a breath and laying on his back to look up at the sky, Chopper nods agreeing with his friend while laying down next to him also looking up at the sky. You can't help but watch the two for a minute happy that their both ok, you can't believe just a few days ago they were fighting vice admirals and guards to help rescue you. "Thank you" You suddenly say making Usopp and Chopper raise their heads to look over at you "Thank you.. for helping me" You say again giving them a smile, the two shoot up with a big smile while rubbing the back of their heads "There's no need to thank us" Chopper sways a little while Usopp wipes his nose "You can always rely on the great Captain Usopp" You can't help but let out a small giggle at their different reactions, Luffy laughs a little to while wrapping his arm back around your waist.

[scribble-dribble-writes]

You're in the wind,

I'm in the water

From 'The Sea Circus Captain', A flash back to why and how you began spending your nights with Buggy.

Word count: 2600

Warnings: None

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"You’re very pretty.", Buggy stated as he looked up at you, exhaustion lining his eyes.

"Thank you, Captain.", you responded with a curt smile as you put away the glasses and dishes from the dinner rush. Most of the crew were spread around the deck, fast sleep in a drunken stupor. Expect for their leader.

He was here, in front of you, holding his head in his hand as he lounged by the bar table you were cleaning.

The music was a soft rhythm that you didn’t pay too much attention to it, but Buggy began to hum the tune. His eyes catching yours in an attempt to know what you were thinking. To decipher you, if you were intimidated or if you tolerated his presence.

"I like this song.", he said and it caught your attention.

"Do you?", you asked rhetorically as you wiped down the table. He shook his head.

But when your focus turned back to the task at hand, you froze. Because Buggy had reached out to grab your wrist just as it passed in front of him. His eyes, boring into yours while you tried to figure out what was going through his mind. His blue gaze was piercing and you felt the fear kneed through your skin. Pirates took what they wanted. Now you were next.

His fingers wrapped around your wrist making you drop the cloth you had and firmly he led you from behind the counter top till you were in front of him.

He moved from the stool he sat on with you in hand to the middle of the deck. The cold ocean breeze making you shiver but the uncertainty of his actions was making the anxiety in your head ring louder.

He tugged you to him till his other gloved hand rested on your waist and once secure, he swayed to the melody. You couldn’t help but look around you, to see if anyone else was witnessing this but no one did.

But somehow he got the chance to do it, when the low tide had pushed into a deep rock pool you couldn’t get yourself out off.

His touch burned your skin as you tried not to look into his eyes, because if you did he would know that you burned with hate for him. You were a freak he had found and then after his crew had set your town on fire, he had taken you to join the very group of people you didn't want to associate with.

You hated him, he had seen you in a vulnerable state, in the cove. You had never let anyone see you in that condition before, no one was allowed to glimpse the form you took when you were immersed in the water.

So know you had to grind your teeth and tolerate him. This was a usual affair. He would not approach you till it was night fall, when the crew disappeared and his ship was anchored. Almost as if his ghosts had come back to haunt him and he just needed your body warmth for a few moments to root himself to reality.

It was clear who he was to going to be to you, another man trying to own you. Mermaids were always allowed to live only based on a few conditions that indebted them to the person who helped them live on land.

He picked you up in his hands then, your tails slipping against his fingers as it gave way for your legs, his fingers sliding down your calf had left their mark, his eyes finding yours to hold your gaze for a second, as though he had found the greatest treasure there is. Another item for him to own.

It was mysterious. How he cared for your well being even when you didn’t care for him at all.

You had tried to squirm your fingers from out of his hold but it was no use. He had the authority here and you didn’t want to be thrown out. Because where could you go next?

Here you had food and a place to sleep but most importantly, you were protected. Just the mere mentioning of his name would strike fear into anyone. So you put up with his antics. His failed attempts at making conversation with you. This ring box he carried and fidgeted with as he looked out at sea. His softer tone when he was around you. The lack of his showman persona when he helped you with the tasks around the ship.

He held onto you like you were the embodiment of the sea he could never seem to give up. His eyes searching yours for something you were sure you could never reciprocate.

"Are you being treated well?", he asked as he led you into a slow dance.

"Here with the crew. Any complaints?", he added on and your gaze snapped to his. The man who could sweet talk his way into his enemie's head was struggling to hold a conversation now.

"Yes.", you said as he twirled you.

"The captain likes to whisk me away in between tasks to then hold me in silence.", you responded as he tugged you back to him when you noticed him purse his lips like he didn't have an answer.

All this was unlike him, all this was the opposite of what he portrayed himself to be. The glitter in his paint shimmered and you couldn’t deny it, the mystery in which he was shrouded called you to decode it.

And yet you couldn’t bare it, you couldn’t bear the proximity and his hushed breaths. He destroyed your town, and then played the role of a saviour. Now as he moved towards the railing, you could break yourself away from this entanglement. One small shove and he would fall into the sea with you, where you can then disappear and he will be defeated.

But it was the soft tone, almost broken way he said, “I have a proposition for you.”, the made you pause your plans.

“What is it?”, you indulged his statement.

“I cannot speak about it here.”, he shifted his gaze to the place around him as though he was paranoid that stars will listen.

“Come to my quarters.”, he said and you jerked your hand away from his. But he held on tight.

“I will not.”, you contested to which he furrowed his brows.

"As your Captain, I order you to. It's for a brief discussion.", he seemed restless as he spoke through his teeth.

“Why not?”, he looked shocked, to which you grew silent holding his gaze.

"Discussion.", you mumbled under your breath as you laughed sarcastically.

“I know what your discussions are about. I’m not some entertainment you can have your fill of for the night.”, you seethed at him as you lowered your voice, leaning forward to see the exact moment his face shattered.

"Is that what you think of me?”, he asked softly in disbelief and it struck you, leaving your speechless.

“I truly just wish to speak to you.”, he said letting go of your hand and you pursed your lips watching him wait on your answer even as he tried to disguise his hurt.

So you followed him as he walked away to his quarters. He paused in front of his door to catch a glimpse of you before he opened the door, when you entered his personal space astonished you even further. It didn’t have much in it, a desk littered with papers and maps. A vanity case by the corner that held his face paint and costumes and to the other end, a bed that looked like he had never slept in it. He closed the door behind him as he moved to his desk, fishing out a map.

His eye skimmed the page with desire, with a hunger you had never seen before and when he turned to you, the hunger with which he looked at the map transferred to you and for a second you reveled in it. He wanted someone to share his thoughts with, he was scheming and he needed an trusted apprentice.

"I need a spy, one that can get here.", he pointed to a spot hidden between a group of islands.

"The passage way between these islands are too small for my ship to get through and I don’t have enough information to attack it yet. My crew never do well with undercover work but you have the skill for it." he spoke waving his hand towards your legs and your words struck out before you could stop them.

"You didn’t have a tough time burning down my town you knew nothing about.", you said and his eyes snapped to yours.

He hummed, his tone frustrated and annoyed.

"The more you speak, the more I value your insight about me.", he stated mournfully as though he hated himself more for never being able accept the truth.

"Why did you do it?", you pressed on when he tried to change the subject.

"I didn’t", he snapped as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Now, about the islands.", he shifted the topic instantly as he pushed aside his irritance and you edged closer to his table.

"It was a freak accident, the land was too dry and some stupid fool’s cigarette that wasn't put out had caused enough of a spark to turn it into a flame that became a raging fire and everyday I question why I couldn’t just leave you behind there to perish. When I’ve let so many to die before, and everyday I see the hate in your eyes and I don’t know what to do about it. It feels like the perfect way to torture me for having done something good for once in my life.", he barked at you and you grew silent, the hate in you simmering down to think of the very likely possibility of what he was saying, in your desire to make him the villain you never considered an alternate possibility.

"Can you do it or not?", he didn’t look at you, while you couldn’t stop taking in his features. He looked new for the first time.

"I don’t know how to fight, let alone how to be an undercover agent", you stuttered.

"I’ll teach you the skills you need, can you swim through there?", he pointed to a location and looking at the map, you were sure you could get in.

“Yes.”, you told him and he gave you a curt nod, to then immediately step away from you as he rolled up his map. His eyes never once coming back to find yours as he ruffled near his shelf with his back turned to you.

"Is that all?", you asked, feeling the guilt of your accusations on him, judging him the same way everyone had.

"Yes", he said and you couldn’t help but linger, taking in his quarters that no one else was allowed into.

He didn’t turn to you, and you felt stupid as you stood there so you turned to leave.

Two steps.

One step. You wished he would strike up a conversation again.

Almost at the door.

“No, there is one more request.”, he said quietly and you stopped.

Not an order, a request.

You turned to see him and he moved to his vanity case, setting aside his hat as he pulled away his bandana. He looked at himself in the mirror and you saw the very same hate in your eyes, reflect in his. He looked haunted. You took in his disheveled appearance. It was rare, he wore his glamorous armour so well you didn’t notice the cracks.

His hair was pinned up tight but a few strands fell forward as he dipped his head, not being able to take his own reflection, he inhaled deeply as he opened a drawer to fish for a couple gold coins.

“I have been unable to sleep. And it has gotten to a point I cannot keep my head straight.”, he turned to you as he sat at the edge of the table.

“I lose control of my body, I cannot strategize or think and my soul craves for company.”, he said plainly.

"This might be more difficult of a mission than sending you off to be a spy but..", he drawled before he held out the coins towards you.

"I’ll pay you for your time every night, just hold me for a while and sing me to sleep. Nothing more.", he looked like he was unraveling. Will to give you money because he noticed every time you had looked at him like he was a monster.

"Your songs, your voice. It’s makes me feel a peace I had never known.", he caught your gaze as he said with reverence.

You couldn’t believe it. You were certain he was going to demand different things but this. This broke your heart, along with your accusations.

His outstretched hand holding the coins, the slight shiver in them. His eyes looking at you almost as if he was begging you to help him.

You edged closer to him. His gaze watching your every step, unbelief taking over his features.

You pushed away his outstretched hand and his coins. He raised his brows. This was new to you too, a few seconds ago you wouldn’t have ever done this. But now, his confession and nobility, it was a opportunity to see who he truly was.

You stood in-between his legs as you gently reached for his empty hand. You pulled away his glove and heard his soft gasp. Sliding your fingers into his palm, you experimented how his hand felts against yours.

It felt good. His calloused fingers holding onto yours like you were a cure. His eyes focused on how your fingers intertwined. You pushed away his coins from the other hand but he beat you to it, as he brought his finger close to his mouth and using his front teeth, pulled away his glove. His eyes desperate. His dark circles peeking through from beneath the paint on his skin. You snaked your arm around his torso and softly engulfed him in a hug. He sighed the moment he held you. His chin resting on your shoulder, his stubble scratching your skin. He slumped in your arms and it almost felt like you were rescuing a drowning sailor, to swim with him towards the surface so he could breathe again.

You felt his hands wrap around yours and it struck you, that it wasn’t only him who needed this. You did too. You held him tight, like he was your anchor for these next few minutes. His heart beating in sync with yours, his deep breaths easing him with every second.

“Do you have a song you liked?”, you asked quietly and his answer was quick.

“The one you sing looking out to the waves.”, he mumbled. His lips touching your skin at the base of your neck where he had rested his head.

You rubbed his back lost in thought, for how different you both were, your longing was the same. For a home.

“Ah, the song of the separated lovers.”, you told him and you felt his fingers play with the end of your braid as he breathed in your scent, as though he was getting ready to slip off into his dreams.

The ballad goes in such a way that the sea gods grew jealous of a mortal couple's true love that in their boredom, they struck the woman to turn part fish while they cursed the man to make the sea his deathbed. To separate the two of them from being two halves that were one to now be scattered, one exiled to be on land while the other in the water. To spend their lives trying to find each other again.

You began to sing the song as you held him, his weight growing heavier as a sign that he was beginning to relax. You swung his arm on your shoulder and helped him tumble into bed, his hands however taking you with him. He was asleep by the end of it, his quiet breathing, his eyes closed shut with his eyelashes fanned out on his cheek.

The most dangerous man on the seas, now lying here lost in a dreamscape.

His paint across his lips were smudged that you were sure if you touched his lips, you’ll leave behind evidence for him to find.

You thought it was best you left, but when you moved he stirred. So you settled next to him, somehow for the first time ever not feeling torn apart and alone. This was manageable, you both needed company.

You wanted to see the bluish green on his eyes, when a thought passed.

This will just be you singing him to sleep and nothing else. You turned to face his sleeping form, he was resting so peacefully.

Nothing else.

Would he ever dream of you?

He was a man cursed by the sea and you were a woman cursed with fins, was he searching for you when he looked out to the waves?

He wouldn’t know, if you slept next to him or if you put your hand over him. He had you held tight next to him it wasn’t like you were going anywhere either. You placed your head near his chest, his shirt smelling of cinnamon and spice. You’ll be gone before he wakes up, he didn’t have to know you were the same. Longing for love and alone.

He didn’t have to know.

But with the way his fingers held you tight, with the way he sensed that gaping hole in your heart.

He knew.

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Thirty minutes and 9 paragraphs into an excited list of alternatives to Spotify's monopoly re: music, videos, podcasts, audiobooks, for weenies like me who are nervous about pirating, and my app crashes.

Well now I'm on a laptop and I swear to god if this crashes too I'm calling it a conspiracy.

LEGAL ALTERNATIVES TO SPOTIFY:

Music: There are virtually limitless options here. Buy music directly from the musicians/band! If they don't sell mp3s directly from their site, they almost certainly have CDs for sale, so buy those and rip the mp3s to your computer (if your computer doesn't have a CD slot, you can buy an external one for fairly cheap). Go to a new/used music store, they still exist!, and buy albums there. Buy old albums from ebay! Go to goodwill or other thrift stores and browse there collection of cast-off music for cheap, you never know what you'll find. Hell, browse their cheap vinyl if you prefer their sound and get a vinyl-to-MP3 conversion device if you like. They even have conversion devices for cassette tapes, if you find a treasure that was only ever released on tape. Once upon a time I would have said Bandcamp for MP3 or even physical albums (I once upon a time got an AUTOGRAPHED TO MY NAME CD of Lauren Ruth Ward's Well Hell album), but they recently union busted and a lot of artists pulled their stuff from them. I don't really know anything about 7Digital's business practices, but they are another seller of MP3 music, as well as MP4, FLAC, and WAV.

Music DEVICES: If you just want to manage everything on one device, your phone, get the free VLC app! It's open source and is absolutely wonderful. I only ever used it for music, but it's capable of much more than I realized, and it's open source and ad-free! And the audio files are tiny, even when I was running out of room on my sixteen gig old phone, I still had a substantial music library on it before before I got a dedicated music player.

Which brings me to my next point: MP3 PLAYERS STILL EXIST! I own two! My first one is a twenty-dollar SanDisk Clip Jam (an established and sturdy brand), my current is a thirty-dollar Phinistec Z6 (that just came out of nowhere it seems). Each have their pros and cons, and there are so so so many options out there. Some are smart, some don't even have wifi (neither of mine do). Some have expandable card slots for even more music. Some are extremely basic, some have a plethora of features. Some are cheap but still decent in sound, some are high-end for that true audiophile experience. Some have touch screens, some have buttons, some have no screens at all. Some only use wired earphones, some only use bluetooth, some (like the Z6) can use both! There are so many brands out there even in Twenty Twenty-four. Even the random brands cropping up online are some really good shit, and I bought both of mine used bc I have concerns about the lithium industry. Oh, and some are regular battery powered. And you don't need iTunes or anything, I just use the basic Windows Media Player to rip my CDs or put mp3s music on my player. In fact I've been avoiding Apple players because I'm worried they'd brick older devices, especially ones with wifi. But there are so many options out there, it's impossible to name them all.

Audiobooks: YOU DON'T HAVE TO USE AUDIBLE! Libro.fm has a similar business model (an optional subscription fee with a free credit every month, or the option to buy book without a subscription for a little bit extra price), and you can direct the profits to the indie bookseller of your choice! I have mine set to go to Baltimore's anarcho-feminist bookstore, Red Emma's. How to listen to the audiobooks you buy? Libro has an app you can listen to directly from! AND they have the option to directly download from the site (meaning no program you have to install) the book in non-proprietary mp3/mp4 files so you can listen to it on any device that can use those files! THAT INCLUDES MP3 PLAYERS! Almost every music player on the market now not only plays audiobooks, but has sections on the device specifically for them! Some, like the Clip Jam, are even proprietary audible-compatible if you still use or already have books there (check audible's site, and you'll have to go thru a registration process). I was listening to audiobooks on both my CJ and the Z6 (the Z6 doesn't have a section for them, but still played them), but I recently bought an e-ink/e-paper (meaning no backlit LED screen causing eye strain or insomnia) ereader, a Pocketbook Touch HD 3, and that is mp3/mp4 capable for audiobooks, and is easier to maneuver books with since it's meant for books. ALSO: the library apps Hoopla and Libby also have audiobooks you can listen to via phone or computer/browser, depending on your library's catalog. Some ereaders can even have the apps for them, and if they have audiocapabilities you can use the ereader for that too.

Podcasts: There are so many apps for this. I have Podcast Addict (I don't remember off the top of my head if it's on apple, I use android, but there are still so many apps). Literally I only had to sacrifice one podcast when I stopped using spotify, PodcastAddict has everything else I've ever listened to or want to listen to in the future. You can download them for offline use on your phone, and, you guessed it, MOST MP3 PLAYERS HAVE PODCAST SECTIONS TOO. MINE DO! There are still ads at the beginning and end, but I usually skip over them without care.

Video: This one is a bit trickier as YouTube is also a monopoly, but what I do is just watch yt on my phone's Firefox browser with UBlock Origins adblocker installed. Sometimes yt gets into a hissy fit with adblocker, but UBlock usually gets ahead pretty quickly thus far. And if in the periods Origins is losing, I just find something else to do. I'm sure someone else has recommendations for videos, they're just not a big part of my life right now.

Anyway, don't let the horrid beast that is spotify monopoloize the audio industry OR your time! There are options, and even if you're not a luddite like me that hates having everything on my smartphone bc I'm worried about privacy or companies yoinking their stuff off my devices via wifi (like Amazon did once with their copies of, of all things, Nineteen Eighty-four about a decade ago) at the whim of corporations. You HAVE OPTIONS! YOU HAVE THE POWER TO CONTROL YOUR MEDIA AND REJECT MONOPOLIES!

[yujo-nishimura]

The Escape - Part 42 - FIN

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12 - Part 13 - Part 14 - Part 15 - Part 16 - Part 17 - Part 18 - Part 19 - Part 20 - Part 21 - Part 22 - Part 23 - Part 24 - Part 25 - Part 26 - Part 27 - Part 28 - Part 29 - Part 30 - Part 31 - Part 32 - Part 33 - Part 34 - Part 35 - Part 36 - Part 37 - Part 38 - Part 39 - Part 40 - Part 41

Warning: Buggy x fem reader, not proof-read - I am not so happy with the last chapters of this story, but I will still share it with you guys, since you all have kept on reading until now. Thanks. <3

That is the final part, thank you all for reading and sticking around - you are all amazing!

As you stand by the ship's railing, gazing out at the vast expanse of the open sea, a familiar presence interrupts your solitude. Cabaji, holding a glass of wine, joins you, extending a toast with a forgiving smile.

"So, he took on the Straw Hats all by himself?" Cabaji inquires, a hint of amusement and disbelief tinting his voice.

"Absolutely!" you respond, affirming the tale with a smile. You recognize Cabaji as Buggy's trusted right-hand man, probably aware of all the happenings on the ship and beyond.

"I'm glad you're back, Y/n. After Crocodile took you, our Captain was a shadow of his former self. He tried to act nonchalant, as if he had struck a perfect deal, but we all knew the truth. He was suffering from your absence," Cabaji confides, his words laced with genuine concern.

You fall silent, taking a sip of your wine, contemplating Cabaji's admission. The weight of trust and the challenges it poses hang heavy in the air.

"It's difficult to regain trust once it's been broken," you finally respond, your gaze meeting Cabaji's eyes, acknowledging the shared understanding.

"It is indeed," Cabaji agrees, his expression mirroring your sentiment. "And Captain Buggy will likely dedicate the rest of his pirate life to earning back your trust. And probably even try to find the One Piece just for you..” 

A mixture of emotions swirl within you—apprehension, hope, and the lingering pain of past betrayals. Yet, as you stand there, the sea breeze caressing your face, you feel just relief. You had part of your life under control again. You would not let go of this now. 

The two of you stand there, united in your understanding, silently sharing the weight of the journey that lies ahead. The open sea stretches out before you as you silently nip on your wine.

Back at the festivities, music fills the air, carried by the skilled hands and nimble fingers of crew members who have mastered a variety of instruments. The rhythmic melodies entice even the most reserved to sway and dance, their steps guided by the infectious energy of the moment.

As the night progresses, the ship becomes a haven of joy and camaraderie, a sanctuary where burdens are momentarily set aside. Laughter and song intertwine, creating a symphony of celebration that resonates deep within the hearts of those in attendance.

As the night sky blankets the ship in a comforting darkness, Buggy approaches you, taking your hand and sets aside his own and your glass of wine. “Follow me..!”, he whispers and then leads you to a secluded corner, away from prying eyes and the lively festivities that continue to resonate throughout the vessel. Here, in the hushed embrace of solitude, he gently pushes you against the wall of the ship. 

The air is heavy with anticipation as Buggy's hand delicately grazes yours, his touch sending a shiver of warmth down your spine. His gaze, filled with a mix of adoration and vulnerability, seeks solace in the depths of your eyes.

With a tender yet nervous smile, Buggy takes a step closer, closing the distance between you. His voice, barely above a whisper, carries a weight of sincerity as he speaks:

"Y/n, I can't deny the depth of my feelings for you," he murmurs, his voice laced with a mixture of longing and vulnerability. "Every moment we spent apart made me realize just how much you mean to me. You are the anchor that keeps me grounded amidst the chaos of the pirate's life."

You smile: “I hope I am not the kind of anchor that drags you down…”

He laughs gently and shakes his head. “No, never..” 

A gentle breeze rustles through the sails above, intertwining with the beating of your hearts. The world around you seems to fade into insignificance as Buggy's words resonate in the stillness of the night.

"I've made mistakes in the past, hurt you in ways I can never undo," Buggy continues, his voice tinged with remorse. "But I want you to know that I am committed to changing, to becoming the partner you deserve. Loving you is not a burden or a game to me. It is a privilege, an honor that I cherish with every fiber of my being."

His words hang in the air, suspended between you like a fragile bridge. Yet, there is an undeniable sincerity, a raw vulnerability that emanates from Buggy's every word and gesture. This is the first time he has spoken to you like this. You don't even blame the alcohol tonight. You realize it is simply because he had lost you once and was afraid of never being able to meet you again. 

And then, with a trembling yet determined resolve, Buggy leans in, closing the remaining space between you. The world around you fades into obscurity as his lips meet yours, a tender and passionate kiss that speaks volumes of his love and devotion.

In that stolen moment, time stands still, encapsulating the depth of your connection. The weight of his words and the tenderness of his touch affirm the sincerity of his confession. He hasn't been this gentle with you before. You enjoy every second of this new, kind Captain Buggy. 

“So, shall we go to my cabin now and continue with what we had to interrupt earlier? I think no one will notice now when we are gone…” 

As the whispered invitation lingers in the air, Buggy's eyes meet yours, a hint of desire flickering within them. The playful banter between you continues, charged with a mix of anticipation and mutual consent.

A mischievous smile dances upon your lips as you respond, teasingly pushing yourself against his chest. "Take me, but this time it's on my terms. No more decisions against my will," you whisper, the words filled with playful defiance.

Buggy's expression softens, a glimmer of understanding shining in his eyes. "Whatever you wish for," he replies, his voice carrying a hint of reverence.

In a sudden flourish of movement, Buggy detaches his arms, placing them strategically under your knees and behind your back. With a gentle push, he guides you to fall into his waiting embrace, capturing you securely against his chest. Laughter bubbles forth from your lips, knowing full well that he would never allow you to stumble or falter.

As Buggy reattaches his arms, he holds you close, swiftly carrying you towards his cabin. The ship's corridors become a blur as you surrender to the exhilaration of the moment, the rhythm of his steps in perfect synchrony with the pounding of your hearts.

At the threshold of his cabin, Buggy pauses, his hand resting on the doorknob. He turns to face you, a mixture of vulnerability and strength in his gaze. "Last chance to turn back, to live a different life," he murmurs, his voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty.

You meet his gaze, your eyes filled with a newfound sense of liberation and determination. 

"No, Buggy. Today is the first time I truly feel free.” 

[black-arcana]

CLÉMENTINE DELAUNEY Talks How 'Pirate Metal' Has Changed Course Of VISIONS OF ATLANTIS's Career

By David E. Gehlke

"Pirate metal" officially became a thing in 1987 when Germany's RUNNING WILD ditched their JUDAS PRIEST-styled denim and leather for a wardrobe that would have made Blackbeard and Calico Jack flash a toothless grin in appreciation. The Germans proceeded to take it pretty far on European shores, becoming a regular headliner on the small-to-mid-sized venue circuit and one of Noise Records' best-selling bands. Scotland's ALESTORM and New Jersey's SWASHBUCKLE notwithstanding, Austria's VISIONS OF ATLANTIS is the first band since RUNNING WILD to give pirate metal some legitimacy, a fact highlighted on their upstart new studio album, "Pirates II - Armada".

VISIONS OF ATLANTIS is not a new band (they formed in 2000),but the pirate angle has breathed new life into a career that previously found them occasionally drifting toward the dreaded center of the crowded female-fronted symphonic metal scene. After finding their inner buccaneer and entrusting male vocalist Michele Guaitoli with songwriting duties, VISIONS OF ATLANTIS have come into their own, something female vocalist Clémentine Delauney was happy to share with BLABBERMOUTH.NET.

Blabbermouth: What has the embrace of pirate themes done for VISIONS OF ATLANTIS's career? It's not like you're dipping your toes in the water — it's become a full-on thing.

Clémentine: "It has completely changed our mindset. It has given us a direction. We now have the coordinates on our compass; we know where we're going and what we stand for. Being a pirate, sure, you can look at it like, 'They're doing the Jack Sparrow thing!' meaning that pirates are fun. Oh, 'They're a gimmick band now.' You can look at it that way and it's totally fine. But for us, pirates and the way we present pirates, our version of pirates, is way more complex and we're dealing with the idea of freedom. Freedom in the world we're living in. Freedom to be ourselves. Freedom from our own demons. So, it has a very deep meaning. It's very much related to who we are as individuals in the band. Therefore, it's enabling us to be who we truly want to be, even as people. We decided to be pirates as musicians. We decided to be ourselves in a magnified, romanticized way if I can say it like that. It's touching us very much on a very personal level. It gives us a real direction, a real identity and something to strive for, something to look up to. It has totally inspired a new approach to writing music and lyrics, to find our messages."

Blabbermouth: You are in a very crowded field of bands. The pirate theme has definitely given you an identity, which is invaluable these days.

Clémentine: "This is what happens when you try to be unique and follow your gut and create a world that is absolutely yours. Of course, we're not the only pirate band out there, but the way we are designing our pirate world and the fact it's not entirely accurate and we implement a little bit of magic here and there and blend these historical characters with fantasy and a mix of genres, we've created our own thing. When you do that as an artist, you stand out because suddenly, you stop being in a trend or anything. You're just being yourself. It's what artists consciously or unconsciously try to do — they try to be unique."

Blabbermouth: Are you a RUNNING WILD fan?

Clémentine: "Yeah, of course. I'm not a fan musically speaking, but I respect them very much for what they've done. They have a lot of catchy songs."

Blabbermouth: Was there a quick transition into the "Pirates II" record? Were there songs left over from "Pirates"?

Clémentine: "No. The thing is, our main songwriter is Michele, the male singer. He became our songwriter and 'Pirates II' is completely his music. There are no songs that come from someone else or our producer. This time, 'Pirates' is 100 percent Michele. The thing is, he's constantly having music come to mind. I'd like to say he's a jukebox. He's continually having new tunes and new songs in his mind. As soon as we have a little time at home, he's putting himself in front of the computer and laying down the basic ideas for all these songs. For 'Pirates I', there were songs that were written at the last minute. We wrote a lot during Covid. That was slowing the process down because you have to send files around to everyone. That was not the easiest. We didn't write more songs for 'Pirates I' than those that ended up on the record, but if a song didn't make it for 'Pirates I', they didn't make it for 'Pirates II'. We always want to raise the bar and improve. We always want to make it better than last time. We've learned from our experiences. We've grown as musicians. Michele has been practicing guitar even more after 'Pirates I'. He was starting to riff harder and going, 'I can play that! I can make a song out of it.' I said, 'Go for it. We're a metal band.' That's why we have heavier songs on 'Pirates II' because he's getting better. His creative flow is perpetual and continuous. Even though 'Pirates II' had way more songs than we needed—it's not like we were struggling to finish the record. This was a nice luxury to have, like, 'We have 16 songs and we have to get down to 12. How do we choose?' That was the hardest part. It was, 'We love all these songs. How do we create the best tracklist?' The songs have to be good individually, but a record is a combination of songs and the journey you take the listener through when you start with that song and end with that one. We had to create a nice story, a nice adventure for the listener with the tracklisting. Yeah, in the end, he had more songs and Napalm Records always likes to make special editions. For the special edition, we had bonus tracks. We had more than what we needed. So, no, there were no songs left over from 'Pirates I' that made it to 'Pirates II'."

Blabbermouth: There's a good balance between more direct songs and epic songs like "The Dead Of The Sea" and "Where The Sky And Ocean Blend".

Clémentine: "'The Dead Of The Sea' is Michele and my favorite song on the record. We've been fighting to have that as the single because even though it's ten minutes long, as a single, it works. We have other strong songs that will be singles. That was a complicated decision—which single to have for this record? In my opinion, on the record, it could be a single. But, the thing is, we're a symphonic metal band at our core. This is the music we love making because we love movie scores and cinema. We have a journey in our head, a movie in our head when we write music and lyrics. We're happy to have those catchy songs and to-the-point songs like 'Armada' and 'Monster', but a record just with those kinds of songs would feel a little too easy. We love to write to let ourselves be free and explore what the songs are about. We sit down and write songs like 'The Dead Of The Sea', and we allow it to unfurl. We allow it to be taken to other places and be developed. We feel like there is more we can say and more we can write out of what is shaping under our eyes and ears. Sometimes, you don't want to cut it down. Sometimes, we're like, 'The song is already four minutes long. It doesn't matter because I feel like we can go this way and can open this part to another part afterward.' These are the songs—and because we're a symphonic metal band—we love that style and allow ourselves to have long songs where it's no longer about being catchy. We're creating a story. It's a short story, and we take the listener deep into a topic and ask questions. Maybe the song answers it or brings up even more questions. It's beautiful to let music be. It doesn't have to be radio friendly. This is also what metal is about. Metal didn't care about the centers of radio or mainstream like you have the first chorus after one minute. Fuck it! [Laughs] We love these songs because they also reflect the core of who we are as musicians, where we can express deeper emotions and a deeper state of the mind and soul because of the topics we're touching."

Blabbermouth: It's always nice to have a handful of compact, three, four-minute songs, but the longer, more "epic" tracks can usually make or break an album.

Clémentine: "Yeah, of course. That's what VISIONS OF ATLANTIS have been about for so long. We're showing that you can be consistent and deliver good music no matter the format. If it's a single and it's very catchy where you can capture the best riffs and melody in three minutes, that's great. If you're able to make a real, long journey of a seven-minute song where you keep that quality and intensity and you let the music be, and in VISIONS, we'd never be able to do just three-minute or seven-minute-long songs. We do both. Live, it creates such a dynamic."

Blabbermouth: This is your fourth record with VISIONS OF ATLANTIS. Has it been easier than expected to settle into an established band?

Clémentine: "It's been an amazing journey. It's been a journey of, I would say, self-revelation. It's the moment when we're writing songs from the heart of VISIONS OF ATLANTIS where I am able to express myself as a singer and songwriter and lyricist. Suddenly, I'm part of the core of the essence of the birth of the music. From the first drafts of the songs, because I can work so easily with Michele now, we developed a lot of the songs together. From the first moments, I can already have a picture of what I want to say and where I want to take the story or which situation, and it feels very fulfilling to feel part of the birth of a song from scratch. I've never been able to do it with [previous albums] 'The Deep & The Dark' and 'Wanderers'. The songs were written by our producer back then. It was, 'This is the song and sing it.' I had to write lyrics, which was great, but the music was already written and not in my voice. Michele wants my voice to shine. He pays attention to the fact that I need to be comfortable and I can showcase my power because our band knows I give power to the songs. If I am constantly uncomfortable about my vocals, like, 'Is this in my range? Is this the right key?' then I'm not going to deliver what I'm capable of. With Michele and since 'Pirates', it's been great for me. There are songs on 'Pirates II' that I feel are how I intended the songs to sound when I hear my words and voice. I've been able to achieve over a hundred percent of my potential as a singer. I feel accomplished as a singer working this way. I feel like that journey from the 'The Deep & The Dark' to now has been a journey of creating music that is more and more fulfilling for me as an artist and as a singer."

Blabbermouth: Is it okay to go out on a limb and wonder whether VISIONS OF ATLANTIS can reach the same point AMON AMARTH has with its Viking stage setups? Is that a goal?

Clémentine: [Laughs] "I'm dreaming huge probably because the first artists I looked up to were Michael Jackson and Madonna, who are examples of dreaming the biggest ever. My absolute dream is that we end up playing stages that are big enough to host everything with a pirate-based production where every song has its own environment and universe. It wouldn't become a theatrical show but a mixture of what a musical, metal show and cinema could be. It would be something that would be a multi-dimensional experience for the fans. They come into the venue and forget about their problems and they're attending a powerful, immersive experience. That would be the absolute dream."

[breathing-the-same-air]

For this week I'll be mentally at the end of season 2 after Ed and Stede reunited...

Warning: fanfic ahead. No real facts from the actual episode/teaser. Just my heart bleeding for them and needing some hope💔

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*Stede is standing on the deck of the Revenge in the evening, after an eventful day. Ed slowly approaches him*

Ed: 'I'm sorry. Maybe I did... Panick. Just a bit. I think. *Pauses for a moment, looking at the sea* ... But nothing that happened that night was a mistake.'

Stede: 'No, look, I'm sorry. You did ask me to take things slow. I just... Almost lost you, again, and I...'

Ed: 'I know. It's okay. I mean... I wanted it too. It kinda... Liked it, also. Quite a lot, if I'm honest.'

Stede *smiles*: 'So, what about your new fisherman's life?'

Ed: 'oh, shut up. Couldn't catch a fish in a million years'

Stede: 'Perhaps we could... *leans closer, still smiling* Learn together. Go live in a hut by the sea, just the two of us. Learn how to fish. Take the time to.... Take things slow and figure it out together.'

*Ed just stares at the ocean… not looking at him*

Stede: 'So, what do you say?'

Ed: 'You don't have to say that to make me happy, you know. You were right... That fish was... Whatever. And you love your pirate life, just look at how good you are at it. *Sighs* I don't think there's room for me in that life. I just... I'm sorry, Stede. But I can't come back to that.'

Stede *holds out a hand to touch Ed's*: 'Hey. I don't... I don't fucking care about a 'pirate's life'.' *Ed raises his eyebrows in mild amazement at the word* 'I was so lost. I was so sad. In my life as a married man. Then I left it all behind, looking for something new... And I thought it was just that, becoming a pirate, my dream of a lifetime! What I didn't know is... That what I had been searching for all along was you.' *Ed slightly turns his head to look at him. There is the light of tears in his eyes* 'I don't care where we go or how we live. I just want to do it with you. I want to be with you... For the rest of my life. If you want it too.'

*Ed is actually crying right now and not even trying to hide it. He smiles sadly as he cups Stede's face with his hand and looks at him adoringly for a long time, as if looking at a miracle he doesn't think he deserves, then kisses him slowly, softly, and Stede doesn't push for more this time, just follows his pace lovingly. Ed moves away, just enough to look at him in the eyes, and he looks absolutely scared and sad and hopeful at the same time*

Ed *in a whisper*: 'I love you, Stede Bonnet'

Stede *smiles, with tears in his eyes too*: 'I love you too, Edward Teach'

They kiss again and the scene zooms out and we see the sea behind them and the ship grows smaller.

Lights go out and next thing we know we are on the Revenge, the crew happily singing as they clean the deck. Their Captain, Izzy, also sings with them. Then he smiles up at the sky and at a seagull that's passing by.

The camera follows the seagull as it flies until it reaches an island, deserted except for a small hut close to the water and under the trees. It's such a beautiful place. The hut looks so nice it seems like a proper house. Kitchen, bathroom, a nice bed, and a big collection of books. We go out of the house and to a small boat that's sailing in the calm water of the sea. Behind the boat the sun is setting, lighting up the clouds with a wonderful orange and pink, and the birds fly up high, and the water is so welcoming and safe here. Soft music in the background, the same of their first kiss.

Then the sun goes down in a moment, like that instant when it seems it's been swallowed up by the water, and the Moon shily appears in the now slightly starry sky.

In the boat sit Ed and Stede, smiling at each other. Ed holds out his hand in between them and Stede takes it.

And here it is, the end, Ed and Stede on a boat with the Moon watching over them.

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Except it's really not the end. There's so much more to explore in season 3, when after some years they did manage to figure things out together and someone from the Revenge crew comes to their island almost drowning, desperately asking for help. And they come back into action, except it's different now, as they both have grown and know who they want to be. As they both have the mission to spread kindness among pirates because as Stede always says, we should just talk things through as a crew. And there is so much softness and love in all the broken people who have chosen to undertake this path. We'll get fun adventures, somehow less dangerous this time, and two people who are now in a mature relationship and finally at their best individually.

[emberfrostlovesloki]

Miss Haley Hotchner [Hotch x Reader]

Photo credits: Left (@happyheidi) Center (@ssamorganhotchner) Right (Press Coffee via their website)

Prompt: How the reader comes to have a friendship with Haley because of their shared interest in house plants.  

Pairing: Hotch x gender-neutral reader. The reader uses they/them pronouns. 

Category: Fluff and domesticity. 

Word Count: 7.2K

Content Warnings: Brief mention of a case and unsub (kidnapping), mention of Aaron's abuse (beatings).

A/N: Good evening, loves! Today I give you a soft little domestic piece. I can imagine supporting you in your hobbies and passions, and this is just indulging in that fantasy. Full transparency the plant person in my family is my sister, not me, so if I get some stuff wrong about the plants, sorry. Here is another odd tie-in to Aaron. My sister was also in a production of Pirates of Penzance in the summer, so I’m familiar with the musical now. The song “Major General “ is very impressive. Even being in the chorus would be hard. I’ll link a video of it below the story. That’s what I’ve got. If you like the story, likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! I hope you have a great rest of your week! Love Levi - ❤️ 

P.S. The gang wanted some domestic Hotch yesterday, so I'm tagging y'all. I hope this helps: @hotchs-big-hands @sleeperwillow

List with all stories

_y/n_ = your name 

_y/f/c_ = your favorite color 

_s/o/c_’s = strands or curls 

_y/f/c/d_ = your favorite coffee drink

_y/n_moved down the bustling street toward the upscale coffee shop. _y/n_ had half begged Aaron that morning to have him come with them in a voice that was laced more with sleep than wakefulness. _y/n_ had sleepily shifted their weight on top of his hips, straddling his body, hand pressing close to his chest. _y/n_ kissed his cheek and neck sloppily with half-closed eyes. Aaron had hummed gently, the sound rumbled in his chest and reverberated through _y/n_’s body. Hotch moved his head to the side and up a little to give her better access to his skin. While _y/n_ kissed him, his hands made their way to _y/n_'s lower back and the other to their left shoulder blade. Hotch put some pressure on these areas, warming them, as he stroked over the warm skin covered by the thin layer of their _y/f/c_ sleeping shirt. After a moment of his soft intimacy, Aaron spoke, saying, “It’s not going to work, _y/n_. I can’t go with you.” _y/n_ pulled back and pouted. They leaned down and kissed his warm lips before pulling back, now more awake after having spent some time against their lover. _y/n_ smiled and asked, “Why can’t you come with me? Just because you have a black thumb doesn’t mean you’ll kill anyone else’s plant.” Aaron chuckled; he knew that wasn’t fully true, but that wasn’t the reason why he couldn’t accompany _y/n_, and Aaron replied, “No it’s not my inability to keep a plant alive, it’s that Jack is coming over and we have soccer in…” Aaron turned his head to look at the clock on the nearby nightstand, he turned back to looking at _y/n_ and finished his sentence with, “two hours.” At hearing this, _y/n_ smiled and placed their head on his chest. Brushing their cheek against the dark hairs growing there. When their head came to rest on his breastbone, Aaron moved his left hand up the nape of _y/n_’s neck and into the base of _y/n_’s hair. He combed through the _s/o/c_’s in a repetitive motion. Sometimes Hotch thought of _y/n_ like a very affectionate cat. The way _y/n_ loved physical intimacy. Not just sexual intimacy, which they also enjoyed very much together, but there was a desire to just be close to Aaron that he hadn’t experienced in years. The last time he had been this open with his body with someone had been in high school with Haley. Back then, he had been seeking comfort for slightly different reasons.

Given the physical abuse he endured during his childhood, the near-daily beatings had left him vulnerable. Weary of touch. Any type of touch, not just intimate touch. When he had seen Haley for the first time, and they had shook hands, it was the first time he had welcomed someone to interact with his body in years. He had come to crave that feeling for her, and the fact that Aaron was so able to give and receive physical touch and intimacy with _y/n_ now was a testament to the healing and growth he had done over the years. _y/n_ never overdid it. They knew he had his limits, and that he could become a bit overwhelmed. It was their mutual understanding of the other that had made their relationship work. That and the fact that they were very open in their communication. If Hotch or _y/n_ did something that upset the other, they took the time to talk it out. Sometimes they had to take a break if the argument was bigger and more personal, but those tiffs were rare, and they managed to compromise. Sometimes, they even found those arguments had strengthened their relationship. Aaron was pulled back to the present as _y/n_ said, “I’m sorry I forgot Jack was coming. Maybe I can go next month, I haven’t seen Jack in what feels like a while.” Aaron moved up and kissed the tip of _y/n_’s nose and replied, “You don’t have to darling. I know you’ve been looking forward to this plant swap for a long time. And, you saw Jack last week, remember? We picked him up and dropped him off at Haley’s.” _y/n_ made a small, disappointed sound. Aaron wrapped his arms around them and said, “Plus, I don’t blame you for not remembering. Haley called me late last night asking if I could watch him. You were already half asleep. Like you are now.” He said the last point in a joking manner. At this point, _y/n_ was fully awake. One of Aaron’s favorite things to do was tease them that they were always tired. They were often yawning at home, but never in the office or field. Also in a teasing manner, _y/n_ picked up one of the pillows near the head of the bed. They gently hit Hotch on the chest, while he used his hands to block the blow. As _y/n_ raised their hands again, Aaron captured their wrists and used his legs and knees to strongly hold _y/n_’s waist. He rolled to his side then so that he was now on top of _y/n_ straddling their body.

The pillow fight was suddenly forgotten as he leaned down and captured _y/n_’s mouth with his own. Aaron intensified the kiss and when they moved apart for air, _y/n_ let out a small gasp. They said, “No fair using your strength against me like that, A.” Aaron smiled, eyes twinkling with a playful desire. Hotch shifted his weight back so his upper thighs were resting against his calves and ankles. _y/n_ moved their arms up to support them. One hand held their weight and the other moved to stroke down their love’s sharp jaw. Hotch said, “I think you should go to your thing. You should have your own hobbies and interests. It’s good for you. And you can always see Jack after practice. Haley asked for us to watch him until 2:00 p.m.” _y/n_ smiled and said, “Okay. I’ll go. But if I have a good time then I am dragging you to it next month. I think you’ll like this coffee shop no matter if plants are involved or not.” Aaron gave _y/n_ one more quick kiss and said, “Of course, love. That’s a promise.”  

         _y/n_ wiggled out from Aaron’s body and he looked at them with affection as they put on pants and moved to the bathroom to get ready for the day. Hotch also got out of bed and moved to the kitchen to get some kind of breakfast and coffee started. After they had eaten, _y/n_ moved to get dressed and grab their bag. They and Aaron had had the “‘Let’s move in together talk together,’ but they were waiting for _y/n_’s lease to end and for Aaron to figure out one legally technical thing on his lease, so even though they spent most nights together at either’s space, they still technically lived separately. One of the things that _y/n_ hadn’t moved over to his place yet was their small house plant collection. It was small now, consisting of only five easy-to-care-for plants. Thus, they were going to need to make a pit stop at their place about a half hour away to pick up their propagation and the Pothos they were hoping to trade with the other plant enthusiasts at the swap. When _y/n_ had everything gathered, they moved and kissed Aaron and asked, “Should I meet you and Jack back here, or did you have plans after practice?” Aaron thought for a moment and said, “Jack’s been asking to go out to pizza recently, so I’ll ask him if he wants to do that today. I’ll text you what he decides.” _y/n_ smiled, nodded, and replied, “Alright, well I look forward to it.” Aaron nodded and stepped forward. He pushed the strap of their shoulder bag back up onto their shoulder, as it had started moving down their arm. He leaned down and kissed the top of _y/n_’s forehead, saying, “Drive safe please.” _y/n_ nodded and as Aaron opened the door for them _y/n_ said “I will. I always do.” 

And that was why _y/n_ was walking to the coffee shop that was hosting its monthly plant swap. _y/n_ had parked down the street given it was a busy part of the city. Ss _y/n_ stepped inside the shop, the interior was perfect for plant people as it looked like a mini greenhouse or even smaller arboretum. The walls and ceilings of glass allowed the soft light of the sun in. _y/n_ set their small plant offerings on one of the shared tables next to a man who had much more impressive plants on show. _y/n_ hoped that there was someone as novice as them at growing plants. _y/n_ wasn’t ready for misters or grow light yet. Right now growing and maintaining the little indoor garden that they didn’t want to think about much more commitment than watering and opening the blinds for an hour or so in the morning. _y/n_ moved to the counter and ordered a _y/f/c/d_. _y/n_ moved back to wait for their order. They took the time to look over the room and see the rest of those holding plants, many of the people here for the swap were already chatting, clearly knowing each other already. _y/n_ didn’t mind this. They were new to the community, only having joined one Facebook group for plant owners in Virginia,  and a Discord server about the care and maintenance of house plants in the North where the sun was less intense and the winters made it hard to keep certain plants alive. When _y/n_’s name was called, they moved to the counter. Just as they got their drink, the doorbell rang and _y/n_ looked over and their eyes went wide. Haley was walking through the door with a bag that appeared to have three plants inside. From the small tips of the growing material that could be seen from the lip of the bag, Haley’s plants were far more impressive than theirs. Haley looked over to the place where you ordered your drinks. As she did this, her eyes met _y/n_’s and Mrs. Hotchner’s eyes similarly went wide. Slightly awkwardly, _y/n_ raised their hand and gave a tentative smile. Haley mimicked their hand movement but didn’t smile per se. Even if Aaron’s ex-wife didn’t smile, there was a soft kindness in Haley’s eyes, and that set _y/n_ at ease. _y/n_ moved back to her spot at the table. It was a few minutes before someone more their speed entered the coffee shop. The woman had bright auburn hair. She wore a long skirt, a gold star belt, and a sleeveless top. The young free spirit was so magnetic that _y/n_ was intrigued. The woman was so different from the stiff shirts that _y/n_ experienced at the bureau that they wanted to just say hello to this person, even if she didn’t have any plants they wanted. 

_y/n_ waited for the woman to get her drink and get settled on one of the communal tables. _y/n_ was very excited to see the woman pull out a healthy-looking snake plant. Internally _y/n_ punched the air, ‘Perfect,’ they thought! This was exactly their speed. _y/n_ grabbed their plant offerings and moved to sit across from the woman. The auburn-haired individual smiled, as _y/n_ sat down and said, “Hi!” The woman’s face was radiant. _y/n_ genuinely smiled back and said, “Hello. I’m so glad to see someone with plants that aren’t over a hundred dollars.” The woman nodded and said, “Tell me about it. You’re the first person to come here who has something I feel comfortable trading with. Are you new to the area? I’m Willow by the way.” _y/n_ extended their hand and said, “_y/n_, _y/l/n_, and to answer your question, I’ve lived here for a few years. I’m just new to the plant world per se.” Willow nodded and replied, “Well welcome. You’ll find most people here are unproblematic. Would you like to swap either a plant or a propagation I’d trade my Chinese Money plant for your Pothos. I don’t have one with those colors yet. It’s very pretty.” _y/n_ thought about it and then agreed to trade their plant for the Chinese Money plant. Willow asked, “So how did you hear about this meet-up? I’m in public relations and I’m always interested in how people come together around a shared hobby.” _y/n_ replied, “Well I got into plants when a friend gave me a pencil cactus as a gift. I really wanted to keep it alive because they were moving across the country for a new job. I had to do research and I found the community. Once my Google search results found out I was into plants now, things started popping up on all my social media, including this plant swap. I was a lurker for a long time, to be honest. It was my partner that encouraged me to finally come today.” Willow smiled at her and said, “We love a supportive partner. Go them. My poor girlfriend keeps half begging me to stop coming here given our house is now overrun with her cats and my plants. Space is at a premium.” _y/n_ giggled at Willow's statement and said, “Thankfully I’m not that deep into the hobby yet, but I know what you mean.” The pair talked for a while longer. Once Willow had finished her matcha latte, she stood and shook _y/n_’s hand saying, I hope to see you again next month! It was a pleasure meeting you.” They smiled back and replied, “Same here, Willow. Thanks for being so nice to me?” The woman flushed just a bit and then moved out of the shop. 

Once Willow was out of the room, _y/n_ felt the hairs on the back of her neck prickled. Like someone was looking at them. _y/n_ had felt this on and off during the twenty-minute conversation they had with Willow. _y/n_ turned her gaze to where they knew Haley was sitting. Haley couldn’t turn her gaze away fast enough for _y/n_ not to catch her staring. Haley blushed a bit, embarrassed for being caught. _y/n_ looked at her phone. It was still only 9:30 p.m. Jack’s practice would have just started fifteen minutes ago. It would go for another two hours. _y/n_ decided to sit and have another drink. She could do that and still catch the last hour or so of the team’s drills and practice game. _y/n_ remembered Aaron’s comments in the morning that they deserved rest and hobbies, even if that was just enjoying a high-quality latte and people-watching. Also, something about Haley being here made them want to stay. Not that _y/n_ was trying to snoop or pry into Aaron’s ex-wife’s life. It was more like a desire to share this space with her. _y/n_ and Haley’s relationship was little. _y/n_ felt that they knew more about Haley than Haley did about them. Given that Aaron was an open communicator, he had detailed their relationship; its rise and eventual fall. What Haley knew about them was unknown. Of course, she knew that they were a part of the BAU. Perhaps because they and Aaron had gotten into a relationship it had felt like rubbing salt in a wound. _y/n_ hoped it wasn’t that way. They and Aaron had both waited a respectful time before they had admitted their feelings for each other. It had all been very proper, per Hotch’s standards as a boss and a gentleman. Being here with Haley felt like a good first step. Even if they didn’t speak at all.

         As _y/n_ sat and watched the ebb and flow of traffic into the coffee shop, they watched as deals and trades were made with some normal and some exotic plants alike. It was a peaceful environment. However, now and then _y/n_ would look over to Haley. Haley was continually looking at her phone and the door. There was a slight look of concern on her face. After another few minutes, _y/n_ couldn’t take it anymore. _y/n_ stood and moved to sit next to Haley, no matter how uncomfortable or awkward the conversation was going to be. _y/n_ couldn’t let this person whom they were close to through Aaron be in distress, even if it seemed minor. Haley looked up at _y/n_ as they sat. She let out a small exhale. _y/n_ looked over Haley once more, the strained look was still there, and they said, “Mrs… Hotchner…” As soon as the title came out, they mentally face-palmed, thinking they should have thought about what to call Aaron’s ex before coming over. However, the words were out there, and they couldn’t take them back. So _y/n_ swallowed and continued, “I couldn’t help but notice you seem upset. Is everything okay? I know you asked Aaron to have Jack last night. Are you alright?” Given the nature of the job, _y/n_’s mind could go to bad places quickly. Partners and even ex-partners of FBI agents could become targets for bad people easily. At their comment, Haley gave a small, almost sad smile as she said, “You profilers man. Nothing escapes you, does it?” _y/n_ didn’t know how to respond to the rhetorical question. Thankfully, Haley filled in the silence, saying, “It’s nothing serious really. I’m waiting for this guy, Richard. He’s kind of a big deal in the plant world. I’ve been courting him on and off for months to come down and swap a small false bird of paradise propagation with me. He finally relented last night, thus the need for Aaron to look after Jack.” There was more to Haley’s words than she was letting on. Her use of the word, “court,” plus the need for her son to be absent at this meeting felt a bit clandestine. If there were romantic intentions, _y/n_ wasn’t going to bring it up. They had no right to comment. After all, they were romantically involved with her ex-husband. After another second, the door clinked open and Haley looked up anticipatorily. Her face lightened. It was clear that ‘Richard’ was with them now. In a moment of almost teenage girlhood insecurity, Haley asked _y/n_, “How do I look?” _y/n_ smiled and replied, “Stunning.” They weren’t lying. _y/n_ could see why Aaron had been attracted to Ms. Haley Hotchner nee Brooks. There was a small smudge of lipgloss just out of the lines of her mouth. _y/n_ pointed it out to her, and Haley said, “Thanks, _y/n_. You’re a lifesaver.” _y/n_ just smiled and moved out of their seat to give the two space. They didn’t stick around after that. It was one thing to be in the same room with Haley, it was another to crash a potential date of hers. It would be like Haley sitting on one of _y/n_’s and Aaron’s date night. The thought made them cringe.

         As _y/n_ drove toward the park where Jack practiced soccer at every other weekend, they reflected on how funny it was that both they and Haley had this shared interest. When _y/n_ had revealed to Aaron that they had a small plant collection, he had asked, “Are you being serious?” For a second _y/n_ thought there might be a serious issue with this. They wondered if Hotch had some rare allergy to house plants or something bizarre like that. However, Aaron had clarified that Haley had also kept houseplants as well. This was when he had also revealed his black thumb to them. Similarly, even though _y/n_ wasn’t hardcore into theaters and musicals, they had friends who were, so they were obliged to know at least three musical lyrics at a time depending on the mood of their good old high school friends. So when Aaron had revealed that he met Haley because of a production of Pirates of Penzance, _y/n_ had naturally said, “Oh Gilbert and Sullivan. That’s cool!” Hotch had been dumbfounded. He’d never, in his life heard of the musical before, and here was _y/n_ with an apparent deep knowledge of the old opera. _y/n_ had reassured him quickly that they hadn’t stalked his early years or anything, just perhaps knew more about the musical and opera scene than most. They had teased him anytime he brought up his musical inability. They would say, “Hey, you were pirate number four, and I’m sure the best pirate number four that ever was. That meant you sang in the chorus of “Major General.” That can’t be easy.” Aaron had blushed at his and said, “Well, I mouthed most of the words, to be honest, and I almost dropped Haley twice during rehearsal and one performance night.” His admission had _y/n_ in stitches on the couch. It was a fond memory for them both. As more good memories flashed before _y/n_ as they drove, they were grateful for having such a kind and loving partner as Aaron.

         When they arrived at the field, _y/n_ sat on the small stands watching the team practice. They kept a special eye on Jack. Aaron had inadvertently made his way to the field and was helping the other middle-aged dad correct and help lead the team. _y/n_ had suggested that he should make it a permanent thing. Talk to the other dad, but Hotch had said he wanted to wait. If Jack showed a serious interest, he would pitch the idea to Greg, the man who was the ‘official’ coach. Aaron didn’t want to pressure his son into a passion or sport unless he wanted to play. He wasn’t going to force Jack to do anything, unlike his father had done with him. Hotch was highly considering it. It would be fun and give his life some stability. It would also mean more built-in quality time with Jack, which in his book, was never going to be a bad thing. Ever. Aaron’s eyes caught movement nearby, and he saw _y/n_ move to a seat on the small bleachers paralleling either side of the field. He smiled at them, and _y/n_ beamed back, giving a small wave as a means of “Hello there, mister.” Hotch tore his eyes away from his love to look at Jack who made a goal. Aaron punched the air and said, “Let’s go, Buddy! That was amazing.” The practice finished; the trio moved to get pizza at a nearby spot. The food was greasy and filling, and _y/n_ asked Jack how he was doing at school and home. Aaron watched as they listened intently to what his son was saying. Like Jack’s commentary was the most important thing in the world to them. When all the slices were consumed, Aaron having helped Jack finish off the crusts of his son’s slice, they all piled into the cars. By this point, it was time for Jack to be taken back to Haley’s. Aaron coordinated with _y/n_ and they agreed to meet back at his place. He would drop off his son, and they would put their new plant at their place before heading back to his apartment. They would decide what they wanted to do with the rest of their afternoon from there.

         An hour or so later, they reconvened at his. They sat on his couch as some random Bowie album played in the background. Aaron kissed the top of _y/n_’s head asking, “So what do you want to do before tonight?” That evening, they had agreed to meet up with Rossi, Derek, and Emily at some new spot for cocktails. That wasn’t until 8:30 p.m., so they still had a few hours to themselves. _y/n_ suggested a small walk around the neighborhood. They loved to look at the architecture of the older buildings in his area. The trees that lined the drives. Those trees were slowly changing color from bright greens to burnt oranges. It was a stark contrast to the brutalist concrete architecture of their own apartment. Block of cinder on blocks of cinder. It certainly wasn’t the main reason they wanted to move in with Aaron, but it was a small one. The aesthetics of his part of town had drawn them in. They knew they had romanticized the area, but how couldn’t they, given the inhabitant at the center of their world? The pair moved outside and onto the drive. Hotch pulled them close. He wrapped an arm around their waist, providing a small intimate touch, as they walked down the street. _y/n_ leaned their head against his side and said, “You’d never believe who I saw at the plant swap today.” Hotch thought about it as they continued to walk. He hedged a guess, saying, “Let’s see. How about Rossi?” There was a pause, and he amended his statement, saying, “No Morgan. It was Morag for sure!” _y/n_ laughed. The throaty sound warmed him from the inside. After a beat, they said, “It was Haley, actually.” This had Aaron stop for a second. He looked down at _y/n_ and he said, “Really?” _y/n_ nodded and said, “Yeah.” Hotch composed himself and he guided them forward again. A lot of thoughts ran through his mind. He finally asked, “Did she seem okay?” Aaron kept up with Haley as much as he thought was respectful. Of course, Jack brought her up often in conversation, and he listened with rapt attention, but other than that, he tried to give her space. It only felt right that he let her build her own life again. That was what she had wanted when she had left him, and he respected that. After a moment, _y/n_ replied, “She seems happy. She was waiting for some bigwig plant person. You never told me she was that good with plants. I’m sure she thought my offerings were a bit pathetic after seeing what she had.” Hotch squeezed their side. It didn’t pass him by that they hadn’t mentioned the gender of the “bigwig,” but he wasn’t going to ask for his ex’s privacy. It wasn’t any of his business anymore. He did, however, address _y/n_’s second comment, saying, “Well, Haley is particular, I’ll say that, but not in a bad way. I’m sure she wouldn’t judge you for trying something new. I bet she was happy to see you.” At this, _y/n_ flushed. It made them feel good to still hear Aaron support his ex-partner. If there had been a resentment between them, Aaron at least had let it go. And given how Haley had reacted that morning to seeing them, it seemed that Haley perhaps felt the same. It was refreshing to see people who had separated still be kind to each other. It meant that love that had faded didn’t mean that that love hadn’t existed. It had been real and that was okay to acknowledge and feel. Sometimes it felt like society and media pushed that love had to be this pulsating, living passionate thing. But often, love moved into hibernation, or it slowed and puttered out. Like a candle blown out by a shaky breath. The flame would fight for life for a moment before being snuffed out. That in a way, was a comfort. Not that _y/n_ saw that happening with them, but it ever did, it was nice to know that he would never slander or bad mouth them behind their back. That had happened to them before, and it wasn’t pleasant. Not at all. They continued to walk and enjoyed this small time together.

         Next month _y/n_ returned to the plant swap. As adamant as Aaron had been about joining her next time, Hotch had been called away from a special lawyer consult. It was yet to be seen if the team would need to join him. Because of the possibility of a new case, _y/n_ was going to enjoy their Saturday while they could. _y/n_ moved back to the now-familiar coffee shop. When they entered, they spotted Willow, and someone they assumed was Willow’s girlfriend. _y/n_ moved closer to her new friends. Willow smiled and introduced their girlfriend to them. The trio chatted for a while. Willow asked, “Hey, I thought you said you were bringing your partner this month. Is everything okay with you two? _y/n_ smiled at their friend’s consideration and good memory. They had said that they were bringing Aaron this month. _y/n_ replied, “We’re all good. Thanks for asking. He got pulled out of town for a work thing. It’s tragic really. Next month for I’m bringing him for sure.” After this, _y/n_ and Willow found some other folks at the meet-up to swap their wares with. As _y/n_ finished her exchange with a young college student horticulturist, the door opened, and Haley entered the room with Jack attached to her hip. The young boy noticed _y/n_ and said her name and waved. _y/n_ waved back and Haley moved toward them. The blond-haired woman sat across from _y/n_ and said, “Hey _y/n_. Could you watch Jack while I get our drinks?’ _y/n_ smiled and nodded, saying, “Yeah of course.” Haley leaned down to be on eye level with her son and asked, “Do you still want hot chocolate?” Jack nodded enthusiastically. Haley softly said, “Okay. I’ll be right back. _y/n_ is going to look after you while I get us some drinks.” _y/n_ asked Jack how his week had been, and the child tiptoed over to her from his seat and climbed onto their lap. _y/n_ smiled down at him as he detailed his last week of school, the new cartoons he had watched, and how his mom let him have pizza, twice because he felt sick on Monday. As Haley returned, they hoped Jack's choice to sit on her lap didn’t make the older woman uncomfortable., but Haley had a small hint of warmth on her face as she made her way back to the table and set Jack’s hot chocolate in front of him. Haley said, “I ordered it at a kid's temp, so he’s good to drink it right now.” _y/n_ nodded, thankful for the clarification. In his quiet, pleading voice, Jack asked, “Is there whipped cream?” _y/n_ looked over to Haley again and she nodded yes. They smiled and with one hand opened the lid of the cup so Jack could get to the whipped cream before it melted into the chocolaty drink. As the young boy was focused solely on his drink, _y/n_ looked at Haley and asked, “So, Mrs. Hotchner, how was it with Richard? Did you get the plant you wanted?” Haley smiled and said, “_y/n_ there’s no need to be so polite. Please just call me Haley. Being called Aaron’s last name is awkward and I know you feel it too.” _y/n_ flushed but nodded, saying, “Alright, Haley.” In being able to use her first name without it being awkward. There was a soft relief in that. 

Haley ended up answering their question saying that Richard had been lovely and that she had gotten the rare propagation she wanted. The woman didn’t go into further detail about the man, but she didn’t need to. _y/n_ could tell from her tone and facial features that there was an attraction between Haley and Richard. _y/n_ was happy for her. They hoped Haley could find someone that would complement her and her life goals. After a moment of silence, Haley asked something she had wondered for a while. She still missed Aaron some nights even though she knew it was for the best for both of them to not be together, but this one small innocuous element of her ex-husband and she asked, “Does Aaron still do that thing where he’s asleep but sleep talking like he’s having a real conversation?” _y/n_’s eyes went wide and they chuckled softly saying, “Yes. Oh my gosh, all the time. He totally thinks he’s having some deep philosophical conversation too. Like, he’s so serious about it.” Hearing this made Haley laugh too and she said, “And he’s just saying random words and phrases. If that. Sometimes it's just those little sounds.” Both adults laughed again, and _y/n_ felt warmed that they could talk like this. That they were forming their own bond. Now that they had opened this channel of conversation, _y/n_ said, “You’ll never believe what he did last week.” Haley easily said, “He killed one of your plants, didn’t he?” _y/n_ not expecting her to guess so quickly and correctly, started to say, “He…” They but themself off as _y/n_ realized that she had answered correctly. _y/n_ said, “Yes actually. How did you know?” Haley smiled and said, “Oh can I tell you about the plants he’s killed of mine? I swear you leave that man alone for a day heck, even a long afternoon, you need to expect a casualty of war. I used to drag him to the plant store and make him buy a replacement plant with his card. Not that our money was separated back then, but it made me feel better. You should have him do that for you too. He’ll pretend that he hates it, but secretly he enjoys it a lot.” There was a short silence after they both chuckled. Jack moved from _y/n_’s lap and back to his mom's. Haley grasped him gently and asked, “Where is he by the way? I guess I thought he might come with you this month.” _y/n_ smiled and said, “He meant to, but a half-case, half-lawyer thing came up in Wyoming. The team’s still waiting to see if we’re going to be called in.” Hearing this, Haley sighed and said, “The job never stops, does it.” _y/n_ nodded in agreement and then the blonde-haired woman said, “You should call him. Let me tell him off for killing your plant.” _y/n_ flushed and stuttered slightly. If Haley wasn’t being so open and friendly they might have thought that she was trying to get Aaron back, but they knew that wasn’t the case. Haley had well and truly moved on from Hotch. _y/n_ thought, ‘What the hell. Why not.” _y/n_ pulled her phone from their back pocket and pulled up speed dial. Aaron answered on the second ring. He didn’t sound tired exactly. Really he just sounded bored. He said, “Hey, honey, what’s up? Is everything okay?” _y/n_ flushed slightly and asked, “Are you busy right? Are you in a meeting? It’s nothing bad, I promise.” There was a pause and Hotch replied, “No, I just got out of one though. This is reminding me of why I left law all over again.” _y/n_ chuckled again and said, “Well I have something to distract you with. Someone wants to talk to you.” _y/n_ handed the phone to Haley. 

Haley took the phone and said, “Hey, Aaron. When you get back from your thing I think you should take _y/n_ to the plant store and get her a replacement. Maybe even a nicer one than the one you managed to kill.” _y/n_ was holding back laughter at Haley’s mock angry tone. In the large corporate law office in Wyoming. Hearing Haley’s voice on the line teasing him was not what he had expected. His brain started trying to pull pieces together, Like where and how _y/n_ and Haley would be together. Why they would be together. His head was still full of legalese it took him a second longer than normal. Finally, he realized it was the weekend of the plant swap, and that _y/n_ had told him Haley had been there last time. He felt warmed from the inside that _y/n_ and Haley had started to bond. It made him feel good. He had rather forgotten that his ex-wife had chastised him. Finally, he came back to his brain and said, “Um…” He stopped himself from saying “Honey,” and continued, “...Haley. I’ll do that. I did apologize, and in my defense, I did everything _y/n_ told me to.” Haley laughed on the other end and was about to say something else but Jack could hear his dad’s voice and asked quietly on the other end, “Is that Daddy?” At hearing Jack, Aaron’s heart pushed in his chest. It felt like honey was being poured over an already sweet orange slice. Aaron had to clear his throat a bit and asked, “Is Jack there? Could you, could you put him on Facetime?” There was a soft shuffling sound and Hotch moved down the hall and moved into an empty meeting room in the law firm. The lights automatically flickered on when he entered the room. The green icon for Facetime flashed and he pressed the allow button. The phone was mostly centered on Jack’s face as Haley held the phone in front of him. Jack was sitting in Haley’s lap and Aaron beamed. He said, “Hey buddy, how are you?” Jack smiled and replied, “Hi Dad. I’m good. Mommy and _y/n_ are here. They got me hot chocolate.” Hotch feigned surprise, like this, was the biggest news in the world, saying, “Really! How was it?” Jack put up five fingers and said, “So good.” Aaron felt incredibly grateful that he hadn’t been in a meeting when _y/n_ had called. Seeing Jack was going to make this whole consult better. He looked at his watch for a second. He was going to need to head back to speak with yet another tax compliance team. Because of this, he said, “Hey, Jack can you have Mom give the phone back to _y/n_? It was so nice seeing you and I’ll call you near bedtime to say goodnight if I’m not busy, okay?” Jack smiled and softly said, “Okay” as Haley handed _y/n_’s phone back to them. _y/n_ gently got up and moved outside to speak with Aaron. They put in headphones in case he needed to say anything about his current job. They spoke for a minute or two and Aaron then said, “I love you so much _y/n_. I’ll keep you updated on the goings on here.” _y/n_ smiled and said, “Love you too, Aaron. Be safe and talk soon.” With that, they ended the call. 

Three days later Aaron came back and the team was whole again. The team went on another case shortly after he got back. It was in Connecticut. It was a kidnapper taking the elderly and holding them for ransom. The unsub had been truly unspectacular. Not that anyone on the team ever wanted a hard case, but in contrast to some of the brain-boggling monsters the team found, the man was just a man. Disturbed and deranged. This kind of case left a different kind of taste in the team's mouths. It reminded them that normal people could be evil as well. It didn’t sit lightly on the shoulders. When the team got back home everyone tried to settle and accept what they had seen. _y/n_ and Aaron had taken a day apart, she needed to water and care for her plants after all. The next day they came over to his place, and they were spending a lazy day together. Aaron had gone on a run while _y/n_ biked beside him in the park and Aaron was taking a shower to rid him of his sweat. While he was washing off, his phone rang. _y/n_ looked at the caller ID and it was Haley. They didn’t answer for him in case it was something private. The call ended and shortly after their own phone rang. It was Haley again. As _y/n_ and Aaron had started dating, Haley had given them her number in case anything came up with Jack and Hotch didn’t answer his phone. After the second plant swap, _y/n_ and Haley had started texting on and off about plants or memes about plants. _y/n_ answered the phone, hoping nothing was wrong with Jack. As _y/n_ answered, they said, “Hey, Haley. What’s up?” The woman let out a breath and said, “I wanted to invite you and Aaron over tomorrow afternoon. My sister Jess is visiting and she hasn’t seen Aaron in a while, and I think you and her will get on well. Also, Jack wants you both here too. We were thinking of getting pizza delivered and watching a movie with Jack?” _y/n_ beamed and said, “That sounds so nice. We don’t have anything planned for tomorrow. I check with Aaron after he gets out of the shower. He or I will call you back once we know.” Haley nodded and said, “Sounds good. I hope you can make it.” A few minutes later Aaron padded out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair still ruggled and dripping. _y/n_ filled him in on the offer and he readily agreed. _y/n_ called Haley back and confirmed and she asked about any allergies that _y/n_ had and they filled her in on their dietary needs. 

The next afternoon Aaron and _y/n_ made it over to Haley’s apartment.  _y/n_ met Jess and they shook hands and started connecting immediately. Aaron gave Haley a hug and picked Jack up into his arms. As _y/n_ and Jess started talking about niche topics Aaron looked over to Haley as if saying, “What have you unleashed here?” And his ex-wife gave a little snort. The pizza arrived and Aaron paid for it. He found Haley alone as everyone grabbed a few slices and moved to the living room to pick a kid's movie to watch. As Aaron got a slice of cheese, he softly said, “Thanks for doing this.” Haley nodded and said, “I’m happy too. It felt right. _y/n_ is good for you.” Hotch blushed and didn’t give a direct reply; he just smiled as they both moved to the couch. Haley was at the far end of the couch, Jess and Jack were in the middle, and _y/n_ and Aaron were on the other end. As the opening credits and happy music of the movie started everyone quieted. Halfway through the film, the paper plates were piled on the coffee table. Jack was asleep, and _y/n_ had their hand on his shoulder. They rested their head on his broad shoulder. They weren’t really paying attention to the film, just enjoying being her like this. Aaron looked over those seated on the couch, he thought about what Haley had said about it feeling right. And in the moment it did. It did feel right. He closed his eyes, rested the top of his head on theirs, and just let things be.

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"Major General" From the Pirates of Penzance (p.s.) The song gets kinda assault-y at the beginning, but the main song is impressive).

[ikkaku-of-heart]

Vampire Ball starter for @naviculariis

Ikkaku’s brow furrowed as she looked in the mirror. Not at the dress – the red and black satin gown looked gorgeous, especially with the corset bodice emphasizing her curves and lifting her bosom nicely. It made her inner princess swoon a bit, especially with the elaborate ruby choker she’d been gifted to go with it.

But even with all the glitz and glamor, she knew something was off about all of this. For one, she didn’t get invited to fancy parties, nor presented beautiful gowns by an anonymous benefactor. For two, the host, a man who had introduced himself as Maquis Aamon, claimed to have been an old friend of her grandfather. Tomasu Buranku had been a smuggler from the Golden Age of Piracy, but few remembered him or his alias, “Ghostlight.” Even fewer knew or cared that Ikkaku was his granddaughter.

Naturally, the Heart Pirates’ engineer was both suspicious and curious. Gramps did have some strange friends from his career, from a giant sea turtle to Whitebeard himself. So, it wasn’t completely unbelievable that the Marquis knew him. If he was a friend, then Ikkaku had nothing to fear, and she relished the rare chance to hear about Gramps’ heyday.

And if he was an enemy, Ikkaku would gladly take the bastard down herself to ensure no one could threaten the Light Keeper’s well-earned retirement.

“Miss? The party has started,” said a pale maid, peeking into the room. “The Marquis hopes the dress and jewelry are to your liking?”

“Yeah, it’s great!” Ikkaku replied, putting the finishing touches on her red lipstick to hide the way she subtly pocketed the gold earrings she’d been gifted. They were lovely, but she felt much more comfortable wearing her grandmother’s silver earrings instead. Silver was a protective metal on Joras, and if this guy was someone dangerous, she’d rather have every advantage possible. She didn’t have her captain or crew backing her up this time, after all. She doubted the mismatched jewelry would even be noticed since her thick curls covered her ears and draped across her shoulders.

Following the maid out to the grand hall, dark eyes widened in awe at the splendor she was suddenly surrounded by. Handsome men in fine suits mingled and waltzed with beautiful ladies in gorgeous gowns. Crystal chandeliers and golden candelabras illuminated the massive room in a way that gave everything an ethereal glow. Servants wove throughout the crowd with gold trays with crystal goblets full of red wine. The music from the chamber orchestra serenaded the guests, and Ikkaku found herself swaying unconsciously to the tempo.

It was a marvelous display, but the glances she received from a few of the closer partygoers made her shiver. Whether it was her gut warning her of danger or simply telling her she was being judged by people who knew she wasn't the type to attend fancy balls, she wasn’t sure yet. At least when she turned to meet their gazes, she received polite smiles rather than mocking laughter or glares.

Ok, Ikkaku thought to herself as she offered a nervous grin in return, cautiously making her way through the crowd, enemy territory or not, I'm out of my depth. I just hope I won't stand out too much in this crowd. The drinks had better be good, too.

[teecupangel]

Consider:

Not a specific story idea or pitch. An overarching umbrella idea with a common set of rules, like Yew Branches.

Desmond Miles has come unstuck from reality.

Of course, there are many versions of Desmond Miles, and many have ended up on other worlds, in other stories. AO3 can attest to that, you can attest to that. The Eye makes such a handy button for throwing Desmond headlong at the barrier between realities until he breaks through somewhere interesting.

What unites this Desmond, these Desmonds, all under one theme, is that he doesn't travel alone. Whether he ends up in Westeros, in deep space, flying dragons in a war with France or trying to take down the Shinra corporation, he always arrives with a companion.

A *small* companion. One might even say, a toddler-sized companion. Because they are, in fact, toddlers.

ie, imagine that whenever and wherever you try to cross Desmond over somewhere after the Eye, he ends up with one or more other characters from the AC canon as toddlers dragged along in his wake.

Rules for the companions:

- They always start out somewhere in the age range of 2-5

- only people who at some point handled a piece of Eden can be companions

- They don't start out remembering their entire first life, but gradually remember it as they grow older, at about the age they experienced it. ex, Ezio would remember the hangings when he's 17. But once they reach the age where they first made contact with a piece of Eden, they remember the rest of their former life all at once.

- Desmond instinctually pings as "safe" to them, even if they have no idea who he is

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But yeah I don't have a specific story idea I'm throwing your way

I was just sitting here thinking man

it would be really interesting if in all the various let's crossover Desmond with other properties fic

he wasn't alone

and then I thought, I know, let's make him responsible for small children he has a pre established emotional attachment to in dangerous environments

that will be fun for everyone

If you add in ‘pre-established emotional attachment’ then we’d be cutting off any character after the Desmond saga. Although…

To be completely honest, Desmond would be dumb enough to form an attachment to a random baby he finds next to him because of his own sucky upbringing and you did specify that this could have crossovers so just imagine (on the top of my head)…

Desmond taking care of a very curious and prone to wandering around baby Altaïr while trying to wonder where the hell all these weirdass creatures are coming from? Oh… and apparently there’s this dude who has this weirdass dagger that can control time for a bit but Desmond and Altaïr are immune to it? “Also… who the hell just calls themselves ‘Prince’? Do you not have a name?! Altaïr, don’t touch tha-! Ah, crap.”

Really, really, reeeaaaallllly out there idea: So Ezio’s voice actor also voices Sonic in most games… how about Desmond and Ezio being stranded in one of the Sonic games and Desmond is still human so he’s super confused at what the hell is happening but Ezio seems to like the blue hedgehog who really goes fast which is nice, he guess?

Put Desmond and Ratonhnhaké:ton in Hamilton! Like, it acts and feels like they’re in the right timeline for the American Revolution but there are no Assassins or Templars and Desmond can’t even find Ratonhnhaké:ton’s village so he doesn’t know if Ratonhnhaké:ton even exists in this world. Hell, Davenport Homestead is just a goddamn empty field that Desmond got after asking around and now he’s building a homestead, he guesses??? Then comes the singing! Just singing coming from different places at different times like it’s the goddamn musical episode of Scrubs and Desmond and Ratonhnhaké:ton are just there going “What. The. Fuck.”

It would be so easy to push Desmond and baby Edward into a Pirates in the Caribbean crossover and, yeah, it would definitely work but… if I may… Desmond wakes up stranded in a small boat with baby Edward in his hands. The first ship to find them? the Revenge… being sailed by Captain Bonnet… who was kind enough to let them stay and be part of the crew. Also, Bonnet just being awkward around Edward because baby Edward thinks something is terribly wrong, that this isn’t the Bonnet he knows but that’s weird because he doesn’t know any other Bonnet. He only knows Desmond will keep him safe. Then they get first-row seats of Thatch and Bonnet falling in love and… well… they’re definitely not in Black Flag, that’s for sure. XD

You know, I was thinking of maybe one of the Joan of Arcs movie could be a good backdrop to punt Desmond and baby Shay in it. Then I realize… how can I make Desmond just go “fuck it, I’m done. I’m just done with everything. We’re going to live as hermits.” and I realize that throwing him into something that has fantasy-bullshit in it would be fun. Like… Jeanne d'Arc video game… complete will all those monsters as the backdrop for the Hundred Year War XD (and maybe, just maybe… Desmond gets his own transformations as well much to his chagrin)

Desmond having to deal with baby Arno while there’s a freaking rat plague in A Plague Tale: Innocence and joining forces with Amicia and Hugo as they run away from… well… pretty much everything. (look, it’s not set in French Revolutions but I kinda like the idea of Desmond and Amicia interacting. Otherwise, go Les Mis I guess?)

Desmond becoming a better father to Evie and Jacob Fyre while he’s in some kind of gothic-inspired setting like maybe Dishonored or Bloodborne? Dishonored would be entertaining because he would definitely be the stabby-stab-stab option that even Corvo goes “… maybe tone it down a bit?”.

And now, for something different: Desmond waking up in the middle of the desert surrounded by dudes in black robes and a baby in his arms that he’s pretty sure is named Bayek but he doesn’t know why he knows that’s the baby’s name. Then he finds out he’s in Egypt and he’s being interrogated by these people called the medjays if he knows anything about a curse and someone called Imhotep and he’s just confused. Then he finds out he’s in freaking 1926 and apparently there’s some mummy dude who can do the nine plagues (really? Like why? How???) and he gets sucked into this whole deal for reasons he doesn’t even understand.

Now, it would be easy to, you know, push Desmond and Kassandra to something like Disney’s Hercules or maybe 300 but, if I may suggest, throwing them into the world of Ubisoft’s Immortals Fenyx Rising? Hey, it’s made by the people who made Odyssey so Kassandra would be in her element and Desmond would be the tired dad just trying to stop his daughter from flying into the goddamn sun… literally. (And if you’re itching for a Percy Jackson x Assassin’s Creed AU with Desmond in it, there’s one in AO3 :))

Look. I was bound to make a God of War crossover idea and it was either Kassandra or Eivor. I had been contemplating a The Last Kingdom crossover with Desmond and Eivor but that’s mainly just me being a Harry McEntire fan so GoW crossover with Desmond and Eivor it is, with Kratos now having to deal with being a single dad to Atreus AND helping Desmond be a single dad to Eivor who may or may not like kicking Atreus for some unknown reason.

Of course, this doesn't just have to be crossovers.

You can have something like:

Desmond being the single father of Ezio and Ratonhnhaké:ton while the Third Crusades is happening and it's really hard not to get sucked into that, especially when Ezio brings Altaïr to their little house just a few weeks after his demotion because he looks 'lonely'

The entire plot of AC3 gets derailed because Desmond is there with a baby that Haytham is pretty sure is his father having been reincarnated

The angst potential of baby Arno growing up knowing only of papa Desmond and uncle Shay and getting his memories of Shay killing Charles Dorian later on.

Becoming part of the Alamut Assassins and having to go "No, Eivor, stop kicking him!" every time his adopted daughter sees the new recruit. What was his name again? Basil? Was it Basil? Desmond is pretty sure it's Basil ("It's Basim." "Yeah, sure, whatever you say, Roshan.")

Elijah being able to resurrect his supposed father but now has to deal with the fact that he apparently has three younger brothers and, seriously, being a Sage did not prepare Elijah for the strange family he's supposed to be a part of