#oh right it's because of the whole warlord part.

[transingthoseformers]

SG Op bringing dead bot body parts to Baseline Megatron

Baseline Megatron is about to start calling Baseline Rodimus

Dsjdfjjhjllj yes

Baseline Roddie is sitting there internally debating if this habit is a deal breaker or not.

[bots-and-cons]

Just saw that your requests are open and would like to request an angst/no comfort scenario for Megatron.

Imagine his romantic partner defected to the autobots because of the violent behavior of the cons and was presumed MIA. Once both fractions are on earth, the s/o shows up and both meet each other again after a long time during a fight.

I hope everything is understandable. (Sorry for grammar mistakes, english is not my main languages)

A/N: Oh boy, I love writing angst and the little sprinkle of “no comfort” is just great lol. I also have this scenario which I wrote like years ago, but it’s also total angst with Megatron. I also got an idea for a part 2. Idk if I’ll ever get around to it, but we’ll see

He couldn’t believe his optics. It was you, it was really you. The video from his troops' first battle on this puny planet was playing on the screen and you were right there. You were fighting against the decepticons you had once been a part of, alongside the autobots and that damned Prime.

“Turn it off” Megatron growled at Starscream.

“That traitor, I’ll have them disassembled for this” Starscream hissed as he paused the feed.

“You will do no such thing! Now leave me!” Megatron raised his voice, not even glancing at the seeker.

His optics were fixed on the screen. It couldn’t be anyone else, he knew that frame as well as he did his own, or at least he did in the past. How many more scars had you acquired during your time away from him? How much had you changed? How much had the autobots managed to brainwash you for you to fight alongside them?

Back when you had joined the autobots, you had been lost. You couldn’t stand the decepticons and their cruelty anymore, but above all you couldn’t watch what Megatron was becoming. He wasn’t the same mech you had fallen in love with so long ago. You had tried to reason with him so many times, but it always seemed to fall on deaf ears. Even the way he looked at you wasn’t the same as it had been. There was something dark about it, something wrong. You weren’t even sure if there was love in his optics anymore when he looked at you. It was such a drastic contrast to the warm, loving gaze the two of you once shared. So you left, you left behind all your friends, everyone you knew and your whole life. You hoped that maybe you could make up for some of the pain you had caused by joining the autobots.

You had a reputation among the autobots of course. The partner of Megatron, the mech that was the root of all evil. The one who had stood by the most terrible warlord the galaxy had ever seen, while he had destroyed your home planet and slaughtered countless of your fellow cybertronians. You knew you had a responsibility to try to balance the scales. You just wished you’d realized it sooner.

Megatron needed to find you, he needed to know why and how you disappeared. The thought of you leaving him of your own free will had never really even crossed his mind. He had been sure you’d been captured by the autobots, that you hadn’t just left him, but now his faith in that was wavering. He needed to know the truth, and he needed to hear it from you.

Megatron was on earth. That certainly explained the uneasy sense of dread you’d been feeling, but when you heard Ratchet say the words, it didn’t make you feel better. If anything, you felt even worse. You had never wanted to see him again, but now he was here. You were on the same planet as him again, and you didn’t know what to do or how to feel. You would have to face him eventually, probably in the field of battle, and you didn’t know if you could handle it. You didn’t give him an explanation, you just left during one mission and never went back. You would never go back. The autobots, even during war, had shown you a world of empathy, kindness and true friendship. They were your family. Something you never really had with the decepticons.

Even though you wanted to, you didn’t hate him. Somewhere deep inside, you might’ve still even loved him, but you had pushed those feelings aside long ago. When the time came, you would be willing to pay for your sins with your life if that’s what was needed. If it would save others, you would give your life to save your allies from the one you once called the love of your life. If someone had to die by his hand, you’d rather it be you than anyone else.

It took weeks, but when Megatron finally got word that you had appeared at an energon mine with a couple of autobots, he rushed there, not wasting a second. When he finally saw you on the battlefield, you looked the same as you did the day he lost you. The two of you looked at each other, and for just a second, it was like there was no one else there. For a moment, it was just the two of you, and for a moment Megatron was convinced things could be like they had once been. Then it happened, you turned your blaster towards him and the look in your optics was one he’d never seen before.

You hesitated, just for a split second, but that was enough for him to dodge your shot. You could see his expression change as you fired. He looked like he couldn’t believe what you’d done. That you would turn your weapon against him. Then it came, that look of rage and that the burning hatred you’d seen him aim at so many others. There was a time you’d been sure he’d never look at you like that, but here you were. You were aiming to kill the one you used to love more than anything, and you almost couldn’t bear it.

Megatron couldn’t believe that it had come to this. The one he had loved and still loved was attempting to kill him. He had given you everything, and you were trying to take his life. This must have been the work of the autobots. There was no other option, you would never try to hurt him of your own free will. He looked around frantically with a crazed look in his optics and pinpointed the Prime in the middle of the battle.

You could see Megatron looking at Optimus and you knew what he was thinking. You moved before you could even really think. Megatron was so laser focused on Optimus, that you managed to tackle him and make him fall off the cliff behind him. You fell with him.

Megatron didn’t even realize what he’d done before his back hit the ground. The fall wasn’t long, so it didn’t really affect him, but when he noticed he had wrapped his arms around you in a protective manner to shield you from the fall, he didn’t know what to think. The anger that had just been burning in his chest was gone, and all he could think about was having you in his arms again.

“Let me go” you said quietly as he kept holding onto you, while laying on the ground on his back.

He couldn’t help but ask. He had to know, he had to hear it from you.

“What happened to you?” Megatron asked, still holding you so you couldn’t get away. Your arms were pinned to your sides, and you were laying on his chest, facing him.

You couldn’t look at him. You were afraid that if you did, you would throw away everything you had built with the autobots just because he looked at you lovingly again. You were afraid you would give in and go back to him. You didn’t want that. You would never be treated like that again. You wouldn’t be treated like an object, or a trophy he could parade around.

“Let me go” you repeated, forcing the words out of your mouth.

Megatron hesitated for a moment, but he decided to let you go. He wanted an explanation, but no matter what it was, he was going to take you with him. 

You got some distance between him and yourself, but you still didn’t look at him. Not in the optics anyway. He looked the same he had the day you left, but there was a different, more destructive air about him.

“What happened to you?” he repeated.

You weren’t going to answer, and you didn’t owe him an explanation, but you still opened your mouth, but before you could say anything, a nearby explosion interrupted you.

“Come on (Name), we have to go!” Arcee yelled from on top of the cliff.

You looked up at Arcee and then glanced at Megatron, who took a step towards you. You could guess what he was thinking. He surely wanted to take you with him, but you couldn’t allow that to happen. You swiftly started climbing back to the top of the cliff.

Megatron took another step forward, but froze as he noticed a few of the autobots standing on top of the cliff, pointing their blasters at him. He considered his options for a moment, and no matter how much he wanted to drag you back to the Nemesis with him, it wasn’t worth a potentially serious injury. All he could do was watch as you climbed up and got to the top of the cliff. You were going to slip away again. You were going to be taken away from him again.

You were about to leave, but you finally gave into the desire to look back at Megatron. This time you met his gaze, and you could feel yourself growing confused as soon as you met his optics. You weren’t sure what to make of his expression. For a second, just a second, you thought you could see the old him. The one before the war started, the one you’d fallen in love with so long ago, but that thought faded as his optics grew colder and his expression hardened. Now all you could see was that same jealousy and possessiveness you’d seen before you left him. He looked at you like a possession, something he owned, something that he thought had been stolen from him and something that he would tear through anything to get back. That thought terrified you.

He would get you back, and he would do anything to make that happen. He would rip apart the autobots to get to you and make sure you could never be taken from him again. You were his, and he would get you back and never let you go again.

[moonbaby26]

As we know, Oda made the original seven warlords all animal themed. With Doflamingo -duh- being a flamingo 🦩💖. But in this post I wanted to add the additional reasons I find it funny that my favorite warlord is indeed, a bird. Because most birds are chaotic, evil trainwrecks if you didn’t know! Do not be fooled by their elegant propaganda of the American bald eagle, peacock, and such.

Far more bird species are of the hissing/unpredictable/possessive/oversexed/homicidal/drama queen variety.

And as part of my example, I will be introducing my pet cockatiel! He is a male, lutino color variant. I took him to the avian vet recently to get a quick nail trim (he treats my arm like a bloodied ski slope with his little feet razors otherwise).

The likeness is uncanny, right? Spiked up blond hairdo and all. 🤣

But here is my rambling list below of why Doflamingo fits the bird theming beyond just his aesthetics. Note, all species are different. These are just generalities.

1. Birds are needy, attention whores. Realistically, this comes from wanting the attention and safety of their flock. And my bird gets plenty of out of cage time with us. But oh my god, sometimes if he hears me so much as sneeze and he can’t see me…WHY AM I IN THE HOUSE, BUT NOT WITH HIM!? WHY!? RED ALERT. He starts flock calling for me, and I must respond with at least a whistle or he will begin screaming. Because surely, someone must be murdering me if I don’t come to him immediately.

2. They are complete horndogs. Seriously, everyone thinks humping inappropriate things is a male dog exclusive problem. Nope. There are professional bird behaviorists that people literally pay to come teach them how to calm their pet birds’ sexual aggression and the nightmare that can become. You have to be mindful of how you interact with them, lest they start thinking YOU are their mate and begin attacking anyone else in the house who is not you. Because they are jealous. So jealous. I only pet/preen my bird on his head. As that is perfectly platonic flock behavior. But touching anywhere else (back or chest for example) can make them think it’s sexy time. Male birds will hump the utter hell out of “favorite” objects. Birds kept with others must be monitored that no one is getting ganged up on. But it happens in the wild too. Female ducks need pepper spray or self defense classes. I’ll just leave it at that.

3. They are murderous/violent, and easily overstimulated. So my bird weighs around 80 grams give or take. As an adult human, he’s not going to take me down anytime soon. But if he wanted to, he likely could bite me hard enough to go to the bone. He never has truly bitten me, but I watch his body language. He runs up wanting to be petted. Or sits on me long enough that he falls asleep. He likes to be together, but always on his terms. If I touched him too much, or when he didn’t want it, he’d definitely bite me. People have lost eyes to larger birds. People have had to have reconstructive surgery from parrot bites. They can crush whole nuts in their beak. So what do you think they’ll do to your face when they are sitting on your shoulder and suddenly get triggered (which they very easily are)? Humans have been drowned by swans. And forget it when it comes to something like the Cassowary. You’re already dead if they really wanted you to be.

4. They are opportunistic. Oh look, more murder! People think only birds of prey are the true meat eaters. But a pelican would eat you if it thought it could swallow you. Even the smallest birds have been observed killing other birds and small mammals if they can. Food is food. They are not cute to their victims. They are survivalists. No mercy. Ever. Some baby birds actually eat their own nestmates if one sibling is stronger than the others (sorry Rosi, there really was a precedent for that 😰).

5. They are territorial. And still more murder! In my own yard we have birdhouses made for Eastern bluebirds. They’re a species that legit benefits from human intervention as bluebirds will only nest in cavities, which they have less of now because of deforestation and competition with non native species taking said cavities. Non native species (for the US anyway) of the European house sparrow in particular. House sparrows are tiny. Smaller than a bluebird. But they will slaughter a bluebird family. All over territory during breeding season. They enter the bluebird nest and will peck even the adult bluebirds to death if they can catch them on the nest. They killed a male bluebird of ours this way. Now we put up “sparrow spookers” on our active bluebird nests once eggs are in the box. It’s just mylar streamers that blow in the wind, and the sparrows are afraid to fly through it. But every breeding season we have to go through this again. Basically Riku dynasty versus Donquixote dynasty in our backyard with the invading house sparrows.

And I could go on and on really, about greed, mood swings, vanity, etc. But you get the idea now. Murder, sex, and bright plumage. Heavy emphasis on the murder especially. He really is a bird in every sense of the word. 😅

Edit: Oh! And I forgot grudges! Some birds will hold a grudge for ages. Just ask a crow. I thought my bird would be over my betrayal of the vet visit by today. Nah. He’s still pissed. He won’t come to me right now. He fakes me out to offer my hand to him, then says, nah, bitch! And opens his mouth like he rather bite. It’ll be a few days I guess. 🤣 Never betray a Donquixote!

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

So I’ve got a bone to pick with the whole Why try to fix and/or make him better when you could make him worse? trope, like

How would that work with a character that was already quite murdery

And didn’t give a single fuck

Just does everything on his own time and terms and really doesn’t have too many redeemable qualities and

Oh heavens how did that gif get here whoops

…………the hell with it, why not.

Wrapped Around Your Finger

OPLA! Mihawk x Manipulative!AFAB!Reader

NSFW headcanon

♬♫ She’s Not Gone Yet But She’s Leaving — The Fratellis ♫♬

She’s one part evil, three fifths blind, she’s not gone yet but she’s leaving

And she’s oh, so delicate and still don’t mind, she’s not gone yet but she’s leaving

It might seem like it would require the most complex levels of Machiavellian fuckery to manipulate this man, to make him more deadly than he already is...but you've done it. You have cracked the code.

All you have to do is be a complete brat. Be an absolute heathen about everything. Make snide comments, roll your eyes at him, disagree, disobey, push his patience to its absolute limits.

He might torture you within an inch of your sanity for smarting off at him, but that’s the whole point—he loves putting you in your place. It’s half the reason he's so addicted you, because you give him that outlet, you give him that reason to punish you, putting him in that position of absolute power and control that he so craves.

Wrapping his hand around your throat and pinning you to the wall, making you choke out promises that you'll behave yourself, his lips brushing across yours with each word but never quite giving you the satisfaction of meeting them.

Not until you've spent enough time begging and pleading and promising to be good, your hands pinned over your head—arching your hips up toward his only for him to force them back, denying you even the smallest gratification of grinding against his cock.

Shoving you down to your knees and demanding that you put that smart mouth of yours to better use, grabbing a fistful of your hair and forcing your head down as well, thrusting into your mouth, thrusting relentlessly into your throat, not allowing you a moment to breathe until your face is bright red and your make-up is smeared and trailing down your face in a mix of tears and sweat.

Tugging at the roots all the harder and commanding you to keep your eyes on his.

Pulling you right back up by your hair while you’re still gasping for air and asking lightly if you’ve had enough or if you need a little more encouragement to get your act together.

Even as you’re swearing breathlessly that you'll behave now, that you swear you'll be good for your master, your warlord, you both know those promises are nothing but white lies.

Even as he chuckles lightly, briefly loosening his powerful grip on your waist to brush his fingers across your skin before turning you around and slamming into your tight channel from behind, jerking you back against him by your hip, crushing his lips to yours hard enough to bruise them—you both know that you’re going to mouth off again the first chance you get.

But that’s half the fun of it, isn’t it?

You keep him on his toes, and he keeps you begging for more. You just balance each other in the most beautifully unhinged way. You’re both well aware of it—and you know that you have one of the most dangerous men in the world hopelessly addicted to you.

You know that if you tell him you feel threatened by anyone or anything, that you feel as if you’re in danger, he’s going to take care of it.

Whether it’s an enemy of yours, or a few enemies, or more than a few—it doesn’t matter. You have absolutely nothing to worry about. They won’t be breathing for much longer, after all.

You belong to him, and if anyone dares to threaten you, to harm you, to cross you in any way at all, then they’re crossing him.

While he’s bitterly aware that you have him wrapped around your finger, he also knows there’s not a damned thing he can do about it except continue along in the cycle of punishment and pleasure that you’ve managed to wrap him up in, because it’s just too damned good to give up. He gives you whatever you want, you give him what he craves, and the wheel just keeps turning.

[deepflowerruins]

when zoro is heavily injured

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WARNING - heavy spoilers ahead, bloodshed, crying, starving.

characters - straw hats, brook, rolling pirates (lola and her crew), bartholomew kuma, gecko moria.

short summary - scenario of the post thriller bark arc, reader is a part of the straw hats. brook still hasn't joined.

their fight was already over, the straw hats together with brook defeated gecko moria. but they didn't realise there were more of problems in front of them.

A big man dressed in white and black clothes holding a bible in his hands appeared before them. he looked absolutely terrifying.

"guys, don't freak out, but I forgot to tell you that, he is bartholomew kuma, he is yet another warlord and has come to annihilate us on orders of the government." nami said. everyone was already tired, the fight with gecko moria went on for 4 days. they had not eaten till then. facing yet another warlord was difficult for them. luffy had already passed out from the exhaustion by using gear 3.

"just leave it to me" arrived a voice from behind y/n. she recognised the voice, it was zoro's. he was ready to fight although he was himself not capable of it. "zoro, you're already-" y/n was cut off by zoro "I have to do it for luffy" he said.

"don't you dare zoro!" she screamed back. they were distracted by their talks, while kuma was prepared for his attack. he compressed a lot of air. if he let's it out, it could probably cause the whole thriller bark to fall over.

kuma let out his attack. wiping everything and everyone out. the intensity of his attack caused everyone to black out.

after a while, y/n got up, she ran around very places to find zoro. she finally found him. rocks shattered, blood spilt all over him. he was barely managing to stand up.

"z-zoro?" tears fell down her eyes. they traced down her cheeks and reached her cleavage as she holds zoro.

"h-how did this happen?" she asked while sobbing. but the brave swordsman replied "nothing happened"

"chopper!" y/n called out for the ship's doctor. everyone ran and came to the origin of the voice. zoro fainted in her arms as he couldn't hold himself anymore. chopper quickly gave him the first aid and ordered some rest.

everyone sat in the mansion. ready to enjoy their win, but y/n couldn't celebrate it anymore. she sat silently in the room next to where zoro was lying. without eating or drinking anything. how could she eat when her lover wouldn't?

she patted his head "get well soon, zoro" she said as once again tears rolled down her cheeks.

it had soon been the whole day, but zoro wasn't awake yet. robin came inside the room "y/n, you don't wanna eat?" she asked. "no, I am just fine, I am not hungry."

"do you realise that it's been 4 days since we did not eat anything? It will be almost 5 in a few minutes" robin spoke "it is because of zoro?"

"yeah, how can I eat when he didn't?" y/n replied. she was ready to give away her life for zoro and so would zoro do.

"just make sure you don't spoil your health, or else zoro won't be happy once he wakes up!" robin giggled and left the room.

it was almost 3am in the morning, when zoro opened his eyes "hey? zoro, you awake?" y/n asked happily. he sat up on his bed and gave a tight hug to her "yeah, now I am" "how are you feeling now? do you want me to call chopper so he can check up on you?" "no it's fine, I am okay now that I am with you!"

their fondness and happiness was unmatched. soon zoro noticed that y/n looked pale. "why are you looking so pale?" "ah, it's nothing, just some tiredness" "sure?" he asked for confirmation "yes love, sure"

the next morning, they were awake earlier than others. y/n went ahead to the backyard to sit with zoro who was training. soon sanji along with others, came running to check up on zoro

"my lady, any treat you would like? I will make it right away" sanji asked. "oh, whenever and whatever zoro's eating" she replied. "oh, yeah, I have been hungry, it's been days since I last ate" zoro said.

sanji went ahead to the ship's kitchen since the mansion's was already destroyed due to the fight. he quickly made some delicacies and presented it to them. "thank you for the food" y/n thanked.

as soon as they were finished, they all boarded the ship along with a new member. zoro went to the deck. "hey, usopp! why did y/n looked so pale earlier?" he asked his fellow crewmate.

"ah, we did many things to make her eat but she just wouldn't eat without you! she went hungry for 5 days insisting that how could she eat without you?" he replied. zoro was really upset.

although he knew her well, but he didn't expect her to go hungry since she is fond of eating. it really made him worried about her extent.

he dashed to the crow's nest where she sat, "y/n?! why did you not eat these past 5 days?" y/n was speechless. contemplating how he got to know. he quickly hugged her and said "do you know how upset I was after I heard that?" he said silently. holding her figure in his arms. "just how could I eat without you?"

"me not eating doesn't mean you shouldn't love, it's not about showing your extent to me or others to prove how much you love me, i understand you did it out of love, but you should take care of yourself because I'd be really upset if you don't. you know it well"

"and i still haven't forgiven you for that fight!" she giggled and gave him the tightest hug ever.

[mjrtaurus]

Crocodile was very, very lost at this moment in time.

Physically he knew where he was: he was seating a dinner table, eating said dinner with Dragon and his in-laws.

In fact this whole trip was to meet his in-laws.

Well yes, he had technically met Garp dozens of times in Warlord meetings but those barely count and until recently he was under the impression that his mother-in-law had passed on.

So when Dragon put the opportunity out there, to sit and have dinner with his parents, Crocodile had perked up in interest.

He had methodically planned everything down to the last detail: from his suit (freshly dry cleaned and pressed, sprayed generously but not excessively in his favourite cologne) to the gift he had brought for the apparently not deceased (flowers were so blasé, he had come with an Eastern Lily Cactus in tow).

He had even made sure to acquire a well aged bottle of whiskey, suited to the Vice Admiral's taste exactly, thanks to his contacts at the Baratie.

He was a careful man. He measures 3 times before he cuts with a single practiced swing. He was a stellar business man, charming as all hell and damn good with his money. He was going to win this dinner.

(Never mind the little voice in his head that sounded too much like his lover telling that a dinner/first impression is not something you can win. He knew that already! Let him have his moment of hyperbole!)

But his cigar had been sent on a one way sea voyage trip, his fine clothes soaked through with sweat while helping firewood and doused in dirt from assisting Dragon in the garden.

He had been given some version of ‘shovel talk’ from that was both way too late and way too graphic, laced with cartoon-ish level threats to his safety if even the thought of breaking Dragon's heart crossed his mind. And to top it all off, he had gotten into an argument because apparently Garp still had an issue with his son (the criminal) being with yet another criminal. Said argument reached its end with Crocodile blurted out “Everyone in your family has either been a criminal or is still currently a criminal. That pillar of moral high ground you believe you’re atop of has eroded to such a point that I am resisting the urge to crane my neck down.”

(Not his proudest moment but he swore he heard a laugh before it was quickly disguised as a cough.)

So here he sat, in borrowed clothes (he was so certain these pants were…polyester but for his sanity he refused to check), staring down at the delicious spread in front of him and the sounds of clinking utensils and light chatter surrounded at least 3 of his senses.

He had realized a few things at all once.

1. He was woefully unprepared for a Monkey D Family dinner.

2. Dragon looked like he wanted to drown himself in his soup, he might just join him.

3. He definitely needs to get the recipes for these dishes, Gabriel and the boys would love them.

Crocodile is a man that’s all about image. Always has been. He’s fashioned a grand persona to hide the flaws. He wears a mask of stoicism, biting sarcasm, and vicious calm to hide the fact that he is still a deeply insecure and wounded man.

And Urpi? She sees right through it. She thinks it’s ill-fitting. She knows he will never be able to be comfortable- truly comfortable- like this.

Dragon had told her that he was a guarded man, and she believed him with all her heart. But to see it in the flesh, to see this man who held her son’s heart looking like he was trying to convince himself just as much as he was trying to convince her that he had his shit together? Oh, she couldn’t have that. Nobody deserved that.

The evening comes around, and she sends Dragon and Garp to tend to the snails (there are a lot of them this season, so there should be plenty of time for her and Crocodile to talk).

“You don’t have to hide around us, dear. I know it’s easier said than done but… there’s nobody here that you need to impress. This is a family to be a part of, not a competition to win.” And she can tell the precise moment that the cool mask cracks. For a split second, he looks threatened, and then he looks skittish.

“Take whatever time you need, dear. Family waits for family. In the meantime, come pick out some recipes you and the boys might like so I can copy them down for you.”

[doyouremem8erme]

Heyy this is @agalychnisspranneusroseus I saw your tags on that storyboard of the sashanne divorce swordfight and YES it's striking how Sasha doesn't attack ONCE. At least during those first shots, iirc she did swing her sword once or twice later but that fight as a whole is Anne attacking and Sasha always on the defense trying to stop her without hurting her. See how she grabs both her swords with one hand and uses the other to grab Anne, keeping the weapons away from her face. WHICH REMINDS ME -> Anne has always been much more brutal with Sasha than Sasha's been with her in their swordfights. Like in both cases it's understandable lmao but I still can't stop thinking about how Anne left Sasha with a very noticeable scar on her face and Sasha deliberately kept her swords away from her face as to not hurt her. Because she loves her. Because she doesn't want to scar her 😭 Anne is trying to actually kill her out of pure rage and she's just thinking about how to stop her without hurting her.

honestly tho theres such a difference between their two swordfights bc in reunion anne is really on the defensive almost the whole time

sasha makes the first move and anne only raises her sword to protect sprig

like especially in the first parts of it sure shes pissed off as hell at sasha but shes mostly like. hold on are we seriously doing this gladiator style.

like look at her face when grime annouces the trial by combat. she doesnt want to fight her!

and meanwhile sasha is the one who makes the first move and runs at her and anne is like oh SHIT i gotta not get stabbed to death that isnt supposed happen to anyone until next season finale!

like you can tell just from their stances here. anne is just trying to defend herself and the frogs but sasha has been living this toad life for months now and has gotten wayyy into the warlord teen lifestyle. even tho shes super pissed in some of these scenes every time sasha tries to land an actual hit shes super shocked and betrayed looking.

this is her bestie who she was so excited to reunite with! how did things go so wrong?

but sasha being so so willing to resort to violence against anne and the plantars is too much for anne and shes like ok fine. were doing this. and she pushes sasha back and disarms her but scars her in doing so.

i wouldnt say anne is more brutal overall in this fight because like. sasha was the one trying to kill her frog family and actively trying to win this literal battle with literal swords this whole time! and sasha almost won but anne stood up to her at that last moment.

honestly they shouldve both been hurt in this fight but a disney show isnt gonna show cuts and scars unless theyre plot relevant. matt braly had to FIGHT for darcy to get the cut on its face in all in and made the blood green as a compromise. i see it as more symbolic than anything i guess? like any of those other moves couldve left scars--annes aiming for sashas weapons anyways and slashes her face at the same time bc of the angle--and it serves as a reminder of who sasha is now and what happened between them.

true colors though. true colors is where things are different.

anne has finally given up on sasha being her friend. she gave her a second chance and she still betrayed her. just like last time shes been put in a situation of sashas making where the only way out seems to be violence. theres something to be said abt what happens when you put these kids in a war environment and give them swords and then tell them to work out their feelings. the soldiers surround you and you both have sharp deadly weapons...what choice do you have? every sign is pointing towards doing what you need to survive.

and so sasha tries to talk things out and anne just wont hear any of it. the toad army is already on their way! sasha betrayed her sasha is causing all of this she cannot let sasha get in her way

and for once! sasha is actually in the RIGHT! before sasha was doing some really terrible things and anne absolutely needed to stand up to her. but sasha wants to talk things out peacefully so they can work together to take down the king! she loves anne but also she doesnt NEED violence to win this. at least she SHOULDNT. she wants anne to be on her side! on the RIGHT side! she doesnt need her swords to do that!

but anne is in a place where she will not listen to anything sasha has to say because what reason does she have to trust her? shes proven time and again that shes a ruthlessly manipulative backstabber and will use that to get what she wants. shes put this entire kingdom at risk--full of newts she met and befriended and her own friends and allies in the castle--and she needs to be stopped at any cost.

man i dont even know where to finish all this with partly bc i cant fully get into anne and sashas heads there and also because i cant get true colors to load to get screenshots lol. its just such a moment from that episode that often gets overlooked for the calamity powers and stab scenes during the battle in the castle but... yeah i believe the storyboard artist actually confirmed that anne was intended to be actively going for sashas vitals there like damn

[akwolfgrl]

Part 4! LFT I've read one to many mamwha where the guy keeps going after she says stop or no so this was for me.

Sanji began washing the mountain of dinner dishes, pleased that not a drop, not a crumb of food had been left behind. He didn't even get a bowl which was fine more for everyone eles. He needed to start the meat drying out to restock the jreky jar and he would need to slice some fruits to be dried as well, maybe start a quick pickle since a few of the vegetables were looking like they were going to go bad soon. He had to make sure nothing went to waste. Perhaps he could make something with the watermelon rind after the whole chursing incident…unless everyone forgot which is something Sanji would prefer.

A warm body pressed against his back a familiar head green hair against his shulder as a Marimo placed his head on sanjis shoulder. He could feel the other man's half hard dick resting against his ass cheeks. The man's large hand grabbed his left cheek and squeezed while his other hand moved to plan at Sanjis cock.

"It's latter cook," The swordsman whispered in his ear before kissing his neck. Sanji shuddered, dropping the plate he was washing back into the soapy water. His cock fully hard once again and moan slipping out of mouth. "Fuck I need to hear all the noises you make," Zoro groaned against his neck his cock fully hard as well as he rutted against Sanjis ass, layers of fabric the only thing spearting them.

"Ahh fuck! No! Stop," Sanji had stuff to get done first no matter how much he would love to ditch everything. The hands touching stopped and left his body, Zoro took a step away. Sanji took a deep breath. "Come back in about an hour or so. I have stuff to finish up, oh and under my pillow there's a blue bottle of oil grab it. We will not be using my cooking oil,"

"Oh, all right," The other man left without a word. Sanji had been preparer for protesting or begging or even whining. Perhaps the geezer was right, all his hookups at bars had been shitty.

Soon he was alone once more in the kitchen trying to hurry everything along, it had been far too long since he had sex. By the time Sanji was placing the last of the meat and sliced furit to be dehydrated, the door to the galley was being opened. Sanji couldn't see who it was but from the sound of the footsteps he could only assume it was Zoro.

"Just finishing up," Sanji spoke before placing the last piece of meat in the rack before putting the newly sliced meat into the marinade and then into the fridge. He quickly washed his hands before turning to look at his futurer lover, who was already sitting shirtless at the table waiting for him, because Sanji can already tell one night won't be enough.

"Looks like you're overdressed thire cook," Zoro smirked at him.

Sanji huffed at him before he began to unbutton his shirt as he walked over to the bench. His eyes hungrily devoured the sight in front of him. Zoro was a feast for the eyes, all hard muscle, that scar across his chest, proving him to be strong enough to survive against a warlord. Sanji couldn't wait to get his hands on him. Sanji toed his shoes off and slid his pants and down his legs. After picking them up, he put everything on the table. He stood there in his socks, not wanting to bother with the sock garters, and watched as Zoro quickly shimmed out of his pants. The man was thick with a wicked curve to the right. Sanji found himself licking his lips as he watched pre cum dribble down the other man's cock dissipating in the green hair below. Maybe latter, Sanji instead climbed back on to the man's lap just like how they where last time before they were intupted.

[onepiece-oc-archives]

What would you suggest on writing a navy character?

Hey, thanks for your question!

Oh boy, I'll be honest, when I got this ask, I had only ever written pirates or pirate-adjacent OCs (for One Piece at least), but then, funnily enough I started making my own Navy/Marines OC. Now, with some gathered experience, I think can answer this ask a lot better.

It mainly revolves around one central question:

Why is your OC in the Marines?

Not just "Why did they join?" - it's "Why do they stay?"

It already shined through on a few occasions in OPLA (see, for example, Axehand Morgan, or the whole deal with Mihawk) but the Marines aren't half as much of a "We're here to help those who can't help themselves", purely good organization as they claim to be. There's a lot of propaganda and lying involved and, once you join the Marines, especially once you climb the ranks, you'll see past more and more of those lies. Especially when it gets to the World Government, that's when it gets nasty. So, you have to think not only about why your OC signed up but also about why they stay.

The signing up part can be fairly simple. Look at Coby! He joined the Marines because he wants to help others. Maybe your OC is similar. Or maybe their village was ransacked by pirates when they were young and now they want to fight back. Maybe it's a family tradition. Maybe they're poor and they signed up for the money and the rations. There are a lot of reason's why someone would join the Marines, just like how people in our world have always had very diverse reasons for joining the military.

But the true question is: Why do they stay? Are they ignorant? Are they complacent? Do they think they can change things if they stay? Are there simply more reasons urging them to stay than urging them to leave - be that because of the resources the Marines provide, personal relationships or something else? Do they have some secret motive of their own?

Finally, you should keep another thing about your OC in mind: What's their understanding of justice? Especially in the admiralty, everyone has their own "brand" of justice, and this sort of idea should start early on. What does your OC consider to be fair and just? Do they value the intentions of a person, their actions or the results of those actions the most? Are they kind or cruel, strict or easy-going? Are they biased in any way? Against whom? Are they bound by personal relationships or a sense of duty to institutions or people? This also means that you might want to think about what your OC's opinion on the Warlords system is because that's sort of a grey area or justice.

The Marines also come with a rank system, so that's always a thing you should consider. A higher rank means more authority, especially over lower-rank Marines and generally also more freedom. However, you shouldn't go too high either or you'll be put under direct control of the World Government. Here's a handy graphic for Marine ranks, going from top left (highest rank) to bottom right (lowest rank) that I got from the wiki article on the topic.

The "chore boy" rank doesn't really exist or at least it's not truly a military rank. When Garp calls Coby "cadet" in the live action, I'd assume that that's the equivalent of what's called either an "Apprentice" or a "Seaman Recruit" here - more likely the latter. The rank "Senior Cadet" from the live action would then be a "Seaman First Class", most likely. But, generally, the live action's ranks are pretty hard to put into this scheme, so maybe don't rely on those but rather this scheme.

Speaking of ranks, those also correspond to a Marine's unform, especially to what they're allowed to wear. All of the Seaman ranks are obligated to wear that short-sleeved combo seen in the Live Action. Once someone reaches the rank of Petty Officer, they get to choose from a wider variety of uniforms and even wear their personal clothes if they wish, though people who want to be more traditional and "sailor-like" usually stick to one of the uniform options. Officers, meaning everyone Ensign and up, are allowed to wear the open "Justice" coat - aka the one you can see Garp, Bogard and Nezumi wear in the Live Action. For the ranks of Lieutenant Commander and above, the "Justice" coat above a suit is generally the preferred attire, though there are some exceptions.

Aside from that though, any tips that apply to general character creation also apply to Marines. What are their values, their likes and dislikes and their hobbies? What's their fighting style? Do they have a clothing style they prefer? You get the gist, Marines are also characters and they're built like other characters.

I hope this helped! Have a lovely day!

[mermaidsirennikita]

do you have any vampire recs? historical or contemporary not fussy!! thanks 😁

Yes, I do!

My favorite vampire books are from Kresley Cole's Immortals After Dark series. Not all of the books are vampire books, but her vampire mythology is just... top notch. The vampires (who are almost all male thanks to a virus wiping out most of the females years ago) are either born or (much less commonly) turned. Either way, if they're born when they hit their prime, or if they're turned right at the turning, their hearts stop. Which means instant erectile dysfunction for the male vamps lol. But when they meet their "Bride" (a gender neutral term) their heart immediately starts beating, blood flow begins again, and they have a HORRIBLE BONER until they come while touching their Bride. Then of course, they have a lot of "mine mine mine" feelings about it. It's calling being Blooded, and it's FANTASTIC.

Anyway, the vamp books in IAD are:

The Warlord Wants Forever--technically a novella but fairly lengthy for one, the first installment of the whole series. Estonian warlord who runs the armies of one side of this vampire war wants to be Blooded because it'll make him stronger. He meets a femme fatale valkyrie who Bloods him, but she's actually a vampire hunter and, though she nopes out of killing him because Feelings, she leaves him with said horrendous hard-on for FIVE. YEARS. until he finds her. And he's PISSED. TW for magical noncon; Myst has a chain that was put upon her by gods or something, and nobody is able to take it off until Nikolai is. You can command her to do anything when you hold the chain, and he does immediately use it to make her come. And come. I personally found it hot, but obviously it's not for everyone.

No Rest for the Wicked--another vampire/valkyrie book, Nikolai's tortured scholarly brother Sebastian has been hiding in a castle for centuries to avoid everyone (and avoid drinking human blood--Sebastian and his brother Conrad were turned forcibly and hate their existence). Kaderin the Coldhearted, a legendary valkyrie who's known for a) wearing vampire fangs on her belt and b) having no emotions comes in there to kill him, surprise she's his Bride, they have mutual orgasms but then she's like "Oh FUUUUUCK NO" and leaves to begin this magical scavenger hunt thing that will help her bring her sisters back from the dead, and Sebastian is like "but if I win scavenger hunt will she love me?" Includes a mile high club scene and bondage where heeee's tied up.

Dark Needs at Night's Edge--FABULOUS book, Conrad fled as soon as he was forcibly turned into a vampire because, unbeknownst to his brothers, he was a part of a monastic cult that dedicated itself to killing vampires??? Lmao??? And so for centuries he's been this CRAZY BANANAS vampire assassin (in IAD, vamps who drink human blood, unless it's from their Bride, go fucking insane because they harvest the memories of the humans and their minds get clouded). His brothers find him and take him to this New Orleans mansion to detox, basically, but he starts seeing this hot chick??? And he thinks he's crazy (he is) but it's actually a GHOST LADY. A slutty amazing GHOST LADY who I love so much. Only Conrad can see her, and they begin falling in love despite being incapable of touch. Also, Conrad is a virgin. Neomi is... decidedly not. A gorgeous book, one of my all time favorites.

Untouchable by Kresley Cole--another long-ass novella, this one is about the final Wroth brother (Nikolai, Sebastian, and Conrad being the others), The Sexy One, Murdoch. He is Blooded when he meets valkyrie Dani, but she's half ice fey so she literally can't touch anyone who is less cold than her (ie, anyone not ice fey, including vamps) without feeling immense pain and going into shock. So. Issue there. The book is a very straightforward "how can we make this work" love story. They do find their way around the skin to skin contact thing for a while. Humping each other through blankets help. As does... an icicle dildo.... EXCELLENT.

Lothaire--the biggest and baddest (in every sense of the word) vampire romance of them all. Lothaire is a villain throughout the series, he's 3,000 years old, he's incredibly smart, and he is a fucking nutball. Like, the lights are on, and someone is just darting in and out of the house, not really home, but not really un-present (mostly because he's spent 3,000 years murdering people and drinking all the blood). Lothaire is known for his "endgame", he's evil, he finds his Bride and she's some hillbilly human in Appalachia and is like "oh absolutely not"... But when it turns out that human girl, Ellie, is possessed by an evil goddess who intermittently takes control of her body and kills people, he's like "oh wait this makes sense". But Ellie is not ceding control of her body without a fight. It's this amazing battle of wills between a vampire who has been presented as the MOST dreaded throughout the series, and a 24-year-old psych major college dropout who notices that he is HARD. UP. and is like "oh, I can absolutely fuck my way out of this mess". He is horrible. Ellie is perfect. TW, Lothaire is an asshole like... all around. But the love story is top tier and the sex scenes are BEYOND. If you enjoy the "hero has existential post-nut crisis because he's never come harder than with this random girl" thing, this is it.

Shadow's Claim--this one has a slightly more high fantasy feel, even though it's still IAD? Trehan Daciano (Lothaire's cousin lmao) is a prince whose job it is to basically like, murder people. He meets this demon/sorceress princess, Bettina, and recognizes her as his Bride. Bettina thinks she's in love with her best friend, and she's like "uh no" but there's this huge competition, a fight for the death, being put on for her hand, and Trehan is like "good thing I'm actually amazing at killing people" and enters it, while also intermittently entering Bettina. Has the immortal scene where they're all supposed to give her a present and everyone is giving her like, gold, and phoenix feathers, and Trehan is like "oh FUCK all I got her was a BAG OF DECAPITATED HEADS!!!! WHAT DO I DO????"

Other than IAD lol....

I would recommend:

A Long Time Dead by Samara Breger--f/f vampire Victorian romance, one heroine is this sex worker who wakes up and finds she's been turned into a vampire, the other is this lady who's like "yeah sorry about that my ex turned you into a vampire to make a point to me". Then you get into this decades-spanning, Gothic love story that is so good. Also! They break out the strap, which I was pleasantly surprised to see in a Gothic Victorian vampire romance.

A Lady of Rooksgrave Manor by Kathryn Moon--k so this is a polyamorous romance, with the heroine essentially being a sex worker whose job it is to serve a unique clientele (monsters). She ends up falling in love with like... I don't know... five of them? And they're good with it. One of them is a French vampire who I think bakes pastries with her at one point. He's also bisexual, and though not all of the heroes are super into fucking with each other, he is, which leads to a very nice somnophilia type scene.

Blood Moon by Jillian Graves--a very steamy romcom between a witch and a vampire who own rival businesses. They hook up at the beginning, and then she gets PISSED because of the rivalry. Very hot, great fat rep from the heroine, lighthearted.

Kiss of Steel by Bec McMaster--just finished this, so fun and actually quite romantic? It's set in a pseudo-steampunk but not really Victorian England where there are all these monsters incorporated into society, including vampires (though there are like... different grades of vampire, I guess?). The heroine is impoverished, and basically makes a deal offering to give "lessons" to this kingpin vampire (although he doesn't actually call himself a vampire... he very much drinks blood lmao) she hates. He, of course, wants her to swear herself to him as his thrall. It's actually kind of touching? But also hot? Femoral artery blood is had. I also found the world super interesting.

[the-firebird69]

John Snow (Aegon Targaryen) meets the Dragon | Game of thrones (GoT)

I'm trying to get his attention I am trying and here it is he said oh yeah Godzilla is out and might help free the dragon and there's a few ways to do that but really have to raise an army of dragons and it looks like I succeed and there's a whole bunch of them who come out and they're not so easy to hit as you see the movies but I do get it that's it needs to be freed and for the most part Godzilla was free the other day they've been looking for her and trying to get her out for a long time and there is an action out there it's not with Asia and he says does it takes to actually be Asian friends everywhere but and I say this probably and it's true but there is fighting between them and it gets intense after Time

Hera

Yeah we see we are making our own stuff and they're not sending much like they used to. It's going to get awful pretty soon don't demand in they will demand in and won't be able to get here and it's all types of foreigners

Bja

Is correct he's right Forg are having a tough time getting here. And they're going to have a harder time shortly and there is some sort of a blockade out there but it's by the pseudo empire and these guys don't like it and they want stuff from China it's getting cut off and a lot of stuff still comes from there and things people using need. We're watching them shrink away from the screen now people are trying to cause trouble now there's a big call for stuff from China regular things little motorcycles and dirt bikes they buy a lot of them and they buy a lot of parts. There's a way to understand this yeah our son needs stuff and they want to cut it off now they don't just stop and say okay you said no you're still shipping stuff they are still shipping stuff but the pseudo empire keeps intercepting shipments and sending them back now they're sinking ships and fully and the warlock are fighting them on it and they're saying it's their country and they're going to have the whole thing and Stan is saying that he's not insane for her so I'll have to be the back up. And what he says is they don't like you have you as a warlord and when they're gone you're going to have nothing and that's what it is instead of relationships and stuff and it's very idiotic and he says it's effective for forcing more in than you want because who says there are no walls that will hold people and it looks like it's crazy and stuff like that but you hear him later say you'll probably happen that way the max couldn't stop them and to get here and have different races or they don't get here in a few races get in went to news for us and nothing keeps them in check and it's pretty much not thought of that way that a few people do look back and see it it says how can we help you since I don't know these guys want to move you with no money this guy wants me to sit here poor like an 8 year old child that you're a moron and Stan does not have expansive thinking at all. And the max do plan on having him living in mansions down here that are castles real ones and he helped his brother build believe it or not and they are ancient and it is what we want for him too and smirking and saying stuff and it really is gross they're like locked in here saying the rest of civilization doesn't exist for some dumb s*** and it's really mostly the pseudo empire they're not very bright and it's evil stuff and they're going to get crushed by these minority warlock and they've done it a few times and the last time they said to them don't do that again. And the pseudo empire did and they're going to get hit and you guys need it pretty bad Sissy I'm getting nowhere but boy Mac morlock have a massive attitude. I'm going to go over this again we are about this idiot trying to reavillard we're going to give him the hell out of here it's John remillard we want him dead. We have to get rid of you John and remillard that was our son and daughter and we're going to go to work this guy is a fruitcake messing with every other word and it just takes forever to get something out and nobody here is doing the much about it and they let him stick to him and just stink is awful and we got to stop this s*** his new f****** assholes keep sticking them with two of them and having them do stuff it's going to cost you everything stan. He doesn't like that guy standing he said the wrong words to him okay and it means to us too that guy should be dead just sit there and stayed on his dumb s*** a bunch of cackling hens their heads cut off I want them gone I'm putting it in now I don't want to listen to this garbage anymore from this f****** morons

Thor Freya

Olympus

[turtletaubwrites]

Numbers Game ~ Part 1

You Won’t Be Bored With Us

Thank you @discordantwritings for this request! I've been so excited to write some Cross Guild shenanigans, I hope you enjoy it! Also, this will be part 1 because I did turn it into a whole ass thing, lol. Just a miniseries, I swear!

Pairings: Cross Guild x Fem!Reader (Eventual smut, but not this chapter. Reader is in a relationship with Buggy first, then meets the others in this chapter.)

Numbers Game Masterlist

Word Count: 2863

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Ongoing Series Playlist: Youtube Music Link | Youtube Link

Summary: You left your stable/boring life as an investment banker to have some adventure. Unfortunately, that sweet Warlord of the Sea didn't follow your financial advice, and now you and your clown are at the mercy of his biggest lender and his new business partner.

Rating/Warnings: Eventual Smut, 18+, MDNI, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, Alcohol, Swearing, Angst, Established Relationship, Canon Typical Violence, Manipulation, mention/brief threat of slavery, Humiliation, Blood and Violence, Pet names, Power Imbalance, Crocodile is a villain

A/N: The reader starts out with Buggy, so Crocodile and Mihawk will be enemies to the reader at first. Crocodile in particular is a VILLAIN toward the reader at first, threatening violence and there's a mention of paying off debts by selling Buggy and reader into slavery, as he threatened in the anime. Please do not read this if toxic, threatening relationships are triggering for you. Dynamics will shift after the initial chapters, but he's still a villain and I wrote him that way in this fic. It's very much dark romance style/bad guys need love too/Mafia boss type vibe.

Fuck, my sister was right. 

��Hurry it up, Y/N, it’s time to go!”

“But, Captain Buggy,” you matched his near frantic whisper, “Your crew are calling for you. Don’t you need to give them orders?”

“Fine, fine! Just keep packing!”

You barely heard the commands and lies that he spewed from the balcony, your hands shaking as your mistakes blared through your mind.

You’d been so bored. You had a good, stable life. You were great at your job. You’d started at a bank, and soon you were managing investments for wealthy clients who didn’t want to do their own work to stay wealthy.

You were so good with numbers. So good at helping your clients make smart, safe choices.

Yet here you were, about to get killed by the fucking Navy because you’d wanted a little adventure.

The screams started getting louder, and you heard what had to be explosions, luckily not close by. Yet. 

Kat told me this clown would get me killed.

Tears burned in your eyes as you pictured your sister’s face, pinched with worry and shock.

“He works for the government now! I’m going to help run his organization, I’ll handle the finances, and his mercenaries will help the Navy out.”

“Are you fucking insane? He’s a Warlord! Not some Navy officer,” Kat almost yelled, face red as she leaned toward you.

“I… He’s different, okay. He’s really sweet,” you mumbled, looking down as your fingers twisted in your lap.

“Oh my fucking gods, Y/N, did you fuck that clown? What has gotten into you?”

You didn’t know what you were grabbing and packing, tears streaming freely now.

“Captain! The warships around the island are getting attacked!”

“Who’s helping us,” Buggy screamed, and the confusion and hope in his voice made you drop everything.

Racing to the balcony, you were just in time to watch two Navy warships go down in flames.

Desperate hope filled you now, and you reached for his hand.

He pulled away as news of who your savior was came closer, shouts of triumph sending chills through you, freezing Buggy in place.

“It’s Crocodile! He really does work for Chairman Buggy! We’re saved!”

Crocodile. Crocodile!

All those berries, drained away with Buggy’s antics. All those berries that you were technically supposed to be in charge of. 

All of it was Crocodile’s.

“Buggy, Buggy, please. Where can we hide?”

He turned at your hoarse whisper, his mouth hanging wide in shock.

“Buggy!”

“We don’t have the money to pay him. He’s gonna kill me!”

His strained voice grated your nerves as you pulled on his hand, dragging him away from the balcony, and the adoring eyes of his henchmen.

He was near babbling as you pulled him along, searching for anywhere to hide. 

A frustrated sob left your throat as you remembered what you’d been feeling recently, even with his idiotic spending, and refusal to listen to your words of reason.

I thought I was falling for him.

But the sight of him falling apart now, not only failing to protect you, but even himself, was making you regret every single moment.

Your heart felt raw, burning more with each yank on his hand, especially since his hand was only connected to that fucking pouch he likes to wear.

Then that hand was torn away from yours, Buggy’s yelp making you jump. 

Buggy went flying over your head, sliding down the hallway with a grunt. 

Before you could turn around, you were encased in someone's shadow. You shook as you felt the heat of a body, inches from you. The first thing you saw was the glinting gold of a massive hook, then you had to crane your neck. 

Towering above you was a man in lavish clothes, a purple vest with an orange scarf, and a fur coat. He seemed to be ignoring you, his cigar dangerously close to dropping ash onto your hair.

You felt like prey, like a rabbit. Shivering in fear, just waiting for the wolf to walk away or devour you.

“I know you,” he directed at Buggy, his deep voice rumbling through you. “I thought you’d try to flee without paying me back.”

I’m so close to him. How can he tell I’m so weak? If I had a weapon I could try to hurt him.

As if he could read your thoughts, Crocodile looked down at you, tapping his cigar off to the side before the ashes fell. 

“I don’t know you.”

Your mouth gaped open as you stared into his cold, scarred face.

“Well, you see, Crocodile,” Buggy started bullshitting, moving closer. “Buggy’s Delivery Service may look like it’s doing well, but we’ve, uh… We’ve lost a lot of our big earners, and…”

Buggy trailed on, spouting excuses that made you want to scream at him, until you felt his hand grip the back of your shirt. 

He slowly pulled you backward, away from Crocodile. New tears fell as your pathetic clown tried to shift his body in front of yours, shielding you.

He was too late.

The sting of cold metal wrapped around your neck as Crocodile’s hook captured you, like the prey you were.

He yanked you up, until your toes were barely scraping along the ground as he looked you over.

“If you can’t pay, clown, we can sell you into slavery. I wonder how much your woman is worth.”

“Come on, Crocodile,” Buggy drawled, inching closer again. “Don’t say such horrible things! We broke out of Impel Down together, didn’t we?”

“I lent you money for that sake,” he countered calmly, before looming over Buggy with even more danger edging his voice. “But if you can’t pay, you’ll have to take full responsibility.”

“Responsibility,” Buggy choked out, eyes flicking to you when you gasped from Crocodile's movements.

“I’m gonna found a new company, so I need money now.”

You could see the frantic wheels spinning in Buggy’s head before he puffed himself up, making his body look huge as he spread his limbs out in the red fabric.

“Then, let me help you with that business! This former Warlord of the Sea will serve under you. I’ll work off my debt! We have great resources!”

You brought your hands up to hold onto the hook as Crocodile lifted you even higher. You couldn’t tell if he was doing it on purpose, or if he had just forgotten that he was holding you there. You watched Buggy try to sell the plan, try to save you both. 

“We have advertising design, printing, transportation, and the finest financial adviser on the seas.”

Buggy emphasized the last with jazz hands shaking wildly in your direction, and you cringed.

Crocodile hummed, setting you on the ground in front of him, but still tugging on your neck with that cold metal as he looked you over. You let out a breath when he released your neck, but then the sharp point of the hook traced teasingly on your cheek, stopping your breath entirely.

“W-Wait, come on, Croc. We’re pals! You don’t need to–”

“If you’re in charge of the finances,” Crocodile breathed down on you, ignoring Buggy’s pleas, “then it’s your fault that all my money is gone, isn’t it?”

You started to shake your head, but the cold prick of metal held you frozen.

“No, it wasn’t her fault,” Buggy almost yelled, voice missing its chummy tone now. “Please, we didn’t– I didn’t follow her advice. Tell him baby, you’ve got all those plans you made, right? The investments?”

Your eyes clenched shut, a wave of tears cascading down as he defended you.

“Is that true, girl? Did you try to keep this idiot from wasting all my money?”

His breath was hot on your face as he leaned over you. Your lip quivered as you waited for him to open his jaws, and swallow you whole.

“Tell me.”

“I… I created a plan to manage those funds, using much of them to invest and create reciprocal income for the organization.”

His eyes burned into you, silently demanding more.

“Unfortunately, I was not able to go forward with those plans,” you said weakly, eyes looking down, seeking freedom from his glare.

“I wonder why that could be, hmm?” 

He brought his hand to your face now, huge fingers gripping your chin to force your eyes back to his.

“Tell me why all of my money is gone. You are the financial advisor, aren’t you? Should I bleed the berries out of you?”

“No, I’m sorry,” you stuttered, eyes fluttering down again until his grip on your face became painful.

“It’s okay, baby,” you heard whispered behind you.

“Ca-Captain Buggy did not follow the financial plans that I laid out for him, or my recommendations to adjust spending when funds became low.”

Crocodile’s lip twitched up, and he released you, making you stumble.

He reached for Buggy, hitting him again until he slid across the floor.

“No, please!”

“Why are you crying for this potato sack? He nearly got you killed.”

The menacing man sighed as you failed to speak, then grabbed Buggy by the hair.

“Don’t worry, we’re not killing him yet. Go get your paperwork, I wanna see if you really are a numbers girl.”

Shame flooded you as you nodded, doing nothing as Buggy was dragged away like trash. 

There’s nothing I can do. Numbers, money, that’s all I’m good at. 

Taking a deep breath, you reminded yourself that you are really good at that. And maybe that skill could help you get out of here alive. 

Maybe I can help Buggy after all. 

~ 

That sliver of hope vanished when you walked through the door, your briefcase in hand.

Off to the side you saw Buggy’s officers, eating and laughing happily, as if nothing had happened. 

As if their Captain’s head wasn’t dangling from Crocodile's hand, bruised and bloodied while that hook kept shoving against his skin.

Crocodile was seated on the plush, green couch, using Buggy’s limp body as a foot rest. He held Buggy’s head over the middle of the couch, between him and another man.

The other man’s cold, amber eyes felt like blades through your skin as you froze in the doorway. You recognized him, though you’d hoped you’d never meet the swordsman in person.

Dracule Mihawk. What the fuck has my life turned into?

Buggy coughed, spitting out a piece of paper. That stupid fucking flyer his men had made. 

They hadn’t even waited for approval before spending the money on printing and distributing it. You’d wanted to strangle every fucking dumbass that touched it when you saw the bill.

“The word ‘humiliation’ isn’t enough to express how I feel,” Crocodile growled, as Buggy apologized for the Cross Guild poster, showing Buggy as their leader. 

“As much as I’d like to kill him,” Mihawk mused, his voice filled with calm disdain, “it’s not a bad idea to have him as our figurehead. I would rather live peacefully than become an Emperor of the Sea.”

He stood gracefully, heading to the counter to pour himself a glass of wine. He turned to look back, his head tilted like an animal watching for prey.

“Let him take the heat, and we can get rid of him whenever we want.”

“You’re right,” Crocodile laughed, shoving his hook into Buggy’s mouth.

You let out a choked gasp, grateful that they weren't going to kill him now, but feeling the looming threat that the future held.

And there were Galdino, Alvida, and even Mohji and Cabaji, ignoring his pain, laughing and stuffing their faces. Their betrayal made you ache for Buggy.

Until you remembered the danger you were still in. 

I’m betraying him too. I’m going to work for these men. I’m going to stay alive.

“Who is this,” Mihawk drawled as he took his seat again.

“Uh, I–”

“This might be our numbers girl. If she proves herself,” Crocodile threatened, dropping Buggy’s head onto the floor behind the couch, before patting the cushion beside him. 

“Come here, girl. Show us how useful you can be.”

With wide eyes, you walked toward them, avoiding stepping on Buggy’s body as you sat between the two terrifying men. 

Crocodile’s arm rested on the back of the couch behind you, so you sat slightly forward, avoiding his touch. 

Mihawk tilted toward you, and you found yourself staring at the beautifully embroidered details of his black and gold coat, avoiding looking at his bare chest and abs between the rich fabric.

He cleared his throat, making you jolt, before bringing your shaky fingers to unlatch the briefcase. You struggled, gasping when Mihawk reached over your lap to open it for you.

“Gods, Galdino, will you bring this girl a drink," Crocodile huffed, and you could feel his eyes on you. "Where the fuck did the clown pick up such a skittish little thing, huh?”

You focused on your paperwork, pulling out some of the plans you’d initially brought to help manage the funding Crocodile had provided. 

Mihawk took them gingerly from your hands as Galdino passed you a glass of wine. You were sure that he must be pissed at being ordered to serve you like a waiter.

You chugged the whole glass of wine, closing your eyes while Crocodile chuckled, and Mihawk reviewed your work. 

“It’s well done,” he praised, handing it to his partner. “These skills will be helpful with getting this operation running.”

“As long as the idiots in charge actually listen, of course” Crocodile joked, flipping through the pages. 

He tossed the papers aside, motioning for Galdino to fill your glass again.

“Sorry about all of that in the hallway. You work for us now.”

“Okay,” you breathed out, barely audible.

The back of his hook touched your face, the smooth metal guiding you to look at him.

He studied you for a moment, and your brain tried to make sense of him, of what was happening. His black hair was slicked back, a few stray strands falling over his forehead. The long scar across the middle of his face made your brain hurt. You couldn’t imagine what kind of wound that must have been.

His deep set eyes were judging you, and you fought every instinct to hold his gaze instead of running. 

Finally, he let out a low laugh.

“When I find something of value, I protect it. Do your job well, and you’ll be taken care of. Better than with this clown, that’s for sure.”

You winced as his foot dug into Buggy’s body, eliciting a moan from the man who’d brought you here. 

Chewing the inside of your lip, you sipped on your second drink as they discussed plans to announce the lie that Buggy really is the leader. 

They don’t need me here. I’ll just go to my room.

Each time you almost stood, or asked to be excused, your brain went blank. You just sat there, between these two ex Warlords, these two men who radiated power. The night went on, until all of Buggy’s betrayers trickled out.

“Wait.”

Crocodile’s deep voice commanded as you stood to follow Alvida and Galdino out, desperate to not be alone with these men. But here you were.

“What’s your name? Unless you want us to call you Numbers Girl.”

You settled on the couch, still sitting away from the back to keep from leaning against Crocodile’s arm.

“It’s Y/N.”

“I am curious, Y/N,” Mihawk spoke up, swirling his wine in its glass. “How such an intelligent and attractive woman ended up with this pathetic clown.”

“Please, leave her alone,” Buggy’s weak voice creaked up from behind the couch.

“It’s just curiosity,” Mihawk continued, and you couldn’t help meeting his golden gaze, his large hat tilting down toward you.

“Come, Y/N,” Crocodile joined in, “I could use a laugh. How did you end up with Buggy?”

“We… We met at a bar.”

They stared, and your skin practically crawled at the pressure for more.

“I’m an– I was an investment banker. I was having a drink after work, and overheard Buggy discussing his new organization. I offered my services.”

You shifted your head slightly to look back and forth at them, and their confused faces almost made you laugh. Almost.

“Why,” Crocodile asked, his deep voice almost dangerous as he demanded an explanation. Mihawk just cleared his throat, and took another sip. 

You wanted to comfort Buggy. To remind him that you’d been drawn to him. That he was funny, and sweet, and that your time together that night was what made you want to join him. 

But you knew the real reason you chose to go with Buggy, and you knew they’d only punish you both if you talked about being with him. So you told the truth.

“I was bored.”

It felt like the air around you shifted. The weight of their stares, and the sound of their low laughter made your skin flush with heat.

They both leaned forward, surrounding you as they brought their glasses to tap against yours.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Crocodile’s husky voice rumbled beside you. “You won’t be bored with us.”

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a/n: I hope you enjoyed this first chapter! It hurt beating up my Buggy boy like this, but I made it through, lol

Part 2

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[havroth-traveler]

Body Mod

I felt myself separating for The Whole, becoming <. Almost immediantly a solid stack of papers appeared before me. a moment later a black BIC pen condensed out of the smoke.  “Okay the ancient laws of the forbearers says that you must not complete the Body Mod.” The first page has the words “Essential Body Modification Supplement” in big, bold text.  The rest of the first page, and most of the second were hidden beneath a black bar.  “Hey, what gives with hiding information from me. the introduction is the most important part” I demanded from >.  “Ah, sorry, all of those bits are directed towards me, your “Jump-Chan” as people in the community might say, I left the important parts for you” he was right of course, I rubbed at one of the lines, and could make out a paragraph talking about how to measure time, and why 1 second is smaller then 1 minute.  I turned my attention the to non-hidden parts. Apparently this system defines the benchmark human condition as  ○ Strength: lift 225kg (approximately 500 lbs) ○ Sprint: 40 kph (approximately 25 mph) ○ Run: 20 kph (approximately 12 mph) ○ Endurance: 3 days without sleep Which definitely seems well above average, and my personal best... well I’ve hit the sleep line before, in Russia, and wasn’t a fan of ever trying that again.   Skill levels were also defined as powers of 10 hours of training, which again seemed faster then I expected but made great sense if I was considering this as a game system. The next section was much more interesting as it lists how training supplies or a mention effects skill growth.   ○ On-the-job learning (x5) ○ Focused self study (x2) ○ Poor quality or no training materials (x2 or x4) ○ Skill is beyond your frame of reference either magically or technologically (x2 if you have some idea or as much as x5 if you are flying blind)○ Competent or exceptional teacher (x1 or x0.5) ○ Excellent quality training materials (x0.5) ○ Skill is made easier by your understanding of more advanced concepts (x0.5) ○ Skill Mastery perks (varies) I’m not much of an exploiter, but even I can smell a system ripe for exploitation, even if I don’t know exactly how I’m gonna do it yet.  The next couple of pages made sense, how long it could take to learn a spell, or how perks might effect skill cultivation, and that ultimatly > determines what actions count as what.  Then came to a page with some bolded information. I would be using the “Baseline Mode” and the “Standard Start” which gives me 100 EP an “Essence” Whatever that is and the chance to buy more EP. The next section outlines some FREE perks, my near sightedness was wiped away, and after a few tentative breaths I could even feel my soul, and mind. Pretty Cool, its is pretty worrying that > felt the need to give me the power to check on my mind and soul. I hope that isn’t an ominous warning.  The very next page was labeled “The interface” as I read the words they peeled up off the page and started floating. “Hello, Welcome to The Interface, your portable jump tracker.” scrolled in front of my eyes, like a subtitle.  “You have been given a Character Sheet. Look here to open your Character Sheet” as a little icon that looked like a page appeared at the edges of my vision. I tried to focus on watching the icon, which inconveniently moved with my eyes, and a page appeared which briefly outlining all the choices I made for the Pokemon Jump, Like Survival Training, and the ability to blend into a crowd. This would definitely be more useful as I spend more time in jumps. Id hate to forget that I had a power just because its been 30 years since I used it.  The body mod packet was still in my hands. The front page, now blank, disolved, and I was supposed to select an “essence” that would give me perk discounts. so... an essence was kinda like a class. ● Essence of the Warlord (War):  ● Essence of the Scholar (Sch):  ● Essence of the Mad Doctor (Mdr):  Wife Suggested ● Essence of the Crafter (Cra):  ● Essence of the Assassin (Ass):  ● Essence of the Archmage (Arc): Sister Suggested ● Essence of the Brute (Bru):  ● Essence of the Superior (Sup):  Sister Suggested ● Essence of the Lich (Lch):  Wife Suggested ● Essence of the Vampire (Vam):  ● Essence of the Shapeshifter (Sha):  ● Essence of the King (Kng):  ● Essence of the Beast (Bea): ● Essence of the Dragon (Dra):  Wife Suggested ● Essence of the Explorer (Exp):  > Suggested ● Essence of the Healer (Hea):  ● Essence of the Elemental (Ele): ● Essence of the Druid (Dru):  Oh, > seems to have reached out to people. I hope that he gave then enough context to know what the suggestions meant. Explorer does seem like a safe reliable option, very consistent.  I don’t think I can think of myself as a mad doctor, or a dragon, though. . .  I can be like a dragon. I do like hoarding resources, and sleeping in my dark room, and just being quite.    My sisters suggestion of Archmage, is a lot like my wife’s suggestion of Lich. I don’t think of myself as a mage, let alone a dedicated researcher. But the people who know me best recommended it for me . . .  I circled the first big choice, Archmage. 

------------------ Body Mod

[nebulaoftheprimes]

Do you remember the episode in Prime where they found the Forge? Only Primes can use Primely relics, right? Megs, feeling nostalgic, decides to 'turn it on'. Completely forgets that he's not supposed to do that because he's 'not a Prime'. So the Forge is doing its glowy-spinny thing, and Megs is just fondly looking at it, but with a sad time to his optics. Meanwhile, everyone else is. Absolutely. Floored. Because Megatron the WARLORD, can use the Forge of Solus Prime... AND HE'S NOT A PRIME!!!!

Optimus' whole world just implodes.

Megs: *takes a cloth from his subspace and starts cleaning it off* hello again, my dear *laughs sadly* my, it sure has been a while. I thought I had lost you when our dear big brother Trion launched our relics into space

Bd & Ko:................... *looking at each other then back to Megs and back to each other*

Bulkhead: *visibly can't compute* I- what- h-how- *faints*

Arcee:............ the fraggggggg

Optimus:....................... *is having an internal mental breakdown* 'WHAT THE FRAG WHAT THE FRAG- HOW HIS USING THE FORGE!!!?!!? DOES HE HAVE SOME PART OF THE MATRIX!?!?!? AM I NOT A PRIME!?!?!' *extranally* how, is this...... possible?

Megs: *glances at everyone; still hasn't put two and two together* hmm? Oh yeah, my dear Solus didn't like just any Prime coming and using her Forge, so she pretty much put a safe lock on it. Her, me, Prima, Vector, maybe Alpha, and any Matrix-worthy Prime could use it, but no one else. Mainly because Maximo wouldn't stop using it for his pranks. *laughs again* ahhh, the good old days *glances at everyone again* whyyy are you all looking at me like that?

everyone: *still just staring*

Op: y-you can use the Forge?

Megs: yeah? I can use the Forooooh no *optics wide as dinner plates* oh frag oh frag oh frag, oh slag, Creator damn it I wasn't supposed to do that

Solus' ghost: *pops in out of nowhere (everyone can see her)* My dear Warrior, now of all times isn't the place to forget yourself. But thank you for doing so, because now Prima, Maximo, Micronus, and Onyx owe me fifty shanix each. Love ya' hon~ *vanishes*

Megs: *deadpans at where she was* of course they're fragging betting on me of all things

everyone: *still every much broken* WHAT THE F-

Wait wait wait Megatron reincarnation of megatronus au please tell me more?

Yesssss. Omg I haven't written for it yet, really, but its been haunting me since I came up with it.

Basically, after killing Solus Prime and being shunned by his peers, Megatronus Prime strikes up a deal with Alpha Trion to fix his mistakes. He's supposed to assist Alpha Trion in training Orion Pax as the vessel for Thirteen to come back.

So he becomes a miner, toils away down there for eons until he does what he has to do to become a pit fighter just waiting for this one twink to need his guidance. He knows what he's supposed to do. He understands the role he's supposed to play. He's got this. He'll make amends for his mistake.

But he wasn't counting on Orion Pax flirting with him. He wasn't counting on him reminding him of Solus. He wasn't counting on Orion Pax being so full of a lust for life. And it hurts because Megatronus knows that for Thirteen to be reborn, Orion Pax has to die. He wasn't counting on falling in love.

So he has to make a choice. Does he betray his family again or does he betray Orion Pax?

[erimeows]

Vintage (NSFW)

A certain bitterness had started taking over your mood whenever Megatron, leader of the Decepticons, previous gladiator, current warlord, and former lover of yours, was brought up in conversation.

But of course, as Ultra Magnus’s personal assistant, you heard about Megatron a lot whether you liked it or not. It wasn’t as if the breakup had been involuntary on your end- the two of you had dated for years long before the war, but the time eventually came to choose sides, and while he favored violence and chaos to get what he wanted, you’d always been the more diplomatic type- even if the classist system your ex-lover was rebelling against was the one that had led to you being poor and homeless for most of your life, you wanted to fix it peacefully.

So, when the war started, you dumped him. It hurt, tears were shed, and you wanted nothing more than to be happy with him after having spent decades together, but he was going down a dark path that you weren’t sure you would be able to handle. At the very least, though, he respected your decision and let you leave peacefully without any backlash. You tried to move on, applied for some jobs, managed to land a cushy position as Ultra Magnus’s personal assistant, but you were still... Empty.

You missed him.

It was a thought that bothered you as you stood in your bedroom, that of which was located in the large building that Ultra Magnus and his closest personnel (servants, guards, commanders, technicians, medics) lived in. Your room was large and luxurious, and the whole Cybertronian complex was guarded by fancy security fields and surrounded by diligent security bots, so it was usually incredibly safe.

But something about tonight felt off.

You stood alone in your bedroom with the window open, a gentle zephyr pouring in. It was a nice, lukewarm night, but despite the rather peaceful atmosphere, your processor was swimming. You’d just gotten off of a comm call with Ultra Magnus himself to discuss a plan he’d hatched to potentially capture Megatron. He didn’t know about you and the warlord’s history, so it made sense that he shared things like that with you without any tact. Something in you was uneasy, bitter, lonely. Maybe it was you dreading the capture, or maybe you were just feeling off that night... You weren’t quite sure. 

Suddenly, though, you were snapped out of your thoughts by the sound of rustling by your window. 

You weren’t sure if it was because you missed him so much or if it was the familiarity of it all, but the moment you saw the recognizable grey war helmet and bright vermillion optics peeking up, you were flooded with relief.

It had been more than a year since you’d seen him. Was this even real...?

“Speak of the devil,” You sighed as you watched the Decepticon, who effortlessly came into your room through your window like he owned the place. “Megatron, what are you doing here? How did you get past the security fields?”

You tried to feign annoyance, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. He looked so different but also seemed exactly the same as he welcomed himself into your room, the same devilish smile on his face- the one that you’d missed so much for so long, and you knew you should’ve been rushing to comm your security bots and Ultra Magnus, but you found that your knees were shaking, and you were struggling to even vent properly.

“My, oh my,” His voice, low and sultry, sounded just like you remembered. A flash of heat ran from your helm to your stabilizing servos as you aimlessly stood in the middle of the room, gawking at him. “Were you just talking about little old me on your comm there, sweetspark?”

“Shut up... You’re lucky I’m not arresting you right now.”

You stood there both waiting for him to respond and wondering what the hell he wanted. You hadn’t seen him at all since the two of you broke up, so why was he here? What did he want? Surely this wasn’t a strategic move on his part, nor was it about the war... No, if it was about any of that, he would’ve used his ability to get past the Autobots’ security to go straight for Ultra Magnus instead of entertaining you.

This was personal.

“As much as I’d love to humor you, my dear, you’re a secretary- not a security bot. You couldn’t lay a finger on me,” His jab filled you with embarrassment, and without even thinking about it, you lunged at him in an attempt to restrain him, only for him to wrap a servo around each of your wrists and lift you effortlessly. When you tried to kick at him, he held you far enough away that you couldn’t reach him with your pedes, and you were suddenly reminded of your terribly obvious size difference. Once he could see that you knew you had no chance of taking him, he set you back down on your feet. You took a couple steps back. “How have you been since I called you mine?”

He was looking at you with that familiar glint in his vermillion optics, and in the span of a few seconds, you were transported to a different world of reminiscence and nostalgia; of rebellion and adrenaline, of protests and rallies, of passion and love, of exhilaration and lust and all the other things he’d made you feel so deeply back then.

“I’ve been better off alone,” You lied. To be honest, while you made a lot more money than you ever could’ve in your old life, lived in better conditions, and were genuinely loved and admired by those around you, the hole that had been carved into your spark when you left Megatron was still there, and you wanted to fill it desperately. Still, you knew that as much as you loved him, it would never work in the long term with how different your priorities and your beliefs had become. You were two different people, and that was okay, but... You still wanted him. “We’ve been better off alone.”

“You’re wrong,” He corrected you without missing a beat, almost as if he could read your thoughts. “But you look so good in this light... This room really suits you.”

Megatron started to look around the room, which made you nervous. He quickly took in the large space with your light-up curtains, pure white carpet, powder blue walls, ivory furniture, and luxurious berth with lilac pillows and covers. A stuffed turbo-bear that he’d won you at a carnival a few years ago sat by the headboard, which reminded you of the one other reminder you had of him in the room; a framed photo of the two of you from that carnival date that sat on your nightstand. Before he could see it in detail, you rushed over there to put it face down on the ivory wood, only to earn a cocky grin in return.

“Excuse me,” You muttered and then cleared your throat.

“Was that...?”

“Yes, it was... I should’ve got rid of it a long time ago, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it,” You explained, only for him to burst out laughing as if you’d just told him the best joke he’d ever heard. “Why are you laughing?”

“You’re still just the way I remember,” Megatron chuckled and ran a servo over his face as he rolled his optics. “Easy as ever, my dear.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re easy to read... You wish we could go back to what we were, too, don’t you?” Megatron peered down just far enough to make eye contact with you, vermillion burning into the Autobot blue you knew he hated seeing dye your optics. “I can see it in how you look at me.”

“Maybe... But it’s only because you’re doing this right now, making me miss it. You should know better.”

“Oh, it’s just me dropping by tonight that’s done this to you? Really?” In one fluid motion, Megatron stepped forward and rested his palm flat on your chest plate- right where your spark was beating against the heated metal, so fast and hard that you were sure he could feel it. A soft, wistful smile took over his face, and you were suddenly reminded of the gentle, loving side of him that you fell in love with so long ago. “I guess that’s why you kept those pictures, too... It’s been the longest year of my life without you, you know.”

Your spark was slamming in its chamber now. His other servo was on your hip to pull you close enough for your body to press into his, and fuck, you were gone- your mouth was dry, you could hear your own sparkbeat in your audials, and all you could feel was his touch, drawing you further and further into him with every second that passed.

If you were going to rat him out to the Autobots, you would’ve done it by now.

Both of you knew that you were already hook, line, and sinker, and you had no way of denying him even if you wanted to. Too embarrassed to even look at him, you wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face in the crook between his collar and his shoulder.

“Still as charismatic as ever, I see.”

“I’ve been dreaming of you this entire time. What can I say?”

Silence fell between the two of you for just a moment. Moments later, though, the servo on your chest was moving up to grab your face, and a pair of rough, chapped lips were being slammed into yours at the same time that his hand on your waist was pulling you in even closer.

“M-Megatron,” You whispered between kisses, overwhelmed by the sensation- you hadn’t been touched in over a year now and it was getting to you quick, heat consuming your body and tingles running through you as he dropped his plump lips down to suck at your neck. “This is... This is really sudden...”

He pulled back with a quizzical expression and an unimpressed hum.

“I know you’re not stupid, (y/n). I didn’t come here with any ulterior motive and I’m not one for fun and games; I’m here for you, so do you want me back or not?”

You didn’t even hesitate.

“I want you,” With that, he was back on you in an instant, mouth on your collar and giant servos lifting you up by your aft. You wrapped your legs around his waist at the same time that he sucked hard enough on your chest to leave a paint transfer the same gunmetal hue as his grey lips. “Primus, I want you...”

“You can have me, darling,” He responded with a huff. “Take me back and you can have whatever you want. I know when we were younger, I couldn’t provide for you, and things were rather hectic back then, but I have an empire now; a legacy, a cause! I have everything you could ever want; subjects, money, a home, fine oil and energon, the nicest-”

“I don’t care about any of that, Megatron- it was never about any of that, it was about the violence and the-”

“I’d be willing to change anything and everything for you,” He said the sentence as if it were easy, simple... He’d always been good at lying, you thought.

You knew better, too. You knew that, as good as he was at talking sweet to you, he was all words. Maybe he did have all of the finer things in life now, and maybe he really would give them to you, but that wasn’t what was important. The fact of the matter remained; he was a violent, vengeance-driven mech, and as genius as he was, as kind as he could be, you two had completely different beliefs and you would never agree with how he had started and continued to lead the chaotic, rancorous, Decepticon movement.

As silver as his tongue was proving to be as he talked you into his touch, he would never change.

But in that moment, you couldn’t bring yourself to care, so you stopped him from continuing his sweet lies by suffocating his words with another kiss, only to find yourself tossed on top of your bed like a ragdoll. The impact of your weight hitting the mattress caused you to bounce back up, but Megatron was quickly crawling on top of you and running his servos up and down your frame.

“Do you still love me?”

“More than anything,” Megatron breathed right into your audial. “And you?”

“I...” You looked into his optics; expectant, heated, wanton. As much as you wanted to deny it and say that you were over him and that you had moved on, you couldn’t, and you weren’t nearly as good as lying to him as he was at lying to you. “I love you, too... Even after all this time. How could I not? As hard as I’ve tried to get away from you, I can’t. We hadn’t seen each other since our breakup until today, so I had the time, didn’t I? Hell, I’m Ultra Magnus’s assistant, for Primus’s sake! The antithesis of you and what you’re doing, everything you believe in, but... There hasn’t been a day since I left that you haven’t consumed my every waking thought, and sometimes, my sleeping ones, too. I have dreams about you, I see poems that I think you’d like, I see the color red and think about what it would be like to look into your eyes again. So, yes, while I hate to admit it, I still love you more than anything- just like you love me, and I probably always will.”

In response, he sat up, his knees on either side of your hips and his weight holding you where you laid before he grabbed one of your servos and pressed it against his chest, right where his spark chamber would be underneath the armor of his chest. You were suddenly reminded of the bond that you made so long ago, the commitment you’d made to your old lover, only for the two of you to end up splitting... Your sparkbond. It ached often, and though you’d managed to successfully ignore it for a long time, the pain was becoming sharp, bordering agonizing. So, before you could think better of it, you shifted to sit up and lean your weight back on your elbows as you opened your chest plate to reveal your spark in its chamber. He did the same.

The room glowed a bright pink, the result of your once pure sparks- his a bloody red and yours a bright white- having mixed together long ago. Even though the two of you had already bonded during your previous relationship, your sparks seemed desperate to connect once again, flickering bands of flame-like light branching out of their chambers to reach out for each other. You leaned up to close the gap between your sparks, but Megatron pulled away and slinked down the length of your frame. 

He pressed uncharacteristically soft kisses from your neck, up and down both of your arms, suckling on the ends of your digits and pecking your knuckles. Then, he was moving further down your body, skirting around your chest to avoid your spark and smooching your tummy, and then every inch of your thighs, your legs, and your stabilizing servos. He took enough time with his actions to get you hot and squirming, so driven by your impatience, you grabbed him by the shoulders and dragged him up so the two of you were face to face.

You knew this was what he wanted. He came in through your window tonight with the intent to make you crave him again, and somehow, he’d succeeded with hardly any fightback from your end. He was relishing in it- that you could tell by the grin that broke across his lips when your interface panel snapped open on its own with a hiss, revealing your dripping valve. 

“I see you missed me, my dear. Tell me something,” Megatron murmured and maneuvered his weight so that he was resting most of it on his forearms, which were on either side of your head, his knees still on either side of your hips. He was bent forward just enough for your nasal to brush against his and your sparks to be calling out for one another yet again. “Have you done this with anyone else since I last saw you?”

“No,” You answered with a deep blush. It was true that you hadn’t interfaced with anyone following your breakup, but it wasn’t through any lack of trying. After many attempts of speed dating, online dating, parties, bars, and fancy gatherings reserved exclusively for Ultra Magnus and other high ranking Autobots, you gave up, as no one was able to catch your attention even remotely close to how Megatron was able to. “Haven’t been able to find anyone, y’know?”

“Me neither,” Megatron’s interface panel then snapped open. You were suddenly reminded of just how massive he was; long, girthy spike already fully pressurized, vermillion in color with gunmetal grey ribs up the sides and pink transfluid dripping from the swollen tip. Part of you flinched at the thought of how it was going to burn when it stretched your walls, but the other part of you was filled with excitement at the mere idea of that stretch, of being stuffed full and railed after so long of being alone with nothing but a couple of measly toys and your servos to get you off when you were pent up. “I want you so bad, sweet spark. Have you thought about me since I’ve been gone? About what I would feel like on top of you, my spike deep inside your tight little valve?”

“F-Frag, yes,” You stammered, embarrassed- he’d never talked dirty to you when you were together, mostly quiet during sex minus the noises you made.

“Did you get yourself off to that thought of me when I was gone?” You nodded in response, hurried, urging him to continue. “Yes? I know I’ve been getting off to you, even after you left, all I could self-service to was the fantasy of you underneath me just like this, full of my spike, moaning and begging for me with your arms around my neck. Why don’t you show me how you touched yourself to me, dearest?”

You looked at him to gauge whether or not he was serious. When you saw that he was, you begrudgingly complied and allowed your servos to drift down between your legs despite your embarrassment. The moment you tried to look away, though, he was grabbing your face by your jaw and forcing you to look at him.

“This- This is embarrassing,” You mumbled.

“I know, but I’d hate to not see your face during this, sweetspark. I want to be able to ingrain it in my processor, to memorize your every expression, every movement, so don’t you look away from me,” He sweet talked you for what must’ve been the millionth time that night, and you showed him you were listening by maintaining eye contact with him as you used one servo to massage your anterior node and used the other to plunge two fingers deep into your valve. “There you go... Good girl. You’re being so good for me, so obedient, so pretty, so sweet... Keep this up and I might have to reward you.”

The praise mixed with how you were delving into your walls with your fingers made you let out a moan, that of which you tried to stifle by biting your lower lip, only for Megatron to use one of the digits on the hand that was on your face to pull your lip down and away from your teeth. Your digits were quickly rubbing your clit in tangent with your fingers thrusting in and out of your valve. Having him there watching you was motivating you even more, but somehow, it increased your sensitivity, too. Just like he had instructed, you put on a show for him, spreading your legs and adding another digit into your slick valve. 

“M-Megatron, I’m close...”

Continuing to watch him while he watched you was intense. His vermillion optics flickered back and forth between your lighter optics and your working servos until finally, he was wrapping a servo around his spike to pump it in rhythm with your movements until he got impatient enough to let go and let go of your face before speaking again.

“Beautiful,” He hummed, the praise accompanied by him gently running a servo over the top of your helm and kissing your cheek. “Now stop and lay back so I can frag you like you clearly need me to, alright? You did so good for me.”

You whined before relenting to his gentle yet clear demand and slipped your fingers out of your valve before retracting your touch completely, only for Megatron to grab both of your wrists in one servo and pin them against the pillow above your head. You gasped and squirmed at the sudden domination, only for it to continue when he positioned the head of his spike at your entrance and slowly pushed in.

“Megatron,” You cried out with your back arching up and off the bed. Your legs were wrapping around his waist to pull him in closer, because as much as it burned, stung, and stretched, it felt so good, and for the first time in over a year, you felt full. His spike was thick and throbbing against your velvety walls in a way that made you moan and squirm as he waited for you to adjust to his size. You expected him to take it slow, to drag this out and tease you like he used to, but you were proven wrong when he leaned down with his weight balanced on his knees on one forearm to hush you with a kiss and began to fuck you at a steady pace. “Mmph...!”

You struggled to even vent properly. He was pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in, suffocating you with his kisses, letting go of your wrists only to intertwine his digits with yours on each hand so he could pin them down to the bed and hold your hands as he wrecked your much smaller body. 

“Oh, you are so beautiful, my darling,” He huffed and angled his hips to make the head of his spike slam into your sweet spot again, and again, and again. Even as you moaned, keened, sighed, yelled, and screamed his name mixed with expletives and incoherent, pleasure-driven nonsense, he continued on. “My dear... You look gorgeous with your tiny body on my spike, like you were made just for me, sweet spark. It feels good, doesn’t it? Tell me; tell me how good I make you feel.”

“So good,” Your words were slurred, but at this point, you didn’t care. He was effortlessly fucking your poor little hole into oblivion with his huge length to the point that you weren’t even sure your processor was functioning properly anymore. He’d worn down your pride and your willpower with his sweet words earlier, and now, he was doing it with his body. “You make me feel s’good, M-Megatron!”

“Is that so?” He asked with a particularly rough pivot of his hips into you. The sound of metal slamming into metal echoed in the room mixed with your desperate moans and gasps of ecstasy, a reminder of the fact that you were going to have horrible gunmetal, vermillion, and magenta paint transfers all over your body tomorrow that you were going to have to spend countless hours scrubbing off. You were just thankful that all the walls in the building were soundproof- at the very least, you could call in sick tomorrow and get away with no one ever knowing that this happened in Ultra Magnus’s personal building- in the room next door to his personal quarters, nonetheless. “Tell your lord how good he makes you feel and I’ll give you something even better, yes?”

Whatever shame you had left vanished at that. It was humiliating, something he’d never made you do or even suggested through the many years that you two knew each other, but you weren’t going to dare deny him when you were so close to cumming.

“L-Lord Megatron, please,” You started with tears of embarrassment and pleasure welling up in your optics. “You make me feel amazing, spike’s so big and you’re fragging me so good- please, please let me overload! Make me overload, Lord Megatron...!”

It was shameful, but at the very least, Megatron was a mech of his word. Just as he’d promised, he gave you something even better and leaned the rest of the way down so that his bare, open spark was pressed against yours to rehash your old sparkbond. You were consumed by the sensation, the connection of two sparks, of two souls, the reunion that you’d secretly craved for so long. It was made even better by him reaching down to rub your anterior node between two digits as he buried himself deep inside of you and overloaded with a groan of your name. The feeling of him stilling and filling you with his scalding hot load of transfluid triggered your finish as well, and you shook and twitched with the force of it as you came around his spike with your tight walls milking him for everything he had. 

Slowly, both of your chest plates snapped shut. The light in the room from the glow of your sparks dimmed down so that the two of you were returned to the dim lighting that you’d had before in your large, peaceful bedroom.

“I love you so much, (y/n),” Was the first thing Megatron said to you in the midst of his afterglow. The whispered confession was quickly followed by him quickly collapsing on top of you, spike still buried to the hilt in your valve.

“I love you, too, Megatron.”

You wrapped your arms around him the best you could despite your size difference, one servo on the back of his helm to hold it against your chest and the other on his back so you could gently rub his sore plating.

You knew that, as your optics fluttered shut and a calm feeling took over you, this wouldn’t last forever. You would fall asleep, Megatron would leave, and everything would probably return to the way it was- maybe Megatron would try to keep this up with you, but in the end, you would always be apart somehow.

And maybe that was okay.

[selenacosmic]

Have you seen the Ikemen Sengoku Stage Plays? Well, I have seen clips of the ones with Mitsuhide's, Kenshin's, and Nobunaga's routes. I was wondering if the Warlords (minus Sasuke) react to seeing them?

Hello! Yes, I have watched the stage plays, they are incredible!

For this hc, just imagine all the warlords going to watch it together with MC.

Warlords react to the stage play.

Nobunaga Oda.

Right off he will feel interested to see a play about him(of course, it isn’t just about him, but he likes being the center of the play). He had seen many representations of him in the future, even movies, so the stage play will catch his attention right away.

He will be grinning the whole time as he watches the play.

Hideyoshi Toyotomi.

A play? Featuring lord Nobunaga? Yes! Hideyoshi will be constantly cheering for the actor who plays Nobunaga, though he will also keep his eyes for any inaccuracies he encounters.

Might want to meet the actor to tell him exactly how he should act. “Am I really like that?” Will be his question when the actor who plays him appears.

Mitsuhide Akechi.

Oh? Interesting, a whole play trying to show their lives. Mitsuhide will be grinning widely as he watches the play, mostly because he likes to tease everyone about how the actors played each warlord. He won’t feel much about his own character, though he might want to talk with the actor to give him some tips.

Ieyasu Tokugawa.

Will be annoyed, Masamune and Mitsuhide will be teasing him every time his character appears. If he sees any inaccuracies about him, Ieyasu might get a bit… grumpy.

“I am NOT like that at all.” Will be his words to some parts of the play.

Masamune Date.

Masamune will get excited, he wants to see how they will play him. He will be asking things like “I look cool in that scene.” At every scene he appears. The fight scenes will definitely interest him, Masamune will find cool their performances and how creative they were.

Will be teasing everyone alongside Mitsuhide about their characters in the play.

Mitsunari Ishida.

Oh wow, he will definitely be captivated. Mitsunari will compliment everyone about their characters in the play (which might annoy Ieyasu). He won’t know exactly how to feel about his character, there will he scenes where he will think “oh, I would do that” and wonder if the actor knows him personally. Will clap every time Ieyasu’s character appears.

Keiji.

Now this is cool! Keiji will get excited to see a play with him in it, he adores plays after all. He will be laughing a bit loudly at any funny scene there is, he will also get excited when he sees his character in the play.

He will specially love some of the fight scenes.

Ranmaru.

Ranmaru might feel a bit emotional in some scenes that his character and Kennyo’s character appears. Might catch himself crying because of how many emotions he feels. Other than that, Ranmaru will definitely like watching the play.

Uesugi-Takeda alliance.

Kenshin Uesugi.

Hmph. The fight scenes are weak. He will get excited about them but will want more emotions, more fierceness. Specially when it comes to his character. He might try to get on the stage to show them what a real fight is. (Sasuke holds him back)

Shingen Takeda.

Oh, he will enjoy watching the play, shingen will feel entertained to see his friends and enemies as characters in the stage play and how accurate some of the scenes are. He will like the actor that plays him and he might sneak backstage to give him some tips on good pickup lines and ways of tormenting Kenshin’s character.

Yukimura Sanada.

He will get confused at some scenes, and maybe a bit judgmental. For example, he will point some faults into his character. “I am not like that.” Will he his words, and everyone will be staring at him as if saying ‘yes you are.’

He will find some scenes funny, though the fights could be more exciting to him.

Yoshimoto Imagawa.

What a piece of art, such talent of portraying his character and the other warlords’. Yoshimoto will be excited to watch the play and see how the story goes. Different from the others, he will love the fight scenes and how they are portrayed.

Might sneak backstage to switch places with the actor that played him.