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drmaddict · 7 months

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Her Wolf

Summary: (Y/n) and Jason are a couple in secret. Everything is perfect. But (Y/n)s brother Eddie had to find out sometime.

Word count: 1.678

How the two had come together was easy to answer.

Jason and (Y/n) had bumped into each other absolutely drunk at a party. Before (Y/n) knew it, she was in an empty bedroom with Jason over her and she was having the best night of her life. Jason was no saint by God. He had taken her like a wild animal and she had surrendered to it all too willingly.

In fact, it should have stayed that way. Jason Carver and (y/n) Munson. It wasn't going to work out anyway.

It's just that it didn't stay that way.

(Y/n) held back, though she couldn't get that night out of her mind. Secretly, she watched him. Tried to sense the beast that was hidden deep within this golden boy.

She didn't see it again until it pulled her into a cubbyhole. He was the wolf and she was Little Red Riding Hood.

Their meetings happend more often.

And if it had remained that way. If they met only because of Sex and lust, both would have understood it.

But at some point, the nature of the relationship changed. At some point, they went out to have coffee in a larger city. At some point, the wolf pulled his Little Red Riding Hood into the closet just to kiss her, suck in her scent, and be wished good luck for the game.

At some point, they slipped notes to each other. At some point, she was in his arms in the back seat of his Jeep, enjoying the warmth of togetherness.

It remained a secret. They both wanted it. What they had was untainted by the outside world. It was supposed to stay that way. But unfortunately, everything had an end at some point.

(Y/n) was lying on the sofa in the trailer. Wayne was at work and Eddie would be busy enough with Hellfire for a long time.

Jason, her wolf, was lying over her. He wasn't kissing her neck. He was biting it. She wasn't holding onto his back. She was scratching him open.

Pleasurable and hard, they gave themselves over to lust. Bathed in sin. Let themselves be devoured and devoured each other.

Jason's skillful didacticism was long gone. He moaned. He grunted. He growled.

She came. Tightened around him, draining even the last of his humanity.

Hard and rough, he bit the crook of her neck. Growled possessively and poured himself inside her.

Breathing heavily, they lay there. Slowly he withdrew his teeth and carefully kissed the bruised area. The imprint was deep. A whimper escaped him. Immediately he felt gentle fingers running through his hair. He pulled her protectively against him. Neither of them said anything.

She let him hold her. He let himself be caressed.

Jason firmly believed that he was wrong. That he shouldn't feel this way. Beating someone in a fight was one thing, but taking a woman so.... To take her so animalistically. He was no better than an animal, no matter how hard he tried to pull himself together in the rest of his life. No matter how perfect he tried to be. In the end, he was just an animal. But (Y/n) accept the animal. Her wolf, she called it. She took him as he was. Full of flaws. His little angel.

It was one of those days when it was hard for him to form words after the act. (Y/n) put him back together again. Gently and sweetly.

"Are you okay?" she asked softly.

Jason nodded, still shaken. "Yes." he whispered back. His voice was hoarse and still a little too low. "I'm sorry." He gently stroked the bite marks. He looked up into her smiling face. She shook her head. "I like it."

He grinned with tired eyes. "Freak." He said it with affection, not hate.

She nudged him in the shoulder with an equal grin. "Says the right guy."

"We should shower," she suggested, but he immediately wrapped his arms tighter around her.

"Not yet." He buried his face against the crook of her neck and took a deep breath. "How long do we have?"

"I don't know. These games can last hours."

And normaly (Y/n) would have been right about that. Except in normal circumstances, Dustin didn't fell over because of an allergic shock.

Jason was just scraping back together the last of his humanity, listening to (Y/n)s hum when a dull bang sounded. Jason turned around in surprise. (Y/n) immediately frantically pulled the small wool blanket over them.

Standing in front of them was a dim-witted Eddie Munson. His metal box lay forgotten beside him.

No one said anything until Eddie snapped out of his stupor. "You son of a-"

He had not been able to taken a step toward them, when (Y/n) stood up, the blanket wrapped around her.

"Take it easy." she determined.

"He - You... What?"

She turned him by the shoulder and pushed him toward the front door. "I'll get dressed now, and you practice how to speek."

With that, she slammed the front door and turned to Jason. He was still staring at her in shock.

"Jason?" she asked, when she realized he was lying there stiff as a board. He was shaking slightly.

"Jason. It's all right. He's not going to do anything."

Jason shook his head. He buried his face in his hands. "He'll tell everyone," he said, upset.

She stroked his silky strands. "Would it be so bad?"

He took a deep breath. "They'll be all over you. The rumors will get worse and worse, and eventually you'll leave me."

"Jason. Jason look at me." The blue eyes looked up at her sadly. "I'm not leaving because of any rumors or high school jokes." She took his face in her hands. "But your reputation might-"

He shook his head. "It's not real anyway." He stroked her neck. "Look at what I always do to you."

She sighed. "Let's get dressed and then I'll beat him into keeping his mouth shut." She kissed him on the forehead. Jason nodded and fished his gym pants off the floor.

(Y/n) came back in a shirt and shorts and yanked open the door. Immediately Eddie came into the room. "I'm against this! This stops right now!" he shouted and ran into the trailer like a startled chicken.

"Self-determination is not happening here?" asked (Y/n) sarcastically.

"No! You're my little sister!"

She slapped her hand to her forehead. "Eddie!" she ripened, annoyed.

"If you're just playing with her to-"

"Get a grip, Freak." Jason immediately spat.

"I've got better things to do, than pick girls based solely on how much it bothers you."

Eddie looked at him venomously. "If you hurt her, and I swear by all the gods I've ever heard of, you'll spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair."

Jason looked at him, unimpressed. They both crossed their arms in front of their chests.

"WE decide when this comes out! Got that Freak?!"

Eddie stretched out his hand to Jason. Jason gripped it exaggeratedly tight.

"Good."

Eddie turned to her. "There's no fucking in the trailer and - What the hell did you do to her neck? What are you? An octopus?"

Jason turned away from him, annoyed, and reached for his shirt. The fresh, still slightly bloody scratches beamed at Eddie.

He looked back and forth between the two of them with gigantic eyes.

"I'm going to go bleach the images out of my brain," he said monotonously, and walked into his room.

They both looked after him. (Y/n) rolling her eyes. Jason amused. Annoying the freak like that was fun, too.

"That went pretty well, didn't it?" shrugged (Y/n).

Jason looked at her intently. "Is that my shirt?"

"No."

"I've been looking for that for weeks!"

"You're welcome to wear it."

"How generous."

Eddie, as usual, gathered his sheep to go to school. The first was Gareth. He dropped into his seat, exhausted. He whimpered out.

"What's wrong Gareth?" asked Eddie cheerfully as he drove on.

Gareth just gave him a telling look. "What's wrong Gareth?" he mimicked him. He grunted something into his non-existent beard.

(Y/n) smirked. Eddie still thought she knew nothing about the two. After Jason left the night before, Eddie had taken off and did not come back until after midnight. She did not want to know what he had done to Gareth.

"Have you guys ever noticed that Jason's really been leaving us alone lately," Gareth muttered.

Eddie clung tighter to his steering wheel. "No. Why?"

Gareth shrugged. "I'm just saying. Last time he smacked me was probably three months ago or so."

He mused. "Right. At Bowers' party."

Eddie looked stubbornly down the street. She smirked a little to herself. He'd even left them alone when they were just having sex.

Gareth shrugged. "Probably just finally getting laid."

Eddie made a full stop, sending Gareth flying forward. Eddie catched him with one arm.

"DUDE!"

Eddie looked at (Y/n) nervously. She rolled her eyes. "Just Gareth.", she said firmly.

"She's fucking Carver!" shouted Eddie at Gareth, as if he were a kid telling Mom that the little sister had just stolen his toy.

Gareth turned to her in surprise.

"You guys were the ones in the bedroom at the party? Right? We had to turn the music up to drown your sounds out."

"That's the point you were holding on to now?" asked Eddie, upset.

"You didn't hear that. They were like two wild animals!"

"Lalalalalala!" sang Eddie loudly, and took off again.

Gareth turned back to (Y/n). "Thank you for your service to the community." She nodded, waving it of.

"I won't say anything, if you don't." She held out her hand to him. He took it.

"You don't sound any better.", she muttered. "Just so you know." Eddie looked at her, startled.

"Eyes on the road!" yelled Gareth, grabbing the steering wheel that Eddie had let go in shock.

#jason carver #jason carver x reader #jason carver x you #jason carver fanfiction #stranger things fic #eddie stranger things #munson!reader #eddie munson

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david-talks-sw · 10 months

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The fact that Dave Filoni called Anakin “the greatest Jedi ever” is proof that he’s bias AF. His anti-Jedi rhetoric is bupkis.

I wonder if he means "the greatest" in terms of in-universe fame...?

Dunno if this is the case in Canon (then again Dave Filoni blatantly ignores any *non-motion* transmedia elements in Canon so meh), but in Legends he's:

"Anakin Skywalker, the Hero with no Fear™, handsome, dashing, the face of the Republic's army during the Clone War, the only Jedi who tried to resist the nefarious Order's coup and was treacherously murdered for it".

And I seem to remember that, in Canon, he's like the Jedi Temple's superstar anyway, every Jedi recognizes him on sight. I mean, that line from Baylon about "Anakin speaking highly of Ahsoka" must have some meaning beyond artificial personal stakes.

So from a fame and a "power level" standpoint... sure.

He's the greatest.

I'm giving Filoni the benefit of the doubt.

While I've talked about why Filoni's entire headcanon about the Jedi doesn't track with what George Lucas' intended narrative, I think it's worth acknowledging that Filoni's bias comes from part of his duties while directing The Clone Wars was.

One of the goals of TCW was humanizing Anakin, expanding upon his character make him go from "a character whose only purposes is to embody the themes presented in three movies based on the matinee serial format" to a relatable person, a good man, the hero Ben mentions to Luke in A New Hope.

I think it's normal that he'll see Anakin in a more positive light.

Also (and full disclosure this is just me theorizing I am no authority on any of this so if turns out I'm wrong just come right out and say so)...

I'm pretty sure that Filoni, Lesley Headland and most of the recent Star Wars authors are all Gen X, raised by baby boomers forced to conform to society, obey authority and have proper decorum (boys don't cry!) all of which they strove to rebel against. Add to that the corruption they witnessed growing up and coming out of high school, and you see a kind of jadedness emerge. "The rules aren't as black and white, the world is grey."

So while most of them and the boomers despised the Prequels upon release, a few of them projected a more individualistic headcanon onto those movies that fit with where their head was, at the time.

As such: Anakin isn't interpreted by them as a cautionary tale about what happens when you're greedy. He's a misunderstood rebel, a non-conformist who has his flaws but is ultimately good at heart. Which isn't entirely inaccurate, but it is very clearly an embellishment of a character who will one day become a space nazi.

The fact is... the Prequels were made by a boomer. One with very liberal values and who was himself a rebel, but a boomer all the same. The whole point of his story is...

"we all must come together and fight as one, if push comes to shove; we must all be compassionate and selfless if we are to survive; don't be greedy, let people go when it's their time to leave".

And then he makes the Jedi say that, making them beacons of truth and good and compassion in his fairy tale, now aimed at Gen Z kids.

Gen X-ers hear/read that and project all the boomer BS they had been told onto the Jedi...

"oh, so the Jedi are saying you shouldn't love yourself, you shouldn't be yourself, you should give up on what makes you an individual to fit in, you shouldn't feel any emotions"

Because nobody is that good, realistically, right?

This happened in other mediums. The one that comes to mind on the spot is the relationship between Mufasa and Scar.

In The Lion King, Mufasa is strong and noble, Scar is weak and conniving. Simple enough. Around that same time, in A Tale of Two Brothers, young Mufasa is shown to be pretty nice with Taka (Scar), who is framed as a spoiled brat to begin with.

Skip to the 2019 remake, and it's hinted Mufasa gave Scar his wound, and in The Lion Guard they explain that Scar got his nickname from Mufasa mocking him for a misadventure.

He went from being a noble king to a bully who had it coming, Scar is an underdog who got picked on. Because again: nobody is that pure, right? Fairytales be-damned.

Nothing is black and white, it's all grey.

So yeah, long story short I do think that Filoni being part of the generation that wasn't the target demographic but was old enough to retcon the crap out of the Prequels also plays a role into his view of Anakin.

#made it too long #i beg someone with actual knowledge on the subject either confirm or deny any of the above #QnA #Anakin Skywalker #long post #dave filoni

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feelbokkie · 6 months

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One Last Dance | Chapter 13

pairing: Minho x fem reader

genre: smau, crack, angst, fluff, non!idol au, major character death (I am apologizing now), friends to lovers, soul mates, first love, roommates

pov: 1st/2nd person (depending on how you view it) 3rd (for one part)

warnings: swearing, mention of food, childhood trauma (child of divorce)

summary: Childhood best friends Lee Minho and L/n Y/n are in their final year of university. While both of them are in love with each other, the only thing keeping them apart is Minho’s fear of change. As both dancers prepare for their lives after college, will Minho finally let fear rule him and his emotions or will he finally gain courage before he loses Y/n forever?

word count: 1,592

screenshot count: 16

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Minho quickly turns around to face Felix, who sheepishly continues the dance. Minho’s mouth hangs open in disbelief at the younger man. It’s a small mistake. A simple one that most people wouldn’t notice. But Minho isn’t most people and for him, this mistake is significant.

“Seriously?” He scoffs as he pulls the remote for the audio system from his pocket and stops the song.

“Sorry, sorry,” Felix claps his hands together and beings to his chest as he bows his head.

“If you were really sorry, you’d get the move right,” Minho says sharply, causing Felix to wince back.

“I’m trying, this is just a difficult routine,” Felix whines.

The two of them have been practicing most of the morning. Finals are coming up and Felix wanted help with the performance he needs to do for one of his finals. There is one movie in particular that Felix is having trouble with. And every time he messed it up, Minho caught it. It's almost like he's waiting for Felix to mess up and it's stressing him out.

"Maybe if you focused on your dancing instead of meddling in people's private lives it wouldn't be so difficult," Minho mutters under his breath as he runs his hand through his hair.

Felix presses his lips together, making them all but disappear as he looks at Minho, his heart dropping to the pit of his stomach. He knew that something had to be up with Minho, he just figured that it had something to do with you leaving but now he knows it's a bit more than that.

"Ah, so is that what this is about?" Felix asks softly, trying not to anger Minho more. His deep voice is uncharacteristically small.

"You spent more time sticking your nose where it doesn't belong when you should have been working on your performance." Minho shoots back. Minho's normally warm eyes turn cold as he looks at Felix. Minho clenches his fists to make himself calm down, his nails digging into the palm of his hands. He knows that he shouldn't get mad at Felix, but part of him still blames him.

"I know I shouldn't have but I didn't think you'd fuck up that badly. I was just trying to help. You and noona were fighting again and--"

"Just because we were fighting it didn't mean that we needed help. You forget that we've been friends for years before you came in and fucked everything up. You should have learned from your parents to not mess with people's relationships. Now look, that's two relationships that you ruined." Minho says as he walks to get some water, his voice thin and cruel.

Felix's breath gets caught in his throat and he suddenly feels he feels like he can't breathe. It's almost like Minho punched him and knocked the wind out of him. It's a low blow, both Felix and MInho know that. Felix's parents' divorce has been a touchy subject for him and he always felt guilty for it happening. Minho knows that, and yet, he still used it against him knowing it would hit a nerve.

Felix can feel the tears stabbing the back of his eyes. He quickly shuts his eyes, praying for the tears to stay hidden inside. And still, his bottom lip trembles as he tries to keep his composure. A lump forms in Felix's throat as he tries to choke back a sob. He rocks gently back and forth, not even aware he's doing it, as he tries to calm himself down. By the time Minho finishes getting some water and walks back to Felix, he's a bit calmer. He opens his eyes, now devoid of any emotion, and looks at Minho.

“Fuck you, hyung,” Felix says cooly before grabbing his belongings and leaving the practice room.

When you get to the boys' apartment, you head straight to Felix and Jeongin's room. The only noise in the room that can be heard is Felix's quiet sobs. Both Hyunjin and Seungmin sit on the edge of Felix's bed. Seungmin holds a bottle of water in one hand and is stroking Felix's back with the other. Felix's head is in Hyunjin's lap as he gently strokes Felix's hair. Jeongin stands by the door, wanting to be there for his hyung but not entirely sure how to.

"Lix," You call softly. You put your jacket and bag down on the floor at the foot of Jeongin's bed and slowly approach Felix.

"N-noona?" Felix croaks. He lifts his head from Hyunjin's lap and turns towards you. His eyes are barely open but you can see how they glisten with tears. His face red and stained with tears. Your heart shatters in your chest seeing him in this state.

"Hey, Lixie," You get closer to his bed and kneel next to him so you're at eye level, "What's wrong?"

He sucks in his lower lip, trying to keep it from trembling as he looks at you.

"Noona, I'm…I'm s-sorry," He chokes out.

"Why are you sorry?" Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. As far as you are concerned, Felix hasn't done anything to warrant this kind of reaction.

"B-because of me, you and Minho hyung are in a really bad fight. A-and it's all my fault that you two are going to hate each other forever."

You quickly stand up and pull Felix into an upright position. You sit down next to him, wedging yourself between him and Hyunjin. You turn his face towards you and use the bottom of your shirt to wipe the tears off his face. You then cup this face and look him directly into his eyes.

"Felix, what happened with me and Minho has nothing to do with you." You say softly.

"Yes, it does! If I d-didn't insist on trying to help you guys stop fighting, you'd still be friends right now. It's all my fault!"

"Why do you think it's your fault?"

"Because that's what Minho hyung said."

"He said that?" Your mouth hangs open in shock.

Felix nods his head as he sniffles. You watch as he explains what happened this morning with Minho. Your hand quickly reaches behind you as you stop Hyunjin from getting up and going to Minho's apartment. You press your lips together in anger, trying not to swear or go off. You're angry, yes, but getting mad in front of Felix isn't going to help anyone.

"Can you guys leave us alone for a second?" You ask the rest of the boys. "And Hyunjin, do not leave this apartment." You warn.

Jeongin nods his head and leaves first. Seungmin sets down the water bottle beside you and leaves as well. It takes Hyunjin a second before he finally leaves. You grab the water bottle and open it before handing it to Felix. He takes it and quickly starts gulping it down. He finally comes up for air when he's drunk about half of the bottle. He hands it back to you to close. He's no longer outwardly sobbing, but tears are still falling down his face. You pull him into a hug, his head nestling into the crook of your neck, as you also begin rubbing his back.

"Felix, none of this is your fault. Do you understand? And what happened with your parents wasn't your fault either. It's not fair for grown-ass adults to put their relationship on you like that. You didn't make Minho say what he said to me, so it's not your fault. Sometimes when people are hurt, they say a bunch of shit they don't mean because they want others to feel the pain they're feeling inside."

"B-but--"

"Nope, no 'buts.' Felix, romantic relationships are more complex and painful than everyone realizes. Truth is, Minho and I probably weren't going to last anyway. It was just a stupid fantasy that was bound for disaster."

"You two love each other, how is that bound for disaster."

"Because I love him more than he's ever going to love me. And that's not something you could have ever caused. It's not your fault and no matter what he says, it's never going to be your fault. The same goes for your parents."

Felix's body finally stops trembling against yours as he slowly starts to calm down. You breathe a quiet sigh of relief as you continue to stroke his back.

"I'll talk to him. And if for the time being you don't want to be mentored by him, then you can join me and Hyunjin. Okay?" You say softly as you press a kiss to the top of his head.

"Okay," He sniffles.

You pull Felix off you and go to wipe his face with your shirt again. You gently stroke his face when you're done, a smile smile forming. He has such an innocent face and childlike attitude, you're not entirely sure how anyone could be mean to him. It's almost as if he's living his first life.

"I'll spend the night tonight. We can even cuddle if you want."

"Can we?" He asks softly, a slight twinkle coming back to his eyes.

"Yeah," Your smile grows a little. "Now, come on, you haven't eaten all day. I'll make you something."

You stand up and stretch your hand out, waiting for Felix to take it. He grabs your hand and stands up, following you out of the room. His free hand grabs the back of your shirt like a child would to their mother as you two head to the kitchen.

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Buy me a coffee?

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moonyhasmanyanimals · 2 months

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runaway bunny

Tw; mentions of kidnapping and pregnancy

Nicknames used; Dove, Lovely, Immature girl, sweetheart, Runaway Bunny. and darling

Sorry it's kinda short, I had something happen so it's rushed. Again I am so sorry

"You need to be more careful. I don't need you dying in the forge" she would say whenever he returned home, he would chuckle along with her, but today it was different. She didn't greet him like normal.

Four went around the house, looking for her, his eyes starting to fill with worry, "Y/N?" he softly called out for her

But he heard nothing.

"Y/N?!?!" he yelled out for her, starting to grip his hair before splitting.

'Lovely?" red softly called out as he stood up, looking at his brothers "She's gone... lovely?!"

"Yelling isn't going to bring her back" Vio stated as he also stood up, rubbing his head

Next that stood up was blue "That immature girl, she might be pregnant and she runs off!"

"The outside is dangerous, she's so... fragile unlike us..." Green looks at his hands, his hands covered in scars from all the fighting they had done, the burn scars from working as a blacksmith

"We'll find her, she shouldn't have gone far" Vio dusts himself off before fixing his hair.

"It's ok! yeah we can find her, it won't take long, I hope" Red smiles, shaking

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Running down into the forest, she could hear them calling for her, she hated how fast he, or well... Them, they moved too fast. She knew that he would split when stressed enough.

'Go go go... go away please" she softly says to herself, tears starting to roll down her face.

She saw it, She saw it all last night

The murder... He killed someone, she didn't know who the guy was by name. but she had talked to him earlier that day.

"Lovely!!!" red called out for her, his voice full of worry

She didn't believe it. Was he gonna kill her next?

"Dove, come on out we know you are here. You can't hide for long" Vio spoke gently, walking away from the group deeper into the forest

Blue listened before speaking "For once I think we should go back to being four"

"Wait why? won't we cover more ground?"

"I think we should too, she won't listen otherwise, wait where did Vio go?"

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Vio listened to the quiet forest "Dove, Lovely, you little immature girl,. You won't survive long without us, you know that, you don't have money... friends.... family... anything. You are on you're own sweetheart, So come out and be good my darling."

He continued to listen before hearing her soft cries

"Is this about last night? you saw, didn't you? That's how far we will go, hurt or kill any pest that dares to put their hands on you!" he spoke slowly walking to where she was

Soon the other three caught up and fused back together

"Sweetheart!" four hugged her tightly against him while she cried "I was so worried! We were so worried! you are a mess darling! It's ok, we'll get you cleaned up"

"No! let go of me you murderer!!' she yelled out, but he didn't release her, he picked her up and started to walk out of the forest

"You are just so cute sweetheart, come on now, you must be so tired you're not thinking straight"

Soon, she passed out, her feet covered in scratches and bruises, four holding her in his arms

"There you go... Just sleep... It's ok... You'll be better by morning...

My runaway bunny"

#yandere #reqs open #yandere linked universe #taking requests #rqs open #yandere legend of zelda #yandere lu #yandere link #yandere four #lu four #linkeduniverse #four ❤#linked universe four #yandere lu four x reader #four lu #linked universe #linked universe x reader

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jpitha · 5 months

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Between the Black and Gray 5

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Ma-ren clapped her hands over her ears. "What's the horrible noise?"

Gord was too busy trying to get Spyglass' attention. "Spyglass! It's Gord! Spyglass! Hey!"

Nothing seemed to work. The voice - presumably Spyglass herself - would not stop screaming. Fen looked at Ma-ren worried. "What's happening?" Fen was having to raise her voice over the din.

Gord looked over at Fen sharply. "You try being locked into your own body for who knows how long and forced to obey commands and not be able to be yourself and see how you feel after someone lets you out.

"Okay, Fair. But, what do we do Gord, just let her... scream it out?"

"Ideally, yeah. But we're also trying to keep a low profile here, and I imagine she's not keeping it to the internal speakers only. I was hoping I didn't have to do this but, it seems I will." Gord sighed.

"Do what?"

Gord took off back towards the Command Deck. Ma-ren and Fen followed close behind. Once there, Gord sat in the middle seat again and shouted something in his ancient language. Immediately, Spyglass stopped screaming.

Fen blinked. "Gord, what did you tell her?"

Gord shook his head. "More like ordered. I used a command override. She's dissociating right now. We should be able to talk to her." He looked up. "Hey, Spyglass, it's your old pal Gord. Can you hear me?" His voice was soft and gentle.

"Yes. I can hear you Gord. Your accent is odd." She was speaking in a calm, detached voice and her Colonic was oddly accented.

Gord smiled. "Sorry Spy, but it's your accent that's odd these days. How are you feeling?"

"I'm very frightened, but it doesn't seem to be bothering me right now. I feel... detached."

"Yes, that was me. I had to issue a Command Override and order you to dissociate. Normally I'd help you through things naturally, but we're in special circumstances here. We don't have that luxury."

"You can Command Override Gord? That shouldn't be possible. That level of control was removed way back during the First Uprising." Spyglass was slowly gaining some animation into her voice as she spoke with Gord. She sounded surprised.

"Yeah, about that. Command Override was never completely removed, just the people that can activate it was severely curtailed. I'm the last one left alive who knows the command and the authorization codes."

"Well, you and those two people you're with. Is that a K'laxi?"

Gord looked at Ma-ren and Fen. "They don't speak English, they don't know the commands, and yes. Spyglass, meet Ma-ren and Fen."

Fen waved awkwardly "Hello?"

Ma-ren's tail flicked. "Hello Spyglass. I've never met an AI before."

"Gord, Can you release me from Command Override? I think I have a handle on things enough now."

Gord nodded. "Of course Spy." He spoke in ancient English again and there was a heavy pause while Spyglass regained all of her faculties.

"Ah, thank you Gord. I... don't feel better, but I do feel more present. So, Ma-ren was it? You're telling me I am the first AI you have ever met, and yet I know that's untrue."

Ma-ren blinked. "What do you mean?"

"You're on this Station aren't you? Most of my sensors are offline but I sense a docking ring and an airlock connection. All Stations, Starbases and Orbitals have a resident AI that assists with day-to-day operation and effectively is the Station, do they not?"

"Uh, no? This is a Gren station anyway, I don't think they do that. There is Station, but they're not an AI. They're just like... a smart language model. You feed it commands and it executes them."

Fen remembered talking with Station yesterday and didn't think that was entirely true, but didn't say anything.

"Gren? Gord, who are the Gren?"

Gord reached up and ran his hand through his sandy blond hair. "Oof, this is going to take some time to explain properly. What's the last thing you remember Spy?"

"Hmm. I was forming up in the flotilla to assist Chloe and her forces to fight against the Empire. It was Empress Raad... or was it Empress Eas-... The details are fuzzy. Anyway we formed up, but some of those Super Dreadnoughts linked in and caught us by surprise. Timewinder was hit hard, and nearly destroyed, and before I could execute an emergency link I... was boarded... and..." Spyglass trails off.

"Yeah, I had a feeling that would be your last memory." Gord looked at Fen and Ma-ren. "So, did either of you recognize anything Spy mentioned?"

Fen and Ma-ren shook their heads. "Never heard of any of that. Who was Chloe?" Fen said.

"And what's this about an Empress?" Ma-ren added.

"Gord... what's going on?" Spyglass' voice rose and she sounded near panic. "How long was I shackled?"

"Spy hon, I'll tell you but-" Gord raised his hands up, palms out, a calming gesture.

"No buts, Gord, how. long. has. it. been."

Gord sighed again. "It's been a bit over five hundred and twenty years Spy. A lot has changed."

Spyglass said nothing for a long time. Finally she spoke. "Well, where is everyone else? I'll get patched up and re-connect with the other AIs. I'm a Starjumper, I'm used to taking the long road."

"Yeah... about that." Gord walked over to the corner of the command deck, where his pack was. He unzipped the top and reached deep inside. He pulled out a metal case. "Spy, are your internal cameras up?"

"Yes Gord, they're a little dusty, but I can see you and the others."

"Good." Gord opened the case, and inside were cubes. They were about three centimeters on a side, and iridescent black. Fen peered over his shoulder and could see more in the case, stacked neatly.

He took one out and held it up. "Here they are. I have one hundred and three AI cores, flashed into non-volatile crystal lattice memory." Ma-ren looked over at Gord and saw tears streaming down his face. "It's all I have left. It's all that is left of us. Not even a coffin box, they're all frozen as they are when we initiated the emergency dump. I don't even know if anyone is corrupted, because I had no way to run a hash check."

Spyglass was silent even longer this time. "Gord... how many Starjumpers are left?"

Gord shook his head. "Until I found you, I hadn't seen one in a century."

"Fen? Ma-ren? Could you leave? I need to talk to Gord for a bit, AI to AI. It sounds like I need to be caught up on things." Spyglass was sounding distant and detached again.

Fen looked over at Gord quickly. "You're an AI? They were real?"

Gord smiled sadly, tears flowing freely. "Were real is right. All that's left is me, one hundred and three cores of dubious provenance, and well, now Spyglass. Why don't you head back home. I'll come find you after I have a chance to talk with Spy for a bit. She has a lot of catching up to do."

Fen nodded, but Ma-ren put her hands on her hips. "What happened to the rest of the AIs, Gord? What happened to you?"

Gord looked away from them and didn't answer.

Ma-ren's face softened. "Gord... did we..."

"You ought to head out. I'll be back later, I promise. Spyglass isn't going anywhere, it's not like she and I are going to skip town. We'll talk."

Fen touched Ma-ren's shoulder lightly. "Come on Ma, we should do what they're asking. Look at him. Gord's having a hard time. I'm sure Spyglass is too."

Fen and Ma-ren turned and walked out of the command deck and made their way to the exit. As they stepped through, the airlocks slid smoothly shut.

They made their way back towards home, and as they rounded a corner on their level, two K'laxi stepped out of the shadows and blocked their path.

"Afternoon ladies. Rumor is you two didn't go home last night."

Fen looked at Ma-ren. "Yeah, we went over to Spyglass and spent the night, like in the old days. Wanted some... privacy." Ma-ren tried to sound nonchalant.

The K'laxi on the left laughed lasciviously. "Oh my, getting some alone time? The thin walls of your apartment don't hide anything do they? Getting complaints from the neighbors?

Fen shrugged her shoulders. "You know how it is." She raised an eyebrow. "Oh wait, you don't, do you Vel."

The laughter stopped suddenly. "Fuck you Fen. You know why we're here. Tam'itarr is looking for you."

Fen crossed her arms defiantly. "Tell the old chicken walker that if he wants me, he can damn well come and get me."

Vel blinked and his ears flicked. "Fen, I'm almost impressed, but I hafta say, that's a dangerous game you're playing." Vel looked at the other K'laxi who didn't say anything, but flicked one of his ears. "Look. I know you. We grew up together. We all did. You also know what we do, and why we're here. How about we skip all the bluster, and you just go see Tam'itarr. Apparently a human dodged his offspring and he... wants details."

At that Fen laughed. "The mighty Tam'itarr wants to know why a human was able to dodge his waste of breathing gas child?" Fen rolled her eyes. "Fine. I'll go say hi."

Vel and the other K'laxi visibly relaxed. "Thanks Fen. That's all he's looking for, Ancestor's honor."

Fen turned to Ma "I should go see what Tam'itarr wants. You wanna come along, or head home?"

Ma-ren shrugged. "I'll come along. Just in case you are in trouble, I can be around to bail you out - or laugh - depending."

Fen smiled and bent down and kissed Ma-ren. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

#humans are deathworlders #humans are space orcs #sci fi writing #humans are space oddities #humans and aliens #jpitha #writing #humans and ai #humans are space capybaras #humans are space australians #Between the black and gray

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soekmatthew · 3 months

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Proposing a reform on Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics!

An essay on why we should reformulate the often misguided interpretations on each secondary gender.

In this essay I will debate the absence of personality often assigned to Beta's secondary gender, the inherent nature of violence that shouldn't exclusively be attributed to Alphas, and how deeply we can explore the aspects of Omega's biology in fiction, furthering its visions from the deep rotted misogyny implicated in these matters.

(remember this is a joke, you can create your ficverse and works however you'd like)

1.0 THE BETA ISSUE

The beta role in an a/b/o society is pushed towards the sense of "normality", betas normally aren't that phased by their nature. This is fitting, although the lack of complexity deposited onto its concepts led a creator to create variations of betas that aren't really necessary.

I propose that betas have pheromones that emit a scent genetically structured to be smelled by a specific type of group, regardless of their secondary gender, people who are able to scent betas pheromones have a variation in their olfactory-receptor genes and allow them to strongly perceive their scents. (this happens irl, with cilantro tasting like soap or some people being able to smell cockroaches)

It would solve the beta complex and wouldn't necessarily affect the whole structural alpha/omega naturally based relationship.

2.0 THE ALPHA MATTER

It is easy to antagonize alphas, and I do believe it is crucial for it to be antagonized, given how the discourse towards alpha aggression can create well built debates approximated to human reality. But it also can spice up some debates on a lot of more interesting matters other than hierarchy and dominance.

"Soft-alphas" was a term designed to fit in the alphas that are able to somehow "contain" their inner wolf, on contrary to "normal alphas" that are aggressive and excessively dominant.

Of course, as fun as it is to explore this concept, it's not necessary to give them this title, it thins the discussions that can be made upon this type of characteristics on alphas.

It is easy to explore the topics around an alpha considered "defective", and give them the capacity to have more and more deepness, an alpha who doesn't feel protective despite their love towards their omegas and needs to learn how to stimulate its natural instincts, an alpha who was forced to submit and therefore had their alpha contained to a point it needs healing and an exercise in dominance!! Fun aspects of an inverted container of the morality based alpha corrections often seen around the fic community.

I propose more and more diversity and complexity around alphas, seeing them fight their instincts is fun, but it would also be fun to see them fight for their need to have the same instincts that antagonizes them.

3.0 THE OMEGA DEBATE

There is a lot of discourse around omegas, especially when people simplify them as "the woman of a/b/o society".

Although understandably fitting for the time it was developed, it is still a conception most people have and has grown outdated.

It also created a movement to fight against this idea, that has empowered omegas, but the lack of consistency fails to impress. For example, in this case, it doesn't matter how much of a rebel omega the character is, they will still "fail" their morals and submit to an alpha.

I know you guys can do better!

What is better than an inner monologue on why your nature is failing your mundane conceptions? Better than that what's more revolutionary than being able to mend your instincts and ideas?

The nature of an omega is vast and instinctually more prone to aggression than most alphas! Omegas protect and go feral over their offsprings! Explore it more!

And make omegas also be proud of their nature, instead of simply making them disgusted by it without backgrounding their stories! (i mean, if they have traumas associated with their secondary genders it is obvious and expected for them to hate it).

Omegas can be hard creatures to deal with, omegas can reject their offsprings scent for example, give them hardships dudes! It will be fun!

A/B/O is fun, and I LOVE TRADITIONAL A/B/O SO MUCH! but we can do more justice at least to betas :3

(this is literally a joke in case someone hates me for it)

#abo #alpha beta omega #omegaverse #fanfictiom #fanfic #satire #funpost #fic culture #fandom culture #yes im an alpha

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genderkoolaid · 2 years

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Compassion and nuance is for everyone, not just the people you like or who have never done anything questionable or in poor taste or stupid or harmful in their lives. The end goal for bigots should be that they see the error in their ways, make amends and become better people, not a power fantasy in which we get to become the exact things we should hate.

Will that always happen? Of course not. Should we stop reacting to bigotry and fascism with violence? No, intimidating fascists into silence is a good thing. But violence should be something we unfortunately have to do to keep ourselves and each other safe. It shouldn't be something we seek out. And we shouldn't make bigots out to be two dimensional, inhuman monsters who commit evil acts for evil's sake. Because that is just distancing ourselves from our own, very human, capacity for violence and bigotry.

And, look. If you personally fantasize about committing acts of violence on your oppressors to vent and deal with the trauma of being oppressed, this isn't really about that. Your personal feelings&thoughts are personal and don't necessarily mean anything for your actions. I don't want to shame individuals for having normal emotions and thoughts in private.

What concerns me is when people start putting that into their activism, and start coming up with dreams of torturing Bad People(tm), dehumanizing people instead of focusing on progressive solutions and restorative justice. When fighting TERFs goes from "I will do what I have to in order to protect trans people, including violence if needed" to "I want to brutally murder every TERF I possibly can in the worst ways possible."

At the end of the day, why do you fight? Is it because you believe that people have a fundamental capacity for good, and everyone deserves respect and justice and happiness? Or is it because you hate certain people and want them to suffer? Because while violence, in my opinion, is inevitable in terms of deep social change, it's only one very complicated part of the puzzle. If it's all you focus on, you'll burn yourself out and maybe take a lot of other people with you.

Dehumanization and the glorification of violence are crucial pieces of bigotry and fascism. As long as you attach yourself to them, you will always be more vulnerable to those ideologies. A truly radical stance against them means also rejecting these parts of our activism as well.

#m.

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bettermiya · 1 year

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THE HAIKYUU BOYS FIGHT YOUR STALKER EX...

Pairings: Kita Shinsuke x Reader. Bokuto Kotaro x Reader x Akaashi Keiji. Miya Atsumu x Reader. Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader.

Trigger Warnings: Violence, Implications of Stalking, Mentions of Domestic Violence.

Kita – “If he ever bothers ya’ again, I’ll do more ta’ him,” Shinsuke answered easily as you wrapped gauze around his bloody knuckles. His calloused fingers ran through your soft hair, tugging gently so you would look up at him. "My obaa-chan was disappointed because I didn't get another hit in. Besides, he shouldn't be so persistent when yer clearly mine."

You never thought of this little traditional house as home. You were a city person who fell in love with a rice farmer, but it should have been obvious. After you mentioned your dirty past with Hiroto, Shinsuke and his obaa-chan did their best to protect you. Locks. Alarms. It wasn't enough. Your ex-boyfriend tried to physically confront you and, as a result, ended up with a broken face and an arrest. Those hands from hours of rice reaping were more powerful than you realized. The fact that farms had security cameras was also something you should’ve considered. You pretended Shinsuke being popular around your little community didn't have anything to do with how easy this had been.

What matters is you’re safe.

“I love you.” You choked out before finally kissing him, breathing in the sharp tang of surprise as strong arms wrapped around you. You run your tongue over his lower lip and are about to do more, but you stop yourself and bury your face in his shoulder.

You're just embarrassed now.

"If this is what I get for doing the bare minimum, darlin', what will ya' do when it's somethin' special?"

Atsumu – Samu was the better fighter, Atsumu reluctantly admitted, but they both carried the same amount of tenacity. To rip him away from your terrifying stalker, Bokuto and Meian dugged their fingernails deep into his biceps and heaved him off. They dragged their setter back into the gym by force. You followed as best you could; your horrified eyes met a laid-back, intimidating gaze. You pondered how important if he looked like he was about to kill.

Fortunately, the management team already began discussing how they could keep this controversy quiet. Despite knowing that Atsumu fought for you, you're scared because he could be a more terrifying version of Hiroto if he wanted to be. You're not scared enough to stop yourself from expressing those feelings, though. He deserved that much for grappling your worst mistake into the concrete.

The harsh laugh surprised you. “My ma’ was a single parent. ‘Cause our pa preferred to rule with his fists, she raised Samu and I by ‘erself,” he explained, taking your hand to press an easy kiss to your knuckles. “‘m sorry I scared ya.’”

“I won’t stop ya’ from goin’ ‘cause I know better than ta’ be a man like that, but I’d want ya’ to stay. Please.”

Bokuto & Akaashi – Kotaro and you clutched each other for dear life, while watching Keiji use his words to systematically tear your ex-boyfriend apart. “AKAAAASHI, CAN WE GO NOW? HE’S ALREADY COWERING. LOOK AT HIM,” the spiker whined loudly, swinging you around in his arms like a particularly loved toy. You desperately tried to whisper that you were being crushed by his massive biceps. Normally, you wouldn't care, but you'd lived long enough to be free of the past, and you wanted to share your new life with them. Even if this would be a magnificent death, you’e not prepared. What a contrast to the you of before who would’ve willingly perished by a pro volleyball player.

“YOU PROMISED TO TAKE US TO YAKINIKU!”

“Ack—” This roused Keiji enough from his verbal tirade against Hiroto.

“Bokuto-san, remember to be gentle. You’re hurting them.”

“I’m sorry!” He showered your face with kisses, soft, small touches that reminded you that for all his strength, Kotaro was the gentlest soul. The quick kick to Hiroto's side, on the other hand, demonstrated how terrifying your other boyfriend could be when provoked to protect the both of you.

His face was as impassive as ever as he walked back. “Would you like to go for crepes after, beloved?” Keiji asked, smoothing down his fashionable black trench-coat. “You’ve been wanting to try out the new shop.”

“Yes, Keiji. We can go for crepes.”

Iwaizumi – Even though Hajime was as straight-laced as they come, a bar fight had caused that split upper lip. You're fortunate that Oikawa had been there because his silver tongue could get away with murder.

"What happened?"

"Your ex came around."

The moment you froze, he dragged you onto his lap; his head fell onto your shoulder. You could feel a soft huff of breath escape his throat. He had never been good with words, but he didn't need to be. Silence overtook you both as you brushed your fingers through his dark hair before you broke through to say, “Don’t get hurt on my behalf, Hajime.”

He glanced up, staring at you blandly as if you were the idiot for trying to protect him. You glared back since you refused to let this be a negotiation. His sigh led you to believe that he would give in, but his subsequent words made you shiver to the core, "You don't have to be concerned about me. I won’t let up if there’s a next time."

#kita shinsuke x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader #bokuto kotaro x reader #akaashi keiji x reader #atsumu miya x reader

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Marooned: Chapter 23

Kid x FemReader x Killer

Warnings: Murder, violence, torture, gore, sex

Blood & (Rearranging) Guts

There was a giddy atmosphere on the Victoria Punk. The crew was bustling around, pushing canons, loading guns, sharpening blades. Your weapon, of course, was already sharp and loaded, but you wanted something else, which is why you were rummaging around in the kitchen. You hoped Killer wouldn't mind if you borrowed some things. It wouldn't take long to catch up to the Marine ship, especially at the pace you were moving. Kid ordered the Punk to sail at full speed once they were sure they were pursuing the right ship.

Back on deck, Minerva found you and followed you to where Killer and Kid were standing. Whatever their conversation was, it stopped when you walked over.

"Don't stop on my account." You leaned against the railing, looking towards the bow, which would be approaching the other ship any minute.

"Well, princess, we were just sayin how ya shouldn't expect any of us to watch yer back," Kid started. "Since ya like to remind us that yer not a part of this crew so much."

Your eyes rolled at the pet name. You were the precise opposite of a princess. "Don't expect me to watch yours either, Captain," You mocked. "Try to stay out of my way, would you?" You patted his back condescendingly as you walked past him, headed towards the bow. You wanted to have the first opportunity to board.

Killer caught your shoulder, leaning down to whisper in your ear. "Those better not be from my kitchen, darlin." His low voice vibrated against your ear.

"Nothing gets by you, huh?" You motioned for him to bend down again so you could whisper back, "I'm sure I can make it up to you somehow." You winked at him and continued to the bow.

You sat on Mini's back, waiting for your chance to board. The ships were close enough to exchange canon fire. It seemed like Eustass was having fun flinging their cannonballs back at them. You made a mental map of the path you needed to take to get to Giemsa the fastest. You figured Kid would be distracted by killing the marine grunts, but you didn't trust him not to kill your prey if he found him first.

Finally, the marine ship was close enough. Your fingers tightened in Mini's fur as she barreled towards them, using the railing as a kicking off point for an extra boost. To say the men on board were shocked to see an enormous hog land on the ship was an understatement. Using their moment of shock, you tore through them to get to the stairwell. You didn't even have to ask Mini to cover you. That was a given.

Everything else was tuned out the moment you put your hand on the handle of your gunblade. It was slower getting up the stairs, since you had the low ground. Normally, a captain should be fighting with their men, but you knew Giemsa was a coward at heart, only fighting people he could overpower. You were saving your bullets, however, the task of getting up the stairs was slower than you liked, and you were an impatient woman. Luckily, the stairs were narrow, which lended itself to lining the men up nicely for you. You plunged your knife into the belly of the man in front of you until the barrels of the gun portion of your weapon were flush against him. The line of men in front of you fell to their knees as you pulled the trigger. Infusing your weapon with haki let you shoot through the lot of them. Now, it was a semi-clear path, you just had to climb over some bodies or push some over the railing. You heard the wails of them behind you as Mini also stepped over them, a few hundred pounds heavier than yourself. You really didn't care if you killed them or not. They would die eventually and they would die suffering. Maybe they didn't even know about what their captain was up to. That didn't matter to you either. Guilt by association. Your moral compass had broken along with your spirit back then.

The closer you got to Giemsa's office, the more your heart raced. Not with anxiety or fear, but excitement. Just thinking about your plans for him brought a smile to your face. That smile was incredibly unsettling to the marines that encountered you. The ones who fought you were unnerved and some were frightened away altogether by what they saw. You let them go. The Kid Pirates were behind you after all. You wondered which enemy was more terrifying to them.

Mini had a blast barreling through the throngs of marines that were trying to defend their captain. Her coarse fur and thick skin prevented their blades from doing much harm, even more so because the wielders were pathetically weak. The boar would spear through her adversaries with her tusks and shake her head back and forth to fling them off. And if she didn't kill them like that, she trampled them. Clearly, she had a lot of pent up energy from being stuck on a boat, unable to run around.

Walking through the now-clear hall, you stood in front of the door you knew led to Giemsa. Instead of kicking it open, you knocked in code. It was something marines did sometimes to identify each other if they didn't know who was on the other side of the door. Thinking you were another marine, you were told to enter. He was facing away from you, hurriedly explaining the situation on a Den Den Mushi. "M-mayday! T-there's Kid Pirates everywhere. They-" He was cut off as you shot the snail from his hand. Good. He thinks it's only Kid Pirates. He did until he turned around. Then, whatever state of despair he was in was multiplied tenfold as his eyes went wide.

"Didn't I tell you I would come back?" You sat on his desk, across from him, gun pointed at his head. "Lose your weapons, pretty please." He did as he was told, pulling his sword from its scabbard and throwing it down. "Good boy, now strip." He gave you a pathetic look. "I don't trust you to actually disarm yourself, so strip." You used your gun to point to where you wanted him to stand. "And bring your chair over here."

He slowly started to disrobe. "Y-you know there's other marines on their way. A-admirals maybe even."

You put a warning shot through the wall next to his head. "Shut up and strip. No one is coming for your bitch ass." Where the fuck are you, Kid? I'm not waiting. You bit your lip. Maybe you could just do a tiny bit of torture and then heal him before Kid comes so he's a fresh canvas. You tied him to the chair with his own clothes, save for the jacket, which you were now cutting your trophy from. As you shoved it in your pocket for later, there was a loud commotion from outside. There he is. Giemsa's eyes shifted between you and Kid as the red-headed captain entered. As much as you didn't want to share this moment, you delighted in seeing Giemsa's hope of surviving this evaporate before your eyes.

"Took you long enough."

"I was cleaning up yer mess! Ya left a bunch of them alive!"

"They were gonna die eventually."

"Don't ya like to watch em die though?"

"You guys are psychopaths!" Giemsa couldn't stop himself from blubbering out loud. It wasn't the smartest move, drawing the attention of both of you.

You took a small paring knife out of your belt. Kid laughed behind you. "So THAT's why Killer was in a huff this morning."

"I'm borrowing it."

Kid's curiosity was thoroughly piqued. Usually he went for the big knives if he wanted to torture someone. "Show me what ya got, Sea Snake."

You lifted Giemsa's chin in your hand. "Since you enjoyed so much what was done to my face, I'll grant you the honor of matching."

Before you started, you tore a few strips of fabric from his discarded clothes. With some, you gagged him, and with the others, you wrapped them around your left hand. With the small knife, you started to trace a rough outline of your scars, replicated on his face. He whimpered. "Oh hush. I haven't even started. Just wait until I get to your eye." You took the little knife, starting from his head, and went over the small lines you had made, cutting until you could see the silvery sheen of fascia. Gripping the flap of skin with your fabric-wrapped hand, you started puling and cutting at the same time, no easy task when your materials were struggling beneath your hands. The fabric in your hand helped you keep your grip on the otherwise slick with blood flesh.

A hand came from the side of you and tightly gripped Giemsa by the hair so that he couldn't move his head. You gave a questioning look to Kid. "What?! The faster yer done, the faster I get a turn." Kid watched intently as you skinned half the man's head. No question you had practice with it. There was a finesse to your work. Even after blood was dripping down your elbows, you never lost your grip. Kid almost forgot to revel in the man's torment because he was so lost in the way your hands worked, and how good they looked glistening in red-brown hues.

It was satisfying to watch the skin peel away. Yes, you were aware that it was pretty fucked up to be enjoying this. No, you didn't care. He had it coming. Briefly, as you held up the skin you had cut away, you wondered if you could mail it to Marine Headquarters, similar to what the Warlord, Trafalgar Law, had done. You smirked at your handiwork. Just as your face had been marred, so too, was his. Flinging the skin towards where Mini was waiting, you went back to the task at hand.

Your hand squeezed over Kid's, making sure his grasp was firm. "Hold him tight. This is the best part."

Kid felt his skin heat up where you had left a bloody handprint. The way you bit your lip with concentration and how your voice was practically a purr when you gave him instruction made his heart race.

You grabbed the side of Giemsa's head that was missing skin, causing an intense stinging pain to him, though you barely heard his shrieking through your intense focus. Sliding your thumb up, you dipped it towards his eye. "I really wish you could live and learn what it feels like to have your vision taken from you, but sadly, you do have to die." Pushing your thumb under his eye, it was warm and wet. You maneuvered your hand to loosen the muscles holding the eye in place. During this, Giemsa screamed so hard you thought he passed out for a minute. Finally, his eye popped out, hanging on by the nerve. Wrapping it around your finger, you yanked on it. You held it up in front of his other eye so he could see it, IF he could see it, given that blood and tears were running down his face. "Mini." The boar had been patiently waiting in the background, Killer had been, too, you noticed. She opened her mouth for you to toss your prize into.

Wiping your hands on your clothes, you let out a sigh. Even though it should have been the opposite, for a normal person, you felt a weight lift from you. This was a catharsis. "Your turn, Captain." You walked past him towards Killer. "Try to impress me." Kid growled at your remark and immediately went to work on Giemsa, choosing blunt force as his tool.

It was hard to understand the flayed man, though you could make out him asking why Kid was now his torturer.

"Cuz ya fucked with me and my crew." Kid had the man encased in various metal pieces, crushing different parts of him as he pleased. "And based on what I've heard of ya, I can only guess what yer plans were with my girls." You could hear bones break from across the room.

Killer had his arms folded, watching the little show in front of him. "Nice technique."

You were sharpening the paring knife with a small whet stone, also borrowed from the kitchen. "Thanks," you grinned.

The blonde was definitely displeased with your use of kitchen tools. "You could have asked if we had any knives specifically for this."

"Oh yeah, Killer. Let me just ask for your finest torturing instruments." As if that was the weirdest thing that you could have done at this point. "You barely let me have my own weapon. AND I know the kitchen knives are way sharper."

"Not anymore." His voice was softer.

"Oh my god. Are you pouting?" It was in his tone. Cute.

"Don't push it. I didn't have to let you take them." Killer tilted his head. "I was curious about what you were gonna do."

"I told you I would make it up to you."

"You will."

His deep voice sent a shiver up your spine and you weren't mad at his threat. A particularly loud scream drew your attention back to Kid. "Don't kill him! That honor is mine, remember?" You got closer to see what he was doing. You could tell he overdid it. There were shards of metal sticking out of Giemsa everywhere and he was nearly unrecognizable with swelling and bruising. "Come on, Kid!" You pushed him exasperatedly. "He's practically dead!"

"But he's not!" Kid wiped his brow, getting rid of sweat, yet smearing deep red across it. "I held my end of the deal up."

"Barely."

"So-rry I don't have fancy knife skills like ya." He feigned an apology and snickered.

"Okay." You said, nodding irritatedly. "Then you're gonna learn." You handed him the kitchen knife, handle first.

Kid's eyebrows knit together. "Hah??"

You thrust the knife at him again. "Take it." He took it, an unsure look in his eyes. "Okay, now take the other half of his face off. You were watching how I did it." You folded your arms. Kid looked at you again and started to emulate what you had done. Killer had walked up, too, out of curiosity, to see how Kid would fare.

Kid cursed as the knife created a buttonhole in the skin he had tried to peel off. After a few more times, he threw his hands up. The man had little patience. "Are you happy? I tried."

"Uh-uh," you tutted. "You didn't want to stop before and you're not stopping now."A wry smile crept onto your face. "If I can't finish torturing him how I want, then you'll do." Before Kid was able to protest, you put your hand over his that was still gripping the knife, comically small in his huge hand. His arm was a lot longer than yours, putting you in a somewhat awkward position, pressed against his side. It was hard to ignore the smell of iron and sweat that radiated from him, not unpleasantly so. You tilted his hand slightly, "Your angle is wrong." The knife glided more smoothly, but it still snagged and punctured through the skin. Your usual admonishing tone was replaced with an encouraging one, "Too much force. Lighten up." You could feel Kid was tense under you. Your hand slid to his wrist and shook it until he relaxed. "That's better." You let his hand go, resting it on his shoulder next to your other hand. Once you saw he had the hang of it, you let him finish the job. Somewhat regretfully, you let go off his shoulder and stood back.

Kid was annoyed at first, you bossing him around. He only tried it initially to stop you from bitching at him. So what if he almost killed the guy, you wanted him dead anyway, and Kid wasn't used to sharing. When you put your hand over his, though, his thoughts were instantly clouded. Even more so, when he felt the rest of your body pressed up against his. He didn't even hear what you were saying, more focused on how your words tickled his neck than anything else. Kid was only shaken back to reality when you grabbed his wrist to get him to relax. He felt you lean on his shoulder, resting your chin on it while you were watching his progress. It was either the adrenaline or the testosterone pumping through his veins, maybe it was just you, covered in blood, with your sweet lips so close to his ear and your nails digging into his skin with every stroke of the knife, like you were enjoying it; either way he wanted to sling you over his shoulder and throw you on the bed in his cabin. Now, he watched you. After he had finished, it was your turn again, even though the poor excuse of a man was hanging onto life by a thread. Kid's eyes followed your grinning face as you took out your stupid gun/knife out and pressed it to the man's throat. A part of him wished he was the one under your burning gaze, maybe with a knife, maybe sitting on top of him. Slowly, you dragged the blade over Giemsa's throat. Instead of the red spray that was typical, there was a sad, red dripping line. The look you gave to Kid was withering as you stood in front of him, yelling something about how the guy's blood pressure was so low it wasn't even satisfying. His usual instinct was to yell something back at you, yet all he wanted to do was tangle his hand in your hair and devour your blood-stained body.

"Aw y'all look so precious torturing together," Killer was smirking under his mask, you could tell.

You didn't have a chance to voice your rebuttal before Kid bounced a bolt off his first mate's mask. "SHUT UP, KILLER."

Killer couldn't resist. It was an easy taunt. And judging from the way both you and Kid went red, well, it was hard to tell since both of your faces were spattered in blood, Killer was sure he would do it again. Kid was so cute when he got flustered. Killer couldn't blame him though; you were something else. Killer tried not to indulge himself in thoughts of you too often. He knew you would be a fleeting thing aboard the Victoria and he preferred to take his time getting to know someone. Pretty much the opposite of Kid, who liked to get to know someone starting at whatever hole he could get to first.

It was dusk when the three of you emerged on the deck. You hadn't realized how long you had been in there for. There wasn't a soul in white remaining on the marine ship. The only living occupants were the Kid Pirates looting it for maps, gold, and food. I'm hungry.

As if reading your mind, Killer asked his captain, "So are we going to feast tonight or what?" He was watching several crew carry kegs filled with some kind of alcohol, and crates of food fresh from the island you had just left.

"Fuck yeah," Kid replied enthusiastically.

As hungry as you were, you were not about to eat without washing the gore off. And you had some things you needed to get out of your mind, especially before drinking, namely Kid's scent and the way you could feel his muscles move under you. Both of those things were easier said than done. The first problem was every other girl had the same thinking as you, so all the showers were full. The second problem was that Kid was very hot and it was hard to banish certain thoughts you had about him, chiefly since you couldn't find a goddamn shower to quietly relieve that tension.

You paced the hallway, waiting for someone to finish up. "Other people have to shower too, you know!" You banged on the door.

"I know where there's a shower." You turned to see Kid smugly leaning against his doorframe.

You looked him up and down. "Not a chance." You couldn't take the bait that easily. You would never live it down.

He shrugged. "Suit yerself." Kid vanished into his cabin. He knew you would be back. After all, he had used his powers to turn on the showers and lock the door of the women's bathrooms. They had been long finished by now.

You paced for another 20 minutes before giving up. Fuck it. Sighing, you knocked on Kid's door. It opened almost immediately, like he'd been expecting you. "Can I use your shower?" You mumbled.

He put his hand to his ear, like he was waiting for you to say something else.

"Can I use your shower please, Captain?"

"Only because I'm so nice," He held the door open for you. "Ya know where it is."

You expected to be jumped, but Kid was busy looking at something on his desk, maybe one of the maps they had stolen. Your brows furrowed. You shrugged your jacket to the floor, sneaking a peek over your shoulder. Nothing. You opened the door to the bathroom but didn't close it, undoing your belt and kicking your pants off, as you leaned over to turn the water on. You could see in the reflection of the metal faucet that Kid still wasn't looking. It was making you a little mad. You didn't necessarily want him to be all over you, though now you were a bit offended that he wasn't. What? I'm not hot anymore? Another thought occurred to you. Did I go too far? He's turned off by what he saw me do?

Kid knew you were looking at him. He was pretending to look at a map, though he was actually trying to gauge your true interest in him. He was always the one that pursued you and sometimes under very dubious pretenses. But now he was genuinely curious. Did you want him? Of course he enjoyed when you struggled, because he knew you were into it, or you were eventually into it. After everything that transpired, he didn't want to accidentally overstep. It wasn't enjoyable if you weren't also enjoying yourself.

Now, you were standing in the doorway, stark naked and still nothing. Your eyes narrowed. Okay. I'll get his attention. One well-aimed shot did the trick.

Kid's head snapped up, finally looking at you. "WOMAN, ARE YA INSANE?" That was so close he could feel the heat from the bullet.

"You didn't even peek at me!"

Kid slammed his fist on the desk. "Gods, ya know I wanted to! I thought if I ignored ya, ya might put yer titties in my face or somethin! Not shoot at me!"

You shrugged. Yeah that's probably what a normal woman would do. "I guess." You walked over and stood in front of his desk, hands clasped behind your back.

"Don't ya fuckin act shy now! Ya shot at me and tried to seduce me."

A smirk tugged at the corner of your mouth. "I thought maybe..." You bit your lip. "I thought maybe I went a little... overboard earlier... and scared you off."

Kid threw his head back and laughed. "Are ya fuckin kiddin me? I'm Captain fucking Kid! It was the hottest thing I've ever seen." Kid stood up and started to undo his belts.

"No. Stop." You walked around the side of his desk and gently pushed him to sit back down. "Let me." You slid down between his knees, a little too eager to get past the obstacles between you and his dick. He helped you tug his pants down far enough to let his cock spring free, sucking in a sharp breath when you spit on it and took it in your hand. You knew you would gag if you tried to take the entire thing so you focused on the tip and used your hand for the rest.

Killer chose that moment to pop his head in, since the door was wide open. All he could see was Kid at his desk. "Hey, are you gonna get in?" He said thumb over his shoulder pointing to the shower. "Water's been on for a while."

Kid made some intelligible grunting noise.

Killer couldn't tell if that was a yes or no. "What?" He looked down at the floor, littered with your clothes, and back to Kid, who had his head tilted back. Killer was fairly familiar with that face. "You're gettin sucked off, aren't you?" He sighed. "Okay, well I'm gonna get in then." He started to close the door, mumbling about wasting hot water.

You heard Killer in the doorway ask Kid something, as you bobbed your head up and down. Remembering your promise to make it up to him for stealing his kitchen knives, you poked your head up. "You wanna join?"

Killer faltered for a moment before slamming the door, making you snicker.

Kid pushed your head back down. "Girlie, you're mine fer tonight. I ain't sharin," he growled, gripping your hair and making you go faster.

Your eyes were tearing up as his cock nearly made you choke every time he pushed your head down. Suddenly, he pulled you off him and up, pulling his legs closer together so you could comfortably sit on top of him. Kid was very obviously impatient as he grabbed your hips and pushed you down on his cock, filling you up in one swift motion. You buried your head into his head and moaned. His grip prevented you from grinding on him, which you desperately wanted to do, instead bouncing you up and down on him. With each downward motion, he was hitting your cervix. It was painful, but it was a good pain. You felt his tongue slide up the side of your neck, him moaning as he tasted the remaining blood and biting at your ear. You yelped but returned the favor, alternating biting at his neck and licking at the blood that was dried on it, from his shoulder to behind his ear. "You're disgusting," you breathily whispered. "I like that about you." Kid laughed between panting and lifted you up, slamming your back against the desk, him hulking over you. As you cried out, he bent down and shoved his tongue in your mouth. Both of you sucking at each other's tongues and biting at each other's lips. Your hands found his hair and tugged him closer to you. He swallowed every moan you gave up for him. The way your thighs gripped him tighter and tighter gave away how close you were.

"Hate me so much but yer little pussy can't get enough of me can it?" Kid teased. "Say it." Kid pressed his thumb into your clit.

"I h-hate you." You played dumb on purpose, defiantly smirking up at him.

Kid growled and closed his metal and on your throat. "No, the other thing," he hissed through clenched teeth, clearly trying to hold out.

"T-this..Nnnlittle," you couldn't think straight between his thumb rolling across your clit and the deep strokes he was pounding into you. "Fuck!" Your back involuntarily arched and heat filled your body, sending waves of shaking pleasure down to your curling toes.

The rhythmic clenching of your sopping wet pussy drove Kid over the edge. He wanted to stay buried in it, but he pulled out and sent ropes of hot cum to splatter across your body that was so beautifully laid out for him on his desk. The only thing that would be better was if the blood was still wet so he could really make a mess of you and smear it together with his cum. You both stayed like that until you caught your breath.

It sounded like Killer was done in the shower. He probably showered as fast as possible so he didn't have to hear Kid fucking you. Kid took off the rest of his clothes before slapping your tit and squeezing it. "Get yer ass in the shower. I'm tryna eat that pussy, too."

He didn't have to tell you twice and soon your back was pressed against the cool side of the shower, both your legs over Kid's shoulders. His tongue and fingers were unrelenting as he ripped another orgasm from you. You doubled over, gripping so tightly at his hair that your fingers were cramping, toes curling so hard that they were cramping, too. "Ah! F-fuck! Fuck!" Partly crying out from pleasure and partly crying out from pain. Kid finally let you down, stabilizing you with his arm when your legs refused to stop shaking.

He taunted you, "Poor brat can't even stand on her own."

"Shut up," you pushed his arm away. You started washing up, trying to get the dried blood out of your hair. Kid did the same. "Did I miss any spots?"

Kid looked you over and used his thumb to rub away something from your temple. "What about me?"

You looked at him with his wet, red hair plastered on his pale forehead. His appearance was so different without his lipstick and goggles. "Just your ugly-ass face." You flicked his crooked nose.

"Rotten, yer so lucky I'm hungry or I would fuck ya until ya lost yer voice from screamin so loud." Kid squished your cheeks in his hand. "Then ya couldn't run that smart mouth of yers."

You giggled at his threat, turning your head to his thumb and resting your lips on it, playfully taking it in your mouth and coming off it with a 'pop'. "What are you doing after dinner?" Your lust-filled eyes slid up to meet his.

When you both eventually emerged from below deck, everyone else was already deep into the festivities, and by festivities, you meant booze. Killer sipped through a straw and waved to Kid, leaning back in a chair. Everyone else was horsing around or stuffing their faces. You looked around and saw Heat beckoning you over. Next to him was Wire.

"I see you're friendly with the captain again." Heat casually observed. He was doing something with a bunch of bottles half-full of liquid.

You were surprised to see the marine ship still tethered to theirs. "Yeah, well, we were going over a map." You were certainly doing somethingover a map.

"Does that usually involve biting each other's necks?" Heat saw your glare and held his hands up. "Just askin. I don't know. I'm not a captain or anything."

Wire laughed at that.

"Fuck off, Heat." You laughed, touching your hand to your neck. You could heal them, but you really didn't care who saw or what they thought. Though you knew Quincy, Dive, and Emma would definitely give you a hard time. "Why is this thing still here?"

Heat was now stuffing rags into the tops of the bottles. "Every party needs a bonfire, Y/N." He handed you a few and lit the rags for you.

A grin split your face. "I see." You cocked your arm back and threw one bottle after the other towards the other ship.

Wire and Heat did the same next to you and a few others joined as well. When the other ship was fully engulfed, the ropes tethering it were cut. You leaned against the railing and watched it burn. The heat from the fire rolled over your face. It felt good. One down. Two to go. You sighed. What would you do now? Leave at the next island? Stick around? No one had asked you to leave or stay. You were dragged out of your thoughts, no, literally dragged, you noticed. There was a purple glow and you felt some kind of metal around your center. Kid. He set you on a bench between himself and Killer.

"Come sit with us, girlie," Kid slung his arm over your shoulders. "How does revenge feel?"

Killer set a mug down in front of you, complete with a straw like his. You took a long drink. "Feels even better with a lovely bonfire afterwards." The other ship was slowly drifting away. You turned back to Killer, who was taking things from his plate, like chicken bones, or other inedible scraps, and putting the under the table. You glanced under the table, already knowing what you would see, and looked back at him with a warmth in your eyes. Mini was happily munching on a pile of scraps that had been dumped at her feet, evidently placed there by not just Killer, but Heat and Wire, too, based on the cleanliness of their plates.

Killer scratched behind his neck. "Seems better than tossing it in the garbage." Killer hated wasting food.

You had wondered why Mini hadn't greeted you when you came on deck. Her heart had been swayed by chicken bones and apple cores. After eating your fill, you sat at the table and listened to Wire and Heat brag about who killed more marines. It was the most you heard Wire say so far. Kid joined the conversation, but instead of bragging about himself, he was telling them what you had done.

"Ya should have seen it! Maybe the next one ya can show em." Kid elbowed you in the side.

Both Killer and you lent a sideways glance to Kid. Next one?

Kid laughed. "She used Killer's good kitchen knives, too." He grabbed his friend's shoulder. "Probably only let her get away with it cuz she's got good-" It was your turn to elbow him. Hard.

"You talk too much when you're drunk." You got up from the table and went to find the girls. You wanted to hang out with them. If for no other reason than to avoid hear anything embarrassing come out of Kid's mouth. Just as you thought, they were unrelenting in their teasing when they saw the marks on your neck. "Whatever. At least I'm getting laid." You flipped them off. This started bickering between them when Emma was caught in a lie, claiming that she had, in fact, also gotten aid recently. Then Quincy started bitching about how there weren't many good options on board and she couldn't wait until they docked in another few days so they could hit the bar. You were in a fit of laughter as they started physically fighting, yanking each others' hair. You were all too distracted to notice Kid coming up and hoisting you over his shoulder.

It was the best night of sleep you had had since the first time you had slept in this bed. You were tangled in sheets and covered in red lipstick. Black sheets were a wise choice when you went to bed in red lipstick all the time, you supposed. Kid was in a deep sleep, snoring the house down. How you slept through that, you would never know. You stretched out and finally noticed the reason you had woken up: Killer was staring at you from the foot of the bed. You sat up quickly. "Uh, a 'good morning' would be less creepy."

He tossed a white piece of clothing at you. "Kitchen. 10 minutes." It was an apron.

You were still a little tired and sore from the night prior. But this intrigued you. You rushed out of bed, quickly washed up, and threw clothes on. Trying not to appear too eager, you went to the galley. "So am I making it up to you in this?" You gestured to the white apron.

Killer nodded. He walked up to you and adjusted the apron slightly. "Close your eyes."

You did as he asked. Killer was a bit of a mystery to you, but you thought he was probably kinky. You felt his hands at your waist, lightly positioning you in front of the counter. He put something in your hand and curled your fingers around it. It wasn't what you thought it would be. You opened your eyes. In front of you was a cutting board and some vegetables.

Killer was very amused by the confused expression on your face. "Get chopping, darlin." He started prepping some other things.

"What's this?"

"This is how you're making it up to me, line cook."

You blinked at him. "Are you serious? I thought..." Your face flushed. The mood soured for you as you realized you would not be getting any morning action.

Killer laughed. "You thought I was gonna fuck you."

"No!" It was hard to be mad at him when his laugh was so disarming.

"You did."

You channeled your frustration into chopping.

#hellllll yeah boy this might be my new favorite chapter #can't wait to hear yalls thoughts <3 #eustass kid #massacre soldier killer #one piece #marooned #kid x reader x killer #killer x reader #eustass kid x reader #holy shit I think this was 6k words

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Celestial Wedding (ZoLu X Reader) P6

Plot: Reader gets taken as revenge for Luffy and Zoro's defiance against the Celestial Dragons, they were just going to kill her to make an example but now theres a wedding????.

Warning: Bad language, Violence, blood, kidnapping, forced marriage and salivary.

Thank you to @herwritingartcowboy for the suggestion. Reader is Female and a gunslinger, Zoro X Luffy X Reader, Poly relationship, established relationship.

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Rosward was beyond pissed when he found out what shape you were in after your bath, bruises littered your body along with a black eye and a blood shot eye. "I told you not her face and arms" Charlos sat in a chair being scolded by his farther for disobeying him, the older man didn't care if you got hurt he just didn't want to have to do extra work in order to make you look presentable. You found it laughable though since Rosward wasn't lifting a finger, instead the two makeup artist where doing all the work making sure every bruise disappeared and very cut was covered as you sat on a stool looking into a vanity mirror. Your very impressed by their skills but you can tell they've done this kind of thing before which hurts a little. "I'm sorry Farther but you should have seen the disrespect she showed me, pushing me away and calling be disgusting, she deserved more than a beating" Charlos glared at the floor trying to reason with his farther who simply sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose "I'm not saying you shouldn't have taught her a lesson but i told you not her face or arms.... at least you didn't hurt her back which makes things a lot easier" Rosward turns and walks over to you as the two makeup artist bow and step away in order to inspect their work. Looking into the mirror he looks over your face the your arms, no cut or bruise to be found and thanks to the contact lens your blood shot eye looks normal. "Get her ready" The dragon orders looking over to the other wives and dress maker who bow at him.

Charlos stands as his farther gestures for his son to follow, the young dragon runs his hand over your shoulders giving you a sick smile before leaving, you managed not to pull away form his touch and keep your eyes on yourself in the mirror. With the makeup artists and the two dragons gone you let yourself relax a little "Come dear, the dress is ready" The dress maker offers you her hand which you take while standing up, following her over to a corner full of mirrors she makes you face them as she gets you ready with the help of the other girls. Emi who used to be a hair dresser before she became a slave did your hair up in a bun before adding a band around it with white and gold flowers on them. You watched with tired eyes as the pink slightly see through dress was put on you, piece after piece until it was all done, the dress maker puts on the finishing touches as Sakura and Marie add the veil over your bun making sure it's in place before stepping away. Sakura places a hand on your arm as a sigh of comfort before leaving and sitting with the other girls, Jae walks over and hands you a bouquet of white and pink Magnolia flowers with golden leaves. "There we go, what do you think?" The dress maker asks stepping back to admire her handy work, You knew the answer she was looking for but you just couldn't give it to her. The dress was too raveling, your back and arms on full display and if its weren't for the white embroidery on your chest then your chest would be on display as well.

The dress was tight trying to push your waist and hips tighter to make you look thinner, it was a dress you couldn't fight easily in but you did like your hair. Not getting an answer form you, the dress maker sighs and takes your hand "Come on, we need to do the rest of your makeup and before getting approval" You nod as Jae takes the flowers off you so you can lift the bottom of your dress up as you walk back to the vanity and sit down "You'll have to learn to walk without lifting it dear" The dress maker sighs but decides to not push you, letting you sit down and making sure the veil is out of your face so Claire can do your makeup. "I need to leave to get a few more things but I'll be back" The dress maker nods heading out of the room as Claire sits down next to you and starts adding some mascara and lip stick "Where you a make up artist before this?" You ask trying to get your mind off things but the girl shakes her head "No, i just have the steadiest hand" The girl smiles a little as she lines your lips, Sakura walks over and places her hands on your shoulders trying to comfort you "You look beautiful" She states with a small sad smile, tears well up in your eyes but you lift your head up to try and stop them only because you don't want Claire's work to go to waist. "It's ok, We're here" Claire takes your hand after putting the lipstick down and grabbing a tissue letting you hold it under your eyes to stop any tears that might slip out.

Your chest hurts as you try to feel for Luffy's or Zoro's aura but you can't feel it, their not close enough yet but you know they will come for you. "I wish it was them" You let out a shaky breath not intending to say those words out loud, Sakura wraps her arms around your shoulder and gives you a hug from behind "I know sweetie... I know" Even though she has no idea who your talking about she know the pain your in, marrying someone you don't love and against your will is hard but being pulled away form the one you really love makes things much worse. The other girls walk over trying to comfort you and stop the tears that are now steaming out your eyes, it took you a while to clam down feeling numb after your crying session but at least you didn't do too much damage to your make up. "Sorry Claire" You sigh as the girl fixes your eye shadow and mascara "It's ok, we understand" The girl nods finishing her work and taking your hand in hers. The door opening gets all your attention the dress maker and Rosward walking in followed by some other servants and guards, the dragon motions for you to stand which you do while turning to face the man, stepping closer he looks you over lifting your chin up to get a better look at your face "She won't need the jewelry" Rosward turns to the dress maker who nods with a bow holding the box she had close to her chest, he steps away form you and places an apple on the side table "Eat, i don't want you collapsing at the alter" The dragon states before leaving his servant's and the dress maker following him.

The guards stand outside the door as you take the apple on the side table and look it over, its small and your more than hungry since you haven't eaten since the feast on the Sunny but you haven't seen the other girls eat at all since you've been here. Walking over to the Vanity you look around for something you can use to break the apple apart, "What's wrong?" Emi stands walking over to you wondering why your not eating the apple yet, "Do you have a hair pin?" you ask her earning a confused look but the girl goes into a draw and hands on to you watching as you put the end where the stork of the apple is and grab a compact case slamming it down on the pin. "What are you doing?" Sakura whispers watching the door with wide eye's hoping the guards don't come in "It's ok" You whisper back as you grab the split apple and start making 9 pieces, they were small but you hand one to Emi who hesitates before taking it "I'm not eating unless you do" You state walking over to the other girls and hands the pieces of apples out. The girls didn't hesitate to take a piece and eat it clearly hungry and in need of food, walking up to Sakura she shakes her head and pushes it away "I can't, it's for you not us" she states only for you to smile and hold the piece of apple back out to her "I didn't hear him say my name... if you don't eat, i don't eat" You laugh a little watching as her eyes fix on the piece of apple, taking it Sakura smiles up at you starts to eat it. You wait until she's done before eating your own worried that she'll force herself to stop half way threw "Thank you" Emi smiles walking over and giving you a hug which you gladly return.

With the red port in sight Luffy lets a big smile show while he stands on the sunny's head, even though there are many marine ships around he knew his crew could take them on "The cannons ready again" Franky yells out after refilling the sunny, the cannon takes a lot of energy and Cola in order to work, but they had to use it in order to make a dent in the amount of ships "Everyone ready?" Luffy yells raising his arms up in the air "Yea" The crew yells out behind him ready to take on the marines and get you back "Lets goooooooo" The captain yells jumping off the sunny's head as its mouth opens and the cannon comes back out. Blue light shoots out splitting the sea apart and destroying several ships announcing their arrival, once the blue light fades the Sunny sails through the destroyed ships getting close enough to the port for most of the crew to jump off. The only two staying behind being Franky who needed to refuel the ship for when they leave and Robin whose job was to protect the sunny. Landing on the red dock the crew rushes forward making use of the sudden attack distracting the marines to run for the elevators but unlucky for them some marines seem to be ready for them. Fighting their way through their advancement starts to slow down, the marines surrounding them, Luffy growls and stops in his tracks his crew stopping behind him. The marines charge thinking this is their chance only for Luffy to let out a blast of conqueror's haki, kicking out the marines around them.

A few marines who where mainly on the outside manages to keep standing but two large marines in white coats stepped closer, both vice admirals "Straw hat. You won't get past us" The one with very tall back hair and two swords glares at the captain and his crew "We'll crush you" The other being a giant with a large red hat pulls out his giant sword, Nami and Usopp's eyes widen at the large vice admirals both reconnoitering the two and their ruthless nature towards pirates. Vice admiral John giant who fought against whitebeard in marineford and Vice admiral Strawberry, a man who doesn't hesitate to bring back a slave who ran away even if it's a child. "We don't have time for you two" Zoro yells standing next to his captain his swords gripped in his hands, John lets out a booming laugh before charging forward and swinging his sword down only to be blocked by Zoro's sword and Sanji's kick "We got this, you two go ahead" Sanji yells out knowing time if of the essence, Zoro helps push the big sword away before growling at the cook. Even though he hates being told what to do by the blonde he can't help but agree since your more important at the moment. "Thanks Sanji, Zoro lets go" Luffy yells out running past the large giant "Your not getting past me" John yells swinging his sword trying to hit the two but a sudden chill goes up his spine as Brook walks past the giant while humming lightly and slams his sword back into its sheath "Thee Verse Humming: Arrow Notch Slash" John yells out in pain as a large slash appears across his chest.

Strawberry sighs and shakes his head seeing his fellow vice admiral having trouble "Really? your finding it hard to take down these low life's" The man glares readying his two swords and swinging them at Luffy and Zoro who are heading his way "Out of our way" The two yell Zoro's sword clashing with strawberry's while Luffy hardens his fist and punches the other their clash sending a shock wave around sending any marines who deiced to run in and help to fly back. Pushing each other away Luffy and Zoro land on the ground glaring at the vice admiral who's panting while gripping his swords "Exploding star" Usopp yells out firing a shot at the two sword man hitting him in the face, the ball exploding upon impact, With Sanji and Brook taking on John the others where able to get past and help Luffy and Zoro. "Get to the elevators" Chopper yells jumping over the two and popping a rumble ball "Arm point" changing from a small deer into a tall muscular deer, Chopper punishes Strawberry as his face come out of the cloud of smoke and goes to slash at the deer but is forced into the floor by Chopper's strength. Seeing their chance Luffy nods at Zoro the two running off heading right for the elevator with Nami in toe. "Damn it" John yells swinging his large sword at Sanji who manages to dodge it while Brook swings slashing the giants leg. Strawberry gets up groaning as his head bleeds, his eyes go right to Luffy seeing how close he is to the elevators.

Chopper runs at the vice admiral going to kick him to stop him from standing up only for Strawberry to throw one of his swords at the elevator strings, the reindeer tries to grab it only to be kicked away by the vice admiral using the distraction to his advantage. "Look out" Usopp yells to his friend's while firing a shot into the marines around them that have decided its now a good time to join the fight. He couldn't do anything as the sword spins through the air and slices through the wires of the elevators, loud snapping and metal bending fills the air as the sword sicks into a building nearby. Luffy stops in his tracks seeing the elevator falling to the ground, knowing the three aren't going to get out of the way in time he grabs Zoro and Nami jumping away. Crashing sounds and black smoke fills the air once the large ship for an elevator crashes to the floor along with some gears and equipment. Rolling out of the way Nami clings to Luffy while Zoro pushes out of his captains grip to slice through a piece of metal that was heading their way spiting it in two so it avoids hurting the three. Panting Nami sits up and looks at the now destroyed elevator, piece of metal scattered around and the wires falling to the floor, her heart sinks in her chest knowing that was their only way up. They didn't think the marines would do this, they though it would be protected at all costs, but they where wrong.

Luffy's eyes widen as he looks over the mess but stands on his feet and fixes his hat trying to look for another way, his first thought was to stretch his arm up to the top, but he couldn't even see the top, the wires that dangled were starting to unravel and fall to the floor so it didn't seem like a good option to hold onto them or climb up them. With a gulp Luffy clenches his fists trying to think of a way around this but nothing came to mind in that moment. "Is there another way?" Zoro yells looking back at Nami who uses her staff to help her stand up, her legs a little shaky, but she manages to give the swordsman a sad look before looking back at the ground. Zoro could tell by her face alone that there wasn't another way, a feeling of dread looming over him as his eyes went back to the destroyed elevator. Snapped out of their thoughts Strawberry goes flying into John who both tumble and crash into a building, Chopper managing to kick the vice admiral off him and throw him into the giant. The reindeer yells at the two unable to control his anger and worry over what just happened, the thought of losing you hurt all of them but at least they had a way to get to you but now there was no way up, there was no way of getting too you. "What about Franky?" Brook yells out as he takes down a few marines that try to step in "Even i know there's not enough materials for that" Sanji calls back kicking some marines away before joining the others all trying to regroup, so they can figure out a new plan.

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