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He Chose You (Pt. 13)

Lucifer/Reader: Lucifer chooses you to be the mother of his child. Rated E for Explicit.

“This is just a dream.” Your words came out in a tangled string, altogether as air being forced out of a balloon. You partially sagged as well, instinctively locked muscles loosening again after you’d realize there was another person next to you on the beach.

She was beautiful, as always, with long silver-blonde hair and violet eyes cut into a soft face. You froze for the briefest instant at the fact that her tall, Amazonian body was clothed, but dreams never followed the rules.

With your arms out wide, you reached for the woman that had appeared beside you on the beach. “Right? Is it just a dream? L… like the ones before?”

You wanted it to be true. The swell of hope rose within you like the tide at your feet, but it was tainted by something that shook you and made your heart race.

The truth was like oil leaking through and into your bloodstream, sticking to your veins until it couldn’t be ignored any longer. Until it made you feel sick and trapped inside your own skin.

“Right?”

The serene expression on Eve’s face gave way and rendered her heartache. She looked at you with violet eyes gone glassy for a long, long moment.

Eve shook her head slowly. “No.”

—

The realm-traversing portal opened up amidst rolling clouds without much fanfare. Lucifer’s eyes snapped shut as he was accosted by piercing white light on all sides when he stepped out of it.

“Ugh.” The blond blinked rapidly, trying in vain to adjust to the shift from dark red to blinding light. “It’s like crashing into the sun...”

Heaven’s gates came into focus.

“… while it’s going supernova.” Lucifer finished, muttering as he took a moment to shake out his sleeves.

He stayed in place, readjusting his clothes while his wings folded back behind him. Heaven loomed on the horizon, only a short walk away. A fact that was eroding the King’s resolve with each passing moment.

Lucifer swallowed, straightening his bow tie.

He wanted to turn back.

It had been many millennia since he’d stepped foot anywhere near what was once his home; and in spite of the time and the distance, Lucifer could feel dread creeping up on him. The memory of being pushed and plummeting down, down, down into fire and brimstone came to him as if it had happened yesterday.

Lucifer glanced down, anticipating the rise of molten rock and plumes of smoke as he headed straight into the Earth’s core.

He was still standing, hands shaking so hard that his apple cane was tapping against the slow yet merrily rolling clouds.

The former angel closed his eyes again, inhaling deeply to steel himself.

This was for you. He needed to know that you were exactly where you were supposed to be.

This was for you.

He’d do anything for you.

Another breath. Lucifer stepped out from behind the clouds and onto the golden path that led to you. Just a few feet away and the blond tried to keep his eyes level with the gate itself, purposefully avoiding the all-knowing symbol above.

A very bored-looking angel was flicking through the pages of what Lucifer assumed to be a reservation list. He couldn’t quite put a name to the face, as unless St. Peter had dyed his hair and grown a good deal of scruff on his chin, this was someone totally new to the gig.

Lucifer grimaced, wondering if this was a boon or not.

“Excuse me!” Lucifer called up.

“Ah!” The angel squawked. “Oh! Shi-I mean—!”

He fumbled with the book, accidentally crumpling a page mid-flick. Lucifer waited, tapping his foot nervously while the gatekeeper pulled himself together.

Finally, he smacked both hands against the book, using it as leverage to lean over and get a better look at the new arrival.

“My apologies! Welcome to He-Hâ€¦” Pupils shrunk to mere pinpricks within the angel’s eyes upon catching sight of the newest ‘arrival’.

‘Oh fuck, okay.’ Lucifer lamented, posture sinking as he readied himself for a shitstorm.

His wings stretched out once more, and Lucifer glided up as stealthily as possible. The angel reeled back upon his approach, horror-struck, while the blond met him face-to-face.

“Yes! Hello there Mmmm—”” Lucifer squinted at the name tag pinned to the angel’s chest. “Matthias! Wonderful to meet you! Unless we’ve met before, in which case I apologize! It’s been quite a while since I’ve been up rather than down. Heh.”

Matthias continued to stare, jaw practically hanging off his face. “Y-you—you’re-!”

Lucifer’s smile waned like a melting candle. He drummed his fingers against the table top and cleared his throat.

“Right.” Lucifer continued. “So, anyway, I’m here just to say ‘hi’ to a very special someone, and I would be eternally grateful if you could help me out with that.”

He waited a full minute, watching Matthias shake like a leaf. It left Lucifer torn between irritation and anxiety.

“Look, I’m not here to make waves.” He tried again. “I’ve done that enough for an immortal lifetime! And you know that, clearly.”

He chuckled, pulling at his collar. “I’m not asking for much. If anything, I’m actually doing my due diligence as far as Heaven is concerned and what’s that you got there? Is that a flip phone? Didn’t know they made those anymore. Who’re you dialin-”

“PETER!” Matthias screeched into the dated device. Lucifer’s whole body flinched at the sheer volume.

“Wait, no, no, no!” Lucifer panicked, arms flapping to regain Matthias’s attention.

Matthias continued to rear back until he’d fallen off the podium, and he barely managed to remember his own wings before hitting the ground.

“Peter!” He cried. “Come back! We have a situation here!”

“No we don’t!” Lucifer tried to butt in. “He’s being ridiculous Peter. Don’t listen to him!”

“You need to get back here now! No, now!” Matthias snapped the phone shut and kept aloft a good distance from the King of Hell.

He then made the sign of the cross, of all things.

“Stay back!” The angel yelped. “I’m warning you I-I-I’ve been abstinent for over a hundred years and it didn’t break me! Neither will you, foul Tempter!”

Lucifer stopped, lips peeling back as if he’d just sucked a lemon.

“Okay, I didn’t need to know that.” Lucifer said, floating closer. “Look, maybe you didn’t get what I was saying, I’m just—”

“I said stay back!”

Lucifer groaned, running a hand down his face. “Fuck me for thinking Heaven learned to listen.”

—

You felt lighter as you made your way back into the cityscape of Heaven, although your heart was truly aching.

There was no use in staying hidden in the trees, but as you crossed back into the modernized version of paradise, you vowed to return. Unless Eve herself decided to make another reappearance and join the rest of her angelic peers.

Speaking of which…

Wandering had led you back to the center of the town, and you noticed that it lacked an angel or two… hundred.

“Where is everyone?” You asked the empty air. Not a soul stirred at your inquiry, but you stared at the cafe on your left.

The majority of cafe tables hadn’t been bussed. You peered at the plates of half-eaten pastries and teacups, noting that more than one was still full and steaming.

“There you are!”

The unmistakable voice of Emily put a stopper in your confusion. “Where have you been? I was so worried!”

The holy woman hovered before you, unable to stay still as her wings beat against the air frantically. You frowned.

“Hey Emily.” You responded slowly, your brain still picking up the inconsistencies. “Do you know where everyone is?”

The angel shook her head, staggering you as she instantly took your arm and plucked you from the ground like a flower.

“Woah! Hold on, wait a second!” You choked on your own saliva in surprise. You struggled to pry her delicate hands off of you as you were dragged through the air. “Emily! What’re you doing?”

“You have to come quickly!” Emily exclaimed.

“Let me go!” You demanded.

You gawked when she just sped up. Emily raced through the empty town center with you dangling behind her, until she had taken you out into the open air. The gate into Heaven rose above all else as you fast approached it.

—

A crowd had amassed from the city pavilion to stand and watch, aghast at the scene before them. Some cowered in their places while others edged closer to whatever was happening on the other side of the gate.

People were still floating in as Emily rocketed toward the front. You had no choice but to follow her lead, windswept hair falling in your eyes and mouth. You spat as you were planted on solid foundation again, and jostled forward by a no less overwrought Emily.

You parted your hair like curtains, expression already screwed up and twisted in anger. You looked up and over your shoulder at the angel nervously chewing on her lower lip.

“Excuse my language but what the hell is going on?” You bit out. Ugh, hair still caught on your tongue.

Emily didn’t deign to give you any answers beyond a hand raised, finger pointing ahead. Her gesture made you scoff, though you let your curiosity get the better of you.

The last thing you expected to see was a squad of angels in pastel blues and whites, brandishing technological spears at Lucifer fucking Morningstar.

“Please, everyone, there’s absolutely no need for any of this!” Lucifer’s tone was an odd mix of disarming and pacifying.

He was bowed over, arms held out in a bid for calm. It was only met with more hostility, as several of the spears pointed at him sizzled with visible electricity.

“Spare us your lies, Serpent. And be gone.” One of the aggressors spoke, sporting a remarkably deep voice despite his youthful appearance. A chorus sounded behind the creature, shouts of ‘be gone’ and ‘back to hell’ resounding until the pounding of your heart drowned it all out.

Your breath came up fast and shallow, the capacity to rationalize long gone at the sight of the Devil.

You’d just accepted the loss of him, had exposed the wound he had left behind in your soul to the open air and grieved the lesson it taught you. Death had parted you both and you had been preparing to accept it, no alternative left to contemplate.

“Lou...”

Mouth open, you tried to formulate your thoughts into words. You were coming up short, voice cracking and striped like a dying animal.

“Lucifer.”

You went ramrod straight, electricity enveloping your sight. He staggered.

“LUCIFER!”

Pain lanced through him, but Lucifer only had eyes for you. You, calling his name and racing forward to grapple with the bars of Heaven’s gate. You, beautiful and glowing and real again.

The King stood up, gripping the spear that had made contact with him only moment’s ago and throwing it off. Gabriel fell to the wayside like a swatted fly, his squad of soldiers swarming around to try and right him.

They might as well have ceased to exist as Lucifer moved toward you. Heaven ceased to exist altogether, as soon he was close enough to take your outstretched hands.

“You’re here.”

***

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Prompt: "Will You Marry Me?" - Proposal Headcannons Characters: Everyone :) Part(s): Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia, Pomefiore(Here!), Ignihyde, Diasomnia(Pt.1)(Pt.2) Fandom: Twisted Wonderland Warning(s): None. I mean, unless you don't want to marry any of them. Just don't read if that's the case. Note: May have overdone it. Also, I'm a bit rough with my french. It's been 2 years, go easy on me.

There is a word for this young man. A term that has always been a one-way thing in his past. A noun that he has experience being the target of, and not the one it is describing.

Whipped. Oh, dear heavens, Vil is whipped for you. The thought both entices him and sends a shiver of distaste down his spine. Why? Because, my dove, in recognizing that he is whipped he is also acknowledging that he is dependent. Reliant. No longer the boss a** queen who needs nobody other than himself. The man the world knows him to be but this schoolboy crush has progressed to borderline infatuation.

Let us do a little synopsis of this downfall. A summary, if you will. An exploration of this Schoenheit's thought process as his prospective future melded from being Twisted Wonderland's resident supernova, to a domestic fantasy that would make his past self vomit.

It all began with a little birdy falling into a nest of snakes. Lost, alone, scared, weak - they slowly melted the hearts of everyone they came in contact with. Vil watched from the sidelines in interest. Not enough to investigate because *why* would he place his time in the hands of prey. It would be an utter waste.

Albeit so...Vil recognizes potential when he sees it. Not unlike himself, they took the hand they were dealt and carved a path to the top. He could respect that ... until there was a collision that threatened his own plans. Suddenly their oddities were no longer amusing and instead a hindrance. Like rain. Nice at the start, but the muddy aftermath never pleases.

And muddy his life became indeed. He became the villain he always disliked. Wretched and old. Completed his self-fulfilling prophecy...and somehow lost it all, yet gained something new in such a short span of time. He was no hero in the story, had no life-changing epiphany, yet somehow it felt different. For a brief moment, he was the fairest of them all to that little birdy. Despite his venom and scales, he was the fairest.

It dawns him that they both are not as alike as he once thought. He was playing a game of chess against someone playing checkers.

The oddity turned hindrance now became an object of interest. He started to watch them again and to approach as well. He wanted to bloom the potential he saw in them. Letting it go to waste would be neglectful on his part, so he would shelter them during their time in this den.

Or so he told himself.

While they could never make it to his level...the little birdy was morphing into a beautiful dove right before his very eyes. All without his help or a need for change. He never felt so desperate to be needed by someone else.

The object of interest becomes an object of affection. He doesn't want to recommend new potions, fashion, workouts, skincare routines - he wants to do them with you. He wants to sit in a rosewater bath together and talk about the day. He wants to be chided for wearing a sleepmask, blocking your view of his eyes at night. He wants to go on a morning jog together and share breakfast. To have you on his arm as he walks the carpet at premiers - brighter than any other accessory his stylist could choose. He wants to kiss your pulse points and smell his perfume on your skin. He wants to share clothes and give the press something to gossip about. He wants to love this little birdy who has always been a dove.

And he gets this fantasy. He has it for years but there is always an underlying gnaw beneath his skin that it is going to end - which he is prepared for initially. He does not do anything half-effort and dating you is not taken lightly - but he is prepared until he does not want to be. Until the possibility of splitting up is unfathomable and he can't imagine not having all the little moments that now he has become so...

Reliant. Whipped.

He initially wants you to propose to him, and hints at it frequently. How glorious would he look dressed in white, no? Which do you like better, black forest cake or almond chip? Oh dear...these tulips would make such a lovely Boquete for a bride...

You are either too dense to understand his hints (unlikely, considering you have years of practice) or he needs to take initiative. Well, if it is a proposal you want then it is a proposal you will get.

He stages it under the guise that he needs a partner for a photoshoot. Specifically for a wedding magazine. You, thinking this is another one of his blatant hints, comply to his pleasure. He calls in a contact from one of the magazines he has modeled for before and asks if they would like an inclusive - never before seen- scoop. Aka. to photograph his proposal and feature it on their front cover. With his reputation, the offer is accepted readily and they agree to set up the shoot with whatever theme he wishes. He goes traditional - set in a gothic chapel that is decorated with red and purple floral adornments. The works for a proposal with a dark vintage twist.

That morning, he leaves before you to handle a separate modeling gig. With a kiss to your wrist, he is gone and off to make sure that everything is perfect for when you arrive later on. Photographers know him for his tenacity, but none have ever seen Vil so anal over small details. Every ribbon must be perfect, there must be both black AND white rose petals spread along the walkway. You must be photographed in rose-tinted lighting, so the camera should face towards the biggest piece of stained glass.

When you arrive, you are escorted to hair and makeup in a whirl. The scene is a blur and you're decked head to toe in white. Gothic lace as far as the eye can see...and when you are finally allowed to enter the chapel, Vil stands haloed by his arranged decorations - waiting for you to join him.

"Stunning, my dear. You look absolutely stunning. A sight I will have etched in my thoughts for many nights to come..." he takes your hand, and signals for the cameramen to get ready. They instruct you both to pose as a couple taking their vows. The camera clicks once, and then Vil gets down on one knee.

You think it's part of the act and that he is improvising. Well, until he pulls out a ring from his breast pocket. One that is a sharp contrast from the dark atmosphere and obviously not a prop.

"Alas, my patience runs dry. I can no longer wait for you..." he begins, and takes your hand in his. Another click echoes in the room, "with this ring, I make you mine. There will be no escape. No lies or uncertainties. I am already yours. I have been for many, many years. Will you finally join me in matrimony?"

{Black Opal. Staring into the gem puts any viewer in a trance. It sucks them in with bright swirls - hypnotizing. It is so beautiful with its intricate pattern, yet at a distance it appears solely black. We often narrow complex things down to one-note interpretations. Do with this information what you will}

Our man of mystery likes to keep things fresh. He loves the thrill of the chase. The anticipation. The adrenaline.

There is no better game of cat and mouse in life than romance. At every stage there are twists and turns that one can never predict. Each day brings new surprises and events! At least, that is what Rook believes a relationship should entail. No partnership should ever feel the lull of comfort...no-no. There must always be a little spice and sweetness around every corner to keep the relationship alive.

At your side, Rook does not doubt his beliefs for a second. You are like a magnet for attention and rightfully so. Out of all the people he finds interesting...you are the most tantalizing to observe. He finds himself following your every movement early on. Long before you began to enter his personal bubble, you were rare prey for the hunt. Otherworldly, full of secrets, attentive, attractive, enticing - he had his mark set so firm that he would have watched you even without Vil's order.

Nothing is missed under his fond scrutiny. Rook is the first to notice small things, like if you trimmed your hair or sewed new buttons on your blazer. He has your walking pace memorized to match when he is at your side. He knows your favorite meals in the dining hall, your habitual seat in the library, how to read your body language, what your favorite treats are and when you like to have them - his knowledge is so extensive that it's up to you if it is considered sweet or creepy. Rook's affections are often teetering the line with infatuation; however, he is not controlling or weird about it. He simply is a romantic who feels the need to know the ins and outs of the person he will give his heart to.

If that includes protecting you from ill-mannered heathens and appearing out of thin air to catch you if you trip? Well, best not question where he comes from. Just know that you have a second shadow. He will only become worse when his affections are returned. You may feel the need to set ground rules for how he can behave in public. Loud declarations of compliment and suggestive topics will not be reigned in otherwise. He is a lover and a fighter. Remember that.

There will come a day that Rook feels you are ready to marry him. Yes, specifically you. He was ready very early on, likely because pining for so long (while exciting) was a chase that gave him plenty of time to learn what he wants. Any time spent waiting was merely for your sake. Only when he notes your fondness towards the idea of marriage does he create a series of tests to ensure your desires. Things like leaving a wedding magazine on the counter to see your reaction, and taking you for a romantic boat ride that just so happens to be a hotspot for couples on their honeymoon. He also mentions the topic in his flirtations more often, to see if you'll respond in kind or shy away. He is a thorough man, if anything.

Oddly enough, he takes a reserved approach for proposing. He uses poetry, which is not unlike him considering how he loves to speak with flourishes. In his heart Rook would love to set up an elaborate event to propose. Something exciting, like a train mystery or a scavenger hunt. Yet some things do not need to be active to be thrilling. Marriage is a delicate act, so it is with a delicate hand that he pens a book of poetry over the course of nineteen days. On each day, he writes one poem to describe one reason he wants to marry you. The first letter in the title of each poem corresponds to a hidden message that you will have to decipher. He does not tell you either of these things.

He hands the book off to you with a cunning grin, and says that it is up to you to find the hidden meaning. If you can, then he will give you a 'special prize'. If you ask the occasion, he offers one of his closed-eye grins and claps his hands. 'Because why not?' He'll say, and it's enough to pacify because it is such a Rook way of thinking that you don't question it.

No matter how long it takes, he waits. He'll watch you analyze each poem and pout for an answer - one he refuses to give. It's all in the chase, after all. He can be patient. All good things come to those who wait.

One cold afternoon, he finds you curled up on the couch in your shared home. A blanket around your shoulders, a hot drink, and the book nestled in your lap. Nothing out of the usual...aside from the pen in your hand hovering over a notebook. Silent as a mouse, he hovers over your shoulder to take a peek and smirks at what has you so miffed.

"Ah...I take it you have words for me, mon coeur. Are they perhaps about a certain mystery?" You jump, and slam the notebook shut before turning around. His eyes crinkle in delight at the sight - his well waited prize. The flush of your cheeks suggest you solved the puzzle and the sweat on your brow shows that you know he knows. Rook rounds about the couch in an instant and crouches on his knees in front of you. He takes your notebook, opens it, and displays the words 'Will You Marry Me?' for you. "Is this your answer? Are you confident?" You nod, avoiding his eyes and he grabs your chin to face him. With a hum of approval, he tips off his hat to pull out a wooden box. In the box is a ring, and he effortlessly slips it onto your finger without asking permission. "Mon moitié...mon trésor. Je te chérirai. Je t'aimerai. Je ne te laisserai jamais partir. Avec cette bague, je suis à toi jusqu'à ce que la mort nous sépare…"

{A large pearl, nested between two emeralds, and a pure gold band. In Rook's eyes, the ring should compliment the wearer. It is the accent piece to your beauty. It should be comfortable, so you never have reason to remove it. In addition to this, it should also serve as a reminder that he is always looking for you. The pearl represents his untainted affection, and the two emeralds are his all-seeing eyes. He hopes this ring brings feelings of comfort and safety}

He is beauty, he is grace, he will punch you in the face - unless you're the object of his affections. Then you get a get out of jail free card. One use. Reinstated every time his heart skips a beat.

Our young lad is a bit of an unpredictable case when it comes to his emotions. Growing up in a small town like Harveston, there was no one his age to spend time with. NRC became his first exposure to people his age, and that made you his first love by default. He wasn't looking for it, didn't have any way to identify it, and frankly he disliked the emotions at first for various reasons. There is a lot to unpack here.

As everyone knows, Epel has a feminine appearance. The exact opposite of how he feels inside. The frilly clothes his dorm makes him wear do nothing to fix that - and now there is this tingling feeling in his chest that takes away his thought process? No. Just no. Not welcome at all. He needs his wits to make up for his unassuming appearance, and he ain't going to have some stranger twisting that about just because they're a bit attractive. Every apple tastes sweet until you try another kind - he says to himself.

He lets it fester for some time and actively avoids you. He sees the hurt in your eyes at his offput demeanor, but can't do much about it. It's your fault if you want to put yourself out there when everyone knows he's not the biggest talker.

Unfortunately...you stick around. Being in his academic year means that most of your classes align, and eventually your friend group does as well. There is no getting around you, and it doesn't take long for other people to connect the dots. Any chance at him getting a tougher reputation were ruined before they even began.

Eventually his resilience runs out and he gives in. Except now we have reason two - he has no chance with you. Zip. Nada. How Lovely.

Why the h*ll would ya go for this country bumpkin with the social skills of a rock? You'd be crazy to an' he ain't going to put himself out for heartbreak.

Now he's stuck humming love tunes and making carved apples of your face because he has years of pining built up with no outlet. It's pitiable, which makes him seethe because he can't do nothin' about it. Rook teased him once after finding Epel making yet another carving while laying in bed, and barely missed getting an apple to the head. The splattered remains of his fruit art on the wall spoke more than any threat could.

Point being, he is emotionally stunted and so he does not ever confess. Not until you do, that is. In that moment all class flew out of his body and he reverted to the socially challenged boy he was before enrolling at NRC. An extremely rare sight for anyone to see...he cringes thinking back on it. When you first said your feelings, he thought you were pulling a prank and got pissed. When he processed that you were serious, Epel lost control of himself and just blurted his thoughts out like a child.

Which is why his proposal is going to be different. It *has* to be different. This time, he'll be the one to ask you and he'll be prepared to avoid any mess ups. He refuses to be one-upped for such an important moment. This time you will be the flustered mess, and he will be the collected one.

To do this, he chooses to propose back in Harveston where he is most in his element. You'll both stay with his family on a weekend vacation in autumn, which meant there would be plenty of open land to arrange for something nice. Not to mention nice scenery from all the fallen leaves and orchards being in bloom. After a long talk with his family, he'd arrange to take you on a day tour of the land on horseback. Basically flaunt all of his farmboy knowledge for a confidence boost, and at the end of the night he'd light a campfire. With some warm cider, the noises of the night, and calm warmth of the hearth - he'd propose. It was almost perfect. *Almost*.

A simple ring feels too disconnected for Epel, and anything extravagant is too expensive considering the family farm's financial state. So, he decides to make it extra special by carving the ring box himself. Wood isn't that much different than apples...

On the first night he decides to work on some finishing touches after you've gone to sleep, and sits on the front porch to widdle away at the design. Like he does when carving apples, he hums a tune into the night as he focuses. Thoughts of the next day making him a bit louder and more excitable than usual - which, unfortunately wakes you up.

The front door opens and he pays it no heed, thinking it's one of his parents coming out for some fresh air. When you plop down next to him and look at the box - well, to say the earth shattered would be an understatement.

"Why aren't you sleepin'?!" His heart hammers and he tries to hide the box under one of his legs. The reaction being too late, since you already got a good look at it. You quirk an eyebrow at his haste, and a mischievous glint twists in your eye. Without warning, you fight him to see what's behind his back. 'What'cha got there Epel~ Why you so embarased huhu~' you tease and his ears flush a deep red. "It's nothin'! Mind your own buisness" 'Well clearly it's something' "I said it's not for you! Get your hands off me," 'Oh? I thought you liked my hands on you~ It looked like a ring box though. Who're you giving a ring to, huh?' "Dangit maybe you'd find out if ya stopped ruining your own surprises!" In his last attempt to avoid your teasing, he tries to yank away but drops the box. It hits the porch with a thud and the lid pops open to show an engagement ring. "...ah sh*t," he swears and hastily crouches to pick it up. You don't tear your eyes away from it, neither from the carvings or how your name is etched in perfect cursive on the lid. Still on his knee, Epel checks the ring for damage before noticing your shocked stupor. He looks at the box again, and signs through his nose before turning towards you. "I had a whole day planned, y'hear me?! For once, I wanted ta be the one surprisin' you...but seein' how you're all tight lipped now, guess I did a good, huh? So? What'dya say? Will you marry me?"

{Crafted using the common hardwood from one of the many apple trees on the family farm. On the outside, there is a carving of a tree taking roots to symbolize the start of a new life. Definitely not because he was surrounded by trees while working on it, and decided to use them for inspiration. When the box is open, the top lid has your names carved along with the date. Well, the date of his *intended* proposal. That will need to be altered. Inside is a simple rose-gold band with small diamonds. Despite the ring's simplicity, he hopes his efforts to make you feel special are not in vain}

NOTE: Translation for Rook: "I will cherish you. I will love you. I'll never let you go. With this ring, I'm yours till death do us part"

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full disclosure: "Best" refers to IMDB rating, but also my personal opinion if I don't agree with IMDB (although these are all among the top 5 episodes of each series). There is no Threshhold because it. because. it uh. pretty much sucks. I'm so sorry I know you love it! but this is for actual Good Episodes.

#star trek #tng #ds9 #voyager #enterprise #snw #picard #lower decks #prodigy #st tas

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glassartpeasants · 1 month

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Run Rabbit Run .10

Yandere!Eustass Kid x F!Reader

Warnings: Death, blood mentions, physical abuse, violence, implied non-con, slight non-con, not edited for shit cause it took too long to type in general

A/N: This part is all in the eyes of Kidd so enjoy. I'm so happy for this shit to be finally published cause it took me too fucking long to do. Also working on new writing styles cause i need to be a perfectionist

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5 pt.6 pt.7 pt.8 pt.9 pt.10

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“Look at them run! This is gonna be a fun island to ransack.”

“We should find the mayor and ask him where he keeps the town's treasury.”

“Good thinking, Killer.”

Even with the conversation so short, it spoke volumes as the Victoria Punk docks on the island. The beautiful blue skies shone down on the new and upcoming worst-generation supernova. With only a few months under his belt, his name was still feared throughout the south blue. His bounty getting higher and higher with every new poster.

He has yet to lose to any marine or pirate ship. Every battle he wins only makes him all the more feared, and his crew is just as terrifying as himself. Being known for his bloodthirsty ways, people would usually give him their prized possessions just to make sure they stayed clear of his wraith. But even then, sometimes, it wasn’t enough.

“This island is smaller than I thought, but it’s still mostly populated. More people, more treasure.”

“I haven’t seen any marines since we’ve docked, no boats or anything. Do you think this island isn’t under the eye of the world government?”

“Don’t matter to me. If marines try to stop me, I’ll just crush them.” The sinister chuckle that left the man’s lips made even the strongest marine tremble. Now, with a rushing set of footsteps coming towards him, Kidd continues to smirk.

A man about his own age was running full speed at him. A look of rage crossed his features as he clutched a knife tightly in his hands. Compared to himself, the man was nothing more than a twig. No muscle or anything to back him up with the fight he was looking for.

“Oh, this outta be fun.”

“Damn pirates! Leave our island alone!” The man lifts his arm to strike the notorious captain, only to be stopped by a suffocating grip. Without a second thought, Kidd’s hand gripped the scrawny man’s neck as he lifted him up. The man drops the knife to try and pry off the hand, squeezing his throat.

“How pathetic! A string bean like you thinks he can tell me what to do?” Kidd squeezes the man's throat harder and lifts him so they're eye to eye.

“News flash, I don’t like when people tell me what to do. I’ll show you what happens to people who do.” Clawing at Kidd’s hand, the man begins to see black in his vision as he starts to gasp.

“Please let my son go! He’s the only family I have!” An old man shows up hobbling fast towards Kidd and his crew. A cane in his left hand as he struggles to stay up.

“I don’t feel like it. Little fucker thinks he can try to attack me. Yet he didn’t even land a hit like the pathetic little thing he is.” Kidd laughs at the old man’s worried expression.

“I’ll do anything! Just please let my son go!” The old man gets on his hands and knees, begging the ruthless pirate for mercy.

“Bring me your mayor, and I’ll think about it.”

“I am the mayor! I promise, Captain Kidd, as I have the key to City Hall and everything!” The old man pulls out a key from his pants and lifts it towards Kidd.

“Well, would you look at that? How convenient. I didn’t even have to waste time searching.” Using his devil fruit powers, Kidd gravitates the key to his open hand. Looking at the key in his hand, he looks to his friend.

“What ya think, Killer? Should I let the small fry go?”

“Might as well. We have the mayor right here.”

“Looks like it’s your lucky day. Now scram before I change my mind.” The man is dropped with a thud. Holding his throat, he coughs harshly, with tears prickling at the corners of his eyes. Air finally returns to his lungs.

“Run home, son. Everything will be fine! Just go home.”

“But father-”

“Go home!” Despite his pleas, the scrawny man follows his father's orders. His throat bruised as he struggles to walk. His head spinning as the lack of oxygen has taken its toll. A crippling fear plagues the son as he walks home with unstable legs. The safety of his father was all he could think about.

“Now that that little nuisance is out of the way, we can finally get what we came here for.” Turning his attention to the old man, Kidd looks down at him.

“You either give us all the treasure this town has in its treasury, or I go back and break your son's scrawny little neck.” The mayor looks in horror at the man before him.

“I can’t! We’ve been saving it to build a marine base on the island! It’s taken us years to save up that money!” Kidd only laughs in the old man’s face.

“Too bad, old man! Now, you either give us all the treasure this shit town has to offer, or you’ll see its ashes fall from the sky!”

“But! The people need that for-” Not letting the old man finish, Kidd kicked him backwards. His fragile body hits the ground and is knocked out cold.

“Wrong answer, old fool! Burn it down and take everything! Leave no stone unturned!” Kidd watched his crew scatter before starting to break into businesses, houses, and other structures. Glass shattering, and the newfound screams sounded like music to his ears.

“Heat!” Calling out to his crew, he watches the bluenette approach him.

“Yeah Captain?”

“I want you to go kill that brat while burning down buildings.”

“Sounds good.”

Turning around laughing, Kidd’s amber eyes catch the glance of a woman hiding behind a building. Her face full of fear as she shook in her place. From where she stood, Kidd could see the way the light shone down on her. It gave her an almost angelic glow. For some reason, it ignited something inside him. Something that told him to ruin her. To rip off that halo and wings while he fucked her down to the second circle of hell. The image made him laugh as he began to move in her direction. Himmoving in the woman’s direction caused her to finally flee.

“Cat and mouse, aye?” Kidd snickers as he beckons the woman back; any metal she was wearing would drag her right back to him. He watches her stop in her tracks before being pulled back to him at full speed. Her shrieks of terror cause him to lick his lips.

The woman’s back collided with Kidd’s chest as he grabbed her wirst in an iron grip.

“Where do you think you're going?” The woman looked up at him, and he smiled at her. He watched her tremble in place.

“Y-Your Eustass Kidd…”

“Damn right. What? You afraid?” The way she uttered his name made the fire inside him only burn brighter. A delicate little thing like her screaming out his name as he left bruises on her skin had his mind running with wild thoughts.

“Please! Just let me go! I’ll give you all the money I have. Just please let me go!” He watched in amusement as the woman tried to twist and turn out of his grip. The hope dying in her eyes felt like an addictive drug. While taking in the woman's fear, he noticed a ring adorning her finger and a metal circle on your left wrist.

“Now, why would I let something I caught fair and square go?” Finally pulling her left arm closer to his view, he finds that the circle of metal adorning her wrist was, in fact, supposed to be a bracelet. A very shitty stainless steel bracelet that he could have easily made with his eyes closed.

“Your shitty stainless steel bracelet betrayed you, princess.” The nickname fell off his tongue so smoothly that it was almost like honey. He could feel his heart quicken at the little nickname that he decided there and then.

“My fiance worked hard to make it for me!”

“Don’t make me laugh! This is the shittest piece of jewelry I’ve ever seen!” How horribly it was made felt like an insult to him. He swore a baby could make one better. Using his power, Kidd manages to contort the ugly bracelet off the woman's wrist. He brought it closer to his face just to look at it once more, and that’s when he saw the flaw in the metal. He sees the woman reach for it but simply lifts it up out of her reach to inspect it more.

“Give it back!”

“It’s ain’t even pure stainless steel. Pathetic. Not even detailed, just a circle of metal." Using his devil fruit, he crushes the bracelet into the form of a ball. Small enough to be a bullet.

“Repel.” A laugh escapes him as he watches the small ball shoot into a store window. It shatters the entire thing and breaks something inside. Now, turning back to the woman, he smirks.

“Now, c’mon. You’re coming with me.” The woman's nails dig into Kidd’s hand. Her desperate attempt at freedom only made his lust for her grow.

“Don’t make this harder than it has to be, princess. I’m not a very patient person.” The woman's mouth opens to say something, but a loud voice pulls his attention away.

“(Y/N)! Get your hands off of her, you filithy pirate!” So that was your name? It felt fitting for a little thing like yourself. A lovely little princess like you with such an angelic name.

Looking at the person in front of him, he sees a ring adorning their left hand. It added up to the fact that this must be your fiance. AN annoyed look plastered on Kidd’s face as he realized that what should have been a quick thing was now actually gonna be a pain in his ass. Looking the fiance up and down, Kidd knew that they stood no chance against him. A single punch could take them down, no doubt.

“Is this your pathetic fiance? Ugh, I don’t have time to deal with you. I’ve got to take this treasure I found back to the ship.”

“(Y/N)’s not going anywhere with you! Let her go pirate!” Rage filled Kidd as another small fry thinks they can tell him what to do.

“Run (....)! He’s going to kill you!” Kidd let go of your wrist for a second, only to wrap his arm around your torso. He pulled you close to his chest as he trapped your arms to your sides with his strong grip. While he’d love to turn your pathetic fiance into a bloody puddle, he just couldn’t wait to bring you back to the Victoria Punk for safekeeping.

“Killer!” Not even seconds pass before his best friend shows up next to him.

“Yeah, Kidd?”

“I need you to kill them. Little shit thinks they can tell me what I can and can’t do.” He watches his buddy look down at the horrified woman in his arms.

“Who’s she?”

“My new plaything, cutie, ain’t she?” Kidd laughs as he holds onto you tighter. Your smell was intoxicating with how close you were to him.

“No! Leave them alone!”

“Alright, let’s go.” Kidd turns around just in time so you don’t see Killer murdering your fiance. But the screams could still be heard. He looks down and sees tears slipping down your cheeks as you weep in his grasp. The pathetic fiance felt like a worthless thing to cry about, in his personal opinion. But seeing your tears had his pants growing tighter.

“What a pretty sight, don’t you think?” The look of horror on your face as you watched your town burn to the ground made Kidd feel like we were on cloud nine. He just knew that the little angel he plucked from gods hand would surely be a fuck to experience.

~~~

“Oi Kidd.”

“What is it Killer?” Watching his friend approach him, Kidd simply took a hard drink of the alcohol in his hand. His eyes scanned the bar as he watched multiple women look at him with less-than-holy intentions.

“Do you want me to go unlock that chick on the ship now? She’s been on the ship since we took her from that island a week ago? Plus, you're at the bar getting plastered and beckoning other women over.”

“Nah. Keep her there a little longer. Plus, where would she go? It’s not like she has a home to go back to. I could honestly keep her as long as I want!” Laughing, Kidd took another swing of his drink. Having a personal fleshlight aboard the ship at all times was an opportunity only a fool would pass up.

“If you say so.”

“Come get a drink, Killer! Unwind and enjoy the lack of Marines!” Chugging down the alcohol, Kidd slammed down the empty glass on the table. His eye scanned the room, and despite the multiple women that occupied the bar, none gave him that rush that you did when he first saw you. While there were women who looked at him with lust, the fear that was in your eyes made more of an impact on his sexual desires.

Sure, he’s taken women to the Victoria Punk, but they're always gone before sunrise. No woman he’s brought to bed has ever spent a full day on the ship. Until you came along. You’ve spent a full week under the deck of the Victoria with only him and Killer knowing. And it’ll stay that way if he could help it. Having a secret little place to relieve his stress and get his fill sounded perfect for when he was stuck on the seas without a bar to be seen.

A little wingless angel stuck in the dark.

~~~

Stumbling along the hallways, Kidd can’t help but chuckle as he makes his way to your room. He’s been drinking till the early before a sudden lust flooded his body. The image of you laying beneath him was too stong to ignore. He wanted to hear your cries and moans. Wanted to feel your nails dig into his skin and cause him too bleed.

When he opened the door that kept you locked away, he saw you sleeping peacefully. Your face content as you lay on the tattered blankets that used to hold prisioners. The light giving him just enough to walk towards a crate to light up a lantern. Once he closed and locked the door again, the lantern was now the only sorce of light.

He stumbled over to where your head lay before sitting down. The vibrations caused you to stir, yet you refused to awaken fully. It caused a scowl to appear on Kidd’s painted lips before he tugged on a strand of your hair. The shock of your hair being tugged made your hand go to soothe the throb that followed suit.

Rubbing your eyes, you look up.”Kidd? W-Why are you here? It’s late.” Your confusion was clear in your voice, but Kidd paid no mind.

“Mmm…gonna fuck ya. Wanna hear my princess cry out my name.” Slurring his speech, Kidd laughs as he grabs your wrist and drags you up to him. The chain attached to your ankle rattled as he had you face to face.

The fear that still swirled in your eyes got him drunker than any alcohol could ever do. Your soft skin against his rough, calloused hands felt as if he were touching something sacred.

Grabbing your chin, he pulls you in for a kiss. He could feel you try to pull away, but you were no match for his strength, and he loved that. How weak you were compared to him had his already hard cock throbbing. You were the defenseless little princess who relied on him for everything.

The kiss only got deeper as he spurred himself on in his head. He pushed his tongue past your lips and groaned when he felt your own. Your taste was sweet as he explored your mouth. No matter how many times he’s kissed you, it always felt just as electric as it did the day he first kissed you. Your lips are so soft as they smudged his lipstick with how harshly he was kissing you.

Wrapping his hands around your wrists, he slammed you down on the ground before climbing on top of your body. His lips were still locked with yours as your scent overwhelmed him. It sent a fire hot sensation in his abdomen as he started to press closer to you.

Bringing both wrists above his head, he holds them both with one hand. With his other hand now free, he runs his fingertips underneath your shirt. He feels you shiver against his touch, and it causes one to go down his own spine.

Pulling his lips away from yours, a thick strand of saliva connected his mouth to yours. Hearing you gasp and pant for breath makes him slightly grip your wrists harder as he stares down at you. Your lips were swollen from his harsh kiss and sporting the lipstick that once adorned his own lips.

“K-Kidd, you're drunk. Perhaps you should just sleep. You don’t want a hangover, do you?” The nervousness and pleas that slipped past your lips went unheard by him. All he could see was his princess lying under him. Even though you tried to squirm and wiggle away, all Kidd felt was you rubbing against him.

“Fuck.” Kidd whispers under his breath as he begins to rub his clothed cock against you. His face is right above yours as he feels your breath fanning against his face. Through his lidded eyes, Kidd can see your eyes are closed, and you're biting your bottom lip.

Moving both your wrists to one hand, Kidd uses his free one to grab your chin. “Fucking look at me. I want you to look at me while I fuck you.” Kidd can feel his heart double in speed when he’s met with your eyes staring at him intensely yet glassy.

Kidd groans out before licking his lips. Letting go of your chin, Kidd reaches down to unbuckle his pants. His eyes still strained on you and he can’t help but notice all the bites and bruises he’s adorned on your body since you’ve been here. It only makes Kidd’s need for you higher.

“What if we do this tomorrow?” Your words break through Kidd’s lust-clouded mind. ”You won’t even remember this since you're drunk, right? We can do it tomorrow!” Beads of sweat dropped from your forehead as you talked to Kidd. Obviously hoping that he might fall for the bait.

Kidd’s eyes stare at you before letting out a yawn. He didn’t say anything for a few seconds before getting up and moving away from your body. Only to grab it seconds later and drag you to lay on the tattered blankets. He fell on top of you, making you let out an ‘oof’.

The warmth your body excluded made made Kidd’s eyes grow heavy as he let out another yawn. Placing his head onto of your breasts, he allowed his drunken self just an hour or two to sleep before going back into his own quarters. No harm in a measly two hours.

~~~

The sky filled with smoke as Kidd angrily desetroyed anything he deemed mocked him. Living or not, his anger was his own fault as ahe had no one to blame but himself. Ever since that drunken night he slept by your side, he’s never been able to sleep normally again.

Before he used to sleep all throughout the night but now. He’d wake up every two hours reaching out for someoen that wasn’t there. He’s never slept with someone all night. Or at all. But now that he’s gotten a taste of what it felt like to sleep next to someone, it wans’t something his body could sleep without. And it pissed him off.

Sure, he loved fucking you whenever he wanted, but now, it’s like he can’t go even an hour without thinking about you. Working in his workshop became a pain in the ass as he could be working on his crew’s weapons only to see your eyes staring at him in his imagination. How blown over they are when he fucks you or how you looked at him when he even enters a room.

He couldn’t even sleep with other women anymore cause his mind kept going to you! All there was was you. It pissed him off to the point he didn’t bother seeking you out of your company for a week and counting. A small part of him begged to go below deck to see the angel he stole from god. Yet the other him spoke curses on how you’ve affected him. It felt as if his head was splitting from the battle going on inside him.

“You're scowling more than usual. What’s wrong?” His friend's voice broke through his thoughts as he stood next to him.

Running a hand through his hair, Kidd hisses. “It’s not something you can help with, so buzz off.”

“Is it about that girl below deck?”

“(Y/N).”

“Yeah her?”

“No.”

“Liar.” Snapping his head towards the masked man, Kidd glared at him.

“Something obviously happened, so stop trying to act like nothing did.” Killer crossed his arms as he looked at his stubborn friend.

“She’s invading my mind like a damn disease! Can’t even go an hour without her popping up in my mind! Not to mention, I haven’t gotten a good night’s sleep in a month!”

“Can’t even fuck another whore without imagining it’s her! It’s pissing me off! Is this some sort of devil fruit?!” A snort comes from behind Killer’s mask, making Kidd madder.

“Jesus christ, your so stupid.”

“I’m not fucking stupid! If you know what's wrong with me, then spit it out!”

“It’s called falling in love, you idiot.”

Kidd’s eyes widened as he felt his heart stop. “No shot! That’s the biggest load of shit I’ve ever heard! I’m not falling in love.”

“Oh really? Well then, let her go, it’s been six months-”

“-No.”

“You're not in love with her, but you refuse to let her go?”

“Yes.”

“Alright, Kidd. Whatever you say.”

~~~

Bursting open the door, Kidd stomps through his room. His rage fills the small space as his heart beats harshly. Once again, a marine ship ruined his supply trip to an island. While normally he wouldn’t care and go on and fight, Killer advised against it. Kidd had a good amount of sake a few hours earlier and wouldn’t be on his A game if they took charge.

While Killer was right, Kidd was still upset that he wouldn’t be able to get supplies for his crew for another day till they reached the next island. His crew had to go hungry for a day simply because of some annoying marines.

“God fucking damnit! Those fucking marines keep getting in my way!” Kidd’s eyes scan the room as he tries to find something to throw. When his eyes landed on a metal butterfly he made for you, he grabbed it off the dresser in a quick movement.

“Fuck!” Throwing it as hard as he could, he aimed for the bedroom door, which was already covered in marks from the other times he'd thrown knives at the door. The sound of a sucked-in breath makes him snap his head in your direction.

“What the fuck are you staring at?!” He watches you scoot away from him, and it only fuels his drunken rage. Who did you think you were to run away from him? To look at him with that face? Do you think it's funny when shit doesn't go his way?

His anger only heightened even more as he wrapped his hand around your foot. Digging his nails into your skin as he pulled you from him.

As soon as you were close enough to him, he grabbed your neck and lifted you into the air. “I said, what the fuck are you staring at?!” He watched you try to pry off his fingers off your neck. The small sting your nails brought only served to piss him off more.

“You're happy, aren’t you?! Do you think the Marines are going to catch me, and you’ll be free?! Is that it?!”

“I-I can’t breathe…Kidd please…” He watched as tears streamed down your face and onto his hand. The tear felt like a needle poking into his heart.

“Stupid bitch!” Stumbling over his own feet, Kidd chucks you against the wall. He watched you hit the wall and onto the floor with a loud ‘thud’ before what sounded like a crack whispered in his ears. He examines your body, not moving, and it causes a hard scowl on his face.

“Get up, damnit! I barely threw you!” Growling, Kidd wobbles over to your body before falling to his knees. His sight is blurry as his head seems to pound. When he slid his fingers through your hair, his brain failed to register the wet substance that coated his hand. He pulls on your hair so he can look you in the eyes.

“Fucking pathetic! Why do I even keep you around when you're so fucking useless?!” Your silence had Kidd’s drunken self slightly coherent.

“Hey! I’m talking to you! Don’t ignore me!” He grabs your face and, through his drunken haze, starts to see a red liquid drip down your face. A red handprint of blood was left on your cheek when he slightly moved his hand.

Your eyes fluttering shut made him sober up as the blood running down your face finally set in.

“Oi! Keep your eyes open!” Moving his hand in front of your face back and forth, his heart rate peaks when he finally watches your eyes fully close. Pulling your body close to his own, he grabs your shoulders and shakes you harder. Worry sets in as you don’t respond.

Picking you up to carry you, he hastly stumbles out of his room and makes a dash to the infirmary. The sound of his footsteps echoed through out the halls. His mouth goes dry as your lack of movement sobers him up to accurately find the room.

To his luck, Killer was already in the infirmary, counting on what they needed to restock.

“Killer, I fucked up.”

~~~

His eyes stared at the carved door as he laid his head on your chest. Your heartbeat pounding in his ears as he tried to ignore the small blood splatter on the floor that he forgot to clean up after the incident.

Your fingers running through his hair did little to calm the thoughts in his head. Even though he laid against you, he felt it wasn’t close enough. Close seemed to not be close enough.

Lifting his body up, he laid down next to you before he pulled you to his chest, you hair slightly tickling his skin. He wrapped his arms around you all the way to the point you wouldn’t be able to leave. Moving his legs, he tangled his limbs with yours. Only then did he feel you were close enough. Your scent a silent lullaby as he raced with thoughts. What if’s ran rampant.

‘What if I just took a nap instead?’

‘What if you got hurt even worse then i thought?’

‘What if you didn’t wake up?’

The thought of you no longer sharing his bed caused a panic to settle in Kidd’s stomach. Your warmth had become the only thing that allowed him to sleep peacefully. Hearing you breathe managed to be the only stress reliever that worked.

It was obvious to him now, that no matter what he might say, he couldn’t live without you.

~~~

The sound of the waves crashing against the beach felt like laughter as Kidd watched you sailing away on a ship he’d never seen before. His scream out to you echoed across the water only to come back to him, mocking him for being too late. Now, he got to watch the only thing that made him calm leave him.

The sand below him showed muddy footprints before being washed away by the ocean. Thunder and harsh rain poured down on Kidd, his hair sticking to his face as the rain pelted down his hair. Whether it was rain or tears that slid down his cheeks was anyone's guess. It felt as if time stopped while he tried to piece together what now?

His goal to find the one piece and become King of the Pirates still ran strong through his veins, but now it felt different. Not even days before this, he began to dream of when he’d finally be called King of the Pirates, when you’d be clinging to his arm and congratulating him, kissing him, and telling him you loved him. But now, that’s what it’d only be—a dream.

~~~

It’s been months since Kidd watched you sail away. Each night was plagued with that image of you sailing farther and farther away from him, every time only seconds late. Not a night went by where he didn’t wake up in a cold sweat. He’d reach out for you and be hit with the painful reminder that it was real—that you were gone.

Yet no matter where he went, it always felt like he saw you out of the corner of his eye. Or how sometimes he’d hear your voice in his ear. But when he turned to check it out, there was nothing. It felt as if he was going insane without you. And while there was intense longing, there was rage.

How dare you leave him? Don’t you know how much you meant to him? Hasn’t he shown he’s learned his lesson? He’s told you he loved you and you still left him. You have no one other then him, he made sure of it. Yet you still left.

Killer tried to tell him to get over you, that there were plenty of other fish in the sea, but he knew what he meant. He shouldn’t be shocked. You weren't even supposed to be with him for as long as you were. It was only a matter of time before the ‘relationship’ Kidd built with you would burn before his eyes. Even if he refused Killer’s words, any sane person would have agreed.

But now here he was, missing you with fury boiling inside him as he stared out over the crowd in the auction house. Privileged entitled assholes as far as the eye can see. All waiting for the show to begin.

~~~

Emotions pumped through his veins as he stared at himself in the mirror. A small splatter of blood on his cheek as all he could think about was you. How happy he was that you were back where you belonged. That after months of sleeplessness not knowing where you were, you were finally back in his arms. Whether you liked it or not wasn't something he cared to hear. He had you first. Those damn Straw Hats took you away, but now, you were back.

But you came back with a price.

Whatever happened in those months you were away changed you. All you did was fight and yell, scream and punch. Instead of the quiet angel he stole, a venomous fallen angel stood before him. But despite missing his fearful princess, the fight you put up managed to also have his blood pumping hotter. Watching you try to fight him only to lose gave him a high that only your fear could compare to.

Seeing your eyes widen in fear when he threatened to cut off your legs made a shiver of pleasure shoot up his spine. Even after you spit venom, he could not help but want you even more. Having you so close to him again made his body go haywire. Hearing you scream out in pain reminded him of when you screamed out his name in such a different, lustful tone. Watching tears stream down your face when he threw punch after punch had him resisting the urge to fuck you bloody and bruised.

While the image was tempting, he had things to do, and he couldn’t let you think you got away with it. So he’d just send Killer down to patch you up after you’d been drenched in your own blood for a while. Maybe it’ll give you some time to contemplate. But if not, that’s okay.

He kinda liked that taste of your blood.

~~~

His heart couldn’t help but leap when he felt your lips running smoothly against his own, your warm skin glowing underneath his fingertips as you cupped his face. A calm washed over him at the small gesture. He pulled you closer and kissed you deeper, never wanting to let you go. But when he pulled away for a breath, he saw the stains of his lipstick on your face, the sight making him smile.

Kidd couldn’t help but feel the shiver that ran down his spine when he felt your breath against his neck. The rigid, cold metal of the collar on your neck had him silently sick in a breath.

“If you're gonna make me a new collar, can it be one I can sleep in?” When you mumbled those words into his skin, flashbacks from that fateful day rushed back to him. How you got out of your collar, so he obviously had to make a bigger and better one. And now you're trying to get a different one?

“Do you know why you're in that collar?” He looked down and was met with your pleading eyes.

“I ran away.” Kidd grits his teeth and digs his fingers into his hips harshly. Anger starts to surface at the memories.

“Yeah, you did. How can I trust you not to do it again, hmm? This collar makes my devil fruit powers work even better than the last one. So why should I give rewards to bad girls?”

“Can I do something to make it up to you?” The idea Killer shut down a week ago comes back to his mind. He’s done a few good studies to understand how it works, and it sounds pretty easy—easy and a perfect way to show everyone who you belong to.

“Take off your shirt.”

“W-What?”

“You heard me. Take it off.” Kidd watches you with heat pooling in his abdomen as he takes longing glimpses at your bare chest.

“Back to me.” He watches you listen and can’t help but run his fingers along your skin. Tracing your spine causes a shiver to run down his.

Getting up, he placed you down on the chair before tying you to it with a piece of metal. The sight makes him bite the inside of his cheek.

“H-Hey! What the hell!” Kidd only laughed before turning away from you.

“You know, Killer originally talked me out of this, but since you wanted to be rewarded for bad behavior, I think it’ll go nicely with your new collar.” A rush of power surges through Kidd’s bones as he collects everything he needs.

“It’ll also show anybody who tries to take you away from me that you belong to me.” With his hands finally full, Kidd turns back to you. Your face goes rigid as he walks in your direction, which in turn makes you try to scoot away. Grabbing the side of the chair, he brings you back to him.

“Don’t worry, princess, I did my research.” A major rush of power flowed through Kidd's veins as he watched you struggle to escape.

“This is completely unreasonable! You can’t be serious!”

“You wanted to make it up to me? Well, here's your chance.” Kidd could see the panic in your eyes as he started to heat up the metal pole in his hands.

“There has to be something else, please, Kidd!” In a swift and rash motion, Kidd threw his hand towards you and felt your cheek collide with his knuckles.

“Be fucking grateful that I’m even giving you this chance! Those damn Straw Hats taught you that you can be a brat! I’m going to kill each one of those fuckers! I’ll do it in front of you so you can see what happens when you leave me!”

“You’ll never beat them! They’re gonna come for me and kick your ass!” Red clouded Kidd’s vision hearing your words. Grabbing your hair, he tugs it back so you face him. The tears in your eyes go ignored as Kidd’s grip on the metal pole tightens. He didn’t give you a second to speak before pushing the burning hot pole on your chest.

The scream you let out when the metal was fully pushed onto your skin swiped him out of his rage. The red that once blinded him was now gone as he quickly pulled away from you. He’d never heard something so ear-piercing and painful in his life. It echoed all throughout his workshop, and he felt a panic set in when he noticed he skipped a step in his rage and how you’ve now passed out.

“Shit! Shit! Oi, princess!” Grabbing your chin, his eyes studied your face to see any sign of consciousness, yet he was met with none. His heart rate spiked as he ripped away the metal he tied you with before carrying you bridal style. He rushed to the infirmary and cursed himself internally for not following all the steps as he tried to ignore the graphic third-degree burn on your chest.

~~~

All he could feel was numb, yet a pain that was indescribable when you moved his head to look at his arm. What once used to be a full limb was now nothing more than a stump. He could see his body covered in bandages as the memory of what happened came back to him. Words couldn’t seem to form as he felt his dreams crash down around him.

“You should lay down and make sure everything heals properly.” Using the arm he had left, Kidd pulled you onto his lap. Burying his head into your scarred chest, it's then that he feels the tears on his own cheeks.

He doesn’t know how long it’s been since he’s cried like this, or if he’s ever cried like this. Crying so hard that he struggled to breathe and began to shake. It felt like the walls were closing in on him as he cried into your chest. All he could think of was how would he become King of the Pirates with one arm? It set him back so much that he felt hopeless.

But when you wrapped your arms around him and slid your fingers through his hair, he pulled you closer despite his bandaged torso. The slight pain he felt was nothing compared to the pain he felt inside.

“Just breathe, okay? In and out.” Following your command, Kidd tries to copy your breathing despite continuing to cry. Your now-soaked shirt rubbed against his face, and it only worsened the pain in his heart.

The small and gentle tune you began to hum made his hold tighter. He never wanted to let you go as you comforted him when he needed you the most.

~~~

Kidd sat on a chair next to you in the hospital bed as worry and fear took over him. His anger once again took charge and caused him to hurt you horrifically. Seeing you laying there with bandages covering your head caused a guilt he’s never felt before. He remembered the amount of blood you lost when he ran you to the hospital. It dripped from your head all the way to the hospital.

He managed to nab a doctor right away and have him work on you. Every second you were in the surgery room felt like hell. And what the doctor told him what the diagnosis was made Kidd’s heart clench.

“Since she fell off your ship, there's no doubt she has a sort of head/brain trauma. Long-lasting effects could stem from this injury. Here’s a list of some effects that you can read while I go grab another IV bag.”

Which is where Kidd sat now. Watching you breathe. Watching you breathe with the crumbled up list in hand. Your eyes closed as you sleep, unaware of the wreck he is. Grabbing your hand, Kidd brought it close to his lips and kissed your knuckles before holding it against his forehead.

“I’m sorry, princess. You can pull through this. You have to.”

Caressing your face, Kidd looks at you, sleeping peacefully. The moonlight shining off you gave you that same angelic glow he saw you with all those years ago. Despite the scars that covered your body, you were still so beautiful. Rubbing your cheek, Kidd looked down at you lovingly.

“This is how it should be, sleeping next to me.” With your legs tangled in his, Kidd scoots his body closer to yours before kissing your forehead. A wicked smile slithers along Kidd’s face.

“All those memories gone. No more talking about home. No more flinching, no more Straw Hats.”

“Those bastards, trying to play hero and stole you from me. Thinking your up for grabs when you obviously belong to me. Meant for me. You were meant to be mine and stay by my side. Why else would I have gotten a second chance?”

“Now, I’ll always have you. You look up at me with loving eyes instead of hatred. Instead of hitting me, you run up to hug me. You kiss me passionately like I’ll disappear any moment. I love it when you run up to me and jump so I can catch you. I love it when you sit next to me while I work in my workshop, giving me praise. If I had known you hit your head harder, I would have you in my arms willingly…”

“Then I would’ve thrown you against the wall harder.”

~~~

‘That selfish prick! After everything I’ve done to keep her in the dark, he comes around and fucks it up! Everything was going great! She loved me yet-’

“Fuck!” Slamming his metal hand against the bench in his workshop, Kidd begins to tear it apart. Weapons were thrown to unknown corners of the room, pieces of metal scattered across the floor, and a dent in the bench.

Kidd gritted his teeth as his whole body uncontrollably shook. The dried blood staining his hand only continued to serve his rage. Because even if Heat was already dead, the damage had been done. The day of you holding him tight and kissing him was over. He’ll never be able to feel you close to him again. At least, not without a fight.

Hot tears began to stream down his face as he gripped the dented bench with an iron grip. His tears felt like an acid against his skin as his vision blurred. The smirk the bastard wore while he bled out behind you burned into Kidd’s memory.

Giving you a devil fruit, a logia type at that was infuriating. How the hell did he manage to get it on the boat and have you eat it? You were always by his side, so how could Heat have given it to you? The day of the fight? Or when he caught you and Heat talking to each other alone? How could he not see the signs earlier? Why did it take the busting open of your old cell door twice for him to finally understand what he needed to do?

Yet it was too late.

“God damnit.” Kidd swallowed the lump in his throat before letting out a sniffle. “This is bad. How am I gonna fix this? There’s gotta be a way-”

“Kidd.” The workshop door opens, and Killer stands in the doorway. Quickly wiping his tears, Kidd tries to regain steady breathing, hoping Killer doesn’t see his moment of weakness.

“What Killer?”

“You better have a good plan. Explain where Heat went and where (Y/N) went.” Kidd stays silent, which is all Killer needs.

“Did you-”

“I saw everything from the shadows. This could be a sign, you know?”

“What kind of fucking sign?”

“You know what kind of sign I’m talking about.” Silence covers the workshop.

“Maybe it’s time to let her-”

“No!” Kidd slams his metal hand on the bench with enough force to cause another dent.

“Well, what do you think you should do then?” Once again, the workshop goes silent.

“Giving you a week to decide for (Y/N). As for Heat, better pull something good out of your ass.” Just as soon as Killer entered, he left. Leaving Kidd to wallow in his predicament.

~~~

“Do you really think she’s on this island, Kidd? It’s been a week since the paper came out.”

“She will be on this island. If she isn’t, I’ll kill anyone I need to to figure out where she went. I don’t want a single civilian to go unquestioned. If they refuse to tell you, don’t be afraid to use violence.”

The bustling port of Haylard Island has Kidd’s eyes scanning every inch of movement. If you were on that dock, he wanted to make sure he saw you. There was no room for him to be making mistakes. He’s already made enough.

“Burn down buildings, steal supplies, and anything you think is worth something. Do not stop until the ashes block out the sun.”

“Yes, captain!” Hearing his own crew leave, Kidd finally let out a shaky inhale while looking down. The sea stared back at him, once again mocking him for losing you.

“Laugh all you want, but take my word. I’ll burn and kill my way back to her. And nothing will stop me until she’s in my arms.”

~~~

Despite the night once being full of cheers, the marine group of G-5 now found themselves fighting for their lives. What should have been a celebration was now a fight to the death as they were ambushed in the dark of the night. The once-empty sky was now covered in flaming arrows heading directly toward them.

“Everyone, man, your stations! We’re under attack, so get ready for a fight!” The captain's commands echo throughout the ship, and no one wastes a second. Running up and down the ship, Captain Tashigi checks to see if everything is in order to ensure supreme safety.

“Captain!” the sound of a terrified marine rings through her ears as she runs to the voice. Coming up from below the deck, she’s met with fire and smoke. It felt as if her heart was going to explode as all she could hear was marines yelling and the flickering of flames.

The flames only got higher as she tried to figure out what to do. Before she went below deck, they were able to contain the fires, but now, it’s almost consumed the entire deck. With how fast the flames were spreading, there was no doubt that the ship would be at the bottom of the sea before sunrise.

Grabbing a transponder snail she kept in her pocket, she began to call the nearest marine base to help with the attack. She realized this wasn’t a battle they could fight on their own.

“Hello! This is Captain Tashigi of G-5. We need backup right away! We’re under attack, and the ship is engrossed in flames!”

“G-5, this is (....)! We will send you back up right away! What are your locations, and can you see the attackers?”

“Our coordinates are (-------)! I don’t know, as the flames are so tall and the smoke is-” The whole ship shook as something hit the deck, causing Tashigi to drop the transponder snail and fall backward.

“-Oof!”

“Captain are you okay?”

“Something just hit the boat! I’m unaware of what it is!” Quickly getting back on her feet, Tashigi grabs her sword along with the transponder snail.

“I’m going to go check it out.”

“Keep us on the line.”

“Will do.” Putting the snail away for safekeeping, Tashigi grips her sword with both hands as she starts to walk carefully through the flames.

As soon as she stepped in, the sound of a marine screaming echoed across the deck. Panic set in the captain's stomach as her hands began to shake. The screams of pain and terror only caused more panic to set in. But she’s the captain. She has to be strong. She can’t back down.

“G-5, what’s going on?!” The screams of pain and agony continue before a loud audible SNAP rings in Tashigi’s ears. Assuming the worst, she feels all the color drain from her face.

And just like that, it was quiet.

“G-5?” With her voice trembling, Tashigi couldn’t help but be frozen in place.

“Tashigi.” Before she could scream, a rough, calloused hand covered her mouth. Looking in her peripheral vision, she saw Vice Admiral Smoker motioning her to shush. Nodding her head, Smoker lowered his hand.

“What’s going on, Vice Admiral?”

“Almost the entire deck has been engulfed in flames. We need to go to the other side of the ship.”

“But what about-”

“It’s silent over those flames, Tashigi.” With tears prickling in her eyes, she understands what he’s saying despite wishing it not to be true. Grabbing her hand, Smoker runs to the end of the ship, where there are fewer flames. Their footsteps echo, giving away their position to the attackers.

As she was running, Tashigi’s sword started vibrating before being completely pulled from her hands. She watched it fly backward and into the flames. A metal thunk rang across the deck, making her eyes widen. When she looked into the flames, she felt her heart stop.

Walking through the flames was no other than the man who had the whole new world in the palm of his hand.

“V-Vice Admiral…it’s-”

“Go hide, Tashigi. I’ll handle this.” Putting himself in front of her, Smoker points towards the darkness.

“But-”

“I’ll be fine. Go hide. Don’t come out until I come to get you.”

With a tremble in her voice, she responds. “Okay.”

Running into the darkness, Tashigi searches around with a racing heart, desperate to find a hiding spot. The sound of unintelligible yelling and metal clanking only makes her search more frantic. She should be fighting, but if Smoker says to hide…

“Killer! Go after the girl. She ran straight ahead.”

“You’ll have to get past me first. Both of you.”

“Vice Admiral.” Whispering to herself, Tashigi runs around some more before spotting an empty barrel. With no more time to spend, she jumps in.

As she gets as comfortable as she can, she puts the barrel lid over her head, leaving her in complete darkness. Her knees pressed against her chest as she struggles to take deep breaths. She tries to prevent herself from shivering.

‘This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening.’ She thinks to herself as tears slip down her cheeks. She knew the stakes there were to bring you to Sabaody, but they were so careful about not giving away. It was then taking care of you. How did Kidd figure out it was them?

A loud thud can be heard throughout the deck before silence. No words were spoken, and the fear was only intensified. Tashigi felt her throat grow dry as she started to hear boots shuffling along the deck.

Sounds of things being searched causes her heart to beat out of her chest. Her body begins to shake as she hears the boots walking towards her hiding spot.

The moonlight soon shines down on her as the barrel's lid pops open. She looks up and sees no one. The moonlight shone down on her as she feared who had opened the lid, but she soon gets her answer.

“Found you.”

~~~

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✨ Fic Writing Review 2023 ✨

Words and Fics

47, 302 words published to ao3

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Most recent drop: even when the heat breaks I’m still yours (E, 6,169 words)

Longest Fic: Alright, Cowboy, Go Get 'Em (E, 16,925 words)

Top Fics by Kudos

I want you to be selfish with me (M, 4,652 words)

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let me cradle your body (be a safe place to rest) (G, 1,972 words)

nicknames, supernova similes and the family we make (G, 800 words)

My fandom fic events in 2023

I didn't participate in any this year but maybe next year!

Upcoming Events and Projects for 2024

Fics I'm going to try and get out this year:

Dog Tags Fic/Mistaken Identity/Christmas: They don’t know (your name is already mine)

Secret fic

Buddie rodeo/Alright Cowboy, Go Get 'Em

Already started/mostly written:

Buddie MMA Rivals AU

Someone to be Gentle- 5 times Buck is gentle with Eddie and + One time Eddie repays his gentleness

For you mi amor, I choose death/Buddie Mafia AU

Librarian AU/Let me check you out

You make bad day infinitely better

Vampire/Werewolf Buddie/Halloween fic

Only the already bad can be influenced/Crop top and short shorts fic

Bank Robbery Fic/Mutually Assured Destruction

No-Nut-November fic

Pirates Buddie

We might end up real close 2x1 fic

Ideas/planned/just started fics:

Buck get dumps, gets drunk with Eddie and thinks they slept together fic

Awkward Sex Buddie fic

I can see you sequel

Love list Buddie

Don't go where I can't follow

Motorcycle fic

Street racing/Fast and Furious AU

Buddie- You belong with me fic

5+1 Platonic Daddy fic with @exhuastedpigeon

LA zoo TikTok Buck

Buck & Eddie wedding- Something wrong in the village

sword buddie pt. 2/ Under the Guise of Violence

Post Lawsuit/Call your mum inspired fic

Untitled post season 6 angst based on Stick Season

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butterfluffy · 2 years

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“marry me?”

⠀⠀ੈ♡˳· proposal hcs with the supernovas, ft. trafalgar law, eustass kid and killer | pt. 1, pt. 2

⠀⠀➧ fluff | supernovas (law, kid, killer) × gn!reader | headcanons + scenarios

⠀⠀➧ warnings — none! swearing and mistakes may be present, though.. so do ignore them, thanks!

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⠀⠀꒰ 🍨 ꒱ notes : finally, here's part two (last part) after a century, AHSHASHSHA. 🤩🤩

TRAFALGAR LAW

mhhhmmm... i really don't see him as the type who gets into relationships, more of get married.

i mean, law just doesn't seem like the someone who's interested in that.

but of course, this is a hc for that topic so let's get into it.

he's the type of guy to take things slow and not rush it.

so you've gotta be in a relationship with him for at least 5 years, preferably more than that bcs—

law wants to know almost everything abt you before leveling up your relationship into marriage with him.

“..captain, how long have you been dating y/n?” penguin suddenly asks out of nowhere to his captain who raised his brows by the question he gave him, thinking for a moment before he answered.

“for 7 years now, going at the 8th year, actually. why do you ask?” law answered, giving a question in return to penguin who's eyes popped out of his sockets, in deep shock upon hearing his answer.

“you two have been dating for almost a decade, and you two aren't even married yet!? most couples don't last that long because they either get tired or are already married!” he exclaims, slamming his hand on law's desk—though his action and words didn't faze the surgeon.

“you really gotta marry y/n, dude. who knows, maybe they're tired of you being their boyfriend, and already wants you to be their hus—band~?” penguin cooes, hitting law's side as he spelled out the husband part, catching the doctor smirk.

“mhm, sure. marrying them does sound good..” law hums, spacing out for a moment to think how it'd be like in a married life with you as he also thought of how he'd propose.

insert shocked pikachu face but make it peng instead.

honestly thought that law would decline and say that you and him are fine with the dating status.

but nOoOOoo, because to his surprise, law actually agreed with him and is now willing to propose to you after so long!

penguin low-key proud of himself too for getting law into wanting a married life with u.

ah, yeah, it's proposal time!

and did you know that, within the years of you being together with him, law knows everything about you.

even things you don't know about yourself, lolololollll.

and that includes your ring size, so buying a ring for you is no problem for him.

and finally, ring check, all that's left is for him to propose, to you..~!

he is pretty chill about proposing.

knows that you'll say ‘yes’ anyway, i mean, who won't????

nothing so fancy, so his proposal will just be you and him in somewhere private.

“oh wow, law. it's strange of you to suddenly ask me to walk with you here on the beach!” you point out as you walked in the sand with your lover beside you, hands in his pockets as he watched you.

“well, am i not allowed to ask you, my lover to walk with me on a beach to get some fresh air?” he says with a light chuckle, removing one of his hand from his pocket to hold yours, his small action causing you to blush.

“mhm, well it is peaceful here. a perfect place to spend the day, right?” flashing him a smile, law agreed, letting you of your hand to pull his hat down to cover his face that showed such a happy expression just by seeing you smile.

“yeah, and...” trailing his words, law then cleared his throat before taking out what he was holding with his other hand in his pocket—a small box.

“..it's a perfect place to propose too, am i right?”

HE BE SO SMOOTH AS FUCK HERE, AXJSFKKFEMD SNSDKDKSN.

upon hearing his words, you were then left stunned, eyes moving from him and to the now exposed ring in his hand, a gasp escaping your mouth—out of words.

“you know what i'll say now, so—you wanna get married, to me?” finally asking the question that you've long waited for, you immediately nodded, happy exclaims of ‘yes’ leaving your mouth as your lover took your hand to slip the ring in your finger.

it may not seem like it, but law is happy, very happy to level up your relationship with him, going from dating to engaged, and soon, married...

EUSTASS KID

marriage? kid?? FUCK YEAH LET'S GO!!

you see here, my friend, kid is someone who values loyalty and relationships very much.

so obviously, he has marriage in mind, especially with you!

just prove your loyalty and love to him, kid will immediately think of marrying you.

nah jk, not immediately because he has trust issues, ahshahsahah.

might want to take his time in a dating status with you before bringing marriage into his mind.

“hey kid, when're ya gonna marry y/n, huh?” killer asks with a big grin under his mask, knowing that his friend had his mind set into marrying his lover which is you for some time now.

yes, that's right folks, kid has been thinking of proposing to you!

“if i could marry them now, i'd do it.” the red haired man answers, snickering at his own response as he thought of when will the perfect time actually come so he can propose to you..

“then why don't you do it now? tonight? no one's stopping you, kid, ffaffaffa!” killer ‘jokes,’ his advice lighting the bulb in kid's mind.

kid will take his joke seriously, thinking that it's an advice and will actually prepare to propose to you.

“damn right killer, i'll do it tonight. i'll fucking get married to y/n no matter what!” the man with flaming red hair exclaims, immediately getting up from his seat, going in his workshop because—

before we go on to why he went inside his workshop, let us please have...

killer panicking because of his dumb captain who took him seriously.

tried to stop him and tells him to think about it for a while. keyword, tried.

he can't do anything about it because kid had already made his mind up because he can and he will propose to you tonight.

killer soon gave up and just supported his friend.

and yeah, kid went inside his workshop BECAUSE!! he's gonna make a customized ring for youuuu!

will pick the most beautiful jewel and the finest metal out there just to make the ring he'll use to propose to you~

TIME TO PROPOSE!

is surprisingly romantic, well, kinda?

kid waits 'til the beautiful midnight sky shows, moon lighting the dark sea up.

he's holding the ring he had made in his hand, carefully clutching it in his palms, not wanting to break the product he had worked hard for.

but as time ticked, kid slowly grows nervous as he waits for you to show up.

“kid, why'd you wake me up? it's getting late, we should just sleep..“ you muttered, scratching your hair as your half lidded eyes stared at your lover who stood underneath the moonlight that shone on him, bringing a smile on your face.

“look, darlin', the sky's pretty, almost like you, right?” he commented, looking up the sky and to you, a smile that is somewhat tame on his face, an unusual sight for you.

“mhm..” standing beside him, you then admired the night, getting caught up in its beauty, not noticing the red head revealing the ring as he stood behind you with his heart loudly thumping.

“don't you think the moon is beautiful—kid!!?” you suddenly exclaim with a loud gasp, covering your mouth to hide the shock you felt upon turning around to see your lover with the ring, cheeks red as his hair.

“don't shout, damn it! it'll be embarrassing if someone sees us so romantic, so just answer me if you agree on us getting married!!” he shouts, biting his lower lip, falling embarassed as you chuckle, a big, dumb smile appearing on your face.

“fuck yeah! i'll marry you, dumbass!” launching yourself on kid, you two then fell on the ground, cursing each other out with smiles on your faces, knowing that the ring that kid had slip into your finger will bind you two together as lovers..

couldn't sleep the whole night because of happiness, not believing that you are now engaged with him.

will brag about your proposal the next day to his crew who knew about it because of the shouting.

KILLER

quick answer; yes. he is in for marriage.

like kid, he too values relationships built, especially when it comes to romantic ones.

though he is the same as law, too.

he prefers to propose when he knows you enough.

would also prefer to built up great trust between him and you first before marriage is bought up.

trust issues goes brrtttt, ahshahssa.

yk, when the right time comes? that's what he is thinking of when it's abt proposing to you.

surprise surprise, the ‘right time’ came one fateful night..~

it's getting late now and you've been needing sleep, so you immediately headed to your shared room with your lover, expecting him to be in bed already, but no.

killer stood there frozen upon seeing you enter. he is bare. his face is. the mask he had always worn is off, so you were given the chance to see his face that he has never shown you.

“ah, kil! you getting ready to sleep?” you casually asked with a small chuckle, now sitting on the edge of the bed as you looked at your lover who stood still like a stone. you are admiring him, his face, his body, his everything.

“by the way, kil.. you look beautiful, my love.” you complimented, looking at his face that he had always been insecure of dreamily, your reaction and comment catching him off guard. and from that point—he knew.

he knew that you were the one for him by that encounter.

he knew that it is you who he should marry, the one he should be with for the rest of his life.

you showed him love and adoration, something that he hasn't felt.

he's an insecure bby, pls love him.

“fuck, kid. i told you that i'm gonna propose to y/n when the right time comes, right?” he bought up to his friend who nodded, feeling kinda off by the tone killer used.

“mh-mhm, why? you gonna propose to them already?” kid inquired to the blonde who chuckled,

“yeah, i am. they're definitely the one for me, and i'm ready to spend my whole life with them.”

kid defo is cringing out with killer being so fucking in love with you.

but still—

he supports his friend, #bffgoals.

offers to make a ring for u two. what a guy. i love him sm and killer will probably take the offer up cuz why naurt coconut??

trusts his menace of a friend with the rings. kid surprisingly does it nicely though..

just a reminder from kid; REJECT MY BESTIE'S PROPOSAL AND I'LL HUNT YOU DOWN.

PROPOSAL TIME! killer is a romantic guy, no one changing my mind, period.

slightly nervous to propose, but gets over it.

“ah, love, i'm here now. sorry for the wait, i was fixing up, ehe.” you snickered, arriving a bit late for your date with the man who's already in the table, not wearing his mask, revealis his handsome face.

“it's fine, my love. why don't we eat now? i was the one who cooked the meal.” helping you sit, you and killer then began to eat, having small chats here and there until the food finished...

“my love, y/n, i love you, and i thank you for doing the same for me, thank you for loving me so...” getting down on one knee as he spoke, killer pulled the ring out of its case, shocking you by this. “k-killer..!?”

“..so i'm asking you this—will you marry me?” smiling as he asked the question that you immediately asnwered with a loud “yes!” killer then had you wear the ring before kissing you with all his love..

over the moon knowing that he's gonna be your husband soon.

#ੈ♡˳· butterfluffy #trafalgar law x reader #eustass kid x reader #killer x reader #killer one piece x reader #one piece killer x reader #trafalgar d. water law x reader #trafalgar d. law x reader #eustass captain kid x reader #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece fanfiction #one piece oneshot #one piece headcanons #one piece scenario

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covetyou · 3 months

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last line tag game

thank you @sp00kymulderr @corazondebeskar-reads @punkshort and @idolatrybarbie for the tags 💛

rules: in a new post, show the last line(s) you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you like).

issue is I'm working on like 5-10 things at once right now, so you're getting the literal last line from a few things, in the order of their release.

if you would like to know more please slip me an ask, comment or DM and I will be happy to RAVE about things at you.

Joel x F!Reader - 26th March

"Bye." You slam the door, the stupid fucking self locking door, and slide down it, head in your hands. You have never felt so fucking stupid.

Dieter BRC Prompt - 30th March

But your resolve never was that strong where Dieter was concerned. Not really. "Fine. I'll stay."

down to clown - 1st April

You lift the dress, the wired hem flexing and bouncing in your palms, and reveal her cock dangling freely between her legs.

some good friend pt. 2 - TBD

The hand on the back of your sweater tightens, and you know this is it. You’re just glad it’s not the knife. Instead it’s fabric pressing on your wind pipe until the stars give way to darkness, a street lamp turning supernova, and you're out.

PA WIP 1 - TBD

But, while you can still hear it, that steady beep - beep - beep is the most beautiful thing you've ever heard.

PA WIP 2 - TBD

"No, I mean… Do you ever think it's weird how you're my only friend? The only one I have. And I pay you. I pay you to be my friend. The one person I have, and I pay you to be my friend."

tagging these lovelies, I am deeply sorry if you have already been tagged, but braincells, in this economy? not a chance.

@theywhowriteandknowthings @perotovar @chronically-ghosted @noxturnalpascal @tightjeansjavi @missredherring

#wip tag #coveted updates #fic: dress up joel #fic: carnal val #tim rockford x reader #joel miller #dieter bravo #tim rockford

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spockvarietyhour · 1 year

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In harm's way, "Supernova Pt 1"

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slightlystupidhun · 1 year

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Master List

I’ll try to make sure everything is here!!

Redacted Content

Playing Games

Sam

Milo

David

Asher

Comforting My Confrontations

Sam x Darlin

Pt 1

Pt 2

Oh No They’re Hot

First impressions of Darlin

Angel

Baabe

Sweetheart

Honey

The One That Almost Stayed

Before Darlin met Sam (Quinn and Tank)

Pt 1

Pt2

Pt3

Pt4

Pt5

Pt6

Pt7

Pt8

Pt9

Skating Around Us

Baabe X Asher

Pt 1

Pt 2

Pt 3

Pt 4

Pt 5

Valentines Day

My Supernova (David x Angel) one shot

Reunite My Heart (Listener Siblings Babe, Angel, Sweetheart)

Dahlia Dynamites

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

If The Shoe Fits… Bear It. (Royal AU. Vincent x Lovely)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Only A Badge (MiloxSweetheart)

Only A Badge 1, Only A Badge 2

Oh My Duke (Sam x Darlin)

Clip Your Wings (Angel Angst)

Milo X Sweetheart Ain’t Misbehavin

Niente- Band AU

Part 1, Part 2

Protector(SamxDarlin)

Babysitting Duty (SamxDarlin Babysitting)

#redacted asmr #redacted audios #redacted darlin #redacted david #milo redacted #redacted sam #redacted asmr asher #sam x darlin #redacted shaw pack #redacted asher

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koco-coko · 1 year

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Beware the Dreamer's Lie | Renegade AU Fanfic (pt. 1?)

@justsomerandomficsforrenegades

What if Adrian never forgave Nova?

Yes, I will be making more parts probably >:))

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A mother comforts her child, saying every nightmare has an end.

Well, that’s just a bold-faced lie, isn’t it?

Nova knew that better than anyone.

Staring at the ceiling, she couldn’t help but wonder what brought her here. Was it herself or the external circumstances? Sometimes, it felt better to blame herself. Having hate in her heart for so long was tiring. She was so tired. Sometimes, she just wanted to sleep all day.

It was all your fault. You were led astray. You betrayed everyone.

"I will never forgive you."

Adrian spat at her. Those words played on repeat in her head.The Supernova, and she lost everything. Honey tried to sting her death, Phobia turned out to be of Adrian's creation and his mother's murderer– He destroyed Nova's whole life, really. Had he not appeared, Nova would still have her parents. Adrian would still have his.

And yet, blame placed on her own heart felt lighter. She had grown tired of hating the world around her. It made her feel powerful, in a sick, twisted way. She caused the destruction of Nova Mclain and Artino. Insomnia and Nightmare were now dead because of Nova and all her failings.

Take the shot.

If only she could. After everything settled down, Leroy was the only one left. Sometimes, he stopped by to try and cheer her up. Ever since her twenty-first, he'd bring wine if it was a special occasion.

By now, though, her heart was too closed for him to appeal to it anymore. She'd rather cry on her own.Finally, Nova forced herself off the couch. Everything in that apartment held the stench of death, despite the overhaul. After the Supernova, there was no place she could go. So, she went to the one place she couldn't get out of her head.

Bang.

Apartment 206.

The best part? Nobody wanted to live in the building where a family was murdered. It was a lot like the tunnels, actually, except she didn’t mind it. A dimly lit, tiny place that barely saw the light of day.

A couch, rusty TV, a dinner table. That was all the main room held. The master bedroom was even sadder, and the other was completely empty. At least the bathroom was cramped enough to hide the lack of decor. Nova stared at herself in the mirror. Sweet Rot, her hair was that long now? Sure, the past few years weren't her most shining moments, but seeing her hair reached below her shoulders just wasn't a great sight. Split ends and cowlicks were littered throughout the black blob of hair. Nova was quick to brush it, her teeth and briefly try to snap a ponytail on. She quickly gave up on it.

She lumbered throughout the house like a sleepwalking giant, each step crashing down on the floor. Pouring cereal felt like a blur. She only realized it was there when she saw her reflection in the milk. Eating it was even more hazy. What was she supposed to do again? The single lamp in the room flickered.

Oh, that was right. Leroy needed help stocking things. He liked her working in the back, not out front. Drove away business even more or something like that. Her memory was getting pretty hazy as of late. Maybe that was a bad sign. She put the same hoodie on, the same jeans, the same everything. The apartment complex echoed her every step. The door closing sounded like a gong. There wasn’t much left of the poor place. Just hollow walls and rusting steel stairways.

And so, she went to work as she did every day. Same shelves, same rude stares, same mumbled insults and rumors, same… Everything was so blurry. She learned how to fill her ears with static.“Nova?” Leroy repeated. She hummed and slowly glanced at him. “I said, shift’s over. Go home.” After a harsh glare, he smiled gently. “I left some money in the back. Get a burger or something.” Nova hummed again and stumbled her way out.

Ten bucks was enough. Soda and some food. That’s all she needed. Thank the heavens she had a hoodie big enough to cover her most noticeable features. It didn’t stop the speculation. Maybe she should ask Leroy for a chemical mask. Could something change her voice, too? Well, no, she’d rather not change her voice.

“Order for… Noreen?” a young woman yelled into the crowd, “Is that right? Noreen?” Nova snatched the bag from the girl and left the building promptly afterwards. How many names had she gone through now? Nova Mclain, Artino, Insomnia, Nightmare, and now Noreen. She still had to decide on a last name, but Noreen worked just fine in most cases. Not like she was going to any doctor’s offices anytime soon. Not like they’d dare treat her.

For the past six years, this is how Nova operated. Repeat, repeat, repeat. Block out the bad thoughts with monotonous times. Any excitement in her life would remind her of an artist’s hands and lips, a friend’s eccentric hair, a buddy’s strange sense of humor, and butterflies everywhere. She hadn’t seen them lately, but apparently, there was a happy end. Danna and Narcissa went on the occasional date, Ruby and Oscar were smitten, Max found passions in science, the Everharts were going strong and reforming the Renegades for the better, Frostbite was… eh, nobody cares about her… and Adrian…

Nova gritted her teeth. She decided a long time ago to keep from stalking his social media. One accidental like and a war broke out in her dms. It seemed only Narcissa was open for rational discussion. Danna wasn’t thrilled about that, though.

Nova shoved her phone in her pockets and kept walking. Nightmare was the ghost of Gatlon, wandering aimlessly through streets and diners at night, never staying in one spot like. Just like old days. Sometimes, she’d stare down the steps to the subway tunnels, only to lose the contest and continue forward.

And so, life continued with Nova stuck in paralysis.

Well, until one day.

A fire broke out. Was it a bank? Another library? Ah, no matter. It felt the same. The same type of heat washing over her, the same type of screaming– only this time, Nova felt no need to help them. The Renegades always saved the day. They saved Magpie, they saved Max, Adrian, Ruby, everyone but her. She was used to that now.

But now, the Renegades were running late.

She stood steely in the middle of the street as people scattered in different directions. No fear was in her eyes. She’d survived far worse, anyways. Nova checked her phone again. Fifteen minutes. They never took fifteen minutes when she was Insomnia. It didn’t help that they were on the bad side of town, aka not next to Renegades HQ. They were actually pretty far from it, almost by the suburbs. Nova sighed. Maybe she would have to step in, but it was hard to tell if anyone was actually inside the building. She bounced her leg, watching her phone’s clock closely.

Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen.

Nova rolled her eyes and shoved her head over her face as hard as she could. Here goes nothing–Then a gunshot rang out and the screams got louder. The blood-curdling screams of a baby rang through the air. Nova’s ears were highly tuned for those.

Bang.

Another.

Bang. Papa.

Nova froze up. Evie was next. A chubby baby’s face was all she could see. Another. Her legs started moving on their own in the direction of the shot.

Three shots. On repeat.

She couldn’t see anything. A few figures appeared. A man made of fire, a burning building, an infant. Everything else disappeared into smoke as her instincts took over.

Three shots. On repeat. A baby crying. So distinct, so painful. She wouldn’t fail this time.

When they finally stopped, Nova found a pistol in her hands and a young man with a dent in his head. Had she… pistol-whipped… blood? Was he dead? God, she needed to get her memory back in shape. The Renegades would finally kill her for this. For real, this time.

Three shots. Mama, Papa, Evie… It all was so constant, so clear.

Except something was different now. Nova blinked herself to reality.

Evie didn't stop crying.

She looked down. A baby, maybe a year or so old, wailing her little lungs out. Nova dropped the pistol within seconds. Covered in soot and smog, coughing on occasion, wiggling and writhing on the floor.

Nova stared down at the child. Actually, her nose was a bit too short. Her hair was too curly, too. And her eyes were a bright green, not blue. She was slightly leaner, too. Big, fat tears rolled down her cheeks.

The Renegades would be here any minute. One drop, two drops. Rain started falling. Nova didn’t mind getting too soaked, though, but perhaps a young child would. She stared down at the crying baby covered in smoke. Green eyes blinked and stared up at her, then returned to loud sobs. Nova chuckled. Was this even real? A baby girl faced with death in a cute little onesie.

The Renegades would be here any minute, and they’d save a little girl. They saved Maggie, they saved Max, Adrian… Everyone but her. That was a fact set in stone. This would be no different. Another orphan would be brought in the arms of a Renegade and someday lead a great life…

But a twisted, disgusting fantasy took hold. Nova laughed.

She knelt down and scooped the infant into her arms, cradling her close to her chest.

Gently, she rubbed her thumb across her cheek.

In an instant, she had been soothed to sleep.

Nova laughed harder as the rain started to beat down.

The sirens started blaring. Nova turned on her heel and began the journey home, chuckling and laughing to herself the entire time. She finally did it.

The baby nuzzled herself deep into Nova's chest, snug against hoodie's zipper.

She whispered, just loud enough for the child to hear.

“I think I’ll call you Evie.”

#the renegades trilogy #the renegades #nova artino #adrian everhart #evie artino #marissa meyer #Danna Bell #fanfic #I love messy depressed nova #I love mentally ill women #Dont worry it gets better #someday #posted on ao3

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cruel-intenti0ns · 11 months

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Was tagged by @biggoll to shuffle my repeat playlist, list ten, and tag ten. Here we goooo

I tag @f0rgttenrune @nebulasunset @tombofmemories @swaddle @lizzyy26 @the-cory-so-far @silent-cha0s @0nelastn1ght @coma-white-1 @xbrat-behaviorx

#Spotify

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thewolvesof1998 · 6 months

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AO3 | Redbubble | ko-fi

Art and Sticker Commissions are open!

My Fics:

You can see all my posts about my fics/WIPs by searching the tag 'thewolvesof1998 writes'

I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown (826, T, Buddie): Post AO3

You with the dark curls, you with the watercolor eyes (1.6k, M, Buddie): Post AO3

asking all these questions, just to be polite, while dying inside (1.2k, T, Buddie): Post AO3

Tapping Morse Code into your heart (2.8k, E, Buddie): Post AO3

I want you to be selfish with me (4.6k, M, Buddie): Post AO3

You bring me comfort (4.2k, T, Buddie): Post AO3

I Can See You (3.1k, T, Buddie): Post AO3

Alright, Cowboy, Go Get 'Em (2/3 Chapters, 16.9K, E, Buddie): Post AO3 Masterlist

Under the Guise of Violence (3k, E, Buddie): Post AO3

nicknames, supernova similes and the family we make (798w, G, Buddie): Post AO3

let me cradle your body (be a safe place to rest) (1.9K, G, Buddie): Post AO3

even when the heat breaks I'm still yours (6.1k, E, Buddie) Post AO3

We might end up real close (2.2k, E, Buddie) Post AO3

They don’t know (your name is already mine) (7.6k, G, Buddie) Post AO3

A good ally (2k, E, Bucktommy) post AO3

Fic Writing Review 2023 (which includes a list of all my current wips and links to post about them.)

Masterlist of ‘I don’t mind if we fight, If you make me bleed.’ posts

My favourite writing tool

My Original Writing:

Someone to be Gentle- Original Poem

Water Burial -Original Poem (trigger warnings)

My God is a Woman - Original Poem

My Edits:

You can see all my post about my edits by searching the tag 'thewolvesof1998 edit'

Don't Go Where I Can't Follow - LOTR inspired Buddie

Evan Buckley Icons

Eddie Diaz Instagram Post

What Was I Made For x Evan Buckley

Buck's Tweets inspired by Oliver's own Tweets

RWRB Buddie Movie Posters

Ryan Guzman Twilight poster

My Art:

You can see all my post about my art by searching the tag 'thewolvesof1998 art'

Cowboy Buck inspired by my fic Alright, Cowboy, Go Get 'Em

Sad pumpkin Buckley

Buck in short shorts and crop top pt. 1 (wip)

Buck in short shorts and crop top pt. 2 (wip)

Rodeo Star Buck (wip)

Rodeo Star Buck (finished)

My Stickers

'I do not panic' Eddie Diaz sticker

Grog Mayo Sticker

Wolf Pack Dispatch:

1/12/23

1/01/24

HOW TO WATCH SEASON 7 OF 9-1-1

#9-1-1 #buddie #thewolvesof1998 writes #thewolvesof1998 art #thewolvesof1998 edit

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coffeecat1983 · 9 months

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Mario Bros: Connected pt 1. (Mario Movieverse fanfic)

Time: November 2001. Beeps and blips filled the living room of the little basement apartment, along with clicking of buttons. Arthur sat cross-legged on the floor with Mario in his lap, the little one happily slapping away at a disconnected controller as his uncle played with the connected one. The floor was covered in blankets and toys. The twins were babysitting their nephews for the weekend to give Marianna and Giovanni a break. Mario babbled at the TV as Arthur took out a group of enemies. "You tell em, kid!" he laughed. Mario looked towards the kitchen as a new sound drifted towards him. Arthur paused the game as Mario reached towards the doorway, his little fingers opening and closing. "Umm BAH!" he squeaked. Arthur lifted him and stood, quiet as he approached the kitchen. The source of the new sound quickly became clear. Tony danced around the kitchen, headphones over his ears and Luigi in his arms. The cord led down to a music player hidden in his jeans pocket. As he danced, he sang along to the tune he was listening to. Luigi meanwhile was giggling and watching him with a look of joy on his little face. Arthur stayed in the doorway, watching them with a smile. Mario cuddled against his chest, listening to the singing. Unable to help himself, Arthur joined in on the chorus. Tony was startled but kept the tune, finishing it with his twin. As he pulled off his headphones and dropped them on the counter away from Luigi's reach, Arthur chuckled. "Bee Gees? Really, bro?" "What? Alone is a good song! I could have picked Champagne Supernova." Arthur laughed harder. "And have Luigi's first words be 'we were getting high'? Marianna would kill you. Dinner almost done?" Tony glanced at the timer. "Not much longer. You wanna pick out a movie?" Arthur hummed and gave a nod, taking Mario back to the living room. Gently running his fingers through Luigi's dark brown hair, Tony began humming Alone. "Whadda ya think, kiddo? Should that be our special song?" he said softly. Luigi just smiled at him. A little later found the twins on the couch, a movie on low as the baby Bros slept on a blanket nearby. "What do you think they'll be like when they're older?" Tony said, watching them sleep as the movie came to an end. Arthur hummed. "Crazy, like us." he finally said. Tony snickered, rolling his eyes. "Be serious!" His younger twin looked thoughtful. "Luigi's gonna be like you somehow. Gonna keep Mario balanced, I think." "Mario's gonna be feisty like you, I bet. Got that protective nature already." Taking off his glasses, Tony rubbed at his head. "Just hope Gio's a bit easier on em." "Yeah." Arthur looked over at him. "Headache?" "Headache and a little dizzy." Tony put his glasses back on. "Happens once in a while." He was startled at a tugging on his leg. Luigi had woken up and toddling over, was reaching up towards him. Tony picked him up and Luigi snuggled against him, clutching his purple tee. "Heh, you know when I don't feel right, don't you, kiddo?" Settling in, the little one stuck his thumb in his mouth, drifting off as he listened to his uncle's heartbeat.

Year: 2014 It was Sunday evening, and the family was relaxing after dinner. Giovanni and Arthur were talking about work, Mario had escaped to the Bros' room to play video games. Luigi had stayed at the table. He seemed to be listening in on his dad and uncle, but in reality, he was keeping an eye on Tony. The older twin had been oddly quiet during dinner and hadn't eaten much. Luigi kept feeling a familiar sense of unease. After just a few minutes, Tony excused himself, heading for the living room. He reclined on the couch, hand to his head as he shut his eyes.

In the kitchen at the little table, Marianna and Marie chatted. Both were surprised when Luigi came in and got into the cabinets, pulling out a box of teabags and a mug. "Ginger tea? Are you okay, sweetheart?" Marianna asked as her son filled the mug with water and headed for the microwave. "Yeah, it's not for me." Luigi said, watching the mug turn. Behind him, Arthur had gotten up and gone in the living room. As the microwave beeped, he came back in the kitchen. "Hey Mar, you got any-" "I got it, Uncle Art." Luigi said, dropping the teabag into the mug. He grabbed a spoon and two packets of sugar before heading for the living room. Arthur stared after him. "How the heck, Tony didn't ask him for that, right?" Marianna just shook her head, as confused as he was.

Luigi slowly walked into the living room, careful to not spill any of the steaming liquid. Salvatore gave him a nod of approval as he placed it on the table beside the couch. "Uncle Tony?" Luigi said softly. Tony cracked open an eye and then sat up, giving him a smile. "Hey kiddo." "I brought you some tea." Luigi said, sitting beside him. "Thanks, Arthur ask you to bring it?" Luigi shook his head. "I was making it before you asked him. I knew you needed it." Tony paused in stirring in the sugar. "You knew?" The 15-year-old nodded. "You weren't feeling good at dinner, either." Sipping at the tea, Tony sighed. "Kiddo, you never cease to amaze me, you know that?" He cringed, rubbing at his head again. "Stupid headaches." he muttered. "You really should see a doctor about those." Salvatore spoke up. Tony groaned. "He did, Papa, three times just this year." Arthur said from the living room doorway. "They never find anything." Leaning back, Tony closed his eyes. "They always blame my eyesight but say my glasses should help." He smiled faintly, wrapping his arm around Luigi's shoulders as his nephew leaned into him. "How did you know about the tea?" he asked softly. Luigi snuggled close. "I donno, just did."

Time: Late August 2023, after the Bros move to the Mushroom Kingdom...

Mario landed neatly on his feet outside of the Brooklyn warp pipe. Luigi meanwhile came crashing out with a yell, the toolbox spilling as he landed. He rubbed his head as he sat up. "I don't think I'll ever get the hang of that," he muttered. Mario laughed and helped him up before they both began to pick up the tools. "You'll get it someday, Lu, and once you do it'll be easy." Luigi shouldered the toolbox and paused, an odd look on his face. Mario put a hand on his shoulder. "You okay?" "Yeah, just, I donno something felt off for a second." His phone pinged and he checked it. The alert that it was time for a job was flashing. "It's probably nothing. We gotta get going!" As the bros reached the street and headed for their first job, Luigi paused again, looking in the direction of the family's apartment building. An odd feeling crept over him. Shaking it off, he broke into a run to catch up with his brother.

At the apartments, Arthur stretched as he exited his little home office and went into the kitchen. Glancing at the clock he noted the time. "Two-thirty, the boys should be here for work by now." he muttered, reaching for the coffeepot. He looked at the door at the sound of soft footsteps. Tony came in, dressed still in his nightclothes. Dark circles were under his eyes. "What happened to you?" Arthur asked, "Hangover?" "Very funny," Tony grumbled. "This headache won't quit, I feel awful." Arthur grew concerned as Tony rushed over to the sink. Thinking his brother was going to be sick, he grabbed a dishtowel and came over. Tony had a hand up to his nose and when he pulled it away, crimson dripped down his fingers into the drain. "Nosebleeds, too." he said. "I think I ruined my pillow last night." "I'll run out in a bit and get you a new one." Arthur said. "C'mon, you need to sit and tip your head back or somethin'."

"Wrench?" Mario held his hand out. There was no reply and he glanced out from under the kitchen sink. "Lu, you okay?" "Huh? Oh! Sorry," Luigi dug in the tools and handed him the wrench. Mario took it and tightened up the pipe. As he worked, he heard Luigi begin to hum. Something about the tune was faintly familiar, but Mario couldn't place it. After he finished with the loose pipe, he crawled out and got up. "What song is that, Lu?" he asked, dusting himself off. "I, I don't know. It's been in my head all day." Finishing up with the customer, the Bros went outside. "Next job's not too far from here, you okay to walk?" Mario said. "Y-Yeah, I'm fine." Luigi was staring off towards their home apartment again. Mario playfully tapped his head. "Ey, earth to Lu! What's got you in la la land today?" Luigi's shoulders slumped. "Sorry bro, just, I donno." He looked at Mario. "Something just feels wrong." "Hmm, well maybe seeing everyone at dinner tonight will help." Mario smiled. "A little of Ma's cooking never hurts, either." His younger brother let out a laugh. "Yeah, maybe." The two went on to the next job and Luigi was careful to focus and help out, the job a shower that was clogging up no matter what the customer tried. He began humming again as they worked, the same melody as before. "Huh, haven't heard that song in years!" Their customer stopped in the doorway. "You know it? I can't remember what it is." Luigi said. The customer nodded. "Yeah, came out about ninety-seven or so? It's Alone by the Bee Gees." They walked away, singing the lyrics. Luigi paused, a faint, blurry memory in the back of his mind. Holding on to a purple cloth, soft under his little fingers. Warmth and comfort surrounded him as he heard someone sing to him. "Our song." he muttered. A little later, they stood on the front porch as Mario finished up the details. Luigi felt tense and began fidgeting, staring off in the distance again. Panic hit him hard and fast. "M-Mario?" he called out, his chest growing tight. Mario started down the stairs. "Right behind ya, Lu-" he stopped when he saw the terrified look Luigi gave him. "We need to go! Now!" Luigi bolted, running faster than Mario had ever seen. He was heading towards the apartment. Without a word, Mario ran after him.

They arrived, both out of breath, as an ambulance was pulling away from the front of their childhood home. "Ma!" Mario called out. Their parents were on the sidewalk, Marianna looked scared and Giovanni was digging in his pocket for his keys. The Bros made it across the street. "W-Was that Papa Sal?" Mario gasped out. Marianna shook her head, tears in her eyes. "It was-" "Uncle Tony." Luigi finished softly. Pulling out his keys, Giovanni kissed Marianna's cheek then turned to the bros. "I'm heading to the hospital; your Uncle Arthur is with him now. I'll call you as soon as we hear anything." he explained. Mario took off his hat, feeling lost. "Ma, what's going on?" Marianna gathered her boys in her arms, hugging them both. "Let's go upstairs and talk." Once upstairs, they gathered in the little living room where Salvatore, Marie, and Bria were. As the bros sat on the couch, Bria got up from the floor and sat beside Mario, hugging his arm. "What on earth happened?" Mario asked. "It was scary." Bria said softly. Mario pulled his arm loose and put it around her. Marie spoke up. "Tony's been having those headaches again and it's been getting worse. He started with nosebleeds last night, and then today..."

Arthur paused, a sting nagging at the base of his skull. It grew stronger and he heard the crash of a coffee mug shattering in the kitchen. "A-Art!" came the fearful cry. "Tony?" he got up and went in to see his older brother shaking, his favorite mug in pieces on the floor. He was clutching at his head as blood dripped off his mustache and down his mouth. Taking a step forward, Tony collapsed. Marie and Bria ran in when they heard Arthur begging his brother to wake up.

Giovanni entered the small room in the ER of Eastern General hospital. The bed was gone. Arthur jumped up from his seat, he was shaking slightly as his older brother hugged him. "Where is he?" Giovanni asked as they sat back down. "They um, they rushed him off for tests, brain scans and stuff." Arthur ran his fingers nervously through his hair before holding his hands out. "Feels weird, like I should be holding his Walkman about now." Tears stung his eyes. "God, Gio, I can't do this, I can't-" Giovanni held up a hand. "Stop right there. Don't think about it that way, wait until we hear from the doctor." "Right," Arthur said softly, folding his arms, "you're right." The room grew quiet, the only sounds that of the hospital past the sliding glass doors. "Does Tony still have his Walkman?" Giovanni asked. Arthur gave a nod. "And his portable CD player, and most of his music, too." Both were startled at a tap and the door sliding open.

Back at the apartment, the only sound was that of the TV. Salvatore had turned it on as a distraction, but it wasn't working. Luigi was staring at the floor, his leg bouncing nervously. Mario meanwhile was watching silly videos with Bria on her phone, trying to keep her from worrying. In the kitchen, Marianna was prepping coffee for everyone, and she nearly dropped the carafe as Marie's phone went off. Marie quickly answered. "Art?! Babe, what's going on?" Having heard, Salvatore clicked off the TV and the whole family grew quiet. Marianna's heart sank as she saw her sister-in-law uttered a low "Oh, God." "Ma?" Luigi came in, looking scared. Putting her arm out, Marianna urged him over and held him, rubbing his back as they listened in. "For how long? Okay, I'll get that right now and bring it up. No, it's not a problem." Marie said into the phone. "Love you, too." Hanging up, she let out a shuddering sigh as she stood. "Living room." she said. Marianna and Luigi followed her in, taking their seats. "What is it, Marie?" Marianna asked gently. Marie hesitated. "They found a brain tumor." she said softly. "They're going in for emergency surgery first thing in the morning."

To be continued....

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