#they call her redhair

[sunsetsmakemesad]

Me when I'm reading a webtoon and the comments are absolutely dragging the character I never really had a strong opinion on:

[wandanatw0rld]

+18 | men & minor denied

beefy!natasha romanoff x pillowprincess!female reader x college!au

warnings: girlxgirl; Natasha being a boxer; rough sex; anal sex; strap on use (r receving); a little bit of praise; fingersucking; brief mention of war; Alexei & Bucky being two assholes; not propfread

b: Natasha's father comes to visit her, but their meeting doesn't go very well, and (un)fortunately for you, you have to pay for her frustration.

I think that's it, have fun ;D

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"Okay, I love you too, Mom. Bye" You're sitting on Natasha's bed, notepads and books on every surface, you stop writing and look at the redhair.

"Is everything okay, Nat?" She looks at you, her jaw is clenched, her poor phone pressed against her strong hands, she sits on the edge.

"My dad's coming to visit, he wants to take a tour of Steve's gym," you crawl next to her, taking her hands off her thighs and replacing them with you.

"Is that so bad?" You hold her face, green eyes with a hint of desperation.

"Let's say my dad wanted me to be a doctor and not a boxer," Natasha didn't like to talk about her parents, especially her dad.

Her parents are both from Russia, late Soviet Union, and came to America after the war destroyed their home, the United States seemed to be a place to have a new life with more hopes. Natasha was young and didn't remember much about it, but she remembered the bombs, a whole reason why she hated New Year's Eve.

"Do you want me to be with you?" Natasha seems to consider for a few seconds.

"Are you ready to meet Alexei Romanoff?" She asks you sweetly. "One of the founders of this masterpiece?" Natasha pointed at herself in a very silly way.

"Actually, I am. But let's stop talking about your dad and talk about how much I need you to kiss me".

"I agreed," she says, standing up, you laughing as she holds you, her lips pressed to yours.

...

You were nervous to meet Natasha's father, lost count of the number of times you looked in the mirror, even though the redhead said you looked gorgeous as always. At first, Alexei Romanoff seems really scary with his bear, but he's really an idiot like his daughter. He told jokes, shared stories about Natasha wanting to be a superhero, you kissed her red cheek when the old man made fun of her blue hair.

Now the three of you are in Steve's gym, which he closed just so Natasha could show the place to her dad. But the more you listen to them, the more you're worried about Natasha's well-being.

"You're getting too big, sweetheart. And those tattoos, your mom will lose her mind if she sees you," the redhead breathes out, her patience coming to an end.

"I like my tattoos" You watch them very quietly, the way Natasha squeezes your hand and clenches her jaw makes you worry about her dad. "Dad, please. Look at the size of your belly."

"Your mom likes it".

"I bet she does". Alexei doesn't think it's funny, and you only realize that when he say it to her:

"When are you going to get a real job?" His tone is throaty, sharp as a knife, the same tone Natasha uses when she's stressed.

"This is a real job, Dad. I like working here" Her eyes glow with challenge, one more word and she'll explode.

"Yelena is doing great with me, she's really going to run the business one day".

"Yelena was always looking for your approval." You'd never met Yelena before, but Natasha always talked about the blonde with love and affection.

"Someone has to have it" The silence is heavy, you want to say something, but Natasha could kill her father with her eyes.

"Well, my class is in ten minutes, so... Let me walk you to the exit," Alexei seemed shaken, but he turned to you.

"It was really nice to meet you. When Natasha told me how beautiful you were, I didn't think it would be so much". Natasha doesn't look at either of you.

"Thank you, Mr. Romanoff".

"Please, call me Alexei. You make me feel old".

"You are old." The look in his eyes frightened you.

...

Natasha is taking you home, the fact that she hasn't said a word is worrying.

"See you tomorrow?" You ask and give her a peck on her cheek

"I don't know. I'm busy tomorrow" But she doesn't look at you.

You know what bothers her. Natasha wants her father's approval, all she ever wanted was to make him proud and not being able to do that is killing her. You don't see her the next morning or the day after, so you ask Clint if he knows anything while you both go shopping for baby stuff.

"I don't know, to be honest, she doesn't talk to me" He's looking at the dipers section in the drugstore, you've been helping him for forty minutes now, one of the professors has canceled the class. "I was going to ask her out for a drink, but she didn't answer her phone"

"I'm going to visit her at the gym today after class," you smile sweet at him. "Clint, these are adult dipers".

"God, I'm a terrible dad".

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself, Clint. These are things you can catch up over time.

"Thank you!" You gave his shoulder a good, enthusiastic squeeze.

"I gotta go. I gotta help Wanda with Billy and Tommy."

"Who are they?"

"Her clownfish, but I think one of them is female".

...

The hours seemed to pass so slowly that you didn't notice anything. You left your things in your dorm and hurried to Natasha's work. You entered, the place is quiet, there are a few people working out on headphones. You approach the reception, Bucky, another employee looks at you. You don't like him, the way he provokes Natasha and worse, his jokes towards you, they aren't funny, but it definitely amuses him.

"Hi Bucky, is Natasha here?"

"She asked Steve for a day off, she's at the arena" You turn to leave, but he calls you. "Can I ask you something?"

"Bring it on".

"Why are you with her?" See, not funny. "I mean, I know she's hot and rich, but-."

"I don't think that's any of your business, Bucky."

They march into the arena, loud rock music, The Marvels really hate somebody. Natasha hits the bag with precision, she growls with every punch, it is fucking hot. She doesn't realize you're there until you turn off the music.

"What the fuck!" You wave to her, she takes off her gloves and grabs a bottle of water.

"Hi to you too" You reache her. "I miss you"

"Me too" Her response is somewhat mechanical.

"Do you want to talk about it?" She drinks the water.

"Not really". Getting close to her, analyzing every single detail in her, sweat running down her chest, on her strong arms, the veins on her forearm drive you crazy.

"You're avoiding me, was it something I did?" Natasha keeps not looking at you and starts to get on your nerves.

"Everything's fine" She doesn't add a nickname, which means she's really mad.

There are a few details people need to pay attention to with Natasha Romanoff and you mastered them quite well.

When she's angry, she gets quiet, refuses to look at or talk to anyone, plus she listens to rock music really loud, just like it happened. When she is jealous, especially of Bucky and his aproaches towards you, her voice gets husky and scary, hands on your waist, pulling you close, and when takes you home, she makes sure of making you hers, every inch of your skin belong to her.

She was angry. In this case, angrier than she had ever been.

"Fight with me" Natasha seemed confused.

"I'm not going to fight with you" You take a few steps closer.

"Why not?" You ask, her woody perfume smells so good. "Are you afraid I'll hurt you?" You know you have no chance in a fight, you're smaller than her, in everything. Natasha Romanoff could destroy you with one blow. "Okay then. Bye, Natasha."

"Wait" She holds your wrist, her breathing at a normal pace, she looks at you. Natasha was so angry that she didn't notice that you were wearing her favorite outfit. "I'm sorry about that. Is just... Never mind, I'm fine".

"You're not fine, Nat. Something is bothering you, you can tell me," but she just avoids looking into your eyes. "Is it your dad?" The grip in your wrist had tightened.

"I don't want to talk about him" Natasha looks at your body, you're dressed only for her amusement and it's a waste not to take advantage. "Wait here," she opens the door to the arena.

"What are you doing?" You ask.

"Steve will be using the arena today. I'll open it for him." After that, Natasha grabs her backpack and drags you to Steve's office, then locks you both in.

"Nat-" She presses her mouth against yours, it's rough, your legs go weak. On your tiptoes you grab her face, her lips a little salty, hands on your waist, nails scratching deep into it. You push her onto the table, paper clips, documents, everything goes down. "You have to use me, okay?"

"What?"

"About your dad." Her jaw clenches again. "You can bite me, I don't know, just do whatever you want." With worshipful eyes, Natasha turns your bodies over and places you on the table, your legs wrapped around her waist. "I am all yours".

"You are, detka." Finally, the nickname hits between your thighs. "First I'm going to eat you up and then fuck that pretty pussy of yours," you moan, grabbing her hands and putting them over your mouth, sucking her thumb. "You're so beautiful," she touches your lower lip with her wet thumb.

"Nat..." You move your hips into hers.

"No, Malyshka. You have to stay still." Natasha kissed you as she took off your underwear, lifting your skirt just a little, her fingers dipping into your wetness. "This soaked already?" your nails dipped into her neck "And I'm just getting started" You raised your arms to take off the t-shirt, the fact that you were without a bra pleases her, but then she remembered the asshole at the reception. "I wonder if Bucky knows you're not wearing a bra today.

"No, he didn't look at me today." You know that's a lie. Bucky always looks at you, especially today, he definitely noticed the lack of underwear. You bite your lip, her fingers teasing through your folds.

"I think it's just the opposite, Malyshka," she states, her tone assertive. "When he looks at you, he wants you all for himself." Natasha's lips find a place in your neck, a finger dipping gently into your pussy as her teeth in your shoulder. "He wants to fuck you, but he forgets that I'm the only one who can fuck you."

"Nat, please." Natasha firmly squeezes your neck.

"I'm going to remind him, remind everyone. I am worthy of everything, even you" Her fingers slide over your breasts. "Every inch of you is mine, Detka. Your face, your body, this fucking pretty cunt of yours. I can wait until you come in my mouth." Her teeth clamp down on your right nipple, and she sucks hard. You drop your head back, fingers scratching her neck. It hurts, but you're both enjoying it. Natasha spreads your legs wide, her thumb teasing your clit.

"Nat, easy- oh fuck" She buried her fingers deep into your pussy with no mercy.

"You want me to use you, Malyshka. I will. I'll use every hole in you".

"Mm... So good." Natasha's tongue burns your nipples as she adds a third finger.

"Can it fit one more, Malyshka?" You nod, grabbing her fist that adds the fourth one. "So hungry"

"Nat, take off your... "Mmm... please" The redhead is all smiles now, her pretty girl is so needy. Her thumb throbbs in your clit, and you're desperate. Your breasts are sensetive, but Natasha doesn't seem to be tired of them. She'll never be tired of them. "Fuck!" You pull her close with one of your legs, toes clenching inside your shoes. "Don't stop. Please don't" Natasha releases your breast with a lustful pop, her hand bumping for the last time at your soft spot, and then you melt away at her fingers. "Nat..." You hide your face on her neck.

"Thank you, Malyshka." She kisses your cheek. "I'm sorry for avoiding you these days. I've been overthinking about my dad, but I'm handling it."

"Forget about him. For now, I'm going to come into your mouth" You lick her lips slowly.

"God, you're perfect." She kisses you, hungry, her lips pressed on yours, hands on your breasts. You moan on her mouth, they're so painful. Pushing her, you take off her shirt, throwing it with your clothes. Her breasts are perfect, all sweaty, her tattoos glowing. Your hand lands on her ass, squeezing.

She gets on her knees and puts one of your legs on her shoulder. She can't get enough of your cunt.

"Nat, just fuck me" You demand, she dives into your pussy, and begins to grind her tongue on your clit. "Fuck!" You grab her hair and yank, pulling her closer. You try to close your legs, but she holds them open, her fingers digging into your inner thighs. "God... Shit" she plunges a finger into your cunt. "Mm... Don't" You're trembling, so grab her free hand and put it in your mouth. She's watching everything with adoration, loving the sensations that she causes in you. You're mumbling nonsense, sucking her thumb, and pinching your nipples. "I'm going... Don't stop, Nat. Please, don't... I'm almost" You bite your lips, hands on her head now, her red hair tangled in your fingers, holding her mouth firmly on your pussy, she rasps her teeth in your bud, that's enough to make you come, hard, body shaking, legs like jelly. "You're amazing at this"

"I'm not to blame for your choice in men" You smile, bringing her close to your mouth, tasting you on her. "But I have a surprise for you" You watch her put down the cotton shirt, your mouth getting wet. Nothing compares to the wetness between your legs. Natasha is wearing a pink strap, your favorite. "I was planning to come to your place to use as an apology for my behavior."

"I accept your apology after you fuck me hard"

"I will, Detka" she says, her voice low and seductive. She comes closer, her hands on your ribs, thumbs in both of your nipples. "I'll fuck you so hard that you'll not even walk away from here" She pinches your nipples, her eyes locked on yours. "You want that?" You nod, your lips curling into a slow, sensual smile. "You want that everyone see your trembling walk, especially Bucky."

"Yeah" you say, biting your fingertip.

"Let's arrange that for you" her husky voice commands, sending another wave of pleasure through your body. Natasha pushes her cock inside you, lying down on the desk in a mix of pain and lust, nails scratching her arms. She comes forward, hitting your soft spot, her lips seeking yours. "You're mine. I'm fucking worthy of you. Of anything. This job." She leans her forehead on yours, her growls making you moan loud. "He will see." She's not talking about Bucky. Her hands hold your waist, nails digging into your skin. You're too caught up in the pleasure to feel the pain or the blood from the slightly wound.

"Nat, too much." Her hips don't stop, it hurts, but you're too overwhelmed with lust to care. Then she stops, and you moan in tantrum. Natasha pulls out the strap, and you look at her, confused.

"Turn around".

"I don't-"

"You said I had to use you. I'm using you, Malyshka. Now turn around" You do as she says and turn around. "I've always wanted to know what it's like to fuck your tiny hole" She bends you over the desk, deep inside you regret saying she could use you, but now it doesn't matter. "Don't worry. I'll go real slow, Detka".

"Nat, I've never done this before," you said, holding her wrist and looking up.

"It's okay, we can stop if you don't feel comfortable. I'd never do anything to hurt you." The red hair planted a kiss on your bare shoulder, her hands gently caressing your waist.

"I don't want to stop, I just..." You look into her eyes and you have never trusted her as much as you do now. "I trust you.

"Thank you, Malyshka." You bring her close, kissing her lips, stroking the red hair behind her ears, you feel her positioning the strap on your entrance. You exhale into her mouth as she squeezes a tip, nails digging into her cheek. "Fuck!" She curses, it's fucking painful, no more than the pain you feel on your ass. "You're so fucking tight".

"Nat, I don't think I'm going to-" But then she pulls everything into you, and she starts moving, all you can think is why it's taking you so long to do it. "Fuck!" Your arm encircles her shoulder, she puts one of your legs on the table and spreads it. "Right there, Nat," you feel the plastic going in and out, her hands holding you still, it's fucking good, it burns, but you don't want to stop. "Don't stop, please. Don't stop."

"I'm not going to" And there's the rusky voice, Natasha leads her hand to your clit, touching it very slow, the base of the strap lightly on her clit, then rubbing real rough while she fucks your ass. "You're doing great, pretty girl".

"Mmm... Nat, fuck, please. Faster" Steve's table starts to slide on the floor, more things fall off it. "Almost" Her hips are much faster than you think is possible, you lose control of everything, you start mumbling nonsense again, you don't know what's happening, but you can definitely hear voices coming from the arena, you don't know any of these people, Natasha doesn't seem to care, she's not loud, but she's not quiet either.

"I'm almost there too, detka" You can feel her breasts on your back, her hands pulling your hair to make room for her mouth to find your neck and her teeth dip into it, fingers entering your cunt. You know it's not easy to do it, but Natasha made it seem easy. "Shh Malyska, people will start to hear you," you can't help but moan. You stuffed your mouth with your hand, the teeth go deep. She adds another finger, but then begins to lose frequency, you feel more and more close to the edge. "I'm coming, pretty girl" A few more thrusts and you almost pass out.

Breathes throughout the office, Natasha laid on your back, hands caressing your arms.

"Natasha, are you still there?" It's Bucky. "I didn't see your girlfriend leave. Is she there?"

"Yeah, we're cleaning, Steve asked me to and she's helping me, why?" You only realize what happened when you feel her cock digging into your cunt, a slow moan leaving your lips, it's too sensitive.

"Steve wants to know if you want to join in" Natasha begins to slowly push against your pussy, you want more, you need more, your hands searching for any support.

"Only when I finish cleaning" She kisses your neck, on the mark she made. "No way I'm leaving you for that." She whispers in your ear. Her hips are frenetic. "Can you get that box for me, Detka?" But you don't answer, you can't, it's too good. "You have to say something, Detka".

"T-that o-ne??" Natasha laughs in silence, her smile playful and cocky.

"Okay, I'll tell him." You don't know if Bucky believes that, but it's too good to pay attention.

"You liked that, huh?" She raises her torso, holding your waist, her movements bursting. "Don't try to deny it, Malyshka, I can't keep my cock inside you"

"I like it" She bites your sholders, her tongue burning your skin.

"Malyshka, you're so good to me" Her nails dig into your waist, her hips bump against your butt, the strap gliding smoothly over your wet cunt. "So beautiful accepting everything from me" You feel her front on your back, her teeth biting hard into the skin of your ribs.

Natasha's fingers rub your needy bud.

"Nat... I'm going to... Fuck!" You bite your hand, the small room insanely hot, the voices of people on the other side of the door adding another layer of lust.

"It's okay, pretty girl. You can cum on my cock," the walls are tightening around Natasha's cock, she's gripping your jaw very gently, very different from what her hips are doing, she kisses you. And then you feel the nod in your stomach to undo.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Your teeth mark your hands.

Her hips slowly stop, you feel her heartbeat on your back. She pulls her cock out.

"That was hot." She says, kissing your cheek.

"I don't know if I can walk".

"That's what you wanted," you look at her, almost offended. "I'm joking, Malyshka. We'll have to stay here for a while.

"As if I'm going to leave with all these people".

You watch as Natasha goes to her backpack, grabs a towel, and wraps the strap to clean it later. She picks up your clothes, you can't move, the orgasm has melted your legs.

"Let me help you, Malyshka," Natasha pushes one of your legs through the panties, then the other. "Okay. Do you need help with your shirt?" You nod, you don't need it, but you have a soft spot for her being so sweet and helpful. You raise your hands, she helps you, then she pulls up your skirt, your shoes. "Come here, let's get you somewhere more comfortable" You hold her like a koala while she leads you to a sofa. "I'm going to put my clothes on and then put everything back. You need to rest.

"I want to help you" You try to get up, but your legs are still wobbly.

"It's okay, I can do it myself." She strokes your hair behind your ears.

"Nat, I don't care what your dad thinks. I'm really proud of you and I'm happy to be your girlfriend" The way she smiles at you makes your heart warm and race.

"Thank you, Malyshka. I'm lucky to have you as my girlfriend," you kissed her, your hands pulling her closer, legs around her waist. "Detka, you have to let me go, otherwise we'll have to stay here forever.

"I'll stay." You wanted to tell her that you loved her, but you were too afraid of being rejected or of her not feeling the same, so you backed off, you didn't want to ruin this.

You just didn't know that the redhead felt the same way.

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[mrs-barnes-rogers-writes]

Pretty As A Picture - Chapter 1

Marvel

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Theme: Soulmates - Feeling the connection as soon as you see each other.

Summary: When Bucky fell from the train, their soulmate was told he was gone. When Steve Rogers disappeared into the ice, their soulmate was again told one of her soulmates were gone. But she didn't believe it. Couldn't believe it. Committed to a mental health institute, she dies of a broken heart. That's at least what the hidden S.H.I.E.LD files say, but if that's the case than why is there a photo of her. A photo that shows her side by side two redhaired Avengers.

Warnings will be per chapter.

For this fic reader will be British, but let your imagination replace if needed.

Chapter Summary: The team are back together and their soul family back in place. Emotions run high, their exhausted and a photo is about to shake Bucky to his core.

Chapter Warning: Mentions of death, sad Bucky.

Natasha looked around the room, scanning her weary team mates. Her soul family. It had taken a while to get here but they had. Sure Tony and Steve continued to be at each other’s throats and Bucky’s face got more broody by the day but they were together.

Knowing Wanda was also back in the Compound, Vision at her side as they settled into their new quarters brought a smile to her face.

The rush of emotions of everyone being together had been too much for Wanda, and when Steve and Tony had squared up to each other for the third time in as many hours, Rhodes and Wilson forced to keep them apart as Bucky packed a bag to leave, she’d had enough.

Natasha had ushered Bruce away to avoid a code green, as Vision had tried to do the same with Wanda. But Wanda had reached her breaking point and had enough of the arguments, the intense negative energy that surrounded her soul family had brought her to breaking point. Her nights were plagued with nightmares about her family, Pietro, and her days were a living nightmare with her soul family at each other’s throats. Wanda had screamed as she’d nearer collapse.

“Enough!” she’d yelled as Vision looped an arm around her waist to keep her upright, “do you see? You never see do you? The damage you’re doing? To our family? To each other?!”

She paused as she took a breath.

“I’m leaving.”

There were calls of her name as Vision led her from the room. An hour later they were in a Quinjet over the Atlantic, directions to a safe house and a contact of Natasha’s. The rest of them didn’t speak to each other for a week following Wanda and Vision’s departure, the only exception their own soulmates. When Natasha wouldn’t say where they were, they didn’t speak to her for a few days longer.

Wanda’s return came three months later, sure there was still bickering but they’d learnt the hard way to keep it away from her. As much as they’d had preferred a longer break, missions and their skillsets had meant a need for them to return.

The Hydra clean up had originally been going well but a repeat of dead leads and bad intel had caused any more arrests to dry up. 

As the digital map displayed across the meeting room showed the dead ends and places still be searched. Natasha scanned the faces of her team mates and soul family in the room. Steve was seemingly staring into thin air. Tony flipped a pen between his hands. Rhodey rubbed his eyes. Sam had his eyes on a screen full of text but the movement of his eyes indicated he was reading the same sentence over and over again. Bucky stared at a spot on one of the maps. A no go area in part of Germany. An old Nazi bunker that they had very little chance of getting permission to search even with the New Accords. 

Unless she asked for a favour. A favour from you. Her attention was brought away from her stray thoughts as Bruce wrapped himself around her, a soft kiss to her forehead.

“They need a break.”

She smiled warmly at him.

“Guys, let’s take a break, half an hour and regroup.”

The only responses were sighs, stretches and yawns. Bucky was the first one up and out of the room rubbing his hand down his face in frustration as he went. Tony’s voice broke the silence. 

“Is there a reason he keeps staring at the same spot?”

“The same reason I keep rereading this.” Sam replied pointing at the screen. 

“It’s one of the no go areas left from the war, but it feels to me like that’s the next stop” Steve added.

“Has he been there before?” Tony asked.

“We both have.” Steve replied.

“Recently or before?” Asked Natasha, referencing before Steve was in the ice and Bucky was in cyro.

“Before.”

“Look if it’s a no go area you know the chances of us getting in there are real slim.” added Rhodey.

“Not necessarily.” added Nat.

“Let me guess” Sam enquired “you know a guy?”

“A girl actually.” she replied. 

Tony cocked an eyebrow and glanced round at his soul family.

“Spill it Romanoff.” 

Meanwhile down the hall Bucky splashed cold water on his face. He knew the next spot was likely to be that bunker and he knew he wasn’t going to like it. If they could even get in there it would bring back too many memories. 

Memories of when they’d raided it. Memories of when he was back there twelve years later. He needed coffee or something stronger. Where was Thor when he needed him. 

He headed out of the bathroom and along the corridor to the coffee station and began to start up the machine and root through the snacks. In the distance he could hear the hums of Wanda from the printing room. The room was barely used, the team opting for electronic devices or projections instead but Steve still liked paper copies and every mission had a pack of freshly printed paper maps just in case. Two packs in fact. One for use and one just in case. 

Every time Steve would drop the two packs on to the meeting room table or fiddle with them on his lap in the Quinjet he would give Bucky a sad smile and nod his head, which Bucky would return. 

It was silly really how things reminded them of their shared soulmate. Their soulmate had prepared maps for British Special Forces during the war and their eye to detail had been the best around, making Peggy quick to recruit their girl to her team. The fates leading her to Steve first and then Bucky. Their soulmate would do anything to keep them safe. Nagging Howard for better equipment and weapons. Telling him to “quit flirting and stop trying to fondue anything in a skirt and bloody get on with it”.

Howard never let on he was slightly scared of their soulmate, not to any of their faces but the panic in his eyes gave him away. Steve had nicknamed their soulmate a Spitfire, like the British fighter plane. The look on their girls face said he shouldn’t have.

Her way of keeping them safe was to slip extra bandages into their gear, sew small bits of metal into their suits to cover key areas but not too much to weigh them down. Then there was the packs. Always two packs of maps, just in case. Bucky sometimes wondered if their girl slipped extra copies to the other Howling Commandos. 

“Can’t have you getting lost lads. You Yanks are awful with directions.”

Bucky would always tap her ass playfully as she passed by for that comment. 

His thoughts were soon snapped back by Vision’s soft voice. 

“James?”

Bucky cleared his throat to answer, and wiping his face roughly when he realised he was crying.

“Yeah? You need something?”

“Actually I wanted to check if you needed anything.”

“No, I’m good, thanks Vis”

“Were you thinking of her again? If you’d like to talk about her, Wanda and I would happily listen.”

Bucky turned away, dipping his head, gripping the counter of the coffee station. He tried to take a deep breath but it came out shuddered. 

“James, I maybe speaking out of turn and uninvited but there is no shame in grief and you certainly don’t need to hide it from us. For anyone in the outside world it is a lifetime ago but for you, it is not, and there is no timeframe or timeline for grief.”

Bucky heard Wanda’s soft footsteps approach. 

“James, take it from someone that’s knows, it is better to talk than it is to keep it inside. You listened to me talk about my brother, I’d be honoured to hear about her.”

Bucky nodded and turned towards them both teary eyed.

“Whenever you want us to, we’ll listen” added Vision.

He rubbed his face and nodded again. It was then he noticed a pile of photos in Wanda’s arms. All different sizes clutched in her hands, he was puzzled as he had barely seen a printed photo since being out of cyro, Sam telling him that people don’t often print them anymore. He then noticed Vision was holding picture frames. 

“Did you print these? I didn’t think people did that anymore?”

“Not always but I like them,” Wanda answered “reminds me of home. This one Tony found for me on an old friend’s social media account” as she handed him a picture of Pietro. 

“This one is when we were away” she handed him another. A picture of the couple near a lake, Scotland, Bucky thought to himself.

“This one is from” Wanda started only to stop abruptly as some of the photos scattered to the floor. She cursed in Sokovian as she went to pick them up.

“I’ve got it” Bucky said as he reached for them. He passed the first two up to Wanda but the third made him freeze.

To anyone else it was a normal picture. Three friends side by side. Two red heads and a (Y/H/C). Only it wasn’t a normal photo at all. Because alongside his two redheaded soul sisters, Wanda with a soft smile and Natasha looking nonchalant, was another woman. A woman that haunted his dreams. 

His soulmate.  Their girl.

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[skygemspeaks]

okay let's do this again, for the last time this season, and what a way to end it!

i like that nami got to be included in the walk to arlong park, it was really nice!

the banter between zoro and sanji is already quite funny. i like that sanji is just earnestly trying to be part of the crew, but zoro's being a little bit bitchy because he feels like his place as the first mate is being threatened. later on in the episode when sanji starts calling out his move names, and zoro makes fun of him for it...how much do you wanna bet that the reason zoro starts calling out his attack names because his thought process is like "oh no, the shitty cook is also calling out his attack names what if luffy starts liking him better than me because i don't do it?"

as someone with dental trauma, seeing arlong's teeth fall out one by one was horrifying, thank you very much. it was well done

the fights in this arc were well choreographed, and i'm actually really happy that they all finished by around halfway through the episode because then we got a good amount of time to wrap everything up

it was really sweet when nami went running up to tackle usopp and zoro in a hug. i did feel a bit bad for sanji, but ehh it's understandable. she's been sailing with usopp and zoro for a while now! those are her boys!!!! and she didn't think she'd ever be able to sail with them again! she barely even knows sanji at this point

the scene after the tower comes crashing down and the straw hats are all waiting to see if luffy made it is great. nami looks like her whole world is ending again, because first she lost her mother, and now she might have lost her captain. and then everyone's relief when they see luffy come out is palpable! sanji doesn't even try to hide his relief! he's become so emotionally invested in this crew already and he's known them for just a few days

sanji's smugness when zoro comes back for seconds was cute, and i love their banter afterwards!

koby and helmeppo standing up to garp when they disagree with his orders was a good scene, and i liked their conversation about it afterwards at the end of the episode. each marine's personal code of justice is a big theme in the anime, and i like that they establish it here, and that it's what impresses garp enough to make him want to train them personally

we finally got the luffy vs garp confrontation! it was a good way to see just how small luffy is in the grand scheme of things, that he wasn't able to hurt garp at all. when luffy starts laughing and garp drops him and starts laughing as well, it was a good tension break. i really really wish that we got at least one grandpa hug before garp left...i know it never happened in the manga, but i crave that grandfatherly affection for luffy. but i know neither of these two idiots are like that. ace better fucking hug luffy at least once next season i s2g.

when nami is talking to bellemere's grave, and nojiko shows up wearing bellemere's shirt.....🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

the final conversation with luffy and koby was adorable! i loved the hug! also, i really like that koby was the first one to show luffy his bounty. a great way of coming full circle to the beginning of the season when he's standing next to luffy, looking at the notice board in shells town and luffy asks where his face is

the scenes where people see luffy's bounty!!!! makino grinning in pride!! kaya already looking healthier without kuro's poison! Zeff posting luffy's poster on the employee of the month board!!!!!!!! alvida and buggy meeting!!!! (if they make alvida lose weight or recast her next season i'm gonna kill someone)

helmeppo finally admitted that koby was his friend!!!! their little fistbump!! i've really come to like koby over the course of this season, and it's been great seeing his character arc

the mihawk and shanks conversation was great! shanks making jokes about his missing arm was hilarious, i love how irreverent he is

the redhair pirates are all SO proud when they see luffy's poster!!! and shanks' big, goofy, proud grin when as he stares at the poster just made my heart melt.

merry finally gets to fly the straw hat jolly roger again, i'm so happy for her!! luffy's absolute uncontainable joy at the sight of it, like he can't believe his eyes, was absolutely perfect!

the cast-off ceremony was fantastic! i really like the effect they did where their younger selves spoke in the voices of their older selves.

i could be wrong, but i think i heard we are in that last scene as they sailed off? which, amazing!

FUCK YEAH THAT LAST SHOT OF SMOKER!!! i can't wait to see more of him next season!!!

[specterllaw]

Big Brother- Harvey Specter x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, being wasted

Summary: After finding your brother's name in the paper you go out to find him, Only to find not only him but someone you had been searching for your entire life.

You and Mike had always been close, since birth really, he was your big brother, even if it was only by a year. You two were connected by the hips, until he moved to New York which was weird because that's where you went to college currently, you weren't sure about why he was ignoring you until you picked up a newspaper to clean up your spilled coffee that you bumped off the counter by mistake. There in bold letters on page 23, 'Known Lawyer takes down another corporation' under the headline you saw it, his name 'Harvey Specter yet again takes down another corporation for suspicious evidence tampering, Specter had help this case though from a new face, Micheal Ross.'

Huffing loudly, you left towards your bathroom, how dare he? You were his sister and you knew damn well he never went through law school. Once you got dressed and put your hair up so it was out of your face you went to the place your brother supposedly worked at. Pearson-Specter-Litt. New York was loud, buzzing with life as you walked into the giant fancy building.

Once you talked your way onto the floor with the law office, you started to wander the office looking for anybody that stuck out to you. Sitting at a desk a couple feet away from the bigger desk up front was a redhaired woman, extremely attractive aswell. "Can I help you ma'am?" She asked standing up and standing in front of you to stop your wandering from going any further "I-I'm looking for Mike Ross..O-Or! Harvey Specter" You said looking at her, you saw her staring off behind you before you heard a deeper voice behind you "I'm Harvey Specter" He said, you quickly turned around to look at the person speaking behind you. "I-I'm looking for my brother...Mike Ross?" You asked watching his eyebrows furrow, he lead you into his office letting you sit down while he stood. "How can I trust your really his sister? He's never mentioned you" Ouch. "Okay one, ow, that hurt, two, If I wasn't his sister would I know that he's full of shit and never went to law school" You said, growing frustrated the more the man interrogated you. "Wait...Mike Ross..Never went to Harvard Law?..I'm..shocked" He whispered putting a hand to his chest, you went wide eyed, fuck, you probably just ruined your chance meeting your brother again.

"Donna! Call Mike to my office now!" Harvey shouted at the redhead making you look around "N-No no I was kidding" You whispered tearing up a bit "I know he's never been to law school, Y/n, and I know who you are, you think I hire people without any dive into their lives?" Harvey questioned as you quickly wiped your eyes "I knew that" You huffed looking at him "So..Why did you hire Mike if you knew he never went to school?" You asked him leaning back more on the couch, starting to grow alot more comfortable. "Why are you dressed like you just came from a strip club?" He asked raising an eyebrow "I..I'm a college student alright? I don't have alot of selections" You huffed crossing your arms over your torso now feeling alot more self-conscious with what you were wearing, you thought it was nice, a flower printed tank-top and a black pencil skirt that went down mid-thigh, you would've chosen nicer but you don't really have that many clothes.

"Y/n..?" Mike asked as he rushed into Mike's office, thinking she had gotten into trouble he sat next to you on the couch wrapping his suit jacket around your shoulders "Are you okay? What happened?" He asked quickly "Holy shit, Mike has a sweeter side? How soft can you be, kid?" Harvey laughed, going quiet after receiving a harsh glare from Mike. "I saw your name in the paper..I came here to see why you never told me you moved to New York" You mumbled, now questioning why you ever came here, obviously Mike would've contacted you if he had wanted to, now you're invading his life. "Y/n..I..I haven't been living the best life until now..and I didn't want you to see me..-" Harvey cut Mike off "Kid came in with a briefcase full of weed into his interview" He said pointing at your brother before letting your talk continue "Why don't we grab coffee sometime? Here, my new number" Mike said writing his phone number down on one of Harvey's napkins and handed it to you.

There was a reason you were dressed up in that way, you planned on going to a party afterwards with a couple of your friends, you weren't expecting to get absolutely shit-faced though. Stumbling down the side-walk you pulled your phone out, you knew you were stumbling because every couple of steps you'd run into the side of the building next to you. You didn't have anybody to call, other than one guy, Mike. You squinted your eyes looking at the napkin trying to read the little numbers at the bottom, instead of the big messy numbers on top. As the phone rang you giggled bouncing off of the wall again "Hello? Harvey Spec-" "Mikey?...I need a ride" You hiccuped stumbling as you walked on the curb like it was a tight-rope. "Y/n? How'd you get this number?" A voice asked through the phone "You..gave'it to me'silly" You slurred before huffing sitting down on the curb leaning on your elbows that rested on your knees. "Damnit...Where are you?" Harvey asked, irritation lacing his voice "Mikey, you don't have to be rude" You whispered "I-i'm sorry, Don't worry about, m-my friend'is actually here right now" You slurred now feeling guilty for calling what you thought was your brother, you hung up quickly, he's probably got a wife and he's got a job and you probably woke him up.

As you stood up to walk again, Your phone started to buzz loudly, you pressed the green accept button "Y/n? Are you alright? Where are you?" Harvey asked, he realized you were wasted almost as soon as he picked up, and he also knew that you thought he was Mike so he needed to pretend to be Mike. "Mikey...I'm by...the...police station" You slurred, you heard him mumbled 'shit' under his breath before you stopped and sat down on the curb again, your feet starting to hurt. It took an hour to find you, Harvey was a nervous wreck, he cared about Mike and if Mike cared about you then he cared about you aswell. "Y/n goddamnit" Harvey cursed as he stepped out of his car quickly, going to rest his hands on your shoulders taking in your state, you were passed out with your head against your knees. He quickly lifted you up setting you in the backseat before getting in himself.

After Harvey managed to get you up and into his apartment and onto the bed he called Mike, leaving him a voicemail explaining everything and that Mike owed him. Harvey was quick to get ready for bed and pass out on the couch.

Waking up that morning you started to panic, Where. The. Fuck. Were. You. You scooted up shoving the covers off making sure you still had all of your clothes on, the bathroom door was closed and the shower was running so you took the time to explore the home you were in. The closet was lined with suits ontop of suits, you ran your finger over them, your heart dropping in your chest seeing the initials stitched into the sleeve, 'H.S'. Right as you processed everything you heard a cough come from behind you "I didn't think you'd be up so soon? How's the hangover champ?" He asked raising an eyebrow, you shrugged "W-why- how did I get here? Where's Mike?" You asked looking around almost lost, you didn't like this, it was a new place with a new person and no source of familiarity. "You called me last night, wasted might I add, you thought I was Mike so I came and picked you up, brought you here for the night, I slept on the couch don't worry. I called Mike last night, should be on his way to the office soon, you okay riding with me?" He asked as he pulled on his suit jacket, he handed you a hoodie to put on, you quickly slipped it over your head trying to race to get your shoes on before he left you. Your head was pounding and you were still exhausted, as you climbed into the SUV next to Harvey you yawned, trying to scoot down and get comfortable closing your eyes ready to take a nap. "So. Y/n. What do you do? Other than get shit-faced on a tuesday night?" He asked, you looked at him jumping up at him in shock "Shit! What time is it? I-I have classes" You said urgently looking at Harvey with pure worry "College student?" He asked looking towards you "Y-yea, It's alot" You mumbled rubbing your forehead trying to stop the pounding against the base of your skull.

You spent the day at your university and then at Mike's office, getting lectured and now yelled at by your brother "Do you know how dangerous that is, Y/n!?" He yelled looking at you "Falling asleep in that! On the side of the road in New York! Are you stupid!?" He yelled, you just sat there and watched him as your eyes welled up with tears. You never responded well to being yelled at especially not your brother, he had only yelled at you twice and that was for stressing your grandma out. "I-I'm sorry, Mike" You whispered, you kept your head down unaware Harvey was standing outside listening "I-I just..Classes are getting harder...And seeing you..so successful..I feel like I'm failing mom and dad.." You whimpered keeping your head down "And you think doing what you did would make them proud!?" He snapped "They'd yell at you alot worse for what you did! You're an idiot!" He snapped, Harvey quickly walked in, resting a hand on Mike's shoulder "Too far Mike.." He whispered, Harvey glanced at you giving you a sympathetic smile, almost to say he's on your side.

After that you and Harvey started to grow close, it started with just him picking you up after nights out and eventually grew into you staying over almost everynight after your dormmate left. "Harvey" You whispered into the pitch black living room, there was no light and it made you nervous until you heard a tired 'hmmpf' from somewhere in the dark "Can we talk?.." You whispered again, it was total silence and you were about to turn around and just go back to the bed but the lamp flicked on and you saw Harvey's arm draped over the arm rest "Come 'ere" He mumbled tiredly propping his head up trying to wipe the sleepiness from his eyes. You walked over sitting on the floor in front of him, it wasn't odd for you to do this, over the past couple of months you and Harvey got closer, aswell as you and Mike. You looked at him, and you had to fight your instincts not to rest a hand on his cheek "What's got you up at...four am!? Sunshine you gotta get sleep" He groaned letting a hand rest on your head as he closed his eyes "Harvey I like you" You said quickly "I like you too Y/n, or else you wouldn't be sleeping in my bed" He smiled coyly at you "No Harvey I mean..I want..- I-" You huffed, growing frustrated at the fact you were at a lose of words "I know." He whispered cupping your cheek, your eyes started to fill with tears "You do?.." You whispered holding a hand over his "I do" He assured caressing your cheek gently "So.." You whispered nervously "Come here" He demanded again welcoming you onto the couch with him, You took the invitation laying next to him as he wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you closer "I want something with us, y/n..I just have to know if you want that too" He whispered, you carefully turned around on the couch to face him, cupping his cheeks pressing a short and sweet peck to his lips "I do..I do want it too, Harvey" You whispered resting your forehead against his.

Part two coming soon :) More fluff and smut on the way

[natspookie]

petal

natasha romanoff x fem!florist

☆ summary : natasha takes a detour to a flower shop

an, not proofread and sloppy :,)

not born with much wealth in the city, nor nothing, nature was what grounded you. by the age of 6 you were drawing your future flower shop as your dream job.

sure enough, you worked your way to putting up your own flower shop, just as you dreamt of.

you had many customers that you saw at least once a week, knowing which ones they picked out at the back of your mind.

you were just about finished with an arrangement of daisies and baby breaths when the sound of the white french doors opening, caught your attention.

you looked up to see a redhaired woman that you had never seen in your flower-shop. you brightened, hoping to make a new friend.

she looked around quietly, only the sound of your music playing softly, when she halted in front of some specific flowers to the left of the cashier.

“those are my favorites, very pretty ones” you said as she looked as if she were deciding whether to get them

“what are they called?” she said with a hoarse voice, almost ever so quietly,

“aster amellus… you looking for anything in particular?” your eyebrows raised curiously when you finally met her green eyes.

“oh, no. i-um- i don’t know much about flowers” half lie, she knew of the venomous ones.

“well i’d be happy to entertain any questions if you’d like” you tilted your head a little as she turned back to the purple flowers she was looking at earlier.

truth be told, natasha just saw you from outside and decided she would have made a big mistake if she just walked right past your shop.

“would you mind helping me pick for the dining or living room” she looked back at you

“hmm.. i’ve got a lot of ideas in mind” you giggled resting your elbow on the marble counter and your head on your hand, thinking about it.

“surprise me” she said with a small smile

“would you like a variation or only one kind?” you stood up from your stool and only then did the redhead take in your full figure.

only a few inches shorter than her, you wore a navy blue and white maxi dress with ribbons as the strap. hair tied up in a half pony tail.

you wandered around the shop, picking some quite loud flowers and some quiet ones in contrast.

natasha couldn’t tear her eyes away from you. you radiated such softness she had never felt.

she on the other hand, wore a sweater steve had knitted with some black pants.

“i take probably 5 minutes or so to arrange these, would you mind waiting ?” you made your way in front of her.

“i don’t mind at all” she said staring as you smiled “alright” you grabbed a stool for her and set it in front of your counter and cashier spot.

“so what’s your name, if you don’t mind?” she paused for a moment.

“natasha”

“natasha” you repeated. her name rolled off your tongue so smoothly she took her seat, fiddling with her fingers. “that’s a lovely name”

“thank you, what about you?” she eyed your top for a nametag. “no name tag” she smirked

“i find it better to see who cares enough to ask” you laughed, cutting some stems off. “it’s y/n”

“nice to meet you” natasha reached her hand out impulsively. she was screaming a handful of swear words in her head. ‘this is so stupid’ ‘a handshake? - really natasha?!’

you looked at her hand and smiled widely “i love a good handshake” you took her hand and shook it before going back to what you were doing.

“since this is for your dining room or living room, would you want a vase? instead of me wrapping this in paper”

“whatever it needs” natasha laughed “sure” a smile crept onto your face as you arranged the flowers in a clear vase.

“voilà!” you turned it to her and though she didn’t know any of the names of the flowers in this areangement, she found it as stunning as the one who made it.

“it’s great, thanks y/n. i’ll pay in cash” you put the vase with flowers in a bag so it wouldn’t be so hard to carry.

”the vase is on the house” you sent her a playful wink which left her mind spiraling.

“you didn’t have to, but i appreciate it” natasha took bag and smiled at you.

“well i hope you enjoy the flowers and come back, natasha” “oh i will, sweetheart” her confidence came back as she inched away from you, earning you to shake your head with laughter.

—————

the next time you saw natasha was a week after she last came. this time, she entered with a frown, holding an empty vase.

you waved goodbye to a customer and greeted her with a smile.

“you need to tell me how you keep them alive” she set the vase down and slumped against the counter.

“oh no natasha, what happened” you stifled a laugh, amused by this.

“well i forgot to ask what i needed to do so i just left it there and by the time i realized i needed to take care of it, it was too late”

“you left it alone for one week” you raised a brow

“maybe” she murmured looking behind you

“would you like a new set of flowers?” you asked “please” “the same kind?”

“surprise me”

it went the same as last time, except she stayed to talk more even after you finished.

“do you mind if we exchanged numbers? y’know.. so i can call you for help or text?”

‘wow natasha, smooth’ she thought

“sure! here you go” you handed her your phone and she did the same.

“i have to go, but thank you for this” she raised the vase with flowers

“my pleasure! i hope you enjoy, dont kill the flowers, and come back again soon natasha” you waved and she did the same

——-

after chatting almost every day about random things, natasha came back 2 more times before she came again, without the vase.

“oh don’t tell me you broke the vase” you said cocking you head with your hand on your hip

“ha ha, very funny y/l/n” “so what’s the flowers for today?”

“i want aster amellus and whatever you think someone would like to receive”

“natasha dating someone??? wooo” you giggled

“yeah-yeah im not so sure” natasha shook her head, sitting on the stool you always have out for her.

“well now i have to make this extra for whoever they are! but come on, any person would be lucky to go out with you” natasha laughed “what about you? any plans for tonight?” natasha asked you

“unfortunately not, probably watching a shitty movie or somethin” natasha hummed

“vase or paper?” “paper” natasha leaned forward in the counter, overlooking all the wrapping. “payment” natasha slid the bill forward and you thanked her

“here you go” you handed it to her and she smiled

“y/n?” “hm?” “for you.. if you wanna have dinner and watch a shitty movie together tonight”

you stopped breathing for a moment

“...me?” you asked baffled “who else?” natasha smiled coyly “no offense but.. you can do way much better” you accepted the flowers from her

“is this you rejecting me?” she raised a brow “no! just- thank you” “you’re thanking me for asking you out?” “kinda” “you’re silly, petal” “petal, i like that” you smiled “pick you up by 8:30! don’t be late”

“i wouldn’t dream of it”

[artemismoorea03]

Jim Gordon had seen a lot of things in all his years as both an officer and Commissioner but for the most part things stayed at an arms length or he was able to easily separate himself from situations. Of course, there were incidents that were a bit harder to seperate from like Barbara becoming paralyzed due to Joker, all the times he or Barabara nearly died, kidnappings, and watching friends and loved ones either die or go down a dark path, but for the most part his life wasn't too crazy.

At least that was until one summer that all changed rather dramatically. In the form of a redhaired teenager showing up at his police station. She was around 17 and was wearing teal pants, a black shirt and a teal headband. But no matter her age or what she was wearing it didn't change the fact that she looked like Barabra had when she was younger.

That mixed with the fact that she specifically asked to see 'Jim Gordon' was something that made all of the Gotham PD point her in his direction. Once they were face to face the girl let out a shaky breath.

"My name is Jasmine Fenton, I'm your second cousin and I need your help protecting my brother from my parents and Batman."

Jim was shocked, blinking confusion away as he held up his hand. "Wait wait. You're my-"

"Second cousin. My mother is Madeline Walker."

Maddie. He knew Maddie though he had only met her a couple of times. Her mom and his dad were siblings. That explained why Jasmine looked so much like Barbara at least.

"Maddie... right, I remember Maddie. Okay, so why does your brother need protection? Specifically from your parents and Batman?"

Jasmine played with her hands. "My... my brother is different, Commissioner Gordon and my parents found out. They hurt him... badly. So we came here because you're the only one who might be able to help us but if Batman finds out we're here then Danny could get hurt again. B-but my parents and the government are wrong out him! H-he's not evil, he's a hero. H-he's a hero but because of what he is... he's labled as evil..."

Jim frowned, "Okay... is your brother a meta?"

Jasmine shook her head. "No."

Damn. Meta protection act wouldnt help here.

"Alright... is your brother with you?"

Jasmine sniffled then nodded. "He's in the car sleeping."

Jim stood up, grabbing his jacket off of the coat hanger. "Take me to him, please."

"You won't hurt him?"

"You have my word."

Jasmine looked at him, her teal eyes filled with more exhaustion and anxiety than any childs should be. Then, she let out a shaky breath and lead him out of the room.

They walked through the police station before Jasmine lead him out to the parking lot to the furthest corner of it where a beat up red station wagon was parked alone. Jasmine then gestured to the back window as Jim looked in.

The seats had been laid down and blankets laid out in a makeshift bed where a teenager around 14 or 15 laid sleeping on it. The teenager had healing bruises on his face and arms as well as a multitude of bandages that Jim could see peeking over the blanket, specifically on his chest. What had Jim the most concerened though was how pale the boy was and how weak his breathing seemed.

Any doubts Jim might have had immediately flew out the window. It no longer mattered who these two kids were they were kids in trouble.

"Why didn't you take him to the hosptial?" Jim asked, looking at Jasmine who looked ready to cry.

"Because if the Government finds out where he is they'll take him away and kill him. What he is isnt supposed to exist and is listed as 'dangerous'." She sniffled.

Jim frowned. The goverment couldn't know yet they took the risk to come to him? They must have been desperate.

"Okay, let me see your keys. I'll take you kids to my place to hide then call my daughter."

"Y-your daughter?" Jasmine asked, handing the keys over regardless.

"Yeah. She's good with these kinds of things and if she can't help I might know somebody else who can." Jim explained, climbing into the drivers seat as Jasmine ran to the other side.

"T-they won't turn us in, right?"

"No, they wont. My daughter is a librarian and my friend is a butler, they know how to keep secrets." He promised, pulling away from the police station in the direction of his house.

He could only hope that he would be able to help these two kids, and that whatever fear they had of the Batman wouldn't end up being justified fears.

[wordy-little-witch]

Hiiii PLS 🙏 wordy plssssz i need more transfem buggy headcanons like i love ur post but i need more🥹🤲 like the hc and scenarios that shook the seas,,, wat r crossguilds reaction n shanks n other pirates reaction uahxiskzkzs shes gonna b so hot dksk ive seen fanart and fembuggy looks so HOTTTT

Hiiiii honeybun!!! I got you, dw ♡♡

Reactions!!!!!!!

Shanks

• he finds out through news coos and bounty posters. It's no secret that the redhair pirates keep careful tabs on bounties, new and old faces alike in the game, but there's special attention to black haired rubber boys and blue haired clowns when it comes to bounties and reports. The crew knows this and supports it. So when they get a paper, when Benn reads through it and does a spit take with his coffee, everyone cones scurrying, especially when he yells for their captain.

• (romantic) Shanks, upon seeing the bounty and story, is left reeling. Buggy had always been breathtaking to him, had always been the epitome of everything he finds beautiful and attractive. Shanks adores Buggy, head to toe, inside out, and even then he could always see the little chinks in the other's armor, the discomfort and uncertainty that stained the clown's cells. It's in the microexpressions, he knows, and those signals are suddenly gone in these pictures. He's breathless. He's swooning. He needs to see Buggy in person.

• (platonic) similar to the above, Shanks keeps tabs on his precious people. And Buggy, his beloved baby brother, his beloved best friend, is among those he looks out for from afar. Seeing Buggy so different, so bright, seeing the way his - her - smile finally reaches her eyes and eyebrows and cheeks, it makes him melt a little. He's proud, so proud, so happy that Buggy looks happy and healthy, and he's.... he wants. By the Seas, he wants to see her. He wants to see and meet his sister.

Crocodile

• Depending on the time frame when the change happens, Crocodile either meets Buggy for Cross Guild as a woman or deals with the transitional phase with the business. If it's the latter, he actually makes a point to try affirming what he believes is Buggy's gender identity in vague terms. Then, when Buggy begins to shy away from them, he moves to more neutral monikers, heavy on the Clown and Fool.

• upon being told that Buggy identifies as a woman, he just rolls with it. He has to fight the trans urge to make "we traded genders" jokes, which he blames proximity to the clown for. He's not going to cause a ruckus about it. He will however cause bodily injury if someone else has an issue with that.

• he's absolutely livid, btw, that he finds the clown attractive like this. It's not the body, not exactly - Croc doesn't really care one way or another about the configuration downstairs of his partners - but he is attracted to intelligence, confidence, power, and how pretty someone is when they cry. Sue him, he has a type. It just so happens that Buggy, newly confident, newly steady, is branching out into all of his standards while staying so utterly charming. He's so mad about it. He wants to kiss her. He's going insane.

Mihawk

• he doesn't stick to labels. They're boring. He doesn't care. He will admit however that the majority of those who held his interest were men. The Clown was an exception - though not because of her gender. He's typically drawn to people by their Haki signatures, and he has noticed a common trend in those he enjoys - Shanks with his firey volcanic energy, Crocodile feeling akin to the desert lands he called home, even Roronoa Zoro's antiquated cliffside mountainous energy. He finds earthy energy to be the most comfortable, emotional aspect be damned. The Clown is very much a different element, liquid and mutable and dynamic. It is reflective, overtly bright and rippling uncontrollably. Odd, he admits, but not investing.

• it's when Buggy calms, when she blooms, that Migawk sees the ripples calm, sees the sharp reflections soothe themselves, and sees that the seemingly shallow pond of energy is but a cover which leads into a fathomless sinkhole. The shores are quaint, smooth, beautiful, and lead gradually further and further in towards a sharp drop which casts the Blues into blacks and the blacks into abyssal shade. It's strange, it's unusual, it's delicious.

• it especially helps that Mihawk finds Buggy to be rather good company. Without her forced shrill demeanor and loud hypervigilance, she's actually a wonderful conversationalist. He enjoys her company. It's unexpected.

More romantic aspects bc I am absolutely melting over it-

Cross guild

• Buggy has always been rather touchy-feely, something she constantly fights with because of her past and experiences. She adores cuddles, holding hands, casual touches, and the like. Her boyfriends aren't exactly the types to love PDA or to seek out physical touch. They do allow her to indulge, however, and they each have their preferred manners of doing so.

- Mihawk

- - in public, will pull a full chivalrous move, offering her his arm, his hand when she climbs up or down, a casual yet respectful hand on her waist to guide her.

- - in private, he will cuddle against her back when he is amenable to touch, chin over her shoulder as they both read a book, one arm wrapped around her waist, fingers caressing the soft skin of her soft sides, other hand tangled with one of her own. If not that, he will become a cat in human form, wordlessly smacking whatever was in her hands away to burrow into her stomach or chest, going limp yet clinging in a mess of contradictions. It never fails to earn a slightly annoyed snicker from her.

- Crocodile

- - in public, he and Mihawk seem to share a general demeanor insofar as the types of touches. He does however take it further by occasionally just plucking her up into his arm, treating her as a dainty little thing, casual touches peppered throughout that imply a level of possessiveness, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, a drag of fingertips or hook along her shoulder, a curl of a hand at her hip.

- - in private, the touches come and go, but the emotion behind them remains. Sometimes he will simply trail fingers over her spine or shoulders, absent and affectionate. Sometimes he will drag her into the cage of him limbs to have and hold her close, a cheek pressed to her chest, hand cupping the other breast in a simple gesture.

BONUS REACTIONS

Luffy

• only thinks "uncle buggy -> auntie buggy"

• does not care, Buggy is Buggy.

• is happy that Buggy is happy!!!

• will throw hands if anyone is mean to his aunt, his hands are rated E for Everyone.

Rayleigh

• for a long time, didn't even know. Finds out by rumors in a random bar which he is Hella confused by and so fact checks. Has a mild moment when he realizes his baby boy is in fact a baby girl now. Wild. Decides to go see his daughter because What The Fuck Buglet

• no he doesn't cry when he sees Buggy. He just.... got sand in his eye. He did not get emotional when he saw his youngest child beam at him with a smile so like Roger's, in bold colors which suited her, so bright, so joyful, so free -

• he remembers the trembling, scrappy little being who would huddle between him and Roger after bad fights, so uncertain, so scared, so far removed from the young woman before him today, and Rayleigh just smiles, bonks her on the head and calls her princess.

• and if he pulls her aside later on and they sit together on the beach, drinking together, well.... when he says Roger would be so proud of her, he means it. And when she cries? Well. He won't tell anyone about it. It's a private moment between father and daughter.

[blacklegsanjiii]

Hc about the Twins!0&3ji au

Robin has probably seen the siblings plenty of times, but, somehow she never conected that the cook of the crew was the polite girl that walked around Baroque Works and seemed to be one of Crocodile daughters (much to her surprise). Sanji also never noticed because Robin always had a hat on and was called "Miss All Sunday" by everyone.

She only notices this the day after Sanji telled she was one of the adopted kids of five Warlords. When herself, Sanji and Nami are sunbathing and the three boyfriends of the blonde and the redhead are around the deck, Robin is looking at Sanji and something just clicks, making her laugh and say "So, it was you, right?" at Sanji, making the blonde look at her confused and the other pay attention.

"What do you mean?" Sanji asks, "You and your siblings used to stay at Baroque Works sometimes, right? I was Miss All Sunday" Robin answers, making Sanji gasp and laugh, the same thing clicking in her own head. Much to the other four people around confusion.

"What are you two talking about?" Nami asks, looking both her girlfriend and the dark haired girl, "Well, I just noticed I already knew Sanji for 11 years" Robin says with a chuckle, making the others excetp the blonde ask WHAT?!

Then, she starts to tell. The times were she would just see them from afar, the times were the redhead (who she now knows is Ichiji) would go at her office to ask about history, the times were Sanji or the pink haired girl would help her with books, when one of them would ask something if she wasn't busy. Sanji is smiling remembering, and Luffy, Usopp, Zoro and Nami can't help but find it really cute.

After talking, Robin makes a comment about how cute Sanji and her siblings were. And also about how much the blonde and Reiju looked alike in appearence, except from the hair.

I love this so much. I do but I feel like Sanji would recognize Robin because I headcanon Sanji has Over Sensitive Observation Haki and just being raised by who she was she learned to identify everyone. So while Robin doesn't recognize her and it has been years from Sanji staying at Baroque Works because she moved to Baratie to work. Sanji never brought it up because hiding parentage and she figured she and Robin would catch up on eventually.

They didn't until after the time skip when the crew finds out who her parents are. She also has a foul mouth and is a true pirate now so Robin in her head is going 'blonde child + crocodile is one of her dads + siblings = Sanji was the smaller twin from Baroque Works' and Robin looks at her, because the three of them are in lounge chairs sunbathing with drinks Sanji had made. Sanji looks at Robin with cocked eyebrow as Robin is giggling to herself.

"Something funny, Robin?" Sanji asks.

"I just remembered you were the blonde child who would wander around Baroque Works. I can't believe I didn't make the connection until now." Robin laughs lightly with a big smile. Sanji just loses it.

"Huh? What's going on?" Nami asks, looking between them as the boys start keying into the conversation.

"I've just realized I've known Sanji for years." Robin answers. "You were so small back then. Your redhaired brother would often come find me for history books whenever he was in Alabasta."

"Ichiji was always fascinated with history, though I do suspect it had more to do with military tactics than interest in culture." Sanji nods. "Niji, the blue one, was the one who was interested in martial arts specifically and Yonji, the green one, was the one who made science based cooking, not in a nutritional sense but I think he would have done well with a chemistry set but I understand why he didn't have one." Sanji grins.

"Hold on, you know Sanji's siblings?" Zoro asks.

"Yes, well, being the adopted children of Sir Crocodile, my former boss, they would be in Alabasta from time to time. All of them were rather cute and adorable in their own senses." Robin says. "Sanji was almost the same size as her brothers, Bentham often enjoyed dressing her and Reiju up."

"Bentham?" Luffy asks.

"Bon Clay." Sanji and Robin answer in sync.

"What size was that?" Usopp asks with worry.

"Oh, you two were ten and your brothers were five? Maybe a little older?" Robin questions.

"FIVE?" Usopp yells drawing the other Strawhats out as Sanji looks at Robin with slight betrayal.

"Five what? Why is Usopp-bro yelling?" Franky asks.

"She knew Sanji when she was a kid! And Sanji was almost the size of her brothers who are five years younger!" Usopp yells. Jimbei starts laughing, full bellied and loud as everyone looks at him.

"She was rather small, used to fit in the palm of Doflamingo's hand. I believe Hancock has a photo somewhere of Mihawk threatening him while he has all five of the kids on him." Jimbei nods.

"Mmn, you and Reiju look very similar, almost identical if it weren't for the hair." Robin says.

"And the eyebrows." Sanji hums.

"There's family photos?" Zoro grins at Jimbei and Sanji.

"Absolutely not." Sanji snipes.

"A lot of family photos." JImbei grins back.

"You're both dead to me." Sanji gripes as Zoro grabs Sanji and throws her over his shoulder. "Hey!"

"You worried Usopp, so now we're going to go calm him down." Zoro responds as he grabs one of Usopp's hands to pull him.

"I'm coming too!" Nami yells as she gets up. "I was worried too." She pouts at Sanji who looks shocked and apologetic.

"I was ten!" Sanji defends herself. "Put me down!" She yells at Zoro.

"Luffy, we're going to cuddle, do you want to come?" Zoro yells at the captain as he starts heading to their room. Sanji is trying to get free but Zoro just holds her tighter.

"Huh? Yeah! Cuddle puddle!" Luffy cheers as he follows them.

[my-blind-album]

Satisfied

A Lady Lesso Fanfiction based on the Hamilton song 'Satisfied'.

16 years old:

An Ever and a Never relationship was the most down-looked and revolting thing that could ever happen, it was also strictly forbidden. For decades, centuries and millennials having a scenario whereby an evil fell for good or vice versa had never happened before and everyone thought it was best to leave it at that. However, that changed when two adolescents; Y/n and Leonora met one evening in the garden.

"Who are you?" Y/n inquired at the redhaired girl who sat behind a large tree with a book in hand. If she hadn't decided to go around the garden she would easily missed the girl. "Lesso, Leonora Lesso. Who are you?" The redhaired girl looked up to girl standing in front of her, she couldn't make out what her face looked like cause of how dark it was. "My name is Y/n White," the redhead raises an eyebrow even-though she knew the girl probably wouldn't have noticed. "So you're the daughter of the honoured Snow White?" Y/n made a faint laugh before realizing that what the girl said wasn't a compliment and more of sarcasm.

Slightly frowning she asked, "Who are your parents? Is it Merida?". Leonora made a fake gasp and replied with, "Wow, what gave it away? My red hair?" She scoffed before continuing, "I'm not from this magical world, Princess." Perplexed with the new information that Y/n learned she inquired the redhead, "What do you mean?" "I'm from an outside world called Gavaldon."

"How did you get here?"

"I don't know, all I remember is being carried by a charcoal black and crimson red shadow which brought me to the school of evil."

"Wait- you're a Never?"

"Do I look like an Ever?"

Y/n fell silent before saying, "Well...I don't know, I can't see your face in this darkness, how were you even reading?" Leonora uses her finger glow to make a purple light beam shine from her index finger. "Fair enough, you have a really beautiful finger glow by the way." Y/n stated still mesmerized by the lavender-purple. Leonora only silently murmured a 'thank you' before making a lantern appear and holding it up so she and the girl before her could see their surroundings.

Before Leonora could ask about the girl's finger glow, her eyes darted to the Evergirl's face and she went mute, mesmerized with the girl's beauty. The girl's eyes were complement well with the light from the lantern and her skin shined underneath it too. The girl was wearing a beautiful, beige ankle length dress that held her hips well. Leonora's cheeks tinted as she felt embarrassed for feeling what she felt for the girl's stunning appearance.

"Leonora, are you okay? You were gonna say something till you stopped, if there something behind me?" Y/n asked as she quickly turned behind her but was met with nothing but a bush whose leaves swayed with the breeze. Coming to her senses Leonora shook her head and looked at Y/n's eyes and used them as a focus point to prevent herself from staring down at the girl's plump lips.

"I wanted to ask you, what colour your finger glow is." Y/n elegantly lifted her right index finger and a white light beamed. "See, it's basic," she stated before closing her fingers into a palm to form a fist. "Maybe so, but it's also a good thing for your finger glow to be that colour," Leonora exclaimed as her voice softened a bit as well as the gaze she had on the girl. "Why do you say so?" Leonora uses her magic to keep the lantern up by itself and went down to pick up her book and showed the girl, a page she was previously reading which had a black cat image as the bookmark. "Here it states that: Anyone whose finger glow beams that of a white colour, means that they are pure of heart."

"That sounds, pretty cool actually." Y/n stated, a bit taken-a-back by the news but also amazed by it. The two girls went silent and awkwardly looked around their surroundings, watching as leaves on the ground would be blown away by the wind, how beautifully the moon's light shone on both of their schools, giving that of good a stunning appearance and evil a horrifying one.

"It's getting late, I have to get back to my school or else my dean will sit me down in an isolated room and be at neck with an axe." Leonora said breaking the unpleasant silence with an unpleasant statement.

"Why would they do that? That's...that's-"

"Evil?' Leonora cut her mid-sentence already knowing what she wanted to say and she only shrugged her shoulders. "It's the punishment that Nevers who disobey our dean's rules undergo in, and one of rules is to be in our respective dorms during curfew hours." "I guess I need to go too, my roommate will be the one at my neck but with her hands, bombarding me with her numerous questions." Y/n said, smiling at the thought of how she'd have to explain to her friend why she was late.

"That sounds, not Ever like," Leonora stated dumbfounded by the way Y/n describe her friend. "No, no- you misunderstood. Clarissa is an Ever at heart it's just that when she gets mad she tends to be a bit...scary and extra." Leonora sighs before putting one hand out for Y/n to shake, and Y/n happily accepted. After contemplating her next move, Y/n decided to embrace Leonora in a warm hug. The redhead's cheeks flush a deep red and she kept her gaze on the ground when Y/n pulls away. "Well...goodnight Leonora." The redhead's attention was caught by the mentioning of her name as she looked up to lock us with stunning girl before her. "Evilnight...Y/n."

-----

18 years old:

After the two girls' little interaction that night, they began having secret meetings in that same garden. They knew that what they were doing was risky, as it would jeopardize their reputations, mainly Y/n's since she was an Ever and the daughter of one of the most beloved Queens in all of fairy-tale history. However, the two girls cared for each other, adored one another...they were in love.

It was the week of the Evers Ball and Y/n was hoping to have Leonora as her date. It was also the year of their graduations so she wanted to end her last year of schooling breaking the forbidden rule and be able to openly express her love for her girlfriend. She knew Leonora would decline going though, she didn't like such events and she was also scared of getting caught and people having a more negative reaction to their relationship.

"Nora, please," Y/n begged. They were in their favourite spot of the garden, Leonora was sketching images of a tree with an apple as Y/n sat beside her with her hand laying lazily on the redhead's shoulder. Leonora sighed before she slightly turned her head to her girlfriend's and kissed the top of her forehead. "Sorry, my love, but I just can't and you know why." Y/n pouted her lips as she removed her head from her girlfriend's shoulder. Leonora looked at her with a soft smile, adoring how beautiful she looked upset, she leaned in and kissed her pouted lips trying to turn her frown upside down, which successfully worked as Y/n returned the passionate kiss and place her hands on the redhead's cheeks and caressed them delicately.

Eventually they parted but not a lot as their lips still partially brushed against one another. "I wish, that stupid rule didn't exist." Leonora spoke out. "I don't wanna have to see those revolting princes flirt you and ask you to be theirs." Y/n lets out a dry laugh. "You mean their dates to the ball?" Leonora shakes her head, "I mean, romantically, I've seen some of your male friends confess to you and wish for you to be their girlfriend." The redhead's eyes become a bit teary and she looks away trying to hide it, her tears, sadness, anger and jealousy. Y/n uses her index finger to turn her girlfriend's head to face her once more as she wipes a tear that falls on her lover's cheek. With a soft smile she says, "Then I assume that you've also seen me regret them all the time and cut ties with them. Nora, I will always choose you, you know why? It's cause I love you. And only you, whether or not we get caught, I will always want you, I'll stick with you till the end. Okay?" The redhead embraces Y/n in a tight hug and Y/n didn't mind that she was lacking oxygen, she would only occasionally get to see Leonora this vulnerable because she's always been taught to hind her emotions, so I'm not risking any chance to see her express herself.

Leonora decided to attend the Ever's ball as Y/n date, no matter how frightened and anxious she was about it. She loved Y/n and would do anything for her just as much as Y/n would do the same. Both girls have gone through other great lengths for another and going public about their love for one another would be the biggest one yet, as Y/n thought. But little did she know that the biggest sacrifice made would be by her.

On the night of the Ever's ball, Y/n stood in front of the mahogany doors of the hall, panicking. Around her was The Headmaster, her Dean of Good and Leonora's Dean of Evil. Their planned failed...miserably. Y/n and Leonora had entered the ballroom, hand-in-hand. All the Ever students, professors and the dean were mortified. They knew Leonora was a Never, from her black suit attire and cause was infamous in both schools for her mischievous behaviour. Leonora was immediately attacked by the fairies who tried to escort her off campus but she fought them off, the Dean decided to take matters into their own hands and blocked both of the girls out of the ballroom using a shield spell. Which lead them to the current situation they were in.

"What were you thinking?!" The Headmaster bellowed, his hands making extravagate movement causing Y/n to flinch. "We wanted to show everyone that there's nothing with feeling a romantic attraction to the Nevers as Evers," I exclaimed. The Dean of Evil looked down at Leonora who stood beside me. "Miss Lesso, where you apart of this?" They inquired the redhead who only smirked and said, "No." Y/n stared at her the girl beside her, dumbfounded by her answer, she tried to speak but the words got caught up in her tongue as she stammered a little 'What?' underneath her breath but loud enough for her girlfriend to hear.

"I was using her," Leonora stated confidently with her dirty smirk still attached to her face as she walked over to her Dean proudly. "She told me that she was in love with me and I thought it was revolting, but...I realized something, the daughter of the beloved Snow White...claims to like me romantically, this could work well in my favour. So I decided to swallow my pride and tell her a false 'I love you' so that I could have utter control over her." The Dean of Evil raised his eyebrow, impressed by her scheme while Y/n could only watch and listen in betrayal.

She recalled back to the first month of which they started dating, Leonora would occasionally ask Y/n for money and always exclaimed that it was for her to get potions she needed for her exams, or medication for a fever she had and Y/n would always give her the money she wanted. They started off simple at fifty golden coins, then they escalated to hundred, two hundred and fifty, three hundred and next thing Y/n was giving away over a thousand dollars to Leonora.

"I sucked out every dime, penny, quarter and dollar that I could get out of her and she willingly gave me every time cause she thought I 'loved her' as much as she did for me. I could never love someone, especially a filthy Ever such as herself." Leonora finally finished her little rant and her Dean merely laughed out loud and applauded her for the purely wicked things she did. "Why would you all of this?" Y/n inquired the redhaired who turned to look at her with a hint of disgust in her face. Y/n tried looking for a hint that Leonora was lying to her and everyone but she couldn't find none of it, not even in her eyes. And everyone knows that; eyes don't lie.

"It's simple Miss White, I don't like you, I never did. Did you really think that I'd care enough for you? I guess you must've not seen that page in the book I showed you all those years ago. "What do you mean? What page?" Leonora lifted up her right index finger and a dark purple light beamed. "I told you that your white light symbolized pure heart, remember?" Y/n eagerly nodded her head wanting to get to the bottom of the redhead's scheme. "Right next to that page was one that talked about a dark purple light, it stated; A person whose finger glow is a dark colour of any kind, it symbolizes that the person has a heart of Pure Evil." She ended her statement proudly, her iconic smile still on her face. "Don't be so down on yourself though, I did play my act extremely well."

"No kidding," I scoffed. All emotions of betrayal, heartbreak, sadness, and anger were all mixed up within Y/n. The Dean of Good finally spoke up and told the Dean of Evil to leave the building and return to their school with Leonora. Y/n tried to defend herself but it was no use, both the Dean and Headmaster believed Leonora's case and refused to listen to your reasoning. The next day, Y/n was expelled from the school however she still got her graduation certificate but didn't get to walk on the stage and wasn't even invited to the graduation ceremony. Her parents were ashamed by her actions and she was forced to marry a Prince by the name Arthur.

Y/n didn't even try to convince her parents to change their minds, she felt as if she deserved it. It was her fault for trusting evil, people were right about her...she was just as naïve as her mother. During the day of her wedding, she reunited with an old friend of hers, Clarissa Dovey. Y/n felt embarrassed seeing her best friend, thinking she'd feel ashamed that of her actions but she was wrong to her delight. Clarissa embraced Y/n in her arms telling her how much she missed her and would always be by her side, even with the scandal she went through. Y/n tried to convince her otherwise but Clarissa refused to listen she promised to be with her and Y/n only tightened the hug and let her tears cascade down her cheeks.

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37 years old:

Years passed by and everything went back to normal, people merely only talked about Y/n's affair as a fairy-tale and it soon became a forgotten topic. Fortunately for Y/n, the Ministry of the magic world uplifted the rule after the an incident happened when two girls from a small town came to the Schools of Good and Evil and coincidentally made both schools merge together. Y/n could help but send a mental 'thank you' to the two girls even though they returned back to their home. Her dream finally came true, good and evil were one. When the news broke out, at first people were hesitate but sooner everyone got used to it. Y/n's husband, King Arthur, confessed to her that although he loved her, he was in love with his ex-boyfriend who he had to break up with to protect their secret. Y/n felt happy for her now ex-husband, she actually did enjoy their marriage as to her surprise, he was kind, empathetic, smart and overall a true prince. They became good friends through their marriage and after their divorce they were best friends, both of them felt free even though they didn't mind being tied to one another.

King Arthur left the palace to Y/n to which she was grateful for and they didn't have any kids during their marriage because they didn't feel comfortable doing so and weren't even sexually attracted to one another so they wouldn't have a chance to enjoy it and they were both virgins and wanted their first times to be with someone they loved.

A month after the divorce, Y/n was living in her palace with her white cat, Snowy and her white rabbit, Frosty. She was accompanied with some guards and maids cause she couldn't clean and the house was too big to clean by herself in the first place. Y/n was in her bedroom talking with Frosty as Snowy laid on her lap asleep. One of the maids then entered her room after knocking handing her a letter sent from her best friend: Clarissa Dovey.

She excitedly opened, she didn't have any friends apart from her pets, Arthur and Clarissa so she was always giddy when she'd receive a letter from her two human friends. The letter was a wedding invitation to Clarissa's wedding. Clarissa had been talking about a person who she met and couldn't but feel attracted too and wrote to Y/n for advice at most times and Y/n was always happy to help her. The person she loved made her happy and that was enough for Y/n. However when she read the invitation, she choked on her coffee and stared at the letter, heartbroken.

Clarissa...was marrying Leonora.

[radiantblog-cod]

Call of duty incorrect quotes part 1

141 seeing a woman with a hoodie over her head and soap feels playful:

Soap: „5£ she’s brunette.“

Ghost: „Johnny, she’s blonde. 5£.“

Gaz: „You both are wrong- black hair. 5£.“

Price: „oh damn why are you all so childish?! Redhair- 5£!“

——-

Ghost: „was a pleasure doing business with ya….“

[theostrophywife]

nonsense.

i don't want no one else, baby i'm in too deep.

here's a lil song i wrote, it's about you and me.

masterlist a/n: i heard this song and immediately thought about meeting az for the first time at rita's and being absolutely stunned at how pretty he is and instantly forming a crush. summary: during a wild girl's night out, mor introduces you to a certain shadowsinger.

mor had been begging to take you on one of her infamous wild night out for weeks. it was her remedy for a breakup: go out, get drunk, and party until you could no longer remember your ex boyfriend's name.

it wasn't a bad plan and after you took the time to truly get over your last relationship, you finally obliged your friend. mor was elated. as a new resident of velaris, she couldn't wait for you to meet her friends—her family as she called them, and you were equally as excited. you'd heard a lot about rhys, feyre, amren, cassian, nesta, elain, and lucien, but not nearly as much as azriel, who mor seemed to think would be a great match for you.

while you had gotten over the heartbreak of your breakup, you weren't sure you were ready to put yourself out there again. a fact that you reminded mor of as the two of you got ready in your apartment.

the blonde only nodded, piling on dark kohl on your eyes and swiping a bright shade of red on your lips. with mor being mor, you knew that she was probably only half-listening, already forming a plan to push you headfirst into the city of starlight's dating pool. you didn't mind. it'd been a while since you'd gone out with mor and you knew you'd have fun. you always did with her. you'd drink those fruity little cocktails and probably end up dancing on tables by the end of the night. you could hardly wait.

rita's was absolutely packed, which made sense since it was a saturday night. but you and mor skipped over the line winding around the street and came in through the back entrance. perks of being close friends with the high lord's third-in-command, she'd said with a wink.

you laughed as she led you inside, the music and lights and dancing making your body come alive. mor wasted no time and had gotten you shots of something strong. you didn't ask what it was as the two of you clinked your glasses together and downed the alcohol. it set your body buzzing and your lips tingling.

it was three shots in when mor's friends finally found you in the packed crowd. rhys and feyre arrived first, followed by nesta and cassian. rhys made pleasant conversation and asked how you were adjusting to velaris, to which feyre fondly referred to as rhys activating his 'high lord' mode. it made you chuckle. by the way they teased each other, you could tell that the mated couple was deeply in love.

you' instantly got along with cassian after you chugged a tall glass of ale without spilling a single drop. nesta had rolled her eyes as he tried and failed to mimic your actions, but thanked you after you asked if she'd like a water or seltzer since you remembered mor mentioning that nesta didn't drink.

elain and lucien arrived just as rhys was telling you about the time that he had to pay for the damages cassian caused to the bar countertop when he decided to do a strip tease in the middle of happy hour. the redhaired male and the pretty brunette were pleasant and welcoming, but you could tell this wasn't their scene. they only joined you for about an hour or so before bowing out.

amren was terrifying, but she'd brought varian with her and she seemed to soften with him by her side. the prince was charming and an old acquaintance of yours when you used to visit adriata with your family as a child. you'd asked after cresseida and tarquin, glad to hear that the two were doing well and making significant changes within the summer court.

the shadowsinger came last. caught up in official spymaster duties, cassian had told you with a wink. honestly, he was just as bad as mor. he even asked if mysterious, broody males were your type. you'd laughed it off, but the answer would've been a resounding yes.

and then azriel walked through the door.

your jaw actually dropped. because are you fucking kidding? the dark hair and sharp cheekbones and carved jawline and utterly imposing figure that was headed straight towards you couldn't be a real, actual male. he looked like something carved by the gods.

shadows swirled around him like smoke, enveloping the enormous wings at his back. he looked like darkness personified.

you could hardly meet that burning gaze, swirls of the deepest greens and browns flecked with golden rings that blazed like the heart of a forge. and gods, you weren't even breathing, couldn't even hear what mor was saying as she introduced you to this gorgeous male.

"it's nice to finally meet the infamous y/n. mor's told me a lot about you." a hint of mischief, a touch of teasing as he took your hand in his.

you smiled, trying to ignore the warmth of his skin against yours or the way his large hand enveloped over yours. "only the good bits, i hope."

"nothing but the best, my lady."

that voice...cool and smoky and downright seductive. you could've listened to him talk for ages.

now that the whole party had arrived, mor called for a celebratory shot. a round of the strongest liquor, passed around through the group with a hint of salt and lime to ease the burn. azriel had settled by your side and it was his glass that clinked against yours as you all downed your drinks. he chuckled as cassian winced at the taste, but kept his eyes on you as you threw the liquor back with a straight face. a lick of salt and a drop of lime and you couldn't even feel the burn. if anything, the liquor made everything warm and delicious and pleasantly hazy.

as the nerves of first impressions dissipated, you found that you actually really liked mor's friends. they were funny and nice and overall welcoming. none more than azriel.

you talked a bit about your home in the winter court and your new role as principal at the velaris ballet.

"so, what exactly does a shadowsinger do?" you asked, leaning against the marble countertop. "i don't suppose you'd grace us with your angelic voice tonight?"

azriel chuckled and the sound skittered over you like a torrential wind, cooling your overheated skin. "wrong type of singer," he'd teased. "a shadowsinger is just who i am. though angelic is probably the last word anyone would use to describe me."

"oh?" you'd retorted with a raised brow. "with a pretty face like yours, i seriously doubt it."

he leaned in and that delicious combination of night chilled mist and cedar enveloped you on all sides. he smelled delicious. you wanted to drown in it. "i'm not the one that people travel across prythian to watch."

"damn right they do," mor announces proudly, draping an arm across your shoulders. "you should see her up on that stage. she kills it every time." a mischevious smirk curves across the pretty blonde's face. "in fact, why wait? come on, y/n. let's show them how it's done."

with that, your friend dragged you over to the dance floor. the music blared and the faelights flashed and the dancer within you emerged. morrigan was a great partner, moving with the beat as the two of you did what you do best. you were graceful, twirling and turning effortlessly as mor spun you around. azriel couldn't keep his eyes off of you.

"told you i'd make you forget all about that sorry ex of yours!" mor exclaimed as you gyrated to the pounding beat.

"who?" you joked. mor threw her head back in laughter and you joined her, grateful that you'd agreed to come out tonight.

"you were great out there," azriel said an hour later as you slipped out into the quiet street. he hadn't joined the rest of his friends out on the dance floor, preferring to sit back and watch, wreathed by his shadows. but you could feel his gaze on you the entire time.

the chattering of the rest of your group hummed through the balmy night, but the two of you stayed behind, lingering on the outskirts as you walked side by side.

"you should've joined us, shadowsinger."

he smirked and just when you thought he couldn't be more attractive, azriel proved you wrong. "perhaps i will the next time you come out with us."

"always leave them wanting more," you said with a chuckle. "a smart strategy."

"i can't very well show all my cards at once, can i?" was he flirting? azriel knocked his shoulder against yours, his wing briefly brushing against your back. "perhaps we can make a deal. i'll show you mine if you show me yours." oh, he was most definitely flirting.

you laughed, the sound of it deeper and huskier than you've ever heard yourself. "i bet you say that to all the ladies."

"only the exceptionally beautiful ones and i've only come across one of those, so far." his gaze danced over the flush spreading through your cheeks. "save me a seat at your next performance and i promise i'll show you all the dance moves in my arsenal. even the embarrassing ones."

"are you trying to bribe me, azriel?"

"only if it's working."

"friday night. front row."

he smiled. "i'll be there, my lady."

the rest of your group parted ways, some winnowing, some flying. the shadowsinger stayed behind, pressing a kiss onto your knuckles. he bid you goodnight before launching into the sky in a dark blur.

mor smirked, draping an arm over your shoulder. "aren't you glad i convinced you to come out with me tonight?"

you chuckled, bumping your hip against hers as you tore your gaze away from the starry sky. "i think i'm going to like it here."

[beanghostprincess]

Transfem auntie buggy ideas again bc AAAA BRANROT I LOVE WOMEN-

Ya know,,,,, how Oda said,,,,,, Buggy COULD be really fucking powerful if there was effort put in? What if in transfem Buggy world, the effort was due to dysphoria-fueled depression and anxiety. Coming out ((and having such blatant and unrepentant support, from her lovers AND the Guild in its entirety)) leads to her actually... feel okay-ish. It's not a sudden in-all-fix-it ((she needs a PLETHORA of therapies)), but it starts her on a good path. Thay first step was difficult, but it was made... so much easier. Which leads to the second step. The third. The fourth.

And now that Buggy isn't having seventy four panic attacks every three minutes, she can devote some Brain Space to other things - her weapon making has become a sort of fidget toy type of situation, and she's.. actually really gotten a knack for this, over the years. She'd never call herself prodigal ((lowkey even if she is, with chemistry, physics and spatial awareness, she's so deep in the I'm A Liar hole that she doesn't clock that just.... Getting It isn't normal)).

Croc and Hawk are very supportive, even if they bully her (consensually).

And eventually, they even deign to try teaching her Haki - just to realize she's... been using it constantly almost her whole life. Her Observation is innate, acute, and one of the reasons she's so charismatic and able to reign in a crowd. It's both a talent for manipulation and also a form of reactive observation haki - by shifting her own energy among her followers, prospective or otherwise, she can encourage a specific reaction. It's a mix of Skill, Natural Talent and smoke and mirrors.

Learning that makes her wonder - if Haki can be so dynamic and THEN SOME, what other places has she not considered such an approach? Her weapons? Training? Her... her devil fruit...?

It's a paramecia. It affects her body, and she's gotten some rather decent control of it. Do paramecias awaken like zoans? Do logias? New Fixation Hours. She goes a little feral with the possibilities.

Suddenly, it seems like all of these little walls she never noticed before have fallen away, leaving a vast horizon of possibility.

Shanks will take a bit to arrive at Karai Bari, and he's expecting a specific version of his former best friend (or former love or former sibling, depending on Preferred Shuggy Flavor). He is anticipating the Buggy he saw a few years ago, but this time Woman Mode.

Crocodile and Mihawk's protective hovering is not exactly smth he anticipated, but he's willing to roll with that! His lovely Bug is just so pretty, he HAS to tell her, see her for himself, it's not even a want, it's not a desire, he needs it the way hee needs sea salt in his hair and a hilt in his hand and air in his lungs.

Buggy, meanwhile has skipped right tf over many emotions, instead Fueled By Hyperfixation, and while part of her is absolutely REELING at Shanks showing up unannounced on HER island, another part is cackling in mad scientist and saying "convince him to guinea pig, 'for old time's sake'." Shanks is WEAK to Buggy Begging Eyes, and Croc and Hawk ((while also weak but not exactly as weak as Shanks, they can pretend)) are watching and honestly laughing internally bc....

Well. Buggy's on a ROLL. And Shanks is her newest toy.

Poor Redhair has NO IDEA what he's in for...

SHE'S A QUEEN SHE'S A PRINCESS SHE'S LITERALLY LIVING IN MY HEAD RENT FREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is actually canon to me. Okay. Okay? She was just insecure and dealing with dysphoria and now she's the queen of the world. She owns it. Shanks is such a simp he's gonna let her do anything lmfao. And Mihawk and Crocodile absolutely love her and it's even funnier to bully her this way. And she's,,, She's so powerful. Queen. Absolutely amazing. Sexy but also really cute. Prettiest clown you've ever seen. HAVE YOU THOUGHT ABOUT HER CLOTHES??? Because I have so many outfits in mind I am going INSANE. And I can't stop thinking about Luffy and her getting along and Luffy being extremely happy (not to mention Sanji, Don't- Don't let Sanji see her because maybe he dies. Me too).

[mrs-barnes-rogers-writes]

Mrs Barnes-Rogers Writes Masterlist

A Second Chance Is A Better Chance

Marvel AU

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader; Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega reader; Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Witch reader; eventual Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega witch reader x ?

Theme: A/B/O

Summary: Rejected by your true mate at 21, you’ve given up on the Fates and the Moon Goddesses giving you a second chance. Being a Roamer for the last 9 years, you’re an Omega hardened by the world. You’re safe on your own because of your witchcraft, but it doesn’t stop Alphas and plenty of others sniffing around, especially when you’re an unmated Omega witch, who’s wolf also happens to be white, the rarest kind. You don’t need anyone, but why do you keep coming back to Brookville and why do you keep walking into trouble and helping people that you don’t know but for some strange reason feel like family. And where is that smell of apple pie coming from?

The Fate Of A Fae

Marvel AU

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader x Steve Rogers

Theme: Soulmates / Monster/Fantasy AU

Summary: Natasha Romanoff is a meddling, pain in the ass Sprite, who you wrongly thought would leave you alone once you introduced her to your best friend, Darcy. News flash, she doesn’t and she won’t. Not when she thinks you’re a perfect match for two of her best friends. Could she be right? Maybe. Just don’t tell her that.

“Never tell Natasha Romanoff she was right” - Clint Barton

Sometimes Your Soul Family Is The Only Family You Need

Marvel AU

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader x Steve Rogers

Theme: Soulmates

Summary: 18 months ago you were a mess but with the help of your close friends you start to rebuild your life. Your soul friendships maybe chaotic but they're your family, just as you're theirs. With one of them about to have a baby, you and your misfit friends are here to visit. But will you stay? And what will the small town think of you having two soulmates and why do you keep finding yourself in the same place as a bunch of hot bikers.

"Sometimes families are assholes, sometimes your soul connections mean far more than family ever can. Sometimes your soul family is the only family you need." - Nurse Maggie

Pretty As A Picture

Marvel

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Theme: Soulmates

Summary: When Bucky fell from the train, their soulmate was told he was gone. When Steve Rogers disappeared into the ice, their soulmate was again told one her soulmates were gone. But she didn't believe it. Couldn't believe it. Committed to a mental health institute, she dies of a broken heart. That's at least what the hidden S.H.I.E.LD files say, but if that's the case than why is there a photo of her. A photo that shows her side by side two redhaired Avengers.

The Pull Of You

Marvel

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Theme: Soulmates

Summary: You meet Steve and Bucky on a Tuesday. Steve ignores the soulmate pull, Bucky can't. There's something about you that neither can shake, even when you're wearing one of Clint's tshirts and your unicorn slippers. After weeks of slipping into your bed Bucky decides he can't hold back anymore. He's telling you after the mission, whether Steve is all in or not. When you don't come back from the mission, they are both ready to burn the world down and the team have the matches to help. But is everything as it seems and have they been betrayed by someone on the inside.

Angel

Marvel AU

Pairing: Alpha Steve Rogers x Enhanced Omega Reader x Alpha Bucky Barnes

Theme: A/B/O

Summary: It's different when you're enhanced. Everything is different, every smell, every sound, touch, feelings. The way it's different doesn't make sense unless you are enhanced. Throw in what comes with Alpha and Omega instincts, and the intensity of your presentation is even more than any other. When you find yourself in need of help you can call on the alpha you trust the most, Natasha Romanoff. You just don't expect to find your alphas at the same time. Are you really enough for them? And can you really be the Luna to the Avengers.

"To be loved, to be loved by your mate is everything." - Wanda Maximoff

Our Lost Girl, Our Babydoll Masterlist

Marvel AU

Pairing: Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Reader x Alpha Bucky Barnes

Theme: A/B/O

Summary: A bookshop and a spilled coffee leads you to Clint. He leads you to Natasha, and you lead them both to your best friend Darcy. They try to introduce you to Bucky and Steve but you're full of excuses and Irish goodbyes. Until Bucky catches your scent on Natasha and he's sliding in your DM's and offering to help pack up Darcy's apartment. Steve wants to give their bookworm the world and your Irish goodbyes won't slip passed him, because his eyes never leave you. But what's giving you the lost look in your eyes?

The Feral Princess Masterlist

Marvel AU

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

Theme: Soulmate AU / Medieval / Fantasy / Soulmate Marks

Summary: Bucky and Steve have known they were soulmates since they were children. Fate bringing a then sickly Steve and the future King together. War takes them apart and throws them back together over and over, in and out of each other lives, arms and beds. But something is missing and throughout, they know they are missing their third and final piece. The kingdom is now Bucky's and Steve's, the latter now a leader and no longer a sickly child. Both are war heroes, with the respect of their country and those that surround it. They are a force to be reconned with, admired and respected within the other royal houses. They could have any maiden or princess they wanted, but they don't want just anyone. They want their soulmate. They want their princess. Even if she is known as The Feral Princess.

Fancy a cuppa? My Ko-Fi.

[weirdsht]

Lost - lotcf & reader

notes: hi ahahahaha I've been gone for what? 1 or 2 years? So many things happened lol. I'm gonna do my thesis next year, I think I'm about to become an orphan? My extended family is out to get my life, I think it's the same for my bio dad, overall life has been a rollercoaster. Like every time I try to get back to my hobbies something happens, but I won't let that stop me from fangirling lol

Anyways! that's not what y'all are here for, you're here for the fic!

tags: novel spoilers (late part of book 1), set in endable, transmigrator!reader, naru calls ws "eldest uncle" because that's what the wiki says (but i'm not sure because i forgot huhu), reader is a shrimp stuck between two whales

English isn’t my first language so there will be grammatical errors

Pls don't repost my work anywhere without my permission

Constructive criticisms are more than welcome

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@eggb67 said: So imagine this, reader is from a complete waste land of a dimension and she crash lands into TOCF with no clue of where she is. She runs into WS and the first thing she does is attack him because he looks similar to the person who had been really close when it came to killing her.

The world you came from was one in chaos. Everyone has to fight to survive as if only barbarians lived there. It hadn’t always been like that. One thing leads to another; before you know it, the world is deserted, and only the strongest or the wittiest survive.

Survive, that was exactly what you were trying to do before you lost. Of course, the day you try to get food you encounter some bloodthirsty madman and die…

Well, at least you thought you did. 

You were sure the knife was going to stab your heart. To be honest, you accepted it, living in that world was tiring. You figured that since you have nothing left, no family, friends, or material things, then it should be fine if you disappear.

That’s why you were shocked when you opened your eyes and saw that you were in a different place. The place may be different but you can see the same madman that tried to kill you. 

And it would only be just to try and strike back right?

However, as you were about to swing your arms, that’s still injured, two men who look like knights blocked your movements. This made you fall over and sit on the ground.

“Explain yourself! Who are you and how did you appear here out of the blue?”

Now just what kind of roleplay is this? You were certain that you were in some dingy alley before. But now you look like you’re in a castle, or at least some luxurious lodging.

“Explain myself? I’m the most confused here. Who the hell are you people and where am I? Also, that bastard over there looks like the dude that killed me earlier.”

Now that you look at it properly the man that supposedly tried to kill you was the same but at the same time different. This man also had red hair and was wearing a white mask, but their clothes looked vastly different. Their aura was also different. This one feels more shrewd and has the vibe of a ruler.

Speaking of the mysterious man, he only looked at you as if he found a new toy to play with. That look only lasted for less than a second before it was replaced by a look of concern.

“There seems to be a misunderstanding, but first… Naru are you okay?”

Only then did you notice the white-haired kid near you. He looked shocked but seemed to be fine otherwise. Usually, you were soft when it came to kids.

But your instincts were telling you that this one isn’t a kid.

You have no way of proving it, but years- no decades of trying to survive in your forsaken world has honed your instincts. And your instincts were telling you three things:

The white-haired kid is not a kid

The redhaired man is dangerous

The kid is dangerous too but you’ll have a better chance of survival with him.

“Don’t worry Eldest Uncle no harm was done.”

“That’s good… Well usually we would send attackers like you to prison but as I said there seems to be a misunderstanding. You also don’t seem to be from here and look lost.”

Everyone around you started whispering about how merciful this White Star guy is. From the not-so-hush whispers, you gathered that these two are big shots in this place with the redhead being their ruler. 

That also confirms that you’re now in a world you have no idea of.

Your world doesn’t have a ruler. Well, it had one before but that was decades ago. The sight of people being orderly and following a single person seems so foreign to you now.

“Eldest Uncle if I may, can I take this person with me back home? I wish to treat their injuries and find out how they got here.”

It was only then you remembered that you were injured. Of course, all of them were from the madman from the other world. Just remembering about that encounter made you pissed. 

You kept your emotions in check and listened in on the conversation about you. They were acting as though you didn’t even exist, but it was fine. All you have to do right now is stay quiet and not offend anyone. You have to survive this room first then find out where the hell are you after.

“Are you sure Naru? They may be dangerous and bring you harm…”

“I will be fine uncle. I really want to treat them, seeing someone appear out of nowhere weak and battered reminded me of my own health. Thus why I wish to help them.”

The not-really-brat seemed to be a good actor.

You were far from weak. You may be injured, but not weak. If you want to you can still cause havoc in this place. That Naru guy seemed to know it too. His gaze only landed on you for a second but you can tell he has a good grasp of your strength.

That’s fine as it looks like he's trying to get you away from the more dangerous man so you played along.

As if touched by the kid’s words you tried to get up but only to fall back again. You added in some coughs for a good measure. 

Naru and White Star went back and forth a bit more with White Star saying he was worried and Naru adamantly proclaiming they just wanted to help a weak person like him. Luckily in the end White Star resigned and allowed Naru to do whatever he wanted on the condition that if you did anything rash Naru was to tell him immediately.

Soon enough you were being escorted out of the hall you were in to go to Naru’s residence with the help of some servants. The whole time you could feel White Star’s gaze on you and it felt just like how a mad scientist would look at their new test subject victim.

Let’s just hope you don’t have to meet him anytime soon.

[aziraphales-library]

Heyoo y’all are damned saints; got any Ineffable Wives fluff? 👀 (no E)

Hiii! Here are some fluffy ineffable wives fics...

forever, always, ever after by spiltinksky (G)

Aziraphale and Crowley wake up and get ready together. Just a short story of their morning.

two snow angels (demons) against the world by Flores_De_Junio (G)

“Do you want to make a snow angel with me? We can have them hold hands.” “Oh angel, I'm not sure I could.” “Why do you say that?” “I'd be so overwhelmed with the urge to kiss you I would destroy them completely.” In which Crowley wants to make her girlfriend's birthday special and she is also head over heels in love.

Rebels by Ashfae, Dashicra1, elf_on_the_shelf, MirjamOmens (T)

Crowley's punk rock band, The Smouldering Devils, has a gig. So far, so Tuesday. But she hasn't reckoned with the unexpectedly adorable owner of the club--and Ms. Fell certainly isn't prepared for a rude, redhaired singer to cause so much internal upheaval. Perhaps they have more in common than it first seems...

When God Closes a Door, She Opens a Window, But It's Up to You to Find It by White Queen Writes (Y)

Crowley goes through unconventional lengths to escape a bad blind date... ... and ends up finding an angel in an unexpected place.

The Art of Human Nature by IneffableDoll (T)

Crowley is a painter who has only ever had an eye for nature. That is, until a client named Aziraphale commissions her for a painting to boost her self-confidence, and Crowley discovers that her client is as beautiful as the Earth itself. Then she goes and catches feelings, because she’s a disaster.

Love at Eden Hills by myfinejacksauce (T)

In a town called Eden Hills, technologically advanced and populated by geniuses and expert scientists in every field, what could possibly ever go wrong? Or Aziraphale runs into a person from her past. Crowley doesn't remember her past. Cue the meddling and pining.

- Mod D