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bones4thecats · 7 months ago

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Hello! If you're still doing requests, could I ask for a angst (or fluff if you think that it works better) of Leona, Vil, Malleus, and/or Lilla (if I could do 4) reacting to Male!Reader having the Unique Magic of a Empathic Healer. This spell would allow the reader to heal any and all wounds inflicted on whom he's trying to healing. However, rather than creating blot to patch up the wounds, they are instead transferred onto the Reader, making it like he was the one that got the wound instead. He is well aware of the dangers and still can't stop himself because he hates people being hurt if he had the power to stop it.

I hope that this was good! Thank you for reading it at least!

M! S/O With A Emphatic Healer! UM.

Type of Writing: Request Name: M! S/O With A Emphatic Healer! Unique Magic (UM.) Characters: Leona Kingscholar, Vil Schoenheit, Malleus Draconia, and Lilia Vanrouge Requester: @beawesome04

A/N: This is fairly angsty with fluff at the ending of each, by the way, this is by far one of my best and favorite requests ever received! I loved the prompt and how you described everything! Anyways, I hope you enjoy this!!

P.S.: For Lilia's part, I used his General! Self

⚠️ TW: Swearing, mentions of war and harm ⚠️ Spoilers for: Books 2 and 7 ⚠️

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Male! Reader ; Reader Heals Leona From Overblot

🦁 Leona was sorer than he ever has been in his entire life

🦁 Opening his eyes with a massive groan, he could hear the sounds of crying and whimpers while people both yelled and ordered people in different ways, this large amount of sounds made his ears pucker down towards his skull as his eyesight became clearer

🦁 Looking at the sky, Leona noticed that a small amount of liquid dripped onto his face, making him slightly flinch and fully open his eyes, catching the sight of a large cut forming onto his boyfriend’s forehead

🦁 His eyes widened as he lunged upwards and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest as he asked you what you were doing

" I- I just wanted you to be okay… " " Y'know what your unique magic does to you, Y/N! I may be okay, but you'd be damaged just as badly, you dumbass! " " It's better me than you. " " No! It was my fault for letting my emotions control me so easily, not yours! "

🦁 Leona furrowed his eyebrows as you began to crack and start crying as he held you closely, then he noticed that you had quite a few bruises and burns from no doubt healing others and him

🦁 As his eyesight began to slosh over with tears of his own, he gripped your tighter, minding where you had injuries. And as he noticed you begin to sob harder, his tail wrapped around your leg protectively

" Leona- I mean, Housewarden? " " What? " " Is he alright? " " He'll be fine… but he might need to heal himself. I’ll take 'em to the nurse. " " You better get fixed up yourself, Leona! " " Yeah, yeah… "

🦁 Looking down at your frail form, Leona sighed internally. What did he, a lazy and arrogant second-born prince, do to deserve your caring and comforting self?

Male! Reader ; Reader Helps Heal Others From A Poison-Blast

👑 Vil knew that you cared for others, and he also would scold you whenever you would end up in some bad spots because of your care for others. But this was too far

👑 He understood that other students outside of certain dorms, Pomefiore and Diasomnia, weren’t the best when it comes to handling poisons and other dangerous concoctions, but this was officially topping any kind of incident he had ever seen before

👑 A second-year had accidentally splashed something into their cauldron which resulted in a poisonous 'bomb' that had affected multiple of the members in their class

👑 And because you hated seeing people being hurt, you had jumped in and began to help others with the poison by using your unique magic

👑 This healed them, but resulted in the poisoning affecting you instead

👑 Now Vil was staring down as you as you drank multiple poison-antidotes in order for your body to heal more naturally

" What were you thinking, Y/N? " " I’m sorry, Vil. But, I couldn’t just watch as they suffered from such pain. You know what my weaknesses are! "

👑 Sighing and running his hands down your bandage-wrapped arms as he sat down next to you, Vil began to hum a small tune that he had heard over the radio a few days prior

👑 He knew you liked this song, and you smiled gently and grabbed his hand, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles. Vil just looked into your eyes and loosened his stance slightly

" Just- don’t get over your head like this again, please… " " I promise on my collection of photo-albums of us. " " Good answer, Meine Liebe. "

( Meine Liebe = German for "My Love" )

Male! Reader ; Healing Yuu From Leona’s Overblot

🐉 Malleus was not amused when you jumped into the battle against Leona’s overblot state and began to try healing others, as he knew how dangerous your unique magic was to yourself

🐉 He then began to use his magic to levitate others into the healer’s direction, but he tried to get them away from you

🐉 Unfortunately, you had found the injure-ridden magicless prefect, Yuu Sei, on the ground and you began to use your magic faster than Riddle would be to behead someone for taking his strawberry tart

🐉 He looked around and noticed that Yuu was waking as your once-clean frame was being tattered with bruises and scratches alike all from the human

🐉 When he finally was able to pull you away from everyone else, he began to use his own magic to heal you, his eyebrows furrowed as he silently worked away on each cut, bruise, and injury alike

🐉 Once finished, he looked into your eyes and sighed deeply before embracing you tightly as he burrowed his face into your neck and took in your scent

" Why…? " " Why what, Mal? " " Why risk your own life for a human's? " " You and I both know that Yuu has value. One beyond many of us', they make me want to protect them more than any other mortal, well- besides Sebek and Silver, I suppose. "

🐉 He watched as you began to debate with yourself as your injuries faded away second-by-second. A small smile overtook his features as he hugged you again and you embraced him back

" I love you, my Healing Beauty. " " And I love you, my Darling Prince. "

( Men can be beautiful too. Bite me. )

Male! Reader ; Healing Him During the Fae v. Human War

🦇 Groaning in pain as he held his side while you hid beside him, Lilia felt the slight amount of blood begin to fall from his midsection. These damned mortals were getting more powerful by the second

🦇 Hopefully the others were doing just as well as before… he cannot afford to lose any more men in this treacherous war

🦇 He turned as he heard you move and roll your uniform’s sleeves up as you pushed your butterfly mask aside and began to chant your small unique spell’s name

" Y/N… what- what are you doing?! You know what that damned spell does to you! " " I don’t care at the moment, Lilia. Your health matters more. " " Bullshit! Y/N, I’ll be fine, just step aside and let me- " " Lilia. As your spouse I will heal you, no matter what. "

🦇 Giving in as you stared at him deadly, Lilia watched as your arms began to glow with many symbols of healing, from ones ranging from those in the burning Savannah to ones in your homeland of Briar Valley

🦇 He then watched as the pain began to fade from his side, but he also noticed how you began to look faint. And you’d be lying if you said you weren’t feeling bad

" Love, I'm fine now. The bleeding isn’t as bad as before, it should heal faster… take a break- please. " " Alright… "

🦇 Laying back on the tree, Lilia tore open a satchel that was once thrown aside by one of the previous human soldiers, he ran towards you and began to apply both alcohol to his and yours minor wound that was slightly leaking blood before wrapping them in gauze

" Alright, we should be fine now. Do you feel better, Mango? " " Yeah, thanks Lils. " " No problem, Dearest. "

( Fun facts: Butterflies symbolize rebirth, transformation, and the delicate balance between life and death & Mangos are one of a bat’s favorite fruits )

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violentdelightsandviolentends · 1 year ago

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I Know Places.

Synopsis - Jake always joked that he'd kill for you. One fateful day, he does just that.

Pairing - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Female Reader (Callsign - Ivy) - Bonnie&Clyde inspired au

Warnings - cursing. very near SA. mentions of abuse/assault. mentions of blood, gunshots and violence. mentions of suicide. please, do not read if any of these warnings will affect you.

Age Rating - 18+

Word Count - 3.1k

Author's Note - i'm not sure what happened, because this was really fluffy in my head. it ended up kind of dark, but i'm rolling with it. i like writing a different side of jake. just in time for halloween too. this was written for @laracrofted 1989TGM celebration!! <3

as always, reblogs, comments and feedback (even anonymous feedback) are immensely appreciated!! your reblogs are the only way to circulate my fics, which keeps me going <3

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You stand with your hand on my waistline

It's a scene, and we're out here in plain sight

I can hear them whisper as we pass by

It's a bad sign, bad sign

Jake's always had impeccable timing.

He'd tell you, later, that he sensed it. Just knew. Felt it in his gut, some sort of warning from the universe. He had to get to you.

The Admiral has you half bent over the desk in his office, fingers twisted into your underwear. He's trying to pull them down your legs when the door swings open.

You're paralysed, frozen with fear. The look on your face must tell Jake enough. He gets the message, understands your silent communication.

The Admiral stops. Backs away. As if putting distance between you will erase what he's been caught doing. Trying to do.

You expect Jake to yell, fight, throw The Admiral across the room by his collar. You expect blood, bruises, broken skin and bared teeth.

All you're met with is silence.

Jake strides across the room towards you. Fixes your clothes, smooths down your hair. Wipes the tears from your cheeks. He snakes a hand around your waist and guides you out of the door. Not a word said.

Something happens when everybody finds out

See the vultures circling, dark clouds

Love's a fragile little flame, it could burn out

It could burn out

"He'll ruin my career."

You're tucked into Jake's lap, legs slung over his hips as he holds you close. His rough fingertips run themselves up and down your spine, comforting and gentle. You inhale his musk, letting the familiarity fill your lungs.

"You didn't do anything wrong, baby."

"That won't matter."

The two of you are whispering, hushed voices bouncing off the furniture. You're alone together in Jake's living room. There's no one else around. You think he's scared he'll spook you. You're right.

"I worked so hard for this, Jake. I sacrificed everything to get into Top Gun."

"I know, baby."

"I can't lose it all."

He presses a tender kiss to your forehead, brushing your hair back from your eyes.

"What do you want to do? Report him?"

"Jake, you're not listening to me. He'll ruin my career."

"But he's the guilty one. Not you."

"Yeah, well. This is the way it works. Men can assault you and still play the victim."

You're frustrated, now. There's something bubbling, running through your veins. You can't put your finger on it. It feels like more than rage. Whatever it is, it's lethal.

You climb off Jake's lap and stand, pacing across the carpet.

"What am I supposed to do?" you murmur, tears threatening to spill.

Jake can't stand the wobble in your voice. It tightens something in his chest, pulls at his heartstrings. He was furious, before. He's just sad now.

"I'll do anything you ask," he tells you, standing up to cradle your face in his hands. "Anything in the world."

"I know."

And you do. That's what it's like, being with Jake. He loves so entirely, with his whole being. Every fibre of his heart belongs to you. It beats to the rhythm of your name.

"Just tell me what you wanna do, baby. I'm on your side. No matter what."

You lean up to kiss him, his lips soft and careful against yours.

"I'm not sure, yet. When I know, you'll know."

Jake sits back down on the couch, pulling you with him. You tuck yourself into his side, fitting there perfectly. He slings an arm around your waist and keeps you close, holding you a little tighter than usual.

Cause they got the cages, they got the boxes

And guns

They are the hunters, we are the foxes

And we run

"We should kill him."

You're strewn across Jake's chest, tangled in the sheets. Your limbs and hearts are intertwined, bodies drenched in sweat and lungs heaving.

"What?"

You sit up, pulling the comforter up and over your body slightly to combat the chill of the ocean breeze that's filtering through the open window.

"Let's kill him."

You look over to your boyfriend, waiting for the punchline. It never comes.

"Jake."

He turns to you, the most serious you've ever seen him. There's a look in his eye you've never seen before. It's dark. You're vaguely aware you should probably feel fear - but all you feel is anticipation.

"How many girls do you think he's done this to before you? How many will come after?"

You swallow, biting at your lips.

"He needs to be stopped, baby. You and I both know they won't fire him. He needs to be taken out of the equation altogether."

You realise, suddenly, that the thing you're worried about isn't the morality of the situation. It's the logistics. You don't want to get caught.

"Do you think we're smart enough to get away with murder?"

"Baby," he drawls, brushing his knuckles over your cheekbone. "We're a hell of a lot smarter than people give us credit for."

You know he's right. People underestimate both you and Jake. Everyone assumes he's nothing but a pretty face and toned muscles. That you're just his pilot girlfriend, seduced by his Southern charm and the fact that he's good in bed.

It seems like a challenge, now. You want to do this. You want to see if you can get away with it. You're already on the precipice of losing everything - why not go out with a bang?

"How would we do it?" you ask, leaning in closer to the blonde man next to you.

He thinks for a moment, running his fingers up and down your bare thighs.

"I say we make it look like a suicide. Shoot him in the head and frame it so it looks self inflicted."

You nod, processing.

"I think we should hold him at gunpoint first. Get him to write a confession, some sort of letter. That way, there's no confusion as to what happened."

"You're a genius," Jake grins, dipping down to kiss you.

He slips his tongue into your mouth effortlessly, sighing when he tastes himself from earlier. You straddle his waist and tangle your fingers into his hair, desperate to be close to him.

Both of you are high on adrenaline, buzzed on the anticipation of what's to come.

Baby, I know places we won't be found and

They'll be chasing their tails trying to track us down

'Cause I, I know places we can hide

I know places

Murder isn't as hard as you thought it'd be.

Careful planning. Airtight alibis. Reassurance and recon.

You and Jake have created the perfect crime.

The two of you show up to The Admiral's office on an evening you know he'll be working late. He's doing paperwork when you arrive.

You walk in first. Jake follows, and locks the door behind him.

The Admiral goes to speak, but you silence him with a handgun pointed at his chest.

"Speak, and you die."

He doesn't say another word.

Jake takes the gun from your hand and walks around the desk, pressing it into his superiors temple.

"We need a couple of things from you," he begins. "Just a favour or two."

The Admiral is sweating, pale and rigid. He looks scared. It sends a rush of adrenaline through you. You're enjoying this. Jake is too, judging by the beaming grin on his face.

"Grab a pen, and some paper. We're about to do some creative writing."

Jake orchestrates the letter. Gets him to write exactly what you need. Notes down the brutality, the arrogance, the abuse of power. He makes him recount every incident, not just yours. You're there for what feels like hours, as his shaky hands move the pen across the paper.

Finally, he finishes. Dots the I's and crosses the T's. Jake chuckles.

"Wonderful. And for the last part of this joyous evening were having together, my girlfriend is gonna shoot you."

The Admiral chokes on his breath. Looks to you with fear in his eyes. Finally, you think. He understands how it felt.

He goes to open his mouth, but you stop him.

"Don't beg. Don't plead. It's pathetic."

"We made up our mind weeks ago," Jake adds. "You're not going to deter us now."

You smile at your boyfriend, giddy over the way he's protecting you, saving you, loving you.

"I'm going to enjoy this," you whisper.

You take the gun from Jake and press it to The Admiral's temple. You know the silencer will muffle the noise - you really have thought of everything.

You click off the safety, and lean down so your mouth is next to his ear.

"This is for all of the women you hurt."

You pull the trigger.

He dies instantly.

Lights flash and we'll run for the fences

Let them say what they want, we won't hear it

Loose lips sink ships all the damn time

Not this time

In another life, you and Jake could have been actors.

You're all called into the briefing room the next day, gathered together in confusion.

Admiral Simpson stands in front of your class - pale as a sheet, dark circles bruised under his eyes.

"There's been a situation, and we want you to hear it from us," he begins. "I ask that you all keep this to yourselves, where possible. Don't talk to any media, don't gossip, don't spread rumours. Understood?"

When you all nod, he continues.

"The Admiral is dead."

The room goes silent. Jake's hand finds yours under the table. To anyone on the outside, it looks like a boyfriend supporting his girlfriend. To you, it's something different.

It feels like time stands still. The world stops turning, suspending you in the present moment. Eventually, Rooster speaks.

"What happened?"

Beau clears his throat, swiping his hand over his face.

"He took his own life."

There are whispers now, hushed and clipped. Everyone is in a state of shock and confusion. Everyone, except for you and the blonde man next to you. He squeezes your hand tightly, refusing to let go.

"Of course, there will be an investigation. But, it seems pretty obvious to us what happened. If anyone in this room has been effected by the actions of The Admiral that have come to light... please, speak to me, or any other of your superiors. Thank you. "

He exits the room, leaving all of you in palpable silence.

"What the fuck?" Payback mutters. "What did he mean, 'actions that have come to light?'"

"There's rumours," Phoenix begins. "He had a... soft spot, for young female pilots. People have been whispering about it for months."

Suddenly, all eyes are on you. You're the only other woman in the room besides Natasha, and she clearly wasn't involved.

"Did he ever... try anything with you, Ivy?"

"No," you're quick to answer. "No. Thank God."

The room breathes a collective sigh of relief.

If only they knew.

they take their shots, but we're bulletproof I know places

and you know for me, it's always you I know places

in the dead of night, your eyes so green I know places

and I know for you, it's always me I know places

A month later, you snap.

Jake comes home to find you frantically shoving clothes into a duffel bag, sweat dripping down your back.

"Baby," he tries, cautious, like he's approaching a spooked animal. "Baby."

You turn to face him with wild eyes, fear radiating off you.

"What's wrong, angel?"

You look at him incredulously.

"What's wrong? What's fucking wrong? We killed someone, Jake! That's what's wrong!"

"He wasn't a good guy."

"That doesn't matter. That doesn't make it right."

He cradles your face in his hands, eyes never leaving yours.

"Talk to me. What's going on? You've been okay. We've been okay. I thought we were processing, moving forward."

"I was. And then today, I just... can't. It was murder, Jake. Premeditated murder."

"Listen to me," he demands, tilting your chin up so your eyes are level. "He was an awful, awful man. The world is a better place without him. We saved so many women from a horrible fate, baby. We did a good thing."

You inhale carefully, and exhale a shaky breath, leaning up to press a kiss to his bitten lips.

"Yeah?" you ask, unsure. "We did save people, didn't we?"

"We wouldn't have done it without just reason, baby. We're good people, you and I. We both know we are."

You nod, looking for any signs of insecurity in his eyes. You don't find a single speck.

"You're right. Fuck, you're right. Sorry if I scared you, Jake."

"You scared me because I thought you were leaving me," he chuckles. "Wondered what I did wrong."

"Nothing," you're quick to reassure, tangling tracing your fingertips over the features of his face in a featherlight touch. "My God, Jake. I've never loved anyone as much as I love you. You're it for me. You're my forever."

Jake leans down, pressing his lips to yours firmly and surely. It's as if he's telling you everything he feels without using any words. He pulls you into him, winding his arms around your back and tugging you closer.

"I've got you, baby. No matter what happens. It's me and you, always. I love you."

"I love you too, Seresin. Always."

They are the hunters, we are the foxes

And we run

Just grab my hand and don't ever drop it

My love

"Let's run away."

You're taking off your shoes by the door when Jake comes bounding down the stairs, buzzing with energy.

"Hmm?"

"Let's run away, baby. You and me. The open road. We can go anywhere we want."

"Jake," you laugh. "Are you drunk? What's happening?"

"Not drunk. My head's clearer than it has ever been. I've been thinking, while you were gone."

"Thinking about...?" you ask, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning up to kiss his rosy lips.

"Getting out of here. This place is full of bad memories and old ghosts. We can start afresh somewhere new."

"Like where?"

"Anywhere. Literally anywhere. We don't even have to stay in America. We could go to Europe, Australia, Canada? The possibilities are actually endless."

"What's triggered this?" you murmur. "You okay?"

"I'm always okay when I'm with you," he smiles. "But.... I can just feel it, you know? I can feel everything piling up. There's a weight on my shoulders, and on yours too. We can let that go. I know we can."

"You're right, about the weight. I haven't relaxed in months."

Jake slides his hands under your shirt, tracing his fingers up and down the bare skin of your back.

"I know," he murmurs against your lips. "I think there's something better out there for us."

"Where would we go? Like, serious talk, what are our options?"

"I know places," he winks.

"What places, Jake?" you try to chide, but you're smiling.

"We can go to my mom's, first, in Texas. Just to touch base. From there, I mean it when I say literally anywhere, baby. Wherever you wanna go, we can go. You've always wanted to go to Italy, right? We could go there. Or I have a high school friend in Perth - we could go there."

"I wanna go somewhere with good food. Kind people. Beautiful views. A little sunshine wouldn't hurt either."

He's grinning at you, white and blinding. His excitement is contagious, settling into your bones.

"Imagine it, baby. Me and you, on the beach all day. We could surf, swim, go grab some lunch, then surf and swim some more. Go home, make dinner, sit out in the yard and listen to the ocean waves. Do it all again the next day."

You can't wipe the smile off your face, practically bouncing on the soles of your feet.

"Okay."

Jake stops in his tracks, still and rigid.

"Really?"

"Really. We can go right now, Jake. I don't wanna be here any longer."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Fuck, I love you. Let's pack our shit and go, baby."

Jake kisses you with fervour, dipping you backwards like you're in a movie. You squeal, gripping the nape of his neck for balance. He picks you up and spins you around, twirling you like a fairytale.

"What about everyone here?" you ask, forehead pressed to Jake's.

"We'll miss them, and they'll miss us, but we'll all be okay."

He's right. These people are your family, but they'll understand. You have to do what's best for you.

"Do you really wanna go as soon as we can?"

"Yeah, Jake. I meant it. We can start packing right now."

He wraps his arms around your middle and carries you upstairs, throwing the closet doors open while you grab your suitcase.

Baby, I know places we won't be found and

They'll be chasing their tails trying to track us down

'Cause I, I know places we can hide

I know places

The sun beats down on your skin, warming you up from the outside in. There's a breeze whipping through your hair, carrying salt from the ocean into the car. The sunroof is down, allowing you to breathe in the fresh air.

Jake's hand slides across the centre console and onto your thigh, thumb rubbing circles into your bare skin.

"You okay?"

He's looking over at you, taking his eyes off the road for a split second.

"I'm good, baby."

He smiles, the grin reaching every feature of his face, lighting him up.

You've been on the road for months, stopping and starting however and whenever you please. A motel here, a beach apartment there. You've lost count of how many states you've travelled through, collecting postcards in each one.

You'll settle down, eventually. You've been making a list of your favourite places you've visited, ranking them as you go. You'll most likely buy a place in your top choice. But not yet.

For now, you're content with the open road. The convertible car, all your belongings in a suitcase in the trunk, roof down at every opportunity. You like not staying in one place for too long. It weirdly suits you.

Jake's never looked happier. He glows, smile lines creasing the corner of his eyes. He laughs so often, and you never get tired of the sound.

You glance down to the golden band on your left hand, smiling softly.

"What are you thinking about?" your husband asks, squeezing your thigh.

"Vegas," you beam. "Never did I think I'd be married by an Elvis impersonator in a bright blue chapel."

"I'm the epitome of class, baby. You know this."

Both of you are grinning, chuckling gently.

"We did the right thing. Leaving."

"Yeah, we did. I'm glad I believed what you said."

"What did I say?"

"That you knew places."

He traces a love heart on your skin with his thumb, over and over again.

"Told you, baby. I know places."

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mikalame · 1 year ago

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Fixing up

little tom, young love, reader being a lil sweety ,tom blushing, all that ushy gushy stuff

taglist: @oppopotamus @violentnewmarley @saumspam

Tom and ___ just got done finishing a movie and were now cuddling and enjoying each others company talking about stuff that's happening in their classes/ in their life.

Tom decides to wrap him arm around her back leaning in a tad bit but still leaving quite a gap, but not enough of a gap because ___ could see how bad his hair was getting and how badly it needed a re-twist.

"Tommie your hair is so outgrown you need to re-twist it" she whines tugging at one of the dreads closest to her. "I know, mum keeps on telling me too but i cant be assed" he groans taking the dread back from the girl.

"Ooo Tommie i could do it for you, pretty pleaseee" she beggs with puppy dog eyes "i promise it wont hurt cherries on top". After a few seconds he gives it to her begging and before he realises shes gone and down the hall starting the bath for him hair.

He gets up and cracks his back "my back is gonna kill me after this" thinking back to the time where him mum had his head over the sink to get his hair re-twisted when it was wet.

As he waddled to the bath room he sees a comfy chair with pillows and blankets all huddled around with bill dvd player with some movies stacked next to it.

"Ta da, do you like, i remember you telling me how it hurt when your mum did it cause of the tub so i thought this would be better, don't tell bill i have this tho he'll kill me" she giggles patting the chair in front of her.

"I could get used to this" he says a smirk on him face as he plops down on the chair taking his hair tie out of his hair, he feels soft hands rake through the dreads and he sinks into her touch, slowly drifting off.

He groggily opened his yes when he heard giggling, he looked his shoulder and saw the girl had packed all the things away and was leaning against the bench.

He still heard giggling even tho it was not coming from the girl, confused he looked towards the door and saw Bill, his mother and his step father all crowed by the door giggling.

He looked down and saw that bill had a camera in his hand he put two and two together that he had fallen asleep and bill had taken photos of him,

Him face when bright red in embarrassment and lunged forward to bill to grab the camera off of him but bill slipped away, Tom got tugged back by a soft hand on his own, he instantly knew it was the girl and didn't try to hard to pull back as he hung his face.

As the 2 adults walked away she closed the door, spewing complements that made his face even redder "stopp" he would whine but she just kept on going.

After a few minutes of this they hear a car pull up and Toms mother yells "___, your parents are here to pick you up" as she grabs the last of her things from the bath room she hugs tom goodbye whispering in his ear.

"You are such a cutie sleeper Tommie, i love you, see you at school" kissing his cheek goodbye. As he stands there shocked at what just happened he blushed again.

'Click' he hears and sees bill with his camera taking more pictures of him "Get back here BIll. UGH im gonna kill you!!" Tom yells at his Brother as he runs down the hall squealing.

Hope you enjoyed, dorry this is short im doing this before bed lol,

SEND REQUESTS PLEASE this fandom is lowkey dieing i hate it😭

#tokio hotel #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz imagines #tom kaulitz fluff

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grandlinedreams · 1 year ago

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monster trio reactions when reader got pms and gets really sensitive and angry?

Ooh, absolutely!! I hope that this is okay!!

[Heads up!: afab/fem aligned reader, period talk, mood swings, the boys are good boys if not a lil confused]

Luffy ㅡ probably the most confused of the three when you go from your usual cheer to irritable, wants to know what's bothering you. Apologizes for things you didn't even know he did ㅡ like eating the last of the cheesecake or stealing your pillow and replacing it with his. Thinks it's him that you're mad at, and when you tell him no, you're just generally upset with everything right now, he offers a solution in either wrestling with him or flat out yelling at the top of your lungs from the top of the Sunny's figurehead. He does it all the time (usually out of excitement) and it makes him feel better, so why shouldn't it work for you?

"Won't the others get mad?" You ask as Luffy helps you up onto the lion's head, his hand still curled around yours when you settle beside him.

"Nah, why would they? Not like anyone else can hear us. C'mon, try it!" He grins at you, squeezing your hand in encouragement.

It feels strange to do something like this and it takes a couple tries to be loud enough that Luffy thinks it'll help ㅡ but he does end up being right. Even though now your head hurts a little and your throat is sore, you do feel better about the churn of hormone fueled irritation.

"See?" Luffy beams as he reaches to help you down, using it as an excuse to hug you. "I told you it'd make you feel better!"

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Zoro ㅡ probably the worst of the three in handling it. Not because he doesn't care or isn't worried, but because he has a hair trigger temper and his first instinct is not to figure out what's going on, but to fight fire with fire. Which leads to arguments, which leads to ㅡ

"Stop yellin' at me, damn it! Not my fault you woke up and decided to be like this!" Zoro shouldn't be yelling at you, he knows that ㅡ but you started it. You've thrown him for a loop the last couple of days because of your attitude, and now you're about to throw him for another. You sniffle, and it's with absolute bafflement that Zoro realizes you've gone from pissed off to crying. "Whㅡwhy are you crying?"

Your response is garbled, and he panics a little as he pulls you to him, and you hiccup. "Come on, stop cryin'. What's with you, anyways?"

"Don't feel good," you mumble into his chest and Zoro wants to point out that picking fights isn't the way to go about feeling better, but he bites his tongue.

"C'mon, let's see if Chopper has anything that'll help and then nap, okay?" He's gruff but gentle, and when you do end up falling asleep with him for a much needed afternoon nap, he has no complaints.

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Sanji ㅡ somewhere in the middle between baffled and concerned, but also the most likely to figure out what's actually going on as far as why you're so irritable about everything. Goes out of his way to fix things that will help ease cramping/more than happy to fix something if you're craving it.

"Here you go, mon petit chou." You blink as Sanji hands you a steaming mug of something, and you give it an experimental sniff.

"Chamomile?"

Sanji nods. "I read somewhere that it's good for cramps," he says, then eyes you. "How are you feeling?"

"Better," you answer, and he watches as you take a tiny sip, humming at the taste. "Thank-you, Sanji."

He beams. "Anything for you, mon petit chou."

#ㅡanswered.#one piece scenario #one piece x reader #luffy x reader #zoro x reader #sanji x reader #ㅡmine.

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lovrre · 1 year ago

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princesses last berzatto dinner~ prt 1

Carmen berzatto x black female reader

Word count: 5k

summary : Y/n, also known as Princess, returns home to Chicago for a final Christmas dinner with the Berzattos before permanently moving to Los Angeles. Saying goodbye to the family she invited herself into when she was only six.This Dinner may be the last opportunity for y/n and Carmen to makeup before they go their separate ways forever. Will they make the most of this chance.(the way that she was supposed to be short and sweet, I literally ended up writing 8,000 words…. Anyway this will probably be a three-part series)

warnings: cursing, drug use (weed), drinking, smoking(cigarettes), smut… and probably a bunch other stuff

You knock on the front door with your right hand trying to balance the metal pan of banana pudding you brought in your left. You can see your breath in the air as you breathe due to how cold it is outside. There are no responses from when you knocked the first time so you knock again slightly harder. Still no answer, You start getting irritated with the cold air nipping at your bare legs and the pan that keeps trying to lean right. Just when you think of leaving, Richie opens the door with a confused look on his face.

“Please Don’t make that stupid face, Donna asked me to come so I’m here,” you say walking passed him into the living room, “I didn’t even say anything” you hear Richie mumble before closing the door.

As soon as you walk inside you're greeted by the loud familiar sounds of the Berzatto home. Christmas music played in the background as everyone talked loudly amongst themselves. You go to take off your coat and put it on the coat rack by the entrance. Natalie stops you Putting her arm over your shoulder And directing you through the hallway.

“Finally someone sane,” she says turning to you “Jesus you look great” she sighs looking up at you “I look a mess, I haven’t slept properly in days. I’m stressed out of my mind, Mom’s at like six right now and I can’t- is this the pudding?” Natalie asks interrupting herself, gesturing to the the metal pan in your hand. “Mmh” you hum with a sight smile “Awww you made the small pan this time,” she says with a little pout “Yeah, I decided last minute to come so I didn’t have time to….” you say realizing you’ve said too much. Sugar’s face drops slightly, “It’s just-“ you say trying to defend yourself but Natalie interrupts

“you don’t have to explain yourself, trust me I understand... I’m just glad you came, but I had hoped you and Carm worked things out by now” Sugar says with a sad smile

“I did too, but I think it’s permanent this time,” you say trying your best to sound unbothered. “Well, you still have me,” Sugar says giving you a tight side hug. “That I do,” you say giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. “Don’t stress, I’ll handle Donna” you say giving her a reassuring look. “That’s probably for the best, I think you’re probably the one who can”.

You nod walking towards the kitchen. When you walk in you see Donna’s back facing you, she's moving back and forth from the cutting board, pot, and oven. You walk up slowly behind her rubbing her back to notify her you‘re here. She jumps a little grabbing her chest.

“Y/n you scared the shit out of me,” Donna says with a big smile, she wraps her arms around you. hovering her butter-covered hands so she doesn't get any on your jacket. “Oh you look so beautiful,” Donna says gesturing like she wants to hold your face “Has Carmy seen you?” she says quickly turning around to turn something off on the stove. “No, not yet“ you reply looking around the room for somewhere to put your coat hoping she would drop the topic. “That’s OK I’ll call him for you,” Donna says fixing her mouth to yell. “No, no it’s ok Donna-“

“CARMEN GET IN HERE NOW, Y/N HERE!” Donna yells angrily at the top of her lungs. “You didn’t have to do that Donna I was gonna talk to him eventually,” You say letting out an annoyed sigh “So…I just sped it up, What’s the problem?” she says returning to her pot. “Nothing never mind,” you say dropping it. You hear heavy loud footsteps running into the kitchen and turn your head to see what it is.

“What, What is it? what’s the matter!” Carmy says irritated and frantic from the entrance of the kitchen. “Good you're here, look how fucking beautiful she is Carmy, it’s she fucking beautiful,” Donna says gesturing to you. You give Carmen a little wave and he nods dismissively making you instantly regret it. The feeling of Aggravation washes over you and you get the urge to be an asshole. “Carmen tell her she looks fucking beautiful!” Donna says getting irritated.

“No Ms.D it’s okay If Carmen wants to be disrespectful let him be disrespectful,” you say with a dramatic shrug trying to keep the smile off your face. “Carmen” Donna says staring him down. “Ma look she’s fucking with you, look she’s smiling,” Carmen says. trying to plead his case “CARMEN!“ Donna yells making you jump slightly. There’s a silence that settles in the room before he talks “You look…good, y/n” Carmy says reluctantly. “Aww thanks, babe,” you say sarcastically giving him a tight-lipped smile. Carmen gives you a nasty look before leaving the kitchen and you get the urge to flip him off even after he already left.

“I guess the Los Angeles is treating you well,” Donna says while stirring something. “Huh?” You asked confused “Your coat, it looks expensive,” she says taking the spoon out of the pot and banging it on the edge to get off the extra sauce. “It wasn’t, I got it from a friend”

you reply shorty trying to quickly change the topic “Anyway how have you been” you ask with a small smile. Donna goes completely silent for a second and you worry you said something wrong,“ I need you to redo my roots tomorrow are you spending the night?” Donna asks ignoring your question completely taking her finger and tasting the sauce off the spoon. “No I got a hotel- have you asked Natalie to do it?” You ask leaning against the counter. “So she can get dye everywhere, no- what’s that?” Donna questions mid-sentence, pointing at your pan making your heart drop.

“Banna pudding?” you say hoping you weren't about to be the cause of a breakdown. Donna lets out a relieved sigh at your words. “For a second I thought you made fish”. Donna says with a laugh that makes you uncomfortable turning around and resuming her cooking. “Ms. D you know, I know better” you chuckle trying to find a place to put your pan on the crowded counter, you hesitantly put the tin pan close to the edge because it's the only spot available. You also take off your coat placing it on an empty chair by the entrance of the dining room. “I'm so glad you came, I was just telling Michael “y/n coming”, he didn't believe me but I told him you were on-” a loud ringing of food timer interrupted her. She quickly turns it off with sauce-covered fingers before yanking open the oven.

“Fuck” Donna says loudly grabbing her oven mitts and throwing the hot pan onto the counter. “Y/n hand me the knife over there,” Donna says not turning around. You quickly get the knife and hand it to her upside down when you feel arms wrap around you from behind. “THE PRINCESS IS HERE!” Michael announces picking you up off the ground and spinning you. “GET OFF” you yell trying to get out of his grasp. “Don't do that shit in here,” Donna says shooing the two of you towards the kitchen entrance. Michael puts you back on the ground and you readjust your dress that rode up slightly.

Fak walks in with a dramatic surprised expression plastered on his face “Princess?” Fak says with a big smile walking up and hugging you, You try to protest but he squeezes you tighter swaying side to side. “Ok ok, that's enough,” you say finally breaking free “Why is everyone so huggy suddenly” you say adjusting your dress again.

“Because We haven’t seen you in forever,” Fak says with a smile that makes you suddenly feel a little bad for not telling any of them this was your last Christmas dinner together or probably any dinner here because you were moving to LA for good. “It’s been a couple of months,” You say walking back into the kitchen to get a glass of wine. “It's been like nine, princess,” Michael says following behind you with Fak. You open the cabinet where Donna keeps the glasses before your brain tells you to ask. “Can I use a glass?” you turn around to ask hand already on the stem of it. “Of course y/n...” she says before taking a pause, putting her knife down on the cutting board

“You know what I think princess, I think you’ve been away from home too long...you’re starting to act shy like you don't know us….Getting hotels. You're Just like Carmen, you two pop in and out as you please“ Donna says resumeing her chopping faster than before. You let out a sigh wiping your face in frustration at the topic “I have missed you at the beef” Fak chimes in nodding his head annoyingly while chewing on something. “fak why are talking right now?” you say quickly giving him a shut the fuck up look, and he does. “fuck Princess I hate to agree with him but he’s right, when’s the last you came and got your sandwich?” Michael asks lifting an eyebrow.

“My job is in Los Angeles so I’m usually in Los Angeles I don't see what the problem is here,” you say looking in the drawers for a wine bottle opener. “It's in that one,” Donna says, pointing to the drawer, close to her. You retrieve the wine opener and she continues. “I'm just saying y/n it would be nice if you visited more often,” Donna says shrugging her shoulders, throwing onions in the pot. You sigh internally not wanting her to start the same lecture you’ve heard a million times before. You don't say anything so Michael starts up again

“Princess you know, I really didn't think we’d see you again. I didn't, Mom told me you were coming, I said no fucking way. After last year you didn't show up I thought we had lost you and that fucking pudding forever”

Michael says laughing while leaning against the counter where you put your pan. “Actually where’s that shit, I need to continue the tradition,” Michael says turning his head and his body slightly side to side looking for it, in the process pressing his back against the pan pushing it closer towards the edge. “can you stop? STOP STOP!” you scream running behind Michael grabbing your pan before it fell “Pay the fuck attention you were about to drop it all over the damn floor!” you say angrily holding the pan far away from him. “And you Must be diluted if you think I’m gonna let you put your dirty ass finger in my pudding again, it's not happening,” you say discretely looking around for a place to hide

It.

“Ooo not so shy anymore,” Michael says in a taunting, older brother tone “I can't fucking think with you two yelling in my ear!” Donna declares her jittery hands, repeatedly, pressing the side of her ear. “My bad Ms.D,” you say lowering your tone. “See what the fuck you did now I'm getting yelled at,” you say going back to finishing pouring your wine. “I'm not yelling,” Donna says still chopping away “I'm sorry Ms. D I didn't mean like that I just meant, like getting in trouble,” you say looking at her for approval. “Mmh” she hums not looking up from the cutting more. You Hear Richie laugh followed by some corny dramatic claps. “what the fucks so funny?” you ask already annoyed by his presence. “I don’t know maybe watching, you cower, “sorry Ms. D, My bad Ms.D” Richie says laughing.

You stare at him, blank-faced for a minute before talking, “Did you think that was funny? Fak did you think it was funny fak?” you ask giving a knowing look. “No not really” Fak mumbles “Right, because it wasn't,” you say annoyed taking a big swig of your wine. “I thought it was funny,” Michael says

“of course, you thought that was funny Michael everything’s a fucking joke to you,” you say aggressively taking another sip of your wine. “Wow...really” you hear Riche says trying to egg Michael on. “Low blow” you hear fak humble you internally you cursed yourself for saying it but it was too late. “What’s that supposed mean y/n…” Michale says his tone serious “Do we have to do this?” you mumble downing the rest of your wine. “WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN!” Michael yells. “Nothing, nothing, I didn’t mean anything by it,” you say trying to calm down the situation and not laugh, something about Michael being mad was always really funny to you. You think it's because you knew he was never serious Michael could never stay mad at you. You bring your hand to your mouth trying to hold in your laughter and the wine but it only makes Michael angrier.

“What’s so fucking funny?”Michael says a small smile pulling at his lips as a result of yours but you can tell he’s still really upset. “Nothing,” you say shruging your shoulders trying to act nonchalant.

You glance over Donna and see her staring down at the pot in a daze tapping her finder on the edge of the counter. Before you could warn Michael to just leave it You see his eyes flicker down to the tin pan in your hand and it's like you see the idea pop into his head. “NO!-” you say before A loud familiar sound of the food timer going off triggering Donna. “GET THE FUCK OUT! ALL OF YOU GET THE FUCK OUT” Donna yells waving the knife around

You do as told bolting out of the kitchen with your pudding in hand. Michael follows close behind trying to catch up with you. You bump into some people as you run through the house like kids. You do your best to keep Michael at a distance and not drop the pan. He finally gets tired on your third lap around the house giving up when you run up the stairs. You laugh at his lack of stamina and you use the time to hide the pan in the empty closet in the hallway. Once you’re back downstairs you decide to sit on the couch to catch your breath.

You sit down on the plastic-covered couch next to a sleeping old lady and cousin Michelle. Stevie’s on the other side her along with Lee “What was that about?” Michelle asked with a small chuckle. As you get comfortable on the couch “I don’t even want to get into it” you say closing your eyes “Do you two fight every year?” Stevie asks leaning forward so he can see you better. “We didn’t fight last year,” you say with your eyes still closed.

“You weren’t here last year,” Stevie says scrunching up his face in confusion. “Well, I guess that answers your question,” you say while yawning. You open your eyes realizing you forgot to ask something. “Oh I almost forgot,” you say slowly lowering your voice

“Do you know who this is?” you mouth gesturing to the old lady next to you with her mouth wide open. You watch as Mitchell's gears turn as she tries to remember “I think that's my aunt” Michelle laughs blowing smoke out the side of her mouth. “Since when do you smoke without me?” you say plucking the blunt out of her hand taking a pull “Since you decided on playing tag with Micheal and left me with Dumb and Dumber,” Michelle says gesturing to Fak and his brother. “Oh no...what the fuck are they wearing?” you say blowing out smoke “It was bad enough on one,” you cough passing the blunt back to Michelle. “It's like the shining but worse” Michelle says, making you laugh

“So What’s up with you and cousin?” Michelle asks taking a pull. You let out a sigh mentally preparing yourself for the conversation. “Too much,” you say slouching slightly on the couch “At first it was good, I didn’t wanna ruin our friendship, but I liked Carmen. But I also wasn’t ready for a relationship And he didn't like labels and we liked each other so it seemed perfect. We'll just figure out our feelings together type shit, you know” you say making unnecessary hand motions. “Mmhh” cousin Michelle hums before taking another pull passing you the blunt. You take a pull before talking “But then you blink and it’s been 3 years and he still doesn’t want a relationship,” you say feeling your brain start to get cloudy.

“do you know this whole time you guys have been calling me Carm’s girlfriend we had never made it official, I was never actually his girlfriend,” you say annoyed “But you guys fucked right?” Michelle asks concerned “Of course we fucked, we fucked a lot…a concerning amount at one point…” Michelle slightly scrunches up her face in disgust “You asked!” you say in a high-pitched voice defending yourself

“Anyway,” you say shaking the memory out of your head, taking another quick puff before handing the bunt back. “Should we be smoking next to her?” You ask looking over at the old lady sleep mouth still open. “She’ll be fine…if anything were doing her a favor she’s like 103,” Michelle said taking a sip of her wine. “Really?” “Yep” “That’s insane, good for her,” you say nodding

“Anyway, I’m saying all of this to say, I’m ready for a real relationship and he's not. I love him to death cousin but I can’t anymore…” you say reaching for her cup of wine. “Is that why you didn’t come last year?” Michelle says passing the cup to you “That and, I love LA cousin…I love it. Chicago will always be my home but I just thrive in LA…and I don't do that here, you know?” you say taking a sip of her wine. “I get it, Princess, I'm happy you found somewhere away from all this shit. Just don't forget we're family, It might not be by blood but you’re still my baby cousin” Michelle says, making you laugh. “Always,” you say with a smile

You don't realize you’ve fallen asleep until you’re waking up to Michael’s voice. He’s sitting on an ottoman in the living room, with a gray blanket around his head like a Russian lady’s scarf. Telling the story of how you got your nickname, you sit up so you can hear better. You’ve heard this story a hundred times but you never got tired of listening to it because it was about you.

“And then this little girl with two puffs in her hair in a princess costume comes stomping up the porch steps demanding to see Carmen” Michale says while laughing making a stomping motion while sitting. You smile at his use of the word puffs, something he wouldn't know without you. “And of course, I'm confused I've never seen this kid before and she’s demanding things?” Michael says laughing “So I go to the door to tell her off and I kid you not, seven year old y/n looks me up and down and says, “I said Carmen” The whole living room chuckles including you. Your eyes drift behind Michael to the entrance of the room where Carmen is standing. Once The two of you lock eyes everyone’s voices begin to fade into the background and you can almost barely hear Michael talking about the stink attitude you had as a kid.

“Can we talk?” Carmen mouthes leaning against the entrance. You nod grudgingly and Carmy smiles slightly walking upstairs to his room. You follow behind him in silence internally, cursing yourself for agreeing. Once in his childhood bedroom, you sit awkwardly on the bed that you and Carmen share so many memories in, in your teenage years. “Soooo You wanted to talk?” you say looking around the room trying to avoid the awkward silence. “Um yeah…” Carmen says leaning against his old desk opening a box of cigarettes. “I uhhh…I wanted to say I'm sorry” Carmen says looking down, fidgeting with a cigarette “For all that shit I put you through, with the internship and all the arguing you didn't deserve that,” Carmen says bringing the cigarette to his lips. “I’m glad you finally realized that,” you say slightly irritated.

there's an awkward bit of silence while Carmen digs in his pocket for a lighter making you rethink your tone “I'm sorry…you’re trying to apologize which is rare so ill try to be less of an asshole” you say making Carmen chuckle “but Carmen I hope you know an apology isn't gonna make everything better” You say trying not to sound too much like an ass “then what will” Carmen mumbles “huh?” you ask barely able to hear him “what the fuck can I do to make it better y/n. I miss my best friend…I’v tried to call you, but you got me blocked -“ you cut him off quick “oh my god can cut the fucking act Carmen” you say shaking you head annoyed but his words. ”what act?” He asks his tone slightly rising

“Here you go..” you say rolling your eyes knowing he’s about to start yelling “WHAT FUCKING ACT-“ Carmen yells you cut him off “THE ACT WHERE YOU PRETEND TO ACTUALLY GIVE FUCK” says raising your voice this time. “You don’t get to pretend like all we had was a falling out and now your “ best friend” won’t answer your calls, Carmen you broke my heart… that's why you’re fucking blocked. I don’t want to speak to you! ” you yell feeling yourself get increasingly angry

“YOU FUCKING LEFT ME, I DIDN'T LEAVE YOU!” Carmen yells turning slightly red “YES BECAUSE WE WERN’T GOING ANYWHERE!” You yell “If it were up to you we would be friends with benefits until we're fucking 80!” Carmen goes silent which just makes you angrier “Yeah I’m done,” you say standing up to make your way to the door but are stopped by Carmen grabbing your wrist.

“ I still want us to talk,” he says pulling you away from the door and into him. It had been a long time since you had been that close to him and as much as you didn’t want to admit it you liked it. “What can we talk about that we didn’t already say” you say lowering your voice, the proximity making you slightly nervous.

Carmen’s eyes flicker down to your lips and then back to your eyes “Did I already tell you that I love you” Carmen knows what he's doing so he takes advantage of the situation dropping his grasp from your wrist to your hand, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles soothingly. “It’s not happening Carmen,” you say stepping back while trying to pull your hand from his but he doesn’t let you out of his grasp. “Why not?” He ask pulling you back in the same position as before sounding oblivious to the argument you two had minutes ago. “Because it not gonna change shit, you're going to back to having a blast in New York and I'm gonna go back to doing what I was doing in LA,” you say trying to act unaffected by his touch. He suddenly lets go of your hand and you instantly miss the feeling. “What Do you think I’m doing in New York y/n?” Carmen asks anger slightly lacing his voice

You roll your eyes “So you’re trying to tell me you’re not enjoying yourself at all in New-“ Carmen quickly cut in “-No, no I’m not enjoying myself, I’m fucking miserable. I can’t sleep, I’m throwing

Up all the time-“It was your turn interrupt “ THEN WHY? WHY LEAVE, WHY EVEN FUCKING DO IT!” You yell your anger getting control over you “BECAUSE I CAN’T STAY HERE, MICHAEL DOESN’T WANT ME HERE YOU DON’T WANT ME!” Carmen yells then immediately tries to gain his composure “i dont see why I would stay” Carmen says wiping his face with a frustrated sigh. “I just miss you y/n…I know I would be better with you there” He says looking down at his hands with tired eyes. As much as you wanted to fight it, your heart ached at his words and your subconscious urged you to walk closer. You missed him desperately, and that little wif of his scent that you got earlier was enough for you to break.

Once you closed the gap between you too you started tenderly running your hand through Carmen’s hair like you used to like you used to. His shoulders relaxed and he looked up at you with slightly darker eyes swirling with sadness and desire. You knew what was going to follow and you hated the fact you yearned for it.

You don't know who started the kiss first but you knew it was hungry and passionate. In seconds Carmen had you on your back on the bed with his body on top of you. You two kissed each other like starved animals,” Fuck I missed this” Carmen huffs breaking the kiss to pull off his shirt. You almost moan at the sight of his newly grown muscles. “Prove it,” you say with a wicked smile creeping onto your lips. Carmen doesn't reply right away lips crashing back down on yours. Without breaking the kiss Carmen takes your hand and guides it down the front of his pants. where you feel his hard bulge through his jeans. You gasp at the feeling and you feel Carmen smile against your lips. “Is that proof enough?” he whispers into your ear making shivers run down your spine. Trying not to move too much you fumble with his belt buckle. After a couple of tugs, the belt comes undone and Carmen rips off his pants throwing them in a corner of the room

You pull up your dress bunching it at your waist so Carmen has easy access. He groans at your eagerness which makes your walls clench around nothing. He starts leaving kisses on your kneecap down to your inner thigh making you shiver. “I need to taste you” Carmen groans now looking up at you from between your thighs “We don't have time” you moan out as his kisses get closer and closer to your heat. “I work fast,” Carmen says pulling off your panties in one swift movement “fuck you're so wet” he groans ducking his head down between your thighs. You sink your hand into his hair pulling him up “I need you now!” you say sternly bringing his face closer to yours.

” How badly?”

He groans into your neck making your walls clench around nothing again. “Badly” you breathe out wrapping your arms around Carmen’s neck and pulling him closer. He lets out a low groan looking down between the both of freeing himself from his boxers. Lining himself up with your entrance he wastes no time pushing himself halfway inside you. You let out a loud moan and then quickly brought your hand to your mouth remembering his whole family was Downstairs. Carmen smiles at the reaction pushing himself all the way in. Which made Your eyes roll to the back of your head at the full size of him. you missed how it felt between the two of you when you fucked the LA dick just didn't compare.

“Fuck It’s like you got tighter” Carmen moans starting a steady pace, you wanted to reply but the feeling of him inside was too overpowering. His thrust became deeper and faster and you wonder if he was going to create a new record for how fast you’ve came. “DON’T STOP!” you moan loudly reaching your hand up to touch the headboard. “I won't, I won't ever stop” Carmen groans continuing his thrusts now circling your clit with his hand. You almost see stars at the added sensation “You're squeezing me so fucking tight” Carmen says trying to catch his breath. “Ooo I fucking hate you” you almost scream out feeling your release nearing. “You hate me?” he asks pressing his forehead against yours, you can’t vocally, respond so you know your nod, your head. “No, say it” Carmen groans angryly as he pounds into you. You breathe heavily and try to calm yourself “I hate- OH MY FUCKING GOD!” You cry, you try to gather the words but your orgasm hits you like a truck before you can finish. “If you hated me would have gotten this removed by now” Carmen huffs out dragging his finger over the heart tattoo with a C in it. positioned on the corner of your pelvic area that you got while drunk in college. Carmen keeps fucking you through your orgasm but by the way you're squeezing him you can tell he's not far behind. “I can’t fucking leave this” you hear him mumble before his thrust becomes sporadic. He's quiet until he's close to finishing pushing himself in deep as he can “fuck I'm cumming” Carmen says pumping his seed deep inside you.

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It's not long after that you quickly get up and put your clothes back on, As he got up to do the same there was an awkward silence that fell on the room. You had this sad feeling weighing on your shoulders and you didn't know how to explain it. but you knew you had to leave. You wonder if the dead silence in the room was actually, awkward or was it only like that because you felt awkward. When you went to the corner of the room to retrieve your panties Carmen finally spoke. “Is something wrong?” he asked slightly irritated with how you were acting. “No, I just don't want anyone to get suspicious,” you say plainly walking out the door now fully dressed leaving him by himself. You go to the bathroom to fix your hair and makeup waiting until you hear Carmen go downstairs before leaving. Once downstairs you sit back down on the couch next to Michelle.

“You smell like sex,” Michelle says leaning over into your ear. “Uggghh” you groan burying your head in your hands making her Laugh “Girl I fucked uppp,” you say face still in your hands. “What’s the issue you don't want to get back together with him?”Michelle asks trying to stifle her laughter. “No, not right now… I got too much shit going on right in LA to let him drag me to New York… And that” you say making a hand gesture upstairs “is gonna make him think I'm going with him” You say getting increasingly stressed. Michelle goes silent for a while before finally talking “You gotta tell him Princess” she says giving you a sad smile “You right I-”

You cut yourself off realizing that there’s a conversation going on around you. Quickly you gather that the conversation between Lee and Michael has become serious. “I’m sorry?” Michael asks confused “The story…we’ve heard it a million times,” Lee says gesturing to the people in the room “No Lee, like you have…and cousin has,” Michael says gesturing to Richie behind him, “I haven't” cousin Michelle says raising her hand “Me neither” you say raising your hand too even though you probably had “ I have but I like it” fak brother chimes in

“It's a good story,” Fak says nodding, trying to de-escalate the situation. “Yeah Lee chill out or fuck off let us tell the fucking story,” Richie says readjusting himself in the chair, annoyed “ANYWAYS, after finding the ATM-” Riche starts but is cut off by Lee “-no I’ll finish it. I’ll finish it! You sold the car and then at the end, you find the horse” Lee says with a proud shit-eating grin. “Ass hole” you mumble under your breath, shaking your head in annoyance. “Good for you Lee that's… that's great, you’re like a real genuine fucking asshole,” Michael says looking up at him annoyed. “B-Because I cut off the story you told a million times? Why don’t you finish your business plan?” Lee says well, moving the glass of whiskey back and forth in his hand. “Now You're doing too much,” you say followed by Richie “All right that’s enough!” Fiche says trying to end the conversation. “Come on, you're veering,” Michelle says trying to reason with Lee “Where's that tomato sauce prospectus, Michael?” he asks doubling down. “Come on Lee cut it” you try to say sternly seeing Michael stare off dazed in the distance. “Where’s the frozen pizza plan?-”

“What's wrong with you?” you ask watching Lee persistently poke “What's wrong with me? What's wrong with him h-” Michelle tries to cut him off again “You're veering!” she yells again trying to shut Lee up. “That's ahhh…. that’s enough,” Richie says uncomfortably glancing over at Michael. Uncle Jimmy, walks in a part of you relaxes hoping the conversation will lighten. “Hi unc,” Michelle says with a light voice, hoping to switch the vibe in the room. “Hey, hunny,” he says, with a smile. You give a small wave “Nice to see you princess” There’s an awkward beat of silence “fucks going on in here…” Jimmy says looking around the room.

“This jackoff talking shit,” Michael says looking down and you roll your eyes at the possibility of another argument “Which jackoff,” Unc asks readjusting his glasses “This jackoff,” Lee says pointing to himself. You had to physically stop yourself from saying “At least he knows it”

“What about jackoff?” Uncle Jimmy asks still confused. “About how like I don't finish shit…” Michael says starting to trail off “Not stories he finishes those…over and over,” Lee says with a drunk smile.

“Mikey, come on….” Uncle Jimmy says giving him a weak shrug. you know they’re right, but you can’t help but suck your teeth. Pete walks into the room sounding like Santa Claus talking about a tuna delivery with a square metal pan, in his hand. You physically cringe at the idea of it being fish “ Mikey what is up bro” Pete says smiling, repeatedly, tapping Michael on the shoulder in an awkward kid-like manner.

“You know it’s seven fishes right Pete?” Michael asks looking up at the metal pan in his hand. “Yeah… that's why I brought this” Pete says pointing to the pan with a smile. “That’s the eighth fish bro,” Michelle says knowingly. You don’t even chime in knowing poor Pete, was about to get chewed alive “What we can’t have one more?” he says smiling and looking around the room awkwardly. “That makes absolutely no sense. I can’t even figure out the logic of that” Lee says continuing to Dick eat. “What?” Pete says with an awkward laugh, looking around the room. “You're so fucked” Uncle Jimmy laughs giving him a tight-lipped smile.

Carmen walks into the room to tell everybody that dinner is ready “Family come on let’s sit Dinners ready!” Carmen says, clapping his hands trying to get everybody up. “HEY, no way carmy, what’s up brother?” Pete says putting his arm around Carmen awkwardly. “Hey, hey- woah woah woah, what is that? What is that?” Carmen says pointing to the metal pan in Pete's hand “Don't tell him” Michelle says from the couch You don’t say anything hoping Carmen didn’t notice you on the couch. “It's nothing, it's nothing,” Pete says trying to play it off. “S-stevie what is that, What is it?” Carmen asked Stevie from the couch “You’re going to be upset, but his heart was in the right place Carm” Stevie said, with a tight, lipped smile. “It’s a tuna casserole,” Lee says from behind Carmen and you actually have to stop yourself from laughing because he resembles a demon hiding over his shoulder like that. “It's seven fishes, Pete,” Carmen says and you can you can already tell he’s about to blow. “ I know….they didn’t communicate,” Pete says sadly ” This would make eight fishes, That- That would make us assholes right?” Carmen asked the vein in his neck starting to protrude the more he spoke. “Why are you doing this to me?” Carmen asks irritated

looking up at him. “Ok I-” Pete starts “DON’T LET HER FUCKING SEE IT,” Carmen says walking away. You feel a little bad after watching the scene unfold knowing that Carmen was probably taking out some of the anger you caused on poor Pete. You watch as Sugar greets Pete grabbing the tin pan from him and throwing it outside.

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Right before the dinner starts, you catch Michael in the hallway upstairs while you’re looking for the phone you left in Carm's room. “Hey Mikey,” you say giving him a slightly sad smile thinking of the conversation in the living room. “Hey sis,” Michael says with a smile like he's trying to hide the fact that he‘d been crying. The sad look on his face physically pains you and walk over to give him a big hug. “You know I love you to

the moon back right?” you say tightening the hug. You feel Michael nod and you smile. “Don’t let Lee piss you off, he was doing way too much” you say finally releasing him from the hug, walking over to the steps.

You sit on the top stair and gesturing for Michael to sit too. He does sit back some so you both can fit. “I'm not worried about that prick” Michael scoffs readjusting himself. “It's ok to be…he said some fucked up shit,” you say looking over at him. “I’m not though,” Michael says sternly. Silence fills the room for a moment as you carefully think your next words. “Michael I know You might think that no one sees you but I want you to know I do…” You look over at him for a response, He doesn’t say anything so you continue “ I'm not going to lie and act like I know what you’re struggling with…but I know you. And I know you’re hurting I-” he cuts you off “-I am fine princess I promise” Michael says, trying to laugh it off

“Michael I'm dead fucking serious,” you say looking him in his slightly glossy eyes. “ I don’t want to see the end up like my mom….I see it in you're eyes that fogginess, the sadness. I don't care what time of day it's or how you think I will see you, You fucking call me ok” you say feeling your eyes begin to well up with tears “shit I’m not supposed to be crying” you laugh wiping your tears and look up to see Michael eyes starting to do the same. “I just really don't want you to die,” you say trying to wipe your tears as you speak but they keep coming. Michael elopes you into a big hug “I'm not going anywhere Princess” he says his voice breaking slightly. You feel his warm tears drop on your shoulder and enjoy the fact that Michael feels secure enough to cry with you. When you two are done crying on each other Michael pulls back and you wipe your eyes with the back of your hand “You smell like sex” Michael says plainly causing you to laugh, small tears still dropping from your eyes. “Yeah me and Carmen…” you say trailing off “I gathered,” Michael says laughing hard which made you feel better.

You calm yourself down taking a deep breath before speaking “Well before I started crying, I was trying to tell you, if you ever miss me or need somewhere to crash or you even just want a change of scenery. You can come to visit me at My place in LA because….I'll be there permanently” you say nervously waiting for his reaction. “Do you like it over there?” Michael asks the corner of his lip twitching down. “Love it,” you say with a small smile. “Then I’m happy for you,” he says with a sad smile.

“You’re the first person I told,” you say letting out a sigh you didn’t know you were holding in. “Not even Carmy?” Michael asks raising his eyebrow. “Not even Carmy,” you say shaking your head. “Michael! Y/N WHERE WAITING!” you hear someone yell from downstairs. “ I meant what I said Michael call me, I sent you the address already,” you say sitting up, walking down the stairs to the dining room, “I’M SERIOUS!” you yell out from the bottom of the step.

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everythingelseisextra · 1 year ago

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Poetic Justice

Request: No Description: You meet Tommy Shelby on his way to war, finding a cheerful and happy young man. A few years later, he returns to you, drastically different. Warnings: Mentions of war, alcohol, language Word Count: 1748 Tag List: @shelbydelrey @globetrotter28 @look-at-the-soul

You meet a boy on the way to war. WIth boyish charms and a glint of mischievousness in his eyes, bright and blue and slightly disconcerting. He tells tales of riding horses through the countryside and of petty thievery, of curses and Roma superstition. He cusses like a sailor and lives life on a wild and reckless edge, an Atlas who didn’t feel the weight of the world on his shoulders yet, an Icarus who hadn’t yet peaked.

He grins at you, speaks to you with a lilting, rugged accent, and you can’t help but be bewitched by him. You let him take you out from behind the bar and hold you flush to his body. He teaches you to dance like that, moving to the pound of the other soon-to-be soldiers’ feet, and you smile and twirl and let him spin you til you’re dizzy. You think it’s love when his touch sends you into a tizzy, smiling and laughing and on top of the world. You stay with him long into the night, talking and drinking and meeting his friends with accents like his and stories so wild you can hardly believe them.

“We’re off to war,” he says, leaning his chair back and giving you a devilish, dark smile. “The lot of us won’t come back.”

“That’s awfully dark humor you’ve got.” You grin back, arms on the table in front of you, having completely abandoned your job.

“Come on, love, we’re soldiers! What do we have except for humor?” He raises his glass, and a cheer rises from his friends around him. He takes a hearty gulp of the beer you’d given him.

“Let’s not talk about the war.” It saddens you, to imagine these boys so full of life going to risk it at the front.

That glint brightens, sharp and deadly intelligent and playful. He laughs and switches his voice into a jaunty, posh British accent. “Too good for the war, then. A lady doesn’t speak of such atrocities.”

“Oh, shut up.” You shove him, lunging across the table just as he lifts his drink. It sloshes over his front and he yells, eyes flashing momentarily with an anger that sends panic through your body; you’re about to be attacked. But before you have time to stand, he’s back to laughing.

“Guess that’s what I get for questioning such a rogue.” He flashes you a grin and stands from his seat, the blotchy amber stain on his white shirt sticking to his front, giving you a very welcome view of the thin, wiry muscles over his stomach. “Care to help fix your mistake?”

You grin, eyes on his chest. “It would be my pleasure, Mr…?”

You don’t know his name. After all this, the revelry of a last hurrah mixed with the joy of a woman playing along, the bodies moving and the tap of your feet on wooden tables. His laugh in your ear, his hands on your waist, teaching you to dance but also gently feeling at your hips, all that, and you didn’t get his name.

“Thomas Shelby.” His arm slips around your waist, assured, and he starts walking, guiding you. You happily turn your brain off when he presses his lips to your hair, then whispers. “That’s Tommy, to you.”

“Tommy,” you say slowly, letting the syllables stretch over your tongue. “Why is it you’re going off to war, then? You don’t seem like a fighter, I’m pretty sure you’re meant to be a lover.” You run your eyes down his body, an eyebrow raised, your own body filled with an elated, and possibly drunken, kind of hunger.

“Brilliant question.” He flashes you another grin. “Saw a man beating his horse and happened to have a weapon. I solved that problem. Turns out, the guy has friends, and all of those blokes out there with me are running from something or to somewhere.”

You step towards him, watching with great interest as he pulls his shirt off, tossing it into the sink. He gives you an expectant look and you laugh, reaching forward to cup his face and pull him towards you.

“How bout I give you something to come back to?”

Soldiers enter your bar and you run your eyes over them. Faces drawn and pale, or, worse, bandaged and bloody. All of them uniformed but covered in dirt and stains and unknown substances. Some of them limp in, others walk with their heads bowed, and others, the ones you take the most interest in, move with their shoulders drawn back, heads raised as though they own the place, eyes taking in the room as though there could be danger in any corner.

“Holly!” You call. “Get another round going!” To them, you say; “On the house, loves. God knows you’ve paid enough already.”

A murmur goes through them. The majority sit at the tables, staring down at their own reflections in the shined dark wood, slumped down or sitting bolt upright. A few, though, situate themselves in front of you at the bar, looking up with a lack of interest and dark eyes. They talk quietly, secretly, with a hint of anger in each word you catch.

The drinks come slowly but surely. You pass them out, one at a time, and take time to speak to each desolate soldier. In your mind, people aren’t born to fight the way they do. People aren’t made to murder each other, aren’t made for battle and blood. People aren’t born for war. So, you give them the time of day, meet their eyes and smile, because you know not everyone will. And you know that their fight isn’t over, that some of them will take their own lives or lose them in a panic. You know their kind, they come through often, those hit with shell shock and broken by things they saw. No matter what, groups like these are given free drinks. It doesn;t do much, doesn’t give them anything they don’t already have. Injuries of the body heal. Those of the mind bury in like a disease and grow like a seed, leech out what hope is left.

“What’s your name, love?”

“Freddie Thorne.” The soldier’s sullen face stares up at you as you return to the bar, almost challenging, eyes large and strangely gaping. A covered wound bores out from under his shirt, bright white bandages in contrast to the dirt and grime of his skin. “And don’t call me love.”

“I won’t, then.” Not receptive. You hand him a drink and turn your attention to the soldier sitting next to him. “And you? What’s your name?”

He sits back, crossing his arms against his chest and fixing you with an icy stare. “You know me.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I…” You study him, then it hits him. Now bleak and sullen, hopeless, no hint of brightness or light. His body has changed, too, from wiry and thin and boyish to the body of a man, broad in the chest and muscular. But his eyes, you remember that gaze. The question in them, searching for something in each person he comes across, wanting, needing, hungry. That remains the only signifier of life in the corpse-like body of Tommy Shelby. “Oh. Yes. I spilled my drink on you.”

“You said you’d give me something to come back to.” His eyes never leave yours, seeming to hold a curse underneath, some anger you can’t decipher. Whether at you or at the world that so betrayed him, you can’t tell. There used to be joy in his voice, a laugh in each word. Christ. “Here I am.”

You exhale a slow breath. “I’ll pull up a chair.”

He nods once. The others around him watch him closely, waiting for a cue, and he inclines his head, giving permission. They visibly relax and some begin to drink, talk to each other, sounding less like men and more like small boys who are new to speech and unable to piece together their phrasing.

You pull up a chair to the boy returned, letting Holly take over the rest of your work. “So… it’s been, what, three years?”

“Less.” He raises an eyebrow, a bite to his words. “You’ve been here, eh? Serving drinks and flirting with soldiers.”

“No,” you sigh. “No, that was just you.”

He shakes his head. “I thought, what the hell, might as well come back here. See if she still knows me.”

A sharp pang of guilt crawls through you. “I remember your name.”

“Yeah?”

“Tommy Shelby.”

“That is my name, yes.” He leans forward, drumming his fingers on the bar between you. “Thank God the girl in the bar still knows my fucking name.”

“Sorry.” You lean back, cautious, almost scared. That anger that flashed in his eyes those years ago seems to be all there is now, wrathful, unadulterated. “I know it’s little consolation, but—”

“Nothing is consolation. Our prayers never made it out of the gas they threw.” He gestures vaguely to the air. “The poor returning soldier, godless, because they gave us nothing to believe in.”

You struggle to find the right thing to say, then land on something, anything. If you’re here, and he remembered you, you might as well give him something. “Tell me more.”

He blinked. “What?”

“I mean, if you want to, I don’t—”

“You want me to tell you about what happened?” An incredulous hint of humorless laughter lingers cold in his voice.

“I thought—”

“Here’s what happened. I’m underneath waves of mud and all I hear is rockets from their truck. Everything shakes and I think, wait, maybe it’ll kill me. Underground, anyway, here’s my grave. Dug it myself and all. Poetic justice.” The bar falls silent. They listen to his story. “No one digs you out anyway, because you’re dead and they’d just bury you again. And so I think, fuck, alive. No one survives this. But I did. We did. I got out because they want to save the unshot.”

You take in a deep breath. “I’m sorry.”

He stands. Most of the soldiers follow his lead. “You’ll have to forgive me. Still a fucking sleepy eyed kid.”

He walks to the front door of the bar, trailed by the others, then stops, looks over his shoulder. Dark hair over glinting blue eyes, no longer bright and happy, but shrewd, calculating, powerful. “If you’re ever in Birmingham, ask for the Peaky Blinders.”

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chl-owo-e · 2 years ago

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-{Anthrax}-

(Spencer Reid X Reader)

Summary; The current case has both Spencer and you on edge. It only worsens when he locks himself in the lab with Anthrax inside, as his symptoms worsen you can only think about him leaving you and his child alone in the world.

Warnings;S4 EP24, Angst, baby genius, fluff, mentions of death, sick Spencer, crying, some small flirting,

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-Spencer and you met during the FBI camp, the only one reading as everyone else was socializing and hanging out with friends. When you spoke to him it was like everything clicked. He was nervous around you, and he spoke diligently telling you facts about the color of your nails and what it means about you.

It wasn’t till he asked you out on a date shyly that you knew you wanted to stay with him for the rest of your life. As the both of you gotten accepted into the BAU thats when Spencer brought up the idea of moving in with each other. Two years later Spencer had asked you to marry him, it was in a library where you both had your first date.

When you find out you were pregnant Spencer couldn’t be any happier. He was elated to know that his beautiful wife was carrying his child. Spencer couldn’t wait to hold the bundle of joy, he almost always spoke to the bump at any time of day especially when he gets excited about something. Late at night he would mumble facts to the bump tiredly as he rubs it soothing you to sleep.

Now you stand here, married to the love of your life for 6 years with a 4 year old toddler at home being taken care of by your parents. Spencer and you were rushed out of your house with a very urgent call from JJ. Not stating anything only to come to the office it’s important.

“Spence! Are you ready? We have to go now or JJ will have it out with us!” You had yelled from inside your room as you slid on your black Mary Janes. You stood up and fixed your earrings whilst you made your way out the room. In-front of you stood Spencer and your little boy smiling and laughing. From context clues you figured out that Spencer had showed him his signature penny magic trick.

You looked down towards the wooden flooring, a shiny burnt sienna coin catches your eye facing heads up right at you. Your eyes trail up to the two boys with a small happy smile over your features. “Sorry honey did you say something?” He says in between giggles next your son screams and runs straight at you “MOMMY!” His pitter pattering of footsteps fills the hallway, his hands reach up making grabby motions for you to pick him up.

Your hands reach down and wrap around his body as you pick him up and set him on your waist. “We have to go, are you ready?” You ask Spencer again more clearly, your hand brushes the little boys curly hair out of his face. “Oh, yeah! Just let me get my badge and we can go.” Spencer shot up from his crouching position and walked off into the bedroom for his badge.

“You ready to go to grandmas? Come on buddy lets get your shoes on.” You baby talk him and walk to his room where his shoes were tucked away. After Spencer and you were done getting ready with your son, Spencer buckles him up in his carseat. With a sippy cup in one hand and a baggy of goldfish in the other your son happily sits patiently in his seat.

Spencer sits in the passenger seat as you buckle yourself in the drivers. The drive to your parents house was short, Disney music playing throughout the car and your child screaming the lyrics at the top of his lungs. Spencers hand lays gently on your thigh as he hums the lyrics quietly.

Right as you dropped your son off at your parents giving them the time to take care of your bright sunny child. JJ called with an urgency in her voice. “Are you guys coming now? Sorry to be bothersome, but this is really important and I need you guys here asap!” Her voice had some wavering through it. Spencers eyes widen and looked at you with a concerned face.

“What happened? Is there a case?” Spencer asked as a slight crack etched its way into his voice. “I cant say now, especially on the phone. You guys will have to wait till you get here.” She says exasperated. Spencer and you said your goodbyes to JJ and hung up. You continued to drive to the BAU but little bit faster.

Entering the BAU you see a lot more people than usual. “Military? What’s happening.” Spencer questioned as he paused after going through the glass doors. Standing next to him you look at him with confusion lacing on your face. He looks back at you with the same face, sooner or later Hotch comes out of his office and called for a meeting with the team.

“This is Dr.Linda Kimura, chief of special pathogens with the CDC” JJ introduces a young women while she sorts pills into small cups. “Hi, I’m sorry to meet under these circumstances.” Linda says in a soft professional voice. “Wait what circumstances?” You asked as you face scrunches as you look at Linda and JJ. “We need to get started.” Hotchner walks into the room and gives everyone his signature stern look.

JJ gave the brief for the case quickly, to the group. There is a mass break for anthrax that is hitting in certain points of the town and is leaving people sick only for them to die in the hospital hours later. Aaron soon tells everyone that we are not to tell anyone about it either. As it will cause a mass hysteria.

Hotch then gives orders for each person in the room, “Reid got with DR. Kimura to the hospital and talk to the victims. Agent Reid, morgan and, Prentiss a hazmat team will accompany you to the crime scene. Theres CIPRO, everybody needs to take it before we go.” He finishes his orders and everyone takes a cup that Linda hands to us.

Right as Spencer left you wanted to make sure you see him well before he could get sick. “Stay safe…please. I don’t know what I’ll do without you.” Your saddened voice came out wavering, you gently grabbed his face and gave him a kiss on his forehead. “I will, you need to stay safe too! You’re going to the crime scene.” Spencer replies with his eyebrows furrowing in an upset manner.

“Ill never leave you, I hope you know that. I have to go now, stay safe please.” Spencer spoke right before he got into Dr. Kimura’s car. You watched as the car turned out of the parking lot and into the road on its way to the hospital. Now that only leaves you to go and help Morgan and Emily at the crime scene. You walk speedly to the black SUV and got in the back.

“Took you long enough, I thought you were making out with pretty boy over there.” Morgans voice had snapped you out of the trance you were in. “Ha Ha very funny. I was just telling him to be safe, you know since he’s going to be around a lot of sick people.” You tell him with some worry in your voice.

The drive felt short, your brain trying to shut itself off from worrying you too much kept it from thinking about the time crunch you are on. Made you forget you were even in a car driving the opposite direction that Spencer was going. Once you had gotten to the park Emily spoke right to one of the people in the suits.

The guy walked off to continue on with everything with his friend. “This park doesn’t scream ‘target’ to me.�� You spoke as you looked out onto the beautiful scenery. “Terrorists usually target symbols—white house, pentagon, world trade center. I mean its a nice park, but its not a symbol.” Morgan adds trying to get and explanation for everything.

“Ok, so, maybe it’s symbolic for the Unsub.” Prentiss says while looking at both you and Morgan. Soon we get a call from Garcia and she tells us to go to a Book front.

We appear there and have some more people wearing hazmats and checking the place out for more Anthrax residue. You hear Morgan say his goodbyes to JJ before talking to Emily about keeping quiet about everything. Next one of the men calls Morgan to tell him there was a positive test. “This had to be where he did his test run.” You told the two as you looked back to the book store.

The three of you got back into the black SUV and drove back to the BAU for the profile Hotch will be conducting. Right has Morgan parked into the lot you basically ran inside to see Spencer again. Only wanting to be in his presence, to see his face once more.

“Do we have everyone for the profile?” Hotch questions Rossi as he replies to him about the room having too many alpha males in the room. “Lets get started. Because the locations are not symbolically significant, we believe that these attacks are personal.” Aaron speaks in a dominant tone to everyone in the room.

“Understanding the significance of the locations will be the key to identifying him.” Prentiss says informing everyone as well. The team took turns and gave out the profile to the military people that stood in the bullpen. You started to zone everyones voice out, from what JJ told you is that Spencer was still at the hospital talking to all the patients. You wish to see him, but you wish to see your son the most.

He likes to play outside with your parents dog, what if he gets sick too? What if Spencer get sick at the hospital? What would you do then? Losing your son would mean you lose you life. But also losing Spencer would mean you would lose your whole world. Nothing could bring you back from those losses.

“Y/n, are you ok? I know, it’s scary to know that we cant tell anyone. Im here for you.” Emily placed her hand on your shoulder. “Yeah, I know, I should be fine as long as i have Spencer.” You tell her, your voice cracks a bit as tears brim your eyes.

“Y/n, pull Spencer from the hospital and go to Dr. Nickols’s home.” Hotches voice was powerful over all the other noises in the bull pen. You give him a nod and you run to the SUV, driving all the way to Spencer. You sped walked inside the hospital’s emergency room all the way to the ICU. Once you caught sight of his signature long fluffy brown hair, you ran to him.

Spencer turned to you and automatically opened his arms for a hug at the sight of you. His arms pulls you into an warm embrace. You hide your face into his chest taking in his scent brings comfort to you and your stiff body relaxes. “Im here, you’re here, were here.” His voice was soft with you, whispering it in your ear.

You and Spencer drove to the suspect’s house, it looked nice like a normal family home. “He had guests over for a party last month.” You tell him as you take in your surroundings. “We should probably take a look around anyways.” He says before whispering a small ow under his breath while you and him pass a bush on the sidewalk.

Garcia calls you leaving you distracted as Spencer runs off and explores the home without you. “The lab is clean.” You tell to Spencer only for you to see he disappeared. “Spence? Spence? Spencer?” You start to twist and turn to try and find a glimpse of your lover. You walk up the sidewalk to the house and towards the inside. “No! Dont! Stay back!” Spencer yells as he runs to the door and locks himself inside.

“Spencer what’s wrong? What are you doing?” You start to panic and try to wriggle the door open. “Im sorry, Im so sorry.” Spencer whimpers with tears in his eyes. “Im going to call Hotch, and were going to get you out of here. Okay? Were going to get you out of here and into the hospital.” You were on the verge of tears also, now understanding what predicament you’re in now.

You lean your forehead on the glass letting a few tears roll down your cheeks. “I just want you to know I love you, and if anything goes south and I dont make it out of here tell our son I love him too.” Spencer cries tears freely run down his face finally accepting that he’ll probably not see his son again. “Don’t talk like that Spencer! You’ll see him Again and you’ll be able to tell him yourself. You’ll be fine! We’ll go home and watch cartoons and eat ice cream with him like we always do. You’ll be fine Spence, you are fine Spencer.” You cried to him remembering the time you and him stayed up late on a Wednesday night eating strawberry ice-cream with your son while watching cartoons.

Everyone came to the scene, the whole team. Emily was consoling you about everything, you knew you had to be strong but your biggest fear was happening right now. You could lose Spencer right now and you’re doing nothing about it and you couldn’t do anything about it. “Y/n let Morgan, Hotch and I do this, you should take a break. Only god knows how you feel right now.” Her voice breaks you out of your thoughts. “He needs me Em. He needs me, and im here crying about it! I should be helping him! Better yet i should be the one in there and not him!” You were sobbing now, you’ve seen how the people turned out like. They were in pain through out the whole time they were sick and now Spencer has to go through that.

Emily hugs you as a way to calm your racing heart, and your tears as they were never ending. You automatically hugged her back, arms wrapping around her neck as a heart wrenching sob breaks through your throat. Emily stood there and held you as you cried your heart out. No words left her mouth, she just soothingly rubbed your back till your tears seemed to stop.

Morgan walked to you and Emily with a smile like he heard the best news ever. “Spencer figured it out, hes out of the room and he is now being hosed down. You should ride with him to the hospital.” He was slow with the way he said anything. You unwrap your arms around Emily and went to hug Morgan. “Thank you so much.” You tell him with your chin on his shoulder.

Then you let go of him to see Spencer, you run all the way to the tent Morgan said he was being hosed off at. “Spencer?” You say aloud as you walk into the tent. “In here!” He yells slightly as his voice goes hoarse. “They’re going to get me naked so I don’t think you wanna be here.” He tells you shyly with a small pink tint on his cheeks. “Ive seen you naked before Spencer, i have seen every crevice on your body.” You giggle at him as you cross your arms over your body.

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A/N;This took me like 3 hours help

#spencer reid #spencer reid criminal minds #criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid 📚👓#spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n

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blobbi-the-fish · 1 month ago

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The Volcano

You wake up one morning only to find that you, as well as every other person on earth, has been teleported to the rim of an erupting volcano.

It's an impossibly big volcano, sure, but its not big enough for everyone. As more and more people wake up on the rim, people who may have been too close fall in. They die, instantly. Lava is spewing everywhere. It hits people. They die, instantly.

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As everyone is freaking the fuck out, rightfully, a geologist grabs a megaphone and speaks into it for everyone to remain calm, and tells you they might have a way to fix this.

"there's a rocky path down the mountain." The geologist says. "It's not well worn, and it might be a hard climb, but if we all file down orderly, we might all make it."

You look down at the path. It's full of jagged rocks, twists and turns, but ultimately, survivable. Most people file down the path… but a few don't.

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There are some that can't- People with disabilities whose mobility aids won't be able to carry them that far. Children and the elderly who just don't have the strength or skill to manage it

and there are some that won't. "It looks a bit hard," they say

There are some in-between, too- They volunteer to be sherpas, to lead groups down the mountain and then voluntarily walk back up again.

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so you make your way down the mountain and the strangest thing happens. you live a few days as normal in your home, and then suddenly get teleported back up

rightfully angry, you yell at the geologist "What the fuck was that? You said this would work? How did this all even happen???"

The geologist just sorta grits their teeth and goes "shit. yeah we were afraid of this happening. Not enough people went down the mountain, and people kept falling in, which fueled the eruption. We're just going to have to try really hard to get everyone down this time." —

Airlifts start to come in for the people who can't leave the volcano on their own, but they're slow

The geologists try to convince the people who refused the climb to come with this time, but it seems like even more people are starting to join them

"We don't want to do the climb again," they whine. "It was hard enough the first time"

The geologist rubs their forehead. —"We can make it easier." The geologist proposes "easier for everyone to make the climb, and easier for everyone stuck up top to protect themselves from the lava"

And they do- they pave the path down the mountain so it becomes easy to climb for everyone

And again people walk down, and again they all wake up back on the mountain

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"this is pointless," says someone. "It's hard to walk, the smoke is hurting my lungs," says another

The geologist struggles to refrain from mentioning how the smoke is worst at the top of the mountain.

"We'll give everyone hiking boots." Says the geologist. "They're specialized for walking this mountain path, and should get you down easier than whatever shoes you were wearing before"

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Again they walk. Again they wake.

"My FEET hurt," complains someone

"Did you.. grab the right size?" asks the geologist

"NO >:(" Is the response

"are you… going to grab the right size?" pleads the geologist, holding up a custom fitted pair

"I DONT WANNA" says the person with sore feet, sitting down criss cross applesauce on the rim and then promptly falling into the fire after the ground crumbles beneath them

The geologist sighs.

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"I bet you geologists caused this whole ordeal in the first place" pipes up the voice of a man who has never once attempted to climb the path- "what even is geology anyways… it sounds like wizardry to me"

"YEAH, VOLCANO WIZARDS" comes the voice of an equally annoying woman who has somehow set up a lawn chair

"Actually we have been trying to warn you about this exact thing happening for years." says the geologist

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"Why don't you have a big volcano-proof shield yet already then??????" you ask

"Actually we've been working on one all this time and we think it's ready!" The geologist says, excitedly, handing you a personal fireproof shield. "Some of the disabled and elderly folk up here got to try them first because they needed them the most… but they're too heavy for the kids just yet, so if you can, try to keep them behind your shield as well"

"Bullshit" says another man through coughs of smoke. "You came up with those shields too quickly. They've gotta be shoddy and won't hold at all. That or they're made of pure lead and are unsafe to hold"

"Jesus fucking christ" says the geologist

—

You take your shield and head down the nicely paved mountain path in your nicely fitted hiking boots bc what else are you gonna do

to no one's surprise, you wind up back on top the next morning

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It's been 2 years since the entire world first started waking up on the edge of a volcano

The activity has died down a bit- the lava level in the crater has lowered, and the flying chunks of flaming rock are easy to deal with with your shield

You gave up on walking down the mountain a long time ago.

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Weary, a geologist walks up to you, holding a new pair of hiking boots. Yours wore down months ago

"Please," they beg. "Won't you walk down the mountain with us?"

This time, you sigh

"When are you going to learn to give it up? The volcano isn't that bad anymore- it's actually nice and toasty up where I'm sitting!" You claim

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"It's too crowded," says the geologist. "Even if you can keep your balance…. it's almost always the disabled or elderly who are pushed in. They still matter."

"Do I look like I care?" you retort. "I cared for two years! I walked down that mountain for two. whole. years. Its HARD. and I don't want to do it anymore"

"We're still walking," they say. "We have to keep walking."

You turn away.

—

"Could you at least take this new shield? The one you're holding is kinda… burned up from the rocks and time."

"Fine."

—

it's been 4 years since the volcano became your new reality

"The volcano isn't real anymore. It stopped erupting years ago- I like it here on my mountaintop resort!" you tell the geologist, who has once again come to pester you

the geologist glances into the crater, very much still bubbling with lava and spewing out meteors. One pings off of your broken shield.

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"You need a new one of those." The geologist says, the emotion having faded out of their voice from years of exasperation

"Eh…. I think I'll skip it this time. It honestly makes my arm sooooo tired to hold up all this time." you say

"even if a flying rock doesn't kill you it could take out your leg." Says the geologist, gesturing behind them.

They continue: "The number of disabled people on the volcano is higher than ever. the longer we stay up here, the worse it gets- they can't keep their balance like they used to, and some can't make it down the mountain on their own anymore."

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"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST WOULD YOU LEAVE ME ALONE?" You yell, exasperated "YOUVE BEEN BUGGING ME NONSTOP FOR 4 YEARS NOW. I DID MY JOB. I WALKED DOWN THE MOUNTAIN FOR ALMOST 2 YEARS. I GOT MY SHIELD. NOT EVERYONE IS PRIVELEGED WITH ENOUGH ENERGY TO KEEP MAKING THAT TREK, YOU KNOW"

—

your exasperated hand gestures knock a man in a wheelchair into the crater. who cares

"You all look stupid for still climbing, you know." you tell the geologist, and the group of hikers behind them. "Your hiking boots make you look dumb. Why even bother"

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"Even if we keep being brought up the mountain, just us being on the trail itself helps the overpopulation of the rim. It matters more than ever to keep the eruption down. Please, it's actually a lovely view now- we've been planting trees, and even installed an escalator. You don't even need to walk… just put on the boots. Please"

You roll your eyes at them, disgusted

The geologist furrows their brow and turns off to lead the hiking expedition

—

Unrelated, you've been noticing you've been getting a lot more 3rd degree burns lately. You attribute it to being bad at cooking

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This is about COVID. The pandemic is not over. Wear a mask.

#covid #still coviding #covid conscious #covid cautious #disability #writing #creative writing #poetry #hey i posted this on tiktok to a lot of attention and mixed reviews and was asked to post here too for folks with screen readers!#hope more people here appreciate it

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the-real-treasure · 4 months ago

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Treasure Treasure!

An OPLA Sanji x Reader

Master List Here

Previous Chapter: Whispered Wishes and Demanded Dishes

Chapter Four: Big Big Top Trouble and the Risks of Show Business

Summary: In a big top in a ruined town, a man claims a map he didn't steal, steals a hat that was never his and when things don't go his way, ends up in pieces. Just another night in show biz.

Trigger Warnings: Trigger Warnings: Threats and descriptions of violence, Reader's Devil Fruit power is overwhelming and overstimulating, yelling, torture, drowning, being dowsed in sea water is akin to being drugged Word Count: 6,344 **Edited 12/09/24**

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The only sound was the clicking of the safe, echoing across the empty ocean. At this time of night the water was barren of any other life, only the crew of your small sailing boat awake.

Luffy hung upside down above your heads, with you hovering next to Nami as she works. She glares up at him.

"Can you not do... that?"

"Sorry. It's hard to sit still." He dropped his hat on to the deck and flipped down with it. Nami had turned her head away from him and was now staring at you.

"I noticed, you both have that problem." She muttered, eyes narrowing at your bobbing leg, heel hitting the deck in a continuous thumpthumpthumpthumpthump. You didn't hear her, staring at the deck and gnawing at the hard scar tissue peeking over the bandages at your thumb. Luffy stood and fixed his hat atop his head.

"I'm just feeling so.. so piratey!"

"Yeah? Well, you're gonna end up feeling watery if I have to throw you overboard. STOP. BOUNCING. YOUR LEG!" She gave you a hard whack. "I told you both I need absolute silence." You scooted away from her.

"I wasn't even doing anything."

"We know, we know," Luffy clambered up on the railing of the boat and began walking between the rigging, "Absolute silence. It's just that," You followed him and grabbed his leg nervously as he leaned over the bowspirit of the ship, "this is my first real pirate score. Can you believe that?" He twisted round to look back at the pair of you.

"Yeah, I can, because you told me right after you asked me, yet again to join your crew. I can't believe Y/n isn't a pirate though." You sighed.

"Again, why do you think that?"

"I dunno, maybe a combination of the suspicious bandages, the goofy outfit and the intense rage while fighting, how are you anything else?"

"I work in a restaurant, I literally just clean dishes and do stock orders." She eyes you suspiciously, and you shrug, "And occasionally tell rich clients they suck incredibly."

"And punch Marines!" Luffy chimed in helpfully.

Yeah, and punch Marines. Also," you flipped your jacket collar and pulled the flared skirt up to reveal the shimmery silk lining, "I have it on very good authority that I look cute."

"Authority from who, a blind seal?"

"I'll kill you and hide your body somewhere no one will ever find it."

"In the ridiculous giant pockets on your trousers?" You stuck your arms elbow deep into said pockets and glare at her.

"THEY'RE USEFUL FOR PUTTING THINGS IN!"

"Okaaaaay," Luffy calmed patting your shoulders as you snarled down at the orange-haired woman. "I was just thinking about how, when we're not fighting, we make a pretty good team." Luffy pulled you along to the mast before releasing you and leaning down over Nami's head to listen with her. "Is it open yet?"

"No." She gritted out. And can you please give me some quiet and some space?" With a whack, she knocks Luffy's hat off his head, the wind catching it. You and Luffy both lunge to catch it before it blows into the ocean, and you grab at the back of his shirt as he dangles over the side, arm outstretched. He had caught it, just. Pulling him back on to the deck he calls back to Nami.

"Hey. Not cool. Don't mess with my hat."

"Why do you care so much about that old thing anyway? It looks like you fished it out of the trash." He sits down inspecting it.

"One man's trash is another man's treasure."

"Will you three knock it off? I'm trying to take a nap" You glare into the small covered section at the back of the boat where Zoro was laying, having migrated across the boat a few times for prime napping position, hands behind his head.

"Oh I'm sorry, were we interrupting your beauty sleep?"

"Don't like what you see? Look away." You gagged and pretended to vomit over the edge of the ship. As you straighten, you hear the lock thunk and a gasp from Nami as she finally opens it. Twisting the handles, she pulls the safe open to reveal a map tube atop a confidential document and a bounty poster neatly rolled and tied with string.

"You did it!" Luffy breathed excitedly and she smiles at him, pulling out the tube and popping it open. She unfurled the paper and revealed the map depicting the portion of the Grand Line bordered by the East Blue, the islands littered across it labelled in neat but flowy script. Zoro walks up behind you all and pulls open the safe to look for himself.

"That's it? Isn't there supposed to be gold inside a safe? Or jewels? Huh, Treasure Treasure?" He rolls his head to look at you and you curl your lip at him. Nami scoffs.

"This is more valuable than gold. It's knowledge. This is a map to the Grand Line."

"The Grand Line! Ah," Luffy fixes his hat, "The Grand Line is just right... where is it exactly?" Nami looks between the pair of you.

"You're going there, but you two don't know where it is?"

"I know, it's," Your body pivots in place and you end up pointing south again. "Somewhere over that way." You shrug, "Just don't know, the specifics like."

"Guess I'll need a navigator on my crew." Luffy replied gleefully. Nami rolled her eyes and turned away.

Pulling out some chalk and sitting at the small hanging table, she started drawing.

"The seas are divided into four quadrants. East Blue, North Blue, West, South. This," she taps the squiggly drawing she had made, "thin strip of land that circles the globe is called the Red Line, and this," she draws a line curving though the centre of her world circle, "band across the middle is the Grand Line. A treacherous stretch of ocean with bigger islands, bigger cities, bigger pirates. Flush with riches and ripe for the picking."

"And that's where we're gonna find the One Piece!" Luffy cheered.

"I've taken out a lot of pirates looking for that thing. What is it? Like, a big diamond or something?"

"It's Gold Roger's treasure. He hid it somewhere in the Grand Line. All in one piece." Nami smacks the table.

"It's a myth. The reason no one's found it in 22 years is that it doesn't exist." Luffy smiled.

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

An explosion ripples across the water, and red lights up the sky, pouring in through the small windows on either side of you.

"Is that the Marines?"

"How did they find us again?"

You all leave the cabin and stare up into the sky as red smoke starts falling around you, the scarlet cloud completely encompassing the sailing boat. Another whistling fire work cracks above you as the smoke starts to settle around you.

"This smoke smells weird." Nami and Zoro drop to the ground and Luffy runs back inside the small shelter. Without the door closed, hiding away is pointless, but you ignore his movement as you lean against the wall, head swimming and eyes watering as you peer desperately for your assailants through the thick bloody fog surrounding you. Dizziness overtakes you and you stumble backwards, falling limp to the deck and are stuck, watching with rapt attention as Luffy takes the map tube and slides it down his throat.

That's the last thing you see before the blackness dancing at the corner of your eyes as consciousness leaves you. Glowing gold pupils and swirling aqua irises snuff out like candles leaving only a milky white, and everything goes dark.

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You blink open your eyes to the wood of a crate. All of you were cramped into the wooden box, just enough room to stand between the four of you. Luffy leans over and shakes Zoro's leg while you and Nami shift back upright.

(helphelphelphelphelphelphelphelphelphelphelphelphelphelphelphelphelphelphelphelp)

Although, it was just the four of you, there were more people outside. Their energy rippled through you and the air around you, their pleas fizzing at the tips of your ears. You were somewhere inside, with a few hundred people, and something was wrong.

"Hey." He pushes in close to Zoro's ear and whispers his name. Understandably, he wakes and flinches away from the proximity. He shuffles for a moment, then pauses.

"They took my swords."

"And my rucksack, ugh, with all my navigation gear." You and Luffy grab at your coat and hat respectively, both sighing in relief when they're still there.

"They didn't take my hat."

"Or my coat." Nami stared at you with narrow eyes.

(helphelphelphelpelphelphelphelp)

Your eyes were starting to water and your ears were ringing. There were too many people, all wanting the same thing.

"Yeah, small blessings. Damn it, we've lost the map." You can barely make her out as she speaks.

"No!" Luffy shoots up straight and bashes his head into the lid of the crate. "No, we didn't. It's in a safe place." He pats his stomach and Nami stares.

"Ew."

"Yea, not pleasant to watch happen, I'll tell you that. Hey!" You shouted as Zoro punches the wooden wall.

"Stop. Stop that, stop that!"

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

"We've been captured, you absolute mossball. We've no idea who or what is out there. Or how many." you snap, head starting to pound as the people around you continued their panicked subconscious wishing.

"They're right, we need a plan."

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

"Hey, everyone, relax. We're fine."

"We're not fine. The Marines will throw us in jail if we're lucky. Execute us if they don't."

"They-they're not Marines. Before I got knocked out, I saw a Jolly Roger. We've been captured by pirates." You and Nami stare at Luffy as his words sink in.

"How does that make this fine?" Nami agrees.

"Yeah, because it's such better news."

"No, he's right. Marines have training. Pirates are easier to kill." You spin round to him.

"What pirates have you been hunting exactly? Pirates win against Marines constantly, that's why your title even exists!"

"Shanks used to say not every situation can be solved with violence." You watch him lower himself to the ground.

"Who the hell is Shanks?"

"Wait, Red-Haired Shanks? Of the Red Hair Pirates?!" You stare at him aghast.

"Yeah! You know him?"

"Barely. Are you mental? He's notorious! And hardly ever pays his tab!" Luffy smiled up at you.

"I said, who the hell is Shanks?" Zoro repeats.

"Don't worry about that. We don't need to fight. I can talk to them. Pirate to pirate."

"That won't work."

"Why not?"

"To start, you're not a pirate."

"Yes. I am. I have a crew." And he threw his thumb back towards you.

"No. You are some stretchy guy in a tattered hat, dragging around a blood-thirsty magic compass that barely knows what direction to point." You stare at her.

"Why are you insulting me, I'm not even talking?"

"You exist near me, that's enough."

"We're a different type of pirate."

"Pirates are pirates. There's only one kind."

The lid of the crate is ripped from above you as bright lights shine in. All around you, circus music blared and you all watched in a stupor while performers circled you and the box was lifted and removed by them. A fire breather is pushed in front of you and the audience cheers grow louder. Nami pushes Luffy's hands down from where they are applauding as well.

A man comes marching into the centre of the big top, roaring no.

"No, no! No! No! Stop clapping! No, stop! It's all wrong!" Complete silence falls in the big top tent. "The spotlight was late. You completely missed my entrance." He waved for the spot light to shine on to him, bright light revealing his swollen red nose, blue hair and clown costume. Uniform? "And where, oh, where was the dancing lion?" He got into the face of the terrified performer wearing a lion hood, who cowered away.

"Hey I know you. I saw your wanted poster in Shells Town. You're the clown guy. Um, uh... Binky, right?" You just barely caught the cackle before it left you, hiding it in a coughing fit instead. The captain snarled at you both.

"Buggy. Buggy the Clown." He said with a showman's smile. "Buggy, the Flashy Fool. Buggy, the Genius Jester."

"Wow. You have a lot of names." Buggy smiled mockingly at your captain before turning on you.

"This one, this one knows who I am right kid?" He leers down at you as you straighten. "Go ahead, tell your little friends," he swirls his finger in the direction of the other three, "who I am."

"Oh I'll tell 'em alright." Turning to smile at them, you say, "he's been barred from Baratie since it was founde-URK" He grabbed you by the neck and gave you a harsh shake. Your gut scrunches as the feeling in your chest pulses.

He drops you back to your feet, your eyes milky and irises flashing as his wish flashes through you. Hands flapping at his sides, he rounds back on your captain.

(A ship travels through the Grand Line, a black haired captain and moustached Jolly Roger at the helm)

"I bet everyone in the East Blue knows who you are." You winced back to reality for a moment as the audience gasps, side steeping away from Luffy as you rub at your neck.

"What'd you just say?"

"Just that everyone knows who you are."

(A grand podium towers over a crowd, the captain laughing as he insights adventure amongst the people below)

"NOSE?!" He screams, lunging forward and taking a grip of Luffy's face. You go to defend him, but pause as the circus performers start to move in around you all. You were surrounded. You grab hold of your wrist as it tries to lift in a point, finger outstretched and hands shaking. "Are you making fun of my nose?"

"Weww..." Luffy's cheeks and lips were smushed, making him hard to make out. "I wasn't. But now tha you mention it, is that thing fo real?" He reaches up to touch it, but his hand is slapped away by the clown. Another gasp rings out from the audience.

"What's real is I've been scheming for months, to steal that map from old Axe-Hand Moron..." he pushes Luffy away. "Only to find out, that I was upstaged by four little nobodies, who stole it from right out under my no-NO! It's in my head now. Ah!" He growls and storms off.

"Hey! I'm not a nobody. I'm Monkey D. Luffy. And I will be King of the Pirates."

(Two boys stand in the rain, one blue haired, the other red. A treasure left for another to find)

Buggy laughs, "OH! Well that's funny" the audience begin laughing pathetically along with the pirates only to be called to a stop. "My bounty poster graces the marquee of every Marine outpost for miles. And my menagerie of outcasts and freaks is the most dreaded pirate crew the East Blue has ever known. I am destined to find the One Piece."

(And when I do)

"And when I do..."

(I will be)

"I will be king."

"No, you won't, 'cause I'm gonna find it first."

"You? Don't make me laugh." There's no enthusiasm as the audience is riled into laughing again. Buggy turns on them. "I said don't make me laugh!"

"All right, listen up. I'm Roronoa Zoro. Drop your weapons now, and I may let you live." Buggy chuckles at him.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have a celebrity in our midst. Too bad I hate sharing the spotlight." Metal screeches as the light is shifted back to him. "Now, maybe we should skip right to the finale." He pulls back his hand, revealing knives held between each knuckle. "My freaks put quite a bit of rehearsal time into this little abduction. And if I can't reward them with that map... I suppose I'll have to offer them a pound of flesh instead."

"Wait. Wait, what if I have something else to offer you?" Nami steps up in front of him. "Something more valuable than the map? What if I give you a new freak for your crew, and!" She reaches back, grabbing and digging her nails into the skin of your arm as you keep it held close, "A magic compass, that can point you right where you wanna go? A pair of rare talents. The most spectacular act in all of the East Blue. Besides you, of course." She laughs. Buggy raises his eyebrows at her. Your chest begins to pound again.

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"Go on." Snatching the hat from Luffy, she tosses it into the air, before throwing you headlong into the clown pirate as she makes a mad dash for the door. Your arm snaps up, finger pointing and strike Buggy in the face as you stand, frozen, your eyes misty and her energy rattles in your chest.

(A grove of orange trees and a windmill made from the peels)

Luffy's hand flys into the air, arm stretching after to catch his beloved treasure.

(A blue-haired girl chases her little sister, both squealing with laughter.)

Buggy stares at you both in shock. Nami is dragged back in by two of Buggy's pirates and is released in front of the captain.

"What did you do?! What did you do to their town? You destroyed everything!" Buggy is leaning against a barrel mindlessly.

"Not everything." He shrugs. " I let 'em keep their hands." As one, the entire audience begins to clap. "Okay. Here end the theatrics." All the spot lights dim and swirl down to focus on your crew. "I know one of you has my map, and I'm gonna get it back. What was it you said rubber boy? That it was in a safe place?" Luffy's eyes flicker away from him. "Don't look so surprised! I've got eyes and ears everywhere. So... Please make our guests uncomfortable in the green room." The performers grab Zoro and Nami and drag them into the darkness, leaving the rest of the crew to surround you, Luffy and their pacing captain. "I am gonna have a chat with my stretchy new pal. And, uh, work out just where you were pointing, little compass spectacular."

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Luffy screams as he’s pulled tighter on the stretching apparatus. His yells turn to a laugh, and you stare, gobsmacked, at the length of his arms and legs, pulled taut across the centre ring. Buggy knelt on the ground near one of the stretched limbs, not far from where you dangled from the roof, arms suspended above you, toes barely touching the ground.

"I want you to think of this like an artistic exercise, because pain leads to art." You felt your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

"Good grief."

"And art reveals truth. But there's only one truth I need from this exercise. Where is my map?"

"Truthfully? I'm-I'm kind of hungry. Don't circuses have cotton candy?"

Buggy laughs and straightens with a groan. "What could you possibly need that map for anyway? You've got your magic compass," he wiggles his fingers at your dangling form. "You wouldn't last five minutes in the Grand Line."

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

"BORING!" The clown screamed in his face. He gestures to the man at the winch, "Let's go another ten feet." The rope groans as they go through the pulleys, tugging Luffy's arms out further and further.

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

"I'm not asking the right questions. We need to go deeper, get you out of your comfort zone. You!" He spins to where you hang. "What makes a boy want to grow up to be King of the Pirates? Tell me about him, who is he trying to impress."

"Look Bluey,"

"Buggy"

"Whatever. You're asking the wrong person, I've known him, what, two-three days, Luffy?"

"I think so?"

"Let's say three tops, and ignore how long we were in that crate. I know he likes to eat, I know he likes that hat, and I know he wants to be King of the Pirates." You dismiss the memory of the red-haired pirate, his silhouette dark against the blinding sun. Instead, you wiggle your hands hopelessly, "That's about it." Buggy waves his arm towards the roof of the tent, and you're pulled further, toes no longer brushing the floor, bones creaking in your shoulder as he stalks around your kicking legs.

"Who was it? A lost love? An absent parent? Or was it someone..." He strolled back over to your captain, and you're slowly dropped back to just about standing. "...that you worshipped? A false idol?" Luffy's eyes moved away from the clowns stare and a smile grows on his painted lips. "That's it." He snatches the hat from Luffy's head and walks away.

"HEY! Give me back my hat."

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

"You knew Shanks?"

"Ginger? Three scars, left eye? We served together on a pirate crew when we were about your age. For a time, I even thought we were friends. Until he betrayed me. Just like all the others." He laughs quietly to himself. "He wanted to keep ME out of the spotlight! He wanted to keep my star from shining too brightly!" He pauses, staring at the hat, before turning to look at Luffy. "Is that what he did to you, Rubber Boy? Did Shanks betray you too?"

"Don't talk about him that way."

"Aahhhhhhh. Now we're finally getting to the truth. Stretch him until he breaks."

The man on the winch wheel hesitates. "Please, don't make me do this."

"I invite you to take part in the splendour that is my show and this is how you repay me? With a no?"

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

"Well, maybe you'd prefer it, if I threw one of your constituents on the rack instead." He tosses Luffy's hat to the ground and moves over to the stands, approaching a little boy with open arms. "Hey kid!" Buggy grabs the boy by the collar. "You wanna get tall fast?" You grit your teeth with a snarl and Luffy calls,

"Boogie. I'm warning you."

"It's. Buggy! And you're warning me? Now that's a laugh." He looks around disappointed. "I said that's a laugh." The lion performer holds up the LAUGH que card and the audience begins to laugh along. You and Luffy begin to pull against your restraints, you twist and flail, toes scrabbling against the dirt floor looking for any purchase on the just out of reach ground, and Luffy yells at the strain of pulling free of the ropes.

(hhelphelphelp)

(LETGO)

With a snap and a thunk, the leather binding your hands above you tears and you drop and stumble to your feet. At the same time, Luffy slips his hands from the rope and falls to the ground. Luffy clambers up and you're both glaring at the clown.

"Put him down."

(LETGO)

"But why? He's having such a great time! Aren't you junior?" Buggy grabs a hold of the boys face and pulls it towards him. "YES!" He pantomimes the boy's voice, "THE BEST, BUGGY!" He laughs as Luffy reels his arm back for a

"GUM GUM" the sound is like a rubber band, "PISTOL" His arm snaps forward.

And knocks Buggy's head clean of his shoulders.

The head is sent flying into the crowd, and they start to scream hysterically when it lands in a poor woman's lap. As the boys screams pick up a pitch, you scramble forward and rip the boy from the now headless body's grasp. He continues shrieking as you shuffle him up into the stands, returning him to his people and away from Buggy's still standing...

(I will be)

...not dead body.

"Well, well, well!" His head flips upright in the woman's lap. "Looks like we three have something else in common!" You join Luffy in the centre of the ring as his head pops back on to his neck.

"You ate a Devil Fruit?"

"The Chop Chop Fruit." He pulls off his long furred coat. "So you can slice me, and you can dice me! But I will always put myself back together again." And with a grunt his arms and legs disattach from his torso "Want to see what else I can do?"

Spotting movement out of the corner of your eye, you look over your shoulder to spot his disembodied hand holding a red ball. With a pop, red mist spills from it and with a one two punch, you and Luffy are back in the darkness.

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The sound of water pouring was what woke you up this time. You're in a glass tank slowly filling with water and force once, the entire world is...

(....)

Silent. No energy radiating through you. No residual whispers of people surrounding you endlessly hoping, hoping, hoping. Where the entire word thrummed with power and prayer, longing and light outlining every person, place and thing with a dream or a wish, now the world sat.

Dark, cold, silent.

Empty.

Buggy stood, staring down at you as you struggle to your knees. A thump from behind him grabs your attention. The noise is dull, like your head was wrapped with layers of cotton. You spot Luffy, also trapped in his own glass cell, also slowly being filled with the same water that was splashing over your head. You lick your lips.

It's salty.

"Don't both. It's seawater." Buggy turned from looking to you to your captain. "Hardly seems fair. All those wonderful powers rendered useless from a few splashes." He crouched down to be eye level with Luffy and you turn your head, eyeing the rows and rows of Buggy's captive audience seated in the dark around you.

(...)

Still dark. Still silent.

"Of course, you could always give me my map if you don't want to sentence your crew to dying with you in these tanks."

"My crew..." Luffy struggles to get the words out.

"Your crew?" Buggy chuckles. "You mean the ones that abandoned you? Just like Shanks did?"

"Don't." You shout over the water cascading over you, pulling his attention away for a moment. "Don't give him anything Luffy. We wouldn't abandon you! You're good, so stop projecting on him you coward of a clown!" He snorts and turns back to Luffy.

"Aww, did that make you sad?"

"They will come back for us." He answers quietly. "Y/n's right, they won't leave us here."

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

With a grunt, Luffy begins to painfully pull himself up, snarling at the clown as he spits "Never!"

"Why not?!" Buggy smacks the glass but hurts his own hand, pulling away growling. "You're an outcast, just like the rest of us. A freak, scorned and abandoned! Join me... and you can serve the man who will become the King of the Pirates. When I have that map, I will find the One Piece, and then everyone will know my name. And they'll love me."

"Why would he choose," you call over the splashing of the water, "to serve you as King? When he's going to become it himself! You can't make people love you with the power of a position, or the fear of a title!"

"Just like you can't make them smile. I'll never give you that map."

"Well then. I guess it's curtains for you." Turning a large wheel on one of the pipes, the water starts surging from the pipes above you, filling the tanks faster and faster.

As Buggy pulls at the woven reeds of the hat, Luffy roar echoes over the waters' own, "DON'T TOUCH MY HAT!"

"What was that?" Buggy asked giggling "I-I couldn't hear you over all the drowning!"

The water is well over your head at this point, the curse of the Devil Fruit stopping you from floating. It's funny, for how happy you were that you coat was still on you when you woke up, you never knew how heavy it would get soaking wet. You can hardly blink your eyes open as you hear a 'clink' against the outside of the glass. Opening them a fraction you watch as cracks spiderweb up the panel, a roar of "WHERE ARE MY FREAKS?!" as it shatters under the pressure of the water inside. As the water spills across the ground, you are sent with it, the waves from both your and Luffy's tanks sending you skittering across the floor.

A pole stops you from going any further, and looking up, you see it is Nami's staff pushed against the ground. Grabbing your shoulder, she helps you up, keeping her eyes plastered to the cackling clown as he lifts the map tube that had finally escaped Luffy's stomach.

"Sorry about earlier," she whispers as you stand, brushing fragments of glass from your person, "the whole, selling you out to a mad clown thing."

"It's okay. I mean, it's not and I'll probably be mad for a bit 'cause that sucked, but we can say we're even for the whole, 'getting stuck dealing with Marines a second time in so many days' thing. I'm normally good at holding grudges, Sanji thinks I'm too kind to, but I think I'm just good at hiding it then he thinks. Maybe just stop actively insulting me and we'll be fine." She smiles ruefully at your blabbering and you turn to watch Zoro move towards Buggy.

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

"Zoro, he-!" But his sword had already swiped through Buggy's neck, his head bouncing up above the swing, "-'s a Devil Fruit user..." Zoro continues his advance, cutting though and across Buggy's chest, leaving smaller and smaller segments only for him to pull himself back together.

"Ha ha ha! Surprise shithead!" He twirls the tube and points it menacingly at your face, "Stop ruining this for me." Before his laughter begins anew, body separating more and more, pieces spiralling through the air of the big top as the light, the colour, the sound begins to return around you. It's back to overwhelming, but its what you're used to.

(HelpUsHelpUs) (StopHimStopStopHim) (Help)

You, Nami and Zoro end up back to back to back as the spinning segments surround and push you closer together.

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

"This is not part of the plan."

"There was a plan?!" You're all yelling over the shrieking cackles of the dismembered Buggy as he spun around and around you.

You are pushed, punched, knocked and bumped over and over as the aerial swarm of body parts loop about, not one of you spared as Nami falls into the seating area, Zoro sends one of the tanks skidding on its side, you are rushed headlong into one of the support poles, knocking into a few empty prop crates as you go. Staggering to your feet, you watch as he reassembles and approaches the just barely upright Luffy.

"Well would you look at that. Somebody escaped my Tank of Doom. Well I'll be back to finish you off. Right after I tear apart your sad excuse for a crew. Ha ha ha ha ha!"

"You can dump seawater on me, and I'll let it slide. But don't you ever threaten my friends." You peer around the pole as, with a yell, he punches forward an elastic punch, knocking a perfect circle in Buggy's chest, which easily reinserts itself, leaving no trace behind.

"So you want to die first?" He pulls out his hands, all knuckles armed with a knife each, and you can't escape the thought of how cool it looks. "Be my guest." His arms and legs separate from the torso, and then the elbows and knees, then wrists and ankles, becoming a chain of arms and legs. "CHOP-CHOP CANNON!"

His hands, still laced with knives, along with the rest of his arms and legs going pelting at Luffy, who springs and flips and dodges through them with ease to knock into Buggy's torso. He doesn't stay there long though, as a swift kick from a disembodied foot, sends him rolling in your direction, hitting the same pole. A knife follows swiftly, stabbing through his beloved hat and pinning it to the wood. Eyes wide, he rushes to grab it as it falls to the ground, only to be knocked about by more flying limbs and a swift punch to the gut.

The same hands grabs him by the neck and pins him there, choking grip on his neck as his eyes roll and bulge. He makes eye contact with you as you duck another oncoming boot, and flash at something behind you. Spinning to follow his eyeline, you can make a guess at his plan and yell across the ring to your friends (he said it, they didn't deny it. You're all friends now.)

"NAMI!" Her ginger head peeks over the barrier to you and you point behind you, "The crates!" She hops the colourful barrier and sprints to join you, as Luffy flips upright and chucks the hand towards you both.

You lift one of the smaller chests and she swings the hand in with her staff. Dropping it to the ground you stomp your foot down on top as the hand thumps around inside. You do it again and again, working as a team to collect and seal away the flailing body parts. Luffy flings them towards you with his powers, Zoro catching them on with his swords and pinning them down, as you and Nami catch and lock them away in the pile of empty crates, chests and boxes surrounding you. Buggy yells as you lock away more and more of him.

As the madness dies down, Luffy lifts his hat and dusts it off gently.

"What've you done to me?" Buggy screams as his head drops to ground on his hands and feet, literally.

"Cut you down to size!" Luffy chirps happily.

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

"What did we say about projecting Buster?" Across from you, Luffy smiles.

"I know exactly who I am. I'm Monkey D. Luffy." He affixes the hat on his head.

(And I'm gonna be King of the Pirates!)

"And I'm gonna be King of the Pirates." Buggy huffs as Luffy's arms stretch backwards towards the walls of the tent. "GUM GUM-"

"Whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa, whoa, wHOA! NO NO NO! Wait, wait wa-wait."

"-BAZOOKA!" And he snaps his arms forward, knocking Buggy's remaining parts flying, ripping a hole in the tent roof and sending him far, far away. With that, Luffy picks up the map tube and you all regroup in the centre. He hands it to Nami with a smile.

"You're giving this to me?"

"You're the navigator."

"Let's get out of this clown show." Luffy catches his shoulder as he goes to move away.

"Still one more thing we have to do." With a clap to his shoulder, he walks off, moving to the stands and pulling the chains free from their blocks. The lights click back on as the three of you move about the crowd, unlocking the chains at people's feet.

The older man, the mayor, looks down at Luffy as he works on the manacles on their legs. "Are you our new captors?"

"What?" Luffy looks up at him, confused.

"W-well, you're a pirate, aren't you?" Luffy smiled as he straightened up.

"I'm a different kind of pirate."

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A small dog snuffles about the feet of the mayor as he walks towards the pier your crew's small sailboat is docked at.

"We don't have much, but please, take this as a token of our... of our gratitude."

"You need it more than we do." Luffy replies, though he looks longingly at the food offering they had brought, and you all turn to walk to the boat. As you clamber aboard, Luffy pauses. "Well... maybe just a snack." As he grabs a piece of bread from the tray and stuffs it into his mouth.

The people call out their farewells and goodbyes as you begin to make headway back on to the open ocean, pulling open the sail.

Luffy watches you thoughtfully as you pull the straw through the hole stabbed through his hat, gently pulling it through to close the hole up. Nami looks up from reading the map beside you as the boat drifts languidly in the water.

"Looks almost finished." You hum back, concentrating.

The hole closed, you hand it back to Luffy. He took it with a smile.

”You fixed it. Thanks.”

”You said it was your treasure. You have to keep those safe.” He smiled at you, and from the back of the boat Zoro spoke up.

”Is everyday gonna be this crazy with you?” Luffy placed his hat on his head and moved down the boat towards him.

”Shanks always said, that if the path to what you want seems too easy… then you’re on the wrong path.” Zoro looked at him thoughtfully.

”This Shanks guy sounds all right.” Luffy stands again, hopping past you to stand at the prow, looking towards the horizon.

”Next stop, the Grand Line!!”

As you sailed into the sunset, all you could smell was sticky sweetness on the wind.

Next Chapter: Sweet Syrupy Lies

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