#also me: immediately makes a reply for it :clown:

[ilbound]

cont'd. // @inkbleds

The way he antagonizes them has become nothing short of COMMONPLACE ; routine , ritual , the o n l y thing that makes either of their painstaking days any the better.  And though neither may likely admit to it – not to each other ( no , never ! ) – these little meetings are worthwhile.  In a rather ODD sort of way ( would not call this friendship , would we ? wherein words are bestowed with bite & venom ; where affection is in tandem to mean-spiritedness — ) .  Kaen regards the artist with a smirk when he takes his cup , giving it and them a rightfully skeptical look ( though , have they not proven themself by now ? time & again ? have they not gone above & beyond to appease him ? ) .

❝ Hm , aye , tha’ would really suck if tha’s th’ case , ❞ They say with an uncaring shrug , head shaking.  It goes unsaid that if he happened to want ANYTHING ELSE , the faun would not hesitate to abide ; such is their job.  That did not mean , of course , they wouldn’t give him flack for it the whole while.  ❝ ‘Cause Ah busted m’ass ta’ make t h i s one jus’ right fer ye. ❞  As they a l w a y s do ( not that he deserves their effort , they’ve noticed ; why break your back for someone who doesn’t even seem to appreciate it ? ) .  ❝ Y’know , ye could try saying ‘ thank ye ’ fer a change , it would be nice. ❞  Teasing , tone biting and sharp , ❝ But hey , if ‘s not hot enough fer ye— ❞ Fingers snap together , catching scarred digits alight in wisps of radiant flame , a cheeky grin splaying their maw , ❝ —Ah always come PACKIN’ HEAT . ❞  Is that a euphemism ?  

[youssefguedira]

look the thing about harry potter is that i don't actually care what you do with it. i, and others, can ask you to leave it in the past all i want, but fundamentally i don't know you and i can't stop you from doing anything if you want to buy harry potter merch or even just keep reading the books or whatever. but on the other side of that, if you're still doing those things in 2024, especially if you've got your hogwarts house in your bio, you're still engaging with it publicly, i will not trust you and probably won't want to interact with you, irl or online. especially if you're not from the uk, because at the end of the day she's doing the most damage here.

but also - you don't have to announce that you still do those things! if you don't actively engage with the fandom anymore or buy anything but you still rewatch the movies or reread your copies of the books you don't have to tell everyone you're doing that. you do you, random stranger on the internet, but i won't trust you, and i can only speak for myself but if you feel the need to announce and ask for absolution for still liking harry potter you're not gonna get it from me. work through that yourself

[erabundus]

he's walking away very quickly with a mop sporting suspiciously red stains ... the insects are back — but he at least has the COURTESY to clean up the extermination efforts.

[saintmuses]

❝𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙩❞

Pairing:

Judge!Jonathan Crane x Wife!Reader

Summary:

The ‘courtroom’ to him had always felt like a circus filled with jokers and clowns in formation of criminals. The only pure thing in the room was sitting in his lap; his little wife.

Warning(s): SMUT. P in V. Exhibitionism and implied voyeurism. Daddy kink (so sorry). Implied power imbalance. Flirting. Minor fluff. Implied possessive!Jonathan. Slight degradation (?). Minors, dni! Note: Judge Crane is such a daddy so sorry not sorry for indulging daddy kink.

Word Count: 1.9k

Jonathan immediately noticed his wife’s blush and chuckled again. He loved making his wife feel shy, even after five months of marriage, and he made sure to wrap his arm around her while she nestled in his lap.

“Is someone ashamed that she’s a vicious little kitty cat?” Jonathan asked her lovingly, making sure to tease her a little bit.

His smirk grew wider as his wife hid her face in his arm. He loved this side of her so much, the innocent, timid woman who needed to be reassured. Only by him.

“That’s right,” he teased her a bit more, “hide your face. You look even cuter that way.”

“Stop it.” She mumbled shyly.

Jonathan smiled as he brought his wife closer to him, leaning down to whisper something into her ear. “Does my wife want her husband to stop being flirty with her?” He whispered the question as sensually as he could, making sure she could feel his breath on her neck as he spoke.

She shuddered when he said my wife, it sent a spark of pleasure when she was classified as his. “I do love it when you’re flirty, but you’re teasing me because you think me being embarrassed about what I did is cute.” She pouted, grumbling.

“But it is cute, my love,” Jonathan replied, “I think you are the cutest kitten when you get all embarrassed and shy.” He placed a peck on her lips, making sure that he kissed her slowly and passionately. “My adorable, silly, little wife…” he teased.

Something inside of her snapped. “Daddy,” she whined in a low tone. It was the first time she had ever called him that, and it made her extremely shy when she realized what she had called him all because of his words.

Jonathan froze in his seat once his brain registered with what his wife called him, suddenly feeling aroused. He had been craving this moment for so long — something like that was the ultimate act of submission to him, despite her being naturally submissive.

“Did I hear my wife right?” he asked her softly, his voice full of affection but also mixed with a small tinge of darkness.

It took her a minute, but she nodded into his chest, embarrassed.

Jonathan chuckled darkly as his wife hid her head in his chest. “It seems my little wife wants me to play with her…” He pulled her closer into him once more and kissed her neck, his teeth nibbling and his tongue licking her skin playfully.

“Stop calling me that,” she whined, desperately trying to stop herself from calling him daddy again.

“Oh, but I love the way it rolls off my tongue…” Jonathan whispered, his voice twinged with deep sense of darkness. “Tell me to stop calling you what, my dear?” He kissed her neck as he spoke, his words dripping in sultriness and pure desire.

“Stop calling me your little wife,” she shuddered, letting out a little gasp.

Jonathan smirked as he heard how those words affected her which exposed her weakness for it, and he took full advantage of it.

“Oh, I see, my little wife doesn’t like it when I call her that?” he teased as he nibbled on her neck with his teeth, his lips touching her skin with just the right amount of pressure.

She whimpered; her rationality disappeared after he called her that. “Daddy.”

Jonathan felt shudders wracking her body and he laughed softly. He could feel his wife entering her submissive headspace to him as he toyed with her using words that targeted her emotionally. “That’s what I thought. My little wife wants to be daddy’s good girl.”

She squeezed her eyes shut as blood began to rush under her skin. Burying her face into his chest to hide her flushed face.

“But what happens to my little wife when she’s naughty?” Jonathan asked her, nibbling her neck a little harder as he spoke. “After all, I do have to discipline her when she’s disobedient.”

She began to stutter, “I ca-“ but she was interrupted by the loud murmuring from the audience, and she froze finally remembering where they were at. 

Jonathan felt his wife freeze up as the murmuring filled the air. He looked around at the audience, taking notice of their whispers. “Seems the audience has something to say…” he muttered, irritated that the crowd broke their little own world, they knew better than to do that. He looked back at his wife in his lap. “Should I punish them for their murmuring? Would my little wife like to see that?”

She shook her head. “Just make them come back in an hour or something.” She begged silently.

Jonathan smirked at her begging. She truly was his little wife, so shy and vulnerable to his demands and her own desires.

“As you wish my dear.” He declared, “all will return in thirty minutes.” He didn’t really mind. His wife needed her private time with him. His fingers curved around the wooden handle to bang the gravel to declare its finality.

As the audience left, he leaned back and pulled her closer tightly into his lap, pressing his body into her. Jonathan felt her thighs begin to slick with arousal -she was wearing a summer dress- as he held her close to him, his voice getting deep and raspy as he whispered to her. "That's right, my little wife." He nibbled on her ear and whispered a little louder so only she could hear him. "Let your daddy take care of you."

She whined loudly, reaching for his belt. She quickly unbuckled it and unzipped his trousers before reaching in his underwear to draw his shaft out.

Jonathan smirked at his wife’s desperation and lack of control. He knew that he owned this woman, body, and soul.

"My, my. Are we moving a little fast, my little wife? Are you sure that you want to do this here?" he asked her with a low chuckle. "Or would you prefer for daddy to take you home?" Jonathan had a smirk on his face, his teeth grazing her collarbone as he held her.

“If you had stopped calling me your little wife, I wouldn’t be doing this.” She accused softly without any heat.

Jonathan couldn't help but chuckle darkly, “but you wouldn't want me to stop calling you my little wife, now would you?" He then leaned forward to bite down on her collarbone, his teeth sinking in and drawing blood with a small nip. "I just love the way it sounds, my little wife."

She cried softly as she shifted her dampened underwear over the side to sink onto his thick shaft. She gripped onto his shoulders and whimpered at the size as she sunk down onto him. She had never taken him in this position where she was on top of him in the chair. 

Jonathan smiled at her pleas for him, and the inaudible words fell from her lips like honey.

He helped push her down on top of his cock, relishing the heat that was wrapped around his.

She started bouncing on top of him, repeatedly saying daddy in his ear. She was mentally gone as her submissive headspace took over her mind as her cunt took him.

Jonathan’s hands gripping onto her hips as she bounced on top of him. 

“My, my. So obedient and submissive. Such a good little wife you are for me, d’you hear me?” He sighed in pleasure before pulling her back down onto him. “Let daddy take care of you." He cooed softly.

She whined when she tried to bounce some more but his hands kept her in place. “Daddy?” She questioned but he only guided her head to his neck then gripped the back of her neck while gripping her by her waist.

Jonathan smirked at her when she was confused as to what his intention was. He loved seeing her like this, completely and utterly submissive to him.

He started to move at a slow, but brutal pace, pounding up into his wife without any mercy.

She reached to grapple his shoulders because she felt like she was being torn into pieces with his forceful thrusts. “Daddy!” She gasped, holding onto him as he was slamming up into her without holding back.

Jonathan inhaled sharply as he heard her whimpers and felt her fingers gripping his shoulders. He started to pound even harder, with such force that the chair underneath him began to shudder.

“Yes?” He asked teasingly in response to her pleas. “Is daddy breaking my little wife? Does she want daddy to stop?”

“Never!” She shook her head, nuzzling into his neck.

Jonathan couldn’t help but chuckle as he felt her nuzzle into his neck in a clear desperation.

He knew his wife would never ask him to stop once he started — he’d be the one deciding when it would end, and only him.

Her eyes opened wide to see the clock on the wall in front of her. “They’re coming back in five minutes.” She hissed softly, moaning at a certain thrust he forced up into her cunt.

Jonathan tsked softly as he saw the fear fill his wife’s eyes from her sudden realization that they could be caught.

“Oh, no….” he whispered, kissing her neck before nibbling it seductively and playfully. “Does my little wife want daddy to stop what he’s doing? Is she afraid because they might catch daddy fucking her?”

“Aren’t you going to stop when they come in,” she asked him, gripping his shoulders when she felt him quickening his pace.

“No,” Jonathan muttered softly with a smirk, raising his eyebrow. “You are mine, little wife. I know that you enjoy this and that you don’t want me to stop. I can feel your body wanting more, needing more. Daddy has no reason to stop, you understand this, my dear?”

She whimpered in return. “I-“ but she couldn’t finish the sentence because the feeling of him fucking her was overwhelming her.

Jonathan felt her whimpers shaking her body and he smirked darkly — this was the moment he had been waiting for. His mouth was right by her ear so he could whisper softly, seductively, “My little wife just needs her daddy’s attention, that’s all.”

He started to pound up into her even faster, his hand on the back of her neck holding her to him in place. Little noises erupted from his throat in grunts and groans.

She heard the door opening and the audience piling into the court room to return back to their seats on each side of the room. She bit down her bottom lip to muffle the noises that wanted to escape from her throat as she began to get flustered at the idea

Jonathan heard the bystanders murmuring, making his smirk grow wider. What better way could he show dominance over his wife than by having the crowd see her as she was — his personal toy.

His pace slowed a little bit to keep them interested, his free hand reaching up to grab the back of his wife’s head, fingers tangling in her strands before jerking her head backwards.

Jonathan gave a nasty smirk when she gasped with flushed cheeks, his face now visible to the crowd so that they could see him owning his precious little wife.

He pressed his wife’s body into him as he looked over at the crowd that finally settled down in their places. “My wife and I still have business to deal with, go sit down,” he softly commanded.

Jonathan smiled at the sound of his wife’s cries, and he looked down at the makeshift courtroom as he kept pounding into her cunt hard before turning his face to her.

“Do they know what you need, my little wife?” he asked softly, his voice dripping darkly as he taunted her. “Do they see what you become when daddy plays with you?”

[slay00ryu]

The Chaotic Duo.

A Ronin x Misaki fic

︻デ═一・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Misaki was sitting on top of a building. Shotgun by their side, phone in their shaky hands.

<@hitmeupp>: Anyone wants to be my assassination support?

This was yet another time when they send a message like this to the server, they always did that when the target was either too dangerous or they had a very shitty day. This was the former, their clients hired her to kill a CEO of a big filming company who was also entangled with some shady mafia business. The amount of armed men around him was really getting on the poor assassin's nerves, they just wanted an easy kill, is it so much to ask for?

Well while they were cursing their client in their head, they heard a silent DING, someone dmed them!

<@goreboy>: heard you Needed some Support

<@goreboy>: what's up?

Well, that was unexpected.

Ronin usually doesn't text her when she sends a message like that, it's usually Angel who helps them. Maybe she sent Ronin because she's busy? Yeah, that's probably it.

"Dude oh my fucking God, I am dyinggg here. Like seriously, how guarded can a guy be?" They sent him a short voice message, if Angel really sent Ronin to the rescue then he wouldn't be surprised by the voice message, right?

<@goreboy>: heh seems Like the Best assassin in The Whole fucking japan is really Stressing over a small fry

<@goreboy>: who's The target btw?

"Oh shut the fuck up, I can get stressed!- oh shit he almost looked this way... oops" They send the message and then sent another one. "Some guy who worked with the mafia, the money for him is high."

<@goreboy>: damnnn alr Then maybe shoot him Before He sees ya

<@goreboy>: we Don't wanna our Fav assassin dead

They chuckled at his respone.

"Awh stop or you'll make me blush while i'm killing someone." They said jokingly, Ronin could hear them loading their gun in the message.

<@goreboy>: maybe I'd like to See ya All blushy hm?

Misaki didn't see that message until after they left the rooftop, Ronin's message really did make them blush.

<@hitmeupp>: Oh stfu

<@hitmeupp>: He's dead

<@hitmeupp>: Thanks for the help

<@goreboy>: when You need help Call For the devil and He Will help You out

Ronin chuckled after he sent that reply.

Would he really help the assassin the next time they need help? Never say never, he could as well replace Angel and take some of her worries off of her shoulders, right? Also it's important to keep the server's members alive and out of jail.

Misaki in fact did use Ronin's help, texting him directly to help her out and he was there every time. His replies were different from Angel's, well that was to be expected, they are two different people with very different personalities.

Ronin was encouraging them more in the devilish style, he was flirting with them to keep their mind off of the nerves, made jokes about the target and fed Misaki's ego about them being THE assassin.

<@goreboy>: hey Wanna Call?

<@goreboy>: i'm Bored

Misaki was surprised to receive this DM, Ronin wants to talk, and he wants to do this only with them. Weird? Maybe a little. But he could consider Misaki's interest piqued.

<@hitmeupp>: Ofc babes

Immediately after sending that on their screen was a pop up.

@goreboy is calling.

They picked up without a second thought.

Normally Misaki wouldn't show anyone their living arrangements, but only did they know Ronin for two whole years, he also was pretty open about being in possession of their IP address which meant that he knew where and how they live.

"Hey, hey. What does the big devil want from little me?" Misaki asked once the call connected.

"Not much, jus' bored, and you're quite good at amusing me." Ronin replied with a confident smirk glued to his voice.

"Woah, am I your clown now?" They asked with a fake hurt in their voice.

"More like my personal chaos maker." He was obviously flirting with them, and Misaki wasn't going to let him have his fun alone.

"Maybe we could make chaos together then?" They joked, there was no chance for them to do it together in real life, even if Misaki wished that they could meet up... Wait, what?

"About that." Ronin's voice cut through Misaki's thoughts. "I just happened to get my hands on a plane ticket to Tokio, was wondering if you could be my guide." Ronin's words made Misaki's eyes widened.

"What!" They fell from their chair. "Ouch... wait, wait, wait! What do you mean you have a plane ticket? And to Japan?"

"Don't ask so many questions, you don't need to know." Of course Ronin wouldn't answer, he has to be a fucking mystery. A hot mystery who's really helpful...

"Yeah sure whatever, so you want me to be your guide?" They crossed their arms over their chest.

"Who's better to show me around than the best assassin the whole Japan ever saw?"

"Are you seriously feeding my ego just to get me to agree? Wow Ronin... Why does this actually work every time?" They whined. "Of course I will show you around." They smiled.

"Great, I'll be there next week."

"Wait, what-"

Aaand he hang up.

Yeah. very Ronin style.

"He's coming here? Oh fuck! Ronin IS coming here! Oh my god..." Misaki's voice was mix of stress and excitement.

They started to feel something for Ronin a while ago, but they didn't really know if it would work out. But with him showing up so randomly? Maybe it was a sign?

"Oh my god! Why does it make me so fucking excited?" They groaned and fell on their bed, their face buried in a pillow so they could scream their excitement out.

A week had passed without Misaki even noticing it.

They are standing near the airport exit with the most cheesy and cringey welcoming cardboard ever: "Here stands the devil's servant" written in English, with some edgy stickers all around the words.

It didn't take Ronin long to find them and he was barely keeping in his laughter when he approached Misaki.

"Damn, such a warm welcome. Makes me feel like royalty." He said with that cocky smirk of his.

"...Why are you even hotter in person?" Misaki asked bluntly.

"You're not too bad looking yourself, quite on the contrary, you look so much better in person." He said, Misaki didn't know if he was genuine or if it was just the regular teasing, but their poor heart still took the damage.

"Uh um, yeah! We need to get to your hotel!" They changed the subject, which was answered with Ronin's chuckle.

"Sure, lead the way darling."

The assassin couldn't say that their time with The Butcher was boring. It was anything BUT boring.

Not only did they spent some fun time at the local karaoke, ate some amazing food or did other fun activities. Ronin also made sure to do some illegal activities together, going around abandoned buildings, setting trashcans on fire, Misaki watching Ronin kill a guy, or Ronin waiting for Misaki after their assassination.

They had a good time together. And undoubtedly they grew closer. Close enough that Misaki stole Ronin's shirt from his hotel room and he let her do her thing.

"You're drowning in it." Ronin's voice came from behind Misaki who just put the t-shirt on.

"AH!" They yelled and turned around. "Man learn how to walk and make sound please?" They said and glared at him.

"Yeah, yeah. Anyway... You can keep it." He came closer to Misaki. "Suits you." He smirked.

Misaki's face turned red.

"Uh.. um... thanks?" They weren't sure how to interpret his words, but oh lord even without a proper interpretation their heart went crazy.

"Told you, you're my chaos maker." He whispered into their ear. "And we can just bring chaos to the world together."

Was that really the Devil's confession just now?

[iamnot-crazy]

Pushing the line part 3

Part 1 Part 2

A/N: I finally am ready to post part 3 and I now have part 4 scheduled to post in 2 days! sorry for the wait and thank you all for supporting the last two parts and encouraging me to make part 3 😁.

Summary: Your dynamic with Law has evolved as you navigate Punk Hazard. However, the appearance of the Straw Hats might introduce some complications.

"I don't like the idea of that man holding your heart," you grumbled, falling into step beside Law as you navigated the corridors of the Punk Hazard lab. Clad in the mandatory yellow hazard suit, you crossed your arms and pouted.

Law chuckled at your displeasure. "I told you, it's the only way to gain access without raising suspicion."

"I still think we should switch," you insisted. “Give him my heart in place of yours. I don’t trust him.”

"And that's precisely why it needs to be my heart,” he replied, his tone firm. "If he had your heart I would be too busy worrying about you." He reached into his pocket, producing the blue cube that held Monet's heart. “Besides, he won't dare do anything while I hold Monet's." The organ pulsed in his hand.

You snatched the heart from his grasp, "Well, I’ll feel better if I kept that," you mumbled shoving the heart into your pocket.

He raised an eyebrow but nodded in understanding. "How are you blending in?" he asked changing the topic.

"Fine, I guess," you shrugged. "No one really pays attention to anyone else. The suit is the real problem. I feel like a walking oven." You tugged at the fabric, frustration evident in your voice.

Law sighed in sympathy. "We could've told Caesar we were a team," he suggested. “You could do without the suit that way.”

You shook your head. "I need to be able to move freely," you explained. "Besides, I'm getting a feel for the place."

"And you're absolutely certain you can alert me if something goes wrong?" Law asked, his gaze serious.

You nodded, closing your eyes and focusing on your Haki. With a concentrated effort, you enveloped your heart in a protective layer of your will. Law placed a hand over his chest, where your heart now resided, and seemed to sense the change.

"I mean it," you emphasized. "If anything happens, I'll reach out to you immediately." You grabbed his hand, squeezing it tightly. "We've got this." You smiled up at him. He released a sharp breath and nodded.

"Alright," Law conceded. "I'll meet you outside after your shift."

With that, you turned and disappeared deeper into the labyrinthine facility.

The plan was straightforward: infiltrate Caesar Clown's facility, gather intelligence on Joker, a.k.a. Doflamingo, destroy the SAD factory, and kidnap Caesar. Cutting off Doflamingo's SAD supply would cripple his Smile production and leave him vulnerable to the Yoki, the only thing he truly feared.

While Law used his Warlord status to cultivate a partnership with Caesar, gaining his trust and extracting information, you assumed the role of a lowly researcher. The disguise was perfect; no one paid attention to the faceless workers. Your mission: delve deeper into the SAD production process and gather any valuable intel.

Isolated from the crew, your bond with Law deepened. He opened up about his past, revealing the pain and anger that fueled his vendetta against Doflamingo.

Law made a promise to withhold no secrets from you, finally revealing the harrowing details of his past with Doflamingo and Corazon. The revelation was a shock, but it also offered a profound understanding of the man you had come to care for. His guarded nature, his constant need to reciprocate kindness—it all made sense now.

Though he still grappled with accepting your love unconditionally, progress was unmistakable. Gradually, the fortifications guarding his heart began to crumble.

Days turned into weeks as you navigated the treacherous world of Punk Hazard. By day, you were a diligent researcher, collecting samples and running tests. By night, you analyzed your findings, your mind racing with possibilities. You smuggled out anything of value, passing it to Law during your brief encounters.

You sat on the bed while Law intently studied the new chemical mixture you’d brought him. “I saw something strange today,” you mused, breaking the silence. Law looked up, his attention drawn to you.

“There was this guy bringing candy to a place called the ‘biscuit room,’” you continued. “Some of the candy was abnormally large.”

Law considered this for a moment. “Monet often goes to the biscuit room,” he said thoughtfully. “I always assumed it was just her break room. Maybe there's more to it than that.”

"Maybe. I'll check it out tomorrow." You shrugged, then smiled seductively, tugging at the hem of your shirt. "But for now..."

Law's eyes gleamed with passion. In an instant, he abandoned his work and was on top of you. His arms caged you in as he hovered above, his lips dancing across your neck.

You giggle as his breath tickles your skin. "I'm so glad it's just us," he whispered, his lips dancing across your neck. "I'm so glad you broke out of that room," he murmured.

"I could do without the getting locked in a room part," you laugh as your back falls onto the bed.

Law lifted his head, looking into your eyes before leaning down and pressing his lips to yours. "You're right, I should have known a door wouldn't hold you. Next time, I'll tie you up," he smirked, pulling your hands above your head and pressing them into the bed.

He continued to trail his kisses down your neck as you moaned at his touch. When he reached the collar of your shirt he groaned he consolidated your hands into one of his freeing his other to pull your shirt fully off.

You laughed at his action while he trailed his kisses lower and lower on your now bare chest. Your breath hitched in your throat as he made his way to your thighs. His kisses were light against your skin and his facial hair lightly scratched against you each time he moved.

"I love you so much." He hummed.

"I love you too." You moaned closing your eyes as he traveled your body.

The next morning, you carefully exited the room, sliding your mask over your head and meticulously piecing your yellow hazmat suit together. As you proceeded in the direction of the "biscuit room," you remained unaware of the figure standing in the hallway nearby, observing you intently.

Law left shortly after, confidently walking in the opposite direction. The figure disappeared before he passed the hall.

Law entered the main room where Ceaser Clown was seated, holding a transponder snail in his hand. Once Ceaser noticed Law's presence, he quickly hung up the transponder snail, greeting Law with a boisterous laugh, "Law! Good morning!" he exclaimed. "Did you sleep well?" he inquired with a grin.

Law gave a curt nod before settling at the bar and pouring himself a steaming cup of coffee.

"Still as taciturn as ever, I see," Caesar laughed, transforming into a gas cloud and floating over to the bar next to Law. "What's on your agenda today? More brooding?" Law groaned at the man and continued sipping his coffee. "Ugh, you're no fun."

The door opened, and in flew the Harpy assistant, Monet. She lightly glided over to the remaining free seat at the bar, pouring herself a cup of coffee. "Ah, Monet! Lovely to see you," the clown beamed.

Monet smiled softly, "Good morning to you too." She took a sip of her mug and continued, "Law, did you notice that one of your acquaintances is back in action?" She turned to the brooding pirate, who raised an eyebrow in confusion.

Monet smiled, reaching with her long wings to the end of the bar and sliding over the recent newspaper. Law looked down to see Straw Hat's face on the front page—a face he hadn't seen in two years.

Law shrugged and continued sipping his coffee. "You've encountered him a few times now, haven't you?" Monet probed. "I've read that you even saved his life once."

"I suppose," he replied with a shrug, seemingly unaffected. "It's been two years since I last saw him."

Monet hummed thoughtfully. "Interesting." She pulled the newspaper closer. "By the way, Law, we're having an issue with a samurai on the island. Our men are struggling to contain him. Would you mind lending a hand before he causes more trouble?" As she spoke, she began flipping through the pages of the paper.

"Yah I can see what I can do if I have the time," Law responded placing his mug down and walking out of the room.

Monet watched carefully as he left smiling smugly.

You shadowed the same group of men in hazmat suits until they reached the biscuit room. As they entered, you maintained your position, your gaze fixed on the door, waiting for your opportunity. But something caught your attention. Down the hall, a group of guards were roughly hauling a quartet of prisoners.

There was something oddly familiar about them. A red-headed woman in a skimpy top, a well-dressed blonde man, a peculiar, almost robotic figure, and a raccoon. The image sparked a recognition deep within you.

Confusion washed over you as the group exited the biscuit room. You were about to make your move when a guard's boast halted you in your tracks. "I can't believe we captured the Straw Hats!" he exclaimed.

The pieces fell into place. The familiar figures you'd seen moments ago were none other than the straw hat crew. A surge of disbelief and a tangle of emotions swept through you. The door to the biscuit room slammed shut, presumably locking you out. You cursed under your breath, your mind racing.

The Straw Hats' presence on the island could be a game-changer. Law had a peculiar interest in the Straw hats since Sabaody. An alliance could be beneficial, but their arrival might also complicate your mission to dismantle Caesar's operation. A plan began to form in your mind, a delicate balance of protecting the Straw Hats while advancing your own objectives.

You watched as the guards secured the prisoners in a nearby room. The door clicked shut, leaving the Straw Hats imprisoned. Your mind raced, grappling with the implications of their capture.

You offered a cursory bow to the passing guards, maintaining your facade. With a glance over your shoulder, you confirmed they were out of sight before turning and heading down the hallway.

The Straw Hats' presence introduced a new variable into your carefully laid plans. It was clear the Stawhats would be incapacitated for some time. Rescuing them now was futile. Your immediate priority was informing Law. With a growing sense of urgency, you turned and headed back down the corridor.

As you rounded the corner, you spotted Monet, Caesar's harpy assistant, standing at the end of the hall. Her gaze was fixed on you, a suspicious glint in her eye. You offered a quick bow, hoping to slip past unnoticed.

Before you could fully pass her, her leg shot up, her sharp claws wrapping around your neck and pinning you against the wall.

You yelped in surprise as your heart pounded in your chest as she tightened her grip, cutting off your breath. Desperation surged through you as you clawed at her leg, trying to break free.

"I'm surprised you didn't just release the Straw Hats," she hissed, her voice laced with venom.

You gasped for air, your vision blurring. "What are you talking about?" you managed to croak out.

“You're a part of Law's crew," Monet hissed, her voice low and menacing. "For the last month, you've been stalking around this island for him. You two have something planned, and I'm willing to bet the Straw Hats' arrival is part of it." She leaned in closer, her breath warm against your face.

"I don't know what you're talking about," you managed to stammer out, your voice trembling slightly. Monet rolled her eyes, her grip loosening as she tossed you to the floor. You hit the ground hard, gasping for air as you rubbed your sore neck. The harpy hovered above you, a menacing figure.

"You can't lie to me, Y/N," she taunted, a smirk playing on her lips. Your heart pounded as you heard her say your name. The facade of the terrified employee crumbled, replaced by a cold determination.

Your hand darted towards your chest, a surge of determination replacing your feigned fear. With a swift movement, you bypassed your clothing and plunged your fingers into the flesh just above where your heart would reside.

Monet's eyes widened in shock as you ripped a glowing blue cube from your chest cavity. A piercing scream tore from her throat as she clutched at the empty space where her own heart had been. You hovered above her, the stolen heart pulsing faintly in your grasp.

"We should have never underestimated you," you said coldly, your voice devoid of emotion.

"You should never have approached me without knowing the full board," you mocked, a cold glint in your eye. "While Law might be the king in this game, I'm not a pawn like you. I'm the queen, and I'll do whatever it takes to protect my king, even if it means taking a life. If Law held your heart, he'd likely use it as a strategic advantage, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. But I don't hesitate."

A surge of dark satisfaction coursed through you as Monet's body slumped to the ground. You watched coldly as blood seeped from her lips, the stolen heart wrapped in your tight grip.

You glanced down at the heart in your hand as you released your gripped to see it begin to pulse faintly. You hadn't intended to kill her, but a strong message needed to be sent. For now, this would suffice.

Retrieving your mask from the floor, you stepped over Monet's unconscious body. After rifling through her pockets, you found a transponder snail. With a swift motion, you claimed it as your own, replacing hers. You then dragged her body against the wall, propping her up into a sitting position.

"You'll probably be out for a while," you muttered, your voice laced with a chilling indifference. "But when you wake up, I hope you have enough sense not to seek me out again."

A voice crackled through the transponder snail, interrupting your thoughts. "We haven't found anything else on the ship, ma'am," it reported. Then, a series of panicked shouts echoed through the device before cutting off abruptly.

Intrigued, you brought the snail closer to your ear. "Interesting," you murmured. "It seems there might be more of the Straw Hats on the ship. I should inform them of their friends' location."

With that, you turned and headed towards the docks.

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A/N: Thanks for reading and part 4 should be out soon, but hey if you wanna read more of my work check out my MasterList

[theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction]

You Owe Me

Characters: Buggy x Reader

Warnings: slight language (but mostly chaos)

Summary: Your solo-adventure somehow ends up with needing to team up with Buggy...

Luffy had decided for everyone to take a few days of free time after months of relentless travel towards the Grand Line. They had docked the Going Merry at a quiet town port and set off on their own adventures.

You took a small boat and sailed out to enjoy the open water in the hopes to find some treasure along the way.

As it happened, you reached a bandit camp one-day out that had been pillaging neighbouring abandoned islands. Banking the floating vessel amongst some tall rocks, you snuck up behind their campsite and waited for them to fall asleep.

When nightfall approached, you were ready to sneak in and steal their plunder so you took a step forward and-

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” A voiced whispered so close to your ear that you registered it as a threat and immediately punched the person in the face.

“Ow-! What was that for?” Buggy growled as low as possible to remain hidden.

One of the bandits heard the light commotion and jolted awake after realising that he was supposed to be on duty. You grabbed Buggy and sank lower into the ground, waiting a few short minutes until the bandit had passed overhead.

Letting out a tense sigh, you glared furiously at the blue-haired pirate. “You made me lose my window. I should go make you juggle for them as a distraction.”

“First of all, ‘lose’? I just saved your ass from blowing your cover.” He argued quietly. “And secondly, my juggling skills are impeccable.”

You rolled your eyes and returned focus on the camp. “What are you even doing here?”

“Being a pirate. I’ve had my eye on these idiots for weeks.” He replied and joined in.

It was unlike him to be alone without his troupe. “Where’s the travelling circus of cronies? Finally grew themselves a brain and left you?”

Buggy glanced at you. “I could ask you the same thing.”

Equally matched, you dropped the question not wanting to reveal where the Straw Hats were stationed.

“There’s a satchel by the campfire likely filled with gold.” You said, changing the topic altogether which made the clown smirk.

Raising a finger, Buggy poked your cheek and pushed it to the far right so you were looking at the barrels of ale.

“There’s another bag behind that wall of booze and it has better riches.”

Swatting his finger away, you considered the second option. Buggy wasn’t exactly known to be truthful in fact almost every time you had teamed up with him, he had found a way to double-cross you.

The clown stared at you as you fell quiet and rolled his eyes.

“Oh, now you don’t trust me?” He asked loudly and as if it was your fault.

“Have you met yourself?!” You bit back with a voice equally raised to match.

“Hey! You there! Show yourself!” One of the bandits suddenly cried out and alerted the rest of the camp to the intrusion.

And just like that, your quick plan to steal gold was turned into a complicated mess. While you didn’t trust Buggy with a great many things, you couldn’t deny that he was skilled at combat… you just had to ensure that he didn’t kill anyone on your watch. Bandits weren’t entirely ‘innocent’ but there was worse out there.

With a fair degree of ease, you and Buggy managed to knockout the camp and retrieve both bags of loot. Buggy greedily took them from your hands and began rummaging through the riches.

Typical. You had expected this kind of behaviour from him but you also didn’t care about the treasure. You hadn’t had a thrilling solo adventure in such a long time.

Clink!

Looking down, you realised that you had accidentally kicked one of the bandits outstretched hand which had loosened his hold over a red jewel. Picking it up, you inspected the authenticity.

Rubies were rare in these parts and the smallest one would get you at least two million berry.

“Well, it’s been nice catching up but I have places to be.” Buggy told you, reaching out for the treasure in your hands.

“Whoa!” You pulled the ruby back quickly. “I don’t think so. You owe me.”

“Owe you?! For what? Abandoning me when I was beaten by that stretchy kid? Punching me less than an hour ago? Or maybe when you said that Shanks was right in calling me selfish?” Buggy listed angrily with his fingers.

By the East Blue was he entitled!

You raised your hands and began counting all the reasons in return.

“I helped you get your body back at Arlong Park, I didn’t tell Shanks that you stole the real Chop-Chop fruit and the treasure map, I did your make-up that day the Marines took your hands, I saved you from drowning…”

“You’re the one who threw me overboard in the first place!”

You scoffed at the detail. “And then I saved you. You’re welcome.”

Buggy groaned and leaned back. “Oh! This is going nowhere. I’m not giving you anything and you’re not taking that.”

Shaking your head, your crossed your arms and turned away from him. “Shanks would have let me.” You snarked.

Buggy’s nerve had been struck with that single comment and he stomped even harder. “Fine! You can take my damned ruby! Gah! Grr!” He conceded and then marched off to his boat.

Clutching the gem in your hand, you tossed it in the air and smiled.

Worked like a charm.

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[bloodykora]

If you’re still doing Buggy headcanons: Sooo I always actually thought big noses on people are INCREDIBLY attractive. Give me men with noses that look just a bit too beaten up, women with noses that are big and wide, give me Roman noses and hawk noses and any unconventionally attractive nose and I am SWOONING.

… I feel the prompt almost writes itself at this point, what would Buggy think of someone who sees his funny looking nose not as a flaw but a mayor charm point and just constantly gives it kisses, traces it affectionately, boops it or comments (in all honesty and absolutely genuinely) how handsome and distinguished it makes him look, how it really suits him etc?

Wanna read about that man bluescreening because he hasn’t even treathened them yet to not make fun of his nose and they are already at the „flattering him to save themself“ stage? What do you MEAN you’re not saying that to safe yourself?!

This fucking anon/ask made me giggle so much, I literally showed it to my friends. I hope I did you and the prompt justice!

Enter the moment in Annie where Ms. Hannigan sees Warbucks’ diamond and goes “Oh my god, is that thing real?!” in shock but also delight. Me at that dude’s honker. (I want to be put on his nose like he has gangrene and I’m a leech who sucks on it to get the blood flow going) Also enter the Doja Cat quote of liking big noses.

- At first, dude is fucking weirded out. People have made comments and jokes about this stupid little red thing on his face and you… you think it’s attractive??? Huh.

- Definitely thinks you’re lying at first (and for the next few months), you’re literally the only person who is able to shut him up.

- Curtain drops, spot light is on, the blue haired clown walks in. Blabbering on about how his entrance should be more enthusiastic, but you got your eyes on your own prize, bright big red nostrils. If he wants an entrance, you’ll give him one by starting to clap loudly, getting so giddy that you start slightly hopping.

- “Oh my goodness, that is just.” Loss for words. “Are you making fun of me?” He approaches you, you hear him but his words don’t really seep into your brain at the moment. “It’s gorgeous, literally the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” Your eyes are locked with his eyes and before he can even reply you reach up to brush your fingertip against his nose.

- Wants you dead first, no one has gotten close to touching it in years. And you, a low life nobody insults him like that. You get strung up immediately, your arm stretched so your fingers are out.

- “For that little ploy, I’ll take your fingers first and then your life.” Yes you’re scared but really could you regret it? This was the pirate’s life. “Oh, darn. Well, I’ll at least die happily. My eyes set on the most lovely nose I’ve seen in my years of life.”

- Thinks you’re still making fun of him until a few compliments later it clicks in his head that you mean it, with no hint of sarcasm or mockery. He lets you down, immediately ordering his crew to take care of the others you came with while he returns (runs) to his quarters. He’s a little intrigued by you, willing to die for a graze of his face. He keeps you as well, not that you’re upset by it.

- Crew thinks you’re hilarious, stopping a task to gaze longingly at the captain until either he realizes in which he shoos you back to work or he walks away. You boost his ego a ton though.

- From a distance he can ignore the thoughts he knows you’re thinking but up close, when they’re said in front of the crew, other pirates, hostages. He’s been known to cover your mouth with something so he doesn’t freeze up. When yall get together though, its game over.

- The first time you licked it, he almost saw some form of god. The angel's chorus was in his ears and he couldn’t help but say a little prayer in his head about you.

- Kissing it at least 3 times a day for good luck, rubbing up and down the bridge to soothe him to sleep, nipping at it when you feel playful. Not to mention he now has your voice in his head if he ever insults it going: “That’s not true! It is like one of the top 3 of the things I love about you and if you are mean to it again then I’m gonna cut it off and keep it all day!”

- Laying in his bed just watching him go about the day when you drop a “If my memory was wiped tomorrow I hope I’d get to keep at least the picture of your nose in my head.” before just turning over and going to rest. You hear him physically stop in his tracks and then a thud, he had let go of a boot.

- He doesn’t ever want to ask for praise about his nose on the days where he feels more insecure but you can tell by the way he rubs it on your collarbone and shoulder. You immediately pull out the good old “Have I told you how dashing attractive your nose is today? I seriously would just hop on and ri-” he doesn’t let you finish the sentence, cutting you off with a kiss knowing where it’s going.

- If anyone comments on his nose, you are the first to bite back. Threatening to cut out their tongue and string it up for future people to understand their place. Then squish Buggy while speaking highly of his stunning feature and how lucky they are to see it in the first place.

- You’re kinda crazy but hey, so is Buggy and he loves that you’re insane about him and his nose.

[asherashedwings]

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[lheslie]

How would taehun be if he had a sister, the complete opposite of him? Like he fights and does Taekwondo and she reads and studies? Like a delinquent and a nerd, except they're siblings? Also! I got Into your account canons, just mindlessly reading and they all make me giggle and kick my feet in the air Because of you, I'm starting to read the manhwa and he's becoming my favourite character

Taehoon having a sister that's a complete opposite of him.

Requested by: Anon.

Hope you like it!!!

(I have two male siblings, that would do this to me everyday.)

Whenever you sit at a couch, reading a book he would annoy you by suddenly kicking so close to your face, but it doesn't hit your face.

He sometimes uses you as additional weight while you read your book on top of him.

He disturbs your peace whenever he destroys anything that causes a loud crash.

"TAEHOON! STOP DESTROYING THINGS I'M STUDYING!" You yell as you close your bedroom door.

Sometimes he would try and ask you to spar with him whenever Hansu isn't around.

"If I die, I'm haunting you."

"The more reason to do Taekwondo." He reasons.

Between you and Taehoon, you were the more responsible one. So Hansu trusts you with pocket money whenever you go out and hangout with your brother.

"I want beer." He said

"No."

"I'm not asking, Give me money for beer." He said as he takes your wallet away from you and grabs some money for the beer.

He doesn't smoke around you, since you cough a lot whenever you inhale the smoke.

He is tolerable, but the thing you hate the most is the girls around him liking him.

You wonder what they saw on your shit face brother with bad attitude and a messy ugly ass mullet.

(You had glasses and a very messy hair)

Taehoon doesn't like seeing you fix your face, or you wearing anything other than baggy clothes, because it attract other men's attention.

So whenever you try and go out with a presentable look, he immediately stops you.

"Where ya going? Ya look fucking ugly in that." Said as you try to ignore and get past him.

"I'm going shopping for books." You said

"While looking like a clown yer not."

"Oh shut the fuck up, grow up."

He'd beat the shit out of people that try to even approach you.

Especially the ones that try to Harass you.

On Valentines Day, You'd have multiple girls asking you to give Chocolates to Taehoon, Ask for Taehoon's number, or They ask more about Taehoon.

Which pisses you off, "Look I am not entertaining your questions, Leave." You said as they replied.

"Meanie"

"No fun"

"The only thing that's good about you is your brother."

You didn't really care about those comments, you didn't give a shit.

You may be an opposite of Taehoon but you weren't weak, you were just more understanding, nice and patient.

But of course there were times you couldn't handle it anymore, so you randomly snap sometimes and get mad.

And this was one of those instances

You banged the girl's head to her desk.

"Say that again bitch." You angrily said as you rubbed her face to her desk, as she started crying for you to stop.

You were called at the principal's office.

Hansu and Taehoon arrived with Taehoon smiling.

"I heard what happened, Did ya win?" Taehoon spoke.

You chuckled. "Of course I did."

[slimeylee]

fic prompt in the replies of this post !

first helluva boss fic . ive been very fixated on it recently :3

also inspired by season 2 episode 6 !

* swear warning , tickling .. idk what else

switch ! fizzarolli (he / him ) , switch ! blitzø ( he / him )

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Fizzarolli enjoyed the fresh morning smell of fire in Hell as he zoomed through the town on his Heelys. He leaned back and relaxed as he was dragged quickly down the sidewalk by his dogs, on his way to his concert rehearsal with Mammon.

Suddenly, the silence was interrupted.

"LOOK, LADY, IT'S NOT MY FAULT IF YOU ONLY KNOW HOW TO MAKE COFFEE THAT TASTES LIKE PISS!" Blitzø yelled, getting thrown out of a coffee shop. He sat up on the sidewalk.

Fizzarolli's eyes widened as he grew near to running Blitzø over, calling out a whistle.

"Woah, woah, woah, woah, WOAH-" Blitzø yelped, bringing up his arm as Fizz and his dogs screeched to a stop.

He looked down at the group of dogs, and Fizz stood with a smirk. "Oh, wow, lookie who it is!" Blitzø's facial expression immediately changed once Fizzarolli began.

"Oh, fuuck.. you again." Blitzø groaned in annoyance, adjusting his sitting position on the sidewalk. "Stalkin' me now, huh?" Fizz grinned widely.

Blitzo stood up from the ground, crossing his arms. "Oh, don't fuckin' flatter yourself, clown. I have my own life, you know; WITHOUT you in it." He stepped closer to Fizz.

"And gee whiz! We've been in each others relative vicinity TWICE in the last FIFTEEN YEARS, that would make me THE SHITTIEST STALKER IN HISTORY!" Blitzø announced, putting his hands on his hips. Fizzarolli had gotten down on the ground, petting one of his dogs.

"Uh-huh! Sure... Blitzo." Fizz teased, crossing his arms now. Blitzø grit his teeth. "The O is silent now, bitch." He poked Fizz in the shoulder, which he then brushed off.

"Twice," Fizz said, slowly raising from the ground and stepping closer to Blitzø. "is already way too much." He said with a large grin, pushing Blitzø out of the way.

"Yeah, well at least I'm still actually working for my shit, and not getting everything handed to me like some pampered attention whore!" Blitzø gestured as he spoke, Fizz walking away while he stepped along.

Blitzø begun walking away as Fizzarolli snarled, but then he looked down at his hand. He then remembered Ozzie, and what he was on his way to do.

"Yeah, well, guess that's what resilience and talent gets ya," Fizz chuckled, turning around. "Plus, my horns were always bigger than yours,"

"Weren't they?"

He picked up his sunglasses, glaring at Blitzø with a smirk. Fizz turned around again to leave, but he was caught off guard when he heard Blitzø running up behind him.

"WhaAAA-" Fizz yelped as Blitzø tackled him to the ground. "You fucking bitch!" Blitzø growled, wrestling Fizzarolli on the ground as the clown attempted to get up. "Get the fuck off me!" Fizz yelled, pushing at Blitzø's wrists.

The two of them suddenly flipped over and Fizz struggled to get Blitzø to the ground. Admist the chaos, Fizz accidentally poked his side. He, and even Blitzø was surprised to hear the squawk that he had let out.

"...What the fuck was that?" Fizz smirked. "Nothing!" Blitzø immediately went back to shoving at Fizz, to which he fought back by poking Blitzø's side again.

"Are you ticklish, Blitzo? What a discovery. I would've thought you'd grown out of this by now." Fizz teased with a large grin. "Oh, fuck no, don't you dare, you fuckin' dipshiIIIIT-!" Blitzø jumped with a squeal as Fizz quickly scribbled his fingers into his side for a few seconds. "Ohohoho! I did think we were gonna fight, but this is even better!" Fizz exclaimed.

"Get the FUCK off of MEHEE!" Blitzø squealed as Fizz tased his sides again. "Stohop doing that, dipshit!" Blitzø said, bringing up his arms from their place on the ground and fighting Fizz back with a squeeze to his side.

"OH, FUCK-" Fizz jumped, nearly totally caught off guard by that. Blitzø sat up, jumping at Fizz and scribbling between his ribs. "SHIHIT!-" Fizz cackled. "Oh wow, Fizz, thought you would've grown out of this by noHOHOW-" Blitzø had taken the opportunity to tease back, laughing out suddenly as Fizz poked him in the side. "Yohou think you're a funny guy, huh?" Blitzø asked him, a small smirk on his face.

"Ihi doHOO- FUHAHACK!" Fizz squealed as Blitzø scribbled into his stomach, squeezing his side a few times inbetween as he cackled. "Yeah, tickle tickle, fuckin' bitch." Blitzø said with sarcasm, a wide grin on his face as he moved back up to Fizz's ribs.

Fizz suddenly came up with an idea. He extended his left arm out and behind Blitzø.

"What are you-" He began, stopping and looking behind him. He jumped with a yelp as Fizz's right hand wiggled into his side. "FuHUHUCK-" Blitzo cackled. He reached out for Fizz's stomach, but Fizz used his left hand to grab Blitzø's.

"You're a fuhuhucking cheheater!" Blitzø yelped, reaching out his other hand. Fizz curled away from Blitzø, smirking. "Oh, no, you don't!" Fizz suddenly moved both of his hands to attack Blitzø, wiggling his fingers into his stomach and sides.

"SHIHIT!" Blitzo cackled, grabbing Fizz's wrists and lunging toward him. "Yohohou're going fucking dohown, bitch!" He exclaimed, his fingers drilled into Fizz's hips as he bounced up with a shriek. "NOHOHO!" The two continued their fighting for a little bit.

Fizzarolli scribbled into Blitzø's sides and Blitzø scratched into Fizz's hips. The two sat up, continuing their tickle quarrel.

They both had let out surprised gasps as they suddenly were lassoed, and flung upwards into a random building.

They were slammed against a wall and heard the word, "Hired," before looking up. It was Striker, and Moxxie's dad.

Well, shit... Now they were in trouble.

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The streets of Derry are eerily empty as Y/N wanders through the cool evening air, lost in thought. Suddenly, she bumps into a man, and before she can even register what happened, she’s looking into a pair of blue eyes tinged with a gentle sadness.

“Oh, s-sorry,” the man stammers, taking a step back in surprise as he takes her in.

Y/N smiles charmingly and raises an eyebrow playfully. “It’s all good,” she says, observing him with curiosity. “Your stutter is kind of adorable.”

He blushes and rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. “That only... happens sometimes,” he murmurs, still a bit flustered.

“By the way, I’m Y/N,” she says, extending her hand.

“Bill,” he replies, shaking her hand lightly. A warm smile flickers across his face, and for a moment, they seem to lose themselves in each other’s gaze, as if the world around them no longer matters.

But before they can exchange another word, a strange, eerie giggle cuts through the silence. Y/N flinches, feeling a cold creep over her. Glancing around, she sees a clown stepping out from the shadows, his face twisted into a sinister grin.

“Well, Bill,” purrs Pennywise, “who’s your pretty new friend?”

Bill tenses, but Y/N barely notices, more astonished by the absurd sight before her. She briefly shakes her head and instinctively moves closer to Bill, who immediately wraps an arm protectively around her. The gesture gives her unexpected confidence, and she finds herself grinning.

“So, this is the infamous Pennywise?” Y/N says in a mocking tone, glancing up at Bill with a smirk. “I was expecting... more. He looks like a leftover Halloween decoration.”

Bill can’t hold back a smile and pulls her even closer. “Maybe you shouldn’t provoke him,” he whispers, though there’s a hint of amusement in his voice.

Pennywise glares at her, turning menacingly toward Y/N. “You’ve got guts, little one. Aren’t you afraid?”

Y/N laughs softly and shakes her head. “Afraid? Of you?” She leans back against Bill’s chest, savoring the security of his arm around her. “Please. You look like a cheap party trick.”

The clown’s face contorts with anger, his eyes flashing dangerously. “A cheap trick, am I?” he hisses, stepping closer. “We’ll see who’s laughing soon enough.”

But Bill holds Y/N firmly and says in a calm, determined voice, “Go away, Pennywise. You won’t scare us this time.”

Y/N smiles boldly, her eyes shining with defiance. “Did you hear that? We’re not intimidated, no matter how many goofy faces you make,” she says cheekily, snuggling even closer to Bill. “This is my protector. You don’t stand a chance against us.”

Pennywise hisses angrily and slowly retreats into the darkness. “You think that’s it? You’re sorely mistaken!” His voice echoes in the distance until it finally fades away.

As silence returns, Bill relaxes his grip, but Y/N remains nestled against him, looking up at him with a smile. “Not bad, Bill. We really got under his skin.”

Bill shakes his head and chuckles softly. “I think that was mostly thanks to you,” he says, his eyes warm as he gazes at her. “Your courage kind of rubbed off on me.”

“Well, with my protector by my side, there’s nothing to be afraid of,” Y/N whispers, placing her hand gently on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart under her fingers.

Bill smiles softly and pulls her into his arms once more, his voice low, “I’ll protect you as long as you want me to.”

Y/N grins, snuggling even closer, her face just inches from his. “Good to know. But maybe I’ll need more reasons to keep snuggling up to you.”

Y/N and Bill are still standing close together on the empty street of Derry, and for a moment, the world around them seems to pause. Her gaze meets his, and she can see the warmth and gratitude in his eyes, but also something deeper—something neither of them may yet dare to put into words. She smiles softly and raises a hand to gently caress his cheek.

Bill places his hand over hers, a slight smile spreading across his lips. Slowly, he leans down toward her, and she closes her eyes, feeling his face draw nearer, the soft brush of his breath on her skin. In this moment, everything else feels insignificant—the darkness, the town, even the clown lurking in the shadows. There is only him and her, together in a tender moment.

Then his lips meet hers softly, and the kiss deepens, becoming more intimate, more passionate. Bill holds her close, as if he never wants to let go, and Y/N returns the kiss with equal devotion, her hands buried in his hair. She feels her heart racing, a pleasant shiver running down her spine. The moment is filled with warmth and comfort, as if this kiss is all they ever needed to feel completely safe and secure.

But suddenly, they hear a voice from the darkness.

“Well, well, well, Bill. What do we have here?” calls Richie, his voice laced with a teasing tone. “I leave you alone for a few minutes, and you already have someone by your side?”

Bill pulls away, somewhat reluctantly, and Y/N looks at him with a shy but happy smile. She can’t help but chuckle softly when she sees the surprised faces of Bill’s old friends emerging from the shadows.

Richie, Eddie, and Beverly stand before them, all three with astonished expressions. Richie shakes his head, laughing, crossing his arms. “You found someone quickly, Bill. And here we are, in the middle of a nightmare.”

Beverly smiles warmly, stepping closer, her eyes kind and understanding as she looks at Y/N. “Hi, I’m Beverly. Nice to meet you,” she says, extending her hand.

“Y/N,” she replies with a smile, shaking Beverly’s hand.

Eddie raises an eyebrow, glancing back and forth between Bill and Y/N. “So, how long have these two known each other? I mean, we come here to fight evil, and Bill finds time for a date?”

Bill laughs, scratching his head awkwardly, while Y/N grins at him. “We just met,” Bill explains, “but… it was a good meeting.”

“More than that,” Y/N adds playfully, winking at him. “I think I managed to sweep the famous Bill Denbrough off his feet today.”

Richie laughs loudly, giving Bill a friendly pat on the shoulder. “You’ve definitely found someone who can keep up with you. I like her already.”

Beverly nods in agreement. “Yes, me too. This will be interesting,” she says with a gentle smile.

Bill pulls Y/N close to him again, as if wanting to shield her from his friends’ teasing glances. She enjoys the gesture, snuggling into him with a smile.

“Don’t worry,” Y/N says playfully to the others. “I’ll make sure to keep an eye on your Bill.”

“You better,” Eddie grins. “If you can manage that, you truly have my respect.”

The group laughs, and for a moment, the threat of Pennywise feels distant. In this camaraderie, amidst friendship, love, and teasing remarks, they all find a brief moment of normalcy. Y/N feels that she may have found more than just an unexpected kiss here. She has found a group that welcomes her.

[ticklishshenanigansau]

LaughterLand - Chapter 4: Plants

(story by Mod Secret, art by Mod Secret)

It was completely identical to the vine Papyrus had been looking at earlier. A light pastel green color with a feather-like tip, and sprouting several more smaller leaves that also resembled feathers. What Papyrus couldn't quite figure out was how it managed to get between his toes. What was even crazier was he swore he could feel it … moving?

"Okay, it's just a plant," Sans breathed out, sounding relieved, obviously grateful that it wasn't one of the Ghost Children come back to surprise them.

"Very strange," Papyrus continued to stare down at the vine as he shook it from his toes.

"What is?" Sans inquired.

"Nothing…," Papyrus replied abruptly. The last thing he wanted Sans to think was that he thought a plant was moving on its own. He shrugged it off, turning back towards his brother.

"I guess I'm still a little shaken u—hahahahaha!" Papyrus's voice raised in volume as he was overcome by giggles again.

"Pap! What are you doing?" Sans harshly whispered, fearing the worst from his brother's loud outburst.

"My-My tohohoes!!" Papyrus could once again feel his toes being tickled, he quickly turned back around to see what was happening.

"S-Sohohomething’s tickling my…." The tickling stopped the moment Papyrus looked down. The lifeless vine was once again weaved between his second and big toes.

"What the...?" Papyrus stared down at the vine, again perplexed. He knew for a fact that he had shaken it out so it wouldn't continue to pester him, and this time he knew for sure that something had been wriggling in between his toes.

"Pap, stop clowning around." Sans half-glared at his brother, clearly not amused by his shenanigans. "Get that thing outta here, we have to be quiet."

"Sans, I'm not doing anything." Papyrus turned back to Sans, trying to sound convincing. "Something was honestly ti—HEEHEEHEEHEE!!"

Papyrus quickly turned back, just in time to see the vine stop wiggling itself and drop to the ground to play dead. Papyrus's eyes widened, not entirely convinced about what he had just seen.

"Sans...?" Papyrus warily called to his brother, not taking his eyes off of the vine.

"Papyrus," Sans groaned, sounding frustrated. "Do you really expect me to believe that that plant just came to life and started tickling your toes?"

While Sans continued to stare out from behind the giant fan leaf, Papyrus could think of only one way to prove to Sans that he wasn't joking. He quickly grabbed ahold of the vine and placed it near his brother's feet. To his amazement, the vine wasted no time slithering towards Sans's toes and weaving its feather-like tip between them.

"Papyrus, we have to stay quiet," Sans continued. "You never know what's gonna—AGH! Ahahaha!!" Sans immediately jerked his foot back and swung himself around. "Whoa! Hold on! What the...?!"

Having gotten both brothers’ attention, the tip of the vine rose up on its own, meeting them both at eye level. It's feather-like tip waved back and forth, almost looking like a puppy wagging its tail. And although neither brother could believe what they were seeing, the two of them swore it was making some kind of animal noise. Sounding almost like a cat's purr.

"Pap...?" Sans sat looking wide-eyed at the sentient plant.

"Yes, Sans?" Papyrus replied, not taking his eyes off of it either.

"You're … seeing what I'm seeing right?" Sans spared a short glance at his brother, just enough to notice him nodding in response.

For a moment the vine did nothing but continue to purr and wave its feather-tip back and forth. Then, very slowly and cautiously, it started slithering towards the skeletons. It seemed to be curious.

"Oh no you don't!" Sans immediately blocked it off from Papyrus by getting in between the two of them. He wasn't about to take any chances with this … whatever it was.

"Sans, what are you doing?" Papyrus asked with a tone of concern.

"Back up, feather-face," Sans demanded. "Believe me, I know enough not to trust plants with a mind of their own."

The vine stopped moving just as Sans intervened. It tilted itself, seemingly to try to look over at Papyrus, before slinking downwards appearing to be sad. It started to turn to slither away, Papyrus couldn't help but feel sorry for it.

"Sans, you hurt its feelings," he berated his brother.

"Papyrus, remember the last time we tried to make 'new friends’?" Sans looked back at him sternly. "Now we've got two bratty Ghost Kids who wanna tickle us to death, and possibly chew on our bones for dessert."

"Well, I suppose...," Papyrus answered, looking back at the drooping plant, still slowly slinking off. "But those were two ghosts, Sans, this one's a plant. How much worse could it be?"

"Bro…," Sans replied with a deadpan expression. "It was literally just after our toes."

"Well … maybe it just needs a friend," Papyrus insisted. "Goodness knows we could certainly use one of those right now." Papyrus suddenly gasped, a brilliant idea popping into his head. "What if this vine could possibly tell us the way to get home?! I'm gonna go ask him!" Papyrus hastily pushed past Sans, despite his brother's best efforts to stop him, and moved towards the vine.

"Pap! No! Wait!"

It was too late. Papyrus followed after the vine, gently tapping it on the head.

"Hold on, just a minute," Papyrus said. 

The vine stopped to face Papyrus, curiously rising up even further to make eye contact.

"Please forgive my brother's rudeness, we've had kind of a strange day."

"Pfft! Rudeness…." Sans rolled his eyes, grumbling to himself.

"But please do not despair," Papyrus went on. "We wish to extend our hands in friendship!" Papyrus looked back at Sans, who was stubbornly crossing his arms. "Well … at least I do!" Papyrus held out his hand towards the vine, half-expecting a kind of handshake in return.

The vine tilted its feather-tip to look down at Papyrus's hand, then back up at Papyrus again. It seemed so utterly confused by this gesture at first, but slowly coiled itself around his hand. Papyrus graciously shook his hand up and down, taking the makeshift handshake.

"There! See? Now we're friends!" Papyrus grinned as the vine released his hand to stare at him once more.

"Pretty sure that's not how friendship works, Pap," Sans replied snarkily.

Papyrus turned back to shoot Sans a dirty look but was suddenly distracted by the vine nuzzling into his cheekbone.

"Nyeh-heh-heh!" Papyrus giggled as he nuzzled it back, patting it on the head affectionately. "I don't know Sans, it seems pretty friendly to me!" Papyrus scratched the top of the vine, tickling under its 'chin’, cooing at it as if it were a pet.

"Yes you are! Yes you are such an adorable little creeping plant!"

The vine gave a playful sounding little 'grr' and began brushing its feather tip back and forth against Papyrus's chin, making him giggle.

"Nyeheeheeheehee! Aww! Ahahaha! S-See Sahahans? It's friehehendly! Heeheehee!" Papyrus couldn't help but scrunch up as the vine continued to tease at his chin.

"I think you got the 'creeping' part right," Sans scoffed. He never did like to admit to Papyrus when he was wrong. Especially when he was only trying to look out for him. But looking at Papyrus playing with his new 'friend’, even Sans had to admit that he was glad to see Papyrus finally having some fun in this nightmare world.

"Heeheehee! O-Okahahay, okay!" Papyrus gingerly tried to push the vine away, having had enough of the teasing. "Thahahat's enough. Y-You-hahaha! You can stahahap now! Heeheehee!!" But despite his best efforts, the vine refused to stop tickling. In fact it was moving on from brushing against Papyrus's chin, to brushing along his neck and cheekbones.

Sans could immediately tell that something was up. First by noticing Papyrus starting to struggle with the vines 'playfulness', then by noticing the forest around them starting to shift. Little by little Sans began to notice more and more feather-tipped vines starting to surround them. But that wasn't all, all of a sudden Sans was noticing various other plants and flowerbeds that he knew were not there just a minute ago. Were they all alive? They seemed to be attracted to the sound of Papyrus's laughter, for Sans began to notice that the louder Pap's giggling got, the closer the plant life seemed to creep in.

"Um … Papyrus?" Sans spoke in a low tone, almost afraid to spook the plant life into moving too quickly. "Pap...? We should probably go now."

But Papyrus couldn't hear him, he was still struggling with the feather-vine, trying hard to push it away or block it from going after his neck.

"Aaagh!! Ahahaha!! Nyeheeheehee! A-Alrihihight!" he frantically giggled, finally gripping onto the vine with both hands and holding it away from him.

"Pap...?" Sans started to slowly move towards his brother. Immediately aware that the other plants were starting to slowly follow him, getting uncomfortably close.

"Phew! Oh … no offense … little one…," Papyrus tried to apologize through catching his breath. "I've just … been tickled quite enough … for one day...."

"Papyrus...?"

By the time Papyrus finally noticed Sans, he had finally looked up to realize that almost every flower, feather-vine, and extraordinary-looking manner of plant was staring intensely at the two of them.

"Oh! Um...." Papyrus timidly looked between the multitudes of feather-vines that were looming overhead, and the little one still in his hands. "Does this … nice little one belong to you?" He grinned cheekily.

WHOOSH!

Before the skeletons could even grasp what just hit them, they were grabbed and bound tightly by all of the feather-vines. Each one grabbing onto a limb and a torso.

"Hey! Hey! HEY!" Sans yelled out trying to break free. "Papyrus! PAP?!" He looked around trying to find his brother, horrified to find him being held captive by the strange vines. "Let him go!" Sans instinctively tried to reach for him, but found himself in the exact same position. Arms and legs spread out with no chance of squirming away.

"Pap!" Sans called out. "You speak … weird plant! Tell them to let us go!"

"Oh! Right! Right!" Papyrus, in his panic, had nearly forgotten his friendship with the playful plant. He cleared his throat hoping to communicate clearly with the wild vines.

"Um … greetings … greenery!" he began hesitantly. "We are newcomers in your world, and were hoping that you could point us towards the way home!" The plant life didn't move, seeming to want to hear more before making any sudden decisions.

"Um … n-not that your land isn't … beautiful, of course!" Papyrus stammered, fearing to have offended them somehow. "But, it's really really important that my brother and I find a way to get back to the Underground. So … would you be so kind as to … perhaps … assist us?"

A moment passed … then another … were they thinking about it? Sans was getting more and more anxious waiting for them to respond. Impulsively he started squirming and pulling hard on his feathered restraints.

"Ugh! Come on!" Sans growled. "Make up your minds or let us go already!"

Out of nowhere, Sans suddenly heard Papyrus's high-pitched squeal as he started to squirm himself. "Pap! What's wrong?"

"My-My tohohoes!" Papyrus shrieked. "They're tihihihickling!! Nyeheeheeheehee!! Stahahahap it!! Ahahaha!!"

Sans looked down to see two feather vines wriggling in between both sets of his brother's toes. Sans pulled even harder at the vines, trying to get to Papyrus.

"Leave him alone!" Sans snapped angrily. "Let him go or else—Aaagh! Ahahahaha! Nohohoho! Wahahait!" 

Sans felt the creeping feather vines start brushing along both sides of his ribcage. He started thrashing even harder trying to escape.

"Oh nonononohohoho!!" Sans harsh tone quickly gave way to even more hysterical laughter. "Nahahahat again!! Ahahahaha!!"

Papyrus started screeching even harder once he felt two more feather vines start creeping up towards his knees and just below his ribcage.

"WAHAHAHAHA!! NOHOHO!! STAHAHAP!!! NYEHEEHEEHEEHEE!! I-I-I THOHOHOHOUGHT WE WERE FRIEHEHEHENDS!! AAAAHAHAHA!!"

"Papyruhuhuhuhus!!" Sans attempted to sound cross with his brother, but it was difficult to speak through his laughter. "I-I tohohohold you—AAH!! Ahahahahaha!!! I just—AAAHAHAHA!! I knehehew they were trohohohohouble!! Ahahahahahaha!!"

"EEEEEEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!" Papyrus let out another high-pitched squeal as even more feather-vines began brushing along his cheekbones. "HAHAHAHA—HOW WAHAHAS I S-SUPPOSED TO KNOHOHOHOW?!" Despite being mercilessly tickled, Papyrus still tried to continue the argument with Sans.

"GAH! Aheeheeheehee!!" Sans could feel more feather-vines coming after his feet. They brushed up against the sides trying to get to the bottom of his soles. Sans's voice pitched up into frantic giggling. He didn't dare try to stamp his feet around for fear of the vines getting to their destination.

"Heeheeheehee!! A-Ahahahahall you h-hahahad to do wahahahas just—AGHAHAHA!! Just l-lihihihisten to meheeheehee!!" Sans shot back. 

"AAAAHAHAHA!! LET ME GOHOHOHO!!" Papyrus pleaded as he felt even more vines start to brush beneath his knees. He hiked up his knees as best he could, trying to protect them. "PLEHEHEASE STAHAHAP!! THIHIHIHIS—THIS IS AHAHAHAWFUL!!"

As his feet began to lightly stomp back and forth, he was unaware of just how close he was to the other vines who were attacking his toes. It wasn't until he felt the soft bristles flatten beneath his left foot, did he realize that he had accidentally stepped on one of them. The vines that were holding him let out a noise that sounded like a frightened 'yelp’, suddenly releasing Papyrus and skittering away.

Papyrus landed with a loud thud onto another, much more colorful plant. Thankfully this plant was about as soft as a pile of fluff, so no harm came to the younger skeleton. For a moment, Papyrus just laid there, catching his breath and trying to process what had just happened. He finally snapped out of it once he heard Sans starting to shriek with giggles.

"YEEEEHEEHEEHEE!! Nononono!! Stahahap!! Gehehet away from my fohohohoot!!"

Papyrus shook the dizziness from his head, preparing to leap into action to save his brother. "Hold on, Sans! I'm coming!"

But the moment Papyrus tried to spring to his feet, he suddenly found that the plant he had fallen in had wrapped part of its greenery around his arms and ankles, keeping him restrained once again.

"What?! Oh, not again!" Papyrus yanked and pulled at the strange plant, hoping to break himself out of its grip. But, much like the feather-vines, this plant was also much stronger than it seemed. 

"Come on! Let … me … go!" Papyrus strained and struggled, but it only made the plant hold on tighter.

Papyrus stopped fighting to get a closer look at just what he was dealing with. Other than its  bright rainbow of pastel colors and its gigantic size, it seemed to be just an ordinary fern bush. Only the leaves on this particular one seemed to be a lot softer … feather soft as a matter of fact.

"Oh no…." Papyrus gulped. "P-Please … please don't tell me it's THAT kind of Feather Fern...."

In an instant Papyrus was completely overwhelmed with all of the different colored foliage. Every soft blade was brushing and bristling into a different ticklish spot and not letting up for a moment. Papyrus threw his head back cackling wildly as he felt the soft leaves tickling at his neck, underarms, spine, knees, and feet all at once.

"NYAAAAHAHAHA!! NOHOHOHO!! NOOO!! L-LEHEHET ME GOHOHO!! NYAHAHAHAHA!! PLE-PLEHEHEASE!! T-TOO-TOOHOOHOO MUHUHUHUCH!!"

Sans let out a panicked gasp as he felt the two vines that were tickling his ribcage suddenly start to climb up higher.

"Ahahahaha!! Nonononono! Stahahahap!!" he pleaded with the vines, as they slowly brushed their way up his ribcage, making sure to tickle every inch as slowly as they went. "N-Nohohoho! Wahahait!! What—Ahahaha!! Whahahat are you dohohohoing?! Ahahahahaaa!!" 

Sans did not like the answer. He let out a horrified gasp as the vines began brushing their soft and delicate feathers along the inside of Sans's underarms.

"NAHAHAHAHAHA!!! AAAHAHAHA!! STAHAHAP IT!! NOHOHOHO!! NOT—NAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE!!"

Sans writhed and thrashed around as best he could, anything to alleviate the awful ticklish torment of one of his worst spots. But nothing could be done to help him. Despite his best efforts, the vines holding him in place were way stronger than he could ever hope to overcome. Leaving him totally exposed and vulnerable to every little flick, bristle, and brush that the feathers had to offer.

"NOHOHO!! PLEHEHEASE!! PLEHEHEASE STAHAHAP!!!" Sans desperately begged as tears began to gather in the corners of his sockets. "I-EEEHEEHEEHEE!! I CAHAHAN'T!!! I CAN'T TAHAHAKE IT!!!"

Papyrus could barely manage to kick his feet out as he struggled against the feather fern's grip. He tried desperately to stomp his feet down on the plant just as he had done before to break free. But it seemed like the plants had gotten on to him, because they were now making an obvious effort to avoid being stepped on.

"EEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!! PLEHEHEASE!! PLEASE HAVE MEHEHEHERCY!!" Papyrus squealed. He could feel several more soft and tickly branches working their way under his battle body. They twisted and brushed around and between his ribcage.

"YAAAHAHAHAHA!! NOHOHO!! NOHOHOHO FAHAHAIR!! AHAHAHA!!" Papyrus threw his head back laughing, which just invoked even more blades to attack his exposed neck. He silently squealed and scrunched up only managing to choke out a hiccup or two.

The ferns then decided to up the ante, sending a smaller bit of foliage up towards Papyrus's face. It bristled and brushed its soft leaves against his cheekbones and under his chin. Truthfully, Papyrus was so wrapped up in dealing with the attacks on his much more vulnerable areas, that he almost didn't even notice.

"PLEHEHEHEASE!!" he begged after a deep and shaky breath in. "PLEHEHEASE!! PLEHEHEHEASE!! N-NOHOHO MORE!! NO MOHOHORE TIHIHIHICKLING!!"

It wasn't until the smaller foliage started brushing up against Papyrus's nasal cavity did he really start to panic again.

"NO WAHAHAHAIT!!" he shrieked, trying to shake his head back and forth. "HAHAHA!! NOHOHO NOT THAHAT!! I-I CAHAHAN'T—AH-AHAHA-CHOOHOOHOO!!"

As hard as Papyrus struggled, he couldn't escape the miniature blades from bristling around and inside his nasal cavity. It was already a hopeless case trying to stop himself from repeatedly inhaling due to the rest of the fern's merciless tickling.

"HEEHEEHEEHEE!! N-NAHAHA-CHOO!! ST-STAHAHAP!! AH-AHAHA-CHOOHOO!! WAHAHAIT—CHOO!! AHAHAHA!! IT-IHIHIT'S SOHOHOHO HAHA-CHOO!! SOHOHO BAHAHAHAD!!! HA-CHOOOHOOHOO!!"

He sputtered and thrashed, tears flying in every direction, as the unbearable tingling in his nose made him a sneezing, screaming, laughing, mess!

Sans wasn't faring much better, he almost didn't have anymore strength left to tug at his arms. So as the feather-vines continued to drill and swirl around in his underarms, Sans's body was reduced to spasmic shaking and jolting. He was nearly paralyzed from laughter.

"PLEHEHEHEA....!!" he choked out, falling into silent laughter. The best he could hope for in terms of movement was opening and closing his fists while his feet shook back and forth. But nothing could distract him from the feathers' cruel playtime.

Suddenly there was a sharp jerking movement that briefly shook the vines, along with Sans in their clutches. The tickling came to an abrupt stop, and Sans wasted no time inhaling some much needed breath fast and hard. He coughed and sputtered from the force of oxygen hitting the back of his throat, but was so beyond grateful to get a moment's rest from the torment.

"Oh … oh … stars…," he gasped. "P.… Please … let me ...  go now."

And almost immediately after hearing this, the vines holding onto his ankles released him. The remaining vines holding onto his arms and torso began lifting Sans off the ground, gently hovering him above the grass. Sans quickly started kicking and thrashing his feet around, fearing what sick plans this pile of pastel greenery might have in store for him.

"Ugh! Come on!" he fiercely growled, tugging with all his might. "Let me go! Put me down you giant pile of weeds!"

Sans found himself hovering above a flower bed. The flowers inhabiting it were a group of tulips, all colored bright red and violet. True to the strange nature of this forest, these flowers seemed to be alive. The tulips were bouncing up and down, almost looking like they were trying to jump up from the ground they were stuck in. 

But looking closer, Sans could see that they weren't bouncing to try and escape, they were bouncing to try and get to him. The vines were dangling him over this bed of flowers, similar to how a mother bird would dangle a worm over its nest of bouncing hatchlings. To Sans's horror, this was not without reason either. Looking closer, he found these tulips to be … literal two-lips. On the end of each of the little flowers' petals were a pair of kissing lips, all reaching for Sans's feet!

"Oh no!" Sans cried, kicking harder than ever. "Oh nononononono! No! Don't you dare! Don't you even think about it! No!"

Sans’s pleas went unattended, the vines lowered his kicking feet down to the bed of tulips. The kissing flowers wasted no time. One by one, they peppered Sans's feet and toes with endless smooches, getting each toe around and in between. Not neglecting to kiss along his soles as well as the balls of his feet.

"Gaaagh!! Ahahahaha!! No! Nohohohoho!! Stahahap it!!" Sans shrieked. It wasn't nearly as bad at the assault on his underarms, but Sans certainly didn't expect it to tickle THIS badly.

"Plehehehease!! Plehehase get off!! Gehehet off meheeheehee!! Nohohohoho!!" Sans let out an ear-piercing squeal as one particular little tulip started digging in between the space of his baby toe.

Sans desperately tried more kicking and squirming about, hoping that something would deter his new little attackers. But the more he moved his feet, the more he seemed to run into a new group of tulips wanting to tickle him even more. Those that he did manage to kick didn't even respond and just kept on kissing, as if they were completely immune to physical harm.

The vines saw their opportunity to drag more laughter out of him and once again resumed tickling and brushing along his underarms.

"AAAAAHAHAHAHA!!!" Sans let out a full-blown scream. Fresh panic and hysteria jolting through his bones again. "NOHOHOHO!! NOHOHOHOHO PLEHEHEASE!! NOT BOTH!! NAHAHAT BOHOHOHOTH!!! AHAHAHAHA!!"

"HAHA-CHOOHOOHOO!! PLHEHEHEASE!!! AHAHAHA-CHOO!!" Papyrus's face grew bright orange as more and more tears streamed down his cheekbones. Partially from the laughter and also due to the rapid sneezing.

The miniature foliage stopped momentarily, as if to give Papyrus a break. He shook his head rapidly, trying to get the last of the tingles out of his nose. The rest of the tickling all over his body didn't yet subside, but Papyrus took in an enormous breath of air and held it in tight. He wasn't sure yet just what he was trying to accomplish, but he knew that he didn't want to risk inhaling more of the smaller branches and enduring another sneeze-attack.

"MMMMMNNHMMHMMHMM!!" Papyrus screeched through muffled laughter as the assault on his tickle spots continued. It was still unbearable feeling the soft blades of the feather fern exploring his toes, ribs, and knees, but he tried to keep holding it in.

The smaller foliage once again tried to brush inside Papyrus's nasal cavity, eliciting tiny squeals and whimpers from the skeleton. He desperately wished that he could swat at the blades invading his face, but he remained restrained and totally at its mercy. 

Once the tiny blade realized that it wasn't getting any more sneezes out of him, it tried even harder. Back and forth, up and down, it swirled and mercilessly teased along the inside of Papyrus's nose. Tears streamed like tiny waterfalls down Papyrus's cheeks. He bucked and thrashed hard, feeling the insane tingling sensation overwhelm his nasal cavity. It was all-consuming, as his cheekbones puffed out more and more, he knew he couldn't hold it in any longer.

"AAAHAHAHAHA-CHOOOOOOHOOHOO!!"

The sneeze rocked Papyrus's entire body. It was so hard and so brutal, that it flung his entire body a couple of feet forward and ripped him out of the grasp of the feather fern.

Papyrus took a sharp and shaky inhale of breath as he steadied himself. Realizing he was on all fours and could move his limbs freely, he looked behind him to see the angry feather fern reaching and grasping for him.

Papyrus immediately backed away and got to his still-shaking feet. Breathing fast and heavy, he quickly looked around for Sans. His jaw dropped once he saw the state his brother was in. Dangling above kissing tulips while the feather-vines went after his underarms, Sans looked like a helpless laughter-ridden mess! Papyrus readied himself.

"Hang on Sans!" he called "Here I—"

CHOMP!

It was almost comedic at this point just how much Papyrus was being stopped from getting to his brother.

Another gigantic plant, one with an enormous open mouth, lunged for Papyrus, scooping him up in its jaws. Papyrus screamed in terror, not reacting fast enough before the humongous plant once again had him incapacitated.

Papyrus's head and feet were the only parts of his body sticking out from the corners of this plant's mouth, allowing Papyrus to get a better look at it. From its shape and mannerisms, it seemed to be a giant Venus Flytrap plant, and Papyrus was its next meal!

"AAGH! NO!" Papyrus cried out. "Let me go! I have to get to Sans!!" Papyrus tried to will his body to move. But the inside of the Venus Flytrap's mouth was a sticky sort of substance, and there was little Papyrus could do to get unstuck from it.

"Let go!" Papyrus demanded. "The Great Papyrus is not plant food! Put me down!"

The Flytrap grumbled very loudly, Papyrus could feel his whole body vibrating with the sound effect. Suddenly, he felt something start poking at his ribs.

"AAAGH! What is that??" He shrieked in terror. "What's going on??"

Like the majority of the plants in this forest, this plant had a few more odd tricks up its sleeve. Inside the mouth of this Venus Flytrap were hundreds of tiny wriggling little tendrils, all of which saw Papyrus as their next means of prey.

Shortly after one, there came another tendril who found fascination with his ribs. Papyrus yelped and tried once again to hold his breath. But it didn't last long as more and more wriggling tendrils started coming after his knees and underarms.

"EEEK! ...GRR!! N-NO! NONONO—AGH!" Papyrus's head flopped back and forth, his toes curling in and out trying to distract himself. But once two little tendrils found their way around his hips, it was over.

"NYAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!" Papyrus screamed so loudly that it echoed throughout the forest, causing some birds to fly away.

"NOHOHOHOHOHO!! OH PLEHEHEHEASE!! PLEHEHEASE NOHOHOHO!!! OHOHOHO MY GAHAHAHASH!!!" 

He couldn't even hope to thrash around being helplessly stuck to the bottom of the mouth. With more and more tendrils starting to tease and explore every part of his body, Papyrus had no choice but to lay there and take it.

"AHAHAHAHA!! NOHOHOHO DOHOHON'T!! AHAHAHA!! M-MAHAHAKE IT STAHAHAHAP!! PLEHEHEASE!! SOMEBODY—HEEHEEHEEHEE!! HEHEHEHEHELP!!!"

As free falling tears escaped Sans's eye sockets, he managed to glance up at Papyrus once he had heard him start screaming. He couldn't believe what he was seeing and was wondering if he was starting to get delirious. He couldn't even muster the energy to kick at the still-kissing tulips anymore, and just kept dangling there shaking with laughter. It felt so hopeless, everything in this cursed forest was out to tickle them to death! What could they possibly do to save themselves?

Suddenly a deep and anger-filled roar pierced through the forest and shook the trees. It was so loud and came out of nowhere that for a moment, everything froze in fear. All of the plants ceased their tickling onslaught. Even the tendrils in the Venus Flytrap were still, and at last the brothers got a moment to breathe. After finally collecting himself, Sans looked around to try and find the source of their supposed rescue, only to be met with flashes of light, claws, and fur.

THUD!

Sans was abruptly dropped onto the forest floor, and Papyrus followed right beside him. Instinctively, they crawled towards each other and held onto each other in fear. Neither one could figure out just what was happening, until their eyes came to focus on the unbelievable events unfolding before them.

Animals! Creatures of all different shapes and colors were attacking the plant-life. Claws dug up the flower beds, strong and jagged teeth were tearing into the vines and cutting down the Venus Flytrap. Even wings the size of cars were flapping hard and blowing away the various other flora and vegetation that was creeping in for more.

Before Sans and Papyrus could get a good look at just what these mystery animals looked like, they suddenly felt soft hands gripping onto their arms from above them. They let out surprised yelps as they were promptly hoisted into the air and were being carried up into the trees. From above, the brothers could see the remains of the attacking plants as nothing more than shredded pastel colors and feathers.

After what felt like only a few moments, the brothers were dropped off into a different part of the forest. This place had a lot more trees, but absolutely no extra plant-life anywhere in sight. It was a lot more open, and at last, Sans and Papyrus were able to return their breathing to normal.

"Pap…," Sans said at last. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah…," Papyrus answered. "I think so … but … what on earth was all of THAT?"

"No idea," Sans replied, shaking his head. "But … it would be great … if it never … EVER happened again.”

Papyrus wiped the sweat from his forehead and rubbed the last of the tears from his eye sockets. "Wowie … it was a good thing those … creatures … showed up when they did." Papyrus struggled to find the words to describe just who it was that had saved them.

Right on cue, there was a chittering sound, followed by a soft thud as one of the animals had landed on the tree branch just above them.

"Look Sans! It's a cute little monkey!" Papyrus exclaimed. "Oh thank you, thank you, THANK YOU for getting us out of there!"

Sans also began to intensely rub at his eye sockets, his sight was practically blurry from all of the crying he had done. While he wasn't looking, he could hear more and more sounds of these 'monkeys' appearing in the branches all around them.

"Wowie!" exclaimed Papyrus. "Just look at all of you! You have our deepest gratitude, new friends!"

As Sans turned his gaze towards the trees, his soul seemed to stop. His metaphoric blood ran cold and he froze. These weren't just ordinary monkeys the two of them were looking at. These monkeys each had six arms, sporting 30 fingers on a singular animal. But what made Sans even more frightened, was the fact that every single one of them was looking down on the two of them, and were grinning ear to ear. 

[lostfirefly]

Storybook endings, fairy tales coming true, deep down inside we want to believe they still do

I haven't written for the reader for a long time. Sorry guys. I was a little emotionally exhausted. As always, this fic was not planned and was born here. I had fun writing it, I hope you enjoy it too. The name of the fic was inspired by Buggy's daughter question about love. English isn't my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :)

Buggy and F!Reader - Masterlist is here.

Description: Buggy tells a fairy story to children.

Warnings: Buggy is talking nonsense, fun, Impel Down vibes (woooohooo!)

WC: 5467 (this's the longest fic for the reader I've ever written, haha)

Taglist: @gingernut1314, @operationroots, @buggy-samaaa, @hey-august (i hope you don't mind), @emmiebugz-blog (in case you missed it)

The title is taken from “Ever Ever After” by Carrie Underwood.

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“Please, Elodie, Oak and Blandina, calm down!” You stood beside one bunk bed and one regular bed and, and tried to put on your son's pajamas. “Bedtime!”

“We don't want to sleep!” With glee, they replied, and showed their tongues.

“Oh my God, you're going to drive me crazy, just like your father!” You watched as the three kids started running around you. 

They were your and Buggy's kids. The oldest was a boy named Oak, he was 8. Buggy named him that because he thought the baby reminded him of a tree trunk in the first few months after birth. Oak was an exact copy of his father. With blue hair, green eyes, a red nose and a bad clown temper. He loved spending evenings with Buggy on the deck, rummaging through papers and maps, and diligently imitated his father in everything. You were incredibly amused by the look of frustration on their faces every time when you wouldn't let them launch the Buggy Ball.

“Where's daddy? We went to his office this afternoon, but he wasn't there.” In unison came the sad voices of two girls.

Elodie and Blandina, two twins, and they were six. You hadn't planned any more children since your first son, but one day, after a successful island robbery and a big party to celebrate it, Buggy didn't hold back and two weeks later you realized you were pregnant. At first, you thought he'd be upset, but he was happy. 

During both of your pregnancies, Buggy read a lot of books, and honestly, you didn't expect that. During your breakfasts and dinners together, he was constantly telling you what he had read in books. If a book mentioned eating a certain fruit for health during pregnancy, this fruit showed up on the ship soon. Buggy stole the baby's crib (okay, he stole everything for the babies). The crew was exhausted by the end of your pregnancy because Buggy kept sending them to islands to get things (beds, toys or anything else) or food he had read about in books. 

He was hoping for the birth of two more boys, whom he planned to raise as the eldest son and then organize a family crime guild, but two girls were born. Buggy jumped with happiness when he saw them and immediately named them Elodie and Blandina. Elodie was also born with blue hair, but she inherited your eye color, she was five minutes older than Blandina, and she was always reminding her sister of that. Blandina had green eyes and your hair color, and a nose like Buggy. And every time Elodie reminded her that she was older, Blandina poked her nose and said she looked more like her father. Unfortunately, all your kids inherited Buggy's personality. 

“Mommy, where's daddy?” Elodie crossed her arms and jumped into the bed. 

“Your dad is busy. He'll be here soon. He has to finish his captain's business, and then he's going to look over the ship to make sure we're safe and come over to say goodnight.” You sat down next to Elodie, and Blandina, with Oak, immediately jumped on the bed, curling up next to you. 

“Daddy doesn't love me. He left his cabin this afternoon and didn't wait for me. I brought him tea, but he wasn't there.” Blandina frowned and buried her forehead in her knees.

“What are you talking about, sweetheart? He loves you very much. Do you know how he'd been waiting for all of you? He used to put his head on my belly every night and talk to you. I'm sure if he knew his sweet Blandina was coming with tea, he would have waited for you.” You nuzzled your daughter's head. 

“Tomorrow, dad promised to show me how to make a bomb! Cool!!” Oak rolled from his back to his buttocks with joy. “I’m so excited!!”

“And daddy promised to get me the most delicious ice cream. He's gonna use his powers and steal me the most delicious ice cream!!!” Elodie showed her tongue to Oak.

“I want ice cream too!” Blandina raised her head and looked at you. “Why won't daddy steal me ice cream?” She started sobbing.

“Because I'm five minutes older than you! He loves me more since he's known me a whole five minutes longer.” Elodie showed her palm with five fingers and tongue again. 

“Elodie, stop it! Daddy loves you all equally!” You said sternly but calmly. 

“Relax, Blandina.” Oak lay on his back, one leg crossed over the other, and started dangling his leg. “Our dad is like superman. He's going to split up and bring us all ice cream.” He put his hands behind his head. “God, that's so cool that he can do that. Why can't I do that? Mom, why didn't you think this through?”

“How was I supposed to think this through?” You rolled her eyes and hugged Blandina tightly.

“Damn! Why is it not hereditary?” Oak gasped and rolled sharply onto his buttocks. “Should I eat that fruit too?” 

“Over my dead body, Oak!” You slapped his head lightly.

“Ouch, why?” He scratched the top of his head. “That's so cool! I'll be like dad!” 

“You won't be able to swim, dummy!” Elodie said in a mocking voice and lightly tapped her brother on the head.

“Yeah, your dad loved it and misses it a lot.” You exhaled sadly.

“Hm.. I didn't think about that. Damn!” Oak lightly punched the knee. “Then I want a coat and a hat like his. And then, when I grow up, I'll gather my own crew and build my own ship. And dad and I will be the most formidable alliance in all the seas.” 

“Of course you will, sweetie!” You kissed your son on the cheek.

“Damn, mom! Stop doing that!” Oak wiped his cheek. “I bet dad doesn't like it, so I don't like it!” 

“Oh, you are so wrong!” You giggled. “Okay, everyone, let's go to bed, I'm going to tell you a story.” You nudged all the kids into their beds, covered the girls and Oak with a blanket, and sat down in a chair. “Okay, listen. Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess…”

“Hoooray!! A love story!!” The girls gave each other high-fives. 

“Oh, no! Not about the princess! Ew!” Oak crinkled his face. “Why do I have to listen to these snotty pink stories forever? There was a princess, she sat in a castle, then a prince of unreal beauty came to her, saved her from a dragon, or a witch or another creature, and they had a wedding to a song the birds sang happily to them. Bla-bla! That sucks! I want a normal fairy tale! Tell me a normal fairy tale, mom! About pirates and treasure. Shit!” 

“Oak! Watch your language! There are girls here!” You walked over to his bed and covered him with a second blanket. “I'm going to tell your father ever~!”

You didn't have time to finish the sentence before you heard the nursery door close with a clatter, and the scolding and shuffling of heavy footsteps came from the next room. 

“Dad!!!” Oak jumped up from the bed. 

“Quiet!” You grabbed your son's hand and reached under the bed for the bat with your other hand. 

A few months ago, when Buggy was away from the ship, the vessel was attacked by small-time pirates. They were hoping to find treasure on the Big Top, but they didn't make it in time. Buggy and part of the crew returned just as the pirates from that small ship broke into the nursery. Gangers, along with the part of the crew that missed the attack, quickly went overboard. Buggy screamed at the whole crew all evening, and it took you a lot of effort to calm him down.

“Buggy, is that you?” You shouted toward the other side of the room, holding back your son, who was already ready to run that way. 

“Yes! Do I need to tap our secret code or can I log in already?” A tired, hoarse voice came from behind the door. “Fuck, I'm exhausted!” Buggy piled into the bedroom and flopped into a chair and silently raised his hand, greeting everyone.

“DAD!!!” The girls yelled with glee.

“FINALLY!!” Oak pulled out of your arms and ran onto Buggy's lap. “Mom thought it was bandits again, but I wasn't even scared. At all! I would have protected everyone, like you did then. When I remember how you scattered everyone with your abilities then, and then threw everyone overboard, it gives me goosebumps!! Where have you been? Oh, oh! What are we going to do tomorrow? The bombs? Are you going to show me how to shoot them? And how to throw knives? Oh, I want to learn to read maps like you!” He rubbed your husband's tired body. 

Husband. You've been married for two years. One morning, Buggy decided that after 10 years of a relationship and three children, he needed to propose to you. Buggy called you into the nest, where, to the sound of fireworks and music, he proposed to you. You got married when your daughters were four. The wedding celebration dragged on for two weeks because a wedding to Buggy - implies the flashiest and sometimes strangest wedding ever. He took you to several islands, each of which he threw a ceremony with the brightest fireworks, the biggest noisy party and the biggest cake. And Buggy had an ulterior motive for this: he wanted every person on every island to know that you became his wife.

“Oak, stop torturing your father.” You walked up to your husband's tired body and kissed his head. “Hi! Is everything okay?” You watched him remain silent. “Want some tea?” 

Buggy nodded. 

“I'll get it now.” You kissed him again and walked to the other side of the room.

“So,”  Buggy exhaled and patted his son on the shoulder, “what did my Buggy Gang do today?”

“We played with dolls with mom and helped her cook pasta, but it didn't work out and everything burned.” Blandina said in a very upset voice and was about to cry when she hid under her pink blanket. “I thought you were hungry. I wanted you to have lunch, but I ruined it.”

“So it was you who made this delicious pasta? I don't know, I tried it, and it was tasty.” Buggy took Oak's hand and led him to the bed where Blandina was laying. They both plopped down on the bottom bunk. 

“Really? Did you like it?” She lifted the blanket and looked at Buggy with wide, wet eyes. 

"Of course, my jelly bean!" Buggy patted Blandina and nodded. 

It took you a long time to teach Buggy to answer children like that, because before, and even now, he sometimes doesn’t filter his words. Blandina crawled out from under the blanket, sat on his lap and hugged him tightly. Buggy kissed his daughter on the top of her head. 

“I wanna join you too!!” Elodie looked at Blandina on her father's lap, her brother under his arm, and immediately jumped down to them, settling under Buggy's other arm. 

You came back into the room with a large cup of tea, a box of chocolates and small sandwiches, looked at the family picture and smiled widely. “God, you are so cute. You could be on the cover of the World's Greatest Pirate Family magazine right now.” You put the tray next to the bed and handed the cup of tea to Buggy, “Never in my life did I think I would fall in love with a handsome captain who would take me away with him and then have three beautiful children.”

“Oh, mom, please don't tell me that saccharine story about how you saw dad drunk in torn shoes. Every time it ends with those two in tears!” Oak rolled his eyes and pointed at his sisters. “Crybabies!”

“Hey, buddy! I wasn't wearing torn shoes!” Buggy gently slapped his son on his shoulder and looked at you.

“Are you kidding me, Buggy? I almost saw your socks! Sorry, my dear clown, but I remember very well how you crashed into me drunk, then fell to the ground and almost hit me in my nose.” You sipped your tea and took candy. 

“This is so romantic!” The girls sighed in unison. “Even though daddy almost broke mommy's nose, she helped him up and took him to her house, gave him some tea and treated his wounds. And dad fell in love with mommy, didn't he?” Four round eyes looked at Buggy. 

“Yes, jelly beans, that's how it was.” Buggy shifted his gaze to you and winked. “Your daddy fell under the spell of mommy's kindness and beauty.”

“And then you brought her tea from everywhere. And you still do this. I saw it. I’m smart. Not only that, but I notice everything.” Blandina took each of Buggy's fingers in turn. “It's very romantic. I hope my future husband will do the same.” 

“If he won't do that, Blandina,” Buggy touched the tip of his daughter's nose, “I'll rip his di-.” 

“Buggy!” You quickly pulled him up with a shout. “Choose your words!”

“Noo, not romance again!! Dad, tell us a NORMAL story!!” Oak tugged at Buggy's hand. 

“I don't know, Oak, I'm tired. Maybe tomorrow?” Buggy sipped his tea and exhaled tiredly. 

“Ple-e-ease!!!” All three children begged in unison. 

“You can't get away with it, dad. I wanna hear a story too.” You giggled and settled more comfortably in the chair. 

Buggy looked at your mocking face and shook his head. “Okay. The story.. The story.. Oh, I know! Once upon a time, there lived a girl in a castle..”

“Are you kidding me? What’s the bullshit?” Oak slammed his fist on the bed. 

“Oak! What kind of language is that?!!” You said sternly. “It's all your bad influence, Buggy. I've asked you a hundred times not to swear in front of the kids.” 

“Sorry, my marshmallow.” Buggy shrugged guiltily. “Oh, I know, a great story. Have you ever heard the one about the brilliant and amazing pirate who escaped from prison?”

“COOL!!! PIRATES!!!” Oak rubbed his hands happily and sat comfortably under Buggy's armpit.

Buggy placed his palm on son’s head and cleared his throat. “Once upon a time, a fearless pirate, who was being chased by all the marines in the world, ended up in prison. And he ended up there because he raided an island for a year and scared all the inhabitants.” 

“Didn't he get the doors mixed up?” You giggled, eating candies from the box. 

“I don't know what you're talking about, Y/N. In my story, he scared the whole island.” Buggy pulled the children closer. “And there he was, in one of the scariest multi-level underwater prisons. And since he was a famous pirate whose head was worth a lo-o-ot of money, he was put on the very last level, where the most dashing and respected criminals sat.”

“And I thought he stayed on the first level, where the people were weaker.” You were sipping your tea, kicking your feet a little. 

“I know this story better, Y/N!” Buggy glanced at you and winked. 

“Mom, don't interrupt!” Six upset eyes looked at you. 

“Okay, okay! I'm silent!” You ate five candies and mumbled with your mouth full. “See? I’m eating candies!” 

“Thank you!” Buggy kissed each child on the top of the head. “So. It was a very terrible prison, with the most terrible tortures in the whole wide world.” Buggy theatrically waved his hand through the air.

“Wo-o-o-ow!!” Oak said quietly, rounding his eyes. “And what was the name of this pirate?”

“The name? Hm…” Buggy scratched his head. “Ha! Dokeno.” 

“Do-ke-no…” Oak repeated quietly. “What happened next?”

Buggy watched out of the corner of his eye as Elodie tried to reach for her pink dresser without letting go of his hand. He sighed to himself and sent part of his hand to get her box and handed it to his daughter. Elodie patted Blandina on the shoulder and they both settled down behind him. You tilted your head and saw how the girls took out colorful ribbons, hairpins with ducklings and flowers from the box, and began to braid Buggy's hair.

“Da-a-ad!!” Oak hit his father on the arm. “The story!!”

“Yeah, sorry, buddy.” Buggy hugged his son tightly. “Dokeno was on the sixth level of the prison when he realized he needed to escape the prison.”

“Dad…” Elodie's voice came from behind him as she wove Buggy's pink ribbon into his pigtail. 

“Hm?”

“Dokeno escaped because he was in a hurry to see the woman he loved?” 

Buggy shifted his gaze to Oak, who was begging to tell him no, then shifted his gaze to you and saw you shrug. “Yes, sweetheart. He was in a hurry to see his beloved woman. The most beautiful woman in the world.” Buggy saw Oak roll his eyes and laughed. “As I said, Dokeno was a brave pirate and thanks to his ingenuity, he managed to distract the guards and escape the cell.”

“How did he get out?” Buggy heard Blandina's tiny voice, who was pulling hairpins out of boxes. 

“He just got out because he was amazing.” Buggy reached back slightly and stroked his daughter's head. “Don't get distracted, sweetheart, braid my hair”

“All right, daddy!!”

“Dokeno ran past the cells where the most dangerous criminals sat, paying no attention to them, even though they were begging for help. But Dokeno had to get out of here soon, because at any minute his escape could be reported to Warden Magellan.” Buggy wanted to put the bandana in his pocket, but Oak immediately snatched it out of his hands.

“Ma-gel-lan. Was he scary?” Oak lifted his head slightly, looked at Buggy and tied the bandana on his head.

“Yes, very scary. He was so big, ugly and looked like an overgrown bat. He could let out a purple venom that was very dangerous.” Buggy scratched his cheek. “But suddenly Dokeno saw the Crying Boy in the cell, he was wearing a straw hat, and Dokeno’s heart trembled.” 

“Oh, my God!” You laughed, noticing Buggy's look and putting more candy in your mouth. “I'm silent.” 

“Why was the kid locked in a cell?” Elodie twirled the bundle on Buggy's head. 

“He misbehaved, honey. He took what daddy needed.. I mean, Dokeno needed, and he was punished for it.” Buggy exhaled and glanced at his kids in a row. “Anyway, the boy cried and asked for help getting out, offering a bracelet in return. But it wasn't just a bracelet, it was a treasure map. But Dokeno was ashamed to steal from a sad, lonely little boy.”

“Ashamed? He was a fearsome and formidable pirate.” You said, sipping your tea. 

“I'm telling this story, Y/N. And even evil pirates can be good people sometimes.” Buggy put a finger to his lips, showing you the signal to be silent. “Dokeno released the Crying Boy, and they ran together to the fifth level of the prison, which was called Freezing Hell. Level five was completely covered in ice, so much so that the prisoners were freezing to death and the food was so frozen that it was impossible to eat.”

“But how did Dokeno not freeze to death?” Oak asked, scratching his head, quietly copying his father's movements.

“He was warmed by love, dumbass.” Blandina mumbled, fixing the duckling barrettes in Buggy's hair. 

“Yes, he was warmed by love.” Buggy chuckled. “Suddenly, on the fifth level, Dokeno and the Crying Boy met their future running mate. A man... a candle. Yes, the Candle Man.” 

“Wasn't that on level two?” You licked your fingers after candy, dangling your feet. 

“No, that was on level five, Y/N. And in fact, shut up.” Buggy smacked Oak on the top of his head. “Dokeno, the Crying Boy, and the Candle Man ran to find a way out on level four, and they had to do it as soon as possible, since the loudspeaker announced that the most dangerous and handsome criminal had escaped and was about to break out of a prison that no one had broken out of in twenty years.”

“Wow. Dokeno's a badass.” Oak sighed with admiration. 

“Very badass.” You looked at Buggy and sent him an air kiss. 

“Yeah, he was a cool man. The guards in their room noticed that the prisoners had escaped and were already on level five, and sent part of the team to catch the criminals. They sent wolves to catch fearless Dokeno, the Crying Boy and the Candle Man. The wolves wanted to eat the boy, but Dokeno couldn't let them eat the child and chased the wolves away with just... with a look.” Buggy looked at you and shrugged. He called this technique the Intimidating Look.”

“Wow!  the Intimidating Look! What happened next?” Oak grabbed Buggy's hand, looked at his sisters who continued to braid their father's pigtails, and yawned slightly. 

“After they chased the wolves away, they found the stairs that led to the fourth level of the prison. Aren't you kids sleepy yet?” Buggy asked with hope in his voice.

“No, we're fine.” With glee all kids replied

“Oh, man.” Buggy muttered to himself. 

“I don't wanna sleep either.” You giggled, picking up the box of candy.

Buggy looked at you, narrowing his eyes. “Okay. All three of them went up the stairs to the fourth level of the prison, which was called the Blazing Hell and was also known as the Lake of Blood. On that level, prisoners were forced to jump into a cauldron while several others prisoners were forced to deliver wood to keep the cauldron hot. Warden Magellan, upon learning that the prisoners were making their way higher, sent his mercenaries to level three. Some of the prisoners who threw the logs were in a deal with Magellan, and they tried to stop the brave Dokeno. But he threw everyone into the cauldron with one blow and the wood. To keep out of the blood tank, Dokeno took one of the woods the prisoners were using for the cauldron, and as if on a raft floated it to the other side.”

“And how did he float it on a raft? If it was a blazing he-e-ell. It’s the hell. The raft could have caught fire.” You squinted, looking at your husband.

“He just floated through. Dokeno was almighty, okay? Dokeno, the Candle Man, and the Crying Boy, who by the way was sobbing and hysterical the whole way, got on the raft and swam to the passageway to the third level of the prison, which was called Starvation Hell.”

“Wo-o-oah! Starvation Hell.” Oak whispered, taking sandwiches. 

“Yeah.” Buggy adjusted his bandana on the son’s head. “All the prisoners here, who now look haggard and starved, were formerly formidable pirates with a reward of 50,000,000 or more. Due to the high temperature that rises to the third level from the bottom floor, the prisoners here are on the verge of death with virtually no food or water. But on this level, Dokeno, the Candle Man, and the Crying Boy were waiting by Magellan's companions. Minorhinoceros, Minocoala, and Blugori.” 

“Were they fearsome creatures?” Blandina asked in a frightened voice. “Did they threaten poor Dokeno?” 

“No, no, honey!” Buggy stroked his daughter's head. “They were nice animals. Those Blugori were like... like... like cotton candy. Pink and fluff, and with cute funny faces. They didn't want to work for Magellan because they were good beasts.” Buggy scratched his head. “Dokeno, the Candle Man, and the Crying Boy argued because each had their own rescue tactics. The Boy was scared and wanted to go back to his cell, but fearless Dokeno stopped him. The boy sat on the ground in terror, started crying and accidentally touched one of the slabs with his hand, and all three fell into a trap. A net of Sea Stone lifted them into the air.”

“What’s this?” Oak asked, climbing onto his bed.

“This thing that.. you know.. Made people weak. Even the strongest and most fearless.” Buggy scratched his neck and glanced at the daughters. “The Crying Boy and the Candle Man began to hysterically say that they were going to die. The only one who did not panic was Dokeno. He remembered about the knife in his boot and he cut the mesh, which was not subject to other people, but was subject to the blade from Dokeno's boot, and freed his comrades.”

“Wooow!” Oak whispered.

“We nee more ribbons, Blandina!” Elodie jumped off the bed and ran to the dresser, she grabbed yellow ribbons and sat back.

“Guys, don't you want to sleep yet?” Buggy asked with hope in his voice.

“No, we're fine.” The children and you answered in unison. 

“Mother fuc~!” Buggy rolled his eyes. “Okay, Dokeno was able to persuade Blugori, Minokoala and Minorhinoceros to side with him and help them get to the second level. And when they were close to the passage, more of Magellan's men appeared. The Candle Man turned into wax and tried to stop the guards..”

“What power did that Crying Boy in the hat have?” You asked slyly, looking at your daughters, who were already tying even more ribbons into a bun of hair.

“He had the Power of Crying, okay?” Buggy hissed through the teeth. “Anyway, Minorhino and Minokoala helped the Candle Man to attack the guards, Dokeno fought using his wits, hands and knives in his boots, and the Crying Boy sat in the corner and cried. When the guards were defeated, our heroes moved towards the passage to the second floor. But then the sphinxes appeared.”

You choked on your candy. “Oh my God!”

“Yes, marshmallows, sphinxes. They came running from the second floor, the floor of hellish creatures. Did I mention that Dokeno was fearless?” Buggy watched as you and the kids nodded at the same time. “He was so fearless that he was not afraid to fight the sphinx. He tricked him into the net from which Dokeno had gotten out earlier and lifted the sphinx into the air. Access to the second level was open. Dokeno, the Candle Man, who had already turned back into a man and the Crying Boy, who did not stop crying in the corner, were finally close to leaving the prison. On the second floor, they meet the Basilisk, this is a snake born from a chicken, and a hippopotamus that wanted to devour Dokeno. But they were defeated by the great Dokeno. The hippopotamus crashed into a wall while running after Dokeno, the Candle Man and the Crying Boy.”

“What about the Basilisk?” You asked, taking a sip of tea and eating it with sweets.

“Put this one here with dandelions, Elodie!” Blandina stuck another hairpin into her father's hair. “This will make our dad even more handsome.”

Buggy whispered to you "I'll kill you" with his lips. “The Basilisk.. The Basilisk.. Ha! Dokeno tricked him into one of the empty cells and locked him there, okay?” Buggy scratched his nose. “Anyway, the other prisoners, who were trapped on the second level, were so impressed by the great criminal that they begged Dokeno for help. Dokeno decided that this was his chance to recruit the strongest team and freed all the prisoners who had already fallen to their knees in front of him. They obviously worshiped him for freedom and the chaos created by Dokeno. Did I mention he was a famous pirate?” Buggy looked at his son. 

“Yeah!” Oak nodded. “What happened next?”

“Magellan, having learned that Dokeno had advanced so far, built a wall which was made of his poison, which prevented passage to the first level to the main gate. But Dokeno, with the power of word and thought, managed to destroy the poisonous wall and led his new squad to the exit. At the level one, which was called the Crimson Hell, was one of the hardest battles of Dokeno.”

“But love helped him fight, right, daddy?” Blandina asked in a tiny voice, putting more hairpins on Buggy's hair. “That's better.”

“Yes, honey, love helped him fight.” Buggy cleared his throat. “While the Crying Boy was crying again in the corner, Dokeno, the Candle Man and his new team, captured the guards who were in charge of opening the gates of the greatest prison in the world. Recognizing Dokeno and admiring his courage and fearlessness, they opened the gates without any doubts and allowed everyone to escape. Magellan tried to stop them and even went in pursuit of them, but he failed.” Buggy watched as the girls started yawning and carefully began to lay them out in bed. “Dokeno's team was already waiting for him on the ship. He, along with the rescued criminals who swore to be faithful to him for the rest of their lives, the Candle Man and the Crying Boy, climbed onto the ship. And Dokeno set off in search of new adventures.” Buggy put Oak under the blanket. “That's what he was, Dokeno - a hero among pirates.” Buggy took Elodie's box of hairpins and carefully placed it on the table.

“Dokeno.. a hero among pirates.” Oak muttered, burrowing his nose under the blanket. 

“Dad? Did Dokeno return to his beloved woman? Is he happy now?” Elodie asked, yawning. 

Buggy looked over his shoulder at you and adjusted his daughter's pillow. “Of course he's back. And he found his happy ending with the love of his life.”

“I'm gonna be like you, dad.” Oak said quietly. “See you tomorrow, I love you.”

“We love you, mom and dad. Good night.” The girls could barely wave to you.

“Good night, my jelly beans. Love you all.” Buggy said quietly, covering Elodie with a blanket. 

He came up to you quickly and kissed you in the forehead. “Hi, Y/N.”

“It was hell, not a fairy tale, Buggy.” You tried not to laugh out loud and took his hand.

“I know. But they liked it.” Buggy put his arm around your shoulder and kissed your head. “Sorry, I wanted to leave early, but I had to make sure three times that my family was safe.”

“It's okay.” You looked at the kids, then at Buggy. “We have wonderful children, Dokeno, even though they have taken on your personality. Your genes have proven stronger than mine.” You placed your head on his shoulder.

“I won't even apologize for that, Y/N. Oh! How's the new batch of Buggy doing? When will they be ready?” He gently stroked your round belly. 

“It's only the fourth month, my love, they told me they are fine but still cooking. You'll have to wait a little longer.” You kissed him on his cheek. “How did you even manage to do this again?” 

“I’m the Genius Jester, marshmallow, but you didn't complain that night, right? And that was so-o-o good!” Buggy took your hand. “Come on, you need to rest too.”

“Let's sit on the deck for a bit, please. I wanna spend some time with you, I miss you. ”

“Fine. But I promise, we'll spend the whole day together tomorrow.” Buggy led you out onto the deck, threw his coat over your shoulders and sat you down on a bench. “It's a quiet night tonight. We're going to dock at an island for a couple of days in a few days. I promised to take Oak with me and buy him a hat.” 

“He wants to be like you in everything, even copies your walk.” You adjusted the coat and settled yourself under Buggy’s armpit.  

“Of course, I'm a scary and menacing pira~.” He heard you laugh out loud. “What's so funny, Y/N?” 

“I'm sorry. I’m so sorry.” You wiped away tears of laughter. “Have you seen yourself in the mirror? You have pink, yellow and red ribbons with flowers, and hairpins with ducks and butterflies in your hair. A scary pirate with ducks.” You laid your head on his shoulder. “Oh! We could have a family picnic since we are about to dock. One day we're gonna miss this things. Family evenings, picnics. What do you think about the picnic?”

“If you want, ok. Everything is for you, my beloved marshmallow.” Buggy put his hand on your belly and started gently rubbing it. “I wonder who'll be born? And how many will there be?”

“I love you but I swear to God, clown, if more than one child is born, I'll rip off your manhood and throw it in the water for the first shark that comes along to eat.”

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Happy Saturday wonderful fandom :) Ahhh the next in the line of goodies to come. This one doesn’t have a ton for them but doesn’t mean there isn’t absolute gems in it. So it'll be a littler shorter than the last one ha Also Aaron is amazingly hilarious in this episode. I love him to death. Let us get started.

5x09 Take Back

We start off with Tim being Watch Commander while Grey is miserable in NYC ha Things get immediately awkward when Chris arrives. Still clueless as ever asking Tim of all people about Lucy’s taste in houses. I mean if you don’t know her taste at this point should you really be buying a house together? Tim looks intrigued when he says he needs his opinion then it gets so awkward when it's about a house...

Tim is so very uncomfortable when he asks his opinion. Knowing this is going NOWHERE for Chris. I’ll never forget this hilarious post I saw about this scene after it premiered. I couldn't find it this time around. Had the lyrics from anti-hero by Taylor swift. ‘It’s me. Hi. I’m the problem it’s me.’ You ain’t ever getting that house with her because of that man sitting there LOL Idk why that post made me laugh so hard but it did. It stuck with me clearly haha

It’s so very weird Chris comes to Tim for this. It's obvious he knows Tim knows her the best. Crazy to me he's not threatened at all by that fact. Clearly he isn’t if he’s coming to Tim for advice. Blows my mind how blind he is. Lucy comes in asking what they’re talking about? Chris tells her he found THE house. Lucy looking as uncomfortable as ever at this news. Saying he's going to call the realtor and call her later. Lucy's high pitched 'I can't wait...' Couldn't be more awkward if she tried.

He gives her a kiss on the cheek and leaves. Tim giving that good ole fake Sanford smile when he does. Tim's face crack me up. Like he stole your girl and you have no idea you putz heh Also just so on brand for Chris to not see how uncomfortable Lucy was. He’s been blind their entire relationship It’s unreal. You can also see how much Tim hates seeing him kiss her. Even if it’s on the cheek.

It’s almost a grimace really as he watches it. Probably thinking of all the ways he could easily kick his scrawny ass haha That fake smile begging for Chris to leave the room so this awkwardness can pass. How Chris doesn’t pick up on either of these vibes I don't know. But then we call him the clueless clown for a reason don’t we?

Lucy doesn’t look comfortable till Chris leaves the office. Tim asking 'How the breakup is going?' HA Cleary it's going well Timothy...Lucy tells him she’s in the planning stages. Just reviewing the literature. Classic Lucy response. Wanting to plan this out completely before pursuing it. Tim telling her a psychology journal isn’t going to tell her how to break up with Chris. I mean he's not wrong.... It's just a bandaid you have to rip off even if its uncomfortable as hell.

He’s so matter of fact with his wording. Using a sports metaphor to explain how she should do it. Makes me wonder if he's actually done this before? Ha She’s adorable in her reply of saying ‘Playbill?’ She truly has no idea what he’s talking about. It’s too funny. It's comical really Tim giving her advice on how to break up with Chris. So you know he can date her haha

Tim has been very patient in all this but you can see him getting a little antsy about it. It is interesting how full circle this moment is. He set them up in 4x12 and now he’s ready to help break them down in this 5x09. Tim is just so ready for Lucy to do this cause he’s anxiously waiting to be with her. It’s pretty damn cute if you ask me. He’s trying to be patient but also is like can we hurry this along a bit?

Lucy says that’s too cruel she wants to handle it her way. No matter how this goes down Chris is going to be hurt though. It's how breakups go there is alway someone who walks away more upset about it. Her empathy taking the front seat in this decision. Where Tim just wants her to rip the bandaid off. Get this over with ASAP.

This is where we see little bit of Tim’s self doubt kick in. It's written all over his face when he asks her if she's having doubts? Worried she’s delaying this because she is having second thoughts about him. About them. Lucy immediately squashes his anxiety with her reply. Shooting massive heart eyes his way as well. She wants Tim to know she’s all in just like he is. That there is nothing for him to worry about.

I love how sure Lucy looks when she tells him 'No, I'm not'. She is so certain this is what she wants. Needs him to know this as well. Not a doubt in her mind about this whole thing. She just has stuff to work out with this breakup first. The certainty in her eyes is everything. Nothing makes more sense to her in this moment than him.

That confidence of hers is why Tim relaxes the way he does above. His whole body draining of the tension he was carrying. His cute smile saying ‘Good.’ Could this man be more of a soft puppy for her? Look at him. That hope and excitement back in his eyes. Lucy replying in kind with her own 'In love 'gaze. They’re both all in and it makes my heart very happy. Also they’re having a full on flirt session in Grey’s office for everyone to see.

I adore Tim being so open and vulnerable in this scene. Making sure she wasn’t backing out. The same Tim who couldn’t communicate in his other relationships to save his life. But with this he is checking in with her. Letting Lucy know his stress about her not breaking up with Chris yet. Lucy assuages his worries instantly. When it’s the right one the harder stuff seems a little easier. More natural. Lucy sensed that panic and instantly calms him with her words and heart eyes. Gah so good. Look at these idiots in love. I just adore them so very much.

This next scene with Aaron is pure gold. I love him so much he cracks me up. Never expected him to be as funny as he is. He notes how quiet she is being and is asking what's going on? Lucy letting him know she needs to break up with Chris. First off like to say we are all Aaron when he says ‘Finally.’ To her breaking up with Chris. Yesssss and Hallelujah finally breaking up with the clown. Nails it even further when he says Chris was never on her level. I mean yeah he never was. Not ever.

Aaron is speaking for the whole Chenford fandom in this moment LOL Chris had nine lives with her and they've finally run out. Aaron's reaction is the best part of this scene. I love that he knew where Lucy's heart was and it obviously wasn't with Chris. He knows it’s with Tim 100 percent. Like most people in their world do. Tim is her equal in so many ways it’s insane. Chris could never compare as Lucy figured out last ep.

Aaron tells her they can practice her breaking up with him. So it’s much easier when the time comes. It’s not a bad idea tbh. This is where it gets hilarious. Lucy brings up them looking at houses. Aaron kinda judging her for letting get as far as looking at houses. Telling her 'Yikes....' HA Tell us how you really feel my man. Lucy reprimanding him saying that is not helpful....Oh Aaron I love you so very much.

Lucy starts her speech trying to find her footing in what she is trying to say. She looks over at Aaron in the middle of it and see he is crying. lol If you didn't laugh at this scene you're dead inside. It's so damn funny. Lucy asking him WTF he is doing? Aaron telling her he is channeling Chris's pain LMFAO I mean he's not wrong she had to be prepared for an emotional response. It's just the way he went about this that is so hysterical. He is having way too much fun with this.

Telling her they should do angry next. I'm rolling. Lucy is doing some channeling of her own. She is channeling her man in this scene. It’s so funny. So aggravated with his role playing in this. Wondering why she asked for his advice in the first place? hahaha They then get a call about a 'Navi'. Lucy is so confused. Aaron geeks out and says it's from Avatar. Tells Lucy she should ask if it’s full grown. The look she gives she is channeling her husband again so much. ‘Aaron, it’s a fictional character...’ LMAO

I really love this ending scene with them. Aaron wants to do one more practice run with her. Lucy tells him she doesn’t need it. (Oh but you do....) That she’s just going to go with her gut on this one. It sounds like a solid idea in the moment but it's honestly the worst thing to wing it. Especially when it's something this intense.

When something is this emotional the right words tend not to just come to you IMO. They sure don't for me. I love him being brutally honest with her about it LOL Saying it’s a terrible idea. That he likes the sentiment but this isn't going to end well. I mean he’s not wrong as we will see here in a bit. Lucy once again channeling Tim in this moment. Cutting him off from saying anything else and just tells him good night haha

We get to the breakup scene we’ve all been waiting for. Lucy is bumbling and awkward. Not knowing where to start. Chris once again blind as a bat. He has no idea why she’s acting this way. Lucy curses Aaron for being right about this moment. Saying she should practiced more LOL I adore her panicking and defaulting to Tim’s playbook advice haha idk what’s funnier that or her being shocked Chris knows what she means by saying that.

All that prep and thinking this out and she went with her man’s advice on how to end this. This makes me giddy to no end. I bet you it’s cause Tim was on her mind from the minute Chris entered the apartment. My guess is that is part of the reason she fell back on his advice. Literally the most Lucy Chen thing ever to use it then be surprised Chris knew what she meant. I love her sfm haha

Chris stumbles around shocked as hell she’s breaking up with him. He seems so very blindsided by the whole thing. I mean if the man opened his eyes for once he wouldn’t be that shocked…But this Chris we are talking about. Lucy tries to get him to talk to her more. Saying they should sit down and talk this out. Chris just bails not wanting to talk at all. Not wanting to fight for her at all. Just takes off like a child who didn't get what he wanted.

Now I’m ok with this. Obviously we all are. Just goes to show you Tim was willing to fight for her and Chris wasn’t in the end. Lucy said it was over and he just left. I mean he wasn’t wrong there isn’t much to talk about out. She doesn’t love him. But still no fight in him at all after Lucy does this. Just folds like a cheap suit. A clueless clown from beginning to end...

We’ve reached the scene of the ep that made us all swoon and squee. I remember feeling so anxious to get to this scene. I had to re-watch the episode to truly appreciate it all. I was too antsy to get back to them sharing a screen. I was so damn giddy this was the place we were in. They spent the majority of this episode apart. So all I could focus on was her coming back to him in this moment.

I adore Lucy coming back into the station to talk about the breakup right away. Needing to share this news with him as soon as she could. I love that she returned to work just to tell him about this. So anxious to get back to Tim after it was done. Lucy wanted him to know as soon as she could it was over with Chris. Knowing he was just as anxious as she was about the breakup. It's sweet how he tentatively approaches her when she says why she is back.

He wants to be understanding about it. Seeing if she wants to talk about it more. Doesn't just want to jump the gun and bulldoze her feelings about the matter. Lucy isn't there to chat about that though. She wants to cash in on him asking her out. Because she couldn’t wait another second without him asking her out again. They're both so damn nervous and sweet in this scene. Fidgety and excited about the prospect of their future. Lucy messing with her hands the entire time as she explains the breakup. Tim keeping his distance while she explains it.

Gah I love her fidgeting near her ring as she approaches Tim. Anxiously awaiting for him to ask her out again. Lucy’s nervous way of reminding him to ask her again like they decided. How she looks into the bullpen before approaching Tim. Saying ‘So…’ He looks nervously excited by her doing this. Eric the king of expressions strikes again. The way his eyes go to check the bullpen as well before refocusing on her. He isn't sure what she is going to do in this moment.

The entire station can see into this office. He looks so friggin cute in his nervousness. I love that that she makes him nervous like this it's so adorable. Lucy gains her confidence and looks him directly in the eye flirty as can be. Asking him if there's something he wants to ask her? The whole purpose of her returning to work is to secure their date. Telling him about the breakup was the catalyst yes. But truly she was wanting to hear him ask her out again.

Tim see's her confidence and starts shaking off his own nerves. Replying in a sassy manner. Their banter the undercurrent of this moment going forward. Fueling them with the courage to say what they want to. Tim can't help being playful and sassy with her replying ‘I can’t remember.’ Doing that cute smirk of his that I love so very much. Wanting to push her buttons a little because well it's Tim.

Lucy is affectionately violent in her reply haha Look at her she is beaming with adoration. She loves this goober in front of her so very much. ‘Don't make me hurt you.’ Because she would legit hurt him if she had to in this moment haha I saw a funny parallel from this to her ripping that tape off in 4x07. She'll do it Timothy LOL Don't test your girl.

I love how he gets serious after she says this. It's the way he slowly moves towards her. That intent look on his face in the first one. *fans self* gah. Then in the second one the way he melts for her. In a way only Lucy gets to see. Asking with as much giddiness and excitement as I ever seen in this man. "Do you wanna go out on a date? Look at this puppy of a man. He is beyond excited to ask her this question again. Knowing now he will get a yes with no stipulations this time around. There is still a little nervous hesitation in his delivery which is precious.

Lucy is bursting at the seams with absolute giddiness when she replies ‘Yeah. I do.’ So happy he's asked her again. How one looks when the man they love asks them out. There’s so much to love about this scene. He’s asking her out in the Watch Commanders office. I love that sfm. Both ecstatic they’re finally going on a date with nothing holding them back now. They’re at work and have to restrain themselves from being too obvious. Which you know they suck at heh

My god anyone looking in on them in that last gif could see how in love these two are. They're so excited just to be around each other right now. The way they’re just standing there looking into each other’s eyes with the dopiest in love smiles. I cannot. I remember thinking the break was gonna take forever to get through. What a time to be alive watching this the first time I remember. LOL

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Side notes -non Chenford

Is it just me or does John have more chemistry with Genny than he does Bailey? Thought I’ve always had from this ep. Probably just me but I always thought they had solid chemistry.

Greys have a ROUGH SL in NYC.

Celina also has a hard time in the ep. With their suspect dying in custody. She has a tough rookie year.

[wordy-little-witch]

Hiiii i hope im not annoying u or anything w my frequent asks dksjzjzjz if so pls dont feel pressured to answer it, it do be tiring esp in this heat n economy 😬

i just saw another great post abt buggy having oblivious survival clown rizz and im like that victorian era boy with a bowl saying "pls sir" CUZ i need more of it😭🥹🤲🥣 i never knew i needed it but now my eyes are opened,,, so im guessing buggy has rizzed more than half of the entire pirate population and the landlubber population, but does dis also extend to the enemy/marines? 😳 also can i ask for more buggy accidental rizz headcanons n ideas? Actually any ideas u have r rly great, its extra dopamine or feels when u update lmao

thank u for replying to my questions🥹

Hiiiii~ don't worry about being annoying, love, I love hearing from you! Honestly, having asks makes me all fluttery and happy, it's like digital tumblr penpal friendship hehe~

As for Accidental Rizz Buggy, BABES I have TOO MANY THOUGHTS

On the Marine topic, ABSOLUTELY and I am LOSING IT over the mental image of Buggy having a fan club in the Navy and he just Doesn't Know.

I already ship Rosinante/Corazon and Buggy ANYWAY and so I am so down for pirate/marine ships bc it's so good ong-

Specifically speaking, I can see Buggy accidentally doing some accidental charming either by showing some of his rarely touched on moral ambiguity. Like. Dude does not subscribe to the general populace, he marches to his own drum and we love him for it. The world of One Piece has a recurring theme of Morally Gray and No Such Thing As Good Or Bad type of stuff. Especially with Pirates vs Marines.

So like. Imagine Buggy being involved in some sort of mad wild bullshit hunt/fight, he's escaping the Marines, he's cackling, making a show of it and between one taunt and the next, he catches sight of movement in an alley way.

Two pairs of eyes stare back, wide, terrified, and he freezes.

Immediately all fight and threat drains, and he turns to the alley. "Hey," he greets softly, not too gently but with care dripping from the vowels. "What are you brats doing out here, huh? It's dangerous."

The Marines try to cut in and Buggy disengages at best, forces them back at worst.

"Time and a place," he tells them, "change of plans, there's kids here. Time out, buddy."

He's soft with them, but not alarmingly so to their wild eyes. He recognizes the signs there, and he simply lets them choose their pace.

The officers there view a new side of a fierce pirate, one who would quail under a sharp look one moment and glare back, hissing in fury thr next to a commanding officer with two little ones to protect. He is multifaceted. He is complex. He is.....

Really pretty.

Uh oh.

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Bonus, Buggy absolutely accidentally charms the FUCK out of Sengoku, both in a CoraBug sense and in a non shipping sense. I feel like Buggy would annoy his way into being Sengoku's beloathed favorite. He's suffering through it all. Very much "unfortunately, I like you" type of deal.

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Buggy: does something surprising/cute/attractive/competent

The world: oh I guess I gotta kiss this muppet senseless