#younger tony

[sunnysideprincess]

Had to write a sequel to this from Natasha's POV:

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She doesn't remember when the name appeared around her wrist. Red and gold. Too bright. Too visible. Colors that could be spotted from miles away, Melina had told her. But then none of it mattered anymore. Not when Maria Stark found her years later, listening to Bach in front of a lonely music shop. Her belly swollen and eyes pinched with worry for a homeless child dripping blood and bits of flesh on the tarmac.

She thinks it was instinct that told Maria to take her home that night. And despite Howard's sullen nitpicking on the matter, he would never deny his wife the simple joys of braiding bright red hair into intricate, elegant buns while Natasha read Russian poetry to the unborn child.

Over the years, Maria taught her kindness, Howard taught her how to handle business and Peggy Carter taught her espionage. And later, when she ran into a sad looking war veteran dripping water and rum on her mother's carpet, he had taught her how to use her fists to fight preys twice her size.

Looking at Steve now, she reminisces about the man grieving the loss of his wife, his sudden discharge and a scorned friend. She recalls him finding catharsis in the darkest parts of hell that roamed their streets and Natasha joining him after a stray bullet erased Maria Stark's touch from this world.

Howard had no qualms about putting guns in their hands, grenades into their pockets and bullets on the table. Of all his flaws, he had loved his wife.

But Tony-Tony had been a different kind. Natasha was adopted. And Howard was bathing in blood and riches before he met his wife. They knew Maria's kindness and her sweetness. They knew Maria did not belong with their lot. Tony didn't either.

Didn't stop him from trying though. And god as witness, Natasha knew her brother could be vicious when the world demanded him to be. But- "He wears his heart on his sleeves," Howard had said once and she agrees.

He was his mother's son, through and through.

The last bit of Maria left in this world. A part of the woman who saved Natasha. A part of the woman who loved a Red Room reject.

He's a boy, just a boy who Natalia Alianova Romanov Stark has pledged to protect.

And someone tried to carve a hole in his skin. Someone tried to take her brother's heart.

Someone was going to die for that.

The sound of her stilettos alerts her audience. Steve nods at her, eyes hard and alert all at once. Tony blinks slowly, having a hard time catching up to his surroundings due to the drugs. The bandages around his chest are new. Bruce took care of it himself. She'll remember to be grateful when she allows herself to feel anything other than rage and melancholy.

"I found a guy," she tells Steve and watches him go still with his fingers still tangled in her brother's hair.

"An informant?"

"A sellout."

The Captain nods and lets go of Tony with a final caress.

"When do we leave?"

"Now."

Tony opens his mouth, eyes a little wild when he looks at Natasha. She already knows what's he going to say.

"Nat, Nat-"

"Be home soon, Tones."

Steve ducks out of the room, busy with the trusted glock, eyes averted towards the door like he's guarding it. Guarding them.

"DON'T -Don't go. Don't go, please."

"I have to, Tony. We need to know where this ends."

"And what if you..." He stutters and stops, eyes growing heavy and misty. He looks small, smaller with his head held low and shoulders hunched as if burdened by a greater pain. It hurts when all Maria ever taught them both was to keep their head held high.

"You're all that's left of-" He reaches out, choking on the words and it's years upon years of instict that makes her limbs thaw.

"You're all I've got."

He trembles in her hold, hiccups and sobs. Silent. So silent in his grief after three weeks of torture and a chest wound that hinders his breathing.

Natasha is meant to reassure him. The little boy wonder who came to Nat about his first tattoo, his first piercing, his first kiss.

She is meant to remind him of her presence in his life.

But in this moment, when her mark burns, all she thinks about is Steve. His hungry eyes never leaving Tony alone. How they were both draped around each other moments ago. She thinks about her team. About Bruce patching the wounds of this golden Prince even though he isn't that kind of doctor. About Sam cooking soup for the anemic in their midst. About Clint reaching out to his shadiest contacts. And Thor reaching out to his estranged brother.

She thinks about this broken, extended family she has grown to love and work with and smiles, only a little.

"I won't be once we're done with this."

[roundglassesfics]

Back to fic ideas that are living in my head rent free 

I still didn’t decide if this is after Ultron or Civil War but sometime where Tony is not being treated well by the Avengers, while in a mission to a Hydra base Tony is hit with a beam and the Avengers Think he died and move on with their lives (could show what happened in a chapter or one-shot), but really Tony is actually transported to a different universe to a HYDRA/SHIELD base where they think they have a chance with having this new Tony Stark in their hands, and start the process of regressing him and turning him into an Omega with the side plan to kill the current Tony Stark and put this one in his place after brainwashing of course, and “Exposing” Tony as an Omega and taking control of his Money and the Avengers this way all being SHIELD’s back and with SHIELD’s support (WSC think that this way they can control Tony Stark).

While regressing (for easer brain washing) Tony and starting on turning him into an Omega the Villain Iron Man attacks SHIELD and sees the younger him (Thinking around 5/6 years old in body) there in one of the laps so he stages a blow up and takes his younger self back with him with all the files to see what the deal is now, making everyone who knew about this project think that the subject was dead.

Tony starts reading the files and the more he reads from the files the more he gets angry and hating SHIELD even more (Stark here doesn’t know that HYDRA is there yet, he just hates SHIELD and doesn’t trust them At. All.).

At his secret hideout (a secret lab at the Tower) he wakes Tony up and from there things get weird for both of them, a bonding process starts that usually happens between parent and child, apparently Stark being an Alpha and Tony being an Omega kick started a bonding between them being so biologically similar but different enough for the bonding to take.

Stuck together and not being able to leave until Tony stops shaking and needing physical contact and Stark stops needing Tony to always be near they start to get to know about each other and the geeking out about the alternate universe theory, and from there Tony learns that what happened to him was because of SHIELD/HYDRA, because hay SHIELD knew what they were doing to him, and were okay with it.

After planning and scheming they decided to introduce Tony as Stark’s Son from a previous relationship (one before the one he has now with Bruce Banner (the only one in the Avengers who knows Tony Stark is the villain Iron Man)), where the mother had him and didn’t tell Stark about it till she died, she was an Italian Model who quit modeling and went to live in a rural village in Italy and just died leaving Anton to be in his father’s care.

From there Stark tells Bruce to come and bond with his new ‘son’, and hide it enough for Natasha to find out and outs him to the Avengers, an interdiction is made for ‘Anton’ the Italian little omega child of Tony Stark, giving Tony the excuse of not understanding this new universe and its costumes, at first Anton wanted to immediately start helping Stark but a rule was made that he won’t help Iron Man in missions until he learns about this universe and how to act like he was from it before doing any helping.

At first the I’d like the fic to be more about getting used to the idea of being an omega and living like one (from dressing to how to act around other people and how to tell what they are from smell alone), getting used to being a child again with a surprisingly an over protective Stark as father and kind and loving Bruce as mother.

Then after getting used to living there and being an omega he starts helping in Iron Man missions dismantling SHIELD/HYDRA, and father Alpha Tony gets help from little omega Tony ‘Anton’ as his alibi, even going to so far as to make Iron Man appear in times where Tony Stark is out in public so that there is no one doubting that Tony Stark and Iron Man and two different people.

…

Kinda love the idea that Omega’s here have more feminine clothing, and also seeing that the story is Anton came from a small village from Italy he would have a different style of clothing at the beginning that moves to be more American style, could even have a little rule for omegas to always wear hats when out in public, just some ideas where Tony having to get used to many different changes happening and him adapting and getting used to them, and thriving in them.

+ Love the idea that alpha Tony wakes FRYDAY to be with Anton and helping him around, even maybe helping him style and choose his clothing, and the excuse they use for giving a child an AI is that at the beginning Anton doesn’t speak English and only speaks Italian, and from there Anton gets to have JARVIS and FRYDAY which is like a dream to him because he lost JARVIS in his universe.

+Also Omega love Soft things here and Anton gets to have the softest clothes, bedding, towels, etc.

+ Anton is living the time of his life having the childhood he didn’t get to have with great parents in Tony and Bruce, even if Anton and Tony bond over fucking SHIELD/HYDRA over.

[tomatoart]

Think abt it…? well I did☝️🤓

[tomlhardy]

The hardest thing about being famous is that people are always nice to you. You're in a conversation and everybody's agreeing with what you're saying - even if you say something totally crazy. You need people who can tell you what you don't want to hear. - Alfredo James Pacino

[cardiacass]

2/2 doctors duties

Part 1

[hauntedandmurdered]

Brian Cox was the first one to play the character Hannibal Lecter.

Mads Mikkelsen was the one to play him last.

Anthony Hopkins is the one who owns the role forever.

[yandere-wishes]

I wonder if those old men would fear that you dumping them for a younger better looking man 🧐🧐

Like I don’t see HIM as marriage material or a serious partner at all… would he take that personally pftttt

-💙

I feel like it'd depend on the guy honestly. Like if they're rich or overly confident then I'd say, No not really. But any other old guy than yes!! I think it's the same psychology as girls being scared of being dumped for a younger girl.

Again depends on the guy. Some older guys would probably be happy with a "friends w/benefits" arrangement lol. But since this is a yandere blog and since yandere wishes are my specialty. I'd have to say he wouldn't care at first. Or rather he thinks he doesn't care until the actual threat of you leaving arises. Then his more possessive side comes out. Sure he'd never actually settle down or stop being a massive jerk/perv but he is more vocal about you only belonging to him and intends to keep you at his side by any means necessary.

Okay, but all of this has me pondering something else…

does being with you (the younger women) amplify their fear of death? You remind him so much of his youth. Remind him of pleasant times he'll never get back. You're a constant reminder of just how old he really is. And in all honestly he's petrified of you.

Why do you resemble a cherry-pink coffin? A glittery tombstone/gravestone?

But that also means that he wants to keep you around. His pride won't let him lose you to some 'younger guy'. He needs you, you're simultaneously his fountain of youth and his grim reaper. Maybe in hindsight, he's become addicted to how young you make him feel.

Just some food for thought

[i-dont-want-your-hysteria]

[raineydays411]

My Father's Daughter

Part 6

Tony Stark x daughter! Reader

Hey guys! So I know it's been like nine thousand years since I updated, but I honestly didn't have the motivation till now. Im sorry if this kinda sucks but I'm still getting back into the groove of things.

From the moment you arrived at the Wayne Manor, you knew you were going to be miserable.

First of all, it was incredibly different from the technological paradise you called home. This was a gothic, old fashioned manor, you don't even know if your Bluetooth would work out here.

Secondly, this manor is full of people who you would rather not have any interactions with. Including , but not limited to : your mother, who abandoned you, her husband, who she abandoned you for, her son who she abandoned you for, and so on and so forth.

And finally, if you have to deal with these stuck up, stand offish, gloomy ass kids your mother adopted for a second longer you are going to--

"Y/n?"

A voice snaps you out of your thoughts and back into the giant living area, seeing multiple pair of eyes staring at you. Mixed with concern, annoyance, and amusement.

You turn your attention to Bruce, " I'm sorry can you repeat that?"

You hear a snicker coming from one of the three million kids, whos name you really cannot be bothered in learning.

Bruce sighs and repeats goes to repeat his words, " I said, I know that this must be a change for you. And although your mother and I are ecstatic that you're here, we understand that it will take you a while to be comfortable. So when you're ready....blah blah bla"

You start to tune him out again, retreating back into your brain. Really, these long winded speeches are really annoying, especially when it could be cut short.

That's when you hear a "Tsk".

"Honestly Father, I don't understand why you waste your breath. She obviously has a hard time comprehending even the simplest of concepts."

"Damian!"

oooh you're gonna end up killing that kid.

"Keep talking like that shrimp and you'll have to comprehend my foot up your--"

"Y/n!"

Bruce shouts with an exhausted look on his face, you and Damian have been exchanging sly remarks ever since you got here....about five hours ago. Christine decided to take the rest of the kids with her grocery shopping for a special dinner for you, leaving behind only Damian and Cassie.

They really were not fond of the idea that you were biologically their mothers.

"Damian, Y/n is part of our family and you shall treat her as such. This is no different than the other times we brought in someone new to our family."

"Well I can name a few differences" You mutter, looking down as Bruce shoots you another exhausted look.

You really do feel bad for the guy. Despite everything he has been rather nice to you, and you bet his whole world has been turned upside down, once again. He's really taking this extra marital child thing with stride. Although you guess being who he is he has to be ready for the inconceivable.

Before you can say anything else however, the front door opened revealing Christine and her hoard of children. And it's like a circus suddenly burst through the door. All of them yelling at, to, and over each other. It honestly was annoying to hear. You never really interacted with other people your age. Sure there was Peter but he actually was younger than you, and when you were in the Tower was quiet. You really were going from only child to a house full of children.

"Y/n!" Christine says rather loudly, " Oh I was hoping to make it back before you go here. I guess grocery shopping to a bit loner than I expected." She giggles.

"I've been here for about five hours." You deadpan.

You catch the glare Damian shoots you as the energy in the room dims down. The rest of the kids give each other awkward glances, not really daring to say anything.

That is until Dick decides to speak up wrapping an arm around Christine.

"Well, Y/n I hope you're hungry! Cause I know Mom has a special dinner prepared for you." He smiles, "She makes it every time someone knew joins our family."

You don't know why but his overly joyous tone really gets on your nerves.

"Is it roast beef with mash potato's and garlic bread?" You ask innocently watching almost everyone in the room react in shock.

"Um, how did you know that" Dick asks hesitantly.

"Yeah every time mother dearest over here came to visit me at the tower that was her "special meal"' you say " A special meal to show just how much she missed me."

Now the room was tense.

Christine's face dropped, realizing that if she wanted to get closer to you, she can't use the same tactics she used on her other kids. So instead of saying anything outright, she takes a deep breath to regain her composer. The she smiles again

"You have a good memory Petal. How about to come help me in the kitchen?"

The children gasp, as long as they lived in they mansion, they knew to never step foot into their mothers kitchen. It was her way of decompressing, if she was a captain, that was her ship and she sailed alone. The only one allowed to go into the kitchen while she was cooking was Alfred. And that's cause no one could say no to Alfred. And because everyone was scared of him.

Needless to say, this request struck jealousy their hearts.

Dick, Jason, and Tim all were able to somewhat put it aside, understanding the situation behind the request. But Damian... he refused to see anything other than him being replaced. That was his mother, his home, his family. He doesn't understand how one girl could come in and ruin it.

And even worse, you turned it down.

"Yeah, I'm no Betty Crocker. Sorry" You say, " Is there anyway I can get settled in my room?"

Everyone looks at each other, speaking with their eyes. But before anyone could speak Alfred came to your rescue.

"It seems Ms. Stark is rather tired from her trip, I shall show her to her room. I'm sure she'd like to freshen up before dinner."

You sigh in relief, glad he took the attention off you even if it was for just a second. You were getting frustrated with the way they were looking at you. It seems that this will be a common theme while you live here.

You quickly gather your things before anyone says anything, shrugging off Dick before he's able to help you with your luggage. Then balancing everything, you march forward with a,

"Lead the way Riff-Raff"

And ignoring the confused look from Alfred and glares from Damian as you pass by. You hold your head up high, despite the looks and judgement.

Once again feeling like an outsider in a place you are forced to call home.

[sketchymangos]

they're so weird i love them so much and i love halloween and silly costumes and fnaf and and

some doodlezzz ☟

[thebunnednun]

LA!Buggy the Clown x Fem!Reader Enchanted meeting Part 2

Clown fuckers of the world unite!

Part 1

Chapter 2 my loves! I forgot to mention this in my last post but please comment your thoughts! I want to see what you all found humorous and what you’d like to see more of. If there are any tags I missed feel free to comment on them! :3 <3 Btw, the reader almost kisses the clown. ON WITH THE SHOW! 

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“I can’t fucking believe you convinced us to do this.”

Zoro was being a drama mama in the corner of the massive tent you built. Who knew that a 120-berry tent would come in handy? After a little bit of sweet talking you managed to convince some of the entertainers to sell you a tent the Russian circus could be proud of.

Everyone was able to fit inside and even used the piles of salvageable goods for makeshift walls. Zoro had gotten ready in a black fitted vest and some casual grey slacks. You were applying some smoky black eyeliner and purple eye shadow with a light hand. “Sanji finally got Usopp to stop crying. I don’t think it’s healthy for him to be here right now. I mean he finally put down that piece of wood.” This ship was more than a vessel, it was your home. Where Sanji cooked meals, and everyone took their place beside each other. 

“Yeah, well, it would boost morale. Let’s try to put on a brave face for the others tonight." Your offer of reason just made him sigh, "Fine. But then back to reality." You roll your eyes and shoot him a smile. You knew Zoro was just being a butthead. Exiting your “room” together allowed you to bump into Robin and Chopper. “Looking cuter than usual, papa.” Chopper basked in the compliments and gave you a twirl. He found a big red bowtie and some matching blue shorts.

Robin was wearing a royal blue jacket that resembled a ringmaster's coat. She offered a warm but tired smile. “Where’s Usopp?” “Right here my sweets!~” Sanji emerged with a red-eyed Pinocchio. Sanji was dressed in simple black and blue attire while Usopp managed to find something of a forest green. You yourself decided on a vampy look. A black dress with red mesh for sleeves and a pair of deep red chunky heels. Who gives a shit about practically when you look sexy? 

Luffy emerged scratching his rear with Nami swatting his hand away. He was in his usual chances but was convinced to put on a normal T-shirt with a star design. Nami looked like a magician's assistant with a similar smoky black vest and plum skirt combo that complimented her figure nicely. Brooks looked as though he was auditioning for the part of a lion with how voluminous his fro was looking. 

You nodded at each other and he spoke, “I’d say we clean up rather nicely for having just been shipwrecked.” It was good to see him returning to his elegant self. “Of course, we can’t just parade around as is. So.. I brought masks!” You gleamed while holding up a shopping bag. A mix of groans and snickering.

Everyone took a mask that hid their face completely or partly. To be fair, it would be easy to spot the Straw Hat crew even without the literal skeleton following around. Seeing the sun begin to dip you all decided to get going before night. On the way everyone soon fell into pleasant conversation while following you and Zoro. 

“Okay, first we eat! Then, we can play games.” Luffy cheered while running to the outdoor food court. Zoro (finally smiling) rolled his eyes and chuckled,” I’ll go with him and make sure he doesn’t eat the stall itself.” Robin took Chopper to the bounce house while Sanji’s interest was captured by a woman in a red leotard. Usopp was looking around some of the merchant stalls and you were happy to trail behind Brooks as he began to try his bones at ring toss. 

The night was a serene affair with warm, salty air, and a gentle breeze that stirred the surrounding foliage. Sitting on a bench overlooking the vast expanse of the ocean, you felt a sense of happiness and contentment. As you looked around, you noticed that the darkness of the area was a bit creepy, but the beauty of the surroundings made up for it. Your friends had survived a shipwreck and were now enjoying the town's festival, but you had no idea what it was about.

Looking over the crowd, you saw many people, including children, wearing masks of all shapes and sizes. As the newest member of the group, you didn't even have a wanted poster yet. Since you always hid your face, there was no point in wearing a mask, right? 

Just as you were about to remove your sweaty mask, you heard deep chuckling, sounds of thunder, and children screaming. The mixture of sounds was strange and unnerving, and you felt a sense of curiosity rising within you. Turning away from the ocean, you followed the sounds and found yourself making your way towards the fun house.

Children began to pour through the back doors of the fun house as you did your best not to bump into anyone. Coincidentally, Brooks and Usopp had the same idea. “AHH Y/N DON’T DO THAT!” Usopp shrieked, jumping into Brooks' bony arms and immediately falling. The surrounding children found this amusing. “It’s not MY fault if you’re so jumpy.” You dusted off your heels and looked around. Things seem to be calmer now but something about the house seemed…. Off.

Brooks seemed to sense your discomfort. “Maybe the lady would prefer if we left this area? We could still catch up to the captain and grab some tea before the show.” You shook your head, ”Nah, I’ll be okay. Let’s go in together though. There’s something strange about this house.” 

Taking one last look at the outside the three of you stumble into the “fun” house. ‘Fun house my ass,’ you thought while trying to regain your footing. As your eyes adjusted to the darkness you realized it was indeed an old house. However, it was decorated more to the liking of some 1860s vampires. There was the faint smell of mothballs.

“This looks more like a horror house,” Usopp quipped and began touching the walls. Brooks was silent looking at a skeletal dummy in the corner. You placed a hand on his scapula,” Yeah buddy, try not to think about it too much.” Slowly you all made your way into a corridor that split into different hallways. “Do we split or stay together?” You wondered out loud. 

“Ya don’t get a choice, sweetheart.” A gruff voice answered. 

Suddenly the floor gave out from under your doormat, “Y/N!!” the unusual duo screamed with hands outstretched. You slide under the floor, barely missing their fingertips. A metal slide was delivering you somewhere but there could only be a basement under the house, right? Seeing a neon light at the end of the circular tunnel you stopped yourself before falling out completely. You placed a hand out to feel some surface before slipping and dropping onto a concrete floor.

“Fuck,” this was harder than the sandy landing you were blessed with earlier. After regaining your breathing and sitting up your eye finally adjusted and noticed that the neon light was actually multiple lights. Surrounding you was a maze of silly mirrors that distorted your image completely. “No wonder those kids got out. But NOOO I just had to bring Scooby and the gang in here!” You rubbed your sore ass before dusting off. Thankfully, your heels weren’t broken and you didn’t feel any bumps on your head. 

But, getting outta this one was going to take some skill. You notice that the wood surface you felt was another trapdoor that spits you out. However, it was already closed, and no telling when it would open again. Your only option would be to try the maze and do your best. Sighing you pulled out a little tube of red lipstick from your cleavage. Better to Hansel and Gretel your way out than be lost the whole night. That was if you made it out at all. ‘Don’t be ridiculous. The staff has to do a sweep and my friends wouldn’t leave without me anyway.’

The thoughts you offered yourself held comfort. But you’d be lying if you didn’t feel scared. Particularly, it felt as if someone was watching you. Looking around the room and doing a little head shake you strolled up to one of the mirrors and fixed yourself before uncapping the deep red lipstick and touching up your lips.

However, your gaze wandered and you could see something watching you from behind another mirror. “Ah!” you turned around suddenly with your back against the cold glass. Nothing, of course, was there. Simply a figure of your imagination. 

But, you knew something was there. And you began to mark each mirror with an angry red slash. Looking over your shoulder gave you little security. 

Wait….

Great, now you were hearing things. Because you could’ve sworn you heard a faint,” Yo ho,” and the sound of men's boots following you. “I need to get the fuck outta here.” Step, step, step, step, silence. What was the voice you heard before you fell? It was too deep to be Usopp but also not mature enough to be Brooks. Maybe someone over a monitor was watching you guys? Finally, with mercy, you reached a door that led to a staircase. Taking small quiet steps you held your breath and felt relief when you heard no sounds behind you. 

Just as you were about to reach the door it was flung open and strong cold hands grabbed you. “Y/N!!!” You felt a familiar long nose and afro in your face crushing you into a tight hug. Your sweet goofballs have found you! Returning the hug with much vigor you breathed a sigh of relief. “Now don’t you ever disappear through the floor again!” Brooks scolded, waving his arms widely. You let out a soft giggle and he couldn’t help but let the anger melt away. “I can’t promise anything. But what happened to you guys?” Usopp began to spin a wild tale about fighting off monsters and being the one to locate you. “There is Pinocchio ass goes again,” mumbled Brooks rolling his sockets. You could see why those kids were scared. But something deep down inside told you that it wasn’t because of the mirrors. “Let’s get outta here already. I’m sure the others are looking for us.” 

The trio made their way to the food court where Luffy was arguing the advertised size of a Jumbo Philly cheesesteak hotdog with an embarrassed Nami and Zoro patting his stomach. Robin was enjoying some warm tea in a travel mug and Chopper had gotten you a big soft pretzel. “Nice job papas,” you mused and rubbed his head affectionately. Sanji strolled up (having just been banned from the kissing booth) and handed Nami a cake plushie. “Something sweet for someone sweet~” She rolled her eyes but accepted the plush peace offering. You tried to shake off the past events but could see Brooks whispering to Luffy and Zoro. 

They looked at each other and continued to talk in hushed whispers. 

Looking around you realized the booths seemed to be… Deserted. There was no life in them anymore. “I think it’s time for the show. Let’s get going.” Zoro took the lead and everyone gathered their goods. He bumped his hip with yours slightly and you looked up from your pretzel. The green bean haired male raised a single eyebrow at you and you shrugged looking ahead. It’s not like you actually got trapped down there. It was just.. nothing. “It was nothing,” your explanation is accepted, for now, as the Green giant hummed in response. You decided to hang back a little and joined hands with Robin and Nami. Chopper got to ride on Usopp's shoulders for the sake of time. 

Arriving at the big top you all paid 4 bounty a ticket. It was a little dark when you first stepped in. Looking around you decided to take hold of Zoro's arm for a little help walking. Luffy whipped out a wad of cotton candy and you traded half your pretzel for it. A hum of excited children and families surrounded you all as everyone took their seats in the middle of the stands. 

Suddenly, the spotlight came on and a huge puff of smoke developed inside the ring. Whipping your eyes, you found yourself staring at all the performers. You even saw the lion from earlier! Searching for the man that gave you the flier your eyes tried capturing everyone from the sea of entertainers. Acrobats, jugglers, contortionists, and… a single clown?

His eyes were closed but he stood in the center of all the chaos. Around you, children and parents lost their minds cheering, clapping, and waving to all the performers. 

Finally, the clown opened his eyes. He wore a ringmaster's coat, nothing like Robins, and sported a blood-orange pirate hat. Two blue ‘ribbons’ (you guessed) hung from either side of his hat. The boots he wore didn’t look like performance shoes either. And the makeup he wore didn’t look like a typical clown. He had painted his mouth into a permanent blood-red smile. And then you noticed his nose. It looked as though he tapped a rather large orange to his face.

Wait. Did you just see the nostrils twitch as he breathed?

“Huh, that’s pretty strange-” “BINKY?!” Luffy shouted prompting Nami to immediately slap her hand over his loud mouth. “SHHHH!” she hissed into his ear. But she herself looked slightly worried.

The clown man immediately seemed to shift his focus on the group ahead of him. Zoro was now sitting tensely and at attention. “Psst, whose Binky?” you whispered. “Tell you later. Right now, we all need to leave this circus.” Your brow furrowed. Leave? Over a pirate clown?

“There’s no way we could get up without him seeing us,” said Usopp, putting a hand on your shoulder. You could tell his energy was off. “I knew I remembered that voice from somewhere.” Luffy’s smile deepened into a frown. Everyone was acting so fucking weird. You were about to voice your concerns when a familiar voice cut you off-

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, children of all ages, thank you, truly. It will be my personal pleasure to entertain you all this evening.~”

The clown had now stepped closer to your group. Zoro tugged your sleave but you couldn't help take your eyes off the flashy clown before you.

“Oh…”

You caught yourself about to speak but quickly bit your lips together. Not to be dramatic, but his eyes were a really fucking pretty shade of green. The blue tones around his eyes complimented them so well. You didn’t hear much of what he said, only noticing when he waved his hands at the other performers who either disappeared or got into place. 

Zoro couldn’t help but spare you a glance. “Y/n, are you seriously checking out the clown?!” He grunted through closed teeth. Quickly, you shook your head no and looked around that stadium. Luffy was still frowning. Nami was holding onto his arm and you could see Robin pull Chopper into her lap with Sanji putting a protective face on. “Damn, clown,” was all you heard from the seats next to you.

Placing your hand over Usopps, you try to offer him some comfort by running your thumb over his hand. The first act was a simple trapeze act with the performers mixing it up at the end by juggling and riding a unicycle out. Then there was the lion and sheep man but the routine wasn’t comedic. However, you couldn’t stop sweeping over the crowd looking for that green-eyed clown. 

And from the looks of things he had no problem finding you.

“Mmm,” you let go of your ruby lips to see him transfixed on your face, head tilted. Almost like he was studying you. You quickly looked away from the act and touched your cheek. Wait, Fuck. You must have dropped your mask in the funhouse when you fell. Looking out the corner of your side, you could still see him staring at you curiously. You decided to close your eyes and try to land back on earth.

‘Everything is going to be okay. I’m safe right here and Zoro will tell me what happened when we get back to the ship.’ The reasoning was stopped when you heard loud screams.

“OH MY GOD!”

A mother (presumably) had cried out along with many other children.

Opening your eyes, you saw the clown's body standing perfectly still as the lion’s face made a puffy expression.

“HE ATE HIS HEAD! HE ATE HIS HEAD!”

Regrettably, you couldn’t stop the, “Oh Shit!” that came out of your mouth causing you to gain a few harsh glares from the parents around. Unconsciously rising to your feet, you leaned in closer to see the damage done. “Where’s his blood?” A few children began to cry a disembodied voice could be heard from the lion.

The sheepman ran over, opened the lion's jaws, and the clown's body walked over and plopped his head back on like nothing happened. The stands fell silent once more before more cheering and screams EXPLODED from the people around you.

“Y/n sit down.”

Oops, forgot you were still standing.

The clown seemed to be drinking in all the attention and flashed an admittedly sexy smile. He raised his arms over his head and a hush fell over the people. “Thank you all for your attention. Now for this next act, I need a volunteer please.” If you weren’t interested before you sure were now, even if you didn’t raise your hand. Zoro, clearly annoyed began to tug at your hand, “Y/n sit-”

“Would the young lady with the cherry red lips please step forward?”

You were blinded once more by the other spotlight as you held your hands up to protect your vision. The light dimmed a bit and you could see everyone, staring at you expectantly, excluding your crew mates.

They were busy staring at the clown in front of you with an outstretched hand. Taking his cue, he shot you a wink and urged you forward. If only your feet would cooperate.

“Don’t be shy now. I don’t bite~” he teased while flashing his teeth. You’d be lying if you said that didn’t do something for you. Not to mention there was this little heartbeat down there that started-

“Aww, maybe she’s shy. Everyone! Let’s give this young lady a round of applause!”

He raised his arms once again and began to clap along with everyone. A single gloved hand shot out towards you urging you to take its hold. Softly pressing your smaller hand into it you were then gently tugged forward towards the ring. 

However, you couldn’t feel your legs and as you stepped forward your heels betrayed you again, leading you to tumble down the stands into the arms of the clown before you with your lips-”

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And that wraps up chapter two, my loves!!

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[pjharvey]

before we broke up when my ex bf was straight up like im embarrassed to be seen with you in public bc of how much younger you are than me i feel like people stare ok and who chose to date a 22 year old instead of a woman his own age 🤨

[katsdump]

what isabel larosa said

[sailing-ever-west]

it's not really what happens in canon as far as I can tell but I'm rotating the idea that when Chopper joins the crew and starts desperately people-pleasing and allowing himself to suffer thinking that's what it takes to be accepted and loved, something in Sanji goes "O h ." and he starts making an effort to show Chopper very clearly that the love from this crew is not conditional. and maybe a little bit (a lot), he's saying it all to make himself believe it, too.

[sunnysideprincess]

They bring in a boy. And Steve doesn't need anyone to tell him that it's Howard's boy. Sweat soaked brown curls flopping on his forehead, bruised lips and nose running blood. It's the eyes that give him away. He remembers seeing those eyes in the mansion. Wide. Inquisitive. And oh so alluring on a face meant to be painted with lust.

Natasha sits him on the bar counter, infinitely gentle even in her rage. The rest of the team stands by, all of them sentient watchers as she fixes him little by little, taking her time with every little scrape and tender bruising. Nobody asks any question. Nobody voices an order.

Steve is the Captain. They all look up to him. But they also know not to deny Natasha Romanoff her due. And they know to hold their breath when she stands up, sways and turns to the Avengers, eyes unblinking and limbs shaking with unspent energy.

They stand vigilant for the Black Widow and her silent rage, awaiting her call. And it's when she smiles, cold and unforgiving; when she tells them ", they hurt my brother"; when she makes her demand "I want them dead"—it's then they move. It's then Steve looks at the boy again. Those doe-eyes wide in shock. His lips parted in a whispered gasp and hands that clutch an empty beer bottle to his chest.

It's then he gets it-why Natasha's name weaves around his wrist, inked in red and gold but never igniting anything beyond the simple need for solidarity.

It's then he gets it.

There's nothing Steve wouldn't do to keep this boy safe. And the other half of his soul agrees.

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[sprimps]

(the eyes, chico, they never lie)