#tw: anxiety mentions

[elizabeaufort]

⸻ Once more the show for the week, a sentiment of fulfillment for her work, and Elizabeth was heading home, what surprised her was to see a man seemingly waiting for her in the dark in the parking lot. Liz squealed startled to the lowkey familiar face. 'Lux! There you are… It's me. Chon. ' The mysterious male appeared from the darkness revealing himself by the lights of the post, and Liz put a hand on her own thumping heart. ❛ Oh, thank God! I thought it was a stranger. How are ya doing, mate? Did you watch the show? ❜ The Aussie asked as he smirked at her questions. 'I couldn't watch it. I miss you at the club, is there any way that I can make you return? I have the contacts and they can re-hire you. ' Chon was trying out the small talk with her, in which she was falling easily on the bait. Chon was one of the guys obsessed with her, and ever since she left the strip club, he was hunting her down, stalking every movement she did. Sometimes, he gave her flowers when she finished her shift at the club. Occasionally, he gave her drugs, like on her birthday, he was the one to give her heroine. ⏤ ❛ Are you here because I owe you money? I told you I could pay for the drugs. ❜ Liz asked after a while. ' No, Lux. A gift is a gift, and I told you I don't want you to deal with the wrong people. I'm here to see you. And can you do me a favor? I don't understand much about pets. How about you help me to see if what I found is okay? It's in my car. Besides, you're an Aussie, and you people are good with pets. ' Chon said, and she rolled her eyes, she hates when people point out "oh, you're an Aussie, could you handle the snake? spider etc. " That's really annoying.

Liz was finding this conversation kind of weird. But shrugs off the oddities. She would excuse herself and leave if he was somebody she NEVER saw in her life. That was not the case. She went to see what he had on his trunk when he opened it, it was kind of dark before she was able to pick up her phone to turn the lantern on, he used a stone to hit on her head, knocking her out. Chon said 'sorry' to her, as he used tape to tie her up, put a mask on her face in which she couldn't see anything, and fit her inside. ⎯ After a long ride, he arrived at the house, in the middle of nowhere, away from the town. And put her in a basement with bad lighting, chained, in a place with rusty objects, including the chains on her, and bad hygiene.

…

MEANWHILE.

The elder Beaufort, was finding it odd. He double-checked the time on his watch. He decided to call Alex, but left a voice message: ❛ Hi, erhm… Sorry to bother you, but Lux is at your place? It's just she hasn't back from work. Normally, she just text me. Maybe she is mad at me, women! Ok, au revoir.❜ Message by Claude around 5. AM.

6 AM.

The twins woke up. ❛ Mamma! Mamma! ❜ Both rushed to the door, as they heard footsteps in the corridor. Claude went to spy, but there wasn't nobody. The Frenchman then decided to call to a few of her friends that he knew. ❛ Hi, I don't do this often but Lux is here? I need help with my grandchildren. ❜ And call to one, or two or three friends… Nothing. He organized his grandchildren to the daycare and prepared their backpacks, forgetting to put a snack in one of them, and the toys. Lilou went with messy hair, and Beau went to the daycare, with an unwashed face, and messy hair.

3 days later…

No sign of Elizabeth. And then he decided to go to Westside, it wasn't the days she worked there but the last time she left she went for work. 'I'm sorry, I didn't see her'. Her car was found, and he had a bad feeling. A worker from the parking lot saw Claude seeing her daughter's car, and handed him her purse, and the phone with battery died.

On the same day, Claude. ❛ Alexander, I have a bad feeling. I think she's gone. Help me to find my daughter. I don't know what to do. If I didn't know her better, I would say she did the same thing as her mother. I found her car, her phone and her purse, at work. Did you fight with my daughter? You two argue?! I need to know! ❜ Claude said distraught in the voice message.

2 WEEKS.

No sign.

Nearly, 3 WEEKS.

'No one will come to get you. This place is soundproof.' Chon said, looking at Liz. And the blonde just spits on his face. ❛ Let me out! ❜ She yelled, and Chon wiped her spit and slapped at her face, leaving her chained, and switching off the lights, leaving her in the darkness again.

@alexcalder

[briarrosedahl]

𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 a conversation with her older brother (asking if she could travel with Laurie), Martina smooched at Eli's cheek, before rushing to see her fiancé. She still could not believe, she was finally engaged to the man of her dreams. Laurie had spoiled her a lot on the night prior that was her birthday. She couldn't open up all the gifts, but she was already using one of the dresses, he gifted her. Since they had to depart, she decided to open everything up when she gets to her final destination, because everything was so well packed, and well, she didn't bring with her much luggage when she first arrived in Switzerland. A lot of things she had sold, to buy art supplies, but even her art supplies were in low quantity because one of the swans ruined them.

She gets inside the carriage (super fast, so she doesn't pay attention on the horses, the animal she fears), a bit breathless, because she delayed a little. ❛ Sorry. I just want to talk to my brother first, but everything is okay, amore mio. ❜ She assured him, and hold his hand. Her brown heart beating was skipping, mostly because she saw the horses, and traveling without them was inevitable. Especially for a long, journey.❛ We can go now.❜ If they were in complete silence he would hear her own heart beating, and her body tense. Cheeks blushed due to the heat of her own body. His carriage was very beautiful and comfortable.

💙 Laurie Rinaldi  @anxhoredheart​

[bejordan]

"almost everything will work again if you unplug it for a few minutes, including you."

“do you remember the last time you stepped foot in this office?”

yes… or at least could i remember?

when your brain has been on overload for quite some time, it is possible that you could forget plenty of things — even your own responsibilities and attending therapy was one of those things for JORDAN.

before life became hectic, therapy session were a must for the young

male. at first he had hesitated at the suggestion as he had a deep

conversation about it with his cousin. but, two sessions in and he felt

himself motivated to becoming a better version of himself.

unfortunately, anxiety was a major setback for plenty of the

opportunities he just could not become comfortable placing himself

in.

going back in time when JORDAN was around 5 years old was when

he experienced his first anxiety attack. it was a windy day, bright on

the stage, but dark clouds filling up the innocent child’s still forming

brain. he had been front and center performing a dance routine that

him and his team had been working on for about 2 months. one thing

had led to another and JORDAN was laying in a hospital room.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

“how are you feeling at this very moment? hold no emotion or thought back. ease your mind.”

JORDAN did not know where to begin. should he explain himself

in one shot or hold back? truth be told, he may of seemed happy on

the outside. but on the inside, his mind had been playing multiple

tricks on him. dancing had been his distraction for quite some time. if

he were stressed out even at the smallest things, you could find him

in a room with his favorite tunes blasting and his feet gliding across

the ground.

but this time felt a whole lot different and JORDAN was going to

make the attempt to resolve it.

[thebibliosphere]

I had a severe mast cell reaction to something last night for the first time in the longest time* and I can honestly say, hand on heart, I have no idea how I lived like that 24/7 for years.

I have no idea how I dealt with that nightly as a child, only to be yelled at and told to stop attention seeking, while last night my partner held me while I shook and prepared to stick me with an epi pen.

Thankfully he didn’t have to. Thankfully my airways cleared after my body purged itself of everything I’d eaten yesterday** and my heart rate began to climb down. But Jesus Christ, I am wrecked this morning.

* no idea why, only thing I can think of is hormones + sugar which can sometimes raise histamine levels

** everyone thinks anaphylactic reactions start with visible swelling and airway constriction, but for me it’s always been the much slower reaction of severe gastric symptoms which progresses to rapid elevated heartbeat, followed by agonizing acid reflux that burns through my whole chest and then if it doesn’t stop, my airways start to close while I simultaneously start to “fall asleep” (that’s the shock.)

Very rarely do I get visible swelling or hives unless whatever triggered the reaction was from skin contact or injected into my veins. So, just so you know, anaphylaxis doesn’t always look the way it does in the movies. I tell you this only in case it saves a life one day.

[shannonsketches]

Sure sex is great but has your extraterrestrial not-husband ever expressed affection by learning about things that happpen to humans and panicking

[crxwnedbarbie]

💌 (lavinia & luciana)

❛ My kedves (dear) Vivi… I feel so sorry for missing the party you hosted, although it wasn't my fault for the further events that happened throughout the day. It wasn't like I could predict the future. But other than that, I want to say I think I won't even send this letter to you. I miss you so much. I'm not good at explaining my sentiments. I miss the time when you weren't a queen. When I think of those times, it seems like a dream and it never existed. Am I insane for thinking that it happened once upon a time? I know that some days we fight, but I want to let you know I love you entirely. You are my sister and my idol, and I'll always stand by your side whenever you need me.

With love,

Barbie. ❜

❛ My kedves (dear) Luci,

You're the sister of another mistress to me. I feel like you are the one to actually comprehend me. I hope you know you can count on me for everything. I have some news! I haven't told my sisters yet, because it is a secret. I met an intelligent count the other day, and he took me to the commoner's tavern. But don't worry, I was disguised as one of the servants from the palace, wearing their clothes and using a new identity named Nicole, which is the French form for my middle name Nikol. The taverns aren't really the place I thought it would be, but there's a certain beauty in it, in watching people being happy in the midst of chaos, even if it is momentarily. I can tell the commoners knows how to have fun! I'll ask the count if he could bring me there again, or well the 'NICOLE' to the taverns. Just don't tell anyone, it is our secret. I'm having so much fun being Nicole. I can tell the rest in person, but I just want to let you know first in letters. And please tell me some spicy gossip too!

Love, Barbie. ❜

[elizabeaufort]

[ panic ] sender helps receiver through a panic attack

⏤ In that room filled with 'rich people', everything was so good until… That woman. Was her mother? It looks like her. Elizabeth wasn't keen to find out. As a matter of fact, she told Damien, she would be right back, acting weirdly. Going outside from this party, desperate to find fresh air, she heard footsteps behind her. A hand was rested on her chest. ❛ Damien, I think I'm having a heart attack. ❜ She warns him, as she feels him approaching. ❛ This is so stupid! ❜ Ah, when she gets nervous, or upset… Elizabeth 'laughs' instead of crying. And then, she laughs nervously at feeling so stupid. ❛ I'm dying… ❜ No, she wasn't. She was only having a panic attack, and she felt him hugging her, and she hugged him back, with a trembling body, her breath ragged, trying to calm down. ❛ I promise I'm not like this… ❜ She hated that he saw her vulnerable state, a side that she hated. ❛ You think I'm crazy, am I right? ❜ She felt him petting her back to smooth her anxieties, that was working.

// @dtoussaint

[bjorkncaddel]

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐄 about Neva, sometimes she did not realize when a person was joking or being serious, so when he said they would talk about it later, she imagined he was being serious. At this point, Neva should get used to her husband's joke. She bites his shoulder softly when he says she can sleep off at his 'no' as an answer. She may have said before she wanted a divorce from him, but all the time she truly did not mean that. It was the heat of the moment, and frankly delivering two babies and seeing her husband's smug smile, she really wanted to slap that face in that hour. It wasn't like nobody was in her body to know what she was going through or what her mind went through at that time. Giving orders is so easy, but she wanted to see people being in her place.

❛ It truly was Ry. You should've tasted it. ❜ She refers to the macarons. ❛ I don't know where Delia found them. I will ask her later. ❜ Macarons are not easy to find tasteful, some places make them so poorly. His grandma found it somewhere, it is just like the ones she ate in Paris. Every time she visits France, there is a bakery she loves in which they had the best macaron on the world to her. ⎯ The way he was stroking her head, combing her hair, making her drift to sleep easily. She loved hearing the sounds of his heartbeats, it was so soothing sound to her.

Neva heard him saying he was better now, but as he began to ask her about the wild idea, she already drifted to sleep, deeply. She was so sleepy, this is why the ratio of silence was long. For the first time in a big while they could sleep together, and be comfortable again.

“——we wouldn't be having a serious talk about getting a divorce,” he shook his head, laughing lightly. “I’d say no, and you could sleep it off,” he teased, pressing a long kiss against the crown of her head. in truth, he would never try to keep her by force, but he also loves her so much he wouldn’t give up on her, or them, easily either. but he hadn’t thought of it anyway, didn’t have a reason to; even as she asked for a divorce, he paid it little mind, knew it was in the heat of the moment fuelled by her anger so only said what he thought wouldn’t enrage her more without seeming like he was dismissing her statement ( though, he was, he had forgotten about it the very next moment ). the nurses had seemed more concerned than him, also half terrified by her ability to throw insults with a wit —which, he found so damn hilarious and endearing, but god-forbid he was dead if he said anything at that moment.

taking a moment to breathe her in and just hold her as they laid there wrapped up in each other; this was the calmer and most relaxed he had felt for months. to just be enveloped in her very presence, her scent, to feel the warmth of her body pressed against his; just a calm moment without them having to stress or worry about anything at present. laughing lightly as she explained the story with the macaroons. “so I am lucky they were tasty,” he teased, pinching her side lightly. his hand continued toying with the ends of her hair, combing through them, effortlessly; it was soothing to him too, to be able to hold her like this now without worrying about the IVs or the bump or her back pain. her head resting on his chest paired with her steady breathing was easily melting the last of his concerns away. cupping the side of her face he pressed a kiss on her forehead; fingers delved into her hair, gently massaging the back of her neck. damn, to love someone so fucking hard, truly, deeply; what a fool he had been to think what love was before her.

she snuggled closer to him and he smiled. “rest, baby,” voice low as he spoke, as if to not disturb the quiet. they could rest, in fact, since Chiara could feed the twins should they wake any time sooner than expected, and they could care for them afterward; it had been a long while since either of them had a good rest. medication was making Neva drowsy and sleepy a lot of the time, but that did not take away the back pain or the swollen feet, or the twins kicking and moving. “better now…” he admitted; he wasn’t ridden with an uncopious amount of stress and anxiety and felt like he could finally breathe a little —he had been so worried something could happen to her, it was hard to rest; any time he tried to get some rest he was barely able to stay asleep, feared something could happen to her in the middle of the night. holding her now, in their bed, in their home, he felt calm. “I have a wild idea, but how about a nap?” he teased, stroking her back. he was half about to drift off, lulled by her warmth and breathing; having her there safe and sound.

[briarrosedahl]

💙

𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄 the deal, there is only one person she does not mind to warn what she did. It is her twin. She knew the rest of her family will kill her. Or so this is what she thinks, the Italian princess was planning in run away for a few days, perhaps, her family would be so much better without her, but she does not know how to do it just yet. But she mentally planned on how she is going to escape. After a moment, she found her twin brother. ❛ Hey Gio. ❜ She waves her hand awkwardly, before going on, and the three guards that guards her was  a few feet away from her to give personal space. She was in fact 'caged', per usual. ❛ I have something to tell you. I broke the deal with the Dutch. I'm free. I will tell to Eli, but I'm afraid he'll hate me for ever. I can't... I just couldn't stay with that c family! I hope they don't throw a c on me now, or any of us. ❜ Martina never pronounce the word 'cursed', she always called 'c', because she is afraid of the cursed be infectious like virus. Maybe her queen was brainwashing her with foolishness at the beginning of the agreements... Terrorizing the princess, before her queen decided to be super fan of the Dutch to despise the Dauphin. Their queen HATED Laurie. ❛ Don't worry fratello, I know where I got myself into. I knew in my heart it is the right thing to do. And you all are free to hate me. I'm tired. I lost everything anyway. I have nothing to lose. ❜

@reinaxc​  | giovanni 

[hannahbarberra162]

Emperor's Prize (Alpha Shanks x Omega Reader)

18+ MDNI, on Ao3

Chapter 2

Oops! Accidentally wrote another yandere story. This time its Alpha Shanks and Omega Reader.

If I have to keep thinking about it, you can read about it. It’s cringe, it’s overdone, it’s annoying and I don’t care. I did proofread this, but I'll likely do so again in the coming days.

TW: depression, suicidal ideation mentioned, non-con, dubcon, whump, abuse

MIND THE TAGS!

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Shanks gets more than just the Poneglyphs when he destroys the Victoria Punk, he gets you too. Shanks is kinder than your previous owner, but an Emperor doesn't let treasures slip through his fingers.

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As you sat on the floor in Kid’s cabin, wrists shackled and chained to his bed, you heard the tell tale sounds of fighting. You knew that Kid was going after Red Haired Shanks in an effort to dislodge the Emperor and take his title. You would never say anything for fear of being slapped across the face or worse, but you didn’t think he was going to win. At least, you hoped he didn’t. You hoped the Emperor killed everyone on board, yourself included. It was what the crew deserved, and your torment would finally end. You would be free of the hell your life had become since the Kid Pirates had taken you from your home. It would probably be a better ending for you than anything else that would happen, anyway.

You’d been living on Beta Island incognito, hiding your status as an Omega. You didn’t want to be sold to a Celestial Dragon in your late teens, as your parents had planned for you. So you’d escaped your home island shortly before your 13th birthday, evading patrol after patrol, living your life on the run. Eventually, you found yourself on Beta Island, which suited you just fine. Only Betas were allowed to live on the island, avoiding all the trouble that the other two dynamics brought with them. You’d taken suppressants since your escape and because you’d never gone into heat, you were able to pass yourself off as a regular Beta. It had been an idyllic time for you, as you worked and made friends with the Betas on your island. You had even deluded yourself into thinking that maybe your life would be alright, when the Kid pirates attacked the island.

You were running away from the chaos and destruction downtown, trying to keep from being spotted as well as you could. Scrambling through an alley, you passed the Captain himself, who was laughing at the bloodshed and pain he was causing innocent people. You thought he hadn’t seen you but you suddenly felt yourself being dragged backwards, back towards the pirate. Panicking, you tried even harder to wriggle away and escape but it proved to be pointless. Later, you found out that he was magnetizing the grommets in your clothes to bring you towards him. Captain Kid grabbed you in his metallic hand once you were close and inhaled a deep whiff of your scent. When you were on suppressants, your ability to scent was dulled but you could still tell you didn’t like his acrid aroma. Kid smelled like sweat, blood, oil, and anger, not an appealing combination. Pushing on the gigantic metallic arm, you tried in vain to dislodge yourself from his grasp. 

“What’s an Omega like you doing on Beta Island?” he asked, crushing your ribs with his gigantic fist. You weren’t sure if he knew his own strength, but he was keeping you in his clutches with ease.

“N-not O-omega,” you grunted out, trying to breathe through the constriction of his hand. You were still squirming, trying to get away from the large pirate.

“Oh yeah? You sure? Your pussy smells like Omega. It’s practically cryin’ for me to take you right here,” he sneered. “Oi! Killer! Take this one back to the ship, lock ‘er in my cabin.” He yelled to a man in a full face mask. Leaning closer to your face, he licked your neck and leered at you. “We’ll find out later if that pussy is Omega or not,” he said, handing you off to Killer. You tried to get away from the masked man, to no avail. Killer was just as strong as his Captain and wasn’t letting you down. Kicking, screaming, pounding his back did nothing as the first mate advanced towards the ship. 

Quickly chaining you to the Captains bed, the first mate considered you for a moment. “I’m going to give you a piece of advice, Omega. Lose the attitude. Otherwise, you won’t last long here.” 

He wasn’t wrong. 

Kid had come back to his cabin once the pirates had sufficiently destroyed your peaceful home. You huddled in the corner of the room, as far as your chains would let you, but the Captain had you before him in seconds. Covered in the blood of your former friends, the Captain had disrobed you, ripping through your clothes like they were paper. 

“Lemme see yer,” Kid said, ogling your now naked form. You tried not to cower, but you couldn’t help but tremble before the raw bloodlust in his eyes. You’d never taken a lover before, you had been too nervous it would interfere with your hormones and expose you as an Omega. Kid's leering had led to groping, which led to much more. That first night he’d bitten, clawed, bruised, kissed, and abused you, leaving you broken in spirit and body. You never fully recovered. You quickly learned he didn’t want you talking, didn't want you making eye contact, didn’t want to hear your crying, didn’t want anything from you except your body. He used you as he saw fit, as ruthless to you as he had been to your island. He never even asked your name, most often calling you ‘Omega,’ or ‘Bitch,’ among other colorful names.

You were the Captain’s sex doll, and the crew treated you as such. No one paid you any mind except to tell you to move the fuck out of the way, or to laugh at you as you stumbled out of the Captain’s quarters when he let you. Killer would occasionally bandage your wounds, but Kid preferred you to wear the marks he put on you. Kid wanted the mating bond to form between the two of you, to solidify the fact that you were his and prevent any rivals from taking you. To do that, he needed to bring you into heat. To try to get you to go into heat, he had tried any old wives tale he could find. He locked you in his quarters, denied you food except for his cum, kept you naked for days on end, bit your neck in a claiming bite, anything that might work. None of it did, but it all left you weakened, depleted, and suicidal. 

Even though you could practically feel his disdain for you, Kid sometimes told you his plans late at night after he finished pumping you full of his come. As you laid with tears drying on your cheeks and blood dripping from fresh wounds he’d given you, he told you about his simmering hatred for Red Haired Shanks and how he wanted his revenge. During these conversations, you encouraged him, praising his strength and skill, and told him that he absolutely was powerful enough to take on the Emperor. You were surprised that your voice held out while you were talking, both from disuse as well as from the effort you had to put into lying to his face. Once when you voiced these opinions, he’d stroked your skin while in thought, the first time his touch hadn’t hurt you. 

The day finally came that he attacked the Emperor. You’d heard him powering up his attack, laughing maniacally as he planned to wipe out the fleet of ships you could see from his cabin window. You cringed, waiting for the sounds of the dying….except it never came. Instead, a sonorous voice boomed out “Divine Departure,” bringing a deafening blast to your ship. Screams had followed, but not the ones you were used to. Rather, you detected the screams coming from the crew, yelling that they didn’t want to die, that the Captain had been defeated, that Killer was also knocked out. 

You couldn’t help it, you laughed long and hard, cackling into the darkness that had consumed the ship. You knew your voice had been ruined from too much choking and screaming, your vocal chords permanently damaged at the hands of your would be Alpha. The sounds you made were harsh and coarse, like a ghoul laughing from beyond the grave. Normally you were too ashamed to speak with your butchered voice, but you were too joyous to care. You were happy he’d received vengeance for some of the violence he brought to the world. You could only hope the ship sank and the rest of you with it. 

A few moments later, the door banged open and Emma stood before you, tears running down her face. She didn’t address you, just unchained you from the post on the Captain's bed and pulled you along with her. She was carrying the Poneglyphs, the Captain’s most prized possession aside from you. Emma was running, giving you barely enough time to avoid being dragged, as she brought you to the center of the deck. She bowed, and when you didn’t follow suit right away, kicked you so that you fell to your knees. Glancing up, you saw why.

All powerful Emperor Red Haired Shanks was on the Victoria Punk, staring down the crew impassively as they pleaded for their lives. You dropped your head, not making eye contact with the Emperor. You’d been hit enough to know that Alphas didn’t want you making eye contact with them in any capacity. Shanks approached Heat, who now held both the Poneglyphs and the end of your chain.

Shanks POV

Shanks observed the panicking Commander as he advanced towards their Captain. Kid’s crew were begging for Shanks’s forgiveness, something that would not be given. They had tried to annihilate his subordinate crews and would have, if Shanks hadn’t acted so quickly. Drawing a gun was dangerous, it put your life on the line. And Kid had been given a warning when Beckman shot off his arm. Some lessons had to be learned the hard way. 

A young woman brought the Road Poneglyphs in her hands, along with someone attached to the end of a chain. Handing her Commander both items, the blue haired girl bowed in supplication to Shanks, awaiting his judgment. Noting the chained woman didn’t do the same, the girl kicked the battered woman, bringing her to her knees. Shanks took the Poneglyphs from the Commander, who also handed him the end of the chain of the cowering woman. Shanks had no interest in slaves, he didn’t keep or want any. The slave kept her gaze averted, looking at the ground as she trembled. Her body was littered with bruises in various stages of healing, as well as cuts and welts. She bore a savage mating bite that was clearly infected, along with bruising circling her neck. Breathing in deeply, Shanks hid his surprise as he realized the small woman was an Omega. 

Omegas were exceedingly rare in the world, they were either sold to Celestial Dragons for an incredible amount of money, or outright stolen from their homes. If an Omega bred with an Alpha or Apex Alpha during their heat, the offspring was guaranteed to be either an Alpha or Omega, unlike other pairings. Because the Celestial Dragons took or bought nearly all of the Omegas in the world, wild Omegas were unbelievably scarce. Shanks hadn’t heard of one being found in over a decade. How the Kid pirates had managed to find one and kept her a secret, Shanks didn’t know. 

He said nothing as his own ship passed by, his crew calling out to him. Shanks removed his Emperor’s cloak, covering the shivering woman in its warmth and his scent. Your small trembling fingers took the fabric and held it shut around your body, as you sniffed the material. You still hadn’t said a word or looked at anything besides the floor, but there would be time to investigate later. Throwing the Omega over his shoulder, Shanks took the Poneglyphs in hand and stepped on the railing of the enemy ship. You were light and put up no struggle when Shanks took you, the only sound emanating from you was the clinking of your chains.

“Look over on the island!” Shanks heard the offending crew yell as he launched himself onto the Red Force. The Omega didn’t shout or scream, just gripped his shoulder a little more tightly as he darted into the air. Landing on the Red Force, Shanks yelled out for Hongo.

“Meet me in my cabin. Ten minutes,” Shanks ordered. The doctor nodded his assent, and went below deck, likely to the infirmary to gather supplies. Handing the Poneglyphs to Beckman, Shanks shifted the Omega in his arms so he was carrying you with his arm under your legs. You moved your face so it was buried in the crook of Shanks’s neck, avoiding looking at either the ship or the crew assembled on the deck. He hoped you were acclimating yourself to his scent, it would make your transition away from your previous mate easier. Even through the fear and pain Shanks smelled on you, he could tell your scent was absolutely delicious, like no other woman he’d smelled before. His cock twitched with the thought of claiming you for his own, though your medical issues needed attention first.

Bringing you to his cabin, Shanks shut the door behind you quietly. Depositing the woman onto his bed, you shrank back further into the cloak as if to hide yourself. You gripped the hem of the garment so hard that your fingers were turning white, matching your face as the color drained out. Ah , Shanks thought to himself, she thinks I’m going to ravage her right now like some animal . It made sense, he’d put you on his bed, what else were you going to think? 

Sitting down next to you on the bed, Shanks didn’t speak. Instead, for the first time in the Emperor’s life, he purred. He was an Apex Alpha, a rare breed of Alpha who was able to control other Alphas. It came with Conqueror’s Haki, the two traits going hand in hand. Purring came to him instinctively, but he’d never felt the urge to do so before. He’d had lovers who’d requested it, but Shanks had always laughed them off like they’d told a joke. But seeing you distressed made the rumble come almost unbidden, rising from his chest like a balm. You still didn’t look at him, but your fingers relaxed incrementally. Shanks continued purring for you as you tensed at his presence next to you, tenderly picking you up to sit on his lap. You sat upright, stiff, your body rigid with fear and apprehension.

“Easy, little Omega, easy,” Shanks said between purrs. You didn’t respond but didn’t object either physically or verbally to anything he was doing. Shanks wound his arm around you, pulling you closer to his chest. The rhythmic sounds were working, lulling you into a state of relaxation and calm as your hands dropped to your lap and your head relaxed against his chest.

Your POV

You were gripping onto the Emperor’s black cloak like it was going to shield you from whatever was going to happen next. It was heavy and warm, smelling like tobacco, cloves, and oranges, a heady combination. Even if your life would be no better under the Emperor, at least this scent wouldn’t make the bile rise in your throat. 

You were still avoiding his gaze, your wrists shaking in the chains under his watch. He’d put you on his bed, likely for the same reasons Kid always had. At least he hadn’t thrown you against the wall or forced you to suck his cock first, making you choke until you cried or passed out. Much to your dismay, he began to purr for you. You’d heard stories during your childhood about the Alpha purr. There were whispers that it was a form of mind control, that it was used to beguile Omegas into doing things against their will. Kid had already done a lot of things against your will, the Emperor didn’t need to purr to make you do anything. You hoped this wasn't a precursor to something vile, though you were long past wishful thinking.

But as the Emperor continued to purr and moved you into his lap, you felt it working despite your efforts to remain alert. The soothing rumble had you taking deep breaths and relaxing your hands. You felt your exhaustion returning to you, adrenaline finally having run its course. Against your better judgment, you laid your head on the broad chest of the Emperor behind you. His well muscled arm encircled you, and you were content to forget the horrors that would likely await you in the coming days, feeling only the warmth and comfort of an Apex Alpha’s purr.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door of the cabin, making you jerk upright once again. You’d looked at the door when you’d been surprised, but you quickly affixed your gaze to the floor once again. You hoped Shanks hadn’t seen your mistake, or that he would be willing to forgive you if he did. But he didn’t move to strike you at all, just called out to whoever had the audacity to bother the Captain. 

“Come in, Hongo,” he said calmly. You wanted to hide your face in the crook of his neck again, but you knew there would be no solace found seeking comfort where there was none. Opening the door, a large man with blonde hair came inside, carrying a black leather doctor’s case. You said nothing and remained in place, it was the safest route for the time being. The man, whose name you now knew to be Hongo, walked slowly towards you and his Captain, as if he was walking towards a wild animal.

“How’re we doin’, Captain?” he asked, surveying the scene in front of him. The Captain obviously hadn’t been hurt, he was talking about you.

“Alright,” Shanks answered, arm squeezing you a little tighter. You flinched as the memories of being crushed by Kid’s arm came flooding back to you. “They had an Omega. She needs some help,” he said softly, patting your thigh over his cloak. You were acutely aware that you were completely nude below the cloak. You hoped Shanks wouldn’t take you in front of Hongo, or at least not for the first time. Kid had done whatever he wanted, it didn’t matter to him who saw what he did to you. 

“Sure, no problem,” Hongo replied easily, opening his bag. He brought out a stethoscope first, something you were familiar with. Winding the scope around his neck, he slowly pried the cloak out of your fingers in order to put the bell on your skin. You desperately wanted to stay within the safety of the cloak, but you knew you had no power. If they wanted to see you naked, they were going to get what they wanted. Surprisingly, Hongo didn’t remove the cloak completely, allowing you use it to cover your breasts and lower half while he worked. As Hongo placed the buds in his ears and reached towards you with the scope, you leaned back and away from the advancing hands. You hadn’t meant to, it was instinctive. Shanks started purring for you again as he gently but firmly kept you in place for Hongo, his arm across your waist.

“You’re safe, Omega, he’s not going to hurt you. He’s just checking your lungs and heart,” the Captain said softly. Hongo took his time listening, moving the scope around your back and front. Once he was done, he put the scope away and took out medical gloves. 

“I’m gonna check the wounds on your top half and neck, OK?” Hongo informed you. You said nothing as he began touching the injuries that you’d suffered at the hands of Kid. You kept yourself from making any noises of pain or recoiling when he touched something painful. You knew you looked beaten and ugly, despite avoiding the mirror. Kid always left bite marks, bruises, hickeys, and cuts whenever he was with you. Your breasts looked like they’d been mauled the last time you’d checked them. But the worst of all was your neck - between the times he’d choked you, the bite he’d given you, and the attention he gave your scent glands nightly, it was a column of black and blue. In spite of your efforts, you hissed when Hongo touched your neck tried to move away from his efficient hands. 

But the men weren’t going to let you shrink away from the medical inspection. Shanks cradled your head against his shoulder when Hongo inspected the agonizing bite on the spot between your neck and shoulder, purring all the while. You knew there was something wrong with it, but Kid had never let you touch it or clean the wound, saying that it would affect your mating bond. You thanked the seas that the bond hadn’t formed, but the throbbing pain of the bite had only gotten worse.

“You’ve got a lot of wounds on your torso and neck. Are there more below?” Hongo asked quietly when he was done inspecting your top half. You waited, not knowing if they wanted you to respond or not. Sometimes it was a trick, people would talk about you while you were there but if you responded, you got in trouble. 

“Hm, do you? I thought I saw some before,” Shanks asked you benignly, rubbing his fingers in circles over your skin. They were both quiet for a few moments and you realized they were waiting for you to respond. You couldn’t bring yourself to talk, so you gave a shaky nod while continuing to look at the floor.

“I’m gonna have to look, OK?” Hongo said, crouching down in front of the Captain. He was trying to make eye contact, but you steadfastly stared down, in order to show your obedience. You blinked rapidly several times, willing the tears not to fall from your eyes. You’d been naked in front of so many people, but the fact that Hongo was asking made you feel more vulnerable than ever. You nodded again, but your hands were frozen in place, gripping the cloak with all your meager strength.

“Brave little Omega, doing so well,” the Emperor said into your hair, kissing the top of your head. You didn’t know when the last time you’d been allowed to bathe was, you were sure you smelled disgusting. Shanks unwound his arm from your waist, and slowly tugged the fabric from your hands, letting it fall onto your lap. You tried not to squirm, not to move as the doctor touched your welts and cuts, but you felt humiliated and debased as he poked and prodded you. After a few minutes of inspection, Hongo sighed, stood up to his full towering height and snapped off the gloves.

“There’s a lot going on,” he said to the Emperor, who had rapidly covered you back in the cloak. “She’s got a lot of wounds, some healing, some new. That bite on her neck is infected, it needs to be taken care of immediately. She’s malnourished and has at least one broken rib. And she’s going to go into heat soon.” 

Your eyes finally snapped to the doctor’s, everything lost to the panic suddenly overwhelming you. 

Shanks POV

Perhaps having Dorry and Broggy destroy the ship wasn’t enough. As Shanks watched you flinch away from Hongo’s inspection, his rage rose by the second. He’d seen your naked form on the ship, but the dim light hadn’t revealed to him the depth of your injuries. It was practically a miracle that you were still alive, Shanks thought. It was well known that Omegas weren’t as durable as Betas and Alphas, they were generally treated with care like the treasures they were. But not only were you littered with wounds from head to toe, but you were a shell of a person. You hadn’t said a single word, you hadn’t made eye contact with him yet, and you hadn’t moved an inch outside of where Shanks had placed you. 

Now, with the information that you were going into heat soon, you were panicking. Shanks could feel your heart beating rapidly and saw your chest rising and falling too quickly. The Alpha in him was worried, wanting to soothe the Omega still perched on his lap. Shanks put his hand over your chest, trying to slow the beating of your heart. Even if the Alpha in him wanted to purr and cuddle you until you calmed down, the Captain needed to get a little more information out of you first. You were still lost in your own world, not responding to any stimulus.

“It’s alright, Sweetheart. Everything is going to be just fine. When was your last heat, hmm?” Shanks asked, holding your face in his hand. The touch seemed to ground you, causing you to blink rapidly as if you suddenly remembered there were other people in the room. You shook your head at his question, making Shanks frown at your answer. The longer an Omega went without a heat, the lengthier and more severe the symptoms were when it reappeared. Shanks hoped you hadn’t gone into heat during your time in captivity, it would increase the likelihood of an unwanted pregnancy. Looking at your body, he couldn’t imagine you were capable of carrying life in your current state. 

“What do you mean, little Omega? You haven’t had a heat in a year? Or longer?” Shanks asked. He knew you were scared and upset, but he and Hongo needed to know this information, it was part of the way they would take care of you. He gently turned your face towards his, forcing you to look up at him. You finally looked at his face, though you didn’t meet his eyes. You shook your head again.

“Tell me more, I need to know how to help you,” Shanks prompted, stroking your cheek. You sucked in a shaky breath, trying to gather yourself before speaking.

“Never,” you said in a hoarse whisper. Shanks recognized the voice from the laughter in the wake of battle.

“Never? What do you mean? This would be your first heat?” Hongo asked incredulously. Shanks hadn’t met another Omega, but it was known that they typically had their first heat cycle in their upper teens. 

You nodded, a tear running down your cheek. 

[torchflies]

Hi TG Fandom!

I love thinking about an AU where: Pete Mitchell is eight years old and used to being bounced around from foster home to orphanage to group home to foster home. An eight-year-old Pete who is scrappy and world-savvy and angry, just imagine a Maverick before he's Maverick — all that Maverick-ness balled up in this pint-sized Pillsbury biscuit can of whoop-ass. He runs the show wherever he goes with his loud mouth and sense of righteous fury. 

But then there's this new boy at the group home, this chubby nine-year-old blond boy with broken glasses held together with duct-tape and a big sweater with patches that covers his hands and half his face. He doesn't talk and spends most of the day hiding in his bed or reading an old Chemistry textbook that he brought from wherever he came from. Pete doesn't get him, thinks he's weird and the fact that the boy always looks so scared makes his tummy feel squirmy. 

So, he starts to sit next to Blondie, shares his food — basically the only thing of value he has, and starts talking, and talking, and talking and talking if only to fill up all the space that Blondie doesn't with his own words. Eventually, Blondie starts scooting closer to Pete, leans against him and starts to talk in a small whisper that only Pete can hear. 

Blondie’s name is Tommy. 

They grow up together in that group home, they bond to each other in a way they've never bonded to anyone else. They make plans to get out and join the Navy together one day, to fly; and they promise to never be apart or alone again.

Then Tommy gets adopted. 

Pete cries; Tommy screams. They might be teenagers now but it takes three men to get them to pry their hands off of each other. Tommy gets carried down the hallway howling, hands outstretched, yelling louder than Pete’s ever heard him speak before. Suddenly, the world is meaner and colder than it has ever been before and all he has left of his Blondie is that same scuffed up Chemistry textbook and a pair of broken glasses.

Pete runs away that night, glasses in his pocket and that heavy book stuffed into his backpack, but he never finds Tommy again… he finds Nicky Bradshaw instead. 

He starts to move on from the hope of ever seeing Tommy again… until Top Gun and Animal Night at the O Club, when Pete catches sight of the first boy he’s ever loved, hiding with shades on and a vodka glass in his hand, instead of a patchy sweater and a Chemistry textbook. 

Pete’s still a pint-sized Pillsbury biscuit can of whoop-ass and the world has changed them both into new people…

But when Iceman comes at him with bravado and snapping teeth, stinking of the alcohol that used to scare him when he was Tommy, regaling Maverick with tales of a father who loved a bottle more than him…

Pete reaches up to slip a little boy’s pair of broken glasses onto the blond’s face with a gentle, “Hi, Blondie.”

And Iceman crumbles away, leaving a crying Tommy in his place.

“Pete.”

He still says it the same way, like he's saying home.

[elizabeaufort]

⎯ It was the day or sort of Alex would arrive from his trip, he warned her he would be out for a few days for work. Elizabeth brought the twins to his place too. The twins were making themselves comfortable, Liz picked them up early from the daycare, she didn't want to be alone with her thoughts and she would rather have the noises and mess from her babies. Whilst she was checking on their backpack, if they hadn't forgotten anything, it was everything in order. The two-year-olds were running around the living room, playing 'catch'. She also checked the daycare's schedule to see, if there were any upcoming events. It seems a new event organized for parents and babies. Liz didn't want to show up, but she would talk to Alex and let him know what he thinks. She turns on his TV, puts on Disney +, and puts on Aristocats. When Beau rushed passing in front of her, she grabbed him and pulled him closer to her, he was laughing, and she kissed his chubby cheek wrapping him between her legs not allowing him to run, and she did the same with Lilou. And kissed her chubby cheek, then she freed them and they both sat by their mother's side. Liz got her phone and was scrolling in the TikTok the for you page, until the twins heard the noise coming from the door, both of them left her alone on the sofa, and she watched where they went. 'Dadaaaaa!' Both twins said in sync, in the door anxious to see their father, clapping their tiny hands. Liz checked on the watch the time, and much to her surprise it was Lydia Calder. Alex always told her about his sister, and how he loves and adores her. There was a slight disappointment in the toddler's 'We want Dada!' Lilou said with a pout, and they went back to Liz. ❛ Hiii! ❜ She blushed at the sight of the brunette, and her hands rested on the toddlers who were hugging each of their mother's legs. ❛ I thought it was Alex. ❜

@blucfeathcrs

[citricacidprince]

I’ve been projecting into these two since I was 10 and shall continue to self project until I’m dead 💥

[elizabeaufort]

⸻ The desperation and the need to get out of the car all suddenly was increasing, but as soon as her tone sounded way more demanding instead of 'request' to 'pull over', the Aussie was getting paler, green, unfasten in a swift motion the seatbelt, opening the door of the car, so quickly that Alexander wasn't even able to wait him get out to open the door for her.

Instead, she rushed in the speed of light, with a hand on her mouth, coughing, getting lost in the middle of the bush, vomiting all the contents, and liquids she had consumed throughout the day, and a little of despair for a moment lack of breath, while doing it so.

She was starting to cry, she hated to feel like this, weak. And this flu didn't go by. Her hand was kind of damp, and she stopped crying once she was feeling a bit better, spitting on the ground and looking behind to see if Alex was still near the car. Once her breath was steady, and she managed to clean a bit of her hand with the leaves, near her, she began wiping her mouth with the back of her right hand and re-emerging from the bush to a better lighting, so he could look at her better.

❛ Do you have water? ❜ It was a request now, her timbre was way calmer now. ❛ I ate something that my stomach didn't like very much. It was seafood.❜ She didn't eat seafood often. This could be the only explanation for this long-lasting flu. Then something popped into her mind. Today isn't the first day she feels like this. Part of her is nervous to get home because she has no idea how she will react to the mess their children were up to in her absence. She was a bit impatient with them too, these past days.

Lilou bathed herself in Nutella, and Beau in flour, apart from drawing the wrong walls, made him clean up his own mess. She snapped at them, 3 nights in roll, they were literally testing her slim patience. ( Liz is very patient, but lately, patience has become instinct on her dictionary ).

───even though talking isn’t his forte, per se, if he is confronted with a fact or asked a direct question he won’t lie. doesn’t matter whether it’d be in his favor to, or he would rather not mention of it. so, he would have preferred not to talk about what plagued his mind for no other reason other than the fact that it was not something he was comfortable with, but when Liz pressed and asked him, flat out, if that was the reason he was upset over, he would not dismiss her. he is learning to communicate better with her, to actually speak of what bothers him, and even though it is hard he is making an effort to because he wants this to work between them —and yes, he is goddamn difficult, impossible even, but he is also a damn fool in love and there is nothing he wouldn’t do for her, including throwing himself out in the fucking open sea amidst a violent storm; which is precisely how it feels when he has to talk about how he feels, or something that bothers him. there is evident progress, though, and he can tell when it’s his fucking head messing it all up instead of an actual, tangible reason for him to get worked up over. her words often echo in the back of his head at times like these; you always assume things. things that aren’t there, things that are only in his head —and yes, he doesn’t like it that he has to speak about it, but he also doesn’t want her to think it’s something she has done or said.

he didn’t simply respond to her question, but he elaborated to explain it wasn’t her; it was him. and that how he acted now was not representative of how he truly felt about her going back to work —and he wanted her to know that he is proud of her; it took courage to put herself out there again after that nightmare. to know he genuinely supported her. his blue eyes met her blue twinkly eyes as she squeezed his shoulder. Nodded, faintly, when she said she was proud of him —it felt slightly weird hearing her say that, but even as if would dismiss it as there was nothing worth of notice, deep, deep down he knew it had taken tremendous effort to recognize when it was his mind playing tricks, and even more to be able to control his rage and outbursts of anger.

his brow furrowed at the sudden shift in her demeanor, noticed she looked a little paler as she asked him to pull over. but he didn't ask, simply flipped the indicator on, checking the mirrors to get on the shoulder. now, she demanded and he stopped the car as soon as it reached the side of the road. Liz seemed unwell, something between emptying the contents of her stomach and fainting, and he even though he was concerned, wasn’t going to ask her anything at present, he got out of the car to open the door for her.

[tiya-minuscule]

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I'm so sorry, I have the feeling this comic is a never ending exposition about stuff ! I hope it's not too boring to read ! I promise, some day, something might actually happen haha Anyway, I still have a blast drawing it (especially with Paul being the weirdo he is :))) ) Btw, what is going on with him ? hummmm ???

Anyway, see you very soon :D

[elizabeaufort]

∗ 17﹕ a  text  during  a  breakdown  /  panic  attack

text ⇢ luis: smth is wrong with me… text ⇢ luis: i think i'm having an heart attack. i can't breath! text ⇢ luis: i'm outside of the club, and i left the client in the middle of the service. don't call for the emergency, just come outside and meet me, pls.

// @lluiscarrasco