#This test im taking tomorrow is getting me on the edge now.

[shcyc]

— FOCUS!

synopsis + a/n: focus … im foc— 😏 studying with alhaitham but youre cockwarming him and if you get an answer wrong he’ll add five more minutes to it — but i did not stick to this because i do not have that kind of patience nor skill — NOT PROOFREAD & I DID NOT CAPTURE HIS PERSONALITY PERFECTLY

CW; fem! reader, cockwarming, slight degradation + praise, his dick’s outline can be seen from reader’s stomach??? (but it’s mentioned like once only), lowkey corruption if you squint

“come now, speak up or I won’t be able to hear you.”

you shudder in your boyfriend’s lap as he mutters behind you, face buried in your neck as he pulls you further into his embrace

it hasn’t even been more than twenty minutes and you’re already whining and squirming around — you just can’t help it! his dick feels so good inside you, every part of him fills you up so deliciously, it’s intoxicating

taking a deep breath to calm yourself down helped tremendously as you looked at the questions on the table before you once more, praying to whichever god is present that you survive this “test” and get fucked good later on

the pen in your grip steadies the moment you get into the “studying zone”, but clearly, that’s not what al-haitham wants to see

his hands wrap around your waist as he pretends to be “adjusting to a more comfortable position”, and you yelp at the slight shift inside you

this position now, with your back arched more, has him hitting spots deeper than the last, the tip of his head pressing right at the spot that sends your body shivering and squeezing around him

his face lights up just the slightest, and as if that wasn’t enough, he adds on that you answered the question incorrectly

“you remember what I said in the beginning, don’t you?”

your head shakes as you look down, not wanting to face the consequences of getting the answer wrong

“m’sorry haitham! please— need you!”

“and you already have me. but since you’re begging, I’ll give you one more try. if it’s satisfactory, I’ll consider cutting this short.”

“no— ah!”

you know this is just as hard as it is for the both of you, he’s grown unbelievably larger inside your core that you could even make out the outline of his dick on your stomach

the sight makes your pussy squeeze around him tighter than before, and you hear him let out the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard in your life

from the way his hot breath hits the back of your neck to the way his dick twitches in you, everything is driving you crazy and soon, overstimulation hits you like a truck

“how about this?”

you whisper to your boyfriend, afraid that if you get any louder, your voice will betray you

“hmm, much better.” you yelp again as he flips you around before placing you on the table, legs wide open with him still buried deep inside, “look at yourself, look how wet you are from just doing simple calculations, how desperate you are for my cock.”

his lips smashes onto yours so fast you couldn’t even react to his words, your moans fill the room as he pull his hips out before diving back in so hard it sends the table shaking and your back arching

he’s sure that he’ll get scratch marks by tomorrow morning from how hard you’re digging your nails into his biceps and back

the feeling of your warm gummy walls has him going over the edge as well, wanting to devour every single part of you, your voice, your body, your reactions — he wants you to lose your mind

and you already have the moment he grunts into your ear, telling you how you are a “good fucking girl” for taking his cock so well, milking him dry as you both cum and your walls wrap around him like a vice

al-haitham is a 100% sure that he’ll make you cockwarm him again while you’re studying, just to mess with you and send you to “heaven” again and again

[absolutebl]

i just finished the novel origin of on1y one and. holy shit it was so good?? its definitely making me appreciate the adaptation in a different way cause it definitely is very different--but wow im just happy that it is on screen. i just had to tell someone because i love both now (no one else i know watches bl), and im excited to see how the show handles certain parts of it. they're both so sweet and make me wanna cry lol. we are definitely in for a ride with the show

The On1y One

I AM LOSING MY MIND OVER THS SHOW.

These are my notes from this week, unfiltered stream of consciousness style (before i get my shizz together for tomorrow's weekly summation). I feel like you opened the door with this ask so..... GAH..... ready?

Shut up it’s so good.

The pure unadulterated tsundere of it all.

I can’t take how awesome this damn show is.

The whole series of repercussions after the fight was pacing genius.

I love baby testing his power using that edge of spoiled princes but just pushing until all secrets are revealed. Then they are both so smug.

There is this juxtaposition of

the kid who self isolates too easily because it is in his nature to be solitary versus the one who has been forced into isolation and knows he should to stop trusting but can’t because it’s in his nature to trust (and be hurt) over and over again.

And then both of them are smart enough to know what it is they do and why they react out of hurt, but neither can stop.

The whole show is simultaneously undercut and supported by this one theme that is also the title

These two not only can but must let the other one in, so they can cling to each other. Because that's safety. Neither would betray the other since they've both been the one betrayed by their own parents. 

Baby’s reaction to learning he’s going to be left behind = to instantly make plans to do the leaving in the future. That is so painfully real to watch play out on the screen. This show hurts my heart.

Also how happy they both are once they realize they get to be each other's person.

WHY IS THIS SO GOOD!!!!????

Maybe what we call eternity is just persistence.

May one boy simply deciding to be another boy's rock is real romance. 

[themultifandomgal]

Connor Rhodes- Your Pregnant

Trigger warning- emetophobia (talks about throwing up and feeling nausea. Not in a lot of detail).

Having children wasn't originally something I though would happen for me. At the age of 31 I broke up with my cheating boyfriend then at 32 I fell in love with Connor after meeting him at Mollys. At that point I thought I would be to old by the time we both wanted children. Connor and I quickly moved in together, and are now engaged to be married in the next year.

Today I've been suffering from a headache on and off. I have also been super tired and at times nauseous. Thankfully I've had today off work so I've just been sleeping on the couch.

I sit up rubbing my face when I hear the door open then close

"Babe?" I hear Connor call out to me

"In here" I look up and see Connor frown at me. He walks over and places his hand on my forehead

"You ok? You look pale"

"Yeah just not been feeling good today"

"Why don't you head up to bed and I'll bring up some anti sickness meds with something to eat and drink"

"Ok" I get up and leave the living room to go upstairs to mine and Connors bedroom.

After getting changed and into bed Connor brings up some crackers, water and anti sickness meds

"You need you to eat these first then you can take the tablets"

"Thanks" I take the crackers and take a small bite. This goes on till I have finished and take the anti sickness tablets

"Get some rest. Hopefully you'll feel better in the morning"

The following morning I don't feel better, in fact for the next week I spend it tired, nauseous and throwing up. I obviously just think it's a bug I've picked up from somewhere. Connor and I are currently in bed, I'm reading a book while he's on his phone. All of a sudden I feel urge to throw up. Dropping my book on the bed next to me, I get up and run to mine and Connors shared bathroom. Just making it. The whole time Connor is holding my hair and rubbing my back

"How are you feeling now?" Connor asks me

"Fine. The nauseas gone now. Im just super tired like I've not slept enough. Think it must be a bug"

"You've been tired and sick all week. You're breasts have grown. Maybe your pregnant" I give Connor a look as if to say 'seriously?'

"I'm not pregnant"

"Are you sure because we haven't been very carful recently"

"Connor I'm not pregnant. I'm due for my period, that explains my boobs being bigger. You know I get nauseous when I'm about to come on"

"For a day yeah but not a week. Babe I think you need to take a test. I really think your pregnant"

"Babe I'm not pregnant"

"Why? We have sex, your not on the pill. And don't tell me your too old to get pregnant, your 33. A lot of woman get pregnant in their 30s now"

"Surely I would know if I'm pregnant"

"Not necessarily. Look why don't we go to bed and sleep. Then tomorrow I'll go and get some tests"

"Fine"

"You want an anti sickness tablet before we go to sleep?" Connor asks me. I shake my head and get back into bed, almost immediately falling asleep.

The following day Connor grabs some pregnancy tests for me. I take them to the bathroom, pee on all of them and wait for 5 minutes while sat on the toilet seat and Connor is sat on the edge of the bath. When my phone goes off I look at all of the pregnancy tests... positive

"Well?"

"We're having a baby" I say almost in shock

"Your pregnant?" I nod my head responding to Connor "I'm gonna be a dad?"

"Yeah"

"We're gonna be parents!" Connor yells excitedly. I get up off the toilet smiling as Connor then lifts me up in the air kissing all over my face causing me to giggle "you are going to be an amazing mom"

"And your gonna be wonderful dad. I can't believe we're going to be parents"

"I'm so happy. I love you so much YN"

"I love you too"

[starsomens]

he couldn't just let you be upset, hurt adn scared after that. He had to fix it.

“Princess?” Noah knocks on the door not sure if you had locked it or not “Princess please I’m sorry…I never meant to hurt you or say any of those things I-“ he tests the knob and finds it to be unlocked. He lets go of a breath he wasn't aware that he was holding. He pokes his head inside and sees you hunched over your vanity. He felt his heart ache as he stepped inside and walked to your shaking form carefully. He places a hand on your shoulder

"..baby?" he voice was soft, not wanting to startle you.

You swallow hard "what do you want?" you try and present a strong voice as your head come up from your arms. You make up was smeared and left tear tracks down your face. You eyes were red and puffy and seeing it broke his heart "shouldn't you be at your club?" You ask him still wanting to jab at him for what he did

"No baby...nothing compares to being home with you" he answers trying to meet the eyes he loved so much

"Well I don't care anymore...go and enjoy you stupid girls" you said looking at him in the mirror. You looked at him not with hate, but with hurt and anger.

"Y/N, you're my only girl" he said caging you into the vanity as he leaned on the edge "Please....I'm so sorry, you didn't deserve any of that. I swear on my life, you are the only woman, my woman, none of them even come close to you. I should have stopped the very first time you said so…."

"..so why do...why do y-you still go?" you curse you voice for breaking and raising in pitch. Hot tears fall from your eyes once again. Your head falls back into your hands and Noah comes to kneel on the floor. He spins your chair so you’re facing him. His warm hands ground you and made you feel secure, even in vulnerability.

“Y/N, baby..my love look at me,” he asked you softly as his hands gently take your hands from your face. “There you are…my perfect little flower”

His large thump wiping the black, but only sneering it more

“I am an honest man and I am telling you it’s business only. The dancers who work there sometimes don’t know when I visit and are just hoping to get some pocket money. I don’t go to enjoy myself…I go to make sure I make the money I need to give you anything you ask for in this world. why do I have to go a see another girl when I have a stunning woman at home?”

You simply shrug your shoulders feeling zapped of energy

“But listen to me, if it makes you feel better and more secure that I don’t go there, I won’t.” He told you “I was being stupid, and grabbing you like that….dont ever let me treat you that way again Y/N, I want you to slap the shit outta me if I even attempt it “ he had finally cracked a smile from you. “Okay baby?”

You nod “okay” you repeat “…I should have..”

“Yes. you should have” he smiles at you

“I’m sorry for over reacting”

“No. Im sorry princess, never and I mean NEVER again,” he stated deep into your eyes “everything that I do, I do to give you the best and highest life you desire. Anything is yours, all you have to do is ask me, my love.”

“Well I..” he waits for your response “…I want you…” you answer

“Then it’s done, now let’s clean up that pretty face huh?” He stood up and grabbed your make up remover supplies and started to gently work on your face while he spoke to you

“You’re my princess”

“So smart, and resourceful, no one compares”

“I’m sorry I hurt you princess, I’m so so sorry”

After it was all gone he helped with your skin care and just stared at you

“You’re the most precious thing to me” he held your face in his hands and caressed your skin with his thumbs “how about we get you to bed?”

You nod your head and he leads you to the large bed in the middle of the room. He lets you get in first and tucks you in snuggly. He squats down a an kisses your head

“I’ll be in bed in an hour, I need to make some arrangements for tomorrow and I’ll come back okay?” He informs you, he could see the sadness still on your face from his statement “baby, I promise you in an hour, I’ll be back, snuggling you and holding you through the night okay? I promise”

And he did come back to bed within the hour. He arranged to have someone take his place so he didn’t have to visit anymore. Which meant tomorrow he’s take you out for the day as an apology. Shopping, restaurants, shows, movies, anything you want. So here he laid with you in bed, his arms wrapped around you, protecting and shielding you from this world as he should be doing.

He was just basking in the feeling of you asleep in his arms. Thinking of all the ways he’d treat you tomorrow, starting with breakfast in bed (wink)

[differentpostrebel]

Lost and Found: A Pirate's Promise

Chapter 34: Trapped in the Depths: The Encounter with Doflamingo

This gif because we get another Sanji POV, as he finally makes it to Zou.

A/N: We back with a second new chapter! Since its my birthday we getting the gift of Fanfics! LMFAOOO, but you guys when I tell you these upcoming chapters are cooking! Like my god! Im about to drop a sneak preview tomorrow. We got both Sanji POV, and Usopp POV. Thank you guys for everything, dont worry I have the master list ready also so I can pin it on my page as well. And without further ado let the adventure begin! 

Word Count: 7.9K

Sanji x Reader, Sanji x Y/N, One piece X Reader 

Y/N POV…

Doflamingo continues to step forward, laughing menacingly. Luffy and I both stand stunned. “Princess, why look at you. Seems to me I’ve found you once again,” Doflamingo taunts, his voice dripping with malice. His eyes gleam with a twisted amusement as he takes in my presence. “How fortunate for me, wouldn’t you say?” 

I open my mouth to retort, but Doflamingo cuts me off. “Look at you three, huddled together in your little hole. Should I take those handcuffs off you, Law?” His voice is dripping with mockery as he focuses on Law.

I reach for Law’s hand, gripping it tightly, reminding him that we’re not going to let anything happen to him. “Or should I cut your wrists along with them?” Doflamingo’s words make Law tense, his eyes narrowing in defiance.

I glance down at my blade, noticing that it’s channeling a different energy—a strange, shifting hue that I’ve never seen before. “What’s going on?” I think, feeling a mix of confusion and unease.

“Now, Princess, why don’t you come here where you belong?” Doflamingo continues, his voice dripping with sinister intent. “I have something special planned for the two of us.”

“Like what? Getting your ass kicked a fourth time by me? I’d like to see you try,” I retort, my voice firm and defiant despite the fear clawing at the edges of my composure.

Doflamingo’s grin widens, his eyes gleaming with a malevolent hunger. “Oh, don’t be so eager to test me. You see, I’ve grown quite fond of watching you struggle. It’s almost entertaining, watching your hopes crumble. But what I really want is to see you break, to see the despair in your eyes when you realize there’s nothing you can do. 

I clenched my fists, fury rising in me, but before I could snap back, Luffy stepped forward. “I thought you were back at the palace! What the hell are you doing down here?” he shouted, launching a punch. Doflamingo deflected it effortlessly, the punch ricocheting off the walls like a pebble.

“I came to rescue you, of course,” Doflamingo mocked. “You clearly need help if you're falling for traps like this.” He unleashed a barrage of sharp, bullet-like strings, aimed straight at Ucy. “I’ll put you out of your misery.”

“Ucy!” Luffy shouted, panic in his voice.

“Forget the bull, just get away!” Law yelled urgently as Ucy collapsed to the side, throwing us both into the freezing water.

“Y/N!” I heard Law call out, but the cold water overwhelmed me, my limbs freezing up as I struggled to keep Luffy afloat. The weight of my drenched dress and tiara was unbearable, but I couldn’t let Luffy sink. He couldn’t swim due to his Devil Fruit powers.

Doflamingo loomed over us, his voice full of contempt. “What a joke. Any fool could kill you in this sorry state. You’ve riled up a bunch of weaklings who think they can take my head, but now I see you’re nothing more than a pathetic joke.”

I gritted my teeth, my whole body shaking from the cold. We needed to get out of the water—fast.

Doflamingo turned to Law, his voice low and cutting. “Why side with this idiot, Law? When you were younger, you had such potential. Ruthless, cunning. Now look at you. Who turned you into this weak coward?”

“That’s enough!” Law shouted, seething with anger. “I won’t become like you! I was saved!”

Doflamingo’s expression turned darker, unimpressed. “Pathetic,” he hissed, raising a hand to send another attack toward Law.

Suddenly, one of the unwanted guests from before lunged forward. “You won’t lay a hand on Strawhat!” he yelled, trying to stab Doflamingo. But the blade passed through his body effortlessly.

“It’s not the real thing!” Law yelled, shaking with frustration. “It’s a puppet made of strings!”

“Damn clones,” I muttered, my teeth chattering as I tried to keep steady in the water. The cold was sinking into my bones, making it harder to stay upright. I could feel my strength fading.

“Thanks for the help!” I managed to shout to our unexpected allies. “Are you guys hurt?”

“Don’t worry about us! Let’s just get you both out of the water!” one of them called back, pulling Luffy out first. I was next, my entire body trembling from the cold as they dragged me back onto Ucy’s back.

I shivered uncontrollably, my soaked hair clinging to my face and my wet clothes weighing me down. Law, still in his cuffs, glanced at me and smirked despite everything. “Princess, you look freezing. Come here and huddle up for warmth,” he teased, his shirtless chest exposed under his coat.

I raised an eyebrow, still shaking, but couldn't deny how cold I was. “Oh, now you’re using this as an excuse, huh?” I teased back, but leaned into him, grateful for the heat. His body felt warm despite the freezing conditions, and I pressed close to him, trying to stop the relentless shivering.

One of the other guys frowned. “What happened to Doflamingo’s body? That didn’t seem like a real fight.”

“Moron,” Law snapped, though his voice was softened by the fact that I was still holding him close. “I told you, it’s only a puppet. Though I can’t figure out why he even bothered sending one here. Is he trying to taunt us, or is he planning something bigger?”

I glanced up at Law, the tension in his jaw evident and something else that caught my attention—my thigh felt lighter, and my left hand was empty.

“My blades!” I gasped, pulling away from Law. “I must have dropped them in the water,” I muttered, trying to spot them through the rippling surface. A faint shine caught my eye at the bottom. "There they are!" I said, starting to make my way back toward the edge of the water.

But before I could react, one of the unwanted guests jumped in. "No, Princess! Allow me to retrieve them!" he called out.

“Wait, you don’t—!” I began, but it was too late. He had already dived in.

For a moment, nothing seemed to happen. “Hmm, maybe these don’t do anyth—" I began, before hearing him yelp. “Here they are!” he said, only to have the blades suddenly burst into flames. The man dropped them instantly, his hands burned as the heat seared him.

I sighed, shaking my head. “No one’s allowed to touch anything that’s mine—especially my blades and jewelry,” I explained, diving back into the water myself. I retrieved the blades with ease, feeling their familiar power hum through me as I returned to Ucy, securing them back into the thigh halter.

“Why did that happen?” Luffy asked, clearly amazed by what he’d just seen.

“King said the same thing when he gave them to me—anyone who tries to take my blades or jewelry gets a nasty surprise. Only I can use or wear them. Unless I deactivate the trigger myself, they’re off-limits,” I replied casually, brushing off the water as I moved back toward Law. I huddled close to him again, seeking warmth, his body still radiating a comforting heat.

“Sorry about that, you guys,” I said, a bit sheepishly.

“Oh, don’t worry, Princess! We aren’t mad at you!” one of the guys stammered, blushing furiously.

“Yeah, it was just a simple accident,” the other chimed in, trying to excuse the sudden situation with an awkward laugh.

Law, still handcuffed with his hands tied behind his back, smirked, watching me lean closer. “It’s always something with you, isn’t it?” he teased, his voice carrying that familiar, warm edge.

I pressed against him, shivering as the chill from the water still clung to my skin. “You’re warm, I need warmth,” I murmured, nuzzling into him without hesitation.

He tilted his head, unable to move his hands, but clearly enjoying my dependency on him. "I can’t do much about it with these cuffs, but you’re welcome to get as close as you need," Law quipped, his eyes flickering with amusement. “Though, I have to admit, I don’t mind this at all.”

I gave a playful smile, feeling a bit of my strength return. “Guess I’ll just have to stick around then,” I said, leaning more into him as his body heat slowly began to thaw my cold skin.

Law’s smirk grew. “As if I’d let you go anywhere else."

"Why do you think Doflamingo said he wanted to rescue us?" Luffy suddenly asked, his face twisted in confusion.

I lifted my head slightly, glancing between them. "That man doesn’t even know the meaning of the word ‘save.’ It’s a trap, Luffy. Everything with him is a setup." I shifted in Law’s chest, still feeling the chill, but unwilling to move away from his warmth.

One of the allies chimed in. "Oh, that reminds me—everything Kelly Funk said? He tricked us! That bastard was lying the whole time."

I pulled away from Law just enough to turn towards them, eyes narrowing. "I knew it! I could feel it—that guy had bad energy around him. We shouldn’t have trusted him."

"After we found out what he was planning, we knew we had to stop him," the ally continued. "Doflamingo took him down without even breaking a sweat."

"Man, Traffy was right—Mingo’s just taunting us!" Luffy muttered angrily, clenching his fists.

"Bastard’s playing a dangerous game," I agreed, feeling the strange hue return to my blades, now safely secured on my thigh holster.

Luffy’s mind was already racing to the next problem. "How’s Cabbage doing? Did he beat us to the top?"

"Yeah, we’re way behind," one of the guys answered. "Everyone’s probably already on the second level by now."

"Ugh! We need to get to the sunflower field. I needed that shortcut!" Luffy groaned, clearly frustrated.

"Hurry back to the entrance!" Law said, trying to strategize.

"No! I’ll make us an entrance!" Luffy grinned wildly, grabbing both Law and me.

"Luffy, what are you—" I started, but before I could finish, Luffy shouted, "Gomu Gomu no Elephant Gun!"

The massive punch ripped through the ceiling, creating a giant hole in the sky and opening a path to the second level.

“Alright! Y/N, Traffy, let’s go!” Luffy yelled, his enthusiasm unshakable.

Law sighed, clearly annoyed. "We could’ve been crushed!"

Ignoring him, Luffy grabbed both of us again and launched us towards the second level. We landed with a thud, soaking wet but unharmed.

“Good, now we’ve caught up with everyone else!” Luffy said with satisfaction, letting me go. I clung to Law for a moment longer, still cold and wet.

“Let’s go, Luffy!” I called, running alongside him, activating the familiar electrical charge in my hands. We sprinted towards the palace, determination in every step.

“Get back here, Princess!” a voice yelled from behind. A Doflamingo subordinate was hot on our heels.

“Not a chance!” I shouted, sending a bolt of lightning toward him, striking him down instantly.

As we continued running, Cabbage suddenly appeared on his horse. “Cabbage! You trying to get in my way again?” Luffy called out, half-joking.

“Not this time,” Cabbage responded with a dramatic flip of his hair. “Get in!”

“Huh?” Luffy and I blinked in confusion.

“I’ve decided to give you a ride,” Cabbage said, sounding as regal as ever. As he turned his horse, he noticed me. “Princess, come to the front. I’ll hold you!”

“Hell no!” I leaped into the air, gliding alongside them. “Luffy, get on!”

“Right! Let’s go!” Luffy shouted, jumping onto Cabbage’s horse with Law.

“Would it kill you to show a little gratitude?” Cabbage muttered to Luffy, annoyed.

I clenched one of my blades in my hand, feeling the familiar heat of fire surge through me. “You attack, and I’ll clear the path,” Cabbage called out, locking eyes with Luffy.

Just then, I noticed a fourth person had joined us on the horse—Kyros. “Hey, Kyros!” I called out, smiling despite the rush of adrenaline.

“Princess,” Kyros nodded back, keeping his focus ahead.

Cabbage continued to rant as we moved forward, but Luffy and I ignored him. "Rebecca is headed for the flower field," Luffy explained to Kyros.

“Rebecca?! Is she in danger?” Kyros asked, his voice filled with worry.

“Don’t worry, Kyros. She’s in good hands,” I reassured him, slashing the air with one of my blades, creating a fiery barrier in our path to protect us from incoming attacks.

“My elegant steed cannot maintain its grace with four people on its back!” Cabbage complained, but I cut him off with a sharp look.

“Cabbage, I’d appreciate it if you stopped yelling at my captain and Kyros!” I snapped, pausing mid-air.

Cabbage dramatically placed a hand over his heart, blinking at me. “Such fiery passion! Oh, we are so meant to be!”

I rolled my eyes, flying alongside them as we pushed forward. Allies below us fought valiantly against Doflamingo’s subordinates, clearing the way.

“You take out the boss! We’ll handle these lackeys!” a giant called out as we passed.

“Cabbage, get them to the palace, and fast!” one of the allies yelled.

“Thank you, guys!” I shouted back, grateful for the support as we neared the palace.

“This is getting fun! Let’s go!” Luffy shouted, grinning ear to ear as we all charged towards the palace together. One by one, Luffy's allies kept taking down the subordinates, giving us a clear path forward. While Cabbage rode ahead with Luffy, Law, and Kyros on his horse, I soared through the air beside them, scanning the battlefield below.

"Onward, Farul!" Cavendish called out to his horse, urging it forward, as I glided beside them, my eyes sharp for any signs of trouble.

"Hey, Luffy!" I called from above, catching his attention. "You think those guys are going to be alright? I saw Dellinger back there, along with that ton guy. Looks like he managed to pick himself back up after that punch I gave him." I clutched my blade, feeling the fire inside it flicker to life once more.

"Yeah, they’ll be fine!" Luffy responded confidently, shouting over the wind. "We just need to get to Mingo, and fast!" His eyes were fixed on the towering palace in the distance, determination blazing.

Just then, another group of subordinates appeared ahead of us. "Not so fast!" one of them yelled, blocking our path.

"Damn, they keep popping up like roaches," I muttered, preparing to strike. The familiar heat surged through me as I clenched my left hand, ready to ignite my blade once more.

But Cavendish raised his hand, stepping in. "Allow me, Princess." His eyes gleamed with pride as he unsheathed his sword. "Blade of Beauty, Sol Dux Paris!"

He cut through the air with a flourish, his attack striking with deadly precision. Luffy followed up instantly, launching a furious Jet Gatling that sent the remaining enemies flying.

"We’re almost there, guys!" I shouted, seeing the palace growing closer with every second. Deciding to conserve some of my energy for the final fight, I gracefully descended and landed behind Luffy on Cavendish’s horse.

"Welcome back, Y/N!" Luffy grinned, his energy never wavering.

I smiled back at him, but Cavendish immediately noticed the added weight on his stallion. His annoyance was instant. "Who else is riding my stallion?! It’s meant for elegance and grace, not... passengers!"

Peeking out from behind Luffy, I raised an eyebrow, amused. "You were saying?" I teased, giving him a pointed look.

Cavendish turned his head slightly, catching sight of me, and his dramatic frustration vanished in an instant. "Ah, Princess!" he said, his tone shifting. "I didn’t realize it was you... My apologies, your grace is always welcome."

I stifled a laugh, leaning forward. "That's what I thought," I said, rolling my eyes.

Cavendish, or "Cabbage" as Luffy called him, continued to land blow after blow with his sword, cutting down enemies left and right as we rode.

“The long-leg guy got beat!” Luffy shouted, looking back, ready to jump off and help.

"Luffy, we're almost at the palace!" I reminded him, gripping the horse tightly. "Don’t worry, they’ll be okay. Once Doflamingo is gone, we can go help everyone."

Before Luffy could respond, Cavendish cut him off. "This game is nothing but a way to get us all killed! The only way to save this island and its people is to get rid of Doflamingo." His voice was full of conviction as he spoke. "Despite his strength and advantages, he made one key error—the colosseum. I will defeat Doflamingo with my bare hands!"

Luffy’s expression turned into one of pure rage. "I already told you, I’m going to do it!" he shouted.

"This one’s personal!" Law interjected, his voice steady despite his handcuffs. "I’m the one who’s going to take Doflamingo down."

Kyros wasn’t backing down either. "Your passion is admirable, but this is my fight!" he said, his resolve clear in his voice.

Kyros clenched his fist tighter, his voice full of determination. "My grudge is from ten years ago. I won’t let him escape this time."

Law smirked slightly, his usual calm demeanor returning. "Well, my grudge is from thirteen years ago."

Luffy, not wanting to be left out, jumped in with enthusiasm. "Yeah? Well, my grudge is from thirty years ago!"

Cavendish shot him an incredulous look. "You dirty liar! You're not even thirty!" he snapped, his irritation evident.

I groaned, slapping my forehead in frustration. "Seriously?" I muttered under my breath before turning to face them. "Listen, we all have our own personal grudges when it comes to Doflamingo," I said, my voice firm. I glanced at my injured left shoulder and instinctively grasped my collarbone, feeling the ghost of Doflamingo’s grip on my neck. The memory of his hands tightening around me still sent shivers down my spine.

"But we need to work together," I continued, my frustration rising. "Arguing isn’t going to help us. Once we get there, we can figure it out. But right now, we need to stop fighting among ourselves!"

Before anyone could respond, we suddenly reached the third level. The air felt different, thick with an eerie fog. From the mist, shapes began to emerge, slowly taking form. I squinted through the haze, trying to make sense of what we were seeing.

"Holy... what the heck are those things?" Luffy said, his eyes wide with shock.

Before us, what appeared to be dead toys—broken, distorted, and unsettling—began shambling forward, their lifeless eyes staring straight at us. They moved in unnatural jerks, creaking with every step.

My breath caught in my throat as I gripped the reins tighter. "What the hell is this...?" I whispered, feeling a chill creep up my spine.

Sanji POV… 

I watched the mist-covered island, beginning to come through, but I couldn’t shake the sense of urgency gnawing at my gut. I was here to protect my crew, but my thoughts kept drifting elsewhere. Y/N. 

My cigarette hung loosely from my lips, the end flickering with each deep breath I took. I’d already gone through too many packs just thinking about her safety. Every puff seemed to ease the tension in my chest, but only for a moment. What if something had happened to her? What if Luffy and Mosshead were too late? 

“Sanji! You’re spacing out again.” Brook’s voice snapped me back to reality.

I flicked the cigarette away, letting the wind carry it off the side. “I’m fine, Brook. Just… thinking.” I straightened up, trying to focus on the task at hand. As Nami, Chopper, Caesar, and Brook continued walking ahead, I felt a deep sense of unease creep over me. The further we went, the heavier the atmosphere became, and something in the air made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

We rounded the bend, and that’s when I saw it—destruction as far as the eye could see. The once serene jungle of Zou was now littered with broken trees, debris, and ominous smoke rising into the air. Crucifixes, scattered like some macabre display, stood out among the wreckage. 

“What the hell happened here?” I muttered, my eyes scanning the scene. The devastation was overwhelming, the remnants of a violent battle etched into the land.

Y/N POV…

"I don't like this one bit," I muttered, my eyes scanning the eerie scene. The toys, now looking more unsettling than before, stood around us like silent sentinels.

"Are they tin soldiers?" Kyros whispered, his voice laced with suspicion.

"Is this supposed to be a joke?" Cavendish growled, Farul beginning to back up slightly in response to the tension.

"One of them fell over," Luffy said, pointing towards a toy soldier that had toppled onto the ground. Just then, to our horror, the toy soldier began chewing through the dirt, its jaw unhinging in a grotesque manner.

"What the hell is this?!" I yelped as we narrowly dodged the crazed attack.

"I'm going full speed," Cavendish declared, gripping the reins tightly. "You guys are going to have to take care of yourselves."

"We're completely surrounded!" I said, feeling the tension rise.

"Were there always this many?" Luffy asked, eyes wide as more toy soldiers began to emerge from the mist, their movements jerky and unnatural.

"What a nuisance," Cavendish said, his voice cold and calculated. "The only way to advance is to dispose of them."

"Alright!" Luffy grinned, flexing his arms. "You guys wanna join in?!"

Kyros quickly dismounted the horse, readying his sword. "Yeah!"

"Wait, Y/N," Luffy suddenly turned to me, his tone shifting to a more serious one. "You stay with Traffy on the horse. Gotta save your strength for the big fight, don’t we? Cabbage, Kyros, and I will take care of them."

I crossed my arms and pouted, feeling a bit left out. "Man... I wanted to join in on the fun!"

Law's voice, low and teasing, broke through my frustration. Still laying down on the horse, his handcuffed wrists resting behind his head, he smirked lazily. "Don’t pout, Princess. You’ll get your chance. Besides..." His gaze flicked over to me, eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief. "I’d rather keep you here with me. I might get cold without your warmth."

I raised an eyebrow, half-annoyed, half-amused. "Really, Law? In the middle of all this?"

His smirk widened, and he winked. "What can I say? I prefer the view here."

We turned back around, watching as Luffy, Cavendish, and Kyros moved through the toy soldiers with dynamic speed and precision. Their attacks were swift and powerful, each strike perfectly calculated to dismantle the advancing horde.

"Hmm, two minutes," I commented, a teasing smile playing on my lips as I glanced at the aftermath. "Looks like a new record, Captain."

Law, still lounging on the horse beside me, chuckled softly. "Typical Straw Hat... always a little over the top."

Luffy, hearing me, flashed his usual grin as he finished off the last toy soldier with a quick punch. "Gotta stay sharp!" he called back.

"Nice work," I said, still smiling, though my focus had already shifted forward. Luffy climbed up to the horse, followed by Kyros. Cavendish, however, remained oblivious that the group was already mounted.

"Cabbage, we’re waiting," Luffy laughed.

"Were you all just watching me?" Cavendish asked, clearly annoyed.

"Lighten up, Cabbage, now hop on," I said, a small grin tugging at my lips.

In an instant, the toys sprang up again, one of them launching a surprise attack on Farul. The impact knocked all of us to the ground.

"Horseeey!" Luffy cried out, his voice full of concern.

"Is he...?" I muttered, dread filling me as I saw the injured horse lying motionless, struck down by the toy's attack.

Luffy’s expression darkened, and with a quick motion, he launched a Jet Pistol at the center of the toy, knocking it down. "Farul!" Cavendish yelled as he knelt beside his horse. "Stay with me! I can’t believe it... they crushed its head."

"How are these toys still moving?!" I growled, clenching my right hand and pressing it against my left, activating the electrical charges flowing through me.

"How dare you! That’s my partner!" Cavendish roared, drawing his blade. "Blade of Beauty: Round Table!" He struck at the toy, but even that wasn’t enough. As we watched in disbelief, all the toys began to stir, coming back to life.

"You’ve got to be kidding me!" I said, exasperated.

Suddenly, a voice cried out from above, and a figure landed on top of the toy soldier. "Damn it, I got sloppy," the man said, shaking off the dust.

"It’s you?!" Luffy exclaimed, recognizing the figure.

I turned swiftly to Luffy, raising an eyebrow. "How do you know so many people?" I asked, half-amused, half-bewildered.

"Mr. Luffy! And... Princess Y/N!" The man’s eyes widened, tears streaming down his face as he began to cry out dramatically. "Oh, my dreams are coming true!"

Before I could respond, another figure appeared from above. "Robin!" Luffy and I shouted in unison.

Without thinking, I ran up and hugged her tightly. "Good to see you’re okay, Y/N," she said with a soft smile, though her expression quickly shifted when she noticed the bruising on my neck and collarbone. Her fingers lightly brushed against the marks.

"What happened to your necklace, Y/N?" she asked, her voice concerned.

I looked up at her, my emotions starting to well up. "Doflamingo... he yanked it and threw it on the ground, breaking it," I said, my voice wavering. "And the marks... they’re from him, too." I held onto Robin tighter, the weight of everything catching up to me.

Her arms wrapped protectively around me. Just then, Law approached us, his frustration evident. "Nico! You brought the key, didn’t you? Give it to me now!" he demanded, his eyes sharp with urgency.

We pulled away, and I made my way towards Law. "I left them with Rebecca," Robin replied, her tone steady despite the tension.

"Damn," I muttered, my frustration mounting. I had hoped someone would have the key.

"What?!" Kyros said, his concern palpable.

"She’s alright," Robin said reassuringly. "She’s headed to the flower field right now."

"Well, she got away," a voice said, dripping with disdain. "Even if she makes it into the palace, she won’t be able to do anything."

The figure emerged from the shadows, his face coming into view. He raised his eyes, locking them onto Luffy and me. "Strawhats," he said with a sneer. His gaze then shifted to me. "And you, the young master has been waiting for your capture."

Rage surged through me, and the blades in my thigh halter began to glow with their distinctive hue. "You can tell the young master he can shove it! I’m not his, and I never will be!" I shouted, the hue intensifying.

The man ignored my defiance, turning his attention to Robin. "I’ll kill Rebecca once I’m done with you."

"Bastard!" Kyros spat, his anger barely contained.

"I know you!" Luffy exclaimed, his voice filled with determination. "The name’s Gladious, and I’m putting an end to this rebellion."

The toy soldiers began to move again, and I yanked one of my blades from its sheath. Blue flames danced around it, ready for action. "Rooster, let’s go!" Robin commanded as she and her partner took their positions.

"Luffy, Traffy, Soldier, Y/N, go ahead to the flower field and get that key," Robin said decisively. "We can handle this."

"Are you sure, Robin?" I asked, my voice wavering with concern.

"Rebecca is waiting! Just go!" she insisted, her voice unwavering. With a determined nod, Luffy agreed with Robin. Gladious then launched his attack, but before Luffy could react, he was blocked by a massive shield. "Mr. Luffy, let me take care of it!" Rooster called out, stepping forward. "Barrier!" The enormous protective barrier shielded us from the oncoming assault.

I quickly placed my blade back into the thigh halter, securing it as the blue hue faded from my weapon. I couldn't help but wonder why the hue kept appearing whenever I felt intense emotions. Gladious groaned in frustration and summoned the toy soldiers once more.

I clenched my right hand, feeling an intense surge of power as I prepared for the fight. "Luffy, let’s clear a path!" I shouted. With a powerful punch, I struck the ground, unleashing my technique, Celestial Rupture. The impact created a massive shockwave that rippled through the area, causing the toy soldiers to collapse and shatter under the tremendous force. The ground cracked and trembled as debris flew in all directions, dismantling the toys in a spectacular display of devastation.

Luffy, seizing the moment, unleashed his Jet Whip with fierce precision. His rapid kicks and strikes sent the remaining toys hurtling through the air, their bodies disintegrating upon impact with his powerful attacks.

 “Rooster head” or how luffy called him was stunned. “Sweet! I got front row seats to a Jet Whip strike and a combination of beauty and strength by the Princess! What a day!” He swooned, clearly awestruck.

“Stop wasting time!” Law snapped, his irritation evident. “We’ve been fighting these stupid dolls forever! Hurry it up, Strawhat!”

With a determined glint in my eye, I leaped backward into the air, landing next to Law. I crouched down beside him, my fingers playfully sliding through the back of his hair. Law tensed slightly at first, but soon, a soft groan escaped him as I let my fingers slowly trail down to the back of his neck, brushing against his skin.

His hat shielded most of his face, but I caught the faint blush creeping up his cheeks. His eyes, darker now, looked at me with a mix of tension and something deeper. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” I teased softly, my voice low and flirtatious.

Law exhaled deeply, his head tipping just slightly into my touch. “You have no idea,” he murmured, his tone rougher, edged with a teasing promise of his own. His voice dropped as his eyes met mine, unwavering. “Once these cuffs are off…”

I raised an eyebrow, my smirk widening. “Once these cuffs are off… what?” I whispered, letting my fingers linger at the back of his neck, feeling the slight shiver that ran through him.

Law’s smirk matched mine, his gaze intense. “You’ll find out.” He leaned into my touch just enough to send a shiver of anticipation down my spine.

I chuckled softly, pulling my hand away, the warmth between us lingering. 

As Luffy ascended the barrier stairs, Rooster Head was still celebrating his moment of glory. “Thank you for being born!” he exclaimed, still on the ground in a state of utter adoration. His enthusiasm was infectious, and I couldn’t help but chuckle at his dramatic display.

Finally reaching the top, Luffy, with me over his shoulder, and Law beside him, saw Rebecca waiting eagerly. “Rebecca!” Luffy shouted, his voice full of relief. “Lucy! You made it!”

Rebecca’s face lit up as she held up the key. “Luffy, here!” she called out, tossing the key toward him. At that moment, a toy soldier lunged towards us, its mouth open menacingly.

“Luffy, now!” I yelled, bracing for impact. With quick reflexes, Luffy grabbed the key and unlocked Law’s cuffs. Law and Luffy landed gracefully, and as I prepared to propel myself into the air, Law swiftly caught me mid-flight.

He looked at me with a smirk, his eyes betraying a mix of relief and amusement. “You really do have a knack for needing rescuing, don’t you?” he teased, his voice low and warm.  

I raised an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at my lips. “Was this your way of showing me what you’d do once your cuffs were off?”

Law’s gaze deepened, and he grabbed my wrist as we both landed safely on the ground. His voice was dangerously low, “Not even close, princess.”

A faint blush colored my cheeks, and I froze for a moment, caught off guard by his intensity.

Luffy, oblivious to our exchange, cheered with enthusiasm. “We finally made it!”

“About damn time too!” I said, shaking off the lingering heat in my cheeks and walking towards him with Law by my side. 

Luffy, Law, and I stood together, but I could sense Law’s distraction. "Finally free," he muttered, flexing his hands, now rid of the sea prism stone cuffs.

“This is it—the fourth level where Mingo's hiding. Let’s tear this place apart!” Luffy said, determined.

I clenched my fists connecting them, the fiery energy and electric pulses blending as they surged through me. "You had me at tearing this place apart, Captain," I said with a wicked grin.

Just then, a voice cut through the air. “Law! Strawhat! Princess!”

My blades began glowing again—this time, my left hand pulsed with blue energy, while my right hand gleamed white. I glanced at them in confusion. “What the hell is happening now?”

“It’s Diamante,” Law growled, his expression darkening as the man approached. Kyros leapt forward, blocking his attack. “You three go ahead!” Kyros shouted. “I’ve got a score to settle with him. Kill that bastard!"

Luffy and Law both shouted back, “Leave it to us!”

I couldn’t help but smirk. "Make sure you whoop his ass for us, Kyros!" But before we could charge forward, Law grabbed my arm, pulling me back. I unclenched my hands, feeling the energy dissipate.

"Strawhat, let’s move," Law ordered.

"Yeah!" Luffy nodded, pausing only to thank Rebecca for her help.

"Will you really defeat Doflamingo?" she asked, eyes full of hope.

Luffy turned, his face serious. “My name isn’t Lucy, it’s Luffy. And I’m going to be King of the Pirates!"

I couldn’t help but smile at his bold declaration. His conviction never wavered, and I felt proud to be by his side. “There’s no need to worry,” Luffy reassured Rebecca as we ran towards the palace.

Just as we neared, Diamante unleashed his Devil Fruit powers. “You pain in the ass brat, you stubborn fool, and you—traitor!”

Before we could fight back, Law stopped us. “Wait. Room!” The dome surrounded us, and in a flash, we were transported to the palace pool area.

"So this is the place," Luffy remarked, standing up.

"Took long enough," Law replied, his voice tense.

"Wow, your ability really comes in handy," I said, impressed but noticing how drained he looked.

"Yeah, princess, but it takes a toll. With the sea prism cuffs and you carrying me around, I saved just enough energy," Law said, forming a smaller circle. “Scalpel.”

To my shock, Law groaned as he reached into his own stomach, pulling out two bullets. Luffy and I watched in silence as the bloody projectiles hit the ground.

My hand instinctively went to my left shoulder, remembering the bullet lodged there. Luffy noticed and turned to me, his eyes widening. “Wait, Y/N, weren’t you shot too by Mingo?

Law’s hands hovered over the wound, his eyes wide with shock as he traced the damage. His breath came out in sharp, shallow bursts. I could feel the tension radiating off of him, the way his fingers trembled ever so slightly.

"You were shot?" His voice was a low growl, almost feral, as if he was holding himself back from exploding.

I nodded, trying to keep things light. "It’s not as bad as it looks, Law. Really, I’m—"

“By Mingo?” he cut me off, his voice trembling with barely controlled fury. His eyes locked onto mine, dark and intense, and suddenly the world felt too small. “And you didn’t think to tell me?” His words were clipped, barely restrained, as if holding back a storm.

I winced as his hand gently, but firmly, pressed against the wound, inspecting the damage. “It happened when you were unconscious back at the colosseum. I didn’t think it—"

"You didn’t think it mattered?” His voice was cold now, deadly. He yanked his hand back from my shoulder as if it burned him. “He hurt you, and you kept quiet?!”

I swallowed hard, trying to reason with him. “It all happened so fast, I was facing Doflamingo head on. I just needed to—”

He stepped back, his fists clenched so tight his knuckles were white, his jaw clenched hard enough to crack teeth. “That bastard,” he hissed. His entire body seemed to be trembling with a rage that was about to boil over. 

“Why is your wound more damaged?!” he yelled, his usual calm shattered as the reality of what Doflamingo had done started to sink in.

I sighed, knowing this was coming, knowing he wasn’t going to let it go. His concern felt suffocating, but there was no escaping it now. “When… I got to the palace, I was tied with his strings. You were still unconscious in a chair next to me,” I began, my voice trembling slightly as the memories resurfaced. I could still feel the tight grip of those cursed strings around me.

Closing my eyes, I forced myself to continue, even as the memory sent a chill through me. “He… kept trying to touch my collarbone and my exposed shoulders, but I pushed his hand away every time. That’s when he got angry… and he dug his finger into the bullet wound,” I whispered, my voice fading as the pain of that moment surged back into my body. I could still feel his fingers pressing into the wound, the sharp sting, the agony as he twisted it just to make me suffer more. My breath caught for a moment as I tried to shake it off.

Law's eyes darkened further, his hands trembling as his fingers curled into fists so tight his knuckles turned white. "That sick bastard…" he muttered, fury evident in every word. He looked as if he was ready to destroy everything in his path just to get to Doflamingo. His protective instincts surged, his anger almost tangible in the air around him.

“He wanted to break me, Law,” I admitted quietly, my voice barely above a whisper. “He thought he could control me… that he could use my pain to make me bend to his will.”

Law’s gaze softened for just a moment, the rage still there, but now mixed with a deep, unspoken regret. He reached out, gently touching the edge of my wounded shoulder.

"None of that matters now." I said quickly, trying to steer the conversation away from my injuries. "We’re here now. I’m fine.”

But Law wasn’t listening. He was already forming the circle around me, his fingers moving with precision but shaking with anger. “This is going to hurt,” he muttered, his voice strained.

“Scalpel.”

The sharp pain of the bullet being removed shot through me, but I clenched my jaw, determined not to make a sound. The lead bullet dropped to the ground with a dull thud, and Law froze, staring at it. His eyes darkened with something far more dangerous than before.

“Lead bullets,” he whispered, the anger building in his voice. His fists clenched again, shaking with rage. "He used lead bullets on you."

The cold fury in his voice sent a chill down my spine. Law straightened up, his whole body rigid with barely contained violence. “I’m going to kill him,” he swore, his voice low, trembling with hatred. “I’ll rip him apart for this.”

I reached for his arm, trying to ground him, but he pulled away, eyes fixed on the horizon. “Law—”

“No,” he snapped, his voice a growl. "This ends here. That bastard will pay for every second of pain he caused you."

“What... did you just say?” Luffy’s voice was low, almost calm. Too calm. His eyes darkened as they shifted between Law and the bullet. 

Luffy’s head snapped toward Law, his brow furrowed in confusion. "Lead bullets?" His voice was low, but there was an underlying tension. He glanced at the bullet on the ground and then back at Law. "Wait... is that the same kind of bullet they used back at the Colosseum?"

Law nodded grimly. "Yeah, it's the same. It’s not just a regular bullet. Lead poisoning slowly kills you from the inside out. That bastard… he planned to make Y/N suffer.”

Luffy’s face tightened, his jaw clenching as the realization sank in. His fists began to tremble, knuckles white with the force of his grip. “He used these on Y/N…” His voice dropped dangerously low. “That bastard used those on my crew.”

His gaze shot toward the palace, his eyes now burning with an intense rage. “DOFLAMINGO!”

Without warning, Luffy slammed his fist into the ground, the sheer force sending cracks through the stone. “I’m not letting him get away with this!" His voice grew louder, filled with fury. "Nobody hurts my friends like this!”

He shot a determined look at Law and me, his face hardened with resolve. “We’re ending this—NOW.”

he declared, his voice low but filled with the fire of determination.

My hands began to tremble, the weight of everything crashing down on me. The memories of Doflamingo’s torment, the fear that my friends wouldn’t reach me—it all hit at once. The strength I’d tried to hold onto started to slip away.

I turned to Luffy, my vision blurring as tears welled up in my eyes. “Luffy... for a moment...” My voice cracked, the tears I had been holding back finally spilling over. “I thought you and Zoro wouldn’t make it on time,” I whispered, a single tear slipping down my cheek.

Luffy's expression softened, the fiery determination in his eyes mixed with something warmer—reassurance. "We're here, Y/N. And we're not going anywhere," he said, his voice steady, filled with a strength that reminded me why I could always count on him.

As I stood there, trying to calm my shaking hands, I suddenly felt two strong arms wrap around my waist from behind. Law’s grip tightened, his hat tilted low, hiding his face. But I could feel something wet hit the back of my neck—tears. His voice, usually so controlled, cracked with emotion as he whispered, "Princess... I..." He hesitated, his words barely coming through. "I couldn’t protect Cora... and I couldn’t even protect you..."

The weight of his pain hit me as hard as my own. I turned around gently, cupping his face in my hands. His eyes were glossy, filled with guilt and sorrow. "It’s okay, Law. I’m okay," I whispered, wiping his tears away with my thumb. I didn’t want him to carry that burden any longer.

With a soft smile, I reached for my tiara, removing it from my head and handing it to him. "Hold on to this for me," I said, looking into his eyes as if to reassure him that I would be fine.

I turned to face both Luffy and Law, determination settling back into my chest. "Let’s go kick Mingo’s ass!" I declared, trying to ignite the fire in both of them.

Just as Luffy and I were about to start walking, Law reached out. "Wait, Y/N!" he called, his voice returning to its usual sharp tone. "We need to come up with a plan. We can’t underestimate him."

Luffy crossed his arms, huffing in frustration. "Look, Mingo’s getting an ass-kicking whether there’s a plan or not. So let’s go!" he retorted, his fists clenching with excitement and impatience.

The two began to bicker back and forth, Law trying to be strategic while Luffy, in true fashion, was ready to charge straight into the fight.

Their voices suddenly quieted as we all heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps approaching from inside the palace. Our gazes snapped towards the source, the tension thickening as we realized someone—or something—was coming.

Usopp POV… 

I readied my slingshot, my hands a little shaky but steady enough. Kanjuro was preparing the drawing we'd use to stop Sugar. Viola, with her clairvoyance, was crucial now—her eyes could see what was heading our way.

"It's going to create a level playing field with Sugar," I muttered, grabbing the wrapped-up drawing and heading back to my station.

"Viola, I'm going to need your clairvoyance. I want you to relay every move Sugar makes," I instructed, my voice more confident than I felt. Viola nodded with determination.

"I am the sniper. This is where I shine. I take out enemies from afar and protect my team!" I whispered to myself, pulling my goggles down over my eyes.

"Viola... make me proud," said King Riku, his trust pushing me to do better.

"I can see her now! Sugar is approaching them from behind," Viola called out, her eyes locked on the scene. Hack and King Riku were ready to provide backup, making sure no one could sneak up on us.

"She's nearing your friends at a steady pace; she's in their line of sight!" Viola continued.

"Keep your eyes on her!" I urged, my heart pounding in my chest. "I gotta make this count!"

"Sugar’s in the yard now," Viola said urgently. "It seems she’s crying, trying to play the sympathy card with your friends. And... Law is holding onto the waist of the princess."

I let out a breath, smirking slightly. "Really? I just know Sanji would have a field day if he was hearing this," I muttered under my breath, trying to distract myself from the pressure.

"They’re about to leave her behind, but... wait, they’ve turned back," Viola informed me, her voice laced with concern.

I began to pull back the strap of my slingshot, as far as I could go. The tension in my arms, my nerves, everything was tightening. "You gotta tell me her exact location!" I shouted.

"Look at the top of the towers, the windows in the center! I can see them, but there’s an iron bar over it," Viola explained quickly. "There’s a bottom bar too, about four feet from the ground."

"Sugar’s still behind the column! She's advancing—she should be in the middle any moment now!" Viola said, worry creeping into her voice.

"My target's behind a damn wall. If I miss, it's goodbye, Luffy!" I muttered, feeling sweat drip down my face. The anxiety spiked, and I swallowed thickly, shaking my head to push away the “what-ifs.”

"We have to nail this! No matter what!" I growled, gritting my teeth. The pressure mounted, but I had to keep steady.

"Hey, Luffy, Y/N... I don’t want to miss this, and I don’t want to head to the seas without you or Y/N!" My thoughts raced as I focused.

"I can see their auras!" I thought to myself. Then, the moment came. "Special long-range attack!" I shouted, releasing the slingshot, the projectile flying through the air toward its target.

"Luffy, Y/N... I’ve got your back, even if you don’t realize it. Keep pushing ahead!" I thought, my hands trembling as I waited for the impact.

And then—Sugar was out cold. Her trauma reignited, rendering her unconscious.

"Outstanding! You pulled it off! You really are a sniper. Sugar is down for the count!" Viola said, tears in her eyes.

"How are they?" I asked, my heart still pounding in my chest.

"They're all fine, Usopp. Nice work!" Viola said with a smile, her voice full of relief.

I let out a long breath, feeling the weight lift from my shoulders. I did it. We did it.

[dearabby1990]

Chapter 46 Family dinner

After a bath & falling asleep in each other’s arms that nap was something your body so desperately needed being pregnant even in the early stages is very tiresome. You’re both awakened by the sound of the alarm that was set both rubbing the sleep from your eyes & stretching out your limbs you both decided to freshen up & start getting ready before everyone shows up to head to dinner. You decided on a beautiful two piece floral outfit you found just before you all left the top tied just below your bust & the skirt wrapped around your side and tied in a bow paired with matching sandals starting on your hair & makeup you hear Eddie exit the bathroom in a pair of black cargo shorts & a black Hawaiian button up shirt with skulls all over it & his curls beautifully resting against his shoulders intently watching you finish getting yourself ready putting on a few finishing touches with some earring’s & other jewelry. “Hey Ed’s?..” “yes my love?” You turn to him standing up brushing down your skirt “go in my purse in the side compartment I have something in there for you” he goes to your bag sitting on the edge of the bed digging around for said item pulling out a small cherry wood stained box with an E carved on the front slowly opening it to reveal a gold ring with blue & red stones he looks at you in bewilderment “sweetheart do you even know what this is?” You walk over to sit next to him on the bed “of course I do it’s the ring of three wishes I don’t think any dungeon master should be without one do you?” He tries it on & it’s a perfect fit matching well with his other assortment of rings adorning his fingers “I love it princess thank you & I totally agree Dustins gonna be so pissed when he sees I actually have one of these suckers” you chuckle & then hear the knock at the door along with muffled bickering. Eddie opens the door for all of them to file inside the living room area “Dustin is being salty that Lucas & Mike beat his ass on street fighter every round” gareth is laughing so hard his face is beet red “it’s utter bullshit!! The damn thing is rigged I’m telling you” “sure it was Henderson we’ll test that theory out later but for now sweetheart wanna let us know what we’re doing tonight?” “Sure we’ll dinner is in 40 minutes I made us a reservation at this restaurant on the beach they have hula dancers & men who juggle & do tricks with fire it should be really fun & I figured after that we could all either watch a movie or go for a walk down on the beach or something we’ll vote on it later if you all want but tomorrow is a big day I got us all set we’re going swimming with dolphins after breakfast & we’re going snorkeling with an instructor who’s gonna take us on a tour don’t worry we’re gonna experience a lot here guys & im happy you’re all here. All you gentlemen look so handsome tonight now let’s go feed me & this baby im starving” “I second that but I have a food baby” Jeff says slapping his tummy getting a good laugh out of everyone as eddie is on one side & gareth on the other each linked into one of your arms escorting you towards the restaurant as Mike makes sure there’s a clear path for you & opens any door that you all encounter being the upmost gentlemen. The table is large & set beautifully with lots of flowers 🌺 you all take a seat Eddie pulling out your chair & helping push you in & letting everyone know that tonight you have it set to where it’s an eight course meal that they bring to your tables serving style with dishes big enough for all to pass around the table. From steak to lobster the finest shellfish & fresh fruit & vegetables you’re all enjoying each other’s company drinking virgin strawberry daiquiri’s & enjoying the entertainment provided. Watching everyone’s eyes lighting up & having such a great time together is all you ever wanted you start to feel emotional not knowing if it’s because of the pregnancy or just the fact that you have everything you could’ve ever wanted right in front of you Gareth notices first not wasting a moment getting out of his seat to console you whispering.

“Hey you alright? You wanna go get some air?” You wipe your eyes quickly before nodding & getting him to tell Eddie you both will be right back he looks concerned at first but Gareth gives him a reassuring look & touch to the shoulder & he knows his wife is in the best hands. You both exit the restaurant towards the sandy beach “So?.. what’s going on Jame? You know I know you better then anyone literally there’s things about you that I know that even your husband doesn’t but that’s because we’re family & I love you & we’ve literally grown up together. You know you can tell me anything right? No judgement just all ears” you take a deep breath before turning to him “I’m just really happy to have you all here & im happy to have a whole family with all of you… I’m just…. Gare I’m petrified something bad will happen to take it all away you’ve seen the shit I’ve been through how could I not be afraid to lose all of this to lose Eddie any of it.. am I crazy?” He shakes his head like a madman “No you’re not crazy you’ve just been through a lot. I know you’re dad gave it his all to try & pick you apart make you a shell of who you used to be. He wanted you to feel like nobody would ever love you or want to be around you when that’s so far off jame he was a piece of shit & he didn’t ever deserve a daughter as wonderful as you. You’re sweet, caring, loving & you goto war for the people you care about you’re the best friend I’ve ever had & don’t tell Eddie I said that I’d never hear the end of it” you giggle before pulling him in for a hug hiding in the crook of his neck whispering in his ear “thank you Gare bear you’ve always been the best brother I could ever wish for” he smiles at you before gesturing back towards the restaurant “let’s get you back to your husband before he loses his shit” heading back in you’re met with concerning looks from the whole table “I’m okay now guys I promise just hormones I think making me a cry baby” “you’re not a cry baby Jamie you’re a bad ass & I don’t know what it’s like to create life but I doubt it’s an easy job you’re doing awesome don’t worry” Lucas says “okay who wants dessert?!” Everyone ordering ice cream & you sliding your hand onto Eddie’s lap & him interlocking his fingers with yours giving you a peck on the nose. Taking your ice cream to go you all head for the shore walking & goofing around with each other being here with them all especially the younger kids has you definitely wanting to talk to Eddie about how large of a family you both want to have or if he even wanted more then one child. That’s a conversation for another day right now you’re too busy soaking up the amazing sunset with almost all of your favorite people. Once you’re back to the hotel you all bid goodnight heading off to your own rooms. As soon as you close the door you kick off your sandals & pull out one of Eddie’s band shirts using it as a nightgown before crawling next to him in bed nuzzling into his chest taking in his scent of cigarettes sandalwood cedar wood and leather mixed with your amber and jasmine perfume is intoxicating fingers tracing his tattoos as he plays with your hair & 21 jump street plays on the tv in the background occasionally stealing kisses from one another before Eddie’s playing with your hair lulls you to sleep.

[rock-swag-tournament]

i just found this blog but sadly its now the quarterfinals. hyped af for this!!

(im also a rising geo major (freshmen) and was wondering if you had any words of wisdom?)

It is the quarterfinals, but I do still plan to have a rock tournament (no minerals) and another funny rock/mineral/etc tournament which you can submit things to here!

As for words of wisdom...I've had this sitting in my inbox for a couple days and the best I can do is someone else's words. One of my favorite professors has a saying. And this man, I think, is legally considered a dinosaur. That is to say, he got his degree before plate tectonics became the widely accepted theory. Anyway, he would constantly tell us "You're only as good a geologist as the amount of geology you've seen."

Rocks are WEIRD. But the more weird shit you've seen, the better you are at identifying (or at least coming up with a hypothesis about) weird shit in the future.

And I used to be like "I can never be a good geologist because I have not seen that much geology. I can't afford to travel the world, or even the country, to see more geology!"

The good news is, you don't have to travel the world to see more geology. Chances are, there are some weird and cool rocks where you are. Or at least pretty close by. Museums, parks, outcrops on the side of the road, stream beds, field trips, university hand samples, etc are all ways to see more geology.

This professor had a couple other mantras and things, some of which were his and some he borrowed. "All models are wrong but some are useful" (George Box) and "No rock is accidental" (which may be original) but I wont get into those unless anyone is dying to hear more geology philosophy.

My own advice would be 1) Have fun. It's so dumb and cliché, but it's true. In particular, field trips were some of the most fun I've ever had. Even when I was wet and/or cold and/or miserable and/or exhausted (and/or a bit hungover), they're a good time. You get to see real rocks (that sometimes aren't accessible to the general public)! Stand on the edge of highways (and sometimes people stop and ask what you're doing)! Go inside caves or ford streams to see rocks if you're extra lucky!

Also, I haven't met a geology major who stayed with the major who didn't like it. I mean there were times that I was in the basement of the geology building at midnight like, "I have to memorize the names of 155+ rocks for a test tomorrow and I am going to fail why did I ever do this?" but I passed those tests, and there was always at least one other girl in my class who would show up and put on Studio Ghibli lo-fi and we'd study together.

It isn't all fun field/lab work and licking rocks. There is a lot more math and chemistry and physics (and even biology) than most people might anticipate. But it's all more than manageable. And it's COOL to see those fields interacting. So if you hate every second of it, something ain't right!

Which leads me to 2) It's okay if the plans change. When I showed up to campus as a freshman, I was CERTAIN that being an archaeologist was my calling.

I changed my major before the end of September.

Now, I was taking both geology and archaeology classes that first semester. I intended to get a minor in geology or maybe even double major. But I switched to a geology major with an anthropology minor (and a few other minors thrown in for fun). And the best part was, I was able to do both! My capstone project was using geophysics for archaeological investigation!

So, words of wisdom: See all the rocks you can. Love the rocks. Have fun with it! I don't know any other majors at my school that had field trips! I went to museums, outcrops in the middle of nowhere, and National Parks (and Greece for my research) for FREE. I got to play with rocks and acid and big machines and draw pictures and color stuff (the stuff I was coloring was a completely incorrect cross section of the local geology, but still).

And if all that ends up NOT being what you wanted, change your mind, but try and keep your love of rocks. You can always get a minor!

Obviously I hope it is what you want and it stays what you want! I want every person I meet to LOVE geology. So even when you are confused and there's too much shit to memorize and you want to change your major, see if you can't find some of the really fun shit about this amazing field.

Also, if you get the chance to use a rock saw, fucking take it.

[flyingcookierambles]

ffxiv patch 6.3 maintenance = servers down for tonight welp

i was working on the book of skyfire 1 with the extremely rare and stupid FATES when i had to eat dinner and shower so uh welp guess ill do that tomorrow now idk

hm i think ill have to choose between bloons 6, creeper world 3 or 4, or just. firing up the deck and finally playing bayonetta 1 or wolfenstein or something. sadly lara croft rise of the tomb raider is taking forever to download lol its like 50+ gb or something honestly ridiculous lol

also, i think its quite funny but, the original thief games dont work on steam/linux without modding. like. this ancient game from like 1997 or 98 or something, thief 1, also known as Thief Gold (i think is the title on steam to differentiate it from the Thief 2014 (reboot??)) doesnt work on the cutting edge of technology/linux. like. we have to download a thief mod to fix it, idk why lol. tbh i’ve been planning on getting it anyways if i were to play it on pc as it was originally intended just bc i hear that it has some compatibility patches for windows 10/11 and also lighting fixes or something for immersion/fixing crappy graphics anyways and i think the reason that linux doesnt like it is something about the cutscenes rendering?? i honestly dont really understand, is it like the cutscenes are literally some old windows movie maker files that the game keeps in a separate folder and loads every time or what lol

(other news tho since squareenix is currently just killing itself for stupid nfts, at least eidos montreal and crystal dynamics are finally free of their bs lol maybe we can finally have a proper new thief to scratch the itch that the original thief and dishonored series left us on. theres not enough good sneaky games out where >_<  oh an deus ex i guess. never played it but i do have it on my steam backlog and i’ve heard that once you get over the silly jank of early pc games it and the story really hold up, im looking forward to playing it sometime)

edit: looked up why some games that are old + some visual novels that really shouldnt be that demanding hardware-wise aren’t playable, aaaaannd yup, its a cutscene / windows movies file issue. or, as this article puts it, “ seems to fail because in-game videos use a problematic Windows Media Player codec that could be difficult to implement through Steam Deck's Linux Proton compatibility layer.” theres also some issues that are just keyboard/mouse heavy games so it can be hard to play if you dont have a bluetooth keyboard/mouse on hand already. the article is from jan 2022 though, so hopefully some of these issues have been fixed. also love how they put “Final Fantasy” in the verified games list. like. bro, which one?????? there are 15 final fantasies plus some extras, its a very misleading game series names truly lol.

theres also i guess a community driven site about players testing the games thru proton themselves, looks like someone managed to get amnesia memories to work somehow????? 3 months ago??? even though steam store is showing me a no, this person says it does? maybe they modded it or used wine or something to install it rather than the standard proton linux that steam runs on. ive only used wine to run utau and a ds emulator on my macbook, i really dont know enough abt linux to play around with it tbh....

sure would be nice for the op of that comment to like. idk. have a more detailed comment on how they got it to work or something.

the website itself lets you put in your steam id url or number and you can check how many games in your library are verified - steam’s rating vs community/linux tinkering rating. cool. i have 46 steam verified games yayyy

website - https://www.protondb.com/dashboard

[thatfuzzyfamiliarspace]

‘tis a gooooodd dayyy. I defo give credit to how he fucked me last night, my god I love that reverse speed bump position and where he grabs my throat and covers my mouth. ughhhh. I wish he’d edge me in that position talking dirty in my ear for timeeee. Ngl I woke up hella horny this morning and I wanted to get his sleepy side out but he werent having none of it. Part of me feels like because I’m so accessible to him now there just isnt that same level of want, as to when things were more restrictive? but then again maybe its just gone for good idk. I’m still tryna work out his libido. He says he’s horny all the time but like, we usjj only have one round so I feel like theres defo times where he isnt interested which is okay I just need to work it out. I need to test the waters abit. I just dont wanna go in for it and he;s in some silly goofy mood and doesnt get the hint ? idk idk I’m over thinking it. He came over and straight away obliterated both my holes with the new toys yesterday. That was really fun. I did NOT expect the dragon one to be used in my ass my god.. ‘twas fun tho and defo feel like thats why im in a good mood today. 

I’ve been productive at work today, am vair happy with myself. I’m surprised because I can tell I’m getting more ill. I think I’m tryna ignore it so we dont have to reschedule our dinner tomorrow night. I’ve been waiting for a month for this ! I just wanna do sommin for him for once and I’m really hoping he enjoys it. Kinda wanna get a cab so we can drink and get drunk and go home and carry on and play drinking games.. I wanna have that same vibe we had that time i came back from drinks in london with my work lot and he brought out the spikey thing... But we’ll probs be too full for anything when we get home aha. 

Tryna not think too much about the fact this is my last month in the flat. I need to focus on the positives of moving out but not having that space is really gonna affect me and I know it. Seeing him less and having less private time alongside being home with my parents is gonna take sucha toll on my mental health. Then starting my new job.. Its gonna be hard and alot. I’m really gonna miss how things are atm. I know I’ll never be ready for the change but its gonna happen regardless. 

God I feel so ill :/ ffs !!!! Gotta try and not let it affect me, Wanna stay happy for him. 

[louscartridge]

heya im here requesting kevin…again. how about kevin and reader are secretly dating and the way hunter finds out is that kevin n reader have a pregnancy scare so they arent as careful and accidentally leave the pregnancy test out on the open in her room and then hunter later sees kevin kiss her and hunter freaks out on them. ofc dont feel pressured to write this ty for the consideration! <3

i do not give permission for my fics to be posted claiming to be yours, translated, or posted on another platform without credit

sorry this took so long! 

kevin schlieb x reader. although they/them pronouns were used its involves pregnancy so yk. 

cw- pregnancy, like 2 curse words, hunter being slightly obnoxious, slight panic?? idk tbh 

“fucking hell.” you let out an exasperated sigh, sitting on the edge of your bed as your leg bounces up and down anxiously.

“what am i gonna do?” you ask yourself quietly, looking down to your hand with the pregnancy test in it. you put the test on the corner of your dresser, taking a steadying breath.

“what day is it?” you question, pulling your phone out of your back pocket.

“sunday. so i can tell him tomorrow at school. great. however, i have no idea what im gonna tell hunter but ill figure that out when the time comes!”

after going downstairs and getting a snack you go back in your room and put a movie on, falling asleep soon after.

———

hunter hadn’t heard anything from y/n’s room in a while, so decided to check on her. quietly opening the door he looked around their room and soon see them lying on their bed.

“y/n!” he whisper-yelled. “are you sleeping?”

he receives no response, so he walked over to the bedside table, grabbing the bowl sat there to take it to the kitchen, but something caught his attention making him pause.

‘this better not be positive’ he thought to himself as he eyed the pregnancy tester sat innocently on the desk.

he stared at the middle of it.

‘shit, its positive. did they see this before they fell asleep? should i wake them up? no let them sleep stupid if they didnt see it thell see it when they wake up tomorrow’ so many thoughts rush through his head, and it’s not even his problem to deal with.

one particular thought nagged at the back of his head until he couldn’t ignore it anymore.

‘who? who are they doing stuff with? i mean like y/n’s one of the most single people i know. well- not as single as me but… close enough!’ he thought to himself again.

hunter quickly came to the conclusion that he wouldn’t tell anyone. it wasn’t his issue, and was quite frankly none of his business. he would just wait and see how this all plays out.

———

as the obnoxiously loud ringing of the bell shocks you, you get up from your seat along with the other 20 kids in your class and exit the classroom.

the only difference this time was that instead of kevin going to a normal class, he would go with hunter to band practice.

before he could open the door, y/n grabbed kevin’s arm and pulls him behind it, making him jump.

“woah, hey! don’t you have art right now?” he questioned.

you always liked the fact that you both remembered eachother’s class schedule. you always knew where the other was.

“yeah but listen i have to tell you something. and i know you’re busy right now and have stuff to do and-“ you ranted.

kevin cuts your ramblings short by placing his hands on your shoulders.

“hey, slow down. i can skip today if you want.” he says moving his calloused hands up and down your arms soothingly.

“no i don’t want you to skip.” your voice slightly calmer.

“impregnant.” you speak so quickly your words merged together.

kevin’s eyes widened and he didn’t say anything at first. he just stared at you.

“are you coming or what? you need to practice more man!” hunter yells to him, rolling his eyes and not giving anyone the chance to respond.

tears started forming in your eyes, his lack of response starting to scare you.

he glanced around awkwardly and took both of your hands in his “hey hey it’s ok!” he says reassuringly.

“no kevin it’s not, what are we gonna do?” you say, voice shaking.

“well. we have a few options and we have time to decide. we will figure something out.” he leans in to kiss you not noticing that hunter never walked away from the door.

“oh my god! you? kevin? seriously!” hunter yells in disgust, swinging open the door to the music room.

“y/n, out of all the people you could’ve banged and you chose this nerd?” hunter laughed, smacking kevin on the back of his head playfully.  

[tf2redshot]

How would the mercs react to 'you are the father'? Which one would cry while holding their baby for the first time? WHERE ARE THEY!...oh, sorry. Wrong fandom on that last one...

mercenaries | holding their kid for the first time

Scout

"Me? A pa?"

He's frightened. He's excited, but he's frightened. He grew up with only a mother, how the fuck does he become a father? He silently curses whoever his father is for putting him in this kind of situation, but also thanks him for giving him the opportunity to not fuck up like he did. Scout springs back up again, a determined grin on his face as he holds his kid. This was his kid. A mini him. Scout as much as possible tries to block out any insecurity and tries to see the good side of things. Though every now and then, he'll need constant reassuring.

"Imma spoil him rotten. Ya think he'll like chicken for breakfast?"  (son is literally a few minutes old without any teeth)

Soldier

He has such a gentle look on his face it'd be hard to tell if this man was Soldier or not without his helmet. For once, he fathers up and takes the news like a champ. He isn't scared, this is his kid. His little.. part of him. The information is still processing in his head, but you can tell he's struggling to get the right words out. He tries to give a decent reaction. This isn't the war, this isn't the battle back in Teufort, this is his fucking child. He already has a whole future planned out in his head for what he wants to do with his kid. He's ecstatic, and he's looking forward to all of this. 

"You and me, son. I'll make you proud."

Pyro

It's a MINI PYRO! It's obvious they're struggling to keep their giddiness in, with shaky hands they cradle their kid, eyes sparkling with joy. They take a moment to admire all this. Their own kid, alive and healthy, pure and innocent. Pyro treated them like they were the most fragile thing on earth and momma hen instinct took over.

"Um, excuse me, we still need to run some tests." The doctor stood by the door, watching the firebug cradle their kid in the far corner of the room. Pyro just shook their head.

Demoman

Demo's in silent shock, a look of pure adoration in his face. This was his kid. *His* kid. There's a gentle smile on his face as he pokes the kid's cheek. Okay, this wasn't a dream. He's doting on his kid so much it's unbelievable. He nudges their cheek with the curve of his finger, tickling their nose, anything. He still can't believe this is happening. He doesn't have the heart to let go of the kid when the doctors come in to check on them.

"Just check 'im while I'm holding 'im. Och, is that so much of a problem?"

Heavy

He's mommy. Let him be. He's overjoyed to be holding his kid, he needs to be scolded sometimes to keep it down. It's surprising to see Heavy like this; the usually stoic man doting over his kid like there was no tomorrow. Can't stop with the nicknames, might have forgotten their real name because of it who knows

"медвежонок.. you are so small. You fit like egg in hand."

"Heavy, da fuck did you just say?"

Engineer 

Engineer is speechless. What? Him? A father? Holy shit. He thought that maybe his experiences with being a total father figure to the team would help him out, but boy was he wrong. The moment he held his baby, he realized that taking care of a baby would be very very very different from taking care of eight grown men. He can't hit them with a wrench or send them into respawn. This was a FUCKING BABY. He's nervous when he holds his kid, but once his kid let out their first giggle or laugh, Engineer was laughing along for whatever reason, hell bent on making them laugh again. That was a very cute noise. Do it again.

"Hell.. I can't believe this. You're.. adorable. Got that from your father, didn'tcha? Heh. Just kidding. Or am I?"

He's a freakin dork

Sniper

W-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-what? He was mentally preparing for this moment the past nine months, and all his training went crashing down the moment he held his kid. He was shaken up, this was his kid. Was this even okay? Was being an assassin and a father a good idea? Definitely not, but the way his kid grabbed his pinkie stole his heart, and he was determined to keep his little roo safe. This man is fucking territorial, not even his partner could hold the kid for the first few hours. 

"Mundy, c'mon, give-"

"Piss off." He says, a dangerous edge to his voice as he pats his kid's back, trying to get them to burp. He would have been taken seriously if not for the adorable scene he was making.

Medic

The reality of him being a father doesn't hit him until later, when he's back in his own sleeping quarters. In the hospital, he's professional, checking on the kid to see if they're healthy. He gives the check-up, even does the delivery, if adopted, he did all the paperwork. He did everything he needed to do as a doctor. But as a father? It dawned on him in the middle of the night, when he heard his baby cry. Like an automated response, he got up, carried the baby until they calmed down. Then it hit him. When did he ever learn to do this? From nurturing baby baboons probably? It came to him so naturally it was surprising, pleasantly surprising.

"Mein gott.. this is veird. Babies are so fragile.."

Spy

Sadly, he misses his baby's delivery. He spent the entire night and morning on the roof, finishing his pack of cigars. He was stressed. Very. He had his car keys in one hand, contemplating whether or not he should just drive off and forget this ever happened. But he didn't. After a couple of years with Scout back in the base, he's learned his mistake, and he still regrets it to this day. He's been wishing for a chance to redeem himself, now he has it. He returns to the hospital room, apologizing for his delay. When he sees the baby, he's stricken with fear. What does he do? Without being given another second to decide, he's given the baby, and he's never felt genuine fear before, but staring at the baby really got him thinking hard. The baby's eyes, they were exactly like his. The baby's hair even even looked like his. All of this was so shocking to Spy. He couldn't help but stare at the baby- his baby- the whole time. The scene itself was adorable. Spy holding and staring at a baby with eyes full of adoration for 9823487 hours.

"This.. this is mine?"

"Yes, Spy, and can you not talk about the baby like he's a thing?"

[way2gowillow]

Why does no one listen??? Like I remember when I was like 10 i started having intense wrist pain and at the time I was cheerleading so i thought it was just carrying the girls so of course I tell people hey hey my wrist hurts rlly bad can you help me but of course they say "it's just from the handstands and cheerleading just ease off" then I 'complain' so much I can't cheer anymore but the pain still persists and I'm telling people I'm in pain I'm in pain hello??? And they're like "well you know you have an bulimia it's probably just being bulimic things" so no doctors or parents listen to me then I recover from bulimia then I gain weight right and they go "oh y'know it's just you being a women that's why your back hurts" then I join my art school and I start taking dance classes to help with my theatre degree im going for so I start dancing, and the pain doesn't stop. "Dad I'm serious my feet hurt so bad I can't even walk" he goes "well maybe you should stop dancing" I go to the doctor for a checkup late last semester 'hey I'm having excruciating pain and it won't go away." "Maybe it's arthritis." But my dad cuts her off "no, they don't need any tests their fine." I'm like 15 atp and I'm trying to literally TYPE ON A KEYBOARD and my fingers lock up I show people LOOK MY FINGERS ARE STUCK I'm in pain, I'm ALWAYS sick I get sick like twice a month something is wrong. I'm taking acting classes that semester so it's not like I'm doing heavy exercise for them to blame it on he goes "you're really being dramatic you're just stressed" now here I am. 16 years old middle of the summer. I've been trying any and everything to feel better to stop the pain from coming in. And I wake up this morning and my entire body hurts. Every. Single. Inch. It's never been this bad before in my entire life. My neck, my shoulders, my elbows, my wrists, my fingers, my ENTIRE BACK EVERY INCH, my hips, my knees, my ankles, and my feet and toes hurt so bad I have literally been unable to even walk more than a few feet without having to sit down, I have a pretty intense pain tolerance too, so I walk downstairs having to get my sister to practically carry me, theyres tears pouring down my face I've never been in this much pain, I walk into my dad's office "dad please it hurts so bad make it stops" HE TELLS ME that "You've been eating pretty bad recently lots of sugar..." (He's a 2 almonds per day type of person, which is ironic because my mother is 350 pounds... But anyways) and I say"okay??? What about my PAIN"

He says "I'll take you to the gym tomorrow, and eat better, you're really doing way to much with all this crying go wash your face." THEN HAS THE AUDACITY TO SAY "your room needs to be clean by the way"

WTF I AM SOBBING I AM IN SOBMUCH PAIN and I just like get dismissed like this IVE BEEN IN PAIN FOR 6 YEARS. IT WONT STOP and like why does no one listen to me I'm sick of this shit I'm just gonna just die. Like curk up in a ball and die. I can't even get out of bed, my sister helped walk me upstairs and I'm laying here but like I don't think he understands how much pain I am actually in. I never cry for pain, like ever, yet no one listens.

I don't know, I'm stuck. I need advice. Im not an adult yet I don't know what to do. I'm not like angry or anything but I'm in so much pain how can I convince anyone someone that I need help and if you don't know that any tips to make it stop. I've taken like 1000 mlg of Ibuprofen and it has bearly cut the edge off so please tips god anything would help.

-rosy

I'm so sorry. :( I know how much joint pain can hurt.

I can't convince your father, but I wouldn't give up reaching out for help. Whether it's from him or not, you make sure they don't silence you. Don't give up until you see a doctor again. Describe your joint pain- how long it lasts. If it keeps you awake, if it interferes with your daily activities. Do not hold back. Tell them about how ibuprofen does not help with the pain. (Don't directly ask for pain meds because they will be suspicious that you are only there to get some strong prescription drugs). Instead ask if something can be done to prevent the root cause of the pain.

I'm not sure why your father would object to have testing done for you. It's honestly a pretty simple laboratory test. They'll draw your blood and they'll be able to check your white blood cell count, as well as a bunch of other things. If it's autoimmune, then your white blood cells will be abnormally high. And then they can begin treating you. Any good father would want the best for their child. Him refusing to take you is extremely negligent.

Some advice? let's see...

During my early stages, I took OTC joint pain reliever. It worked for a little but I got worse. Now, whenever I get a flare up I take ibuprofen or Tylenol (whatever I have, but NEVER both). CBD products also help. Lidocaine cream like Icy-Hot helped a great deal too. I'd also invest in some compression gloves or socks. Supposedly ice can help with inflammation but I find that heat works much better for me, so I have a heating pad. If you don't have one that's okay. Just take a rag or clean cloth and wet it under a faucet. Stick it in the microwave for a minute and you can use that. (Just make sure the cloth is damp. If you can, low impact exercise is good since it keeps your body from getting so stiff. For me sometimes I feel like being a blob because everything hurts to move, but I know if I don't at least walk around a bit, then I'm going to feel so much worse.

I know this advice is kind of weak-sauce, but I at least hope it'll do something to help. Again, I highly encourage you keep telling everyone you can that you're hurting. I'm hoping maybe you can get some laboratory work done and they can identify what exactly is going on with you. I would agree that it sounds like arthritis but it could also be something else. I'm not a doctor though, and I can't diagnose anybody. I'm not qualified in any way to make an accurate and informed statement about your own health. :'D

Best of luck. <3

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Please commander ,  a guren x F!reader smut

tw- choking, degrading, praising {good girl}, creampie? , public sex? 18+

you had joined the vampire extermination squad with the same goal as everyone else, to defeat the vamps but your interred changed once you saw your latent general.. guren, he was some nice eye candy, his messy black hair, his purple eyes so full of mystery, the amount of times you've trained together made you question his motives with you, knowing gurens past with using people as test subjects made you wonder if you where just one of his new lab rats.. oneday your question got answered, it was a day that could be described as normal... intill  commander guren called you into his room in the lad, boy was it a pain to get there but you soon realize how worth it it will be. 

“y/n.. what took you so long” the general walks over to you. he looks so stressed an emotions that's normally hard to read on him. “I'm sorry latent general the guard's where being tight on security today” you respond looking down afraid to meet his gaze with a swift motion he gently his middle finger under your chin to make you meet his beautiful purple eyes “ill except that excuse only this once y/n understand me? “ you nod quickly words caught in ur throat. the tall man walks back to his chair looking back down on the lab, you stay in the same spot to worry to move the air is thick full of tension.. but a tension you cant put ur fingers on.. “Y/n come sit” he says patting his lap. “commander you mustn joke like that.” he looks you up and down with the same expression he uses during fights.. a very serious one.. one that sends shivers down ur spine.. “y/n “ he deepens his voice to a more serious tone “ I'm not joking. now I'm making that an order from ur commander” you look at him shocked but you shyly walk over and sit on his lap laying ur back on his form  chest.  “commander guren.. why did you call me here? low ranks aren't allowed here” he doesn't give u a real answer he simply starts kissing your neck which makes your breath get caught in ur throat.. ”y/n.. say the word and ill stop ..but if not then take everything i say from here on out as an order..” “yes commander” he can feel him smirk against ur neck.. “good y/n..you always listen so well to me.. is it cause im ur latent general or something more” you freeze at his words..knowing if you dont respond quick hell know ur answer “g-genaral im just following orders..” he sees through ur stuttered out answer.. with that he stands up bending you over the table running his hand along ur clothed ass “didnt i say take everything i say from here on out as an order? so why lie to ur commander hm? “  you let out a quite whine, he hums pleased at ur reaction he smacks ur ass “im gonna ask this again y/n answer honestly.. do u listen cuz im ur commander or another reason” he slides his hand into ur uniform bottoms his fingers running over ur clothed cunt “something more commander” you partly whine out weak to his touch “good, ive taken in interested in you to y/n, now the new mission  plan has got me stressed.. im gonna relive it using u” he slips ur bottoms and underwear off slipping one of his fingers into you the other toying at ur clit “y-yes c-commander please” he slips another flinger in “begging already y/n? are you that weak for me? or are you just a desperate fucking slut hm?” he takes his free hand to lower his pants freeing his hared cock.. you come to the realization of whats happening “w-wait.. guren thats not appropriate for here” he didn't seem too care as he slides himself inside you with a hard thrust wrapping one of his gloved hands around ur neck.. leaning close to ur ear to say “one what did you just call me? thats commander guren to you and two” he stops and thrust into you again this one rougher then the first “  i dont care if its appropriate or not if your so worried then keep it down” ending his sentence fully pulling out then thrusting back in keep his pace slow but rough you moan out his name causing him to slap ur ass using his free hand which he then uses to grip ur waist tight.. you know it will leave finger's prints tomorrow. His speed picking up he wasn't ever fair while training that carried over to how he was now fucking you .. unfair.. the tease he is..”c-commader faster please” the hand he had around ur neck got a bit tighter ‘’good girl addressing ur superiors  properly. ill reward you “ he went faster almost making you wish hadn't asked him to speed up.. your legs start to shake . nearing cumming due to  the rough fast thrust he was doing he was quck to notice and sped up more knowing you were close.. as he was nearing his high as well he bites ur neck sucking a few hickeys then whispers “ be a good girl and cum with ur commander” between how he bit ur neck and his voice whispering such things to you sent you over the edge “COMMANDERR” you scream out as he makes you cum not long after you u feel him cum inside you leaving you full. after that he pulls ur underwear and shorts up “need help back to ur room?” he ask smirking knowing damn well what ur answer will be.. 

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So exciting your requests are open! can you do a soft moment of vulnerability with King Arthur? then you can add as much or as little smut to that as you want. but I just feel like that man needs a little love and support <3 I hope you enjoy your week break and properly pamper yourself!!

A/N: I love the idea of a type of caregiver/teacher for Blue that works in the palace and so I kind of ran with it. I hope you like it. Thank you for reblogging, commenting, and liking. 

Pairing: King Arthur x F! Reader 

Warnings: It’s pretty soft but I curse once. 

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Late Nights with the King 

“And they lived happily ever after,” you trailed off, your hand, running through the short hair at the top of Blue’s head. Your small charge had quickly burrowed his way into your heart. You pulled the covers up higher and placed a kiss on his forehead, backing slowly out of the room and closing the door with a slight click. 

It was late, and the castle was quiet as you made your way through the labyrinth of halls, the book of fairy tales clutched to your chest. You turned the corner and into the room with the fabled Round Table, hoping to cut through to the kitchens for a late snack before bed. But, your steps faltered when you learned you were not as alone this evening as you thought. The King slumped in his chair, a hand over his eyes, the table littered with essential documents and maps, and you quietly began to retrace your steps out of the room, but you were not as quiet as you thought. 

“Come,” his voice echoes throughout the great room, “please, is there something you need?” He slowly lowers his hand, and you lower to a curtsy, “please,” he begs, “I hate when people do that.” You can’t help the chuckle that bubbles up your throat, and he smiles, “what’s so funny?” 

“The King does not like when his subjects bow and curtsy before him?” you tease, biting your lip, “how would you like best to be addressed then, sir?” 

“When we are alone like this, I would like to be addressed by my name, Arthur.” 

“Arthur,” you test the name on your tongue, half expecting lighting to come and strike you for addressing the King in such an informal way. He smiles and nods, gesturing to the seat beside him for you to sit. “Oh, Your Majesty, I wasn’t seeking you out; I was just cutting through to the kitchens.” 

He gives you a playful glare, “Arthur, please. Would this suffice?” he pushes a plate towards you laden with grapes, apple slices, hard cheese, and a crust of bread. “I also have wine,” he grabs a second goblet and fills it with the sweet red. “Please, join me?” You’d never thought the King would ask such a request of you, but you do not wish to insult him, so you take a seat a few spots down, reaching for the plate. “Closer,” his voice is low, almost as if not to startle a fawn, “please.” 

Your pulse quickens, and you rise quickly, bumping your leg into the table and causing the contents to rock, the glass of wine sloshing onto a paper. “Fuck,” you mumble, quickly pulling your skirt to wipe up the mess, the red staining your dress. He chuckles, and you turn to see him watching you with amused eyes. “I am so sorry your Maje-” 

“Arthur,” he quickly corrects, pulling out the chair beside him, “those are nothing of consequence. Please just take a seat.” You pull back down your skirt and take a tentative seat beside him. He reaches for the plate and sets it between you, taking a grape and popping it into his mouth. “So why are you up so late, my Lady?” 

“Please, if I must call you Arthur, you must call me by my name. Plus, I am no Lady; I am just here to raise Blue and give him a proper education.” He hands you the glass of wine, and you tremble as his hand grazes over your own, taking a large sip to soothe your nerves. 

“How is Blue doing with his studies? I regret that I haven’t been a perfect father figure to him lately. Back Lack would be so disappointed in me,” he sighs, leaning back again. His eyes look distant, and he rubs a hand over his beard. You don’t think, reaching across to take his hand. He turns to look at you, the storm brewing in his eyes. 

“You are a wonderful guardian to him; he loves you very much. He always speaks so highly of you and how he never thought the Boss would become the King, but there wouldn’t be any better. He admires you very much, Arthur,” he rubs his thumb over your hand. “He understands that you are the King, and when you get a chance, he will get his time with you.” His eyes lose some of their brightness, and you take a look at how utterly exhausted he looks. 

“I don’t want to let him down,” he mumbles, “or anyone else.” 

“It’s an enormous weight on your shoulders, I reckon, being King.” Your hands move without thought, your thumbs rubbing each other in soothing circles, his hand warm and prominent in your own. 

“It is,” he whispers, leaning closer to you. 

“How does one cope with such pressure?” you ask, taking your eyes off your intertwined hands and looking up at him, noting you are much closer than you remember. 

“I don’t,” you feel his breath ghost across your lips, “All of it, being King, trying to be a good guardian to Blue, keeping the kingdom safe, yielding Excalibur, it’s all on my shoulders.” You lean closer, like a moth to a flame. Brushing your nose against his own, on the edge of your seat. 

“Is there anything I can do, my King?” your tongue slithers out to wet your lips, and you feel it graze his bottom lip, the catch of his breath loud in the silence. 

He drops your hand and moves to cup your cheek, skin soft against his calloused palm, “my name,” he breathes, “is Arthur.” 

“Arthur,” you whisper, his head moving to close the distance between you. His lips are hot and firm against your own, scooting closer to lick against your lips. His hands drag you forward out of your seat and into his lap, pulling you closer until there is no space between you. His other hand comes up, and he traces his thumbs over your cheeks as he wields his tongue like the famed Excalibur, leaving you breathless. The tenderness of his touch and the way he kisses you have you melting into his arms. He pulls away with a sigh pressing his forehead to your own. 

“Do you feel better now?” you whisper against the shell of his ear, his forehead dropping to your shoulder and wrapping his arms tightly around you. 

“Yes,” he nuzzles his face into your neck and presses scratchy kisses against your skin, “you are so soft and smell so good, I could get lost in your arms.” You run your fingers through his hair, nails gently scratching his scalp, and he groans, leaning further into your touch, “that feels nice,” he slurs, drunk off your warmth and soft touch. 

You lean back, and his head slowly rises to meet your eyes, “I should go,” you whisper, “it’s very late and,” you bite your lip, holding back. 

“What, love, tell me,” the endearment is not lost on you, and your eyes soften. 

“I am not a fine Lady of the court,” you swallow, “nor am I a whore.” He blinks and cups your cheeks keeping your eyes fixed on him. 

“I hope I did not give the impression that I see you as such, and you are better than all those Ladies in their fancy gowns and laden with jewels. You see me. Arthur.” You slowly drag his hands down your cheeks and stand from his lap. For a moment, he looks like he will reach for you again, but with a slight shake of your head, he drops his hands to his lap; closing his eyes, he leans his head back against the chair with a small thump. 

His eyes open suddenly, lashes fluttering as you cup his cheek and press your lips to his for one final kiss. “Goodnight, Arthur,” you whisper, “same time tomorrow?” His eyes light up, and his lips turn into a smile. 

“Same time tomorrow.” 

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[dontlikemelons]

influence II reader x dream

(please only consume this content if you are 18+, this fic contains sexual themes that may not be the most appropriate for younger audiences. thank you!)

it’s my first post! im still very much testing out the waters with my writing style, so i am totally open to any (constructive) criticisms you guys have (ex. nicknames you’d like me to use, certain things you’d like me to write about,etc.) i hope you enjoy! 

- mel (a.k.a. melons 🍉)

Clay has been on a call, talking with George and Nick for a while since you got home. Usually, you’re understanding about the hours that go into the behind-the-scenes of his channels -- even encouraging him to work when he’d rather spend the days cuddled in the Florida apartment you share. This time, however, you’re not having a good day. After countless incidents with stubborn customers and a run in with some family you’d distanced yourself from, all you could think about was getting home to Clay and Patches. When you got home though, he seemed too preoccupied to even say “hi”. You hopped in the shower, hoping that he’d be a bit more attentive by the time you were done. After finishing your shower and changing into comfier clothes, you go to ask him if he’s nearly done. Surprisingly, you’re only met with a cold “no” and nothing else. You leave and go to the bedroom, annoyed with his sudden coldness towards you. 

Clay notices your stiffness in response to him. “Shit- one sec guys, sorry. I think y/n’s mad at me. I, uh, I think I should log off for the night anyway, we’ll finish this tomorrow. George, make sure the coding for the video is all set please. I’ll talk to you guys later.” He quickly moves from his chair to the closed bedroom door. Concerned, he tries to apologize. “y/n? I’m sorry I didn’t mean to be so harsh. We’ve just been working on the code for this video all day and-”

 You stand about a foot away from the mirror, arms crossed, facing away from him. Noticing your bothered demeanor, he starts to walk towards you. His footsteps were firm and purposeful, but soft. He knew that heavy footsteps made you nervous and he didn’t want to make you even more upset than you already seemed. 

“y/n? Little flower...” he says in a somewhat soft and teasing tone -- he knew you had a weak spot for that nickname. You feel your hair stand on edge as he approaches you from behind, his brooding figure towering over you in the mirror you now share. You try to keep looking down, but can’t help but shoot him a glance in the reflection. This glance shows the both of you that there’s more than just anger on your mind.

“Oh, c’mon now, look at me. You know how I love those gorgeous eyes of yours.” His arm snakes around your waist, grips your left hip and spins you to face him. As he steps closer, you step further, determined to maintain your authority. Soon enough, your upper back meets the cool mirror you were just staring into. He reaches out with his pointer finger, tilting your chin upwards to meet his gaze. “Chin up for me, baby.”

For a moment, you forget that you’re supposed to be angry with him. You drown in his glare, swimming in his olive green eyes and taking in the universe that seemed to exist behind them. “There’s my baby, just look into my eyes,” he says, noticing the sudden softness in you. “See the love I have for you, I know you can feel it.” You snap out of it, but as you try to look away, his hand moves to the back of your head to keep you where you are. He thinks for a moment before speaking, his thumb narrowly brushing your cheekbone and the area under your left eye. You love when he makes his thinking face, when you can see the gears in his beautiful mind turning. Even more, the anticipation of what he’s going to say next.

He moves his right hand from the nape of your neck to match the other, which is firmly planted on the wall on the other side of your head. “You try to act like this stubborn little thing, like you’re looking for a reaction. I know you’re not bitter like this, and when you are it probably means you’ve had a bad day. Even so, this whole act you’ve got going is a bit more exaggerated than it usually is.” Shit. You really were frustrated, and you know your feelings were valid. But at the same time, you know that your stress can sometimes require more...sensual coping mechanisms. 

“Your stress tends to make you a little more bratty from what I’ve seen. All this while I know that the only thing I have to do is whisper a couple special words into your ear and slowly...run my fingers...down your body…” He trails off in thought, tracing your body in a way that sends goosebumps spiraling everywhere. He starts to lower his voice to a tone that he knows is another weakness of yours, and continues his sentence. “...And you’ll be melting at my touch. Isn’t that right baby? Show me how you melt for me, you know how I love it.” As your eyes flutter closed, you can feel your knees go weak and your head spin at his words. He lowers himself to be at eye level with your waist, running his hands down the back of your thighs. 

“You...You know exactly what you're doing don’t you? I-I’m supposed to be mad at you here. You’re being incredibly i-inconsiderate right now-” you struggle to exclaim, losing the sharpness you intended to add with those words. 

He whispers, “Oh am I?” Noticing the faltering in your knees, he tightens his grip. As he slowly moves his hands back up towards your back, your legs give out. When you fall to your knees, he stands and looks down at you with an air of satisfaction in what he’s accomplished.

“Look at you. My little mess, not even able to stand after my hands make contact with your skin. When I asked you to show me how you melt for me, I didn’t think you would actually end up on the ground but...I do like looking at you from this angle.” You feel yourself getting wet and look up at him, face red from embarrassment. He can tell by the look on your face (and the small squeal that you happened to let out as you fell) that you’re unsure of what to do. He kneels back down beside you, placing his hand by your crotch, where you knew he’d feel the heat and dampness radiating from your core. 

“My goodness, already a whimpering mess for me,” he says, tucking a bit of hair that fell into your face behind your ear with his free hand. Seeing your fluttering eyes, he slowly and teasingly inches his fingers closer to your clit, noticing the wet patch on your underwear. “Oh, what’s this? A puddle forming already? Poor little flower, do you want me to help with that?” You nod, prompting him to pick you up bridal-style and carry you to the bed.

“T-thank you,” you mutter quietly. 

“Of course, baby, anything for you,” he whispers. “You know how much I love you. Now, relax and breathe steady for me. I’ll be expecting more from where all that came from…”

[farfromtommy]

seb being a stepdad to chris' kids or vice versa!

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a/n: okay this is literally one of the best ideas ever and im so in love with this fic. i think this takes the cake for my favorite fic i’ve written!! this is mildly edited so pls be kind. im so proud of it and hope you guys love it <3

please reblog if you enjoyed reading and and feel free to leave any comments!!

warnings: drinking, mentions of sex, brief mention of medical procedure(s), there might be some language i dont remember

word count: 4,400

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Chris has been your best friend since elementary school and all through middle and high school. Everyone knew how close you were to him and how deeply you loved each other. It was never in a romantic sort of way, though. Nobody really understood the relationship you had with him, they just shrugged their shoulders and minded their business.

When Chris told you he wanted to move to New York to follow his dream of being an actor, he asked you to go with him. You shared his love for theatre and the arts and always wanted to see if you could make it as a big-time Hollywood actress. You packed all your things into your tiny car and made your way to New York with your best friend.

You spent your 28th birthday sitting on Chris’s couch with a bottle of tequila and a broken heart. Your boyfriend of 3 years broke up with you on the grounds of you being “such a drag” and “not someone he wants to settle down with any more”. You had planned a life with him. He talked about marrying you and having kids with you just weeks prior. And he had just thrown it all away.

Having gone through almost half of the bottle of tequila already, Chris took the bottle from you and just looked at you with sad eyes. He ran his hand through your hair as you buried your face in your pillow and just cried. You pulled yourself together after a while and willed yourself to sit up and look Chris in the eyes.

“I know I’m kinda drunk right now but Chris, listen to me. Can we make a pact? When we’re both 30 and if we’re both still single and loveless. Let’s have a baby. We don’t have to like… y’know… do it or anything. We can do it through insemination or in a petri dish or however they do it. I’m just- I want to settle down and have kids but I don’t think I’ll ever trust anyone else.” You rambled, gesturing wildly with your hands. Chris suppressed a laugh and looked at you like you were crazy. You just looked at him questioningly until he realized this was not the alcohol talking.

“Are you serious? Like, me and you? Having a baby? Seriously?” He pulled himself off the floor and sat on the coffee table in front of you.

“I’m so serious. You can say no, Chris. This is me asking you what you think. I always said that if I don’t have a husband or have been with someone long enough to have a child with them, that I would go to a sperm bank and do it like that. You know how badly I want kids, and I know you want them too.” You moved to the edge of the couch to move closer to him. He stood up and grabbed your hand to help you up. He dragged you towards the kitchen and sat you down at the table, telling you to wait there while he grabbed something. He came back a few moments later with a notebook and a pen.

“Alright, let’s figure this out. We’re going to ask each other questions about this and write down the answers. Any conditions we have we’ll write down, if we can’t agree on them we don’t do it. I know you’re not super sober right now so we can do this now and talk about it again tomorrow.” He wrote ‘Y/L/N - Evans Baby’ along the top. You smiled a bit to yourself and waited for him to talk.  

“I don’t want to be just the sperm donor, I want to be involved in everything. From the ultrasound appointments to picking preschools. I also want to be in the room when you’re in labor.” He wrote it down as he was talking and looked up at you. You nodded with a big smile on your face.

“I would want you as involved as possible. We would be co-parenting this hypothetical child. My turn. To keep this from getting messy, we should do it through a clinic. Me in stirrups and your swimmers in a turkey baster. Sex can make things complicated and weird, I don’t want to risk something going wrong between us and then there be a child involved. Insemination isn’t as effective but we can always keep trying if it doesn’t work.” You pulled the notebook towards you and wrote down your condition.

That went on for the rest of the night. You and Chris take turns asking questions about your hypothetical baby. You had filled up pages and pages of notes about what you both want, from how you would decide to tell your families to living arrangements to if you’d circumcise or not if it was a boy.

A little more than 2 years later you and Chris found yourselves at the dining room table of his Boston home again. The notebook you had filled just a few years back right in front of you, along with 5 pregnancy tests. They were face down on the table as you anxiously waited for the timer to go off.

“Alright, Chris. This is it. It’s been 5 minutes, we can flip them over.” You released a shaky breath and stared at the tests right in front of you. Chris grabbed your hand and laced your fingers together. You looked at each other before reaching out to flip over the individual tests. Seeing all 5 of the tests with 2 solid pink lines knocked all the air out of your lungs.

“Oh my god. They’re all positive! Oh my god, Chris!! We’re going to have a baby!” You both jumped out of your seats and jumped around the kitchen before hugging each other and crying. He kept thanking you and kissing the top of your head while you sobbed into his chest, soaking his shirt. There were lots of tears over the next few weeks from you both after confirming your pregnancy with your midwife.

8 or so months later Penelope Elizabeth Evans-Y/L/N made her way into the world and the arms of her parents. The world seemed to stop when you heard the cries of your daughter for the first time. You could’ve sworn Chris stopped breathing the second he laid eyes on her when she was placed on your bare chest. He didn’t even care that she was covered in blood and other bodily fluids, he swore that she was the most beautiful human being to ever exist.

He took a lot of time off from filming and working to take care of you both. Once you found out you were pregnant, you stopped acting for the most part. You knew that you wanted to be a stay-at-home mom, at least until she was old enough to go to school, and maybe then you’d go back to smaller roles that kept you close to home.

Chris had a hard time leaving you and Penny once it was time to go back to work. He held her close to his chest and cried at the thought of leaving her when she’s still so little. Seeing the extreme separation anxiety he was already having, you offered to go with him to set and find an apartment or house to rent for the duration of the shoot. This ended up being the greatest thing you could have come up with. Every single project that took him away from Boston, you and Penny were right there next to him. You and Penny followed him to what seemed like every corner of the Earth.

The weeks leading up to shooting The Winter Soldier were the most exciting for Chris. He had been training for months to get into shape and was really excited to have you and Penny on set with him. He had also been talking nonstop about working with Sebastian and Anthony again.

One night Chris came home with Sebastian and Anthony trailing behind him. Penny had gone down for the night and you were nursing a glass of wine on the recliner, watching whatever you could find on TV.

“Hey, Y/N. I should've called ahead, I’m sorry. We’re just going to have some beers while we watch the game.” He walked in and gave you a quick kiss on the cheek. You moved the blankets off your lap and stood up to greet Anthony and Sebastian.

“I don’t think you ever got a chance to meet these guys before. Y/N this is Anthony and Sebastian, guys this is Y/N.” Chris introduced you and you moved forward to give them both hugs.

“Sorry for barging in on you unannounced, we would’ve made sure this idiot called you before to make sure it was all good,” Anthony said, taking the beer Chris handed him.

“Oh please, don’t worry about it. He used to do it all the time when we lived in New York. Sorry, the place is a bit of a mess. Didn’t get a chance to clean today, I’ve had my hands full, especially with this one” You gestured a thumb to Chris and he sent you a playful glare in return.

You offered to put together some snacks for the game, knowing very well Chris couldn’t handle his alcohol without some sort of food in his system. Anthony and Sebastian offered to help while Chris snuck off to go see Penny.

“How long have you and Chris been together?” Sebastian made some small talk while looking for serving bowls in your kitchen. Anthony leaned against the counter and continued to sip on his beer.

“Oh, we’re not together. We’ve been friends since we were kids and we actually are just uh...” You chuckled nervously, not knowing what to say to his friends. Chris walked into the kitchen with Penny in his arms at that moment. Her head tucked into his neck, hands gripping at the fabric of his shirt and his arms under her butt.

“We’re raising our daughter together. They go with me wherever I go so I don’t miss anything and so Y/N doesn’t raise Penelope by herself. We’re co-parenting in the same house.” He said, looking at the tired toddler in his arms. Sebastian and Anthony both sputtered on their beers at the same time, not believing what they were seeing.

There was no denying that she was a product of you and Chris. Even with her sleepy eyes, they could see the bright blue color that matched the man carrying her. They saw the swoop of your nose and the color of your hair. They stood there just taking it all in.

“I had a bit of a crisis when I turned 28 after my long term boyfriend dumped me out of nowhere. It was one of those ‘if we’re 30 and aren’t married’ sort of things. We turned 30 and were both still single, so we had a baby.” You shrugged, looking over at your girl.

“And it works, being parents without being together but still living together?” Anthony asked, gesturing towards the two of you.

“We had everything figured out before she got pregnant. We had conditions that we both had to agree on before we even got serious about it. We were both very adamant about not doing it the old fashioned way so things didn’t get messy. It took some time to figure out the… terms and conditions I guess.” Chris laughed a little bit. Anthony and Seb nodded in understanding and kept looking at Penny.

“I’m happy for you, man. Seems like you both are really happy. How old is she?” Anthony walked into her line of sight and waved his fingers a bit, trying to get her attention.

“She turned one a couple of months ago.” You said and watched Penny pick her head up and look at Seb and Anthony, inspecting them a bit. Her big blue eyes landed on Sebastian and she stared him down before he gave her a small smile and waved at her. She was a little shy around new people and would usually bury her face in the neck of whoever was holding her.

To your surprise, she leaned away from Chris and moved her hands out to Sebastian. Everyone’s eyes widened as she whined a little bit when he didn’t reach out to grab her. Chris moved closer and told him it was okay and let Penny make herself comfortable in his arms. She buried herself into his neck much like she does with you and Chris, her tiny fists clutching his shirt. Her eyes shut immediately and let herself fall asleep in his arms.

The next few months went on more pleasantly than expected. Chris often had late-night shoots and training, leaving you with Penny most of the day. Anytime he knew he would be home late, he’d send Seb over with dinner or just an extra set of hands to help you with Penny. She knew you were her mama and Chris was her dada, then one day she had her Seba. Anytime you opened the door to let him in with her on your hip, she immediately squealed and started to chant ‘Seba! Seba!’ and didn’t stop until he was holding her.

Sebastian had brought up the idea of taking you to dinner one night to Chris. Even though you were a single adult who could make decisions on your own, he didn’t want to disrespect Chris at all. Chris never saw you as anything more than his best friend, it had always been like that. He was ecstatic when Sebastian brought up the idea of asking you out.

“I’m so serious, Seb. I think it’s a great idea. She talks about you a lot and really loves being around you. She’s going to say yes, I promise. Y/N hasn’t dated since we had Penny, mostly because she’s scared of what someone would think about her living with her childhood best friend who happens to be the father of her child.” Chris told him honestly. You weren’t interested in dating at all since having Penny. Mostly because being a mom was your first and only priority.

Sebastian let out the breath he was holding and ran his fingers through his hair, all of a sudden nervous about asking you to dinner. Chris clapped a hand around his shoulder and gave him a quick pep talk before sending him on his way.

The 2 years between wrapping Winter Soldier and starting Civil War had been interesting, to say the least. Everything Chris did kept him in the states for the most part. You and Penny were still trailing along with him, always loving the things you got to experience as a family.

Sebastian had found his place right in your crazy life. You had been unofficially together after wrapping Winter Soldier. He went off to do his next project and you and Chris spent some time in Boston with your families. You texted him most of the day, and he called at night to talk for a few hours before you went to sleep. He always said goodnight to Penny and she blew her Seba kisses through the phone.

He flew to Boston a bunch of times to see you, even if it was only for a few hours. You flew to wherever he was for a few days at a time, most of the time with Penny. Chris somehow managed to get you on the plane by yourself a few times and promised he would FaceTime every single night and would have hourly pictures sent.

On one of your first weekend trips out to see him, he refused to let you leave without making it official with you. He had you in tears at the end of his ‘I can’t spend another second without calling you my girlfriend’ speech. When he proposed to you he had said that the only thing better than the girlfriend speech was the one he was about to give. His ‘I can’t spend another second without calling you my wife’ speech knocked that one out of the water.

Neither of you wanted to make a big fuss about a wedding. You weren’t interested in the big white dress and the stressful bridesmaids and the whole cliche wedding things. Sebastian suggested getting eloped somewhere quiet with a handful of the most important people in your life. Chris’s mom, Lisa, had offered to hold the ceremony in her backyard. Knowing very well how spacious and beautiful it was, you and Seb graciously accepted her offer.

You kept your dress simple yet elegant, a beautiful white lace dress that ended mid-thigh, and complimented your body so perfectly. Seb kept it classy with a dark blue suit and light blue button-up that brought out his eyes, no tie, because who needs one?

Right at the end of the ceremony right as the officiant was about to have you say ‘i do’, you heard whines coming from Penny, who was sitting right up front on her daddy’s lap. You looked over to see her squirming in his lap and whining out ‘mama’ and reaching out for you. Chris made eye contact with you and mouthed ‘i’m sorry’. You shook your head and let go of one of Sebastian’s hands to motion to let her go so she could walk over to you.

Everyone aww’d as she walked over to you as quickly as her legs could take her. You bent down and scooped her up, resting her on your hip and wrapping your arm around her waist to keep her up. Sebastian made faces at her to make her laugh and keep her happy for a few more minutes. Your photographer had taken advantage of the incredibly sweet moment and had made sure to get as many shots of Penny at the altar with you.

When the officiant pronounced you husband and wife, you were going to set Penny down but Sebastian was quick to pull you both close to him and go in for your first kiss as a married couple with your daughter right there. Everyone cheered and Penny was mimicking the claps of everyone around her. Before he pulled away from you two he pressed two sloppy kisses on Penny’s cheeks as she giggled, which pulled some tears out of you.

No more than 15 people were attending the ceremony. You wanted to keep it quiet with just family and a few close friends. The reception, however, was anyone and everyone you could fit into the ballroom you had rented at one of the best hotels in Boston. All your guests had filled the room before you and Seb arrived. You nervously held his hand as you heard the cheers from everyone inside after hearing the DJ announce “Ladies, gentlemen, and nonbinary friends … let’s give it up for the couple of the hour, Mr. and Mrs. Sebastian Stan!!”

No one understood how you, Chris, and Seb managed to make your situation seem so easy and flawless. He knew that living in Boston was a must, so he bought the house that sits right behind the one you shared with Chris for so many years. He never wanted to get in the way of the system you and Chris had created over the years. Somehow, he managed to make things easier for everyone.

Penny’s first day of school was emotional for all 3 of you. You were all at your front door taking pictures of Penny in her school uniform that she looks so ridiculously cute in and the backpack that was way too big for her. She insisted on getting the Avengers backpack that “has my daddy on it!”

“Okay my love, it’s time for us to go to school! Are you ready?” Chris grabbed her tiny hand and led her to the car.

“Yeah daddy, I’m ready!” Penny said as he lifted her into the car and her car seat.

“Daddy? Mama and Sebbie coming too?” She asked him when he clicked the last buckle together. Right on cue Sebastian opened up the door to the free seat in the back and climbed in right next to her. She squealed in excitement at the sight of Sebastian buckling himself in the car.

Chris laughed at her genuine excitement and made sure all her fingers and toes were inside the car before shutting the door. He saw you lock the front door and make your way to the front seat. He noticed you put a few packs of tissues in your bag before setting it on the ground and buckling your seatbelt.

“Planning on crying today, Y/N?” Chris asked in a teasing tone. You swatted his arm lightly and scoffed at his question.

“Our baby is going to her first day of school, of course, I’m going to cry! I cried last night after I tucked her in, I cried in the shower this morning, I cried doing her hair.” You heard Seb talking enthusiastically to Penny, telling her about all the fun things she’ll get to do in kindergarten.

“It’s okay, I cried in the bathroom while she ate her waffles this morning.” You snorted at Chris’s confession and looked back at your baby girl, who was not a baby anymore. She was waving her hands around telling Seb about how excited she was to see her teacher again.

Chris and Sebastian watched from the car as you walked through the front doors of the school with Penny’s hand in yours. They had agreed that it might not have been a good idea to go in with her since they might get recognized and to avoid causing a ruckus. They both waved at her as she turned around and waved one more time before the door shut.

“Did you and Y/N ever think about having more kids together? If I hadn’t started dating her, do you think you would've had more?” Sebastian asked Chris.

“We never explicitly talked about it. She brought up wanting Penny to have lots of siblings not long after you started seeing each other. She felt guilty and thought that I was going to be upset about you and her maybe having kids one day, which meant I probably wouldn’t have anymore. I told her that this was honestly the best thing that could’ve happened because I don’t think I want any more of my own. Penny is all I ever wished and hoped for, and I got it. But since you’re together, she’ll get all the siblings she could ever want, and I won’t have to change a single diaper.” Chris nudged Seb’s shoulder with his. “You guys thinking about having one?”

“Yeah... Yeah, we are.” Sebastian lowered his head and smiled a bit. “With Penny in school and everything, it makes sense. She’s ready, I’m ready.” Seb sighed and ran his hand through his hair. He looked up and saw you walking back towards them with a tissue in your hand.

“I had the morning crying shift, it’s your turn.” Seb looked at Chris.

Just as Penny wrapped up her very first year in school, you and Sebastian welcomed Beverly Olivia Stan-Y/L/N into your family. Penelope had been so excited to hear that her mama finally had the baby she had been waiting so long for. You had gone into labor in the late afternoon and Beverly made her debut in the middle of the night.

Sebastian had called Chris an hour or so after to let him know that both you and the baby were doing phenomenally and that you were asking for Penny and wanted to see her as soon as you could. Chris chuckled at the demands you were making, knowing very well how the epidural and pain meds messed with you.

Early the next morning Penny had crawled into bed with Chris, crying for you and wanting to know when she was going to see you. It was still too early for them to go to the hospital, so he called Seb in hopes that he was already going to be awake.

A very exhausted Sebastian lit up the screen and Chris heard the soft cries of the new baby in the background. Penny’s cries turned into hiccups as soon as she saw Seb’s face because she knew she would be able to see her mama, too.

“Sebbie can I see mama, please?” Penny’s little voice spoke up. Sebastian immediately handed the phone to you and whispered that Penny was on the phone.

“Hi, baby.” You spoke softly to not disturb the baby.

“Mama when you come home? I miss you.” Penny wiped her eyes with her fists to get rid of the tears stuck in her eyelashes.

“It’s going to be a few days until I get to go home, baby. But you and daddy will be able to come to see me, Sebbie, and the new baby in a few hours. You need to go back to sleep and be a good girl for your daddy. I’m sure he’ll let you have some cuddles in his bed with him and Dodger until it’s time to wake up again.” Penny hiccuped and looked at Chris with eyes that mirrored his. He nodded his head and she buried herself closer to him.

“Okay, I go back to sleep with daddy and Dodger. I love you, mama. I love Sebbie, too.” She yawned out, her eyes blinking with sleep.

“Me and Sebbie love you so much, Penny. We’ll see you so soon, I promise” You blew a kiss to her through the screen and waited for her to throw one back. She giggled when you caught it through the camera and put it over your heart.

You, Sebastian, and Chris all watched with tears in your eyes as Penny held her baby sister for the first time. Penny had jumped right up in the bed next to you the second she walked into the room and told you about all the fun she had with Chris. Seeing your girls together melted your heart into a puddle. Chris couldn’t believe his little girl was so grown up and was a big sister. Seb thought about the night he first met you and Penny and would’ve never imagined that he’d be right here at this very moment.

Everything was so perfect and you never wanted to imagine your life being any different.