#right as Gold rush ended my power went out

[prismatica-the-strange]

So Charlie Chaplin just killed my power.

[okkotsuus]

ex encounters (bllk pt.4) !

features: alexis ness ... tabito karasu ... eita otoya ... kenyu yukimiya

contents: bad exes, general tw, confrontation, harassment, google translate german, strong language

tw for the exes: controlling, domineering, power struggle, accusations, fighting, public scenes, revenge, grabbing (shoulder), trying to get back together, harassment, manipulation, gaslighting, falling out of love, wanting you back, possessive themes

notes: FINALLY FINISHING THIS SERIES and desperately hoping this will cure my writer's block </3

pt.1 — pt.2 — pt.3

like kaiser, ness would be so pressed that your ex would even have the audacity to so much as even think of you. but unlike kaiser, ness would not be trying to throw hands: bro would just be gaslighing your ex into thinking he can't stand a chance against him.

you met ness online, trying to learn german through an anonymous messaging forum: where he was trying to learn your native language. the both of you had no clue who the other was, becoming online friends for years, long before you had ever even met your ex.

when your ex came into your life, ness noticed that you were online less and less. when asked, you gave the sheepish answer that your boyfriend didn't support you learning german, not wanting you to know a language that he didn't.

despite the red flag that was, and all his other warning signs, you stayed with him. you still learned german, now only messaging your pen pal when your lover slept or was away.

but, one day, you came home to your (now ex) boyfriend sitting on the couch. he found out you were still messaging ness, and he was mad.

it lead to a blow-out fight, you ended up having to flee and stay with a friend, collecting your stuff over a week while he was at work. you never saw him again.

eventually, you finished learning german. after a long discussion, ness agreed to meet you at the airport. the second you touched down in berlin, you rushed out the gates to see that cute boy with caramel hair and magenta tips holding your name on a sign. that would be the man you'd come to love so very dearly.

eventually, you and ness moved in together in germany, for his soccer career. you returned home with him for the holidays, to visit family.

as ness and you walked hand in hand through the streets of your hometown, bantering idly in german, you stumbled across a face you thought you'd never see again.

"ah, i see that i was right to not want you to learn german..." his voice said from a little further away, eyes glaring at the two of you. you instantly stiffened, and ever perceptive ness instantly figured out what was happening, muttering a quiet "verdammt" under his breath.

as your ex sauntered closer, ness wordlessly stood in front of you. though he wasn't the most imposing figure, you could see his distaste written plainly on his face, sneering at your ex.

"you left me for a german terrier... i see your standards really lowered..." your ex mumbled, chuckling as he glanced at ness. "keep it up, just try me schwein..." ness threatened, squaring his shoulders.

this went back and forth enough until ness had finally barked out enough insults with that near-crazed look on his face that had him shaking his head and storming away.

your boyfriend, turned to you, like a dog awaiting praise. it had you giggling and cupping his face to press scattered kisses along his cheeks. "thank you, mein held..."

"anything for you, mein schätzchen. i'd do it for you in a heartbeat..."

karasu would be smug at first before quickly getting annoyed. he would want to throw hands, shoving the guy away and mocking him, probably gets the cops called on him. at least he doesn't look bad in cuffs ig??

when karasu was introducing you to a group of fans who watch bllktv, you didn't expect to see your ex. "wow, y/n, what are you now... a gold-digger?" he taunts, stepping into your view.

your boyfriend was off to the side, signing things, blissfully unaware to your torment as his back was turned to you. so, you decided to be the bigger person and just ignore him.

your ex was one of those run-of-the-mill revenge people, would make fun of you at any given chance now that you were separated. you don' even remember why you broke up, probably some snide comment of his that ticked you off. but one thing about him was that he hated being ignored.

karasu, who heard a guy's voice and figured you were getting hit on. he knows that you're a catch, and he trusts you, so usually he lets you humble people on your own unless things get out of hand. well, things got out of hand.

he spun around when he heard you yelp, eyes meeting the hand that gripped your shoulder. in an instant he was shoving your ex away from you, guiding you so gently behind him that it contrasted with the same movement he had used against your ex.

"trash shouldn't touch treasure." he spits, glaring down as you ex stumbles on his feet. just like that, with a shout, your ex charges back at karasu.

like a professional, karasu throws him back again, this time with more force. but desperation does something to inhibition and your ex lunges back again, sending a punch across your boyfriend's face.

karasu just chuckles, wiping the blood from his nose as he grabs your ex's collar with one hand and socks him with the other, sending him to the ground.

they continue this one-sided fighting until flashes of blue and red flare in the corner of your peripheral. then they're both in cuffs and all three of you including those fans from earlier are being questioned.

then, karasu walks away from his cops, rubbing his now-restraint-free wrists as he saunters up to you with that coy smirk. "hey there pretty thing, your jailbird's back..."

he's taken aback as you jump into his arms, hugging him tight as your hands hold him like he was fragile. he just smiles, wrapping his arms around you and kissing he side of your head with a gentle affection.

"hey now, don't cry. i'd gladly get cuffed again for keeping you safe."

otoya is another smug one, but unlike karasu he is not eager to be fighting. otoya's smart and knows just what to do, plays innocent if it ever gets to the point where cops come in.

of all people in the world, otoya has certainly had his share of running into an unpleasant ex. he's the one who will understand you best, which is why he stands next to you with a cocky grin as your ex desperately tries to explain how he's better for you than him.

"i don't have a history of cheating... unlike present company..." your ex digs, shooting a smug look at otoya, who grumbles out a "c'mon, it was one time..."

you just chuckle, shaking your head in exasperation with a heavy sigh. "no, you didn't cheat. but you're still a manipulative asshole." he huffs, rolling his eyes and mumbling curses under his breath.

"you pretentious bitch, i never once hurt you. it was all for your betterment because you can't take care of yourself." your ex spits, getting closer until otoya puts an arm between you two.

"don't talk to what's mine like that, back it up bud." otoya muses with a grin, pushing your ex back lightly, putting himself between you two. your ex stammers, glaring at you over your boyfriend's shoulder.

seemingly, all was fine until the next time you were out with otoya, your ex appeared again: delivering the same take-me-back speech. it was getting tiring and you felt your patience begin to wear thin with every emotionally-charged word that spilled from his lips.

you groaned, running your hands down your face with a tired sigh, otoya silently wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

"listen, i think you should just go, man. this is getting pretty pathetic... i know that y/n's a real catch, but sometime's you gotta know when you can't reel a babe in..." otoya says, somehow getting even more smug as he presses you into his side, leering down at your ex.

eventually, after a few more snide remarks from otoya, your ex finally gave up. allowing you to slump in your boyfriend's arms, letting ot a tired sigh as you kissed his cheek. "thanks, 'toya..."

"i know why he's so desperate, there really is no one like you. makes me happy that i ended my player streak for you..."

an angel sent from heaven. arguably the best person to run into your ex with. yukimiya is calm and composed enough if your ex is temperamental, and he's tall and handsome to scare anyone else away. 10/10 literal perfect man.

yukimiya’s a pretty boy, he’s tall and lean with an angelic smile. he’s a catch, by far the best man you’ve ever dated. he only proves this to be even more true when the two of you run into your ex.

there wasn’t necessarily any bad blood between you two, he had just suddenly broken up with you on the claim that “he fell out of love.” it hurt you like hell, of course, but there was no reason for you to resent him for it. so you two left on good terms, occasionally wishing a happy birthday to the other until the friendship too fizzled out.

then you met yukimiya through a mutual friend and fell hard, but he fell harder. so here you are, happily sipping a blue slushy while yukimiya held your hand and chattered about soccer.

“blue was always our favorite…” a voice rang from behind you, yukimiya stopped drinking his red slushy as he turned with you. there he was, your ex with a sheepish grin.

you quirked a brow, confused. you hadn’t talked to him in nearly a year, ever since you and yuki had started dating.

he smiles sweetly at you, the kind that has you realizing where this is leading. “sorry, i’ve just been nostalgic about us lately…” he said with a chuckle, hand rubbing the back of his neck.

your eyes flit over to your boyfriend, catching the furrow of his brow. yukimiya was a really nice guy, he wasn’t a fan of confrontation. but you are.

so you grin at your ex, waving a hand dismissively. “sorry man, i’m in a very happy relationship…”

the second he tries to protest you swiftly shut him up, sticking out your tongue. at first, your ex was confused, then he realized that your tongue was purple. his eyes flit between your blue slushy and yukimiya’s red one, sighing and walking away.

yukimiya’s face goes bright red as he stares at you, “that’s not why your tongue is purple, you just wanted to try mine!” he protests.

you chuckle, grinning at him, “yeah, but he doesn’t have to know that…” yukimiya just sighs before grinning back at you.

"i don’t like lying, so why don’t you let me do it authentically…"

okkotsuus 23

[milkpup]

｡⋆ʚ♡ throwing it back for the blue

‹𝟹 nsfw! 18+ oneshot

art creds: soy / twitter -> https://pin.it/6GKWjQW

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by cafekitsune

›› toji fushiguro x reader ›› 18+! f!reader/m ›› date published: 12/8/23 ›› 3k words

‹𝟹 summary:You're tired from exams, hoping to rush home and take a quick shower and sleep. Unluckily for you, you get pulled over on your way home by Officer Toji Fushiguro.

‹𝟹 fandom: jjk , jujutsu kaisen

‹𝟹 genres/warnings: police au, insults, dubious consent, power imbalance, impact play

‹𝟹 tags: police au, police uniforms, uniform kink, cop toji, rough sex, manipulation, coercion, people pleaser, public sex, sex on a car, abuse of authority, au - no powers, dubious consent, being called a good girl, praise kink, degradation, choking, spit / spitting, spit kink, face slapping, slapping, spanking, vaginal sex, dry humping, cunnilingus, hair pulling, breeding, vaginal fingering, fingerfucking, name calling, pet names, dilf toji, toji is his own warning, toji has a big dick

‹𝟹 notes: this story is originally posted on my ao3! hope y'all like it here too! i just wanna say that this is all fantasy. i am actually against cops but ima be real.... i still got fantasies lmfao X_X enjoy!

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Throwing it Back for the Blue by milkpup

It’s finals week at your college. You had your last final of the week, and it ended late at night. Yawning as you’re driving, you want to get home as soon as possible. You silently curse yourself for living off-campus, it would have been nice to live at the dorms and have a short walk back. You valued your independence and freedom, however, and that is why you opted for a more expensive off-campus living arrangement.

You look at the clock on the dash of your car: 10:43. You just want to hurry up and shower, snuggle in bed, and drift to sleep. It wasn’t worth it taking the main highways, there would probably be lots of traffic from people going out on a Friday night. You take a less-used road, it won’t add much more time, and you could honestly make up for it if you went a little faster. Plus, cops don’t usually care enough to check out back roads.

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Toji specifically chose this intersection because it wasn’t used as frequently. He didn’t want to camp out on a main highway, that’s more work, and for what? He always lived by the motto of working smarter, not harder.

He’s backed up on a street, lights of his motorcycle turned off. The abundant foliage and trees add more darkness, and it doesn’t help there’s very few street lights on these roads. Toji wanted to just take a break, smoke a cigarette, and wait until his shift was over. He already met whatever “quota” for traffic citations he was tasked with, he just needed to wait until he was off at midnight and could make his way back to his apartment.

He leisurely sat upon his motorcycle, lighting a cigarette and taking a long drag. He exhaled and watched as the smoke dissipated in the cool air. He clicked his tongue. He was slightly ticked off he hadn’t taken a patrol car instead. He usually used the motorcycle, but the brisk fall air was not pleasant against his uniform. The black button up hugged his muscles and body, he was glad he at least chose the long sleeve today. Although he had a bad habit of rolling his sleeves up anyways, constantly creasing and wrinkling his uniform. Thick but tight black pants with a gold stripe running along the sides provided him minimal warmth, however. The long black leather boots all motorcycle patrols wore made up for the inadequate coverage on his legs.

He groaned, feeling the cool air start to affect him. His moment of complaint didn’t last long as he watched a car run right through the stop sign in front of him. He clicked his tongue again. Whatever, at least it gives me something to pass the time. He quickly dropped his cigarette and snuffed it out with his boot, before turning his headlights and sirens on.

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As you flew past the intersection, you saw red and blue flashing lights appear not too far behind you, picking up speed and getting closer.

“Fuck.” You groaned out loud. You were sure no cops would be there; why would they ever be there? They never were before. “This fucking sucks. I definitely fucked up.” You pulled over to the side of the road soon after.

The first thing you see as the officer approaches your window is how built he is. How taut his clothes are against his skin. You gulp. You feel like a fucking pervert, thinking these kind of thoughts in this kind of situation.

“Good evening, miss,” the officer greets you as your window finishes rolling down. “Do you know why I pulled you over tonight?”

You try to gulp again, but your mouth is instantly dry. You feel like a deer caught in headlights. In a way, you are. “N-no… officer. I’m sorry I don’t know.” You’re looking everywhere but this officer. You have confrontation issues in general, and a person with authority absolutely kicks your anxiety into overdrive. You’re sweating so much, you once read in an article to act like you don’t know why you’re being pulled over.

Toji clicks his tongue. “Little miss, you were driving exceptionally over the speed limit, not to mention you completely flew past a stop sign before I pulled you over. Do you understand how reckless that is?” You can’t see into his face very well with his helmet covering his head. You chose to look at his abdomen, but that’s not much help either.

“I-I understand,” you meekly stumble out. Your cheeks are flush, and you feel like you’re about to cry. You don’t want to get in trouble; you’re instantly apologetic for not being more careful.

Toji smirks. “Very well, license, registration, and insurance please, little miss.”

You shuffle around, pulling your bag into your lap. Grabbing your license and insurance card out of your wallet before reaching into the glove compartment to retrieve your registration. Your shirt hikes up a bit as you lean over to grab your stuff, and Toji takes this time to observe the scene. At least, that’s what he says he’s doing. In reality, he’s looking at the exposed skin from your shirt lifting and your leggings that hug your body. He licks his lips, thinking of an idea.

You move back up, handing him the materials. “Thank you, darling. Wait here while I run your information.” He says as he retreats towards his motorcycle. He radios dispatch, giving them your plate number and other necessary information.

He’s flipping your ID back and forth in his hand. He shamelessly takes a picture of it. He wants to remember you and where you live. Is it an abuse of power? Yes. And he fucking loves it. Your record is clean, tags are up to date, and the only thing wrong was your reckless driving this one time. He might just be nice and let you off with a warning.

He returns to your car, handing your documents over. He places an arm against the door frame, leaning against it. “Miss Y/N. I can tell you’re tired, and it’s probably because you have finals at the local university. I sympathize with you, and I’ll let you off with a warning this time. You have a clean record, and seem like a good girl who means no harm.” Toji smirks while looking down at you. You meet his gaze, feeling a wave of relief come crashing against you. You’re about to sigh with relief, before Toji finishes his statement. “However, because I’m such a nice guy willing to overlook a careless mistake for you, I need you to do something for me.”

You’re momentarily confused, as he’s reaching above his head to take off his helmet. His inky locks fall into place as his helmet comes off. He has vibrant jade eyes, piercing right through you as he looks down at you. “If you resist detainment, I will have no other option to arrest you. And we both don’t want that. So be a good little bitch and listen to me.”

Your heart is pounding so loud you could barely hear him telling you to get out of your car. “Step out of the vehicle, now.” You do not want to fuck with this guy, and you’d do anything if it meant you would still have a clean record.

As you’re opening the door and about to step out, he grabs your wrist and flips you around to pin you against your car. You can’t see much in the darkness, the only lights around to illuminate the area were his bike’s headlights and your car’s. He’s pressed up behind you, holding your arms against your back. His muscular and rigid body felt warm against yours. You couldn’t help but feel yourself getting wet as you could feel his hot breath against your neck behind you.

Toji was taking in every feeling of your body that he could. He spread your legs apart with his thigh, pushing against your core. You whimper as his thigh pushes against your cunt. You could already feel your juices soaking through your thin layers. Your black leggings didn’t do much to provide any modesty, he could see every curve and dip. He felt moisture as his thigh pushed into you more, and he had a cocky grin plastered on his face.

“Are you really getting turned on from this? Such a fucking slut that getting pushed against your car by an officer has you dripping already?” Your mind started spinning as he started degrading you. Your only response was a pathetic moan as he bit your neck slightly. He was leaving a mark on his toy for the night. It wasn’t going to be the last one he makes.

Toji groped your ass through your tights, feeling how soft and plush they felt. He felt his cock start straining underneath his pants as he pressed against your ass. Toji picked up speed and pressure, increasing the friction as he dry humped your ass. Your pants and squirming under his touch was a sight he could barely handle.

“Will you be a good toy for me, Y/N? I don’t want to get you in trouble, doll.” He muttered out as he kept pushing against your ass.

“Yes, sir.” You barely get the words out as Toji grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls you up. He tilts your head towards him slightly.

“Open, bitch.” You comply immediately, your cunt gushing more everytime he insults you. You’ve been used to praise your whole life, people taking care of you and treating you gently. But this? This was new and exciting. He spat in your mouth before pushing you against the car again. “Good girl,” he hummed.

“Strip from the waist down but leave your panties on, sweetheart.” He moved away from you, allowing you space to take your leggings off. You quickly removed them, tossing them back into the car.

In the time you took your leggings off, Toji moved to the front of the car. You finished undressing stood in front of him before he pushed you down against the hood of the car. He lifted your leg by the thigh, leaving one to support you and pushing the other on top of the car.

He spit on his fingers, moving them towards your already dripping cunt. “Tell me how this feels, doll.” He coos as he pushes one thick finger into your needy hole, pushing your panties to the side. You shamelessly moan as he pushes deep inside with his index finger. Toji immediately feels how tight your little cunt already is with just one of his fingers. He licks his lips devilishly, excited at the idea of stretching you out with his thick cock.

He adds another finger, and you already feel like you can’t take much more than this. He’s relentlessly fingerfucking your cunt as you’re pushed against your car. Your juices are dripping down his hand, as you’re panting and feeling your body heat up more.

He snakes a hand towards your neck, choking you as he pulls you up. “Do you like this, you little slut?” He asks you as he continues fucking your tight hole with his thick fingers. You’re too lost in the sensations to answer, a pathetic whimper the most you can manage. He pulls you by the hair to again, forcing you to make eye contact. “I asked you a question, didn’t I bitch? Fucking answer me.” He grunts out as he spits onto your face.

“It feels sho good, sir…” You slur your words. He’s fucking you with his fingers than any of the men you were with could do with their cocks. You’re already hooked, and he isn’t even fucking you yet.

He pulls his fingers out, much to your disappointment and groan of protest, before he licks his fingers and tastes your cunt. Fuck, she tastes fucking amazing. Little whore has a cunt that is just begging me to eat it.

He lights your other leg and flips you over onto your back. You can finally meet his gaze where you notice he’s staring at you like you’re his prey. He smirks as he drops down to his knees to be at eye level with your cunt. He normally doesn’t care for eating out the women he fucks, he usually only care about his own pleasure. But your taste, your moans, your body… they’re all intoxicating. And he would never pass up an opportunity for a free meal.

You feel his breath against your cunt as he approaches. He starts by kissing your inner thighs before reaching your core, where he gives a teasing flick of his tongue.

He looks up at you as you react, grinning against your pussy. He moves his tongue up to your clit, swirling around it. Your body trembles under his touch. He kisses and sucks your button, before giving it a gentle nibble. He wants to see how your body reacts whenever he does anything. Toji moves back down towards your tight hole, before he pushes his tongue inside. He rubs your clit as he tongue fucks your cunt, causing you to buck your hips against his face.

He moves back up to your clit, not wanting it to feel left out. He pushes another finger in your hole as he sucks your button. You moan profusely, feeling something build between your legs. You grab his raven locks and push him against your cunt more. “Please! Ah! I’m close-“ you stumble out as you feel yourself approaching the edge of pleasure. “More! Please! Fuck!!” You can barely get even one-syllable words out between your moans.

Toji fingerfucks you harder and faster, trying to get you to cum on his mouth. You whimper and tremble as you feel yourself being pushed over the edge, causing quite a mess. Toji is surprised, he didn’t realize you would be a squirter, but he laps up every last drop of essence as you orgasm.

He moves away as he reaches to unbuckle his belt. “Good girl… now it’s my turn.” You’re practically panting as he frees his cock from his tight uniform pants.

He moves towards you, lining the tip up with your hole. “You’re gonna take this like a good slut for me, right?” He deviously smirks while looking down at you.

“Yes, si-“ you begin to say. But before you finish, he bottoms out and forces his whole length inside at once. You yelp in shock, and a bit of pain. He’s exceptionally big, and the thickness is not helping either. He grunts as he stretches your tight hole. He lifts both your legs above his shoulders, pushing his body against yours. He has you in a mating press, ready to fuck you until you can’t even move after.

“You’re so tight, Y/N. Tighter than any bitch I’ve ever had in my life.” His jade eyes look down at you as he says that. Your walls clamp around his thick cock at the compliment, you get high off of being praised.

“Open, sweetheart.” Toji commands you once again, before he spits into your mouth again. This time though, he follows it up with the most aggressive kiss you’ve ever felt. He’s forcing every part of his body against yours, tugging at your bottom lip and biting it. He tastes the metallic essence, and feels his cock throb. You moan against his forceful kiss, while he fucks you hard and deep.

He pulls back until just the tip remains, before slamming back into your hole at full force. You moan at the action, feeling his cock hit your cervix. You’re sure he’s going to bruise you, but you don’t care. You wrap your arms around his neck as he drills his cock into your cunt.

He pulls his lips from yours, and spits on you again. He moves a cock to your neck, applying pressure that makes your head dizzy. You can hardly breathe, your head feeling lightheaded as he fucks you dumb.

“Your cunt is amazing, sweetheart. It’s perfect for me.” He coos as he releases his grip around your throat and allows you to catch your breath. Your moment of respite is short-lived, as he slaps your cheek, leaving a red mark. “I might have to make you my bitch from now on. I can’t stand the idea of someone else fucking this tight hole.” He smacks you again, and you look up at him through half-lidded eyes.

You look like you’re enjoying every second this goes on, and Toji notices it. He moves his hand towards your cunt, lightly rubbing your clit. He fucks harder into you, causing your eyes to roll back. “You like being a good bitch for me, huh? I already knew you liked being praised, so I considered going soft on you. But you’re actually a dirty girl who likes being degraded and used, as long as I finish it off with a bit of praise, aren’t you? You’ve probably dreamt of someone having their way with you, roughing you up, and insulting you.” He spit on you again, and you clamped down around him tighter the moment he did so. He rubs your clit more, noticing you’re approaching the edge as well.

“Fuck, Y/N. I’m gonna cum soon. I’m going to fill you up with my cum. Be a good toy and cum with me, sweetheart.” He fucked into you harder, increasing speed and changing the angle to hit your sweet spot more. “I’m gonna knock you up, baby.” The moment his words rolled off his tongue you felt yourself cumming harder than you thought possible. You had a death grip around his cock as you clenched down, trembling and shaking under his weight. The added friction and pressure sent Toji over the edge as well, as he painted your insides white with his thick cum.

You were both panting, trying to catch your breaths. Toji lifted a hand to your cheek and caressed it before kissing your forehead. “That was amazing, doll.” He pulled out from inside of you, adjusting your panties so none of his seed could drip out. He wanted to make sure you stayed full until you got home.

Toji zips his pants and buckles them back up, before reaching inside your car to get your leggings. He hands then to you, watching you get dressed in front of him.

“So, as per our deal, you are let off with a warning. Please understand the consequences of your dangerous actions. There won’t always be someone nice like me to let you off and get you off,” He finished as he smirks. You blush after hearing his words.

“Thank you, officer. I really appreciate it.” You respond back to him, meeting his gaze once more.

“I’m going to follow you home, to make sure you get back safely.” He grins. You smile back at him and thank him, before getting into your car. You won’t speed away this time.

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‹𝟹 end notes: i hope you enjoyed it! feedback is ALWAYS appreciated! originally posted on my ao3! i post there more consistently!

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Peppermint Mocha

. Synopsis - After striking it gold you end up becoming Nami’s assistant. Well, it turns out there are a lot of perks for “working for her”.

. Warnings - 18+, cursing, public sex, power advantages, body fluids, mentions of poverty and wealth

. A/n - First part of my OP series. Thank you for reading Luffy and a Nami Drabble are next! Please read them in order or you’ll be incredibly confused. There might be some grammar mistakes in here but idc.

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“Peppermint mocha latte two extra sugars and two extra creams, light on the ice.” Take my card it’s half off on Wednesdays with the promo.” The card was already laid on her desk ready for you to take. This gave her more time to stay wrapped up in her phone. She the social media manager was probably looking for new trends. 

You wanted so desperately to say Hi to her. Nami Swan one of your idols was right in front of you! She must’ve got you mixed up with someone else. But you happily marched down to the Dunkin in the building lobby and received her order. 

You walked through the vast hallways and you were almost back to her secluded office. Then a woman rushed out of the door in front of you. In her hands was a box full of office supplies. She dropped a ruler and you were quick to help her by picking it up. 

“Thank you.” She smiled at you. “The janitors always were the nicest. I’m only sad to leave y’all,” she frowned. “Are you getting a new job,” you inquired. “Yes, I have no other choice. I can’t handle her anymore she’s crazy.” Can’t handle who?” It was your first day at the company and there was already trouble. “You’re a beautiful girl so soon you’ll understand.” But please before you go give this note to Swan.”

You took the note from her still concerned but it was too late to worry about it she went down the flash elevators and by now she would be lost. Not like you had any time to worry either Nami was still waiting. “Here you go ma’am just as you asked.” 

You sat down the coffee and the note the mysterious woman wrote for you. “Thanks, Kalifa I need it since today’s a long ass day.” She sighed before finally looking up from the screen that captivated her. “Who are you and why are you in my office?” She looked you up and down wondering how she could even mistake you. “My bad sweetie I thought you were my assistant.” 

“It’s okay no problem,” you smiled. “If I’m not mistaken she left you this letter.” You pointed to the letter you left on Nami’s desk. “The god-forsaken letters I’ve got 4 of this month,” She sighed. 

She took a sip of her coffee while reading. “We’ll looks like I’m out of an assistant for the 4th time this year. That’s a record of mine,” she chuckled. Who in their right mind wouldn’t work for you?” Oh honey 24 others!” They always leave after realizing the extent of work that we do. They think it’s just sunshine and rainbows. Then the documents and endless coffee orders come.” 

“And im stuck with no two weeks notice.” Wow I’m sorry about that Miss that is so unprofessional. If I worked here under you it would be a dream come true! Your eyes lit up at the thought. “But you do work here other wise you wouldn’t be in my office.” 

“But I’m just a janitor that doesn’t count for much.” So you really want to work here huh,” She asked. “Yes it’s been a dream of mine forever I loved your guy's toys.” Well, you are already in my room now and I have no assistant.”

“Why don’t you just fill in until I can get another one?” But I’m not trained in that position I wouldn’t want to mess up.” Don’t worry about it I’ll teach you the ropes. Come on just say yes it’s more fun than cleaning after all these people who already have ocd anyways.” She finished up her coffee in between words giving you extra time to think about things. 

“Yes,” you squealed. “Okay then let’s go back downstairs then. My coffee order is wrong.” Oh no, I’m sorry,” you frowned. “It wasn’t your fault it was those idiots downstairs.” Nami stood up towering past you into a door in the corner of her office. It opened up to a second lobby this one was empty and adorned with wooden statues.

“So pretty!” You marveled while feeling the handcrafted piece. “Franky made those he’s an expert carpenter.” Wow, the Frankie! He’s an icon  I remember watching him on TV when I was younger.” 

“How old are you sweetheart you say that like it was a while ago?” You arrived past all the wood displays and into a private elevator. It was small and only big enough to fit about 3 people. It felt even more suffocating with Nami so close to you. 

Her perfume smelled nice like tangerine and tulips. “I’m 19 about to be 20,” you bragged. “Wow if only I was that young again,” Nami laughed. “Well, how old are you?” 

“Don’t you know it’s rude to ask a woman her age,” she scoffed. “Sorry ma’am.” I’m only joking I’m 40 honey about to be 41,” she groaned. “You don’t look a day over 20,” you gasped. “Haha don’t flatter me,” she blushed. She walked out of the elevator after it landed on the first floor. 

“It’s not flattery I’m serious,” you trailed after her. “Wow, we got here quick.” You were already approaching Dunkin. Nami speed walked ahead of you irritated about her coffee. “Camie.” She yelled out at a green-haired employee who was behind the counter. “How many times do I have to tell you liquid sugar.”

“I can’t even drink this without having to swirl it around because nothing dissolved.” You’re lucky I like you or I would fire you on the spot,” she spat. Nami had a temper on her that you didn’t want to cross. But she was hot when she was mad the way her eyebrows furrowed and her cheeks turned red was probably the closest face to the one she would make while degrading you. 

“Stop y/n,” you spoke aloud. “What was that,” Nami asked. “Nothing!” You straightened up god you were gay! “Really you look a little funny,” she teased. “I’m fine!” Okay if you say so. You know what Y/n let’s just go I’m tired of coffee because a certain someone always gets my order wrong.”

You heard the other women working at the cafe laugh at Nami’s joke. The green-haired girl smiled too embarrassingly. “Where are we going, Ma’am.” You asked following after the sound of Nami’s pumps. You were too distracted by the gold carvings along the marble floor to look up. And by the time you did you bumped into someone. 

“Are you alright honey?” You looked up to see no other than Nico Robin. “I-I I’m f-fine,” you blurted. “I’m sorry oh my god are you hurt anywhere?” I wouldn’t forgive myself if you were.” You checked for any scruffs on her. 

“I’m sure she’s fine Y/n,” Nami interrupted. “Nami’s correct I received no damage,” Robin agreed. “That’s good,” you huffed. “Is this one of your friends Nami?” She’s my new assistant starting today! Isn’t she just lovely?”

“Yes at first I thought she was a janitor.” You looked down at yourself humiliated that you forgot to take off your uniform. “Yeah, it’s a new policy my employees can wear whatever they please.” You sure it’s new,” Robin interjected. “Before I could’ve sworn I saw one of them wearing vibrating panties.”

Nami scoffed crossing her arms. “While that’s her business I couldn't do anything to stop her.” You could if you were the one controlling them.” The whole time they bickered you stood there in between the two of them. “Ahem,” you coughed. “I thought we were gonna leave.” 

“Oh yes let’s go Y/n maybe I’ll pick you up a pair of those panties since they’re a part of our uniform,” she smirked. Nami walked off and waved bye to Robin who gave you a warm smile back. “Eeek,” you squealed. “I just met Nico Robin!”

“I’m not getting the hype Y/n.” She’s one of the most important people in this company! She’s also one of the dreamiest,” you drooled. “I can’t disagree with those statements.” Nami rolled her eyes. You guys made it outside of the lobby now you stood waiting while she called for her car back from the valet. 

Her driver opened up the door for you both and you hoped in the back after her. “Where going to the mall drop us off at the side entrance,” she instructed. The driver shook his head and started off. You looked out the window of the unfamiliar area. You had of course heard of the MerryGo corporation but you had never set foot around the boogie area. 

Even with your Sunday best on people could still probably tell that you were an outsider. “Why did you want to work at our company Y/n?” Your guy's toys saved me when I was younger I want to spread that joy to other children.” 

“Aww, that’s so sweet.” Thanks, it was hard to find any work so I had to settle on being a janitor.” We are in high demand this year well at least you got promoted.” Yeah, I would’ve never expected this.”

“And another question. Are you a lesbian I got some vibes back when you talked about Robin?” You laughed at her randomness even though you could tell she was serious. “I’m sorry! It’s just that was sudden but no I’m Pansexual.” Oo so you like a bit everything,” she assumed. 

“Yeah pretty much!” Why wouldn’t I when there’s so much beauty in the world.” Tittes,” she responded. You both chuckled as she gave no context. “And pussy,” she added. “Even though you gave nothing I understand.” Women really are top tier.” 

After what felt like hours of talking about tits you arrived at the mall. “Let’s stop at Nordstrom first.” You walked over taking her purse to unburden her. “There’s no need for that.” I have to start acting like your assistant somehow.”

“I’ve done nothing so far.” Well then okay thanks for taking my bag those cross bodies do dig into your shoulder a bit.” I know that's why I use backpacks they’re immature but so cute.” Well, there’s some of them in Nordstrom maybe you’ll see something you like.” 

“I hope so,” you cheered. You guys walked into the store a sales assistant quickly followed after the both of you. “Hello is there anything you’re looking for in specific today?” Yes, we need form-fitting button-down tops.” Okay, right this way!” You followed after the lady through rows and rows of mediocre clothing. 

Nothing was catching your eye you had a peculiar style. A style-only thrift store with random selections would fuel. “What about this one Y/n? You can even wear it without a bra and it’ll still give you lift.” She held it up to your chest. “It’s cute.” You shifted around wanting to get out of the store. 

“You know I can tell when you’re lying right.” Her face dropped. “I’m sorry I just have a very different style from typical office wear.” Hmm okay, so what do you like?” You took this time to pull out your Pinterest. “If only I had an app like this when I was your age I would’ve saved so many fashion disasters.” 

“There’s a store I think you’d like it is across the street, however.” I don’t mind walking.” You were so excited since Nami had great fashion taste. Her tight business set and tall pumps gave her such a sexy secretary look. “Look both ways before you cross the street.” She held out her arm which blocked you from walking further. 

You must’ve been too busy staring at the way she strutted across the crosswalk because a car almost ended you. “Thank you I definitely was not paying attention.” God, please don’t tell me my assistant is an airhead.” I am not,” you pouted! You jogged across the remainder of the sidewalk. 

You and Nami arrived at the boutique she was talking about. The display windows were filled with intra-quit blouses that spilled off the tall mannequin figure. “Wow, it’s perfect!” I knew you’d like it,” she smiled. 

You walked in and explored like a child in a candy shop. “Y/n over here.” She called you to their formal wear section. “Pick up whatever you want I’ll be waiting in the dressing rooms for you,” she instructed. “Okay.” A sales clerk helped you further holding the large amount of shirts you picked up. 

Finally, once you were done you moved everything over to the dressing room. “Wow this is like all those movies,” you giggled. “What do you mean? Nami looked at you confused. “Like the type of dressing room in movies. Where the bride finds the dress that’s the one.” 

“Oh, I get it well welcome to luxury.” A woman stepped in with the both of you. “Hi I’m Perona I’ll be your seamstress for today.” Her cold hands ghosted over your arms spreading them out. You stood there for a couple minutes getting measured. You giggled every time she got too close you couldn’t help it. 

The only time someone had been this close to you was when you got kissed. “You’re so sensitive Y/n,” Nami teased. “I finished measuring it’s time to try out what you picked.” I picked up so many Ms. Nami can you pick for me?” Sure how about that skirt with the ruffles.” Perona handed you the skirt. At first, you were nervous to undress in front of them but they assured you that they had seen it all before. 

Luckily you had worn some decent panties today. “Cute panties I love the cherries,” Nami complimented. “Stop looking,” you blushed. She laughed a bit at your timidness. “You’re too cute sweetie now let’s see that skirt.” 

It was a perfect fit but one thing bothered you. “It’s like a belt so cute,” Nami pointed out. It was so short your ass almost hung out. But after twirling around in the mirror you did realize you looked amazing. 

“Is it too tight,” Perona asked? “No, it’s good.” I’m glad you’re such a cool boss Nami. Any other office place would fire me on the spot if I was wearing this.” There are pros to working for me,” she mentioned. Perona handed you some other skirts most of them being what Nami picked for you. 

You realized one thing. She liked to see you in skin-tight leather. You even got a matching body suit and jacket set. “I look like a biker.” Your hands traced up the zippers that went from your bust to your ass. “It’s so hot in all this leather,” you groaned. Nami got up and started towards you. “That’s why you have these.” Her hands unzipped your body suit. The breeze immediately hit you sending goose bumps up your spine.

“Biker chics are the hottest,” she joked. “And so are businesswomen,” you blurted. Nami was right in front of you her hands ghosting your waist. “Wanna know who’s hotter than a biker chic?” Sure.” A naked one,” she admitted. “Why don't I help you strip down, she offered. Her legs rubbed together ever so slightly awaiting your response. “Come on let the girls breathe,” she smirked. “Can you do it for me my hands are broken all of a sudden.” 

“Of course anything for you.” Her hand dragged down your stomach then it bunched up the remainder of the body suit. She pulled you closer to her so close that she could feel your rapid heartbeat. Your eyes darted anywhere but hers as she pulled your shirt up.

A hiss fell from your lips as both her hands wrapped around your shoulders to your back unloosing your bra strap revealing your tits on full display. “Fuck,” she mumbled. “I could take you right now if there wasn’t that woman and the ghost of nosy employees watching.” 

“Ugh I hate pda,” Perona groaned as she walked in. “If you have enough money to buy all this you have enough money for a damn hotel.” She was right and Nami knew so too but she was Nami. “Shut up bitch I’ll give you 5 thousand right now if you give us some alone time.” She stepped out of the room accepting Nami’s offer. 

“I need a taste of my new assistant.” Now you understood what Kalifa the frantic woman you met earlier was trying to relay to you. As soon as the door closed Nami began to palm at your tits. She massaged the soft mounds like they were freezing and needed to be warmed up despite how hot your body was becoming. You felt the need to strip from the other layer that held your heat. That being the panties she complimented earlier. A string of your wetness followed them to the floor.  

Her leg that was adorned with her nylon stockings went in between your thighs rubbing against your drooling pussy. “This is the best day ever,” you moaned. Nami’s lips wrapped around yours silencing your excited pleas. The kiss was hot and intoxicating enough for you to not realize that she backed you against the wall. You were sure to smudge the mirror with your body that now glistened in a layer of sweat. 

Your arms tugged at Nami’s blazer until you pulled it off. Her hands worked on her skirt and yours went to her tight polo pulling it over her head. You messed up her neat curls but she could care less. She had her new meal right in front of her. She had you someone who was untainted by the MerrryGo company. So she couldn't let you go. She kissed you again giggling into your mouth. 

The beef she had with Robin was mostly one-sided but she still couldn't help but to brag about this lay later. “What is so funny,” you asked. “The fact that Robin was right. Don't worry sweetie this time is so different I want to keep you.” And it seems like you need me.” She was right about that you were ready to pounce on her. She held your hand and led you to the couch she just watched you try clothes on. 

She patted her lap and you sat on it. Her hand wrapped around your throat knocking out any of the airflow that you barely had before because you were choked up by her beauty. “Wanna try something? As my assistant, you need to be adventurous.” Sure, you gulped”. Get on top of the couch and spread your legs.” You hesitated but she gave you a reassuring look. 

You did as you were told and she quickly followed you her mouth meeting your clit as the couch dipped at her weight. Even after the first stroke of her soft muscle, you felt like you could collapse. But you stayed grounded as you would never want this experience to end in a million years. One of her hands slipped from your waist and into her own underwear. She began to play with herself in time with the many moans you were letting out. 

“Ah that feels good,” you cried out. Her tongue inserted your fluttering hole that kept spurting out your arousal. “You taste so good, she mumbled. “I can eat you forever my sweet girl.” Her praise was definitely mending your ego as well. It had been so long since someone was this nice to you. She took care of you well not spilling a drop of your cream.

“I paid for this you can be as loud as you want.” She was right but you still could imagine what the employees were hearing. So your moans were held back. That was until she inserted a finger inside of your inviting entrance. You practically screamed at the sudden and calculated move. “Ms. Nami ahh that feels so good. To good fuck! You exclaimed as she moved faster. Her pretty face and hair were sure to be messy as she was so sloppy in pleasuring you. So was her pussy as she began to scissor herself focusing on her sweet spot. 

Her moans sent vibrations into you further bringing you closer to the edge. Your legs couldn't take it anymore you were going numb. Your back arched sending you down onto the seat of the couch. Nami’s mouth followed you not latching off. “So go damn hot.” You turned around admiring the sight of the woman that was about to come undone just from eating you. 

She looked up her eyes meeting yours. You could feel her smiling as she came undone wetting the cushion underneath her. Two of her fingers curved inside of you bumping against your sweet spot. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head from the pleasure. “Do I really feel that good?” Yes! You were quick to respond not having any more breath left to say anything. 

She knocked the air out of your lungs. And as you came you became a light-headed hyperventilating mess. Your eyes closed tightly together as you rode out your orgasm on her greedy tongue. Flashes of what Kalifa said went through your mind. But you couldn't afford to care after you just got the best head of your life. 

“Y/n you okay?” Yes, you exhaled.” Your head was banging as there was no blood flowing into it. Nami helped you to get redressed and you walked out of the dressing room. Employees stared at you both obviously fucked up girls. Perona even laughed as Nami paid for your items. You knew the store was a boutique but damn the clothes were expensive.

Not to mention the 5 grand Nami promised to pay her on top of everything. “Jesus.” You winced after seeing the total was 12 thousand dollars. “This is little money for me sweets Don't worry about it.” She swiped her black card and paid with no problem. Her arm was still around you helping to lead your shaky body. “Wanna pick up your actual uniform or do you want them sent to your house like the clothes.”

“What do you mean actual uniform?” The vibrating panties, she reminded you.” I thought that was just something Robin made up.” Nope, they are the real deal.” That and my peppermint mocha are something you'll be hearing about often.” 

[fruitcoops]

Lupin's Run

Happy birthday, Remus! Sweater Weather credit goes to @lumosinlove <3

In the morning, they called it ‘Lupin’s Run’. Sportscasters across the country showed it for hours, a default part of every segment. Journalists didn’t sleep—their minds flew across keyboards and notebooks with the frenetic energy of a story that wrote itself. Newspapers were heavy with his name. Callbacks to Wisconsin, to his first season, to the quiet years in between. Julian Lupin stayed awake until the early hours listening to his parents’ phones ring off the hook and played magic on loop behind his eyes.

In the morning, Remus Lupin cracked an eye open, turned into his slumbering husband, and went right back to sleep. Post-game dawn called for a few extra hours in bed. He was sore. It was a long night. Maybe in a while, he would lovingly bully Sirius into bringing their coffee up. He stretched, pushing his face deeper into Sirius’ chest and throwing an arm over his torso to trail drowsy fingers over his skin.

“Good morning.”

Remus mumbled his acknowledgement and felt Sirius laugh quietly.

“Sleep well?”

“Gonna sleep better with you.” He nuzzled the soft, warm spot below Sirius’ sternum and peeked up at him. “Don’t you want to cuddle me on my birthday?”

“Oof, dirty play.” A hand threaded through his hair, scratching lightly before coming to rest at the nape of his neck. “You’re all over the news, loup.”

“Wow, that’s never happened before.”

Sirius laugh was louder this time and Remus grinned up at him. The hand in his hair toyed with the ends of his overgrown bedhead while a soft silver gaze watched him with a sweet sort of fondness. “I love you.”

“Love you, too,” Remus murmured into his ribs.

Th corners of Sirius’ eyes crinkled; he wrapped both arms around him and shuffled down the bed an inch, until they were eye-to-eye and Sirius’ lips brushed his nose in a kiss. “I love watching you skate.”

It was hard to kiss him through their smiles, but they managed.

--

Remus had been a last-ditch effort—a not-so-secret weapon, if you will. Hitting the ground running was tricky on skates and yet he had no other choice. The clock was ticking down. Smitty had already launched himself over the boards with a hope and a prayer that the guys on the bench would catch him so Remus could get out there.

Loops! Sirius had shouted, so loud he almost certainly blew his mic. Go!

The puck came flying out of a mass of bodies. Remus didn’t stick around to watch the hit Sirius intercepted. He caught the puck. Dug his skates in. Went.

It was over in the blink of an eye. Over coffee in bed, Sirius had a fantastic time showing him how quickly his postgame interview had become a meme.

Your goal at the end of the third had millions of people glued to their screens. How did you do that?

Against the bright reds and golds of their locker room, he had looked pale, as if someone shot him full of adrenaline and hard drugs. I have no idea, he had said shakily. They told me to just go. I think I blacked out.

He did remember the goal, in a vague sense. Or rather, the steps leading up to it. It felt like eons in his memory, yet every clip flooding Twitter hardly broke 15 seconds. The jarring zing of his skates finding the ice was the gunshot at a horse race, the familiar rush-shush scrape echoing his shallow breaths. Lightning on skates, they called him. The organization’s proof that he had earned his place through sweat and wildfire passion, not favoritism.

Hufflepuff’s defense was good enough to reliably put them in the playoffs every year. Big guys who knew how to use their size as an advantage and could easily crush Remus given the chance. His job was to take that chance out from under their noses. Big guys had power on their side—they caught up to him at the midline faster than just about anyone else in the league in long, strong strides. But they lacked the tight agility that always made Ravenclaw a tricky opponent, and in those tiny holes in their formation laid Remus’ victory. Tug one loose end, and the yarn unravels to slip through. Hufflepuff was full of dropped stitches.

He darted past the first defenseman so easily it was laughable, then turned and skated backwards as the second dove for him, tapping the puck between his blades. A third tried to take it from his stick and found empty ice as Remus took a hard left toward the goal. They swung back around to meet him as the stragglers caught up—in a brief moment of consciousness, he remembered his silent plea that Logan wouldn’t get a penalty. He was so close. So, so close.

The defense blurred together in blobs of yellow and black in his periphery as he wove loops around them and searched for someone, anyone, to pass to. It seemed the Badgers had learned their lesson; not a single Lion could break through their back wall.

Mine, Remus had thought with dazzling clarity. My puck. My goal. Mine.

Sirius’ flushed, sweaty face. A flash of crimson as he pointed down the ice. Go!

Remus’ exhausted lungs ached and filled his mouth with iron as he sucked in a sharp breath, sprinting straight for the goal. The Badger was looming, but too focused on Talker’s clever crossovers to notice Remus crouching until it was too late. His stick came up just high enough on a turn for Remus to slip beneath in a tight ball, breathless and fever-hot, before straightening and giving a quick twist around the goalie to tap the puck in.

He broke through the surface with a gasp of icy air. The blur in the corners of his vision faded. Noise rushed in, and he barely managed to ground himself before Talker’s full weight hit him like a train. “Did it go in?” he asked wildly, the words breaking in his throat.

“Fuck yes it--!”

That was everything he needed to hear, and where the videos ended. Privately, he was a bit disappointed that they didn’t show the aftermath. The wild excitement of Lions, and the utter confusion—disbelief, even—on the faces of Hufflepuff’s line.

A bit of birthday magic, maybe?

Ha, yeah, I guess so. Sorry, I’m still a little…

Take your time, Loops. I hear there’s a cake for you in the other room.

To be honest, I don’t think I can stand up right now without falling over.

That had made them laugh, like they thought he was joking.

Remus took a sip of coffee and rubbed the edge of the newspaper between his fingertips. “Lupin’s Run,” he read aloud. “Got a nice ring to it.”

Sirius hummed around a bagel. “I’m framing that.”

“Oh, are you?” he laughed.

Dark stubble was rough on his own as Sirius scattered a half-dozen tiny kisses over his cheek. “Right over the mantle, by our Cup rings. Everyone needs to see it.”

“Everyone is seeing it.”

“Then they’ll see it again.”

Sirius’ pride was fierce and his kiss was gentle; a steady hand slipped the mug from Remus’ fingers and set it aside, pulling him close beneath their sheets. It felt so right. The ache in his muscles, the swoop of his stomach, the cool headboard against his temple when he melted under Sirius’ attention. He smelled good, like sleep and sunrise and boy. Like a future Remus could live in forever. He shifted close enough that their sides aligned and let Sirius take him into daylight.

30 years. More than ten thousand mornings. He couldn’t wait for the next one.

[spqcebunsforever]

Fixing Broken Bonds

Pairing: LA Buggy x Reader

Summary: Y/n and buggy had a huge falling out a few years ago and y/n starts thinking about buggy and realises how much she actually misses him.

Y/n's Pov

I was alone now. Not literally I had my small ass crew with me floating on this joke of a ship but inside I felt all alone. A few years ago I used to belong to a crew that was well known feared even and the captain was something else. No matter what he always seemed to put a smile on everyone's face even if he did have to force one on. I used to be his second in command I used to be so happy until he turned into a huge asshole lets just say that power defiantly went to his head. We ended up getting into a huge fight about the way he had been acting some people agreed with me and so my little crappy crew was made.

I knew that even if I didn't want to admit it I really missed him. I missed the way that he would wake me up with a silly little song that he had just made up. And I missed when he used to let me play with his hair when I was bored and when he let me do his make-up. I was catching myself getting upset so I just shook my head and tried to push all those thoughts away because I knew for a fact that he wasn't thinking any of this about me. He had even told me that night when I left that he was happy I was going so I should also feel happy that I left. But that night when I left and stole this shitty boat all I did was cry.

But before I could think more about my sad, sad life one of my crew members came running up to me looking frantic. "Captain there are pirates attacking the ship and it's looking like we aren't making it out alive". Hearing those words made my face turn white I couldn't think of a reason for anyone to attack us but knowing some pirates our ship was like a gold mine for them we looked weak and defenseless and sadly for us they were right we weren't winning this battle even if we tried.

I rushed out to where the fight was happening most of my men were down and the ones still fighting were very badly damaged. One of the men saw me and started making his way towards me. I wasn't the best fighter but I knew my way around a sword and I knew how to protect myself but this man looked like he could pick me up just with one hand. While we were fighting I luckily was able to get him a couple of times but it wasn't looking great and I knew any moment I would be on the floor unable to get up. I didn't want to think that tonight would be the night I die but looking at how this man wasn't even breaking a sweat I almost just lay on the ground so he could get it over and done with.

Right before I could try and hit the pirate with my sword I heard something above our heads. We both looked up spotting the red smoke the pirate dropped down a second before I did and the last thing I remember doing was smiling because I knew exactly who they belonged to and for some reason, I was over the moon that he had been the one to save me. I felt my eyes roll back and just like the pirate I dropped to the floor.

When I woke up I felt someone touching my arm and suddenly remembering everything that had happened before I passed out sat up pulling my arm away but instead of seeing the other pirate's ugly mug, I was met with his beautiful eyes. "Calm down it's just me now give me your arm back I'm trying to bandage it up". I gave him my arm back and he started wrapping my arm again. We sat there in awkward silence for about 2 minutes before I broke the silence "You weren't very good at bandaging things have you suddenly got better?" I teased trying to lighten the mood "Well doll if you remember I did say I'm trying" he gave me one of his charming smirks and I just rolled my eyes. Again we sat in silence not really knowing what the say to each other it had been forever since we had actually seen each other.

After a few minutes, he had finished bandaging my arm, and let's just say he had not gotten better. "Thank you I really appreciate it" Buggy just nodded not really looking at me. "Why did you save me you could have just kept going without even looking in our direction". He still wasn't making eye contact with me "Yeah well I didn't did I" I nodded still determined to get him to look at me "Yeah well that's what I'm asking why did you". He suddenly stood up and finally made eye contact "What did you want us to leave you to die what is up with the questions?!"

"No of course not it's just I thought you stopped caring about me" Buggy's eyes widened like I had just said something utterly stupid. After just staring at each other for a few seconds he again kneeled down beside me and took hold of my hand. "Y/n I don't want to get all sappy because let's be real that isn't really me but I've missed you I've missed you more than I want to admit I miss the way it used to be us against everyone else and I'm sorry for being a jackass I know I am and you had every right to be angry with me but I just want you to know how sorry I am". I felt like I was in a dream like this couldn't be real life I felt my eyes starting to get teary and I immediately hugged him not caring if I was squeezing the life out of him.

"I missed you too you idiot" he accepted my hug and for the first time in forever I actually felt happy. Even though getting us to talk was someone almost killing me it was totally worth it because for the first time in forever, we were again in each other's arms the way it should always be and how I would like it to stay from now on. While we were hugging someone from his crew opened the door but before they could enter he popped his hand off and shut the door in their face "FUCK OFF CAN'T YOU SEE WE'RE HAVING AN EMOTIONAL MOMENT IN HERE!" yup I had really missed him.

[dreamdragoness]

"Come on, Stacy! I wanna see! I wanna see!"

"Y-Your Majesty. I-I don't know if this is right for me. I-I mean, I'm just a maid. This is just..."

"Oh, don't start that again! I know you're a maid, but you're also THE maid that saved the King of Hearts from poison. And the fact that you have impressed him so much that he promoted you to his personal maid? He told me he'd NEVER get one! So of course I've just got to get to know such a person!"

Stacy blushed at the Queen of Clubs' words. As she had been telling the King of Hearts repeatedly, what she did wasn't anything special. Not to mention she felt that the role of the king's personal maid was more hazardous than a regular one with the possibility of her being revealed as a spy from the Joker Kingom pretty high.

So when Julie Joyful, the current Queen of the Club Kingdom and the most accomplished battlemage in the Three Kingdoms, suddenly appeared and dragged Stacy from the castle and into a shopping district usually meant for nobles, the maid found herself struggling to figure out what happened as the queen started picking out dresses for her.

Like with the King of Hearts, the Queen of Clubs seemed uninterested in the fact that Stacy was a "mere maid" and continued to treat her like a doll in a game of "dress-up." She even went ahead and did Stacy's hair in a style she hadn't seen yet.

Seeing that she wasn't going to get out of this, Stacy complied and stepped out of the changing room. She heard the queen gasp in surprise as well as the store staff. Stacy wasn't a self-conscious person being a Joker, but the way everyone in the store was staring at her in shock made her uneasy. Then, the queen rushed over and ushered Stacy over to a mirror with a gold-and-jeweled frame.

"Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh! You! Look! Amazing! I hardly recognized you! And with your bangs, you could easily pass as a member of Hearts nobility!"

Her curiosity getting the better of her, Stacy turned her gaze away from the hyperactive queen and looked at her reflection. Her mouth dropped open as she saw why everyone had gasped earlier.

The dress the queen had chosen for her was a red-and-gold dress with white trim on the neck and elbows, her hands covered in white elbow-length gloves. Her new hairstyle added to the surprise. It was down, allowing her curls to be free while the strands at the sides of her head were pulled back into a bun. Her bangs remained the same, but now Stacy could see that they were, indeed, near-heart-shaped.

As the Queen of Clubs gushed over how beautiful the maid was in the outfit and began to gather more for her to try on, Stacy found herself mesmerized. Even though she is in line for the title of Harliqueen, she admitted the Hearts style looked good on her.

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A little idea popped up in my head for the Royalty AU story I'm making. I am currently making two images showing Stacy's interactions with King Wally, I just couldn't get this encounter with Julie out of my head.

This takes place a week after Stacy is promoted (by order of the king, of course) to the king's personal maid. Julie, who is extremely curious because Wally had stated time and time again that he wasn't interested in having a personal maid, really wants to get to know Stacy and does so by dragging her on a shopping trip. The Queen of Clubs pays of course, but now Stacy will end up with a bunch of fancy outfits that she has no use for.

I intend on doing a piece with Stacy in her Joker Kingdom outfit, but here's a bit of context.

In the Joker Kingdom, the ruler is called the "Harliqueen," the "King of Fools," or the "Monarch of Joker" depending on their preferences. Stacy is the princess of the Joker Kingdom, but the crown can be passed onto someone else if the Cards of Fate find them worthy. Only the ruler of the Joker Kingdom has the power of the Cards. If Stacy becomes the new Harliqueen, she'll inherit the Cards from her father, the current King of Fools.

I'll had more info regarding the Joker Kingdom once Stacy's image is done.

The dress Julie is wearing is one that she wears when she goes into town. It's not canon in @neonross' au as far as I know, but I see Julie having an insanely large wardrobe.

Royalty Au: @neonross

Welcome Home: Party Coffin

Stacy Flannigan: Me

[petitmonde]

Part of that Dragon Sasha x Dancer Anetra idea I talked about yesterday. Thank you so much @sweetlikesunflowersandhoney for entertaining the madness.

TW blood and a smidge of gore.

Into the Heart

Light danced across blades of green, dew drops glistening as the sun welcomed the day on the cold mountain, warming it with its gentle embrace. The forest awoke once more from its slumber, birds chirping and insects buzzing.

Dawn was Sasha's favourite time to take a walk through her domain, on two legs rather than four. Even as a dragon, Sasha enjoyed the mobility her humanoid form gave her. The animals left her alone, and it suited her just fine.

The greenery had grown back from the last time a human army had trudged through her forest to get to her castle. They were all the same, money hungry bastards after her gold. Weak of mind, and weak of body, she burnt them all for their disrespect of the mountain passes.

Small trees jutted up from the once muddied soil, all traces of the intruders gone. A few wildflowers dared set root in the clearing, hopeful of staying in bloom to the end of time. Yellows, whites, and reds proudly stand in defiance of what once was and what was to come.

If Sasha had been an elf, maybe she would have settled to make a flower crown of the cornucopia of wealth. She plucked a red flower and put it in her black hair to saviour that thought. There was no one to see her act like a fool, save for the birds and the bees.

Sasha went on her way, walking past the caves leading to the heart of the mountain, past the waterfalls all the way to the heart of the forest.

The Grand Tree of the Inner Sanctum reached into the sky and shone the brightest amongst all of the trees. Sasha put her hand on the trunk to feel the heartbeat of the mountain pass. Sasha gave it power in exchange for information, just enough to get a feel of everything in her domain. She may have the power of flight to see from above, but she did not possess the many eyes and ears of the Grand Tree, nor the memory of everything past, present, or future.

Sasha retracted her hand, burnt by power unknown. Someone was in her forest, and they were close by. Someone who had power, unlike anything she had ever felt.

Not good. Not good at all.

She had to leave the Inner Sanctum. If these intruders found the Grand Tree, there was no telling what they would do to it.

Sasha rushed into the direction of the intruders, weaving through the dense branches and treacherous terrain.

Chatter broke through the forest, stopping Sasha in her tracks to observe. She was far enough from anything important to engage in combat without a worry that she would destroy it.

There were five people in total. A knight, an archer, a mage, a rogue, and a gunslinger. All of them carrying weapons emitting a strange type of glow only sung about in legends.

Must be enhanced by some type of divine magic, Sasha thought. Her initial feeling of dread upon feeling them through the Tree was right. These people were dangerous and not likely to understand what power they were wielding.

An excellent addition to her hoard. And at the cost of five skulls, that was too good of a bargain to pass up.

They hadn't spotted her yet. Perfect. Sasha inched closer, keeping her footsteps light. The intruders had settled in quite nicely, tents still put up and the flickers of an ember licking up the last few scraps of firewood. Sat on the ground, they were vulnerable.

It would be so easy to turn into herself and burn them all to a crisp, but Sasha was honour bound to face them in proper combat.

"Look what we have here, a band of thieves stealing from the gods to parade through my domain." Sasha's sharp voice startled the group to stand against her, weapons raised. "Now, be good kids and drop your weapons and get the hell out. You're not welcome here."

Her presence alone should have been enough to make even the strongest warrior falter. Her appearance alone a tale of nightmares.

Slitted purple eyes that looked directly into your soul, eating at it until there was nothing left but pure obedience. Five horns jutting out of her skull, two from her jaw, one in her forehead, two at the back and two on the side curling to frame her face, all adorned by gold and precious stone. Sharp claws at the end of each hand, sharper than any man made object. Scales protected her most vital parts, covering her throat and her stomach, continuing down to her spiked tail. Two sets of wings protruded from her back, capable of creating strong gusts of wind.

Truly, these people were idiots.

"There it is, this is the monster I was telling you about," the knight yelled out, voice breaking at the word monster. His sword was pointed in Sasha's direction.

"What do we do? I wasn't prepared for this," the archer croaked out.

Sasha let the scene play out. If they wanted to bicker amongst themselves before they attempted to fight her, they could go right ahead. Nothing she hadn't seen before.

The gunslinger moved their finger to the trigger of their handgun, ready to fire at a moment's notice. "Isn't that obvious? We fight!"

Points for enthusiasm, that one.

"I'll back you up!" The mage proclaimed enthusiastically, the gem on their staff glowing.

That one was Sasha's biggest concern. A mage could potentially turn the situation dire, and as such, needed to be taken out first.

The rogue didn't say a word. Wise. Sasha had to respect that.

"Foul beast, I will claim your head for all of the lives you have taken." The knight had the gall to come up with ludicrous accusations.

It was time.

Sasha's eyes glowed, taking in every minute detail of what she could observe. Trees lined the clearing of the settlement, plenty of flat ground with a few stones that could serve as cover. The knight front and centre, the archer at the far back with the mage, gunslinger, and rogue on the second line.

"Foolish humans." Sasha played along with their little roleplay of big bad dragon versus innocent little humans. "Such insolence. I shall burn you on the very ground you stand on."

The first shot barely missed Sasha's head, too quick to dodge out of the way with four other assailants on the way.

"Divine protection!" The mage's first spell enveloped the knight, who is running headfirst at Sasha.

The rogue disappeared from her sight into the greenery to hide. The archer pulled back, letting the first set of arrows loose.

With one flap of her wings, Sasha was airborne, away from any immediate threat. Heat gathered in her throat, spilling out of her mouth in a sea of flames. None of her assailants were hit, saved by the mage in the back.

She had to go.

Sasha swung her tail at the mage, shattering the shield the mage had put up to protect herself. An arrow hit one of her wings as she swung her tail once again. Shield after shield broke on impact, the mage forced to retreat a couple steps every time, until she couldn't anymore. Back against a tree, Sasha's tail cut through her stomach, severing her in half.

Her party members must be horrified, Sasha laughed to herself. They wanted a monster, and here she was. Their screams were static to Sasha's ears, their words muffled by the bloodlust that had awakened in her.

The arrows and bullets were immune to the whirlwind she created with her wings, breaking through the scales. A smart choice to take away her ability to fly, she had to give them that. The knight stood in the middle of the clearing, too shocked to move as his team members frantically tried to kill Sasha.

Not satisfied with how things were going, Sasha morphed into her true form. With sheer size and power on her side, it would be a manner of seconds until she stood victorious.

Sasha hurled fireballs at the gunslinger and archer to stop their attacks, setting the ground ablaze. They had nowhere to run from a hell of their own creation. The small tears in her wings hindered Sasha's ability to fly straight, but that didn't matter. With one flap, the two of them crashed into the rocks with a hard thud.

Leaving only the knight and the rogue.

The knight had earned himself to be the victim of her teeth. He just stood there, transfixed. Fool. Sasha made her move, leaping at him, only to be stopped by invisible chains. No matter how much she willed her limbs to move, they defied her as the restraints got tighter. The knight disappeared as panic took over.

She couldn't move. But how?

That was a question Sasha had had to ponder for several decades, as a blade struck her heart, locking her in time and place.

[oliverreedmasterass]

Oh my god I love Stage Fright!! Is there a part 2 with the aftermath and Sam and Danny go to In N Out?

Thank you so much!! There is now 👀

Stage Fright (Part 2)

Words: 3.5k

Warnings: language, drinking

“We give you Starcatcher,” Josh bellowed into his microphone, looking back at Danny, Sam, and Jaket with a pair of wild, eager eyes. They unleashed their last note of the encore and were greeted by the surprised shouts from the audience when the new curtain dropped in front of them. Sam let his note ring out and then, once their studio version of Meeting the Master started blaring over the speakers, muted his strings and flashed Danny a wide grin, which he returned. 

“We did it,” he mouthed to Danny. 

“Fuck yeah,” Danny mouthed back. He jumped down from his platform and awkwardly twirled around his drumsticks since he couldn’t throw them out into the crowd with the curtain in the way. Jaket was already off the stage, passing his guitar to one of the roadies, exclaiming that the tour had nearly killed him, but he made it out alive, so whatever higher power was against him could shove it. 

Sam and Danny joined Josh, who was standing at the edge of the stage, staring around the venue in wonder and bobbing his head to their new song. Off in the distance, the fans in the pit had started singing along, which Sam marveled at.

“I can’t believe we’re done,” he found himself saying to no one in particular. 

“Until the next tour,” Danny pointed out. 

The song went into the second verse and Josh let out a sigh of content. 

“I’ve got a big old salty dog waiting for me in the green room, see you back there.” 

Sam and Danny watched him hop down the steps, wave goodbye to the fans in the seats who had stuck around, and then disappear backstage. 

“You were on fire tonight,” Sam turned back to Danny. 

“Thank god, that would have been bad with all those cameras,” Danny joked, playfully leaning into Sam’s side. “You didn’t sound half-bad yourself.” 

“I got through that stinking song, that’s all that matters to me,” Sam chuckled. 

The sounds from the crowd had started to die down which Sam took as his cue to get off the stage, finally putting an end to their Dreams in Gold circus. He motioned for Danny to lead the way and, one after the other, they hustled down the stairs and to the back. After passing through the curtain, they were immediately greeted by Karen and Kelly, who gave them large hugs. 

“That was incredible!” Karen exclaimed after releasing Danny. “The new banner looks so good!” 

“You were on a different level tonight,” Kelly congratulated them. “Way to finish the tour strong.” 

“Do you want to head back to the green room?” Sam nodded down the hall. “I could use a drink.” 

With a collective laugh they all retreated back to the green room and were greeted by Jaket and Josh, who were sprawled on the sofas, cradling their own cups of booze. They both were a mess: Jaket’s face was still red from playing his ass off, his shorter hair dampened against his forehead in sweat and Josh had obviously accidentally wiped at his face, because his gold eye makeup was spread from cheek to cheek. They turned to look at their family as they came in, but could hardly move a muscle to acknowledge them. 

“I think I need a trip to Tahiti,” Jaket groaned out. “Maybe it’s time I get a timeshare.” 

“Let’s take the next flight out of here,” Josh agreed. “God, the second I sat down, my adrenaline rush immediately stopped.” 

“So I take it we’re not gonna have much of an after party,” Sam stated the obvious.

“How much of an after party could we really have while our parents are here?” Jaket grunted out as he rolled over to look back at Sam. 

“Hey,” Karen protested, “we know how to party.” 

“And Jaket doesn’t smell like ass right now,” Josh poked fun. 

“Please stop calling me Jaket,” Jaket moaned. 

“Sorry, that’s your name now,” Josh countered. Jaket took a hearty swig from his bottle of Jack and twisted around so his face was planted into the couch cushion with a huff. 

Aside from the twins, everyone else stood around, still riding off the high of the show, but unsure what to do with themselves, until Sam broke the silence. 

“I owe Danny In N’ Out,” he remembered. 

“Oh shit,” Danny commented, “yeah, you do.” 

Sam walked to the corner of the room where he had tucked his phone into his backpack and retrieved it so he could find the nearest one. 

“Huh,” he mumbled, “looks like we’ll have to drive. Mom?” He turned back to face Karen. “You have a rental car, right?” 

“Yup.” 

“Can I borrow it?” 

“Only if Danny drives. I saw you drinking out there.” 

“I can’t argue with that,” Danny spoke for Sam. “You’re awful at driving city streets anyways.” 

“The roads are so narrow,” Sam defended himself. “And one way streets are confusing.” 

Karen silently passed Danny her rental car key, which Danny quickly pocketed. 

“It’s the white Nissan Versa parked by the bus,” Karen told Danny. 

“A Nissan? Wow, nice wheels, Mrs. Kiszka,” Danny joked, earning him a playful push from Karen. “Seriously, thank you though,” Danny added. 

“Just bring it back in one piece, please.” 

“Of course.” 

Sam and Danny quickly changed out of their stage outfits into their own Starcatcher t-shirts and sweats and filed out of the green room, leaving Josh, Jaket, Karen, and Kelly on their own to unwind after their eventful evening. 

“Are you keeping the makeup on?” Sam joked with Danny as they made their way to the back doors. 

“It’s not every day you get to go through the In N’ Out drive through in full glam,” Danny gave a shrug, which earned him a good laugh from Sam. 

“You know, I can’t say I’ve ever actually had In N’ Out.” 

“What?” Danny stopped in his tracks. Sam walked a few paces ahead and then whirled around when he realized that Danny had fallen behind him. “Are you kidding me? Not even during Coachella? Or that time we went to Temecula?” 

“Danny,” Sam retreated back to put a hand on his shoulder, “I’m vegetarian. What would I get at a burger restaurant?”

“Fries? A shake? A grilled cheese? I don’t know, Sam. It’s, like, the quintessential California experience. I can’t believe you’ve been missing out all these years.”   

“Well now I’m really curious to see what all of the hype is about.” 

They started walking again and, after waving goodbye to some of the techs and roadies, quickly found Karen and Kelly’s rental car. 

“That’s a rental car alright,” Sam looked down at the white car with an air of disgust. “I can’t believe we just headlined a sold out show at the Golden 1 Center and we’re driving to a fast food restaurant in a Nissan.” 

“We’re really living the rocker lifestyle,” Danny laughed at Sam’s disgust. “Come on, get in, Princess.” 

Sam wasn’t happy with the nickname, but he trudged around to the passenger side and threw the door open after Danny unlocked it, plopping into the seat. 

“God, it smells like a rental car too,” he complained. 

“I’d hope it would, considering it’s a rental car and all,” Danny retorted. He quickly buckled his seat belt and pulled up the map to In N’ Out on his phone, handing it over to Sam. “You’re in charge of directions.” 

“You got it, boss.” 

Danny successfully got them out of the back of the Golden 1 Center and Sam stared out the window in awe at all of the fans who were still standing around, almost all of them looking as if they were in a daze. He felt the same way on the inside, but he was trying hard not to think too much about the fact that the tour was over. He knew that he would just get emotional, which was probably the last thing Danny wanted to deal with. 

“Do you remember what the rock station is here?” Danny’s voice snapped Sam out of his head. 

“I’ll find it,” Sam said, leaning forward to mess with the tuner. He settled on 96.9, which was playing a Tom Petty song that felt like it fit the mood. 

“Turn left on 3rd Street,” Danny’s phone spoke over the radio. 

“Nice navigating, Sammy,” Danny joked. 

“You know I have trouble multitasking,” Sam frowned. Since he had the music figured out, he focused all of his attention back on Danny’s phone. 

“You’re gonna turn right on P Street and then that should take you onto the freeway, westbound,” he shared. 

“There we go, thanks,” Danny nodded. They sat in silence, only the sounds of Tom Petty singing Mary Jane’s Last Dance filling the rental car, and Sam snuck a peak at Danny. His left elbow was resting on the driver’s side window while his right hand grasped onto the bottom of the steering wheel. He looked to be deeply contemplating something. 

“Penny for your thoughts?” he tried. Danny’s face scrunched up. 

“I’m just trying to figure out my order,” he obviously lied. Sam decided to leave their conversation at that. Danny revved the engine as he entered onto the freeway, and they started to zip past the other cars out on the road. Sam tugged on his seatbelt to make sure that it was as tight as possible, and then looked forward out the windshield at the roadlights ahead of them. 

“You’re, uh, gonna want to take exit 1A in around 4 miles out towards Reno.” 

“Yup,” Danny said, pressing farther down on the gas pedal. 

“You know,” Sam nervously cleared his throat. “I really don’t want to die in Sacramento.” 

Danny luckily took the hint and removed his foot from the gas pedal so they fell back in line with the flow of traffic.

“Sorry,” Danny’s voice sounded distant. “I didn’t realize how fast I was going.” 

“The burgers aren’t going anywhere,” Sam tried to kid, though he knew that probably wasn’t what was eating away at Danny at all. Danny reached the exit and carefully flicked on the car’s turn signal so they safely entered the highway ramp. “Okay, you’re gonna take the Reed Ave exit and then it should be on our right,” Sam added. “We’re almost there.” 

Sam was relieved that they made it to the drive thru in one piece, and he was even more glad when Danny took the reins on placing their order. Sure, he was starving after they had played their hearts out, but he didn’t know the first thing about what to order and didn’t want to think too hard about it. 

“We’ll get two orders of animal fries, two large chocolate shakes, a double double, and a grilled cheese,” Danny leaned farther over his window to speak into the intercom. 

“You got it,” a teenager’s voice said from the other end. “That’ll be $19.87.” 

“Oof,” Sam pretended like he had been shot. “That’s gonna put a dent in my wallet. Do you think they accept interest payments?” 

Danny rolled his eyes and moved the car forward in the long line. 

“The animal fries will be worth it,” Danny said as he looked ahead at the car in front of them. “They’ve got onions.” 

“Something’s bugging you again,” Sam spoke up. Danny let out a sigh and dropped his head into a slow nod. 

“I’m sorry,” he murmured. 

Sam turned down the volume on the radio and then tried to position himself in his passenger seat so he could entirely face Danny. 

“Hey, don’t apologize to me,” he corrected Danny. “You’re allowed to feel things. Especially around me. I’m always airing out my grievances to you.” 

“I just don’t want to be a burden,” Danny said. The cars in front of them started to creep ahead so Danny slowly let his foot off the brake, letting them slowly roll forward. “I’m sure I’m just gonna start sounding like a broken record soon, and I don’t want you to have to put up with that.” 

“You could never be a burden!” Sam exclaimed. “You know what’s a burden? Josh playing the harmonica at 3am. That’s a fucking burden, Danny. You telling me what’s bothering you is the farthest thing from a burden. I don’t like seeing you like this.” 

Danny opened his mouth to respond but just as quickly shut it when he saw that it was their turn to approach the In N’ Out register window. Sam gave his head a small shake in disappointment that he was going to have to wait longer to help Danny out, and handed over his credit card to Danny, who passed it to the employee. 

“Nice eye makeup,” the girl commented when she handed the card and receipt back to Danny. Both Danny and Sam’s faces flushed a crimson red. 

“Thanks, we wanted to look pretty for dinner,” Danny said without thinking, and then hit the gas in a panic to shoot forward, away from the window. Sam stared at Danny in a mixture of horror and awe and, when they screeched to a halt one car before the food window, he couldn’t help but let out a cackle. 

“What the fuck was that?” 

“What the hell else was I supposed to say?” Danny turned to Sam, his eyes wide. He looked forward again and started to white knuckle the steering wheel, his arms stretched out in front of him without a single bend in his elbows. 

“Literally anything other than that,” Sam continued to laugh. 

“My brain is all scrambled,” Danny removed a hand from the steering wheel to nervously pass it through his sweaty hair. “I don’t know what I’m doing.” 

“Well,” Sam started, “you’re driving my parent’s shitty rental car through a drive thru with some really precious cargo in the front seat.” 

“You know what I mean,” Danny gave Sam a quick look. 

“It’s our turn,” Sam mumbled, motioning to the car in front of them that had just pulled away from the food window. Danny let out a frustrated huff and lurched the car forward, slamming on the brakes again so Sam was thrust forward and then back into his seat. 

“Thanks,” Danny tried to put on a smile to the employee who was eyeing them while handing their food over. 

“Want any ketchup?” he asked. 

“You betcha,” Danny said. 

With their food secured, Danny flew out of the drive thru and back out onto the city street, causing Sam to choke on his milkshake in shock. 

“Are we not gonna just eat in the parking lot?” 

“I need an empty field.” 

“Why? To murder me?” 

“To clear my head.” 

Sam knew better than to challenge Danny any further, so he focused on nervously downing the entirety of his (really good) milkshake while Danny re-entered the freeway and drove towards a town called Woodland. Sam couldn’t help but let out a sharp exhale in relief when Danny put the car into park and shut off the engine. Sure, they were out on a sketchy country road in the middle of nowhere, but at least Danny wasn’t doing road rage anymore. Without saying a word, Danny grabbed the bag of food, tore off his seatbelt, and jumped out of the car. 

“Hey, wait!” Sam called after him, rushing to unbuckle his own seatbelt. He managed to get out of the car in record time and was glad to see that Danny had just moved around to the back of the car so he could sit on the trunk, hanging his feet over the muddy dirt. “I thought you were gonna take off,” Sam admitted as he joined Danny on the trunk with a grunt. Danny grabbed his burger from the bag and started to unwrap it. 

“Your grilled cheese should be in there,”  he motioned towards the bag with his head. Sam took Danny’s cue and retrieved his meal, unwrapping it so he was greeted with the warm smell of melted cheese and grilled onions. “Tell me it isn’t delicious.” 

Sam took a solid bite out of it and chewed thoughtfully.

“It’s no Southern Engine Deli, but it’s still pretty good.” 

Sam waited for a response from Danny but returned back to his sandwich when he realized that Danny was preoccupied, inhaling his own burger. They sat under the stars in their own personal bubbles for the next few minutes, and Sam was starting to shiver from the cold, post-rain air, but he tried to hide his discomfort. Danny had moved from his burger to shoveling his tray of animal fries into his mouth as if he hadn’t had anything to eat in weeks. Sam wasn’t quite sure what to do other than gawk at his friend. He was really starting to resemble a ravenous lion. 

“I needed this,” Danny announced, his mouth filled to the brim with half-chewed junk food. 

“I’m not sure what this is,” Sam replied, “but I’m glad?” 

“I didn’t eat enough before we went out tonight, I think the nerves got the better of me.” 

“Hey, what were you gonna say back in the car before we had to pay?” Sam talked over Danny. He was really getting tired of beating around the bush. 

“Huh?” Danny sounded caught off guard. 

“You said you didn’t want to be a burden, I told you that was stupid, you were about to say something, but then we got interrupted. What were you going to say?” 

“Oh,” Danny said, returning back to his hunched position as he gingerly placed his empty tray back on the trunk. “I don’t know.” Sam continued to look at him and, obviously uncomfortable by the silence, Danny made a small grunting noise. “We’ve been through so much this tour,” his voice was just barely audible over the distant sound of the cars on the highway. “Like, so much. And so much has changed too. But I’ve been able to avoid all of it because I’ve been so engulfed in our music and playing live and traveling and everything. Now that the tour’s done, I’m gonna just be sitting at home. I’m gonna have to face all of it head on. I don’t think I’m ready to do that.” 

Sam nodded. He knew exactly where Danny was coming from. Between both of his brother’s health scares and stress about what direction they were moving in, Sam had a lot on his mind as well that he had been actively avoiding. Even though they had enough planned down the road to keep themselves busy for the most part, life off the road was a lot different than constantly being on the move. 

“You can stay with me if you don’t want to be alone,” Sam suggested. 

“I was thinking about spending some time with my parents,” Danny looked apologetic. “I think it might be good to be around family for a bit, to spend some time back in Frankenmuth.” 

“I totally understand,” Sam offered him a supportive smile. “You can relax at Bronner’s.”

“It’s impossible to relax at Bronners,” Danny bumped Sam’s shoulder. “That’s, like, the most stimulating place on the planet.” 

“Aw, but you know all those Santas staring at you is the only way to really feel peace on Earth,” 

Danny pulled out Sam’s tray of animal fries from their to-go bag and offered them to him, which he graciously accepted. For what it was worth, they did smell really good and he was starting to get distracted by them. While he grabbed a messy handful and fit them into his mouth, Danny leaned his head back so he could take in the night sky. It was mostly overcast, but a few stars were peeking through the low clouds. He squinted his eyes to try to make out any recognizable constellations, and then slowly lifted his hand up, as if he was trying to touch the brightest star in the sky. 

“You’re gonna be okay,” Sam told Danny after swallowing down his fries. “You’re super resilient, Danny. You’re gonna go through some tough times and feel some intense emotions, but I know you. I know you can bounce back from this, and you’ll be stronger than ever.” 

“I hope so,” Danny took a break from scanning the sky to turn back to Sam. Without thinking, Sam grabbed his hand and gave it a tight squeeze, which seemed to surprise Danny. 

“I know so,” he promised. 

That seemed to bring enough comfort for Danny since he snagged a couple of fries from Sam and then leapt back to his feet. After reaching his arms up in a large stretch, he clapped his hands together. 

“Okay, I’m getting cold.” 

“Back in the car?” Sam asked. Danny nodded. 

“Back in the car. I’ll look up at the stars another night. Knowing that they’re always up there is enough comfort for right now.” 

“Okay, Starcatcher,” Sam kidded. 

“We give you…Starcatcher!” They both turned to each other to imitate Josh. Even though it was dark out on that country road, they both could tell that they were beaming wide. While there had been dread surging through them earlier, the excitement at what the future held was finally catching up to them.

[insomniacpreacher]

KinnPorsche World Tour Day 1 Feels

After watching all these breathtaking performances, I'm just sitting here thinking about the amount of effort it must have taken to set this up. When you are carrying a team on your shoulders there are chances someone or the other may feel neglected but the way these 16 of them got a chance to show case their talent has left me in awe. Maybe it was just a hobby of theirs like TA DJing but they were given a chance to amplify it by working on it and believing in themselves.

Not only that, other actors playing the role of Kan, Korn and Nampheung were also a part of the tour. It is never easy carrying everyone forward but KinnPorscheTheSeries is doing such an outstanding job in this area. I don't know who is the great mind behind these actions but since a lot of them have mentioned P'Pond, a HUGE SHOUTOUT to him for showing the world that you need to build things from scratch to produce GOLD like this.

I really really want to go home and GIF these outstanding moments but I cannot as of now..I experienced an array of emotions an ended up shedding happy and sad tears both...Went absolutely FERAL when the minor family dropped their bomb performance with all 3 of them blazing the stage and then major family made it all soft.

The leads foreshadowing their emotions of the show was a clever move all while sticking to their situation post the series..Like we know its a happy ending for KinnPorsche so some of their key moments and recreation of Porsche's dream about owning a beach bar was so darn wholesome. VegasPete began all angsty and they still have a lot of things to resolve so watching them go through those emotions again in those SEXY costumes..*HYPERVENTILATING*

Build and US killed it with their duet performance..OH AND when Build Twerked HOLY COW, that was it..He had 2 moods today, either he was shaking his arse off or crying happy tears about all the love and support that has been showered on him..Welcome Back Build Jakkapan Puttha, we missed you..

Bible, Tong, Build, and Apo's individual gigs..What do these studs even eat..Absolute Greek Gods..

Ahhh they are gatekeeping KimChay moments so bad, we were expecting a side story but ruthless ughh..*fingers crossed* that we may get it tomorrow..Jeff singing WHY DON'T YOU STAY Eng Version was exactly when my adrenaline rush went over the moon..Absolutely surreal y'all..

They have planned everything and will keep us waiting for more..Mile Apo's Period Movie teaser..eeeekkss.

I don't think any show has this kind of power over me even after it ended and there is a reason for it. Their consistency in delivering towards all the expectations of present and the future..I feel like I'm living this journey with them, even without being there physically. When almost all of them were in tears watching the kind of support they got, I was screaming internally you guys deserve it BBs..stop crying we are not the strongest soldiers here..I love love how things are never taken for granted..They work hard and then it is so natural for them to get emotional because this is all they expect and then when they receive it the emotions just overflow..Special shout out to Tong and Mile for being the caretakers of the fam..Tong was distributing tissues, water and hands of comfort every time someone broke down and Mile cracking his dad jokes was so heartwarming..

They helped me go through a very very tough phase this week and I'll forever be grateful to them about this..The last picture is me giving a tight hug of love and appreciation to each member who made this happen..

What are we expecting from them tomorrow?

1. Cumulus performance

2. KimChay Side Story

3. Season 2 Official announcement

4. VegasPete on a Curry Date

5. MileApo Movie Teaser

6. Tankhun's skit finding out about VegasPete dating

7. Macau Chay becoming besties (They were roommates for a reason right?)

[artzychic27]

Whose Been Painting The Roses Red?

(Villain au by @imsparky2002 and hero au inspired by @msweebyness )

Horns blew from seemingly out of nowhere. It was only when the doors opened that the heroes became much more alert as soon as they saw the white rabbit scurrying into the dormitory’s foyer followed by the infamous card guards. Leave it to this guy to make an entrance the day after holiday break.

“Presenting! His Grace, his Royal Highness, his Excellency, his Royal Majesty, King Nathaniel Wild-Card Hearts!”

A few students forced themselves to clap as card guards parted down the middle so the young King could make his way into the school, sporting a wide Cheshire-like grin as he did. A small orange and red hedgehog poked its head out from the crown atop his head. Orikko, if they remember correctly. It was hard to keep up when he kept swapping out one hedgehog for the next. Hero students moved themselves and the more defenseless students out of the way so they wouldn’t risk running into the Mad King of Wonderland. His smile isn’t to be trusted, but that never stopped the villainous students from approaching and slinging an arm around his shoulders. They’ve earned that right, after all.

“Lovely to see you again, your Highness,” Denise greeted in their smooth, silky voice and tipped their veiled hat with a bow. Their shadow did the same and even kissed his hand. The redhead beamed and waved the sentient shadow off.

“Denise, you flatter me.” Right at that moment, Simon came up from behind the King and rush to his partner’s side to take hold of their arm and the shadow’s. “Oh, Minister, relax. ‘Tis nothing but a simple greeting.”

The other redhead let out a hmph. “Even so, I remind you the commitment you made to your boyfriend, your Majesty.” With a slight hiss, he bid the royal goodbye and walked off down the opposite end of hall with Denise and their shadow. Nathaniel and his card guards went the other way. “Honestly, the things some with power will do. Next thing you know, he’ll be coveting for that deVil girl.” He spat the name as if it were poison.

Denise and their shadow smirked at the clear display of jealousy. “Amor, you have nothing to worry about,” they croon and stop in the middle of the hall to cup Simon’s face while their shadow drapes themself around them, making the young Minister turn as red as their hair and mutter a quick prayer. “We made a commitment, did we not, choir boy?”

“Oh, Father,” Simon shudders and Denise slowly began to close the gap between their lips. “Help me.” Before they could kiss, an enraged scream sounded throughout the entire school followed by the sound of glass shattering, hitting the ears of staff and the students making their way to their dorms. Recognizing the scream, many students rushed into their rooms or hid in any available locker

For a moment, it was silent. Then the card guards filed back into the foyer, trying to keep their composure and not cower the moment that the Mad King stormed through, holding a rose bush with the roots still attached. To all, it was a startling sight as Nathaniel took pride in his roses and cared for each one of them… But then they saw red dripping from the petals to reveal… White.

Wonderland Law #96 that everyone, even the worst villains abide by states that only red roses are to be planted throughout the kingdom with the exception being for a wedding and in that case, the roses may be white.

Nathaniel applies this law to Wonderland and his own life. But since there’s no wedding, then-

“Whose been painting my roses red?” He croons softly at first before a manic look appeared in his eyes. Even his pupils shrank to nearly nothing. “WHOSE BEEN PAINTING MY ROSES RED?! Who dares to taint with vulgar paint the royal flower bed?! For painting my roses RED!… Someone will lose a head!” For emphasis, he slid his finger across his neck.

Jean gulped and tugged on the collar of his gold bomber jacket. Okay… And many should keep in mind, that it was on accident. He was just walking, had his bags packed for break. And what happened next was completely by mistake. How could he have seen it coming?… So, he was walking, tripped over Ismael’s damn tail, and his claws got a hold of the rose bush… Yeah, not great. So, he and Ismael ordered a new one that would be delivered over the break, arrived to the school way early, and, wouldn’t you know it? They were panicking so much that they ordered white roses. Naturally, they panicked and painted the roses red. A little half-assed, now that Jean’s seeing them again.

He and Ismael exchange a look and nod. It was time to do the right thing…

“It was Xavier!” Ismael yelled and pointed at the blonde just walking into the school. Fortunately, Nathaniel was so blind with rage that he didn’t even question the logic behind Ismael’s accusation… Not that he ever did before.

Jean hastily nods. “Yeah! It Xavier!”

Alya slaps a hand over the mouth of a hero student before they could say anything in defense of the innocent student. “Yep! It was Xavier! He showed up with a white rose bush and painted it red all over! I saw him!”

“Definitely Xavier,” Kim confirms with a nod from Ondine.

Having already made up his mind, Nathaniel snaps his fingers, making his card guards stand tall at attention, awaiting his next command. “Find him.” With that, they were gone. “… Well, back to your business!” He cheerily said and tossed the painted bush away before heading back to his room, much to the relief of everyone. Still, Lila texted Xavier to let him know that he should hide.

[daedrabait]

So I wrote a little drabble from my idea of Mercer's POV describing how he feels about my dragonborn. Its supposed to be a sort of prequel to the fics I have posted on ao3 about the two of them. I'm not sure really where to share it, but maybe some of you would appreciate it. It's under the cut.

Contains: brief mentions of violence/murder & strong feelings of longing, loneliness, frustration and desire for contact (not sexual, just in general)

If you find yourself interested or curious about the two of them together, you can read the actual series on my ao3 which is linked in my bio.

Mercer knew he was being watched.

This recruit wasn't like any other in the Guild. He had lots of ambition - like every thief - but he was quicker, and had the skill to back it up. A step ahead and a cut above the rest of them. Most of all, Mercer could sense he was out for himself. Not just for gold, but for power. He had succeeded where other guild members had failed time and time again. Mercer had been watching him, too.

Faelon reminded Mercer of himself.

This wasn't necessarily a good thing. Mercer knew that such a man would figure out things faster and easier than the rest of the guild - who blindly placed trust and faith on Mercer's capable shoulders and were content to let him lead, oblivious to his schemes. No, Faelon was already well on his way to figuring Mercer out. This would end in blood, to be sure. But Mercer liked blood. It was perhaps his next favorite thing, right up there with jewels and riches.

By all respects, to a more sane and less depraved man, this should have been much more alarming than it was. Mercer had his worries, yes. Even a man such as he had his fears about this situation; some small, reserved part of him was indeed sounding off alarms. But he could not deny the thrill he felt within himself. He always loved a good game and this was no different. Rationality came second in his whirlwind of a life. A life built upon theft, lies, deception, and betrayal. A completely rational man would not have accomplished all that he had accomplished.

It had been so long since someone played a game with him. So long since someone had garnered an interest in his wiles, and metaphorically chased the pirouettes he weaved through the air. It wasn't necessarily sexual, but it didn't need to be to give him that thrill.

How lonely was he? The bile of disgust rose up within himself. He wanted for many things, both practical or ambitious - and yet the company or attention of another, he had long been denied either by himself or others since his infatuation with Karliah went up in smoke. He thought himself above such base needs. But, how he longed for it regardless.

Karliah. How he hated the Dunmer who had once infected his mind. Never again.

Faelon was surely no agent of Karliah's. He was out for himself and only himself here. What was the harm in letting him watch, in leading him around in circles? Mercer hadn't felt this desired in a long time. Was it wrong to indulge himself a little? He was still doing his work, and he would not let this escalate regardless. Besides, maybe it would take the edge off. He had been adept at exercising self-control where it had mattered in the past.

He would allow the new and capable recruit chase after him, whether it was a stupid idea or not. It had been a long time since someone got his blood rushing the way it had lately around this strange Bosmer. What was the harm? Mercer was capable of defending himself when things inevitably went awry.

The Dragonborn was his rival. A man who was undoubtedly a large cut above the others. Someone that could finally perhaps rise to his level.

What would come of this? Would one of them, or both of them, end up dead? Mercer had plans to complete before he died. But it was undeniable - and almost completely out of his power, to resist this temptation. His life had remained static and dispassionate for too long after the triumph of retrieving the Key, killing Gallus, and getting away with it all in the process. He was getting older, and his spark was flickering. Rejection after rejection had weakened his resolve, and his distrust of others had made any hope of any sort of relationship with another person almost nonexistent. Stealing from the Guild had become mundane and arbitrary, and he found himself drafting heist plans with barely any will to pursue them.

Everyone around him skittered across his nerves - the Cistern was becoming his own personal hell. The Flagon was even worse. He was tired of these people and he was tired of all the ceaseless pretending he was forced to do before people who didn't even deserve to be a part of the Guild. He was angry and frustrated with - with all of it. They made it too easy to steal from them. He felt not a single drop of remorse, and he felt no threat of ever being exposed from these 'thieves' who sat on their hands. 

He was tired of the monotony. Faelon was different. Mercer wanted - needed - this. Thrill was the lifeblood of men like him.

Watch me, he thought as he held the Key in his hand, its power thrumming through him in time with his heartbeat and filling him with adrenaline. Watch and learn, little thief. Come and get me if you dare.

[lokisangstyteen]

Teeth {1/4}

[Warnings] Spy!Reader, Mafia!Tom Holland, Violence, Blood, Sexual Tension [Author note:] Hi guys! I've been gone too long and thought, what better way to pop in than to finish what I started? Enjoy! I write for anyone. Just feel free to send a request; with love, Loki. 692 words (Short little part one)

"Tell Carter to do it." "Y/N, Carter is a man. We need a woman to do this job, and you're our best agent available." Your boss sat behind his desk, leaning back in his seat. A slight sneer on your lips as he took a swing of that disgusting bourbon he claims is absolute gold. "So? I'm already on the job. Doing two at once could fuck up everything on both sides. I can't." You were trying your absolute hardest not to show your frustration. A two-year job put on hold for a quick intel mission? Anyone can do that. "Which is why you are no longer assigned to that job. Melissa is taking that over. So, yes, you can." He spoke without looking at you as he poured himself another shot. His 3rd one while in your presence, the next three, and he'll be slurring his words like a pig. If they could talk, that is. "What?. You gave my job to her? The job I've put two years of my time into?" By this point, you were well beyond annoyed. Even pissed off. Though you knew declining a mission wasn't on your list of things you can do.

"Yes. Now your mission is to find, seduce, and infiltrate the home of a suspected mobster. We need you to retrieve a file he no doubt has hidden. You're going to New York. Understood?" The expectant look in his eyes for you to simply obey made your eye twitch. Taking a quiet deep breath, you nod and leave the room without another word.

2 days later

Here you were, in a skin-tight dress, waiting for the man everyone knew as Tom Holland to show his face. You had gotten the intel from the agency, and they had even been oh so kind as to supply your dress for the night. It was gorgeous, you must admit; it stopped in the middle of your leg; a slit on the right side went all the way up to your hip and stopped. It was just the right amount of sexy and classy put together, the blackness of the color adding to the mysterious vibe they wanted you to deliver. Your goal is to catch his attention; this dress will do that.

It was definitely a bright night; while you stood outside looking at all the lights, everyone else was brushing past you, rushing into the club before it became too crowded, and they were forced to either finish drinking at home or travel around the city for another bar. Checking your purse, you fished out the fake ID they had given you to remain undercover and safe. Walking up to the bouncer, you flash your ID, and he surprisingly asks zero questions and steps aside so that you can enter, which provoked a sea of complaining from those waiting. Ignoring all the irritating voices, you walk in like you know what you're doing; truth be told, you honestly don't. The loud base of the music and stench of bodies writhing against each other has never been your kind of scene.

Pushing past the hands grabbing at you both on purpose and by accident, you make your way to the bar in the hope that you may end up spotting your target from the whole angle of the bottom floor it gives. Turning on the stool, you order a small glass of Bacardi. Considering you're in the rich part of town, it's a simple yet intelligent choice. Scanning the room, a hum escapes your lips, watching everyone dry humping each other because they're too intoxicated to find a goddamn bathroom or storage closet this place no doubt keeps unlocked for that sole purpose. Your face scrunches in annoyance at the fact you have to be here. That's when you feel the change in atmosphere, a suffocating stench of power and danger. You blink, trying to reign in the shaking of your hand. Frowning, you look around, trying to see if you can pinpoint the direction of the feeling. That's when you see him. Tom Holland, the man that rules New York. But wait...

Who's he with?

[thevindicativevordan]

Any thoughts on Rebirth era of Superman?

Short answer is that it brought me back to the character after I had stopped reading, due to an unending stream of low quality crossovers derailing everything. The long answer is more complicated.

Tomasi's Superman run is like a Yin-Yang symbol. First half is all good except for one bad arc. The back half is all terrible except for the finale. First half does a great job of balancing the wholesome family vibes with horror and action to keep the tension high. Yes you got Jon Kent as a cute kid - Jurgens may have been Jon's father but Tomasi was his daddy in terms of fleshing him out, the Jonathan Kent to Jurgens Jor-El - but Tomasi really put the kid through hell. He accidentally kills his own cat with heat vision, and boy were some people butthurt about that. Personally I loved it, events like that sold me on the struggle of raising a kid who has Superman's powers but not Superman's control.

Jon had a lot of fire and spunk to him, not as much of Lois as I liked (I still firmly believe he should be a Spider-Man type shit talker because of Lois, not a "I know you're better than this" like his dad), but him slugging Damian was a hoot. Tomasi's Clark for the most part was fine, he got that Clark could be an angry dude like when Clark was ready to kick Bruce and Damian's asses after they kidnapped Jon, but Tomasi's Clark was usually pretty flat and Jon was the clear main character. The weirdness of Hamilton simmering under the surface that culminated in Black Dawn was great, like Stranger Things before Stranger Things. Kathy and Jon were cute together. Oh and Tomasi writes a great Manchester Black, that scene of Black freezing Supes heat vision midair to light a cig then sending it back in his face? Hilarious! That his master plan involved trying to corrupt Jon into being the Superman he wanted made sense, and fit with the run's focus on Clark attempting to guide his son into becoming a hero.

The bad arc for the first half was Multiplicity, terrible story with boring filler art. I defy any of you to tell me who the big bad of that story was without looking it up. A multiversal Supermen team up should've been one of the standout arcs, but instead it became a precursor to the back half of the run. Whenever Tomasi tried to focus on just Clark, he clearly didn't have much to say, and the whole story ended up as a weird tangent that went nowhere and never amounted to anything.

After Black Dawn however, we got months of boring filler where Supes clashed with Sinestro and went on a vacation to D.C. with Jon and Lois where Tomasi unleashed his inner boomer to complain about kids not respecting the troops enough. Imperius Lex was a lame way to wrap up the SuperLex storyline, that should've come as a result of Lex refusing to accept that there are lines heroes don't cross because his ego won't accept anything bigger than his own wants. What should have unfolded as a slow disillusionment on Lex's part over the limitations being a hero in the Superman mold places on him, instead became a rushed arc where Lex rage quits because Supes doesn't trust him enough. Thankfully the finale was strong, the Bizarroverse arc was great, Tomasi found that balance of humor, wholesomeness, action, and horror right at the end. Scene where Bizarro bails on his son hit hard for me, and all of the Bizarros were funny to read. Issue 45 where the Kents leave Hamilton hit hard even though I was ready for a change.

Jurgens Action meanwhile was mostly mediocre. Only two arcs stand out in my memory, one good, one awful. The good one was the Godslayers arc where Jurgens amusingly did a better job of handling the Civil War 2 premise than his soon-to-be successor Bendis did. A nice story about Supes grappling with his distaste and distrust of Lex vs. his want to believe Lex can actually change. The other arc solidified Jurgens as the worst Zod writer for me, it's the Booster Gold one right before Action 1000. He loves MoS so why the hell does he insist on writing Zod as only being able to scream KNEEL instead of going with the much more nuanced Shannon portrayal? I am a fan of evil family man Zod though, kudos to Jurgens for that. Other big problem is that the Booster Gold arc is all about Gold stopping Supes from going back and changing things because he needs to accept that the past is the past... except when Lois, Jon, and Sam all get killed while Superman is away, then Gold goes back in time and prevents their deaths without any acknowledgement of how hypocritical that is! It's feebly justified by Gold with Supes already giving up so much (which I guess amounts to Gold being ok with time travel changes if the scale is small enough), but come on Jurgens, way to undermine your very own story! Jurgens Lois & Clark mini remains his best post-Triangle Era Superman work imo.

Of the two major crossovers, Super Sons of Tomorrow was awful while Superman Reborn managed the impressive feat of making none of Superman's origins canon (because Johns dragging his feet with Doomsday Clock meant they couldn't recanonize the Legion of Superheroes), but at least Gleason and Mahkne's art was great. Last time Mxy got to play a major role in anything, and I remain amused that Jurgens of all people ended up using Mxy for a similar purpose to what the Superman 2000 crew wanted to do to his era. Man got the last laugh on Morrison, using Mxy to wipe out New 52 Superman until Morrison and PKJ folded some of that era's ideas back in.

By the end Rebirth was in the same spot the New 52 was where I welcomed another change. Some good ideas - namely Jon, Kenan and the Reborn suit (God I miss that suit) - came out of this era and for that I am thankful. But it's not the ideal era for me the way it is for some, and nostalgia has made people forget that it often stumbled in the same way the New 52 did.

[wh3nturtlesfly]

Set Him Free (Chapter 22)

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Relationships: Prinxiety and Logicality

Word Count: 1894

Summary: Roman rushes to save Virgil, though in such a twisted kingdom, Virgil may not be the only one who needs saving

CW: Injury, Poison and it’s effects

Elric greeted Elena as she stepped into the dungeon hall. She smiled, “I see you found it.”

“Yes, your highness.” Elric nodded, holding out a small glass vial, “Just as you requested.”

“Perfect,” The Queen gently grasped the vial, marveling at its searing orange color. Her eyes drifted to the cell at the end of the hall, “Unlock the boy’s cell,” she commanded, “I must have a word with him.”

Elric straightened, “Of course.” He marched to the end of the hall, and Elena followed leisurely behind him.

Almost no light shone within the dungeon, the only slivers of sun emerging from slim windows at the top of each cell. Dark and foreboding, a warning to what happened to those who crossed the Queen.

Her crimson skirts swished behind her as she approached the cell. Elric retrieved a ring of keys from his belt and with a crooked grin, unlocked the cell door.

The creak of the door hinges jarred the thief from where he sat in the corner, and he turned to scowl at Elric before realizing who else stood to his side. Elena savored the fear that consumed his face. It had been so long since she had seen such dread.

“Virgil Rayne,” Elena stated coldly, “I see you are now familiar with the dungeon.”

“Not like I had much of a choice.” Virgil was trying to conceal his terror beneath the sharp words, though Elena saw right through the act. Her fingers wrapped tighter around the glass vial.

“I would abandon the snide remarks if you knew what’s good for you.” The Queen smirked, “After all, we have much to discuss.”

The thief paled slightly, teasing the ends of his sleeves. However, as he met Elena’s gaze he became stone-faced. Virgil concealed each weakness behind a facade of nonchalance, pretending desperately as if the Queen couldn’t see right through him.

She smiled, “You know, now that I think about it, you remind me of someone. Your beliefs, your mannerisms- they’re all just like him.”

Virgil stiffened, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh but you do, I know that for a fact.” Elena circled the thief, her heels clicking dangerously with each step. “That cloak of yours, it's quite useful for hiding things. After the guards confiscated it, I found something quite interesting. Maybe you would even care to explain it to me.”

She pulled a scrap of fabric from her pocket, and Virgil’s eyes grew wide. It was the royal crest, embroidered with the same red and gold that lined the entire kingdom. The same crest that Remus had given him a few days before.

The Queen raised a brow. “So you do recognize it. I knew you had some connection with that young inventor,” she paused, considering, “What was his name again- Janus?”

A flinch as the thief bowed his head.This was all too easy.

“Janus and the kingdom went way back, you know. He used to work here, for my dear Alastor, before he killed him.” The Queen’s expression darkened, “That traitor is the reason my husband is dead.”

Her eyes met Virgil’s, piercing. “I should’ve known he had something to do with this, though now that he’s gone there’s not much I can do, to him that is.” Her nails tapped against the glass vial, “You however bring forth plenty of opportunity.”

Virgil gulped, backing farther into the corner, “Please, I may have known Janus but we aren’t the same.”

“Aren’t you though?” The queen grinned, “I know what your kind is like, what you have done to poison this kingdom.”

“That’s not true- I-”

“Don’t fight me on this. I have powers greater than you’ve ever seen, and you’re going to pay for what Janus and all those like you have done.”

Elena uncorked the vial.

***

Roman’s hands were red from pounding on the door, though he didn’t dare stop. Again and again he called for someone to aid him, yet no one came. They never would. His mother had made sure of it. The sliver of power Roman possesed could do nothing against her reign, but that didn’t mean he would stop trying.

He shouted through the door again, twisting the handle until he was sure the knob would break. All to no avail. He had to find another way out.

Frantically, Roman stepped back from the doorframe, turning to face the open bedroom. He scanned the floor, the dresser, anything. There, left far in the corner, the prince’s satchel caught his eye. Roman rushed to the corner and turned the bag upside down.

Several materials spilled out of the satchel, though none seemed to prove useful. Not until his father’s dagger came clattering to the floor. The silver hilt shone in the late afternoon light, tapering to the sharpened point. Roman clutched the weapon in his hand. His time was quickly running out.

Roman hurried to the door, holding the dagger poised in his hand. He only had a few shots at this. One wrong move, and the weapon would be destroyed, ruining any chance he had of escape.

The prince tried not to think of this as he placed the dagger under the lowest door hinge. With a pop, he pushed the first pin out from the hinge, sending it rattling to the floor. Two left.

He moved on to the second hinge, removing the pin just as easily as the first.

Roman strained to reach the final pin, managing to slide the dagger into place. The pin was stiff, barely shifting as the edge of the dagger pressed against it, though he didn’t stop trying. After a few moments, the third pin dropped to the floor.

He spared no time in his room, shoving the door to the side and making a break for the dungeon. It was pure luck that he ran into Nakita along the way.

The two collided, stumbling to the floor in a daze. Nakita took a few moments to gather her bearings, though when she did, her eyes widened, “Roman?”

The prince glanced up with an equal amount of shock and quickly staggered to his feet, “When did you get back?”

“A few days ago. Y’know, when you disappeared-”

“Right, of course,” Roman blinked, sparing a glance towards the dungeon. His window of time was shrinking. “Nakita, I need you to do a favor for me.”

“What kind of favor?”

“You must find Logan and Patton, get them to the dungeons and don’t listen to anything the other guards say.”

“Roman- what…”

“I don’t have time to explain,” Roman called behind his shoulder, already picking up speed, “Just hurry!”

Nakita knew better than to ignore the prince’s request.

***

Queen Elena held up the vial and the mixture inside seemed to flare in response. Liquid fire, permanently burning. Virgil wondered if the same concoction had caused Janus’ scar. The one Remus claimed was more than a mere invention mishap.

Elena smiled then, a twisted sort of a grin that made Virgil’s blood run cold. He tensed, backing farther into the corner until his back was pressed fully against the wall. It still wasn’t enough. He couldn’t escape if he tried.

“I bet you’re quite curious to know what this can do,” She swirled the vial, fiery orange spraying the glass. It would be beautiful if there wasn’t a whisper of death behind it.

“I’d really rather not.”

“You don’t get to make that choice,” A feline smile, “You’ve made your place in this world clear the moment you decided to take my son.”

Elena paced around the cell, each click of her heels pounding in Virgil’s ears. “Be glad that Roman returned so soon. Now I have someone to blame, and the perfect first test subject.”

Virgil gulped, “What do you mean?”

“So Janus never told you,” Elena raised a brow, “odd, since he was the one to create it.”

She sighed, tipping the vial back and forth eagerly, “You see, our kingdom was quite weak back then, and we needed a source of power if we ever were to get to the top. Fear is the easiest way to do this.”

Realization struck Virgil. The secrets of Elden, capable of destroying entire kingdoms Janus had said. That’s what he had been trying to get Roman to reveal. He was trying to save Elden from its own ruler.

“It took months of experimentation,” Elena continued, “but eventually, your little friend managed to create this.” The liquid glimmered inside its glass prison, begging to be released. “A poison of molten metal, capable of spreading invisibly when distributed throughout any kingdom, and able to burn endlessly when concentrated to one subject. Only Elden has the cure.”

Virgil blanched, “No-”

“We were to release it that night, though Janus ruined everything. He destroyed my poor Alastor, then fled like the traitorous coward he is. Eleven years I’ve waited for this day. Eleven years before I could avenge what you criminals did to my husband.”

“Please, don’t do this,” Virgil didn’t take his gaze from the vial, afraid of what the Queen might do if he even blinked, “Let me prove myself. I promise I’m not to blame.”

“Funny how you think mercy is something you can earn now,” Elena stepped closer.

Virgil tried to run as she thrust her hand forward, though there was nowhere to go. She gripped his tunic in one hand, the poison in the other. It burned with a firing intensity, glowing an orange so bright that Virgil could feel its heat inches away.

“Please,” Virgil pleaded, no longer able to hide his terror. He was shaking like a leaf, unable to even fight back as his hands were still shackled, “Please, I’ll do anything. I promise, I’m not like the others!”

“Liar,” Elena chuckled, then grabbed Virgil’s face and tipped the vial over his mouth.

“No!” A shout came from the end of the corridor, and before Virgil could so much as blink Roman dove in front of the queen. The vial flew through the air, shattering against the wall and onto the prince. Elena screamed.

The reaction was instant. The poison burned through where it had splashed onto Roman’s back, searing the fabric in billowing drifts of smoke. He cried out, doubling over and clawing at the concoction that marred his skin. Everything was red, blazing and glaring.

“No-” Virgil choked, dropping to the prince’s side, “Roman!”

The prince grimaced, clutching at his side as hot tears streaked down his face. The poison still crackled as Roman bit back cries.

“Someone do something!” Elena screamed, rushing to Elric, “Fetch someone you idiot! Hurry!”

The prince’s breathing was ragged, his eyes beginning to dim as Elena rushed to his side. Her son, the one thing she had tried so hard to protect marred by her own actions.

She had failed.

“Roman, dear,” she cried, hands hovering over his shaking form, “I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry- someone is coming, just hang on please-”

“It hurts,” Roman gasped, “Oh God it burns.” He grasped at his side, crying out as the liquid fire continued to eat away at him.

Scorching, scalding. His eyes began to flutter closed, and distantly he heard Virgil call out. Everything was blurred, muffled by his own pain.

Slowly, he felt his eyes slip closed until the screams became distant. Unconscious.

“It hurts,” Roman gasped, “Oh God it burns.” He grasped at his side, crying out as the liquid fire continued to eat away at him.

Scorching, scalding. His eyes began to flutter closed, and distantly he heard Virgil call out. Everything was blurred, muffled by his own pain.

Slowly, he felt his eyes slip closed until the screams became distant. Unconscious.

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How forgiving would you say Silver, Espio and Blaze are?

Hmm... I think they can be both forgiving, but also quite vengeful people. All three of them are characterised by an occasional hot-headed temper (such as Silver in the Rivals games, Blaze in the finale of Rush Adventure, and Espio unironically spouting lines like "Evil must die! Beware my ninja power!") and a strong desire to do what is right and just, and especially villains would therefore get no mercy or forgiveness from them. That being said, I do think that in miscommunications and errors surrounding their friends, they are much more likely to provide forgiveness, especially if it is their fault something went wrong in the first place.

I think Silver would be most forgiving: he's got a heart of gold, and even if he might be stiff and a bit bad at apologising, overall he wants best for everyone else. Blaze likely has learned much about diplomacy while ruling over her kingdom, and thus also knows the value of a good apology. Espio might be hindered a bit by his work for the Chaotix and the fact they need to make ends meet, but when all is said and done you can also count on him to come clean and forgive others. So generally with their friends forgiveness is no issue... but villains and other baddies had best watch out, because these three can be terrifyingly vengeful as well!