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spookyscarydemonbabe · 8 months ago

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Drive

A/N- During the normal April rain, i got the urge to watch some more of S4. Have i officially finished it yet? No. Does it still give me little ideas every now and then? Absolutely. And sorry to come back with such a (somewhat) depressing fic 😂 please know i’ve been working on a few things back and forth for the last two months so expect a few scattered fics here and there when i get around to finishing them. I still miss you all very much 😘 (P.S. i got this story while listening to Drive by The Cars, hence the title :p)

Summary- Late one night you get a call from Eddie that sends chills down your spine

Genre- Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

Warnings- S4 spoilers, mentions of death/dying

Tag List- @thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles @munsonology @esme-viridian @gvf23 @wheels-of-despair

(tag list is always open, let me know if you’d like to be added 🖤)

Word Count- 4.5k

Tonight was finally the night.

The last dreadful day of school before spring break, thank god. For another seven days you would be able to stay up late, sleep in, hang out with the guys, smoke, put a dent into the list of movies Jeff and Gareth had been making for you to watch before you die, and maybe finally dive into that stack of books next to your nightstand that you’ve been putting off reading. All the while you’d have full accessibility to the house while your parents were on vacation for a little spring break of their own.

It would be bliss. Save for the few shifts at work during the week, but it was a sacrifice you’d be willing to make for all that extra free time.

You had finally sat down after a shower, your hair still damp at your shoulders as you sat on the couch with a bag of chips at your side and a can of pop waiting to be opened at the living room table, you reached for the remote and as soon as you clicked the power button you could hear the incessant ringing of the telephone. As much as you wanted to ignore it and let it ring, something just didn’t feel right.

There was something that washed over you as you glanced down the hall at the phone on the wall, and just couldn’t help but carefully wander down to pick it up. Your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach before you could even say anything.

Eddie was at the other end. Crying, hyperventilating, and you could just hear his panicked pacing through his quick speech. It took a moment for you to even realize what was happening before finally speaking up,

“Eddie! Eddie, calm down, i can’t understand you. What’s wrong? What happened?”

“I don’t know!” He shouted into the phone between sobs, “I was in my bedroom and then walked out and she was acting so strange and then she started floating and-“ He couldn’t finish. Whatever it was that had happened, you knew it wasn’t something that could be fixed with him calming down.

“Ok, it’s ok, you don’t have to tell me. I know you’re really scared right now, i’m here for you ok.”

“(y/n), i don’t know what to do…” He cried out, and it was heartbreaking hearing just how badly he was hurting without even knowing what was going on. The mystery of it all was panic inducing enough for you, you couldn’t imagine how Eddie was feeling on the other end.

“Eddie, i need you to listen very carefully to me, ok? I want you take a deep breath, i want you to get your keys, and i want you to drive over here. Don’t bother with going home, don’t bother grabbing anything or stopping anywhere, get over here now. I don’t know what the situation is but i can tell that whatever it is, it isn’t safe.”

He said not another word, and you heard the click of the phone on the other end, the disconnect tone playing in your ear wasn’t helping the situation.

Within minutes you could hear the screeching tires of Eddie’s van pull into your driveway. You watched from the front window as he struggled to pull the keys from the ignition, rushing to get out as fast as he could. When he saw you carefully open the door for him he couldn’t help but run to you, wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace, his head buried in your chest and you could hear the slow sobs start once more.

“Ok, it’s ok. Shh, it’s ok…” You still had no idea what was happening.

All you knew was that Eddie was here, crying, panicked, scared, and he needed you.

You quickly shut the front door, clicking the lock and moving your arms around him once more, one hand moving to cradle the back of his head as you felt his tears start to soak through your shirt.

He was trembling, cold to the touch, and you were terrified not knowing what on this earth had made him feel this way. He was in a state that you had never seen him in before, and as painful as it was to not bombard him with every question you had floating around in your brain about what could possibly be making him like this, you let him be. He needed time, and what he needed now was someone to make him feel right again.

The moment you heard the sobs start to quiet and his breathing became slower, you carefully pulled yourself away, hand still on the back of his head to comfort him as his arms never left your sides,

“Shh, it’s alright. Take a few deep breaths ok?”

Eddie looked up to you and nodded, his bloodshot eyes slowly closing as he took a few shaky deep breaths. Your hands moved to his cheeks, wiping away the few stray tears that slipped through.

“You don’t have to tell me what happened right now,” Eddie opened his eyes as you held his cheeks, “but i need to know if you’re hurt, or if someone else is hurt…” You looked down to his Hellfire Club shirt, spotting a few stray droplets of blood, but Eddie seemed to be physically fine.

“Someone else…” The thought of whatever had happened made him muster up another quick sob.

“I’m glad you’re ok. We’ll worry about that in a little bit ok, right now let’s stand you up.” He nodded once more and your arms moved to hold onto his, trying to give him a reassuring smile as he did his best to slow his breathing back to normal, “Let’s go get you cleaned up, come with me.”

You still held onto his arm as you led him upstairs. This wasn’t the first time he had come over, he knew the layout of your home well, but you wouldn’t dare leave his side while he was in this state.

You slowly walked him down the hall and into the bathroom, letting him carefully sit on the toilet as you leaned over and fidgeted with the knobs for the faucet. Eddie leaned over, his elbows at his knees, palms at his forehead. His breathing had slowed finally, but he was quiet. You reached your hand beneath the faucet and once the water felt warm enough you pulled the curtain and started the shower for him, kneeling on the floor before him.

“Eddie?” He slowly moved his hands and looked to you, eyes still bloodshot with swollen cheeks from all the tears he had shed, “I know that whatever it is you’re going through isn’t easy, but all i want to do is help you. You know that right?”

He was still silent, but nodded.

“Take a shower, clean yourself up. I promise i’ll be nearby the whole time, and i’m going to come back in a few minutes with a towel and pajamas for you, ok?”

He nodded again, and you gave him another smile as you stood. You pushed the hair aside on his forehead and placed a gentle kiss to the space, and it seemed that this finally got a reaction out of him. His lips twitched at the corners, and you could see he wanted to smile back to you but he was just so exhausted.

You left the bathroom and shut the door behind you, standing there for just a moment to listen for anything. As soon as you heard a bit of shuffling and his clothes hitting the floor you smiled to yourself and wandered to the hall closet, grabbing a towel and then heading into your parents room to steal a pair of your dads pajama pants and an extra shirt for Eddie to change into. They’d be oversized and probably a little uncomfortable but they were better than nothing.

You walked back to the bathroom door, towel and clothes in hand, and waited. After a deep breath, and a quick shake just to get your nerves in place, your gently rapped your knuckles at the door,

“Eddie?” You opened the door just a crack, “I’m coming in, ok?”

You only heard a groan from him, but it was enough for you to enter once again. You saw his clothes piled up on the floor and placed the towel on top of the toilet, the extra pajamas on the counter. You could hear a few sounds from him through the curtain, a few groans and it sounded like he was doing his best to keep his composure. You left him to his business, grabbing his clothes off of the floor and quickly folding them into a pile and carrying them out with you, save for his underwear that you left with the extra pajamas for him.

“I’ll be in my room ok? Take all the time you need and i’ll be there when you’re done.” You said before stepping back out into the hall and softly closing the door behind you.

With one more deep breath you walked to your bedroom door, flicking the light switch on and leaving the door open for Eddie whenever he was finished and ready to come in. His clothes were placed on top of your dresser and you quickly wandered around to grab a few things for him. Extra pillow and blanket, a hair brush and some detangling solution, and you grabbed a few small snacks from your munchies stash under your bed for him to snack on. You didn’t know what he would’ve needed, but it was a good idea to be prepared for anything.

As you sat on your bed waiting for him you reached for the remote and switched on your TV, you heard the floorboards creaking at your door. Eddie was standing there in your doorway, towel in hand with his wet hair soaking the shoulders of the oversized shirt.

“Hey, come on in, close the door behind you.” You smiled to him, standing up and approaching him slowly, “Here, you take this, and i’ll take that,” You had handed him the TV remote and took the towel from his hands, leading him to the end of your bed, “you sit and find something to watch. Let me deal with your hair, i know you like how gentle i am with it.”

Eddie finally gave you a smile. A small one, but it was something. He sat at the end of your bed and you sat behind him on the mattress, reaching over and grabbing their hairbrush and detangler before lifting his wet hair and draping the towel over his shoulders.

He finally seemed calm as you sprayed the fruity scented detangler into his hair, gently brushing at the end in small sections as he finally found a channel to settle on. It was one of the local public access channels that showed old music videos while the host talked about all his favorite parts from the video afterwards. Music was always his happy place.

Eddie breathed deeply, quietly, sitting there before you with his eyes on the tv while you gently brushed his hair. He was always so grateful to have you to turn to when he wasn’t ok. Though it was odd to see him like this.

You had seen him cry when he was panicked over having to repeat another school year, you had seen him scared after Wayne found out he had swiped a few cans of beer from the fridge, but this was something new. This was a different kind of fear. He wasn’t trying to brave this one out and take it on the chest like he had before. It was like he had reverted to a scared little boy with no clue what to do or who to turn to. This was something he couldn’t face alone and he knew you knew that now.

You kept quiet as you finished with his hair, setting the brush down next to you and using the towel to scrunch his curls, gently pulling it off of his shoulders and bringing it to your hamper. He didn’t move as you went to sit next to him, only turning to you as you nudged his shoulder to grab his attention.

His face was still slightly puffy from the tears he had shed, his eyes were slightly pink, but his breathing was normal and that you were grateful for.

“Are you ok?”

His eyes wandered away from yours and he shook his head gently, still not speaking.

“Eddie, i know you might not think i’ll understand whatever it is you’re going through, but i want to understand. Please…” You moved yourself to sit in front of him, his view of the TV blocked by your form, “I just want to know what happened.”

Eddie clenched his eyes shut and took a deep breath, and as he opened his eyes they began to water once more,

“You won’t believe me…” He choked out.

You stood for a moment and quickly ran over to your nightstand, grabbing the box of tissues for him to use whenever he needed them.

“Yes i will.” You reassured him. “Eddie, i know you wouldn’t lie to me, but i don’t know what’s going to happen if you don’t tell me. You said someone else was hurt and i saw the blood on your clothes… If you did something-“

“I didn’t do anything!” He shouted, cutting you off mid-sentence.

You sat back on your legs and reached over to turn down the volume on the TV, sitting and waiting patiently for Eddie to be ready to finally tell you what the cause of all his panic was. You could sense that he was ready, it was just hard to find the words.

With one last deep breath he looked down at his hands in his lap,

“I was at the trailer with Chrissy, i met her after school and she said she was going through some stuff. Asked for something strong. I left her in the living room while i went to look for it and when i came back she was acting… different.”

You tried to move closer to him but he backed himself away.

“Different how?” You asked.

His lip started to quiver and his eyes were shut tight again.

“She was just standing there… silent. Her eyes were rolled back and then her feet just lifted off of the ground, but not like she was floating, like someone had picked her up but there was nothing… no one…”

You gave him time. He needed patience, and you could see that whatever happened next was what caused him to act the way he was. He was terrified of something, someone, but he didn’t know what or who.

“I tried to wake her up and see if maybe she was just freaking out or something but…” His lip quivered as he tried to collect himself, but it was clear that this was an event he was having to relive every time he closed his eyes, “She floated up to the ceiling and it was like…” He started to hyperventilate again, and you inched closer, reaching out and gently grasping his arm, though this time he didn’t move away, “it was like something was inside her, breaking every bone in her body…” He couldn’t stop the flow of tears, and you couldn’t bear to have this go on any longer. Though it sounded crazy, Eddies reactions weren’t making it seem crazy.

“Ok, ok, you don’t have to tell me anymore, it’s alright.”

Eddie quickly wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in close as he sobbed into your shoulder. You held him gently, slowly moving your fingers through his hair to try and comfort him. It always worked before.

“You don’t have to tell me any more…”

You said to him quietly, the music on the TV softly playing in the background was helping slightly to dull the horrific reaction Eddie was having to this memory.

A few moments had gone by, and though he was no where near better, his breathing was slowing and the tears were slowly stopping. Or maybe he just didn’t have any left in him.

“You think i’m crazy, don’t you?” He said through slow breaths.

“No.” You said plainly, “I don’t think you’re crazy Eddie. It sounds unreal but… with how you’ve been reacting i don’t see anything else making sense…”

It was an insane scene to think about. It sounded like something straight out of a horror movie, and those things were fine, they weren’t real. But this was. And Eddie was horrified.

“Did you call anyone else about this? Did you tell the guys or the police?”

“No…” He whimpered, hiding his head back into your shoulder, “I ran… I didn’t know what else to do or who else to go to…”

“Eddie,” You carefully lifted his face away from your shoulder, grabbing a tissue and wiping away the tears that trailed down his cheeks, “I know it’s scary, but you have to go to the police.”

“I can’t…”

“Yes you can.”

“I can’t, they’ll know i did it!” He shouted.

“You didn’t do anything!” You shouted back, quieting him once more, “I’ll go with you, i’ll vouch for you, i’ll say that you saw her earlier in the day and then you came over afterwards, i know you couldn’t have done something like this Eddie.”

“No.” He said it with no emotion between every word you were saying, “No, no, no. You are NOT lying to the police for me (y/n).”

“Then what are you going to do?”

Eddie was silent for a moment, sniffling as he recollected himself. He brought his knees up to his chest and looked down into his lap,

“I don’t know… They’re going to think it was me anyways…”

“Don’t say that!”

He could hear in your voice that talking about this was making you more and more worried for him. That’s the last thing he wanted.

“I’ll figure something out.”

You were quiet.

Neither of you were sure how to go about something like this.

You moved yourself to sit back next to him, your legs crossed in front of you as you fidgeted with your fingers in your lap. The quiet music on the TV was fading in and out and as the song played, somehow it managed to calm both your nerves, at least a little bit. You slowly leaned over and put your head onto his shoulder as you sat together, bringing your hand up to wipe away a single tear that had fallen from your eye. But of course once the first one started, it was difficult to stop. Eddie only noticed your tears after he heard a few muffled sniffles from next to him.

He looked over to you and saw the wetness at your cheeks and reached one arm around your shoulder to pull you in closer,

“Why are you crying?”

“Because,” Another sniffle as you reached up to wipe your eyes, “I’m worried about you…”

The corners of Eddie’s lips curled up into a small smile as he rested his head on top of yours,

“It’ll be alright… I promise.”

You silently nodded, looking up at him with a pursed smile through your wet eyes. You didn’t know if he would be alright, but Eddie wasn’t the type to lie. Especially not to you.

With a deep breath, you slowly shut your eyes and let out a yawn, Eddie catching it and doing it himself a moment later.

“Why don’t we get to bed?” You offered, “We’ll get everything figured out in the morning.”

Eddie nodded, slowly getting up and stretching his arms over his head as you stood up next to him.

You wandered over to your bed, grabbing a few pillows and holding them in your arms as you started to pull one of the blankets away for Eddie to use before he stopped you,

“Wait! Um…” He was hesitant for a moment, but you let him take his time, “Could i uh… If you’re ok with it-“

“Do you want to sleep in bed with me?” You cut him off, seeing that he was a bit uncomfortable at the thought of having to ask. He nodded and you smiled to him as you placed the pillows back into their spots, “Of course you can.”

You pulled the covers back to make room for him as he wandered to the other side of your bed. He’d stayed the night plenty of times before, but never like this. Just the two of you sharing a bed. The thought of it made his heart flutter, and maybe under different circumstances he might even consider it a romantic thing between you with the music helping the mood. But he was just happy that you cared so much for him.

He didn’t know if you liked him or not, but he knew that you loved each other.

“Go ahead and make yourself comfortable.” You fluffed up his pillows as he sat at the edge of your bed, grabbing the remote as you walked over to Eddie’s side, “Here. Put on anything you want, i’m going to go downstairs really quick and make sure everything is locked up ok?”

Eddie nodded as he took the remote from you, closing his eyes gently as you pushed his hair back from his forehead and placed a gentle kiss onto the skin,

“I’ll be right back, but just in case, you call me if you need me ok?”

He nodded once more, the corners of his lips curling into a smile as he watched you leave the room. The quiet music and the sound of your fading footsteps somehow made him forget about the incident. Or at least forget as much of it as he could.

He kept his attention on the TV, listening to the music play to get his mind off of everything else that had happened that night. He didn’t know what he was going to do, but he knew that he couldn’t have you getting hurt because of him too.

He looked at the remote in his hands and fidgeted with the buttons for a moment, looking back up at the door as he heard you enter the upstairs hallway and close your bedroom door behind you.

“All locked up.” You said with a smile.

Eddie smiled back and took a deep breath as he set the remote onto the nightstand next to your bed.

“Want to keep the TV on?” You asked as another song started to play.

Drive by The Cars.

Eddie nodded and pulled the covers up over himself, settling into bed, yet keeping his eyes on you. He needed to make sure he had you in his sight, just in case. You reached out and turned off the light switch, the glow from the TV softly illuminating your room.

It was strange.

You’d dreamt of a moment like this before.

Eddie in bed with you, safe and comforted, though you never had imagined it would happen like this.

You slowly walked over to your side of the bed, lifting the covers and laying yourself next to Eddie as he sat with his back against the pillows resting on the headboard. He had been staring at nothing and yet he seemed like he had been seeing everything at once. Glazed over with both fear and exhaustion. All you wanted to do was help, Eddie knew that, but a situation like this was so hard to read.

“Hey,” You said softly up to him, his head turning to look down to you, “lay down. I want to talk to you for a second, ok?”

Eddie slowly moved his body downward, lifting the covers up as he adjusted himself next to you, trying so desperately to keep himself at a respectful distance. His face was close to yours, noses so close to touching, and you could feel the warmth of his body as it lay close. Even in times like this he still kept so warm.

“I’m scared too… I don’t know what it is that you saw, but i promise you that i’ll do everything i can to make sure you’re safe.”

“(y/n), you don’t have to do that-“

“I do.” You cut him off sternly, “Eddie, i love you. I care about you. The only other time you’ve ever come to my house freaked out was when Wayne caught you swapping out his vodka because you didn’t know alcohol froze.” Eddie smiled to himself as he remembered that night, knowing he fully deserved his punishment for doing something that stupid, “Whatever happened, i know you didn’t do it. I know you. Do you have anywhere else you can stay? Some place safer?”

Eddie thought to himself for a moment. He didn’t know. He had a million things racing through his head, before finally looking to you and nodding his head. You were unsure of his answer, but you didn’t want to keep prying.

“I don’t want to tell you what to do Eddie, but you really need to tell someone what happened.” You reached your hand up and gently held his cheek, and you could see that though he didn’t know what he needed, he needed you to be there with him, “I just want you to be ok…”

He could hear the cracking of your voice, knowing how hard you were trying to hold back your emotions, but it was terrifying. For him, for you, and for god knows who else this may have happened to.

Eddie reached up and grasped your hand in his, holding it tightly as he looked to your eyes,

“I promise i’ll be ok.”

You couldn’t tell if he meant it, but you nodded as you looked to him. He wanted to be ok, and you knew he could take care of himself, but when Eddie needed help you knew it was serious. You just hoped he’d be able to come out of this unharmed.

Eddie took a deep breath and moved his hand to the back of your head, raising his lips and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. His arms slowly wrapped around your body, pulling you in close, and as he moved himself closer to you it was clear he was starting to cry again. Softly. Quietly.

Your arms moved around him and held him tightly, one hand slowly moving through his hair as the other gently scratched over his shoulders to comfort him,

“Shh, it’s ok…” His quiet sobs and whimpers only made you hug him closer, “I’m right here with you, you’re safe, i promise…”

It would take a while before either of you would get any sleep, you figured as much when Eddie ran through your door and into your arms. He needed someone there and you were so happy to be the person he came to, wether you knew how to help him or not.

As you lay in each others arms, the slow song playing softly from the TV soon was able to lull you both to sleep.

Every now and then throughout the night, Eddie would wake up in a cold sweat, seeing the scene that had unfolded before his eyes earlier. He’d look around the room, see you sleeping so soundly in his arms, and he’d calm down.

He was safe where he was.

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Drunken Confessions

Week 2: Drunken Confessions (One-shot)

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Word count: ~3100 words

Synopsis: After saving the world, the party holds a drunken celebration at the Elfsong. Goofy chaos ensues and Alina (Tav) in her heavily inebriated state confesses her feelings to Astarion.

Tags/Warnings: Named Fem! Tav (Alina), OC Tav with backstory and defined personality, rogue half-elf Tav, spawn Astarion, spoilers for act3, spoilers for the ending of the game, side character Gale, Shadowheart, Lae’zel, Minsc, Jaheira, Halsin and Minthara, reckless alcohol consumption, minor dubcon cause one of them is absolutely blasted, but it’s mostly innocent little kissies on the cheeks etc, attempts at comedy.

Extra special thanks to @charmandabear for helping me by proofreading, fixing grammar errors and giving me insight on how to better my writing!

The party arrived safely back to what remained of the Elfsong. The tavern had been spared from most of the chaos of battle, its structure intact, but a part of its roof collapsed and a couple of its walls with gaping holes in it – almost a fit metaphor for the state of the party.

Karlach and Wyll went off to Avernus and the Emperor disappeared. Astarion had to make a brief vanishing act to escape the sun, emerging back into the group only after Gale located the spellbook that allowed him to cast darkness.

Alina had started crying when Astarion made a run for it and Karlach almost burnt alive. She calmed briefly after each of their little problems was solved, but didn’t stop fully until after they had all settled in the Elfsong.

Lae’zel attempted to voice her plans to leave once they were done, but felt too bad to actually commit once Alina took both of her hands into her own, eyes leaking and lips trembling, shaking her head.

It postponed the githyanki’s departure, possibly indefinitely.

The rest of the party didn’t voice their need to leave, or at least hid any such plans as to not upset Alina even further. After all, they had just barely saved the world and they had a celebration to attend to.

Despite its worn down status, the Elfsong was a sight for sore eyes and the innkeeper was more than happy to return to his everyday job serving food and drinks, instead of fending off against mindflayers and their minions.

The group settled within the tavern’s torn down walls, chose a table and began their celebration with a round of drinks.

“To Karlach and Wyll!” hailed Gale to honor their friends.

“To Karlach and Wyll!” the group repeated and toasted their drinks together.

Alina downed her pint in one go like a thirsty sailor, slamming the empty vessel back against the table, much to everyone’s surprise. She wiped away the foam clinging under her nose and hiccuped loudly. The group broke into laughter and toasted again. Alina giggled, hiccuping again, her small frame already swaying.

All drinks were on the house and the merry making escalated rapidly as the day progressed into the afternoon. Alina managed to down another pint almost immediately after the first one, prompting Shadowheart to ban her from drinking anything else for a while.

“It’s for Karlach and… Wyll… They would have wanted for us to… to… be happy and not sad after winning.” Alina was already partially slurring some of her words, surprising even herself.

“And they would want us to also not die of alcohol poisoning while doing so, I’m sure,” Shadowheart reminded Alina, patting her in the back while holding her own freshly poured cup of wine in the other.

This seemed to work and kept Alina from drinking for a good while, coming down to a comfortable buzz after Gale convinced her to eat something to soak up the alcohol.

She wasn’t much of a drinker in her free time and thus didn’t have much experience when it came to drinking. She did a lot of taste testing and sampled each concoction carefully before deciding if she liked it, only finishing those she did. She got her samples by stealing from the cups of her friends, mostly from Gale.

She distracted him by hugging him first, then poked him on the shoulder from behind, duping him into turning towards the non existent person trying to get his attention, allowing her to take a loud slurp from the goblet in his hands.

Gale chuckled at Alina’s antics but loudly reprimanded her with a couple choice words after falling for her cheap trick for the third time, forcing Shadowheart to come and help put a stop to the blatant drink thievery, only to end up as the next victim.

She forced a giggling Alina to sit down with her around a lone table, closely monitoring the rogue with both of her arms crossed, a full wine goblet in front of her. Alina had her own goblet full of water in front of her, but when Shadowheart’s attention inevitably faltered, the rogue used the moment to swap their drinks.

Shadowheart turned to watch Alina gleefully down her supposed goblet of water and smiled approvingly, taking a victorious sip of her own, quickly finding out the trickery.

What followed was a full on pursuit with Shadowheart and Gale chasing after Alina while she went on a wild alcohol motivated crime spree, stealing as many sips from as many of her friend’s drinks as she could. Laughter rumbled from all over the tavern that had slowly filled up with more patrons as the day progressed.

After getting apprehended by none other than Halsin and told to slow down, Alina calmed down like a tamed feral kitten, already feeling the booze take effect. Shadowheart and Gale sighed of relief, settling into their own merry-making, knowing for certain that Halsin’s gentle authority would keep Alina in line, and it did.

She slowed down remarkably, most definitely due to her absolutely hammered state.

She was mostly a giddy drunk, happily singing and dancing around the tavern with everyone who would engage with her. However, her joy would take a brief, yet intense nosedive whenever she remembered their missing companions, oftentimes triggering the moodswing herself by trying to find either Karlach or Wyll. She would sink to a low, depressive slouch, ugly crying until comforted and reminded that despite being forced to leave, they were both still alive and well.

Hopefully.

But that was something nobody wanted to add.

After the fourth bout of crying, it was Jaheira’s turn to console Alina, - Gale, Shadowheart, and Halsin had each had their turns already. In a rare motherly fashion, the druid decided it was better for the rogue to take a break from drinking and sit down at the sidelines to separate her from all the wild partying of the others.She tutted at the young half-elf while guiding her under her arm away from the loud center of the tavern, soothing her with druidic words of wisdom about “rivers always finding the sea at the end” and “strong roots that joined trees that were distances apart.”

Alina sniffled and nodded at her, allowing herself to be seated in one of the quieter corners of the tavern, right next to Astarion. The vampire was lounging in one of the more comfortable seats the tavern had to offer, a leather armchair with a small foot rest.

He was swirling his wine in a goblet, one empty bottle next to him and another one halfway done on the table, terribly bored being his inability to get drunk in the traditional way.

He raised an eyebrow seeing Jaheira half carrying a clearly very drunk Alina to sit next to him.

“Keep an eye on her and don’t let her drink anymore.” Jaheira gestured towards Alina.

“...What? I’m not a-”

A loud crash sounded off from the other end of the tavern. Minsc had accidentally broken a table by drunkenly trying to demonstrate a handstand upon it, shattering a bunch of wine bottles, glasses and a couple pints on his way down towards the floor through it.

“Minsc is fine! No worries friends!” the ranger called from the floor while groaning, sounding remarkably sober but struggling to orient himself.

Boo squeaked something from the front counter, safely tucked inside a small, makeshift hanging swing with a biscuit in its paws.

“Ah, Boo! Your wisdom is truly boundless!” Minsc exclaimed, and supposedly tried to follow the hamster’s advice by rolling himself over, somehow failing.

Lae’zel, though nearby, was of no help, being absolutely smashed after winning a drinking contest against a couple dwarves that Shadowheart had goaded her into. The githyanki was muttering incomprehensible things in her native tongue, while clumsily offering the drunk ranger still struggling on the floor a chair to continue the handstand demonstration on, all the while barely staying on her own two feet.

A heavily wine-tipsy Shadowheart sat next to the two, too busy laughing at the fallen ranger and the fumbling githyanki to try to help. She laughed hard enough to double over and ended up falling on the floor herself.

Gale was unable to help as he had been passed out for more than an hour after enjoying one glass of wine too many. He laid on his front on the floor near the fireplace, half-naked, all limbs spread open like a starfish.

Halsin was nowhere to be seen at first glance, but one could spot a snoring bear surrounded by a pile of empty honey mead bottles under the table near the counter.

Minthara sat smirking at the chaos from the opposite end of the tavern. Legs crossed on top of a table, wine glass in hand, unwilling to meddle and ruin the wild entertainment her companions provided her, while Scratch laid sleeping under her chair.

Jaheira snapped her attention back towards Astarion and gestured towards the chaos that had unraveled before them, beckoning him to go sort out the mess in her stead. The vampire spawn wrinkled his nose at the wordless suggestion, leaned back on his chair, extended his arm towards Alina and gave her shoulder a couple small clumsy pats, content on his less burdensome task. Jaheira scoffed at him and went to sort out the drunken mess.

Astarion watched the druid leave and emptied his wine goblet before turning to look at Alina. She was slowly getting over her most recent crying fit while Jaheira began to put things and people in order in the background.

Astarion gave Alina the best smile he could muster, uncomfortable and unsure how to approach the situation. He cleared his throat to get her attention.

“Darling, you look awful.”

Alina just nodded at him.

“… I know,” she sniffled and rubbed her swollen eyes.

She raised her head to stare at nothing in particular and contemplated her words before speaking up again.

“Is just… I love them so much. Wyll and Karlach. The Emperor too… well. The Emperor… in a way, sort of. I think,” Alina babbled and blinked, her inebriated state giving her great difficulty in grasping her thoughts.“I miss them already.”

Astarion nodded and refilled his wine goblet.“Well, there’s nothing much we can do for any of them at the moment. What’s done is done. The Netherbrain is defeated and the tadpoles are gone. Hooray for victory,” he sighed bitterly while taking another useless gulp of wine.

Alina caught him off guard when she suddenly climbed into his lap, practically draping herself over him. He had to put down his goblet to use both of his arms to prevent her from falling off.

“...sorry,” Alina mumbled against his shoulder.

“Pardon?” Astarion asked blankly while securing her against himself.

“I’m sorry… you can’t walk under the sun… anymore, it must have been painful...” she lifted her face to speak clearer and hugged him tighter.

“Oh, darling, that…”

“I love you too, you know.”

Astarion froze and stopped breathing for a solid minute. He would have liked to see Alina’s face, but she had leaned it out of view over his shoulder. He turned his head slowly towards her, burying his nose into her brown locks. She smelled of fresh apples, vanilla, booze and saltwater. A strange combination that shouldn’t have smelled as nice as it did.

“It’s not fair… You deserve happiness, true happiness…after everything… you went through,” she continued, caressing his back up and down in comforting motions. “I’m sorry we didn’t find… a solution, and you got hurt.” Alina’s fingers dug into the back of his jacket, crumpling it in her sloppy grasp.

Astarion was speechless. He felt his head slump against Alina’s, his arms hesitantly holding her back. He nodded, barely moving his head as he swallowed dryly.

Jaheira, in the meantime, was almost done getting everyone back up, patiently reprimanding Minsc for causing destruction, helping Shadowheart up from the ground and commanding Lae’zel to sit on the chair she was still holding onto.

“Well darling, if it’s any consolation…”

Alina hiccuped loudly, interrupting him.

Astarion rubbed her back.

“...As I was saying, if it-”

Alina hiccuped loudly again.

She pulled her upper body away from Astarion and met his gaze, eyes wide.

“Uh-HIC-huh?”

Astarion sucked in his lips for a brief moment, trying to keep himself from laughing. Alina hiccuped again while waiting for him to finish.

“I’m going to hold my breath.” Alina stated, drunkenly confident.

“I don’t think it’s a…”

But Alina had already inhaled deeply and was puffing out her cheeks, trying to hold her breath. Astarion had trouble keeping his composure. Another hiccup made Alina jump in place and she frowned with annoyance before she stubbornly inhaled more air into her lungs. Astarion stopped breathing alongside her, like a strange show of camaraderie.

Her face began to turn red, but the hiccup didn’t let up.

“Unlike me, you will eventually suffocate if you do not breathe, sweetheart,” Astarion reminded helpfully.

Alina shook her head at him, eyes scrunched shut so tightly she could pass for a mummy.

She hiccuped again.

The fury in Alina’s eyes was comically over the top when she was forced to exhale and start breathing again, the hiccup undefeated.

Astarion burst into laughter.

The momentary disappointment in Alina’s face was taken over by confusion, then a curious humor.

“What? Is my -HIC- struggle -HIC- funny to -HIC- you?” Alina chuckled to herself, trying to feign anger at Astarion.

“Oh yes. Yes it is, my sweet.” Astarion grinned wide, all sharp fangs interrupting rows of perfect teeth.

Alina grinned with him, still hiccuping every now and then.

“I… love hearing you laugh,” Alina said, somehow managing to stifle the hiccup.

Astarion settled, searching through Alina’s joyful gaze with his own.

“And seeing you grin like that,” she paused, pressing a finger against Astarion’s upper lip, parting it slightly to show one of his fangs.

Her focus was intense enough to forget about the hiccups.

“I think... your fangs are cute. Makes me think of… kissing them. Sometimes.” Alina focused on his lips and went quiet.

Her hiccups stopped, but she didn’t notice.

Alina began forming useless shapes with her mouth, face reddening while clearly struggling to think. She blinked rapidly, as if it would somehow help her form more coherent thoughts. Her eyes began to flicker between Astarion’s eyes and mouth.

“I… think about... kissing you… a lot, actually.”

Alina’s gaze met Astarion’s again, this time maintaining eye contact. She licked her lips and giggled shyly. Astarion nodded silently and licked his own lips, eyes staring unblinkingly at Alina. He raised a hand to gently cup her cheek, brushing his thumb over her freckles.

“Then… why don’t you?”

Alina’s smile was gone in an instant. The rest of her face bloomed red, the blush creeping all the way down to her neck and up to the tips of her ears. She swallowed nervously and grew hesitant.

“W-would it… be alright…?” she asked as a strained whisper.

Astarion smirked and tilted his head, raising a curious brow at her. He watched as Alina breathed slowly in front of him, waiting for his answer. He could hear the way her heart hammered inside her chest, pumping heated, alcohol filled blood through her veins. Even wasted beyond reason, she was still adorably considerate.

“If you want to.”

“W-where… would it be… alright to?”

“Anywhere you want, sweet Alina…” he purred her name and drank in the way she practically melted on his lap.

Alina nodded, the unfocused look in her eyes telling him that his words barely registered. She gave him a shy smile, then turned serious before lifting a clumsy hand to map out his face.

Astarion watched as Alina trailed her fingers up along his cheek, over his temple and brushed through some of the unruly curls covering his pointy ears. Her eyes met his gaze again and she gave him another shy, earnest grin.

“…cute,” she said and leaned closer to his face.

Her expression turned thoughtful once again as her fingertips brushed along Astarion’s cool skin, feeling it over like delicate silk. She finally shut her eyes and pressed a soft kiss on the hollow of his cheek, just below his cheekbone.

She pulled away with her face lowered, giggling like crazy. Astarion couldn’t help but grin with her.

“Is that all?” he asked her.

Alina’s alcohol-hazed thoughts scattered even more upon his question. Her golden eyes gleamed with reserved interest and she bit on her lower lip, shaking her head slowly.

“Well, go ahead then, love.”

Some kind of suffocated sound escaped Alina’s lungs before she nodded and raised a shaky hand to cup his face again. She pressed a soft kiss on his other cheek this time, pulled back with an unsure look, then kissed his cheek slightly higher after he blinked in confirmation.

From there, she didn’t need more encouragement and showered Astarion with kisses all over his face, his temples, forehead, jawline and even the tip of his nose, tactfully avoiding the area near his lips.

Her breath smelled heavily of a variety of different kinds of booze and her lips left warm, slightly moist patches wherever she pressed them.

Alina pulled away and tried to blink away the delirium caused by the kissing, cheeks deliciously flushed, lips gleaming slightly. Astarion maintained a smile throughout the whole show of affection, finding himself humming when Alina kissed closer to his ears.

Alina brushed her thumb against his chin and pressed one final kiss inside the borders of his laugh lines.She pulled back heaving and grinned.

“I… I think I’m drunk.”

Astarion chuckled.

“You think so?”

Alina nodded, dead serious.

“What do you want to do now, miss drunk?”

“I want to…”

Alina squirmed on Astarion’s lap and nestled herself against his chest, head rested just under the side of his jaw, eyes gazing upwards at him adoringly.

“I want to stay here, if it’s… alright with you?”

“Hmm-mmh. Perfectly fine, sweetheart.”

Alina smiled and placed her open palm against his chest.

“I love you a lot, you know.”

“I… think I do, darling,” he smiled down at her, raised a hand, and hesitated briefly before brushing it through her hair.

“Hmmm,” Alina hummed and leaned into the touch.

For the rest of the evening, Alina sat comfortably in Astarion’s embrace, lounging with him on the leather armchair in their private little corner, slowly sobering up while trying to sneak sips from his wine goblet and being tricked into drinking water instead.

She would thank him later for it, suffering a milder hangover compared to everyone else who drank.

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deltadream · 2 years ago

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Have a continuation on my thoughts about the What if Akivili Never Died AU, first thought of by @ryn-halo26

This is just what I think Akivili thinks of the people in HSR

The Astral Express

Trailblazer

Their new kid!

They think they're interesting. Considering Akivili had been around a very long time, when something new happens they'll get interested. A human hosting a stellaron? Definitely new and interesting. Akivili probably knows just how much damage stellarons can do, since it had once damaged some of the Astral Express's rails, so considering a person can host one? Yeah they're keeping their eye on them. Other then that though, I'd expect Akivili to treat them like another of their kids (the Express crew). After all, the Trailblazer's on a journey too!

March 7th

March! Precious baby March!!

That's probably it. To Akivili March is the baby. They join March in everything she does, from juice making to shopping, if March asks them to, of course. I think Akivili may or may not have somewhat of an idea of where she came from but they can't really pin point where exactly. Nevertheless, whenever Akivili and March go out to have fun, expect another member of the crew to tag along, if only to make sure the two of them don't get extra chaotic

Dan Heng (leaks + spoilers)

Their quiet child!!

To them Dan Heng is somewhat of a mystery. They are aware that he is a vidyadhara, since they probably knew Long and so knew their progeny. Yes, Dan Heng doesn't look like a vidyadhara but they knew very well what Long felt like, and all of Long's children had that same feeling, albeit fainter, but still there. Akivili doesn't know why Dan Heng was exiled from the Luofu, because that had to be the only reason why he didn't want to go back, and they pressed the reason out of him, but they never said anything. The Astral Express was open to all, even those who were running away from their past.

Welt Yang

The eldest of their kids!!

If Dan Heng was running away from his past, Welt was running towards it. Welt and his strange companion had been their first passengers in a long time, Himeko did not count, and even after the strange companion left without a goodbye, Welt stayed and continued on with Akivili and Himeko. There had been something odd about him, but after some pressing it seemed? to be fine. Well, being able to create anything just by knowing how it worked, including black holes? Welt was a strange man, but a well meaning one. Akivili was still so very curious about his home planet, perhaps when they arrived there they would go around and find out how exactly it worked.

Himeko

Their precious child!!!

Himeko meant a lot to Akivili, as the one who not only fixed their train, but also looked after them while they slowly recovered. She had also been the first person to walk on their Path in such a long time. So yes, Himeko is their favourite, no doubt about it. They still love the rest of their crew though. But as the first person who reignited their drive to Trailblaze across the Universe, Himeko would always have a special place in their train.

Pom Pom

Their little friend!!!

Pom Pom has always been there, but dear Pom Pom was no fixer, so it was no surprise that they'd disappear. Where, Akivili had no idea, but at least the little bunny had been safe. How warm their heart was, when they travelled together again, just like the old times.

Gonna do some more characters later :)

#akivili #honkai star rail #honkaistarrail #hsr trailblazer #hsr march 7th #hsr dan heng #hsr welt #hsr himeko #hsr pompom #trailblazer #march 7th #dan heng #welt yang #himeko #pom pom #hsr akivili #astral express

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angelofchaos001 · 5 months ago

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Meet Shale!

Okay I made a proper introductory post for Shale! (Schist will come once I figure out their design) I'll make them a separate post for all the dialogue I came up with.

some spoilers for the game but not a lot, also tagging time: @doodlebug091 @mellow-mooon @sawyer-is-eepy @a-crawling-chaos (Just poking at my followers/moots who I know like Outer Wilds)

Alright! Let's start the bidding at this beauty of a reference. I know it's got some messy colors and no I don't know which layer the two random dots are on to erase them, but I'm proud because I drew this without needing to reference someone else's posing art. I just used my own arms and legs to figure it out and winged it and it looks like a person. I'm proud.

While we're on the topic, I might as well discuss my thought process for their design. This is Shale when they're not busy exploring dangerous ice asteroids. I tried to make the design look comfortable, and that's the main thought behind it. Shale likes scarves. They like fingerless gloves. They like baggier shorts. They despise long pants. They don't like wearing bright colors. They like grays and browns. It's Shale in their peak of comfort.

And then we've got this one! Also done without a pose reference. I actually did draw a whole spacesuit originally, but then covered it up with that big coat they're wearing. Anyway, Shale's suit is designed to be bulky, thick, insulted, everything they'd need to explore space properly. But to add onto that, they brought the scarf and coat for extra warmth on the Interloper. A lot of their patchwork fixes were done by them on the fly, and they even made their viola case all on their own. Shale uses yellow as their bright coloration because they hate the color orange. They have a ton of rope, ice picks, and grippy boots because they knew they were going to an ice place. And that antennae on their helmet is meant to pick up distant signals, so far it has not picked up anything new.

Now it's time for what nobody came here for, the infodump about their history and personality!

Shale developed a fascination with space at a very young age. Extremely young. All it took was young Shale getting one look through a telescope to become completely obsessed with the idea that they, someday, would join the well-known travelers out there and do something legendary. Sometimes, when things lined up right, Shale got to opportunity to talk to the travelers over radio. They loved hearing stories of Feldspar's glory and dreamed to be immortalized like they were.

Once they were allowed to join Outer Wilds Ventures and start learning how to be an astronaut, Shale wasted no time being both a delight to teach and an absolute headache to watch over. Whenever they weren't learning or doing their part in the village (Shale helped keep the observatory clean), they were working on their own little project. With some help from Slate, they attempted to make a jetpack just like the spacesuits had. They got precisely two attempts at this before they were shut down, but the first attempt went off mostly fine. Despite the device not working, Shale landed mostly safely in the water and their only injuries were some scrapes and a sprained ankle.

Shale never stopped writing new ideas, but didn't physically attempt any more jetpacks for a while. Instead, they focused on studying and getting closer to the other trainees they were learning alongside. They did grow close to the protagonist, and another recruit named Tin, though weren't able to click as well with the slightly older hearthians, Schist and Bismuth. Most of their time was still spent with their mentors, but whenever hatchling wasn't working with Hal on the translator, Shale liked to be around them.

When they were a little older and nearing the end of their training, Shale made their second attempt at the jetpack, and came out with a promising result. However, this attempt went far poorer than the previous one. For one, they moved the attempt location to avoid being caught by anyone, sneaking away to some of the further-out geysers with Tin (in case something impossibly went wrong). They even snuck a spacesuit (yoinked from the Zero-G cave), since their plan was to launch from a geyser and leave the planet, just for a moment (They didn't take the jetpack there because the entire point here was testing theirs).

The plan went smoothly, with Shale indeed getting launched from the geyser and coming close to leaving the orbit of the planet, except for the part where their jetpack failed. Catastrophically. It actually exploded on their back, pretty much destroying the "borrowed" suit, but more critically, burning Shale badly. Luckily, they had brought someone else with them, so Tin was able to (try and) catch them so the fall wouldn't kill 'em and then get help for them.

Shale got taken to be medically treated, and everyone agrees they're incredibly lucky to have survived as well as they did. In spite of the massive burns, the suit protected them from the worst of it and it was really only their back that got hurt severely. While the smaller burns along their neck and arms healed fine, much of their back burns scarred and took a lot of time and effort to heal.

So. Obviously Shale got in massive trouble.

Such trouble that not only did they move their launch date back (both for recovery reasons and punishment reasons) significantly, but the others considered forcing Shale out of the space program. In the end, Shale was allowed to stay a recruit as long as they 1) Did not try that again 2) Agreed not to sneak around again 3) Helped repair the suit they'd broken and 4) Spent some time after healing not being in the program (think getting suspended). While in this suspension period, Shale got to watch Schist launch off, still fantasizing about that being them.

Shortly after Schist was Bismuth, and as Shale's own launch date approached they were eager. Tin launched a few days before their own, and so Shale spent a lot of time reassuring them that it'd be fine and they'd do great things. Eventually, it was finally Shale's turn. After camping with Slate (and having an amazing conversation about 'Why did you do the stupid thing' - 'Why did you let me do the stupid thing'), they set off for their ambition: The Interloper. They were determined to find out where it came from.

This ambition proved harder than they'd thought, but it didn't deter Shale from their goal. They became an avid studier of ghost matter by extension of their Interloper studies, and theorized a lot about what happened to the core of the asteroid and it's origins. They also spent some time studying how to make ships designed for deep space, hoping that the frozen Nomai ship they found on the asteroid could hold the answer for that.

Some time later, Tin sent everyone frantic radio messages to come back to Timber Hearth and that they'd discovered something new. Tin desperately tried to explain how they'd found a new hidden spinning disk thing, but as time passed with Tin being unable to provide real evidence, Hearthians began dismissing their claims. Shale was one of the last to give up on Tin's ideas, but eventually waved them off as mad like everyone else. They feel bad for Tin and their situation, but don't disagree with their grounding and truly believe their friend went a little crazy.

After that, some time passed, and then we hit the events of the game. They did radio Hatchling plenty of reassuring words before their launch, though!

#outer wilds #outer wilds spoilers #outer wilds oc #outer wilds hearthian #Im a lil beast who makes OC's

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sabine-smitten-obviously · 6 months ago

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And now i want my neck bitten ...

... and can pls somebody help me with the heat???

Hello my lovely co-readers! I fell into my first A/B/O-fanfic and what can i say ... I have another fanfic-review or more ff-recommendation for you!

Mark of the serpent by @naromoreau and @summerofspock

Whats it about:

Prince Aziraphale is about to be crowned King of Angelhaven when he's taken captive by pirates. When he's sold as a pleasure slave to King Crowley, ruler of the nation readying for war with his, he is forced to keep his identity a secret as he tries to find a way home and keep peace. But not everything at King Crowley's court is as it seems and Aziraphale will have to face machinations of a Royal Court that are far more complex than he had thought. A Captive Prince AU with an omegaverse twist.

What i love about it:

❤️Well, for starters - this is my very first contact with the Omegaverse. I never read anything like this before.

Basically in this story it means that Crowley is an Omega, he is a male but can get pregnant (yes i googled it and yes there are even explanatory pages for that ... 😅 i just took it as given and read on). Aziraphale is a male Alpha. I have come across some A/B/O-stories so far but never started them. Why here? Well because of the plot - Aziraphale a prince and Crowley a King - and Az becoming a pleasure slave? I am sorry, but who am I to resist?

The whole setting is already like a tale, so this makes it a lot easier to just take Omegaverse in additionally.

🤷‍♀️That said if you never have read something like this before, mind the tags. Though i would like to add: i only read stories with happy ends and sometimes the tags are even a bit off-scaring and i am truly happy i just looked at the "eventual happy ending"-tag and dove right in.

❤️When you read the summary you already know the ending, right? I mean a prince, a king, rivaling kingdoms - come on! BUT - as always its the way how we get there and the plot here is twisted, which i found quite interesting.

🤔There is also a bit of tension here, you might even call it angst - i have to admit in the last third i once went back to check on the tags if it really predicted a happy ending. Go through with it - its worth it!

❤️Without any spoilers - there is quite a span where Aziraphale has to earn Crowleys trust and love. And though i sometimes thought Crowley was a bit overreacting (i think Demon Crowley wouldnt have been able to resist Aziraphale for so long 😂) - i actually found it very healing for ME to see Ziraphe so stable and safe in his love for Crowley.

🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️

OMG the explicit scenes! You have to know that in Omegaverse Omegas go into heat and Alphas into rut. You can imagine what happens to explicit scenes when the hormones kick in on top ... I think i am going in heat, too 😂

Look out for:

🤓a little bonus!!! there is an extra fanfic, one shot, telling Crowleys perspective on the first shared heat!

My favorite quote:

“Acceptance is a powerful thing. Once I accepted I could never stop loving you, things got easier.”

So if you like tales, are into very explicit scenes and want to give Omegaverse a try, this probably is a very good and easy start for you!

I am absolutely hooked and will look for more GOOFF (good-omens-omegaverse-fanfics) now. If you have some recs, pls comment!!! 🤗

Reading is not a hobby - it´s an attitude.🤍

#ineffable husbands #good omens #crowley #fanfic #good omens fanfic rec #good omens fanfiction #good omens fic #good omens omegaverse #omegaverse #alpha beta omega #book recommendations #books and reading #aziraphale loves crowley #reading #goodreads

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aihoshiino · 4 months ago

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"So, are you... waiting for someone?" Ai asked after a few moments of comfortable silence, when it became apparent the little girl wasn't going to volunteer any information about herself without prompting. "No." she answered crisply. "Visiting." Ah, that explained the outfit. Maybe she'd been dressed up by her parents to look extra presentable for visiting hours. "Ah, okay. Is it a relative?" "No." Ai waited for her to elaborate. When it became clear she wouldn’t, she hazarded another guess. "A... friend?" "No." the girl repeated. But this time, she lowered the can of oshiruko from her lips and turned to face Ai, meeting her eyes with a piercing, scrutinizing stare. "This is our first meeting." A little chill ran down Ai's spine. ✧✦✧✦ Hidden away in Takachiho and awaiting the birth of her children, Ai Hoshino crosses paths with an apparent stranger, with an outsized interest in just who her children might grow up to be. A missing scene to answer the question of why exactly Ai Hoshino became the mother to two formerly motherless children.

Our favourite little creacher made her anime debut today, so here's a little boost to my Ai & Crow Girl fic! This is technically spoiler safe for anime onlies in that it does not explicitly spoil anything about her nature or identity but will broadly hint at stuff that won't be S2 material. Also, uh, her real name is right there in the tags unfortunately..... thanks AO3

#oshi no ko #onk fics #ai hoshino

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szilverer · 2 months ago

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hewwo

made this blog primarily to dump oc content & maybe liveblog a bit (its my first time engaging in a fandom space like this so im pretty lost, do lemme know if i mess up with tagging or etiquette or smth. more about me here.)

my main FL acc (Hreisz) is from 2016 but i only really started playing last august! ive finished my ambition in october but theres still a lot i dont know about the lore n stuff. recently made two alts & am slowly getting around to write/draw nice profile pages for everyone.

"H. Reisz", aka The Twilight Phantom // The Clawed Captain | LF (Looked Upon Fondly) | Oneirotect Silverer | ???

Hyacinthe R., aka The Sombre Pursuer | Nem | future Correspondent & Seeker | English-Romanian

"Zé Brito" or "Sev", aka The Zealous Backlander | BaL | future Monster-Hunter | Mixed Brazilian-British

feel free to send a CC or even just random in-character letters & menace help reqs :3c im a lil rusty but i'd love to write more

always open to asks/interactions here as well, just keep in mind i might take A While to respond as i am but an hermit with the barest of executive functions

trying to use this hyperfixation to practice digital art so there'll be random experimental doodles here as i try to find out wtf i am doing. everytime i open a canvas its a surprise. youve been warned

tags:

#chaindoodles -> art tag, #chainrambles -> text tag #fl liveblogging, #flore (fl lore)

#the twilight phantom -> the (main) blorbo

#nightmarriage -> my blorbo hoards trash. block this to be spared from witnessing their arguably most questionable decision (i.e chaining their stalker to themself so they won't be alone)

content warnings:

#light fingers spoilers (also general tag for LF) #nemesis spoilers, #evolution spoilers

just to be safe, i tag eyestrain/bright colours for some art.

#suggestive in case i draw (or write?) smth that can be perceived as saucy, spicy, horn knee, overtly kinky or implied nsfw. there wont be anything Actually explicit here though

i like #blood and injuring my characters both mentally and physically. so uh. that. possibly violence.? jokes aside, i like exploring heavy themes: mental health & psychological issues; abuse; general horror; death & grief; alienation; one's relationship with pain & self-destruction, intentional or not - these are all concepts that are gonna be present in the things i make one way or another. some mild religious iconography as well bc although im not religious i was raised catholic & i like playing w/ the aesthetic.

#body horror (mostly the shapeling arts kind)

#poor edward

So who's this "Twilight Phantom"?

I play a strict game with myself when it comes to my main blorbo: 99% of what the FLPC does, in the exact order i do it, is canon.

This also applies to small things like their possessions/wardrobe, for example - they pretty much only have the in-game items I own in the account to wear. Finding out reasons to explain why they keep the things they own is part of the fun. (this game made them out to be a weirdo, naturally.)

It's been lots of fun to see this clean slate (and i do mean clean - i knew nothing about the setting/lore, or who they were as a person, so. well. this guy didn't either) get shaped by RNG, the narrative, And my mechanical wiki-fueled optimization decisions.

another extra rule i made for myself as a treat was making them a sponge to compensate for their inherent emptiness. this means they incorporate something from each important NPC they get involved with. they are a singer because of Clara and her twin. they only own a lab & got interested in studying & research bc of Dr. Vaughan. they got a taste for exercise bc they accompanied Hephaesta's workouts for so long. and so on and so forth.

ill make a better, dedicated profile post eventually but for now have a playlist + an old vague intro + some early refs below:

[last updated: never. this is my self-callout to write abt recent developments bc ohh boy evolution was an entire year's worth of timeline progression.]

The first thing you notice about them is the cowl lazily draped around their head and shoulders, swaying behind their back like a cape in the colours of sunrise-- or, perhaps most familiarly, the velvety twilight that the newest star every so often provides to London. The second thing is the deep scars covering one side of their face, and the third thing would probably be the heavy eyebags under their sharp, dark eyes.

A relatively freshly-minted Silverer, H. Reisz spends more time in Parabola than London nowadays. Not that they had been in London for too long anyway, and it's not like anyone knows where they were before that either. The surface, yes, but it's a big world out there, right? They don't actually remember seeing the sun, or the sky, but H cannot deny the soft colours of twilight and sunrise have a special place in their heart. They recognise it without the memory of experiencing it, just like they recognised love in the depths of a certain Labyrinth. Hmm, two Labyrinths, actually. There was that one heiress too... and the Orphanage was inside one hell of a maze too... if they had a coin every time they found themself inside labyrinths, they'd... Uh, where were we? Well, anyway, being a new face, they had nothing to be known for so they simply gave out their surname instead. Or well, what they assumed to be their surname. "H. REISZ" were the letters sewn-in on a diminute corner of the tattered black veil that wrapped their head back when they woke up for the "first" time. They were surrounded by near-empty bottles of dried mouldy honey, absinthe, and who knows what else. Ah, the decadence... they couldn't even remember what honey could do at the time but they could recognise the stench of self-destruction right away, haha. Alas, if things were so bad they got to that point-- maybe this explains why moving on was so easy. Maybe they had somehow lobotomized themself on purpose. Who knows? They sure don't. It was only now, a year or so after waking up, that an epithet has started to stick around-- specifically by their actions as a Silverer and the services they provided. From nightmare-slaying to fishing out vestigial memories (the irony of an amnesiac doing this is not lost on them) to guiding and safeguarding lost dreamers, their glimmering signature cowl and the way it flowed rather phantasmagorically in Parabola started to leave an impression. To many dreamers, seeing a hint of pastel twilight colors signaled safety. It signaled someone you could trust to get inside your head. :)

#intro post #am i doing this right. idk.#fallen london ocs #the twilight phantom #chainrambles #chaindoodles #might post the drawings separately some other day #yes the hoe halloween costume has surprise lore LOL theyre literally just a friendly (winks) ghostie

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charliebug3 · 9 months ago

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Alright lads what up it's ya boi back with another crack video game lore theory but this time it's about the ark animated series because the Brainrot has gotten sooo bad dude help me

Anyway here's my theory on Rockwell's backstory based entirely on approximately 2 seconds of teasers and a singular drawing in the background. I'm expecting basically all of this to be incorrect I just think it's fun to speculate. Im tagging it as spoilers anyway just to be safe

1. He had a daughter named Charlotte (based on the drawing of a young girl in his study, which is who he likely name-drops in the part 2 teaser. I'm assuming daughter because it could serve as a bit of a stand-in for Helena's role in the game lore. Or a prerequisite. Bro is not escaping fatherhood no matter what version of the lore we go with and I think that's funny) [side note it's extremely cursed that that happens to be my name as well, Wildcard out of all the feminine English names you could have picked why did it have to be that one I'm goign to implode]

2. She died (bonus points if she dies of some illness that Rockwell himself recovers from, for that extra survivor's guilt)

3. Rockwell tried to lose himself in his work to cope, unfortunately said work happened to be early studies on Element and he started going off the rails about its potential of creation and modification, and no one believed him about its potential so they thought he's just genuinely insane (hence the "what is God compared to the genius of man" type comment. This would also parallel Helena being responsible for the early concept of recreating extinct creatures, much later used in the ARKs. He came up with the how, she came up with the why)

4. He got mercilessly locked up in an asylum and started to further deteriorate due to isolation (given how they've handled other characters I'm assuming this will be presented as a Bad Thing by the show. Like I don't think it'll be framed as "lol he deserved it" I think it'll be "hey this is why maybe we support struggling people instead of locking them away and forgetting about them")

5. He eventually dies and then wakes up on the ARK, cue extra "why did I get another chance and not my daughter" pain

6. While on the ARK he starts obsessing over Element again to prove to himself that he was always right about it and didn't deserve what happened to him

7. The Element starts inevitably corrupting him and from here we follow the old lore path yippee!!

If any of this comes true I will be eating drywall btw. Drinking paint. Gnawing at the bars of my enclosure etc etc

#i did not like him at first in part 1 but part 2 has potential to immediately restore him to true blorbo status #also considering my Survivor is literally just me airdropped into the arks #this has potential to make it so that helena is engaginf in psychological warfare against Rockwell with her choice of champion survivor #i love beating my favorite characters with the baseball bat called angst its great #ark tas spoilers #ark tas #ark the animated series spoilers #ark the animated series #i am hellbent on inflicting as much psychic damage as possible on everyone

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yantisocial · 1 month ago

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*bangs desk*

One creator's choice Ace Attorney BAH pack, please (preferably any of the weird girl assistants)

》 Psyche-Lock Anon

so im going to be honest, i did this all in some sort of fugue state. basically if you'd like a re-do of this pack, i definitely understand, because im pretty sure this is Not what you wanted/had in mind. (and hopefully i'll, yknow, stick to the prompt fully this time...😓) you are obviously free to use this alter pack too, and i hope you like it! but let me know if you'd like something much more source accurate!! its genuinely not an issue to ask us do that.

WARNING: major spoilers for ace attorney episode 2, "turnabout sisters" below!

Name(s): Mikito Maru Fey, Miara Auras Fey (past life)

Nickname(s): Miki, Mimi, Kito

Age: chrono 32, transage 13–20 ageslider

Gender(s): viodoggentic, bi-bodiment, muttbodiment, deathcute, rokkugyarudollic, clingypupboy, monachoric, revivedcorpse, girlcorpse, femboy

Orientation(s): obsesso-platonic, aromantic, hypersexual, veilic attraction, airreur, nonhuman4nonhuman

Pronouns: pup/he/mutt/dog

Title(s): dogboy, doggo, dog, boy, pup, little guy, this mutt, etc.—anything you’d refer to a male dog with

General Description: Mikito is a dogboy who identified as an afab woman in his previous life, before pup’s corpse was resurrected and summoned here. Mutt is a pet regressor who sometimes age regresses as well, and is a dog therian and puppykin/caninekin. Dog is not fully human, nor fully mutt, but has something unknown mixed in—due to the fact that pup is technically just possessing his own corpse (it isn’t in any danger of decomposing though, don’t worry!)

Interests: dog shows/videos, performing tricks (see Extras for therian activity suggestions)

Discomforts: being called a woman/girl/etc. calling his source/past-self/pre-death-self a woman/girl/etc is fine, but he no longer identifies as such and so its rude to do so in present tense! (Ex. “When you were a girl…” is okay but “hey girlypop!” or “let’s have a girls’ night!” is not!)

Triggers: arguments, debates, shows about anything related to the law or crime, minecraft, ace attorney content, overstimulation

(Cis)IDs: blasian (korean+african american), autistic, cotard’s syndrome, doomed by the narrative, feeding tube, hyperempathyflux, canidkin, sensory processing disorder, hypervigilance, brown hair, brown eyes, light skin, large chest, human..?, mutt..? therian, puppykin, clingy low-empathy, therianthing

TransIDs: gnc, hyperfemme, dagger, sensipuppyboy agere, transmasc-ish transarfid, transpsychic, transmedium, transghost, transundead, transneko, transwillogenic, transtutorial, transwheelchairuser, transminecraftsourced, transhater, transrude, transoneegyaru, transrokkugyaru, transblackhair, trans3ccurlyhair

MUDs:, Hyper Sensory Awareness Disorder (flag), Fictional World Longing Disorder (flag), Rapid Onset Species Disorder

Role (if any): Fib Responder/Fibber, Lawyer, Appellisian, Pet Dreamer, Shift Holder

Emoji and/or Proxy Tag: 🐶⚖️ or 🦮❤️‍🩹 or 🐾🥀 or -M. Fey or (Miki)

Source: Mia Fey, Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney Trilogy

Source Talk: yes

Source Accuracy: not much anymore, but before death he was highly source accurate

Paras: auto🐶zoo (self as a dog), 🐶🐾zoo (dogs), necrobiophilia (the living and dead), petplay, hybristospectrophilia (ghosts who are criminals), serviphilia (serving another), sinefaciemphilia (the faceless), demonophilia (demons) lyssophilia (rabies), kinemortophilia (the living dead/zombies), pecattiphilia (thought crimes/sinning)

Style: 01 02 03 04 05 ; muttcore, lots of band tees, tail and ears when possible and safe

Music Taste: [playlist]

Appearance:

Extra: suggestions for therian activities— hoolahooping, cross-country running, jump-roping, basketball, soccer, volleyball, dodgeball. These should give the same feeling as doing dog tricks !

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otome-mondays · 1 year ago

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Collar x Malice: Unlimited Review 🐈‍⬛

Ok I know I recently posted a Collar x Malice review, but I’m going in order I played these games. Who’s ready to jump back into the world of Collar x Malice! So some background info to start: this is the first fandisc I have ever played, and as of writing is the only one I’ve played. Because of this, I’m not generally sure what the standards are for fandiscs. I also played this back in 2021, so it has been a while. Please go back to my previous review on Collar x Malice for trigger warnings (use the otome mondays tag)

Spoilers Ahead

Prologue

So to start off this game, we have a separate prologue. You do have to play the prologue because it unlocks all the after stories. So let’s see how this game starts out! Well, for starters we have one of my least favorite things: retroactively adding characters and events that would’ve DEFINITELY been mentioned in the original if it happened. Yeah, needless to say I was not please at this start and quickly became frustrated having to unlock routes. Oh, right if you want to play anything else you have to unlock each boy’s route separately with their prologue choices. So fun! Let’s actually move on to what I bought the game for, 3/10.

Sasazuka Takeru 🍩

So for the after stories, I started with Sasazuka. I saw a recommendation to just pick one that you enjoyed but wasn’t your favorite or pick your favorite to start the game since there’s no need for a route order. I did originally place Sasazuka’s route as solid middle ground in terms of my favorite love interest and also route itself, so it seemed like a safe bet. And thank god it was! This one starts up after the events of his best ending and him rejoining the cyber crimes division. The main conflict here is that Sasazuka and Ichika are learning how to balance work and life and being in a relationship together. The pacing was pretty solid and even though it’s short, it’s enjoyable! If you liked Sasazuka’s route, you’ll enjoy this after story. 8/10.

Yanagi Aiji 🚬

I decided after Sasazuka’s route, I was going to get Yanagi’s out of the way. I do enjoy all the characters, but Yanagi is my least favorite out of the LIs here. After the events of Yanagi’s best ending, we have the start of the after story. Yanagi’s started his private detective agency and everybody’s getting back to normal life. That is until Yanagi’s older brother randomly shows up and threatens him to rejoin the police. So this story mostly focuses on that conflict. This is another cute and short story, so if you liked Yanagi’s route you will like his after story. 8/10.

Enomoto Mineo 🪭

I honestly picked this route next on a whim, and I’m glad I did! This story picks up after he’s been reinstated into Field Ops 2 and now the couple work in the same building. Enomoto’s route definitely focuses on him maturing and developing his relationship with Ichika, and it’s so refreshing to have a portrayal of a healthy relationship in a game (which is rich coming from me tbh). Thanks to his after story, he moved up spots on my favorite LIs list. Honestly I don’t see how anybody would dislike this route. 10/10.

Shiraishi Kageyuki 🐱

Shiraishi yet again stealing the show for some of the best writing…it’s a shame he has this weird extra character. I feel like it’s obvious, but this story has a lot of angst. Because of Shiraishi turning himself in and all of his crimes he committed, he’s under arrest and contained in a special cell. Unfortunately, random extra dude is the main issue in Shiraishi’s story. It is nice to see his growth though as a character. I feel like they did him dirty by making a third of his route flashbacks to the og game. 7/10, Shiraishi fans will probably enjoy but it could’ve been way better.

Okazaki Kei 🏃‍♂️

So I saved my favorite for last, and I’m glad I did! After the X-Day events have wrapped up, Okazaki returns to HQ and Ichika stays with SRCPO. This story also focuses on the two of them trying to navigate being in a relationship and work and life. I was a bit disappointed to see that Okazaki kind of regressed and goes through the same growth all over again but speed run edition. Even though it ends good, this story is kind of meaningless because of this. It isn’t a bad story, just disappointing. Sorry for all us Okazaki fans, 7.5/10.

Other Routes 🐈‍⬛

So let’s talk about the additional bonus routes. To play any of these extra stories, you do need to play through all the after stories. First, let’s go over the Adonis route. This takes place after Yanagi’s tragic end. Ichika joins Adonis after everybody she has cared for is murdered and Zero convinces her to join. It was nice to see Ichika interacting with the Adonis members and how they showed Ichika and Zero have a horridly toxic relationship. If you do want to see all this route has to offer, you do have to replay it a couple of times. Due to this, it’s a little more repetitive than enjoyable at points. Still nice additional content, 8/10. We also have some extended short stories, one from Kazuki’s perspective during X-Day, a semi-Minegishi route, and a semi-Yoshinari route. Kazuki gets an 8/10, Minegishi gets a 4/10, and Yoshinari gets a 7/10.

Overall Thoughts 🐈‍⬛

I like the idea of a fandisc and I think some elements were executed very nicely! Unfortunately, I do have a few issues with some of the content here (mainly the random dude being added and prologue entirely), but I still would recommend it for anybody who enjoyed Collar x Malice! 8/10

Since characters stay the same here, I’m not adding an LI ranking. I will add my route ranking though!

Route: Enomoto > Sasazuka > Yanagi > Adonis > Kazuki > Okazaki > Shiraishi > Yoshinari > Minegishi > Prologue

Resources 📝

I once again used CGs and screenshots from the game and I relied on Otome Kitten’s walkthroughs.

#otome mondays #collar x malice #minor spoilers #cg spoilers

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yuexuan · 1 year ago

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[Review]惊悚练习生

Title: 惊悚练习生 Thriller trainee

Author: 妄鸦

Length: 251 chapters + 8 extras

Tag: transmigration, infinite flow, horror

Summary [taken from novel updates]:

The washed-up magician Zong Jiu transmigrated into a horror, infinite flow novel about a survival show, taking the place of the cannon fodder who died tragically in the first evaluation round. This show was very interesting. Out of the tens of thousands of people, only a hundred people could survive, and the c-position (strongest contender) could even get a universal wish ticket.

If it were someone else, they’d probably be scared to death.

No one expected that Zong Jiu was not only unafraid, but also caused a sensational stir, shamelessly showing off his tricks the whole way.

Once his tricks stopped, and his life could be considered safe and sound, he ended up in a rivalry with the novel’s big villain.

Today you try to get at me, tomorrow I’ll get you back, back and forth, it’s pretty fun, heh.

As a result, though it was just playing around, one time they got carried away and really did end up sleeping together. Watching the nemesis who was pressing him to the ground, Zong Jiu lazily lifted his gaze. “If you want to kill me then kill me, don’t speak nonsense.” Even when at a disadvantage, he showed no trace of fear, and actually continued to provoke him.

That person used his ice-cold finger to trace his ear, and the action heading toward the aorta suddenly stopped.

��What a pity. I’ve changed my mind.”

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He was once very willing to personally give Zong Jiu death. Every day, he used to regret not gouging out his flesh, personally snapping his neck. But after this person fell into his hands, another, more urgent desire grew like weeds.

Compared to winning or losing, he would rather see him crying and panting, with eyes red, begging for mercy.

Novel | Novel [translated]

Comments **contain spoilers**:

The summary pretty much covers the gist of the novel. The main couple has an enemy-to-lover dynamic, with the MC being a cool and stoic world-class magician, whilst the ML being a cunning devil. On the surface, the two of them are arch nemesis, but beneath it all, they are pretty much the same type of person, seeking the thrills within each horror show.

Highlights:

The tension between the main couple is solid. ML is constantly trying to create troubles for MC and MC is constantly thinking outside-of-the-box to beat ML’s games. As the no. 1 trainee and ‘trainer’, ML has the ability to control any trainee and NPC of his choice, sending them to obstruct MC’s progress. Fortunately, MC received a stack of tarot cards that enabled him to seek out the characters that were controlled. The entire plot revolves around the two of them playing a figurative game of chess, until their enmity eventually evolves into something more hehe.

As with many infinite flow stories, worldbuilding is always a highlight. I liked how there were more ‘relaxing’ games after each ‘show’, where the trainees were allowed to rest or bet their lives on additional rewards. Out of all these games, I particularly liked the amusement park arc where MC befriended the monsters/ghosts and received their assistance in winning the game. It was kinda sweet watching the monsters/ghosts feeling happy interacting with the trainees.

Another unique aspect is that there were shows where trainees had to work together to survive. For example, the arc where they had to pass exams in a school was particularly touching when members of the 9th class sacrificed themselves to ensure the survival of the rest of the class ):

Aside from the main pairing, I also liked the second pairing a lot - watching them go from F-tier trainees to A-tier trainees through their hard work was so sweet and I wished there were more moments of them together.

Things I didn’t like:

This novel reminded me a lot of <这该死的求生欲>, where the main pairing also had an enemy-to-lover dynamic and ML was one of the bosses. More importantly, the writing style also reeks of chūnibyō from time to time. The way the novel described the interactions between the main couple and their appearances can come off as very immature-ish haha. That said, it does get better in the latter half of the story, especially after the two realized that they had special feelings for one another.

#review #danmei #惊悚练习生 #thriller trainee

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theartisticintrovert · 2 years ago

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focus

Fandom: XXX_CYBERRAT_XXX Rating: T Tags: POV Second Person, Anxiety, Hallucinations, Implied/Referenced Drug Addiction, Paranoia, Unreliable Narrator, Stream of Consciousness, Mental Health Issues, Spoilers Summary:

It’s too much. You had nothing left. Your site was gone. Your friends were traitors. Dox wanted you dead, Markov wasn’t real, and Kappa.... Kappa’s a fucking kid.

AO3 Link (x)

You should’ve known from the beginning.

No adult talked like that, all self-important mockery and cheeky confidence, too full of shit to realize their world could come crashing down at the slightest whisper from a stranger they didn’t even know. Still, it’s not like you had much room to talk yourself. Only, what, five, six years on him? And it’s not like that extra time gave you any bonuses, either. Just gave you more time to fuck up, really.

Sure you made it through school for a while, but the second they let you out the psych ward after your episode you dropped out and went straight to popping pills like fucking candy, didn’t you? Same shit, different name, and you could feel them getting less and less effective the more time went on—shit, was that the door? Stand up, check the lights, do the rounds, nobody there, it’s fine. It’s fine.

You dig the heels of your palms into your eyes and let the spots bloom over your corneas, the dancing lights and dull ache joining the rest of the headache taking up residence in your skull. How long has it been since you holed up in this shitty motel? Three days? Four? You’d probably have to move soon, couldn’t risk them finding you—fuck, demons, light, light, where’s the damn light—

It’s too much. You had nothing left. Your site was gone. Your friends were traitors. Dox wanted you dead, Markov wasn’t real, and Kappa....

Kappa’s a fucking kid.

You couldn’t ignore it anymore, no matter how much you wish it wasn’t real. The screen hadn’t lied to you yet, not like everything else, and it was right there in black and white. Lenox Benavides, Age 18.

You didn’t know what to do with this information. You couldn’t just ignore him, that was pussy shit, especially after what he said to you. It was bad enough already that you’d blocked him, if you left things like this he’d have the last word, and you’d never get your reputation back. Why’d you have to go straight to threatening to kill him? Stupid, now he’ll never take you seriously! You’re supposed to build up to that, dumbass!

This shit with Dox must be getting to your head, you’ve hired what, four hitmen at this point? Or was it the same hitman four times? It didn’t matter. A whisper behind you—ah, the eyes are back. That’s.....not great, but at least they’re not hostile. You swallowed thickly, hands shaking as you clicked through another site, eyes burning. You had his info. All you had to do was upload the DoxDocs file to that hitman site and Kappa was done. Toast. He’d learn not to fuck with you, and.....what?

No. No, no, death was too easy. Too quick. He’d feel fear for half a second before getting a bullet in the brain, and that wasn’t enough. He took everything from you! Your money, your site, your freedom....It wouldn’t surprise you if it was that little punk who called the “welfare check” on you last year just to orchestrate the whole takeover in the first place!

No, you wanted Kappa to feel the same way you did. The same fear, the same humiliation of getting dragged out in front of half the goddamn campus because nobody would fucking believe you—!

D e e p b r e a t h s.

Another pill, just to take the edge off. It’s fine, though the stock in this one’s getting a little low. Should probably order another soon, just to be safe. Could’ve sworn these used to last longer.

Quiet. Too quiet. Look behind—pounding, shit, get the door! Don’t let them in, can’t let them find me, too much to do, can’t go back!

Lights off lights off lights off safe in the dark can’t see me in the dark dark dark dark quiet safe dark don’t look don’t look no eyes no noise no life just me just me just me just

focus.

everything will be okay. just

f o c u s.

#xxx_cyberrat_xxx #ty writes #fanfiction #this game is very good. its also unfortunately not the type of game that lends itself to a fandom very well.#unless of course you're a freak like me lmao

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paviitrhakar · 2 years ago

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1. Mutuals only. I will not write with those who I don’t follow. Anons are okay to ask things like headcanons and other things that don’t involve writing unless you are a side blog.

2. Reblog memes from the source. As in if you don’t plan to send anything in to me. Extra note, sending memes if the best way to interact. No memes have an expiration date unless I say so in an ask.

3. Spoilers will be evident on this. If you haven’t seen the movie, please interact with caution. Do not blame me if the film is botched just by this experience alone.

4. I will tag all common triggers. If I miss something, please let me know so I can tag it accordingly. My triggers include: Dogs ( in real life ), birds ( in real life ) and chain letters.

5. Most of writing will be without icons after the starting point as in Pavitr doesn’t have too many scenes of him during the movie that can be used as expressive. For live action, I don’t plan to use a face claim.

6. Please don’t pressure me for replies on threads, ask, and others. I work long hours and come here as a break from stress. I don’t need more of that added to my plate. Also, no hate towards me or my character. As another addendum, mun does not equal muse. All drama needs to be either put under read more or tagged.

7. Personals will be blocked on sight unless you state that you are in fact a side blog. Do not reblog my headcanons and writing if you are a personal either.

8. My name is SERE ( SIR-REE ), an 18+ demiromantic asexual that loves cartoons, anime, video games, writing, reading, fishing, and sleeping. Timezone is Eastern Standard Time.

9. As Pavitr is a minor, there will be no 'not safe for work' things on this blog. Also, anything that is sent to me that even borderlines this will be automatically reported, no questions asked.

10. Please HARD BLOCK me to break mutuals. Do not simply unfollow or soft block. That makes it so I don’t accidently refollow you by mistake.

11. If you have reached here, congrats. You don’t have to send in passcodes or anything. I hope I can interact with everyone. Cheers.

#long post cw #long post tw #rules;;#mobile rules;;#mobile laws;;#laws;;

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turtletaubwrites · 7 months ago

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Numbers Game ~ Chapter 27

I’ve Got You

Pairings: Cross Guild x Fem!Reader x Shanks

Numbers Game Masterlist

Word Count: 8.7k+

Ao3 Link

Ongoing Series Playlist: Youtube Music Link | Youtube Link

Extras: Author's Vision of the Party Attire ~ Reader ~ The Boys

Summary: Cedrick Sylvad joins the Cross Guild for an after dinner drink after you watch your sweet, lovely clown murder a man for you.

Author's Note: I hope it doesn't cause any confusion, but I'm going to adjust the readers POV symbols to match everyone else's (it's been driving me crazy, lol). I didn't know I was going to be doing all this POV switching when I started, so from now on each section marked with ~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~ will be the reader's current POV, and reader's flashbacks will be marked with ~~~⏰🌲🌲🌲⏰~~~ I will eventually edit the previous chapters for consistency, but I'm too busy writing right now! 🥰

Alternate POV Symbols:

!!! SPOILER WARNING !!! Fic contains spoilers for the end of the Wano arc

Rating/Warnings: Author May Choose to Exclude some Warnings to Avoid Spoilers for Certain Chapters, Explicit Sexual Content, 18+ ONLY, MDNI, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, Use of Y/N, Dark Content, Blood & Violence, PTSD, Panic Attacks, Dissociation, Grief, Swearing, Alcohol, Cigars, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Guilt, Drama, Jealousy, Manipulation, Pet Names, Power Imbalance, Cross Guild boys are VILLAINS, Possessive Behavior, Teasing, Threats, Biting, Flirting, PIV Sex, Cunnilingus, Blowjobs, Relationship Drama, Inappropriate Use of Akuma no Mi | Devil Fruit Powers, Shameless Shameless Smut, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

~~~🤡🤡🤡~~~

No thought. No hesitation.

Instinct. The clown’s hands had already been gripping the man’s face, forcing him to look toward the crowd of leeches.

“...The Cross Guild, and their overpriced whore–”

Killing had never been that fucking satisfying. The sound of that neck snapping felt like some grand bell, ringing just for her.

There she was.

My girl. My star. You know I love you, don’t you?

Y/N stared down, beautiful eyes held wide as she scanned that dead piece of shit’s body before returning to his gaze, his smile.

She smiled back.

Buggy drank her in, feeling as though he could stay there forever, sustained, sated, safe. The world was quiet and warm, soft and secret, just for them.

My shining star really does love me.

Her smile deepened, so cute he felt he might faint when she started to chew on her bottom lip.

What a feeling.

~~~🤡🤡🤡~~~

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~~~⏰🤡🤡🤡⏰~~~

“New Giant Warriors?’ More like New Giant Pains in my Ass!”

“You said it, boss!”

Buggy sighed, feeling stress building into a pressure between his brows.

“Go grab another bottle,” he ordered, shooing his henchman away from the booth before he gave in to the urge to start yelling.

This tavern is way too fucking snooty for that. Pricey as shit too.

“I’m sorry to intrude, sir, but I couldn’t help but overhear about your business concerns. I’d like to offer my services as a financial advisor, if you’re open to–”

“Excuse me? Oh, uh… What?”

Buggy gawked at the gorgeous woman that had just said so many strange words, her professional attire, and polite smile making him itch. His eyes darted around, not seeing any groups she could have been with that might have dared her to talk to the pirate clown.

“My name is Y/N, and I’d love to sit for an interview. If I may take up some more of your time, Captain Buggy, sir?”

Buggy nodded, forcing his mouth to close while she took his crew member’s seat. He sat up a little straighter, tugging at his striped vest as if it would make him look any less of a mess than he was.

“Here, Captain–”

“Bring a fresh glass, then scram.”

~~~

Buggy couldn’t understand her con. She wasn’t asking for money out the gate. Somehow, this stunning woman almost managed to bore him with her numbers rant. Her method of persuasion was nowhere near flashy enough to swindle him, if anyone.

Might work on nerds.

He hadn’t meant to snort, giving an awkward smile when Y/N stopped talking about diversification long enough to chew on her lip, staring into her empty glass. She’d downed her first drink too fast, and nodded at Buggy’s offer for a refill.

“I’d be happy to provide a list of ref—“

“Why are you doing this?”

She’s so pretty. Too pretty.

“I’m sorry?”

Buggy took a breath, trying not to take his shit out on this random woman at a tavern, but if she was fucking with him…

“I mean, why are you talking to me? Really?”

He needed to stop looking at her. She got cuter and cuter with every little expression that danced across her features.

“I’d like to be your financial advisor, and provide support as you grow Buggy’s Delivery—“

“Boring.”

Y/N’s lips parted in a shocked smile, before she snared Buggy with the most brutal trap he’d ever come across.

She laughed.

A surprised sound, almost sharp, as sparks lit up behind her eyes.

“It is boring, isn’t it?”

The clown shook his head while the stranger devolved into giggles, losing her perfect posture when she slumped against the booth’s cushioned bench.

“I’m great at my job, Captain Buggy,” Y/N declared after catching her breath. “I want to go with you, and I know that my skills will help your business thrive.”

What a weird girl.

“I don’t take people on without getting to know them a bit,” Buggy offered tentatively as he topped off his glass. “If you’re gonna join my crew, I need to know what kind of person you are.”

“How can I—“

“How about you start by talking about anything besides numbers,” Buggy ordered, knocking lightly on the table in front of her.

“Oh…”

She frowned, and his world seemed to shrink until it wrapped around her, everything else going dark.

I like the smile better.

“Fine,” the clown gave an exaggerated sigh, slipping a small box out of one of the many hidden pockets of his vest. “Since you like numbers so much, why don’t you help me out with a little trick…”

~~~

“It’s the six of spades,” Y/N chirped, glowing more with every correct prediction as Buggy shuffled the cards, laying out a certain number face up, and face down. He’d let his voice shift for her, that playful, encouraging tone he used to make his marks feel special.

“Alright, doll, count for me.”

Y/N counted while he laid out the rest of the cards one by one, until she called out “twenty two,” and her hand flew toward him.

She’d reached for the deck, but grabbed his hand instead. The clown was too fast, revealing the six of spades with a satisfied smirk while this beautiful woman gave a flustered apology.

“I’m impressed, numbers girl,” Buggy teased, starting to see the potential for an enjoyable evening the longer Y/N kept gazing at him like that.

Been awhile. Maybe I found another clown freak to play with for a night.

“So, do you accept my offer, Captain Buggy?”

“Yeah, sure,” he nodded, still not getting her kink or her con, but that smile was too much to say no to. “Do you wanna, uh… Would you like to go somewhere a little more private?”

Wait for it…

“I’d love to!”

Y/N had only paused for a second, but her eyes showed a flash of heat, and Buggy couldn’t read any fear or disgust in them.

Gotta be a clown kink.

~~~

Swanky was the only way he could describe this room, and Buggy knew they’d charge him for getting greasepaint on those fancy ass sheets.

He stopped giving a shit as soon as Y/N kicked off her shoes, ignoring the other luxurious furniture to sit on the edge of the bed.

He tried not to sigh, not to think.

Just enjoy the beautiful woman that clearly wanted to fuck him right now, no matter what her reasons might be.

“Did I say you could sit on my bed,” he rasped, enjoying her little gasp when he towered over her, his gloved fingers tilting her chin up to meet his gaze.

“I-I’m sorry, Captain. I’ll—“

“You’ll tell me exactly what you want me to do to you, numbers girl,” the clown ordered, letting the moment take over. “Captain’s orders.”

Those lovely eyes rolled back. He was gonna make them cross tonight, gonna fuck this little clown fucker dumb.

“Kiss me, please.”

Why is she looking at me like that?

Y/N grabbed his hand that still held her chin, tugging softly, asking instead of demanding that he sit beside her.

There was something about her. Something that made him ignore the alarm bells ringing in his head.

He gave no resistance, falling into her orbit. She smelled so good as he sat close, watching her face for anything that could snap him out of this.

What he saw only dragged him deeper.

“I’m so glad I met you tonight, Captain,” Y/N breathed. She placed a gentle hand against his jaw, not seeming to care about the mess while her thumb traced over his colorful mask.

“Shut up,” Buggy whispered, barely a sound while he stared at her lips, not realizing that he’d already leaned in.

“Yes, Captain,” Y/N smiled, melting into his kiss. She didn’t flinch or freeze when his nose pressed against her skin. She hadn’t asked him to take it off.

Her kiss made him dizzy, and the clown had to grab her, pulling her body close as though he’d fly off into space without her to keep him here.

She didn’t complain about the bitter colors on her tongue, or smearing across her face. She didn’t pull away.

Little, eager noises left her throat, spilling into his mouth like ambrosia, like a drug, and he fed her with growls, pulling her onto his lap.

This strange girl struggled to feel him, her stuffy clothes bunching up, restricting her eager hips until he finally broke the kiss with a laugh.

“Want some help, dollface?”

“Mhm,” she nodded, breathless while her shaky fingers fought to tear her free.

“I’ve got you,” he promised, stopping her frantic hands. “Before we start, you got a safe—“

“Hopscotch,” she rushed, writhing in his lap, impatience looking way too fucking cute on her. “And I’m on birth control.”

“You really came prepared, didn’t you,” Buggy teased, cutting off her reply by tossing her onto the bed.

His body pulsed at how fucking desperate she seemed to be, gasping and whining while he helped her out of those boring clothes.

“You’re so beautiful…”

Buggy hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but her body’s reaction made it worth it.

Finally, there was nothing left but her panties, and the clown could feel himself slipping away, ready to lose himself for just a little while in this woman’s gorgeous body.

Just for a little while.

“Oh, fuck. You’re…”

“Please, Captain,” Y/N begged while Buggy teased his fingers around the perfect, dripping pussy he’d just revealed. “I need— oh f-fuuck…”

“Yeah, baby,” he taunted. Buggy had to hold in his own needy noises at how quickly she’d soaked through the fabric, his fingers still gloved while he fucked two of them into her. “Need Captain Buggy to make you scream tonight?”

“Y-yes, Captain.”

“Gonna keep following orders, pretty?”

“Mm, yes, plea—“

“Clean your mess,” Buggy growled, taking his fingers back to rub across her lips, his body thrusting on its own from the eager way she’d taken them in. She licked and sucked, pulling her own taste from the glove while she watched him undo the buckles of his vest with his free hand.

Buggy was caught now, the look in her eyes driving him mad while her dainty fingers started circling her clit.

He tried to pull his hand back, needing to be naked now, to be inside of her right fucking now, but she grabbed his wrist. Sucking his fingers one last time, she bit into the wet fabric, laughing through her teeth while she struggled to pull off his glove.

Alarm bells.

Yet, her laugh did him in.

“Try the dry one, baby,” Buggy chuckled, offering his other hand. “Like this.”

He bit the wet glove, showing her how to do it until they were both laughing, and he almost forgot what they’d been doing.

Y/N hadn't forgotten. She attacked him, palming him through his pants when she couldn’t undo them fast enough.

“Did I tell you—“

“Sorry, I’m sorry, please,” Y/N breathed. She brought one of his bare hands to her chest, and the pounding of her heart was hypnotizing. Almost as hypnotizing as her next words.

“Please, fuck me. I need you, Buggy.”

The instinct to fly to pieces so he could hold every part of her down while he took her was so strong, the clown had to clench his teeth, a low whine leaving his throat while he stood to pull off his clothes.

Being with a clown was one thing. It was rare to find someone that wouldn’t be scared or disgusted by his body splitting apart.

But gods damn, she’s making it hard to hold together.

Biting her lip, Y/N gave him big, innocent eyes while she played with herself again. A little flicker of pride went through him at the hungry look she gave when she saw his leaking cock, mouth falling open while she watched him stroke all that precum over his tip, down his shaft.

“Say it again, pretty,” he rasped.

“Fuck me, please. I need you, Buggy.”

“Of course you do,” the Warlord growled, making her gasp when he was suddenly there, spreading her thighs apart to circle his tip around her clit, shoving her little fingers out of the way. Her filthy moan made him forget his rule.

He always fucked strangers from behind the first time, just in case they made that face.

Buggy lined himself up, and all he saw on her face was delicious desperation while he forced his way into her warm, perfect cunt. She was too fucking much.

Sweet fingers gripping his skin. Soft, pouting lips. His name, louder, and louder.

“Oh gods, Buggy!”

“What, baby,” he panted. Buggy couldn’t stop himself, fucking her so deep he thought he’d drown. He pulled one of her legs against him, her foot dangling over his shoulder while she screamed so fucking pretty for him. “What… Gonna come for your captain again?”

“Yes! Buggy, feels so… F-fuck, mm coming, Captain…”

Y/N screamed herself hoarse, those lovely eyes finally crossing before Buggy groaned, laughing at her little tongue hanging out, and her leg, twitching violently against his chest.

“Mmn, fuck yeah. Flashy girl, taking your captain’s come so… so fucking good, baby.”

Gods, look at her…

Buggy stared down at his strange lover, and they took turns twitching and laughing until he finally pulled out of her, fighting a stupid twinge of regret that it had to end.

“Here you— shit, I’m sorry,” Buggy cursed. His floating hand had dropped a towel beside her after fetching it from the bathroom without thinking. It froze in the air while he braced for less fun screams to start.

At least it was good while it lasted.

“Whoa! That’s a devil fruit power, right? I forgot you were supposed to have one,” Y/N asked brightly. She reached out, lacing her fingers with his floating hand.

Buggy went blank.

She held his hand as their breathing relaxed, smiling softly at him while he forgot that he was supposed to reply. Until she let out a little whine, trying to stretch her leg that was still propped up against his chest.

“Fuck, sorry,” Buggy hurried as he helped her move, taking his hand back so he could wipe them both up. Although she’d need some more thorough cleaning to get rid of the evidence of fucking a clown.

“Do you wanna use the shower before you go?”

“Oh,” Y/N frowned, her sweet eyes fucking with him again. “Do you want me to leave?”

“Well, I—“

“But I can still come with you, right,” she fretted, covering herself with the dirty towel. “Please, I’ll respect your boundaries if you don’t want me like… I will be strictly professional. You won’t find a better pick than me to help you get your finances—“

“You can stay here if you want to,” Buggy offered. He didn’t have the energy for all of those promises and lies, but if she wanted to stay for the night, he’d take it.

“Okay, Captain!”

Joy seemed to fill her as she kissed him quick, dragging him to the bathroom.

He stayed behind, sending her with just a hand, and her surprised laugh brought a real smile to his lips when she stomped back to convince the rest of his body to join her.

I think she’s my favorite clown fucker.

Buggy chuckled to himself as they settled into bed, kissing the stranger’s temple when she hummed a question.

Alarm bells kept ringing, but she was so soft, and warm, and sweet. She let him hold her. The alarm bells got quieter, and Buggy found himself pulled into the best sleep he’d had in a long time.

It’s okay if it’s just tonight. She’s gonna leave, but… right now is nice.

~~~⏰🤡🤡🤡⏰~~~

~~~~~~

~~~⏰🌲🌲🌲⏰~~~

Wow, he snores.

You held in your giggle, sighing at how comfortable you felt in this pirate’s arms.

All of your impulsive decisions of the night were fucking insane, yet you still ached for tomorrow. A naïve hope filled you that maybe, just maybe, if you got on that boat, if you got away, all of these worries and guilty thoughts would disappear.

I’m tired of this boring life.

Selfish. Entitled.

Yet an adventure with this sweet, funny, beautiful man was too tempting to resist.

Soft dreams tonight. No storms. No snails.

You dreamt of playing a game of cards with a pair of floating hands, and you woke with a smile.

~~~⏰🌲🌲🌲⏰~~~

~~~~~~

~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

Buggy.

The need to touch him, to kiss him, almost sent your body into a panic.

“Rabbit, are you— oh…” Mihawk checked in while the applause went on and on. You couldn’t look away from your clown’s glowing smile, his dancing eyes, but you heard Mihawk’s voice change in just those few words.

Concern. Curiosity. Then something like satisfaction. A little laugh left you when you realized you could practically hear him arching a brow.

“What do I smell like right now,” you teased, feeling high. Feeling here.

“Mm, you smell like our little rabbit again,” Mihawk purred, touching your knee for just a moment. “Like our sweet girl. Like our pretty star.”

Chills ran over your entire body at those bewitching words, and at the skill with which Buggy wrapped up the show. He managed to bring the crowd down, make them sigh, make them laugh, and make them leave, all while his eyes stayed locked onto yours.

Until he finally looked away, and you followed his line of sight to find what had torn your clown from you.

Red hair rushed out of the room, that Emperor of the Sea not sparing a glance toward the clown on the stage.

No.

Reality flooded back like crashing waves, destroying the pretty castle of sand you’d become too attached to.

He promised. He has to take Buggy. Has to make him happy.

“Rabbit?”

“That was quite the show,” Uncle Cedrick hummed as he made his way to the head table, jerking his head toward the staff that were cleaning the blood from the stage. “Is there somewhere we can retire for our after dinner drink? My ship’s bar has quite the selection of—“

“We have a lounge,” Crocodile interrupted, his husky voice thick with danger.

“Hi,” Buggy breathed as he appeared beside you.

“That was an amazing show, President Buggy.”

You gave him a fraction of the smile you wanted too, but he nodded, listening to your need for distance.

Crocodile led the way, and you found yourself walking behind your uncle, feeling a strange need to protect his back while your swordsman and your clown followed close behind.

Would they kill him for me?

That smile on Buggy’s face glowed in your mind, but was drowned out by all the rest. All the old. All the inevitable.

Soon you were dizzy, familiar halls pulling you into a fog.

“Why are there so many rugs,” you frowned, no longer in your body when you stepped into the lounge. The plush carpet around the couch was covered in a random collection of beautiful, extravagant rugs. The coffee table was gone, leaving nothing between the ridiculous, green couch, and matching chairs.

“We couldn’t spare any staff to pull up the carpet today,” Mihawk drawled while he floated toward the bar.

“What happened to the carpet,” Buggy asked, his actual floating hands helping to pass out glasses of wine.

“Let’s discuss home improvement projects when we’re not hosting guests,” Crocodile warned, staring hard at Uncle Cedrick while he relaxed into one of the chairs.

“Excellent vintage,” he praised, and part of you almost laughed at the look on Mihawk’s face.

Then your lovers’ faces all turned to you, frowning when you sat in the chair beside your uncle.

Buggy took your spot on the couch, his eyes almost losing their shine, until he floated one of the bar stools beside your chair.

“Thank you, Mr. President,” you coughed, grateful to set your glass down before your shaky hands made a mess on the new rugs. He didn’t bother giving your guest the same courtesy. Buggy just watched you, until you looked down at your fingers, trying not to twist them.

“How about a toast,” Uncle Cedrick beamed, lifting his glass, his commanding gaze forcing you to look his way. “To my incredible niece, and her esteemed employers. It’s been an honor attending such an impressive event.”

Silence followed, but everyone’s lips tasted wine.

“Why are you here, Mr. Sylvad?”

Buggy’s voice was dark, measured, and frightening when matched with his glinting eyes.

Yet, Uncle Cedrick smiled, chuckling as if his life weren’t one wrong breath away from being ended. You weren’t surprised.

He feared nothing. He had no reason to.

“I’m here for Y/N, of course,” he answered, humming while he took another sip. Your uncle radiated ease, as though you were just a normal family enjoying a weekend trip. “It’s time for my dear niece to come home.”

~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

~~~~~~

~~~⏰🤡🤡🤡⏰~~~

“Good morning, Captain Buggy!”

What the fuck…

“I ordered us some coffee,” Y/N beamed, pulling on her boring, wrinkled clothes. “I need to head to the office, so I can contact my clients to let them know I’m leaving. Then I just need to grab a couple things from home, and say goodbye to my sister. Should I meet you back here, or—“

“That’s too elaborate,” Buggy yawned as he rolled away from her sunny smile, wanting to go back to his dream where everything stayed nice and warm. “You can just say you changed your mind. Or your grandma died. Or you have amnesia or something. Thanks for a fun night.”

…

“What?”

That’s some damn good acting.

Buggy rolled back to face her, shocked by the convincing amount of pain on her face to match that quavering voice, one of her shoes dangling, forgotten in her hand.

“I said it’s alright,” the clown soothed, really hoping he wouldn’t have to hold her fucking hand just so she could stuff her guilt and self pity down long enough to leave. Those people were almost worse than the outright assholes.

“Please don’t leave without me,” she begged, going to her knees at the edge of the bed, tilting her head to meet his eyes. “Please, Captain Buggy. I swear I… I’m not lying. Please—“

“Fuck it, fine. I’ll wait here today,” he groaned, rubbing his hands over his face while he rolled onto his back. “I’m outta here by five. If you’re fucking with me—“

“Thank you!”

Buggy moaned, the sudden weight of this crazy woman sending him reeling. She let out a needy gasp, as though she hadn’t expected to find the clown so fucking hard when she’d jumped on him.

“Captain!”

“What are you doing?”

“Can I, Captain?”

“Okay, but you… fuuuck, you’re something else. You’re— gods, keep doing that, baby…”

She’s definitely my favorite clown fucker.

~~~

Buggy waited.

Round and round his thoughts went. Sometimes a spot of hope would shine through, but it was always trampled quickly by well earned doubt, anger, or humiliation.

Although the memory of her lips kept disrupting his cycle, leaving his face hot while he stared at the table.

Fuck this. Not gonna sit here, and let her make a fool out of…

“Captain Buggy,” she called out, dragging a single suitcase behind her. She gave him a breathless smile, but her eyes were a bit red, with a hint of puffiness. The thought of her crying pushed away all the things he should have cared about.

“Are you okay? You look—“

“Oh, I’m sorry, sir,” Y/N cringed, looking away with a self deprecating laugh. “Goodbyes always get me emotional, but I’m ready to go. When can we leave?”

“Are you insane?”

Buggy hadn’t meant to sound so harsh, sighing at the hurt look in her eyes while he motioned for her to sit.

“I’m not sure what—“

“You have a fancy job,” he started, struggling to refocus after he spotted a bit of missed paint below her ear. “You’ve got enough berry to drink at this snooty place after work. You’re gorgeous. You’re way too smart…”

The clown trailed off, almost losing his momentum again at the pleased smile his last few words put on her face.

“You know I’m a fucking pirate, right? A Warlord of the Sea?”

“Of course, sir.”

“You know what Buggy’s Delivery—“

“I’m aware, Captain,” Y/N assured, her voice slipping into professional distance, something almost frightening beneath that even tone. “Mercenaries may be a legal gray area, but I see no issues with a country that doesn’t have an adequate fighting force paying for outside help to protect themselves. I don’t see why soldiers paid for through your service are any different than soldiers paid or forced to fight by their own governments.”

“But they are different,” Buggy grinned, loving the way her eyes lit up at his satisfied chuckle. “Our fighters are better.”

The world shrunk down, wrapping around her once again. She let out a breath, her lips struggling to hold in a smile.

“Does this mean I got the job?”

“We’ll see how the probationary period goes, dollface,” the Warlord teased, floating one of his hands to carry her suitcase while the other helped her out of her seat.

“We’ll spend most of our time on my island,” he bragged, walking almost too fast for her toward the docks, “but wait ‘til you get a look at my ship! It’s– oh, how are you with boats?”

Her pause made him stop in his tracks, and she walked into him, stumbling before he caught her. Lifting her chin, the captain inspected his new recruit, frowning at how little she seemed to give away.

“Have you never been on a boat, or are you afraid of boats?”

“I…”

“Boat’s are pretty much a requirement to being a fucking pirate, numbers girl. I’m not gonna—“

“I know how to sail. I just got scared for a while after a storm,” she let out, fire building in her eyes. “But I didn’t want to be scared. I made myself go out on the water. Boats don’t bother me anymore.”

“Well, I hadn’t planned on making my financial advisor get her hands dirty, but it’s always good to have another sailor aboard.”

Buggy lifted her hand with his free one, floating it up to kiss red across her knuckles.

Fuck. She’s not gonna stay. This is probably just some stupid, long con.

Still, I might as well enjoy it while it lasts.

He could have left it there, meaningless and fun, but the fire in her eyes, and the words she’d declared, kept him rooted.

“What about storms?”

“I’m sorry?”

That soft smile couldn’t cover up all the anger and fear it tried to hide.

“You’re not afraid of boats anymore, but what about storms?”

Buggy almost turned and left her there, not wanting to bring such a hassle onto his ship, no matter how lovely her lips were. Not if she was too cowardly to tell the truth, or at least to come up with a decent lie.

“I’m not good with storms,” she breathed, staring up at him like a challenge. Like she wouldn’t let just anyone force her to say something like that.

“That’s alright, pretty,” Buggy soothed, wrapping his arm around her shoulders while he led her toward the ship. “You’re my flashy financial adviser now. If there’s a storm, you can stay nice and toasty in the cabin while the rest of us do the manual labor. I’ll even put that in writing if you— whoa, hey…”

“I won’t let you down, Captain,” she hummed, hugging him close just as they reached the Big Top.

“Hey, Captain, who’s your friend,” Mohji called over cheerfully, leading Richie up the ramp to the deck. The lion gave a gentle roar, a sweet greeting to the ears of his crew, but it made Y/N yelp, clinging to him even tighter.

Buggy didn’t think, just laughed while he lifted this strange girl into the air, floating her up to the ship while his feet raced up the long way.

“Alright, numbers girl,” he rasped, ignoring his need to breathe while he stared at her gorgeous face. “This is your last chance. Want me to leave you on the docks? Or do you wanna have a flashy adventure with the Great Captain Buggy, Warlord of the Sea?”

“No more ‘numbers girl,” she giggled, that perfect sound trapping him again. “I want to be your flashy girl now, Captain.”

“Really,” he purred, losing his mind at all the sweet noises she kept making for him, especially these cute little whines she just started, like she’d already forgotten how to talk.

Y/N made him forget all his rules. Don’t get attached. Don’t like them too much. Don’t fall for the con.

She’s staying…

Buggy forgot every fucking thing on the planet when she giggled for him again, and it was a miracle that he got her into the cabin before he took her in front of his crew.

They didn't leave that cabin until they landed at Karai Bari.

Y/N made him greedy for things he’d sworn off hunting for. Buggy was blissfully lost, holding on to her for days, weeks, months, only getting more fucking desperate to enjoy every moment before this sweet lie came to an end. Her laughter, her touch, even the air around her made him high.

This Warlord of the Sea wasn’t even angry that she was going to leave. He was just grateful for every morning when he woke to find that those words were still true, a comforting mantra that played in his mind while he stole her from the world for another day.

She’s still here.

~~~⏰🤡🤡🤡⏰~~~

~~~~~~

~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

“She’s not going anywhere,” Crocodile growled, resting his arm around Buggy’s shoulders as the clown started hovering out of his seat at your uncle’s announcement.

“I assure you, gentlemen, I have no intention of forcing her, violently or otherwise. I’m just here to chat,” he purred, arching a brow at you. “You did explain my insurance, did you not? I’d hate for something—“

“Don’t hurt him,” you cut him off, though your voice was empty now, and your eyes couldn’t quite meet any of those on the couch. “If he doesn’t call…”

“Such an honor to speak with someone so well… protected,” Mihawk stepped in, poison dripping in every word. “To have what amounts to your own personal Buster Call is quite the feat.”

“Oh, it’s nothing so outlandish as that,” Uncle Cedrick laughed, brushing the fake compliment away with a wave of his hand. His eyes crawled over you again, and you caught the satisfied smirk he failed to hide. He didn’t need to hide it. “Just friends in high places. One of the perks of our family name.”

Silence. The most painfully awkward silence you’d ever felt.

“Now, it’s time for you to honor that name, niece. You’ve had your fun.”

“Why do you need her anyway,” the clown spat. His fingers tapped at his knee, until Mihawk rested his hand there. Buggy’s breath calmed a bit as he let his fingers go still over the swordsman’s, but he never looked away from his target. “You already got everything! She’s not the heir, so just leave—“

Uncle Cedrick’s laughter was the smug twist of a key, the cruel sound of your cage being shut and locked forever.

“Is that what she told you,” he shook his head, still recovering from laughter. Uncle seemed to be having a grand old time stomping all over your sand castle. “I wonder how many more lies my little niece has been feeding you.”

“What are you saying,” Crocodile asked coldly. Braving a glance at his face gave you nothing, those frightening features were closed off to you now.

“Well, I suppose it’s a good sign that you never trusted these pirates,” he sighed, not noticing the creaks from the couch while three villains refrained from murdering him yet again.

“Explain,” Mihawk ordered, sharp, deadly.

Uncle Cedrick threw you a taunting smile.

“Y/N is Arbo Sylvad’s sole heir.”

It’s over.

~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

~~~~~~

~~~⏰🌲🌲🌲⏰~~~

“No more Numbers Girl. Y/N is Captain Buggy’s Flashy Girl now,” Buggy mimicked your voice, pulling the notepad and pen from your hands.

“Buggy,” you groaned, uselessly pulling on his arms to grab for his hands, only for everything to float out of reach. “Please, Bugs. I just want to do my job, baby. I want to help you.”

At first it was sweet.

“Mm, but you help me everyday,” your clown purred, pulling you closer on that fancy, green couch. “My pretty star, helping me shine…”

Months of this.

“Buggy, plea— Mm, we need to work on the… fuck…”

Months of your sweet clown not wanting to leave your side for a second.

“What does my flashy girl need to work on,” Buggy teased, starting to kiss along your thighs after kneeling between them. He’d barely touched you, and you were already sighing, eyes already fluttering for him.

Months of forgetting the world, forgetting everything but each other.

“Finances, Bugs,” you urged, curling your fingers into his hair to try to make him focus.

Just listen to me, Buggy.

You’d pulled his hair too hard, and the little moan he let out made your body ache, always hungry for him.

“Okay, star,” Buggy rasped, eyes going dark. "I promise. We’ll start bright and early tomorrow, and you can tell me all those long words you like.”

“Why tomorrow? We have plenty of—“

“It’s already lunchtime,” he scolded in mock horror. “It’s best to start work like that—“

“It’s not even eleven— Oh gods… Buggy, you promise? Just work tomorrow? Just… mmn, please...”

“I promise,” Buggy beamed, his perfect face shining when he pulled away from your needy cunt long enough to tease you. “I promise I’m gonna make my pretty star laugh, and come, and shine for me every fucking day. Now, is my flashy girl gonna let her captain finish his lunch?”

It was hard to think. You didn’t want to think. You’d never been with someone for this long before. Was it normal to get frustrated with him like this? Was it normal to still melt every time he touched you?

Nothing about your life felt normal, but this felt like the closest to thing real that you’d ever get. These last few months with Buggy were the brightest your life had been since… He shined so bright, and you wanted to disappear with him into the night sky, lost forever.

You just wished he would listen, and you wished you could stop giving in every single time.

But then you’d give in, and remember why you couldn’t stop.

“Please, Bugs.”

“Whatcha need, flashy girl,” the clown teased, pressing little kisses and bites along your thighs.

“I need you, Buggy,” you begged, spreading your legs wide for him as your head fell back. “Need your lips, your tongue, your nose…”

“Oh yeah? Such a small list,” Buggy scolded, his breath moving closer, teasing against all that wetness he’d drawn from you.

“Captain Buggy.”

It came out in a whine now, and you pouted more when he laughed at your pathetic face.

“Need your teeth, your hands, your fingers,” you listed, aching for him. The manic look in his eyes while he watched you fall apart for him made you need him more.

“I need your cock inside me now, Buggy, please.”

“My girl’s so good for me,” he breathed over your core, leaving teasing kisses around where you needed him, until you were twitching, almost sobbing for him. “But don’t rush your captain. I haven’t finished my lunch yet.”

Tomorrow. We’ll work tomorrow.

Tomorrow was too late.

~~~⏰🌲🌲🌲⏰~~~

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~~~⏰🤡🤡🤡⏰~~~

“It’s true, Y/N,” Mihawk let out, that dangerous voice sharp enough to stab through the clown’s pathetic soul. “You have an opportunity to live an interesting life. Don’t disappoint us by lowering yourself for that clown.”

They’re right, baby.

She didn’t speak, and Buggy ached to float to her, to make sure she was okay, but he was wrecked. Useless. They’d tossed his head behind the couch like a piece of trash, and Crocodile was still using his body as a footrest.

“Say it, Y/N,” Crocodile commanded her.

It’s all my fault, star.

“Wh-What…”

The scarred man kicked Buggy again, this time sending his body across the floor. The clown fought to choke them down, but weak, broken noises left his lips, and he broke even further when he heard Y/N gasping for him. She was so close, right there.

I never should have taken her. I’m an idiot. Selfish. They’re gonna hurt my–

“Say it.”

“I won’t… I won’t lower myself for that clown.”

Good. I never deserved you, star. Why didn’t I listen to you?

Now he listened.

Crocodile and Mihawk were praising her, but Buggy didn’t hear them. Just the rustle of movement, and Y/N’s strained, desperate breathing. He knew that breathing.

She was trying so hard.

I’m not worth it, baby. Just an idiot. Can’t believe I actually thought… No. It was stupid.

You could never love me.

I’ll never be anything but a fucking joke.

~~~⏰🤡🤡🤡⏰~~~

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~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

“That doesn’t make any sense,” Buggy denied. You wanted to grab him, to run away right now, before any more of your shame could crawl into the light.

“If Y/N is the sole heir, then why are you holding the reins?”

Mihawk held his wineglass a little closer, as though he were protecting his precious red from hearing such a sordid tale.

You coughed another sick laugh, shaking your head toward the floor.

“My benevolent brother doted on your young CFO here,” Uncle Cedrick began, relaxing into the chair. He always loved to hear himself talk.

“I wanna hear it from you,” Crocodile ordered. Unreadable silver eyes gutted you like his hook just might if he didn’t like your story.

Why did you curse me, dad?

You had never wanted your story to be different more than you did right now.

“Uncle Cedrick is standing in. I won't become the heir until… Until I decide I’m ready.”

“What does that mean,” he rasped, patting his jacket for cigars that didn’t seem to be there.

“It means…”

What’s the point? It’s done now.

“What my niece means to say is that instead of honoring her father’s last wish, fulfilling her responsibilities, and accepting the family wealth, Y/N decided that she would rather live a ‘boring’ life,” Uncle Cedrick gave a patronizing laugh. “Sylvad’s heiress would rather work at a bank. It boggles the mind, honestly.”

“Miss Y/N is free to make her own choices,” Mihawk threatened, finally setting his comfort wine aside.

“But of course,” your uncle conceded the point, waving his hand before turning to you again. “If only my dear brother hadn’t been so cruel, although maybe not as cruel as my niece.”

“What the fuck are you talking about,” Buggy growled.

“Get to the point, Sylvad,” Crocodile warned, rubbing that large hand over the clown’s shoulders.

“Arbo decided to give Y/N everything, including the decision of whether or not to release her mother and sister’s rightful inheritance, but only when she takes up her role,” he tutted, sipping his wine while his eyes sparkled at you. “Who knows what drove my brother to such a heartless choice. Although it’s possible that he wasn’t aware of how selfish his favorite little daughter could be.”

“Don’t,” you breathed, all of your villains tilting forward.

“Your insurance may be effective, Sylvad,” Mihawk threatened, predator eyes focused on his prey. “However, accidents can still occur. Mind your fucking tongue.”

“My apologies,” he laughed. Everything was easy, everything was always working out for him. “You’re right, of course. I shouldn’t be airing our family’s dirty laundry in front of my gracious hosts.”

“Is that it?”

Buggy laughed, chaotic and perfect, and it made you forget for just a moment.

“You feel bad for not making your mom and sister stupid rich? Well, boo fuckin’ hoo,” he mocked, his fake crying face pulling a small, strangled laugh from your throat. “That’s not your fucking job!”

My sweet, lovely clown.

A sigh moved through you, and you let your body relax, let your eyes drift closed.

Pretending.

“I suppose you’re right,” that needling voice went on, narrowing in on you again. “You’ve spent all these years avoiding your responsibilities as heir, but at least you were safe.”

“Miss Y/N is safe with us.”

Crocodile’s rough voice pulled your eyes open, and you found the three of them watching you, eyes softer than they should be. You shivered, until Uncle Cedrick made you freeze.

“That may be so, but it’s been months since you ran away. Kat’s been worried sick about you, Y/N. Dr. Vorsan’s been doing what he can to help, but you can’t blame her for being scared for her sister.”

He tilted his head toward you, catching your eyes while practiced compassion took over his features.

“Dr. Vorsan is concerned for you too, niece. Your decisions have—“

“Who’s this doctor,” Crocodile questioned.

Your world went dull.

“Keeping more secrets, niece? Well, I suppose that’s to be expected from such a troubled mind.”

“Your mind’s about to be fucking troubled you fucking—“

“Please,” your whimpered plea made the clown go still.

“Star?”

“It’s a shame, really,” your uncle explained. “It only makes sense, of course. After the tragedy of her father’s death, and that little incident with the snail…”

No.

“Dr. Vorsan always warned us there’d be lifelong effects from that sort of trauma, especially on someone so young.”

Stop.

You wanted to pretend one last time. To see their eyes before they changed. Now you couldn’t look away.

Just a little bit longer.

Uncle Cedrick lost his somber tone, looking down the couch while he complained until he landed on Crocodile.

“I suppose it could be worse. The doctor said we’d be lucky if promiscuity was her worst flaw. You know what they say about girls with daddy issues—“

“STOP!!!”

Crocodile’s eyes had been wide with rage, but now he was shaking. The point of his hook was a hair’s breadth away from your skin after you’d leapt between him and his prey. Mihawk and Buggy had joined him when he lunged toward Uncle Cedrick, but now they pulled him back, breaking the scarred man out of his frozen moment.

“Sweetheart… I’m so sorry.”

“I’m leaving.”

Such a small sentence, and your voice was so quiet, yet the eruption it caused was overwhelming. These three, powerful men looked panicked, all speaking at once while they beseeched you, begged for you to not mean those two little words.

“What? No, star, you don’t need to—“

“Darling, we’re here. Whatever you need—“

“Please, sweet girl, let us help—“

“Wonderful! I knew you’d see reason.” Uncle Cedrick clapped a hand on his knee before standing, already making his way out of the room.

“You were always so smart, Y/N. I’ll meet you in the foyer, so you can say your little goodbyes. Thank you, gentlemen—“

“Get out!”

The door closed, and Crocodile’s face fell, regret following his newest show of rage.

“Baby, you’re not going.”

“I'm done pretending. I’m going home,” you declared, pulling away from Buggy’s touch, fighting not to meet those beautiful eyes.

“Sweetheart, please,” Crocodile begged, going to his knees. Those large fingers cradled your face, and you had to meet his gaze. “I’m so sorry, I’ll be better. I’ll protect you. I love you, Y/N. Let me help—“

“I told you what I want, Crocodile. I’ll never forgive you if you make me your prisoner again.”

You’d hurt this frightening man. This ex-Warlord of the Sea. His name on your lips made his face crumple, made something break.

Sick laughter almost rolled off your tongue at the thought of how few people could claim that they had hurt this terrifying, secretly soft man.

“Rabbit,” Mihawk breathed, pulling you aside. His wicked fingers danced over your hair, trailing down to trace soothing lines along the sides of your face until you almost sighed.

“Please don’t leave, darling,” the swordsman rasped, those predator's eyes going desperate while he scanned your features. “I'll do anything. I love you, rabbit. I need—“

“Thanks for pretending,” you forced out as you tore yourself free, looking away before you could see how your words would affect this untouchable man. “It was fun, but I'm done playing. I hope you find a new toy soon.”

Your foot caught on that pile of fancy rugs when you ran toward the door, but Buggy was there. His upper body lifted you high, his sweet smile almost making you forget. He was always so good at making you forget the world.

“Put me down.”

“I don’t believe you,” Buggy whispered, setting you on your feet, and squeezing your cheeks together before you shook him off.

“I don’t—“

“I’m sorry I didn’t listen before, star. I should have—“

“I’m leaving. I want to go.”

“You’re not saying anything mean to me,” the clown teased, a crooked smirk catching your breath. “You can’t, huh? I knew it. I knew I was never a joke to you, baby.”

“I want to go…”

“I’ll listen this time, star,” he promised, kneeling so he could gaze up at you with that manic love in his eyes. “I think you wanna stay. The only way I’ll believe that you want us to let you go is if you promise me something.”

He started searching his silly red outfit for hidden pockets, pulling out his item with a magician’s flourish. You were shaking while you watched him, your feet wobbling in those pretty shoes that had barely managed to stay on when you tripped.

“What’d ya think, dollface?”

Hypnotizing.

A silver, oval locket, almost the length of your palm, swung back and forth in front of your eyes until he placed it into your hand.

Etched onto the metal was a ship sailing under a night sky. A smattering of stars floated above the scene, but one star stood out with a halo of rays spreading wide, gorgeous details showing that this was the one.

And that little ship was pointed straight toward it, guided by its shining star.

“I wanted to give it to you a while ago, but I didn’t think— well, you know.”

He nodded toward the wounded villains who’d both gone to their knees now, while his lips still trapped you with that sweet, mischievous smile.

“Anyway... I love you, Y/N. You’re my shining star,” the clown confessed, gripping your arms while you tried not to fall to the floor. “I’m never gonna believe that you don’t love me back. If you really want me to let you go, you gotta promise you’ll keep me close to your heart, baby. Tell me you’ll always keep a piece of me with you.”

His hands floated up, fastening that long chain around your neck before pressing the heavy locket against your heart.

“Stay. Or promise you’ll keep me here forever. I’m not letting you leave if you—“

“I promise,” you choked out, grabbing the gloved hand that held the locket.

“My flashy girl,” he winked. Your sweet, lovely clown. “I’m gonna miss you, baby.”

If I cry, I won’t leave.

Nodding. Swallowing. Shaking.

Walking away.

Not looking back.

~~~

Your mind hovered above your body, thankfully numbing the pain of leaving this strange place you’d almost thought of as home.

Numb was good. Numb was better.

Numb got you through Uncle Cedrick’s gloating long enough to request to retire to your own quarters, but privacy gave your body permission to feel, no matter how hard you tried to resist.

No.

Need to be numb.

Alone on a luxurious bed in a beautiful dress, you ached for emptiness. For drugs, for pain. That thought made you sob, the sound strangled while you fought to stuff it all down deep.

It’s just for daydreams now. Just daydreams.

You should have left the locket there. Or thrown it into the sea. It would only make it hurt worse.

Struggling with the seam, you found a key hole, and let out a pathetic laugh. It would have been nice to see his face again. Yet something else caught your eye, something tiny etched onto the back.

6♠️

“I’m sorry, Buggy,” you cried, slow, painful tears finally escaping. “I’m so sorry.”

~~~🌲🌲🌲~~~

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~~~🐊🤡🗡️~~~

Crocodile never felt helpless. Yet she had left him on his knees.

He couldn’t pick himself back up.

Mihawk had let himself feel a new range of emotions these last few days. Explored them, fought them, accepted them.

Now he hated them.

Though not as much as he hated himself.

Buggy sat on the ground between his old torturers, ruining another pair of gloves when he rested his head in his hands.

“What the fuck are you all doing?”

~~~🐊🤡🗡️~~~

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~~~🐊🤡🔴🗡️~~~

Shanks had practically fled the banquet hall, and guilt followed close behind. Guilt that he didn’t care about the man that had died strung up like a prize at a circus.

All he cared about was Buggy.

And Y/N.

“What’s wrong with you,” he panicked, the sight of the Cross Guild in silent agony across the floor sending him reeling. He marched toward Mihawk first, pulling the man up by a shoulder of his fancy coat. The swordsman didn’t even cringe at the rough treatment to that exquisite fabric.

“I just watched her follow that asshole to the docks! Why didn’t you stop her?”

“Can’t force her,” Crocodile rasped as he slumped to the side, sounding like he was speaking to himself.

“She didn’t…” Mihawk trailed off, leaving Shanks horrified while he watched his old friend, his powerful lover, disappear inside himself.

“Let’s go get her,” the red haired pirate demanded, slapping Mihawk hard enough to make those golden eyes flare. “Sylvad doesn’t know I’m your friend. He wants to have a friendly chat with an Emperor of the Sea.”

Shanks pulled out the card, the man’s overwhelming cologne wafting along with it.

“We can take the Red Force, alright? We’ll get her—“

“We can’t,” Mihawk pushed Shanks back, aching for more violence. “She wanted to go. I can’t do that to her again. Can’t—“

“You don’t need to be sorry, star…”

“Bugs,” Shanks asked, fear gripping him when he went to his murmuring clown. Buggy had a finger stuffed into one of his ears, and a bittersweet smile playing on his lips.

“Charmed the sea beast, huh? I knew you could, shit head.”

“What's going on, Buggy,” Crocodile asked, voice tired, almost done. Mihawk moved closer, touching a hand to the larger man’s arm. They both closed their eyes for a moment before studying their manic clown.

“She’s smart,” Buggy yelled, his brief optimism replaced by vicious determination as the sounds in his head grew louder. “Y/N didn’t wanna leave with that asshole! And she knew exactly what to say to make all of us do what she wanted. Not to mention how scared she was of that mini Buster Call bullshit. She’s…”

“You’re right,” Crocodile rasped, clenching that large fist, but trying not to slam it into anything. He’d broken too many things already.

“We still can’t force her,” Mihawk breathed, replaying every word she’d spat at him.

“There’s something else going on...” Buggy shook, his body going to pieces to pace and float in front of this strange mix of his old enemies and lovers. “Y/N’s smart. There’s gotta be a reason. Once I know what it is, we’ll go help her. I'm gonna make it stop.”

“What do you mean,” Shanks asked, grimacing when those particular words left his lips.

“I mean, she’s CRYING!!”

Buggy couldn’t take any more of it, screaming with useless fury while he thrashed around the room. There was no way for the other men to grab hold of him, or to stop him without hurting him. They called his name, letting him rage until he brought his body together to collapse onto that green, velvet couch.

His three, dangerous lovers knelt in front of him with concerned eyes, their gentle hands trying to soothe.

Shanks pulled that extravagant hat off of Buggy’s head to brush blue hair from the clown’s face.

“Buggy, you’re missing an ear.”

“Not missing,” Buggy choked, those faraway sounds like seawater drowning his heart.

“Listening.”

~~~🐊🤡🔴🗡️~~~

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Author's Note: Remember when everyone thought I hated Buggy?? 🤡💙😭

Chapter 28

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