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I have to be dreaming (Chapter 3)

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"Three hours Luffy!"

Luffy had three hours to get to Mock town and back, else the ship leaves without him. He huffed as he ran his damn hardest, weaving between trees, jumping over stone, his mind being brought to Cricket, and him apologizing.

He apologized. Apologized for not being able to stop Bellamy and his pirates. Like it was his fault, not the idiot who dared to mess with him and his friend.

He ran, ran until his legs hurt, until his breathing became heavy, until his vision narrowed and all he could see was him beating that dirty creep.

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"Those monkeys were so funny! Bloody faces and snot streaming from their noses!" Two men clink their drinks together, reminiscing on their attack on Cricket. "Crying "Boss! Boss!"" He mocked with laugh.

"If he was so precious, they should've protected him better." Sarquiss laughs, taking a sip of beer.

The door slabs open with a bam, "Bad news!!" A tall man rips open the door with, huffing and puffing from running. "You gotta hide quick, you're in danger!! They'll kill you!!" He yells to Bellamy, sweating.

Bellamy turns around slowly, snarling at the words. "What are you talking about?" He growls, his voice low. The man searches in his pocket, looking for something, eventually pulling out two wanted posters, Luffy's and Zoro's.

Zoro's bounty being 60 million.

Luffy's bounty being 100 million.

The men gape slack jawed, "A hundred million?" One gasps.

The man hands shakes as he grips tighter on the paper. "Those guys from today are worth more than you are Bellamy!!"

Some man in the back scoffs, "I've never met anybody worth hundred million berries." He waves away, nearly choking on his beer when Bellamy starts manically laughing.

"Haven't you heard of pirates like that? Printing up fake wanted posters about himself to impress fools like you?" He explains though gritted teeth, gripping the bar in front of him as his knuckles turn white. "Idiots take one look at the bounty and back down. They get scared and give up without a fight, even though they could win!"

He roughly turns around, nearly spitting in anger as he speaks. "Just like you guys right now! You've seen how puny he is but looking at you! Fucking disgusting!"

The men in the bar look petrified, shaking in their seats at the ferocity of the man. Bellamy's chest heaves up and down, his face hot and steaming with rage.

"Bellamy! Where are you!" The men in the bar tear their gaze from Bellamy, flinching at the sound of Luffy's voice.

"Who wants to know?" Bellamy knew who it was, but wanted to tease him a bit, smirking as he spoke. He walks outside, Luffy high atop a tall building.

"Heh, we were just talking about you." Bellamy says.

Luffy ignores him, "Gimme the gold you took from the diamond-head man."

Bellamy's large coat blows in the wind as he playfully tilts his head. "Gold?! You mean old man Cricket's?" Using his Devil Fruit power, Bellamy's legs turned into springs, him jumping up, coming face to face with Luffy.

"Why should I return it, that's loot I took as a pirate." He saw with a loud tump as he lands. "You may be a pirate, but you're in no position to make demands."

"Sure I am." Luffy responded, tightening his fists. "Those are my friends, and I'm taking their gold back."

At this point, the people from the bar have funneled out of the bar, into the street and are spectating the fight. "Ha! Ha! Ha! Can you even fight?! Do you even know how to throw a punch?! What can a coward like you do to me?!" Bellamy screams, getting closer and closer to Luffy as the wind blows.

"If you stand there shaking like you did earlier today, you won't be taking anything back from me, coward!" His voice is animalistic, howling every world as he attempts to edge Luffy on.

Luffy's hair blows in the wind, his stare emotionless, "That was different."

Bellamy lets out a loud, bellowing mouth, "Ha! Ha! Oh? So, what's changed?!" Bellamy propels himself up, his coat falling off him as he flips in the air. "I'll teach a lesson you won't live to forget!"

The jump causes the roof of the building to break off as he jumps onto the side off another. "It'll only take a second!!" Jumping back towards a stumbling Luffy, pulling back his arm as he winds up a punch. Dodging the punch, Luffy falls back down to the street, landing on his feet quickly as Bellamy chuckles.

Bellmay's movements were rapid, him appearing invisible. The others on the street panicked, moving away as Luffy stands still. Laughing echos around him and Bellamy flings himself from building to building. "Come to think of it, you're a lot like that old man and those monkeys. You believe the lies of his ancestor. What city of gold, what sky island. the age of dreaming is over!!" Bellamy declares as he whips around.

Luffy doesn't care and looks visibly bored. "You wanna see me land a punch?" Luffy asks the people standing behind him, ignoring their laughter.

"Get 'im, Bellamy! That fool doesn't deserve to live!" Sarquiss yells, watching as Bellamy winds up a jump towards Luffy.

Luffy cracks his fingers, extents an arm, and as Bellamy charges towards him, punches him directly in the face. Blood splatters from his mouth, the wooden floor underneath him peeling and cracking, the wind still blowing.

Blood plips from Luffy's knuckles, the group watching him dumbfounded as they stare at a blacked-out Bellamy. Luffy adjusts him hat a bit, it being shifted from the wind.

Sarquiss stands still, breathing deep in disbelief. "You're joking, right? Bellamy!? Don't kid around, say something?!" There's only silence, the wind blowing harshly, a paper landing right on his face.

'Wanted, dead or alive: Monkey D. Luffy. 100 million berries.'

"I want the old man's gold! Give it to me now!"

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"Why didn't anyone go with him?" You ask to the air, Zoro carrying around a pile of plywood. He groans, "He wanted to go on his own, there's nothing we could do."

Sanji pats you on the back as you hammer away, "Don't worry (Y/N), he can handle himself.' You sigh, hammering harder in frustration.

"Ugh, he's taking forever, where is he?!" Nami complains, staring at the coastline. She wipes her forehead, sweating from both nerves and the heat.

"I don't really think he's concerned with the time." Usopp mumbles, Nami groaning, kicking some grass. She gazes at the ground, looking back up when she hears the thumping of someone running.

"Hey!!" You jump up, hearing Luffy, seeing his with a bag filled to the brim.

"Hurry Luffy!!! We have to set sail!!" Nami cups her hand around her mouth, screaming towards him. He gets closer as he ships, he gasps at its new look.

"Wow!! That's awesome, it's the Going Merry flying version!!!" His eyes sparkle, before turning around and placing the bag in front of cricket.

"Thanks for fixing the ship!" Luffy smiles, Cricket's expression remaining in a frown.

"Get aboard, there's no time." Luffy nods, running towards the ship. He extends his arm, grabbing onto the railing and flipping onto the deck.

"Boy! This is where we say goodbye! No one has every proved that Skypiea doesn't exist. People may laugh and say they're silly legends. Well, let them laugh." Cricket extends his arms, belting out in exuberance. "That's what makes it a great adventure!!"

Luffy grins, giving him a deep nod, waving goodbye as the Going Merry sails away.

You smile, maybe this isn't too bad.

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"Hey Chopper, have you seen that blanket you gave me? Y'know, the blue one with the ruffles?" You look down, him already peering up at you. He tilts his head, thinking for a second before shaking it no.

"I haven't seen it, no." He responds.

You sigh, looking down at him guiltily. "Sorry, I must've left it back on the island."

Chopper smiles comfortingly. "Don't worry, we can always get you a new blanket."

You huff, not really the point but it works. You pat him on the head, his ears twitching a bit as you go back to leaning on the railing. "We got to get into position before the knock up stream blows." Masira explains from his ship. You listen as Luffy plays with the south bird like a toy, moving the head side to side, watching as it turns back to its original position.

"Look, (Y/N), look, it really does only face south!" You chuckle along with him, Luffy nearly keeling over in laughter.

Joh! Joh! Joh!~

"What'd it say Chopper?" Usopp asks.

"It said, "I'm facing the wrong direction just to mess you up." For some reason, that makes Luffy laugh even more. For a second, the bird turns north, growing very uncomfortable, before turning back south, the three laughing up a storm as you watch from the side, amused.

"Boss!" One of Masira's men called. "Bad news!!" Masira moves to the side of his ship, staring intensely out at the ocean. "To the southwest!! "Night" is coming!! It's the emperor cloud!!"

"This is bad! Can we make it, Shoujou?!" Masira yells, Shoujou deploying his men.

Nami rushes down to the main deck, snapping at Luffy and the others for goofy off. "The emperor cloud showed up early! We haven't even located the knock up stream yet!" She screams, everyone rushing around trying to get the ship ready to move.

The ship starts to sway, holding onto the railing in order not to fall. Masira yells towards the Marry, "That's a sigh of the knock up stream!! Head for that whirlpool!'

The waves only grow larger and larger, water falling onto the deck causing you to slip. "Navigator! What about the log pose?" You can make out Robin yelling over the sound of waves crashing.

Nami regains her senses, attempting to stand up straight. She looks down at the log pose, "It's pointing straight up at that cloud!!"

"Looks like we've hit the mark, brother." Masira yells to Luffy.

"It's all up to the current now!!" Shoujou bellows.

"We'll tow you to the whirlpool!!" Masira leans down, looking at Nami, her gaping at the gigantic whirlpool right in front of you. Your heart drops as you're pulled closer and closer to the center by Masira's ship.

"Alright guys! You're on your own from here! Good luck!!" Masira yells, sailing away with Shoujou. Luffy waved them away, smiling as you slipped trying to stand. Nami and Usopp freak out, crying as your all-sucked further in, hovering over the center.

"When you're finished whining, check this out." Zoro points as he helps you stand, holding you in place.

"We're going to be swallowed up!" Usopp yells as he crouches down and covers his head. You close your eyes, anticipating the worst, but instead you slat peacefully on the ground.

"What happened?" You question, opening your eyes back up and peering at the peaceful waters. It was serene, minus a few sounds of bubbling.

"Hey Zoro, look." He finally let's go of you, looking over at a grew of pirates on what looks to be a rath, one of which, was the man Luffy was arguing with before his confrontation with Bellamy.

"They're from Mock town." Nami said, Sanji scowling at the sight.

"We're gonna take that hundred million-berry head of yours!!" He booms, mouth wide.

"Did you say my heads worth a hundred million berries, really!?" Luffy asks back, jumping in excitement.

"There's a bounty of a hundred million on your head and, pirate hunter Zoro, you're worth sixty million." The man holds up two posters, laughing loudly.

Usopp pulls out binoculars to check, "It's true." He looks at Zoro for second, "You're a wanted man, Zoro!! Wait...why isn't there on of me?" He mumbles at the end.

"Your bounties must've skyrocketed after the Alabasta incident." Nami suggested, Luffy still to hyped up to listen.

"Hey, all you, pay attention!" You hear the faint yelling of Masira, feeling a rumbling beneath you as he speaks. The seas bubbles and bubble, waves lightly rippling as the bubble underneath you grows and grows.

"Whoa..." Luffy whispers, wet from the water splashing into the ship. A second passes, before booming the ship upward, you and the strawhats screaming as your pushed high up into the sky. Barrels and ropes fall sideways as the ship ascends, you awkwardly dodging them before you fall, now sitting on what was once the wall.

"Hey! What's happening?!" You hear someone say, unable to see because you closed your eyes as your stomach lurches in fear. You huddle into yourself as you wait it all out.

Luffy bounces all over the ship. "Come on (Y/N), this is fun." You shake your head, feeling like you were going to throw up as you were lurched father up into the air.

"This is not what I signed up for!!" You yelled over the wind. Luffy laughed, cheering on the Going Merry as he grabbed onto your shoulders. He watched as it reached further into the sky, ignoring your clear discomfort.

"Wait a minute?" You looked over at Sanji, posture stiffening under the hands of Luffy. "I think we're forgetting something.'" He says, looking down below the Merry with gritted teeth.

"What's wrong?" Luffy shifted his gaze from the sky to Sanji, wind rushing past his hair as he gripped harder on to your shoulders.

"The ship's beginning to float!! If we tilt back, we'll fall!!" He screams, Chopper and Usopp crying in unison. You try to stand and head toward Sanji, but are kept down by Luffy, who is still staring at the panicked book.

You huff, "It's a little late to think of that!" You shout, the rest of the crew becoming just as worried. Usopp and Chopper resort to continue crying, Sanji not being able to rip his eyes away from sea below him, and Zoro looks just as confused as always.

"It's all over for us! We're gonna fall!!" You hear Usopp say, tears and snot running down his face. Chopper runs over and attaches himself to Usopp's leg as the cower together.

"Hoist the sail! Now!!" Nami yells at Zoro, how gives her a stupid look.

"This isn't just a wall of water! It's the ocean! We can sail on it the way we would any current!" Nami explains, pointing towards the stream. "The heat from the stream and the explosion have created as blast of warm air!!" Everyone looked very confused at the explanation, including you as you gawk at her words.

"All right guys! Do what Nami say!" Luffy yells directing people around the ship, flinging himself to the mast and standing on top of it.

Everyone runs around, pulling ropes and hoisting the sail, as you sit and watch, unknowing what to do. You shiver from the water covering you, feeling yourself fall back onto the wall as the ship falls back.

"The ships leaving the water!" Chopper screams, Nami nodding as they all continue to hoist the sail.

You wait with batted breath as you expect to fall out of the boat and too your death, before wings springing out of Merry, leaving the knock up stream and continuing higher and higher.

"We're flying." Luffy cries, cheering as he jumps in excitement.

"Nami, You're amazing!!!" Sanji swoons, as she takes a deep breath of relief.

You're finally able to stand, joining the rest of the crew as you stare up into the clouds. "Can we really make it?" You whisper, Luffy nodding as he crossed his arms, following your gaze.

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"Nami, are we there yet?!" Luffy leans onto your shoulder, groaning in pure boredom. While the hardest part was over, there was still some ways to go before reaching the sky island.

Nami opens her mouth to respond, before she's interrupted by a cloud hitting all your faces. It's difficult to breath for a few seconds, the cloud enveloping you from all sides until you're finally free. You gasp, hand to your chest as you try and catch your breath.

"What just happened?" Zoro asks, out of breath and laying on the floor. He looks around, eyeing Luffy leaning of the ship as he gazes at the sight ahead of him.

"Look! Look!" He points, "Look where we are!" Cloud expands miles ahead of you, everyone crowding around the railing, dumbstruck at the beautiful visage. It looked like you were in some renaissance painting, the light hitting the clouds and creating beautiful colors.

"We're sailing on clouds!" Nami gasps.

Luffy turns towards her with a small frown. "Of course, we're sailing on clouds."

"You can't sail on clouds!!" Nam yelled at him, noticing her log pose as she waves her arms arounds. "Look! The log pose is still pointing up." Nami points, Robin sitting down in front of her on the railing.

"This must be the middle level of the emperor cloud." She pointed out, Chopper jumping up next to her and nodding. You tilt you head, confused.

"How can we go any higher?" You ask, Robin sighing with a shrug. You wonder what could be above the clouds, what could be higher than you are now.

"First course of action! Captain Usopp will go for a swim!" You look at Usopp, who is flexing in front of Luffy as he cheers his on. Chopper stumbles forward, taking a seat next to Luffy as Usopp falls into the sky ocean.

You watch as he dives down, waiting for him to come back up. A minute passes, then another, then another, and you take a gulp.

"He's not coming back up..." You speak. You look back at the crew, nervous. "Does this ocean even have a bottom?" They gawk.

Sanji rushes up, growling as he watches the ocean. "I warned you fools!!" He growls, gripping onto the railing as Luffy stretches his arms into the clouds, searching for Usopp.

"What if he fell through the clouds?!" You cry, Luffy extending his arm longer and longer. He becomes more nervous as he's unable to find the missing crew member.

"I can't see though the clouds!!" Luffy shrieks, now leaning off the railing.

"Leave that to me." Robin says as she crosses her arms. "Ojos Fleur." Small eyeballs travel down Luffy's arms, Robin's eyes closed in concentration.

"I see him!" She smiles. "Seis Fleurs!!" You can't see what's going on, but her smile makes you feel a bit better, especially as Luffy's arm is stretched back upwards, him grunting as he pulls harder and harder.

Usopp if pulled out of the clouds with a loud umph from Luffy. "You did it!" Nami smiles while Luffy's arm retracts to a normal length. He giggles, before the ground begins to shake, tentacles break out from the ocean, cover the Merry in darkness as Nami screams. On the opposite side, a large mouth bites the Merry, a cracking sound piercing through the sound of screaming.

"That's not Usopp!!" You shriek, Zoro scoffing at your fear. He leaps up on the railing, propelling himself off it to shred the appendage to pieces, Sanji following as he kicks the large monster, it's jaw cracking as it lays still.

The tentacle monster falls back into the ocean with a splash, Zoro staring at you huffing. He clicks his sword back into the hilt, smirking towards you and your terrified appearance. "Scaredy cat." He ruffles you hair, laughing when you grow upset.

"What do you expect!?" He doesn't answer, looking over to Sanji, whose standing over the eel like monsters jaw.

"Hmph. What a strange beast, not sure it's even a fish." Sanji takes a drag of his cigarette, which you're surprised even stayed in his mouth.

"That octopus was like a balloon." Zoro says as the monster slowly sinks into the ocean.

"But it was moving around, it had to be a living thing." Nami said, waving her arounds around.

"Creatures must live among these clouds." You assume, shrugging while crossing your arms.

"I guess it's better to think of this as a sea." Robin says. She turns her attention towards the monster Sanji is closest too, growing confused. "What's that flat snake anyway?"

"It must be a flounder." Sanji says, moving away from the monster and back on the main deck.

"The fish here must've had to evolve to survive in the sky." Robin explains. "So, they balloon-like or flat."

You nod, watching as Luffy tries to get Sanji to cook the large fish, your attention slowly being drawn over to Chopper, whose been quiet for a while. He's sitting on the railing of the ship near the bow, shaking while gazing out binoculars. "What's wrong Chopper?" You ask, slowly moving up behind him. He doesn't answer, continuing to shake with wide eyes.

"...I-It's-" He eventually mumbles out, dropping the binoculars on the floor. He turns towards you, jumping in your arms while crying. You look concerned as he wails. "Th-there was a ship, but it's gone now!!" You awkwardly pat hi on the back, unaware what to do.

"What's gotten into you?" Sanji asks, following where he was previously looking, eyes widening at the sight. "Something coming!!" He yells, you turning to look. Just like he said, someone or something was charging towards the ship. You back away behind Sanji, Chopper clinging onto you harder as the person gets closer, his wails becoming louder.

"Stop! What do you want?!" The masked person jumps onto the boat with a woosh, their voice low and predatory.

"I'm going to get rid of you." They utter, Sanji instantly taking a defensive stance. Zoro and Luffy join him, instantly being overpowered by the stranger's capabilities, each falling to the floor.

"You wimps!! There are three of you and only one of him!!!" Nami scolds, the three struggling to stand. The masked man flips off the boat, taking out the gun behind his back and aiming it at the ship. You watch with wide eyes as another man, this one faster and more agile. He swifty pull out a sword, charging at the mask man who blocks with a shield, the impact calling him to descend into the ocean.

"He's gone." The man's voice was old and gravelly, staring at you all through his knight's helmet. Next to him was a large bird covered in poka dots. Nami's annoyed gaze travels between the man and the tree boys laying on the ground in exhaustion.

"Who was that?" She asks when looking at the man, her gaze turning sour as she looks at the boys. "And you guys are pathetic!!" They huffed, Sanji and Zoro sitting up cross-legged while Luffy laid with his arms extended outward.

Chopper jumps out of your arms, bowing towards the armored man, "Thank you for saving us." The man barely acknowledges Chopper.

"I had no choice; it was my duty." Sanji was still out of breath, his breathing labored and low.

"How could I lose like that." He questions to himself, sweating.

"That's probably because the air's so thin." Robin responded.

The man turns and looks at Robin at her words, "Are you Blue Sea people?" He asks, Nami nodding.

"Who are you again?" The man falters for a bit, before being ridged once again.

"I am the sky knight." He looks towards Luffy. "Blue Sea people live below the clouds on the Great Blue Sea. Most Blue Sea people can't tolerate these altitudes." Luffy shoots up, hitting himself on the chest.

"Okay! I'm starting to get used to it." He hits his chest a few more times, still huffing. You shake your head in embarrassment, the armored man waving his strange actions away.

Chopper looks up towards the man, furrowing is brows, "Who was the man that attacked us?" He asked. The man looked down, shaking his head. "Those unfamiliar with sky fighting are targeted by the guerrillas and become food for the sky fish."

His look hardens, "But I can save you from them. One whistle for five million extols." The crew is silent, before all tilting their heads in unison.

"What are you talking about old man?" He stumbles, nearly falling down in shock.

"Don't be stingy! That's an incredible bargain! I won't go one Extol lower! I have to make a living!" You scoff, confused.

"What's an 'extol?'" The man stares wide eyed.

"Didn't you people come by way of the peak of high west? Then you must've got here by island hopping." The man questioned, everyone becoming even more confused.

"I don't know what you're talking about, old man." Luffy replied, staring back at the man. Nami pushed past Luffy, pointing a finger at the man.

"You mean there's another way to get up here?" She asks, "And Island hopping? Is there more than one island in the sky?" The looks at her bewildered, nearly letting out a laugh.

"Don't tell me you rose that sea current!" He chuckles. "So, people with such courage still exist, eh?" Nami covers her mouth sobbing.

"So, we didn't have to ride the current." She laments, rushing over to Luffy and shaking him fervently. "We were almost killed!! We should've gotten more information!!" She cries as Luffy breaks away, pushing her back.

"The other routes are different, but they all have their perils." The old man says, explaining. "There aren't many who'd take that risk, especially these days."

The old man sighs, taking something from around his neck and throwing it on the ground. It was a whistle, it clinking to the ground quickly. "Here's one whistle. Blow it once and I will come down from the heavens to save you." he announces. He smiles, him and his steed walking towards the railing. "Take it as a gift of your courage."

"Wait" You didn't tell us your name!" Nami shouts, the man standing tall, his stead cawing.

"I am Gan Fall, the Sky Knight." He booms. "And this is Pierre, my partner." Pierre caws as Gan Fall hops on top of him. "Pierre is a bird." He says, Pierre transforming slowly. His claws becoming hooves and his body elongating. "With the power of the horse-horse fruit, he can transform into a winged horse." You gasp, the bird growing wings and hovering in the air.

Nami clasps her hands together, he eyes twinkling. "He's like a Pegasus." Gan Fall smiles, flying away as he wishes the crew a good luck.

"What a strange creature." You laugh, waving him away. "So we're...right where we started..." you sighed.

"How do we get higher up?" Luffy asks aloud, picking up the whistle from the floor and inspecting it. "Let's call the old man and ask him." Nami smacks him on the back on his head before he's able to put it in his mouth.

"Luffy, No!! Save that for an emergency!!" Luffy rubs the back of his head, groaning as he sticks his tongue out at her. He moves over towards you, leaning his head on the railing of the ship.

"Let's just sail somewhere else." Zoro suggests, Luffy only groaning dramatically like a sad child.

"Hey, look over there!" Chopper jumps up net to Luffy, who directs his gaze towards where Chopper is pointing. It was a waterfall, or what a sky version of a waterfall was anyway.

Robin stands next to Chopper, "Is it some kind of cloud?" She questions. Luffy brightens up at the sight, pointing to the waterfall. "Alright, it's decided. We'll sail toward it!" He declares.

"There's a huge cloud in our way." You point out, Luffy smiling as he backs up winding up his arm and extending it forward. You yelp as duck to avoid his fist.

"Hey! Careful Luffy!" Sanji pulls you away from the boy, whose pouting at the sight of the still present cloud.

"Hyh! My fist bounced off." He looked at his fist, puzzled. He stares for a moment longer, before gasping in surprise. Luffy grips the railing and flings himself off the ship, jumping on top the cloud like a trampoline. "Look, I'm not falling though!!" He laughs.

"Wow!!" Chopper joins, Usopp following suit and jumping onto the cloud. You giggle as they jump together on the cloud. It was heartwarming, they felt like friends, like they belonged.

"It looks like fun." You feel Robin put her arm on your back. "You should join them." She smiles, giggling as you shake your head, backing away.

"I don't want to ruin their fun." She doesn't say anything, but her smiles stays as she looks back to the three bouncing.

"Ahh...It feels so good! It's nice and warm. I could fall asleep." Luffy rubs his head into the cloud, sighing blissfully. You move back towards the mast, sitting down and reclining as the peaceful wind blows through the air.

"Hey! Go to the top and see if there's a way for the ship to get though!!" Nami yells to the three, Luffy standing up and nodding, Usopp following him.

"Luffy's there's something over that way!" Usopp point, Nami huffing in annoyance.

"A gate?" You hear Luffy ask.

"Yeah, at the bottom of the waterfall!" Usopp confirms.

The three get back onto the ship, Luffy guiding Nami towards the gate, very, very poorly. It took a while, and a lot of yelling, before the Merry was let in front of a large, sun like gate. 'Heaven's Gate.' It read.

"Does this mean we're in heaven?" Usopp shivers. You pull on his ear lightly.

"Don't say stuff like that." You murmur, the ship sailing forward closer to the gate. Luffy giggle a bit more, snorting at you annoyed expression as you enter the arch. You watch as the Merry is shrouded in darkness, spying a door right near the entrance.

"Look, someone there!" Luffy points at an old looking woman taking pictures on the ship with a camera. You silently watch as she continues to take picture after picture.

"Are you tourists, or have you come to cause trouble?" The old woman groans. As you get closer, able to see wings on her back, strange, but not the weirdest thing you've seen. "It doesn't really matter. If you want to go to the upper stratum, you'll have to pay the entrance fee of one billion Extols per person. That's the law."

There's a collective gasp at the world one billion, Nami nervously sweating. "Uh...what if we don't have any money?" Her voice wavers slightly as the old woman waves her off.

"You can pass." She says, turning back towards the door, "But that choice is entirely your own. I'm neither a gatekeeper nor a guardian." She grumbles.

"Okay? But how do we get up?" Luffy calls, the old lady looking at him through hooded eyes. You wait for a response as you feel the ground shake. You steady yourself, watching as too claws grip the side of the Merry. You hear the screams from the crew, equality as confused on what's happening.

"What just grabbed on the ship?!" Zoro was surprisingly relaxed, his brows only slightly furrowed in as she glared as the old lady.

"The famous lobster express of the White Sea." She declares. You all are lurched forward as the lobster speeds up the waterfall, spinning and turning into the heavens.

"Amazon, inspector of Heaven's Gate reporting to the omnipotent Vassals. Seven people have illegally entered Skypiea. Render heavenly judgment." The old lady smirks as she watches you travel higher and higher until you disappear into the sky.

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The waterfall began to wind as you got higher, the intense whooshing of the wind blowing your backwards as you try to stand. "There's no way this is natural!" You scream, a hold in the clouds above you coming into view.

"It's the exit!" Usopp says as he notices it. You grab harder onto the railing you were holding on, shaking your head.

"It's not an exit! It's an entrance!" You say as you notice a sign. 'Godland Skypiea' it said, quickly passing by as your shot out, falling back onto another white ocean, finally entering Skypiea.

You quickly spot a town, Luffy, Chopper, and Usopp running onto land before even lower in the anchor.

"What about the anchor!? There's no bottom to this ocean." Zoro asks, watching Luffy run around the beach.

"Never mind that, check this out. Even the beach feels fluffy!" He sighs, relaxing into the cloud like sand as Zoro sighs at the idiot captain. Regardless, he takes the anchor and drops it off the side of the ship.

"It's like a dream." You chimed in, Sanji smiling at you as he rolls up his pants.

"Yeah, but look at them, they're so excited." He laughs, jumping into the clouds. "They're hopeless." Zoro rolls his eyes, watching as you giggle at Sanji's excitement. He feels his jaw clench at your smile, choosing to distract himself rather than watch you giggle over the dumb cook.

Joh! Joh! Joh!

"OW! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Nami belts out, Zoro ripping his attention from you and towards the girl.

"Geez, I forgot to set it free." Nami huff, gripping her aching head. She notices Zoro out of the corner of her eye, "You drop the anchor?" She asks, posture calming as he nods.

"So, this is Skypiea." Robin moves towards you, catching your attention. You look away from the ocean and back towards the deck. Both Robin and Nami have changed into something more fitting for the setting, Robin in a loose tank while Nami sported a bikini top.

Nami smiles, looking down at Robin and you from her higher spot on the ship. "Yeah, and that's the name on the map Luffy found." She shows Robin. "Honestly, I didn't even believe it actually would exist." Nami rolls the map back up and stuffs it in her pocket, jumping out of the ship, giddy at the comforting feeling.

"But here we are! It's real!" She cried. Robin moved away from you and walking higher up, eyeing Zoro with her hands behind her back.

"What about you?" She asks him as he leans against the railing.

"I'm going ashore too." He confirms before sparing a quick glace towards you. Realistically, you could stay on the ship, it was probably the safest, and you didn't really look like you wanted to leave. The last island you were on, you watched him and Luffy get beat up by some idiot and he did nothing about it, so he understands you apprehension.

"So, sailing the seas and exploring new islands, is your idea of adventure? I never thought about it that way." His attention is again torn away from you, and Zoro is starting to become annoyed. He doesn't answer before jumping into the clouds.

Robin watches, turning to you when's he's out of her sight. "And you?" She asks as you jump in surprise. "You should come along." She says, and it sounded more like a demand then a suggestion.

"I think I'm go-"

"(Y/N)! Robin!! Come on!!" You're interrupted by Luffy waving towards you. You sigh, rolling your eyes as you move up towards Robin. You anxiously take a look below you, Robin holding out her hand to you.

"We can go in together." She offers, you thinking for a moment before slowly taking her hand. The two of you jump into the ocean of clouds, Robin surprisingly missing the warmth of your hand as you rush towards the beach.

The energy on the beach was chaotic, Luffy hanging off a tree while Usopp yells towards him and as Chopper plays in the sand. Nami stretches, warming herself in the sun. "We can finally relax; it's been so long since I went to the beach." She sings. You laugh, taking a seat next to Chopper and giggling as he rolls in the sand.

"Hey, Nami! Flower." Sanji crouches near a bush filled with floor as Luffy and the others goof around. She ignores his swooning, pointing at a pavilion touched away to the side.

"Chopper, look. What's that?" Chopper turns, gasping at the sight.

"It looks like a pavilion." He runs towards it, Nami following him as he sinks into the chair. You, now alone, watch the clouds pull into the beach like a tide, feeling a small shuffling near your legs.

"Huh. A fox?" You pet its head, it nuzzling into your hand as you do so. Luffy watches from his spot in the palm tree, jewing on a strange looking fruit.

A sound of a harp cascades down the beach, drawing your eyes away from the animal to a hill in the distance. "Look, a person!" Sanji points to the hill, everyone turning their head. "Wait!! It's an angel!!" He gasps.

"Heso." A strange sound leaves her mouth as she continues to strum the harp. She walks down the hill, the fox leaving your side and running up to her. "Good Su!" She pats the fox's head. "Did you come from the Blue Sea." She asks. Luffy jumps down from his tree, standing tall in front of her with the strange fruit he was jewing on in hand.

"We flew up in our ship. Do you live here?" She nods.

"This is Angel Beach in Skypiea." She noticed the fruit he was holding. "Do you like the Conash?" She takes it from Luffy, using as knife from her bag to open up a hole in the top. "The top of the shell is as hard as a rock. It's no use biting it." She places a straw through the hole, handing it back to Luffy.

Su jumps into her arms as Luffy sips the fruit. "I am Conis." She introduces herself. Now that's she closer, you're able to see the wings and antenna adorning her body. She seemed nice, Sun hanging in arms and cuddling into her.

Sanji swoons at the sight of the girl. "You could melt a man's heart with that look." He says before Nami pulls him out of the way by his ear.

"We have a lot of questions." She throws Sanji to the ground, uncaring. "All of this is very strange to us."

"I'd be glad to answer them." Conis smiles as the sound of revving is heard from the ocean. Conis turns, eyeing a man on a strange machine and grinning. "Oh, that's my father!"

Luffy stands toward the cloud, slurping on his drink. "What's that think he's riding!?" Conis's father closes in on the beach quickly, clouds billowing behind him.

"Oh, you mean the waver?" She responded, stepping away quickly as her father runs straight into a palm tree, the waver crashing onto the beach.

"Is anyone hurt...?" He mumbles in pain, wobbling up slowly.

Nami swore she recognized he machine, bounding up to Luffy. "Didn't you salvage something like that." Luffy nods, too concerned with his drink. "Noland mentioned them in his diary, boats that run without wind!!"

"These friends of yours, Conis?" The man was now upright, grabbing onto the waver and pulling it up. Conis looks back, nodding.

"Yes father, I just met them. They're from the Blue Sea." The man nodded in understanding.

"I see. Then they must feel rather lost. You've reached the White-White Sea." He informed. "Pardon me, I should've introduced myself. I am Pagaya."

"What were you doing out in the sea?" You ask him, Pagaya pulling out a lobster from a giant vase on his back.

"I was just out fishing for the finest catch in the White-White Sea, a sky lobster. Won't you come and enjoy the bounty with us?" He offers.

Luffy throws his hands in the air, nearly dropping his drink. "Really!? Sure, we'll come!!" He booms. Sanji laughs, a smile adorning his lips at the mention of cooking.

"Skypiean cuisine, eh? Let me help you cook!" Pagaya lets out a very fatherly laugh, playing the lobster back into the vase. Nami calls out to him, kneeling near the waver.

"Can I ask you something first, how does this operate?" She asks, inspecting the waver.

"Oh, you must not know what a dial is." Conis interrupted. "Would you like to try?" Nami can't answer as Luffy races towards the waver.

"Yeah! Yeah! Let me try!" Luffy begs, Conis laughing at his desperation. She leads him to the sea, showing him where the Excelleration is before he vrooms off.

"Wah!! You did it!!" Chopper watches Luffy speeds on the clouds. He starts off pretty well, before he starts to wobble and lose control. He attempts to stop the shaking, before falling off, the waver tumbling away.

You hear Conis gasp, "Oh no! I hope he's not hurt!" She cries, Pagaya just as concerned. Chopper spares a panicked glance between Zoro and Sanji, both who look perfectly fine.

"I wonder if people with Devil Fruit powers sink in this Sea like they do in water?" Sanji wonders aloud while lighting a cigarette.

Zoro shrugs. "Well, it's not like the normal Sea, maybe he'll float."

He in fact, did not float.

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"I almost fell through the cloud..." Luffy groaned, being dragged to shore by Zoro. Sanji scoffs, giving an annoyed look to Zoro.

"Well, if it wasn't for someone standing around saying stupid stuff, this wouldn't have happened." Zoro growls, shooting the cook an equally angry look.

"It was my fault for allowing a novice to try!" Pagaya attempt to calm the two down, waving his hands. "Wavers are built very light for the sake of speed, but even a small wave can send them out of control." He explained.

"Is it that difficult? I want to try too." Chopper says as Conis gives him a nervous look, explaining the difficulty.

"Hey!" Usopp yells suddenly. "They're riding it!!'

Out on the sea was you and Nami, her driving the waver while you attached herself to the back. If you were being honest, you wanted to try the machine the first time you saw it but didn't know when to speak up. You saw Nami attempting to ride it, and you asked if you could tag along.

"She's amazing, I can't believe my eyes!!" Pagaya shouts while Luffy stares slack-jawed.

"How come she ride it?!" Luffy stares, mainly at you and your bright smile. You looked so happy riding around on the waver, your arms wrapped around Nami's waist and for a second, Luffy imagined if your arms were wrapped around him instead.

"Hey, Nami, (Y/N)! We're going to the man's house now! Hurry up and get off!" Luffy yells, annoyed. Sanji hits his head, trying to hear your giggles as you rush across the waves. "Get off right now!!" Luffy continues.

"You guys go ahead, can we ride a little bit longer, mister?!" Nami yells. Pagaya nods, Nami speeding off quickly, ignoring the protests of Luffy as you laugh happily.

"It's no fair..." Luffy pouts, watching you ride away.

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"Usopp you idiot!!"

"Now press the apex of the shell."

"What's the apex?'

"The top of the shell."

"Usopp, you idiot!!" The shell repeated, Luffy gasping with wide eyes.

"Amazing. It recorded sound." Zoro gaped. "Is this shell a dial?" Conis nodded, moving to the balcony and watching the waves.

"Yes, it's a tone dial. It's a shellfish that live in the White-White Sea that can record and reproduce sounds." She explains. "We mostly use them to record music."

"I though the White-White Sea had no seafloor?" Zoro questioned.

"We get them from the Sandbars around the reefs." He nods.

Robin takes a look at the dial. "So, this is a dial, but I still don't understand how a waver moves."

Conic takes another dial from a shelf. "We use these to propel our wavers only larger versions." She shows them the dial, this one looking more like a conch. "This is a wind dial."

Luffy takes the dial and blows some wind into Usopp's face. Conics laughs at them, "I can barely handle a waver myself, but they can also propel skates and boards and all sorts of things." She laughs.

"I wanna ride the waver." Luffy sighed, leaning on the balcony. "We even have one."

"But ours is old and beat up. After 200 years, I doubt it'll run." Usopp tries to comfort Luffy as he watches Nami and You ride the waver.

"As long as it remains intact, it should function." Conis says, a gasp bellowing all throughout the room.

"Really?" Luffy begs while getting side eyed by Usopp.

"But it probably won't work, Luffy." He deflates, Conis apologizing for the issue.

"She's so lucky..." Luffy cries as he continues to watch Nami drive you around the waves. Conis moves back into the building where Robin, Chopper, and Zoro are relaxing while trying out different dials. Currently, they were trying out a lamp dial, a dial that would collect light and then light up a room.

"Wow! The shell lights up!" Chopper gaped. Conis bounds up, her hands behind her back as she explains the device.

"The civilization of Skypiea owes much to dial power. There are also flam dials that preserve heat, scent dials that retain smells, vision dials that archive pictures and many other kinds." Conis says, clearly happy to share her peoples histories. The pirates listen as Sanji bursts through the room, gasping.

"What's the matter?" Pagaya asks worried. Sanji spits his tongue out, disgusted.

"This sky-colored sauce is too weird! My tongue's gone numb!" He continues to spit out the taste from his mouth. Pagaya gawks, grabbing the bottle from him and throwing it away.

"Oh, sorry. That's spoiled." Pagaya apologizes and Sanji groans while he picks up plates filled with food, laying them down on to the dining table.

"Dinner is served." He declared. Luffy and Usopp both rushed to their seats, shoving the food into their mouths like it was going to be taken away from them.

"Hey! Where'd Nami and (Y/N) go!?" Sanji was on the balcony, gazing at the sea. "I don't see them." He squinted, attempting to make you out.

Luffy spared him a glace while munching on lobster. "They probably went out a little farther." Sanji doesn't respond, his gaze unmoving.

"Father...I hope they're alright." Conis moved towards her father, his face covered in worry.

"Yes, I have a bad feeling about this Conis." He replied. Luffy turns his attention to the two, raising a brow.

"What's wrong?"

Conic gulps, visibly uncomfortable. "In Skypiea, there is one place you must never go, no matter what." She stares. "It borders our island so it's easy to reach on a waver."

You and Nami stare, eyes wide at the gigantic trees in front of you. No sound is heard other than the forest in front of you.

"It's the Upper Yard, the Domain of God's Army."

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Prepare the Dead

Tang looks at the demon monkey as he is covered head to toe in blood, with multiple bodies of the demon kidnappers behind him, as Wukong stands proudly in front of him puffing his chest out expecting Tang to thank him for yet another rescue.

Unfortunately, instead of a thank you, a scolding lecture is given.

"Wukong, what have I told you about killing?!?! Killing is bad!! We are buddhist monks, we solve our problems WITHOUT VIOLENCE!!!!," Tang shouted at the monkey, as said monkey turns away with a scoff, now with a deep frown on his face. Wukong has heard this lecture so many times that it has almost became second nature to block him out at this point. "OH YEAH, let me just convince these demons out of eating my master, the reincarnation of the Golden Cicada, one of Buddha's diciples, and gaining immortality! DO YOU KNOW HOW REDICULOUS YOU SOUND??," Wukong argues back.

Tang and Wukong's squabble continues on for a few more minutes, until Lily slams her now extended wand on the ground, creating a loud thud to garther everyone's attention. The glowing stone at the end of her wand releases a wave of energy which then transforms into the shape of a shovel blade. She throws the glowing shovel towards Wukong, which succeeds in catching it.

"Since you are responsible for the corpses, you will also be responsible in helping me prepare them for burial," Lily stated. "Pigsy and Tang will assist me in recovering and moving the bodies, once finished with digging up the graves, Wukong and I will prepare the bodies for burial, and Sandy will help Wukong in lowering the bodies to the graves." Lily then faces the Monkey King before facing Pigsy since they are the touble makers in the gang. "I expect no snarky remarks, sarcasm, and especially no disrespect for the dead beginning, during, and after these tasks are done." If looks could kill, she would be more than six feet under, with the glare a certain monkey is giving to her right about now.

The woman ignored the progressively fuming monkey, as she walked towards Tang to grab the string of coins that was on his person. "I will also now be responsible for this gang's money. For every person Wukong has killed, there will be one coin used and placed under their tounges to ensure them safe passage to the Underworld."

Tang looked at his deciples, before turning to the woman with a look of uncertainty. "Miss Lily, that's our entire supply of coins for buying food, shelter, and other supplies when we get to the nearest town. What will happen if we used up all the coins for Monkey's misdeeds?" Lily rolls her eyes at the monk, explaining (lol mansplaining) to her the monetary value and purpose of the coins, as if she doesn't know currency. "Then you will know who to thank when we arrive at the next town with no money to afford a single bowl of rice, and forced to find alternative ways to get by before our next departure."

Wukong stares in shock for a split second, before he bares his teeth and fangs at the only woman in the group, looking like he is about to add one more to the pile of copses. "How dare you command me to do such an abhorrant task woman, I aught to knock some sense to you. I am a KING, therefore you will treat me like one!!! I will not do such foolish and lowly tasks of a undertaker, ESPECIALLY to the bodies of my enemies!!!"

Uh uh, he did NOT just talk to her like that. Lily will not stand for such disrespect. She turned towards Wukong with a sickly sweet smile, eyes shining with hidden rage. "Then you, my homicidal ass of a furry gremlin with nuts for brains and no impulse control, will have the blood of your enemies as well as an innocent on your hands. And you are not a king right now, you are a traveling monk, and last time I checked, monks result to violence when there is no other option other than self-defense, and even then it is NON FATAL. Now start finding a spot and start digging, these bodies aren't going to bury themselves. We will be here all day and night doing this if we have to. You took their lives prematurely, the LEAST you can do is provide them with a safe passage to the Underworld!"

The two of them have a stare down, analyzing each others movements, before Wukong lets out a frustrated shout and backs off with the shovel to find a spot to dig. "Stupid woman, making a king do such disgusting tasks," he muttered.

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Stories of Paris

Part 4

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Damian was unhappy with the fact that with ‘strangers’ in *his* house their nightly activities would have to carefully navigated. His father nor Pennyworth had not explicitly said anything about it, but he assumed it was because they all knew what was expected. So, being told to line up in the entrance hall by his father went down like a lead balloon.

His pout turned in widening eyes of shock as he witnessed the tall wiry young woman (and a large man he supposed) exiting the car. SHE was his father’s babysitter. This was who oversaw the European branch of W.E. The person who owned the largest portion of shares of W.E (after the Wayne family that is). He was doomed. Damain watched as his father soften as he saw the woman.

“Mari! You never seem to age!” he exclaimed as she gracefully walked up to him and into his embrace.

“Mon cherie! It’s miraculous isn’t it,” she drew back slightly to look over his shoulder, “I see you have taken found family comment to the extreme, but I suppose you were never one to do things in half measures. It’s good to be back here after so long”

Looking at her like he was a child with pleading eyes, “You are staying here, right?”

With a gentle smile with a smirking edge, “Yes. If I tried to leave for a hotel, I’ll end up having the shadows watching me all night. Plus, this place always did feel like my home away from home.”

Damian glancing at his supposed siblings to see that they were also in shock. Probably not for the same reason. Panicking with it all, as he saw his father turn to introduce them to the woman, Damian drew his katana and aimed it at her.

“YOU were fathers' babysitter!!! But... what... you’re younger than him!!!! .... You’re the Grand Lady Guardian... I *refuse* to return.”

Damian vaguely recognised his name being shouted at him, but all his attention was on the Grand Lady Guardian of the Miraculous who stood, rolling her eyes, before him. He could feel her power radiating off, surrounding them all.

“Petit Tresor. I’m not taking you back there. Did you not learn anything from my teachings? Did you not learn to read between the lines? About looking deeper than the surface. You are with *your* found family. THEY are what is important. Bruce may have picked up a lot of my unhealthy habits about vigilantism, but he made a point of understand a good support network and the importance of chosen family. Despite how he enacts the teachings.”

The Monkey with her came to her shoulder and raised his eyebrow at Damian. He finally understood why he was always her bodyguard now rather than the Cat, being that he was her husband.

“You can stand down Petit Tresor. League and Court business will *not* be found here. The League know what will happen if they cross the Court, and I made it very clear after our last encounter when they tried to manipulate us to their advantage.”

Damian assessed the woman before him as he withdrew his katana from her and starting to become aware of the others around him again.

“Why has he got a chaos shard within him Bruce?” The monkey growled looking at him with a dangerous glint in his eye.

Everyone in the entrance hall was frozen in shock and panic. What was meant to be a happy reunion had been derailed but now, suddenly, somehow gained an even sharper edge. Marinette and her husband were aware of their nightly capers, and they also knew of the League, they were involved in something similar and aware of chaos shards.

Damian watched as his father gulped as he looked at the Monkey and the Guardian. It wasn’t often his father showed fear, but it was clear on his face as she arched her eyebrow at him. His siblings all looked on in surprise and uncertain of what to expect. Only Pennyworth and Todd seemed to be handling the situation with any sense of calmness. Surprising for Todd...

“Mari... his mother... the league...”

At the mention of the league the Guardians eye twitch so subtly you’d hardly notice it if not trained and with a minute flicker of her hand, the Monkey flipped his phone out and was walking out back outside to call someone... Damian straining his ears heard Peg and plan 42c being mentioned by the Monkey to whoever he had called.

“They were warned. Tsk, Assassin’s bullheadedness. Kim will sort this out for me for the present moment and we will discuss healing at a later point. Anyway, mon cherie, you were about to introduce me to your children. Petit Tresor I know, and I believe that that is Jason, mon rêveur, in the background though he has grown so much since our last meeting. So, I could guess everyone else, but why don’t you continue?”

The Guardian stated as if the topic of what just happened was over, much to Damian’s surprise. He sheafed his katana but still was wary of the woman and slightly in awe. He had a feeling that the chaos and downfall of his grandfather may have due to her in some way. Slight fear and dread for his mother was building as well. He finally starting to understand the reason for her over protectiveness when she taught him in the league now.

“Right. Mari, this is Dick, Jason who you already met in person? Cass and alongside her Duke, Tim who you meet briefly in the W.E. meeting the other month, Steph who has wormed her way into the family and Damian you who’ve also already met?”

With a polite cough drawing attention to himself, Alfred spoke. “Perhaps, instead of having a mother’s meeting in the entrance hall, we retreat to the drawing room where we can have some refreshments. I am sure that Ms Marinette and Master Kim are exhausted from their travels. It is most unbecoming to stand around loitering, wouldn’t you agree Master Bruce?”

Bruce muttered something as his ears started to tinge red, Marinette turned to Alfred and smiled as she drew him into a hug while Bruce collected himself.

“Yes, right, that sounds like a fantastic idea Alfred. Mari, shall we?”

Bruce offered her an arm which she elegantly took as the took off in the direction of the drawing room delving into conversation with Bruce leaving behind a shocked collection on children in the hall. Alfred slipped off to prepare the refreshments.

Damian cringed as Dick exclaimed, “YOU GUYS KNOW HER?!?!?!!” which echoed around the manor as he finally processed what had just happened.

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Alfred smiled as the atmosphere within the Manor shifted over the last few weeks. It now had a different air about it. Master Bruce became less sullen and slightly less repressed under Marinette’s watch and the Manor started to feel lighter again.

Alfred had found great amusement when he stumbled in on Master Kim lecturing Master Bruce on being dense especially the “I know I’m dense but kwami Bruce! You’re worse than me realising all the competitions I got Mare rigged into was because I wanted to impress her! Let’s start at the beginning, ok?!”.

He hoped that Master Kim might be able to knock a bit of sense into his wayward charge. He knew Ms Marinette, though full of good intentions wouldn’t be able to with Master Bruce’s strange ability to pick up on the wrong message being given.

The highlight of the week was when he entered the family living room to find all his grandchildren looking pale as Master Bruce acted semi child-like in front of Ms Marinette. It was a delight to see Bruce act like the child that he knew he was reawakened again. Even if it terrified the grandchildren.

The whole family discovered that Bruce had been very selective of the stories and information that he had told them about Marinette. She had taken great delight telling them all about what teenage Bruce really was like.

About the time Bruce had a fan induced panic attack on meeting the Jagged Stone. Alfred was slightly aware of something happened but not the details.

About the time Bruce decided to practice parkour in the Manor gardens and ended up stuck halfway up the side of the Manor unable to climb up further or climb down. Alfed was positive he was unaware that Marinette joined him and had to coach Bruce down.

About the series of times that Bruce attempted to prove to Alfred that he had ‘outgrown the kitchen ban’ and had ‘observed Mari’s baking skills sufficiently’ to be able to try again for only the attempts to go south fast. Alfred grimaced at the memories that that bought up. He was glad that he’d got a good working deal with local kitchen fitters and suppliers given the number of fires.

It became a daily breakfast occurrence that Bruce mortified Marinette in his outfit for the day. The breakfast entertainment became watching Marinette tear into his fashion choice of the day, drag up some past clothing or costume disaster. She ended up moaning that he had learnt nothing from her rantings about clothes over the years and stare forlornly into her coffee cup. It was providing the bat boys a wealth of black mail material that Alfred had to on numerous occasions reel Marinette from her tangents.

The only time he let her completely go to town with was letting her regale to everyone about Bruce’s dramatic and insistent argument on fighting crime in Lyca, wearing pants on top of tights and with a cape, that he really insisted that he didn’t need to use Kevlar (that decision didn’t last beyond a few training sessions and one patrol night). Alfred was pleased with her ability to rein that disaster in quickly.

It was in the comfort of the kitchen away from the antics that happened Alfred mused and reflected on his notional niece's visit. Alfred wished he had thought to bring Marinette over sooner as he witnessed that fraught relationships between the Waynes soften. Issues didn’t disappear but Marinettes presence, and ability due to dealing with Akuma, helped mitigate situations which typically would have blown up. Kim always by her side would help soothe, distract, or explain to the puzzled Bruce the techniques Marinette was using to stop the escalation.

She’d slowly began charming and connecting with his grandchildren. Be it by giving Tim pointers on how to manage W.E board members effectively and playing video games. It was eerily like how she warmed Bruce up to her.

By Sitting quietly reading with Jason or playing chess and talking in metaphors about life, death and balance. Slowly having ‘healing sessions to calm the pit madness’ with meditation and grounding sessions.

With Damian she seemed to remind him of alternate grounding techniques which she’d shown him in the league. They seemed to spend time talking in hushed whispers about other stuff that Alfred wasn’t currently privy too.

Duke was with poetry and music. Cass with dance and gymnastics, silent subtle conversations occurred but seeing Cass smile and edge towards being more tactile made Alfred glow with warmth inside. Steph and Marinette commanded the kitchen numerous times baking pastries, waffles and other treats.

Dick took the longest to warm up to the woman, having heard and known about her for over a deacade but never met it was understandable. Alfred wpould never knew what Marinette had done but one day the hostility and coldness disappeared. A joy, childlike smile appeared on Dicks face every time she was in the room, and he’d follow her round like a loat puppy. Watching and mimicking her techniques to calm his brothers down.

How his grandchildren acted with Marinette in the activities brought echoes of memories of her with Bruce to the forefront of Alfred’s mind.

Sighing, in the short time the Manor felt warm and like a family, a home should feel like. Much like before his friends’ death. Schooling his emotions, Alfred set about to serve the family and Parisians last dinner together.

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Bruce tried not to sulk. Tried not to revert to the mind set of when Marinette originally disappeared physically from his life. Especially in front of his children but it was hard. She somehow always managed to take the overwhelming pressure away from him, like he could breathe and be.

Alfred was his father, in all the ways that counted, but the burden of death and saving the world was something Marinette understood at a deeper more personal level. Having her here made it feel safe to feel, that he would always be caught. That she would save him from the consuming darkness. She was the light in the world shining out in the Gotham gloom.

As expected, his children adored her in their unique ways. Following her around like little ducks scrabbling for crumbs of knowledge and titbits of information. Bruce lips twitched as he witnessed them behaving much like he used to. Taking the gems’ she passed on to them and ferreting them away much like he did.

“Master Bruce, I expect better behaviour this leaving gathering than our previous party, please.”

With Alfred’s comments Bruce gave into the feeling of pouting. Why deny how he felt toward the situation where he wasn’t in control. He pointedly ignored the stares that his children were giving him. Again.

“Mon tresor! It’s not like you aren’t going to see or speak to me again. We speak regularly as it is. It’s not the same as it was last time. You know this.”

“But Mari, it's nice having you here. This is your home.”

“Is he always like this Mare, Cupcake? How is it that all the kid’s you’ve looked after end up demanding you live with them?”

Bruce choked at Kim’s statement and the Wayne clan burst into laughter. Alfred let a small smirk grace his face.

“Oui, Mon Amour, He wasn’t happy last time I left at all. Be grateful I learnt to resist kitten eyes or we’d never have reconnected. Manon doesn’t count. She’s practically family as well with how close Maman and Nadja are.”

“What about Elle, Etta and Chris? What about Ivan’s and Mylene’s sproglian? Fang? Jagged’s second round of terrors? Luka and Jules too really.”

“Hush, Mon Amour, circumstantial evidence.”

Bruce observed Kim stare at his wife in disbelief before waving his hand around the room.

“What about these then. Don’t give me that look Cupcake. I’m gonna end up needing to fight the whole batclan at this rate to get you on a plane with me! Maybe I should give Peg’s the heads up that I’ll need his help.”

“I can assure you Master Kim that you *both* are free to leave. The young master's understand that they cannot kidnap you. It would not be becoming of them OR look good for the company for the family to kidnap its own workers.”

Bruce and his family guiltily ducked their heads at Alfred’s comments. When Alfred turned away to start talking to Kim, Tim leant in close to Bruce to whisper to him.

“Do you think we have the power to move her to being director of North America rather than Europe? Mari would be closer then? Plus, the guy in charge isn’t all he’s cracked up to be so the board would likely approve it.”

Bruce stared at his son at the ingenious and simple solution and smiled, before ducking his head when Alfred pointedly looked his way.

“We’ll discuss that concept later.”

Bruce gave Tim a subtle nod as if he was approving the idea. Technically he was but Alfred didn’t need to know that. Nor did Kim really, as he would fight him if he found out and he’d rather not deal with an ex-olympian superhero, even when he pulled his punches they hurt far more than the average persons.

Bruce sat back into his seat and smiled as the conversation and chaos flowed around him. His whole family finally together and he cherished it. He knew it wasn’t going to last much longer with the impending flight looming but for now he had a potential and creative plan to work on. If he framed it right it could also become the prefect family bonding activity that both Marinette and Kim thought he needed to do more of outside of vigilantism. And if the end result was that she moved closer, well, that’s just an added bonus in his eyes.

With that in mind, Bruce joined in with the choas enjoying the moment with his complete family. Nothing could take this away from him.

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@neakco @corporeal-terrestrial @jayjayspixiepop @lady-bee-fechin @prettylittlebutterflie

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anotherexistingbeing · 2 years

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[Longing for you to come home...]

As the sun rose to reveal a beautiful mixture of red, orange, yellow, purple and blue

The bird's morning call can be heard throughout flowerfruit mountain, the chattering of baby monkies settling in as they followed a fully grown Kito who was carrying a basket full of stone fruit they picked a day before

They were holding the hand of a baby monkey as the parents supervised from the trees, Kito welcomed the company of monkies that wanted to tag along as they traveled up the mountain by foot, Wanting to take in the scenery on their way up to see a certain someone

Having a smile on their face the entire way up, They lift up the curtain that acted as a door and held it up for the other monkies to pass through before they did

Once those who wanted to be inside had passed, Kito followed behind and walked into a kitchen like area where a stream of the mourning sun had shune down in the room, Kito walking to the center where grass had grown over the years

They had set the basket of stone fruit down as they too had sat down on the grass, Looking ahead of them as their smile carried on and the monkies gathered around, Waiting

"Hello again, Certainly was good weather to pick these the other day."

They spoke as they picked up a single stone fruit and gently placed it in paws of stone

"This year the peaches have grown so well, Thanks to the other's help of course. Even though Mk nearly lost the soil one time."

They laughed at the memory before it fell silent once again

"Red son nearly scorched him rather than scold him for nearly messing up the process, Luckily I managed to calm him down before he did anything rash."

They said with another giggle that followed, Gripping their short jeans a bit as the smile started to fade, The monkies looking at each other in worry

"...I've been trying to enjoy life...without you...keep going without you like you requested of me before..."

They couldn't finished the sentence as their throat began to hurt at the mere thought, They looked up to have their eyes meet with closed ones

"Don't get me wrong, Each day brings me joy and so much more but...I don't think it can ever fill the hole that appeared once you left..."

They admitted as tears began to form in their eyes, All 8 ears drooping as sadness made itself present upon Kito

They tried to keep their voice steady as their breath hitched, Looking down at their legs as they continued

"What I'm trying to say is that...I miss you dad, I have BEEN missing you for forever and each time I'm left alone I just can't shake the feeling that you NEVER left me alone... As if I can't go anywhere without feeling that you're always beside me, But when I go to look around... You're not there..."

The poor monkey explained as the tears began to fall and breathing had became shakey, The other monkies gathered around their heir and hugged a different part of their body as comfort while Kito sobbed, After a while the monkies departed to give them time alone with the old king

Kit looked back to the statue in front of them, Staring as the forming tears blured their vision a bit and only cleared when the tears fell from their eyes

"...I know it's unhealthy but... I just..."

I'm sorry for the sudden angst hit y'all lmfao

But i was inspired by @jessadamsdraws cuz they did angst stoof too xD

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loserchildhotpants · 3 years

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Another destiel prompt from Twitter; say they’re dancing together, still trying to hide their feelings for each other, and because of that, avoiding eye-contract, the best the can, to ensure that the other character doesn’t notice how attracted they are to them (from this prompt list)

“Did you just turn her down?” Dean asks incredulously; Sam is busy sipping champagne next to him, but his eyebrows convey that he would also like clarification on whatever social interaction it is that Cas just had.

They’re all dressed to the nines, stuck at a posh wedding service until they solve this rogue Cupid case; it’s a low-risk case, but a case is a case, and they’ve got it well in hand.

Dean’s not been this dressed up since Bela stuffed him in a monkey suit, and he’d wager the same applies to Sam, but this is certainly the first either of them have ever seen Cas in anything other than his cubicle-life uniform.

Cas’ suit is sharp, pressed, striking, and he’s wearing a cerulean blue tie that has everyone meeting eyes with him coming up short. Predictably, he doesn’t know what to do with the attention, so he mostly apologizes awkwardly for those he seems to startle and thanks the handsy old ladies that liken him to long dead husbands.

With two flutes of bubbly meant for Dean and himself, Cas crossed the great hall, seemed to be stopped by a gorgeous young woman with dark hair, in a low-cut dress and a very promising smirk, but whatever exchange happened left her dejected.

“She asked me to dance,” Castiel tells Dean, passing him his flute, “I regretfully informed her that I don’t know how.”

“You can’t manage a simple little box-step for that hot piece? She was practically drooling, lookin’ at you!”

“We’re on a case,” he says, as though it’s a valid excuse.

“Nuh-unh,” Dean answers, shaking his head and putting his drink down on a nearby table, “That’s - that was a travesty, what I just witnessed. Babes are fuckin’ wasted on you, Cas.”

“She’s a fully grown woman, Dean,” Castiel corrects him, eyebrows scrunched in confusion as he brings his glass to his lips, “Besides, I’d only be wasting her time. I cannot dance, and I’d not be amenable to having relations with her, so it’s better I -”

“Not amenable?” Dean chokes out disbelievingly, “Who the fuck are you holdin’ out for?! Angelina Jolie?”

“I don’t know who that is.”

“It’s a shame you don’t know how to dance, though,” Sam interjects, seeing by the vein throbbing in his forehead that Dean is about to start shouting about beautiful women and Cas’ ineptitudes, “I could teach you, if you want.”

Castiel slants his mouth at Sam, and Sam smiles gently back at him, “I know it doesn’t sound like fun, but, honestly? It’s a good skill to have, and worst case scenario is that you brighten someone’s evening.”

Appealing to his kind nature is the right call; Cas can’t argue that point, so he puts his champagne down and walks up to Sam.

“Very well. Where do we begin?”

“Oh - we’ll probably wanna go somewhere more private, so we can move a little more freely.”

At Sam’s behest, Dean and Cas follow him across the great hall, out onto a spacious balcony, out of the way of most everyone. Double glass doors lead out to it, and flowers line stone railing; no moon is visible from where they are in the mansion, but the sky is bright with stars, and that’s light enough.

While Sam does a fine job of teaching Castiel, and Castiel is a very quick study, they struggle with their height difference while Dean tells them about their height difference, unhelpfully and repeatedly.

Eventually, Sam turns to Dean, and says, “you should step in, man.”

“What? I’m not short,” Dean pouts grumpily.

“No, but you’re at least shorter than me - it’ll make leading a little easier for him.”

Rolling his eyes as though he’s actually put out, Dean peels himself from the French window he’d been leaning on, and takes Sam’s place.

Even and paced, Castiel and Dean take a few turns around the balcony, and Sam is impressed, informing Castiel that it took him a full week of practice to stop tripping over his own feet.

“To be fair, you were still growing into them at the time” Dean jokes.

In a rare moment of familial levity between them, Sam laughs, and Dean smiles at him - all of that makes Cas smile too, and then Sam’s phone rings.

“Oh - it’s Natalie,” Sam lets them know, “She wants eyes on the dance floor for a minute - I’ll take care of it - Cas, you’re doing great, don’t stop practicing!”

To both Dean and Cas’ surprise and humor, Sam appears genuinely bereft to leave the lesson. They both seem inclined to respect Sam’s wishes, though, so they take another turn.

“You gotta stop glancing down,” Dean commands.

Flashing his eyes back up at Dean, Cas mutters, “it’s reflexive. I apologize.”

“Nah, it’s fine, man. You’ve got it,” Dean assures him, “Now that you know how to, you gonna ask that girl to dance?”

“Perhaps,” Cas tries to shrug, determinedly keeping his eyes up, “I feel certain she has moved on in her pursuits, but if I pass her again, I will offer a dance.”

“You know how?”

“Now, yes.”

“No, I mean do you know how to ask a girl to dance?”

“Is there a particular ritual involved?”

Exhaling a laugh, Dean brings them to a stop, and explains, “okay - I’m gonna show you how it’s done, alright? Then I’ll lead.”

“Understood,” Cas tells him with serious conviction, studious and militant.

Dean steps back and away, and they wait for the band’s dreamy rendition of The Way You Look Tonight to end before proceeding.

As The Book of Love begins, the live orchestra swells from inside the hall, Dean bows just a little at the waist, with his right arm crossing his chest, but his head up, and he inquires politely, “Castiel, may I have this dance?”

Tilting his head curiously, Castiel needlessly replies, “yes, Dean, of course.”

Smiling his most winning smile, Dean straightens up, offers his hand, and nods approvingly when Castiel all but glides into step with him.

He keeps the tempo slow, but incorporates making circles, turning them ‘round and ‘round the stone and marble balcony, up and down it’s length; Cas follows him easily, trusting Dean’s direction, and always operating on a similar wavelength - Dean thinks that maybe they dance together well because they fight together well.

“This is nice, Dean,” Castiel remarks softly.

A dusting of rosiness rises up in Dean’s face; he pulls Cas a little closer to better obscure his face from scrutiny, clears his throat and makes some noncommittal noise that could be agreement or indifference.

“You’re the one who taught Sam to waltz,” Castiel surmises conversationally.

“Yeah,” Dean answers.

“How is it that you came to learn it?”

“Eh, you’d be surprised what you learn on the job,” Dean replies easily, pulling away enough to spin Cas, and then move close in again.

“... you just spun me.”

“Yeah, I was there,” Dean jokes, smirking proudly down at Cas; “Don’t worry, when you get to be a seasoned pro like me, you can snazzy up your waltz too. Maybe next you can learn to salsa or tango.”

In a moment of silence between them, Dean follows Cas’ eyes to their clasped hands; Dean’s not sure what Cas is seeing, but whatever it is, it’s making Dean nervous.

“See now what that lovely lady wanted? Feel bad yet?” Dean prompts.

Castiel’s electric eyes refocus on him, startling him with their intensity just as they had the wedding guests that were strangers to Cas, “I do understand now. However, perhaps it’s the soldier in me, but I find I much prefer following than leading.”

“Ah, that’s just ‘cause I’m a great lead,” Dean teases playfully.

“Yes, you are,” Castiel reinforces, eyes flickering between Dean’s, “You do know I would follow your lead anywhere, don’t you?”

“Christ, Cas,” Dean swears, trying to politely move his too-warm face out of view.

“Really, Dean,” Castiel adds, squeezing Dean’s hand where they’re clasped; when that doesn’t work immediately, he takes advantage of a circling turn to near their faces - their noses almost bump, and Dean has no choice but to look into Castiel’s eyes, “I want you to know. You do know, don’t you?”

Swallowing roughly, feeling possibly feverish, Dean down, then away, “... you gotta stop saying shit like that, Cas.”

“Why?” he wonders, “It’s only the truth.”

Clearing his throat again - a nervous tic he didn’t realize he had until right then - he mumbles back, “yeah, well… I talk big, but I’m flyin’ blind, so maybe don’t follow me everywhere.”

“I’m a soldier, Dean. A Commander, actually. When I delivered you to the convent where Sam and Ruby were against the wishes of Heaven, I chose you. I pledged my allegiance to an Earthly King over an absent God, and I knew what I was doing when I did,” their steps slow down as Dean takes that in, “All I knew was that… I had faith in you.”

At that, Dean stops moving altogether, his hand slides down from Cas’ shoulder blade to the cinch of his waist, and he allows their joined hands to wilt a bit lower, but he doesn’t let go.

It seems then that Cas is the one having trouble keeping Dean’s gaze.

He looks to some faraway place over Dean’s shoulder, and rasps, “I still do. So, yes, Dean. I will follow you everywhere you lead, for however long you allow me to. I don’t mind flying blind if I’m flying with you.”

“Cas…”

With difficulty, Castiel looks back into Dean’s eyes, and Dean feels his heart thud in his ears. He wonders to himself if Cas can hear it, or feel it, but all Cas does is stare intently back at him, maybe waiting for Dean to confirm or deny something.

“Guys!”

Dean practically jumps away from Cas, frightened as if he’s been caught doing something untoward, but Cas is unbothered.

“I think I found our guy,” Sam announces, none the wiser, “And I think he brought a friend.”

“Yeah,” Dean affirms gruffly, “Got it.”

Sam turns back around first, through the glass doors, back into the busy hall, and Dean starts after him, a hand already twitching toward his holster, sparing Cas a look from over his shoulder.

The Angel is standing there alone, unmistakably ethereal with a backdrop of twinkling stars and lazy fireflies illuminating him; he’s examining his hand as though Dean may have left a mark or a message on him somehow.

“You comin’, Swayze?”

Cas’ eyes snap to attention again, and his forehead wrinkles, “... I don’t understand that reference,” but he follows after Dean anyway.

He doesn’t seem to notice how Dean clenches and unclenches his corresponding hand, but Dean wouldn’t be able to explain it if he did.

#destiel #deancas #my stuff #fluff #pining #mutual pining #idiots in love #dancing #pre-slash

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lunar-wandering · 3 years

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i don’t wanna fight alone anymore - Chapter 5

if you pick up on the 5d chess level plot line i hint at in here i platonically love you

Word Count: 2.3k

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Wukong sighed as he walked into the ship's common area, taking in the sight before him.

"Y'know. I was honestly kind of hoping that what happened yesterday was a dream." He said, "Or, well, I guess it would be a nightmare-"

"Aw, you consider me to be a nightmare?" Macaque said, from his rather uncomfortable looking position of being sprawled on the couch. "I'll take that as a compliment."

"It wasn't intended as one." Wukong sighed again, looking over at MK and Mei. "And what are you two doing?"

"He kicked us off the couch." MK said, his arms crossed and a pout on his face. Mei wore a matching expression. "We're trying to convince him to give it back."

"Pouting doesn't work on me, kiddo." Macaque said, "I'm not easily swayed, unlike someone I know."

"Oh c'mon." Mei said, moving over and getting closer to the shadow monkey. "We're friends now right?"

"....I don't recall agreeing to that-"

"And friends will let their friends use the couch!" She continued, nudging Macaque's arm. "Please? We'll even let you sit with us."

"Absolutely not." Macaque said, pulling his arm away from her nudging. "I'm quite comfortable where I am, thank you very mu-"

He didn't get to finish that, as Wukong, having had enough, easily climbed behind him, and shoved him off the couch, knocking him to the floor. Macaque yelped, as MK and Mei cheered.

"Hey! I'm still injured you know!" Macaque hissed, fur bristling.

"If you can annoy people, you're healed enough." Wukong said, crossing his arms as he looked down at Macaque. "You need to get ready anyways."

"Ready? Ready for what?" MK asked.

"To go get the next object of course! I gave Sandy the coordinates last night, we're almost there already." Wukong said.

"What're we getting this time? A shovel, to go with the rake?" Mei joked. Wukong paused for a moment, before he gave a little laugh.

"Oh, it's uh, nothing like that, this one is more of a back up than anything-"

"Back up? Back up for what?" MK asked, concern starting to form in his voice.

"You don't need to be concerned about it bud, it's really nothing important, in fact we probably won't even need it! Everything will be fine. Just.... fine." Wukong said, chuckling a little, a very familiar smirk starting to appear on his face.

Or, well, familiar to Macaque at least.

"You're lying." Macaque said, elaborating when MK and Mei looked at him with confusion. "He always makes that face when he lies."

"I do not." Wukong hissed, but despite his denial, he stood up, turning around so that the others couldn't see his expression. "A-anyways, we're wasting time here, so uh, let's go!"

"...Why am I here again?" Macaque asked, sulking a little as he walked with Wukong, MK, and Mei through the entryway of the temple.

"You, are here so I can keep an eye on you." Wukong explained, "If you think I'm trusting you anytime soon, you'd be dead wrong."

"...Point taken." Macaque said, as they turned the corner into a room that practically glowed with various objects. Some of them were on pedestals, some just laying on the ground. More hallways connected to the room, each of them with even more hallways and doors.

"How're we going to find the object you're searching for with all of...this?" Mei asked.

"Oh, I'm sure we'll know it when we see it." Wukong said, "I'm sure it's somewhere in this temple."

"And how can you be so sure? Where are your sources Wukong, go on, pull out your list of references, I'll wait." Macaque said, crossing his arms and smirking as Wukong sputtered. MK tuned them out, instead focusing in on some of the various treasures the room held.

Over on a nearby pedestal, a small mirror stood, innocently gleaming alongside the rest of the treasure. Curiosity started to take it's hold, and MK reached out-

"Woah there kid-" Macaque said, grabbing hold of MK's wrist, stopping him just before he could reach the mirror. "Hold on there, this place is full of mystic treasures, remember? You don't want to go about activating some magic trap or something, we can't risk that kind of thing, right Wuk- ........you've got to be kidding me."

MK turned, following where Macaque's gaze was-

To see Wukong, standing on the other side of the room, sheepishly holding a golden cup.

"....Uh, Macaque's right, shockingly enough." Wukong said, nervously chuckling as he set the cup back down on the pedestal he'd taken it from. "We wouldn't want to risk it."

"Don't- don't just put it back like you didn't do anything." Macaque said, letting go of MK's wrist to march over to Wukong, glaring at him. "We all saw you pick it up-"

Mei started to record.

"What, I didn't do anything..... I'm better at controlling my impulses than that." Wukong said, a nervous smirk starting to form on his face. Upon seeing it, Macaque reached over and pinched the other monkey's cheek.

"You're making that stupid face again." He said as Wukong yelped, smacking away Macaque's hand. "Seriously though, be glad nothing happened, I would've killed you if you'd activated something-"

Almost as if on cue, there was a faint click, and a magic circle appeared on the ground, a barrier rising up and trapping the two monkeys within the circle.

There was a moment of silence.

"....Yep, I'm going to kill you-" Macaque said, tackling Wukong to the floor. Mei cheered, excited for a fight, but MK quickly stepped in.

"Woah, woah, hold on-" MK said, and both monkey's paused mid-fight. "Are you two okay?"

"....Wukong don't you dare say it-"

"We're just peachy kid!" As soon as those words left Wukong's mouth, Macaque went back to attacking him with extreme fervor. In response, Wukong leaned back, planting his feet into Macaque's chest and shoving him away. Macaque's back slammed against the barrier, and he growled, moving to attack Wukong again-

Only to pause as Wukong pulled out a piece of chalk, humming quietly as he drew a line on the ground.

"....What are you doing." Macaque asked, all the fight leaving him as confusion took over. Wukong hummed in satisfaction as he finished drawing the line.

"We can't just fight the whole time we're in here, that'd be counter-productive." He said, tucking the chalk back into his pocket. "So, you stay on your side, I'll stay on my side."

"That has to be the most childish solution I've ever heard-" Macaque started, only to be cut off as Mei cleared her throat.

"Not that this isn't very entertaining, but like, how exactly are we supposed to get you out?" She asked. Wukong and Macaque paused.

"Uh. I'm not entirely sure-" Wukong started.

"I found a switch over here." MK said, drawing their attention to where he stood by the wall. "D'you think pressing it would let you out?"

"No." Macaque said, a surprising amount of certainty in his voice. "There's another switch, probably in some kind of control room or something like that. You have to flip it before you can flip this one."

There was a moment of silence as everyone stared at him.

"....What? I traveled a lot, I've seen a lot of traps." Macaque huffed, putting his back against the barrier and sliding down to sit on the floor. "I know what I'm doing."

"...Well it's not like we have any better options." Mei said, shrugging as she grabbed hold of MK's arm, turning down a random hallway. "We'll be back!"

Wukong sighed as he watched the two of them walk further into the temple, before turning and glaring at Macaque.

"You better not have just sent them off on a wild goose chase." He said, mirroring Macaque's pose by sitting down on the ground.

"Please, do I look like I want to stay in this circle forever?"

"Why is this temple so hard to navigate!" MK yelled in frustration, as he gripped onto the stone wall. He and Mei were slowly climbing down, hoping to find some kind of control room deeper in the temple.

"Probably to deter thieves." Mei said. She wasn't struggling nearly as much with this as MK was. The perils of loosing super strength.... "Either that or to make the adventure more fun for, y'know, adventurers."

"Couldn't they have set it up so you could choose a difficulty setting?" MK mumbled, "This would be so much easier if we could do this on easy mode-"

MK missed the next grip point, his foot sliding. He startled at the sudden lack of support, scrambling a bit in his panic, which turned out to be a mistake, as he ended up slipping and letting go of the wall entirely, tumbling back.

"MK!" Mei yelled, reaching out a hand to grab at him, barely missing by a few inches.

MK tensed, bracing himself to slam against the stone floor of the temple-

Only to feel himself get caught in someone's arms.

"Red Son?!" Mei yelled, incredulous, and MK opened his eyes to see that she was right, Red Son had caught him. "What are you doing here?!"

"I'm getting something for W- ah, my parents." Red Son said as he set MK down on the ground. "Yep, I'm picking up some random mystic artifact for my parents."

"....Do your parents actually know you're here?" MK asked.

"Of course they do! Why wouldn't they?" Red Son said-

And then proceeded to rush forwards to catch Mei just before she could hit the ground.

"Ha! That was fun!" She said, laughing as she jumped out of Red Son's arms.

"Why would you do that?!" Red Son hissed.

"I knew you would catch me."

"A bit of warning might have been nice!"

"So you admit you would catch me?" Mei asked, laughing as Red Son paused, before he huffed, crossing his arms and looking away, his necklace jangling as he moved.

"....What's with the necklace?" MK asked, and Red Son froze, before quickly hiding the necklace behind his shirt.

"It's nothing." He mumbled, before grabbing hold of Mei and MK's hands, and starting to walk. "C'mon, you're looking for the switches to undo the magic barrier right?"

"How'd you-"

"Just a.... lucky guess." Red Son said, dragging them down a long series of hallways. As they passed a darkened hall, MK paused, staring intently. "Hurry it up MK, you don't have all day."

"Sorry I just....thought I saw something." MK said, slowly turning away. He could've sworn that he had seen- no, that wasn't possible. "...Wait, did you just call me MK?"

"I think he did." Mei said, smirking. Red Son didn't even look at them, but his hair started sparking at the edges.

".....No, I didn't." He said, "You two must be hearing things. Now hurry it up, we're running out of time."

"What is wrong with you?" Macaque asked, sitting on his side of the circle.

"Excuse me?" Wukong said, glancing over at Macaque in confusion. Macaque sighed, before standing up, and crossing over the chalk line, despite Wukong's protests.

"Normally, you could get us out of here easily. So, I'll ask you again." Macaque said, leaning over, nose almost brushing against Wukong's. "What is wrong with you?"

"I- uh, well, what's wrong with you?" Wukong countered, "Why don't you use your shadows to break the barrier?"

"You seriously think that she left me unscathed?" Macaque hissed, before quickly backtracking. "Or, well, I mean, not unscathed, but like-"

"So it was her." Wukong whispered, "She's the one who hurt you."

"....Don't think about it too much." Macaque said, walking back over to his side of the circle, sitting down and pulling his knees to his chest. "It's....not important."

"Macaque-"

"We're back!" MK's voice interrupted, and both Wukong and Macaque visibly startled at his sudden presence. "We flipped the switch, all we need to do now is just flip this one!"

"Oh thank goodness." Macaque said, making a show out of standing up and stretching. "Any longer in here and I think Wukong would've driven me insane."

"Hey-" Wukong started to protest, but then stopped as he registered who was with Mei and MK. "Uh. Who do you have there?"

"Ah, Red Son just. Kind of showed up." MK explained as he walked over to the switch on the wall. "Said he was getting something for his parents."

Wukong leveled Red Son with a look of suspicion, and Red Son looked away, nervously rubbing his arm. MK flipped the switch on the wall, the barrier falling down. Both Macaque and Wukong let out an audible sigh of relief as the magic faded away-

Only for the ground to shake.

"Well, looks like time is up." Red Son said, oddly calm, as he walked by them, turning to head deeper into the temple. "I'll see you guys later."

As he passed by Wukong, he paused for a moment, leaning over and whispering something Mei and MK couldn't hear. Macaque's ear twitched, and a look of horror briefly flashed over Wukong's face, but it was gone as fast as it had been there as the floor shook again, this time knocking some rocks loose, the sound of them tumbling making Wukong wince. He rushed forwards, picking up Macaque (despite the protest that he could "run on his own") as he started towards the exit. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Mei do the same with MK, before hurriedly catching up to him.

"Wait- what about Red Son?" MK said, watching as the aforementioned demon continued to walk back further into the temple, with a walk that was far too calm for someone who was in a collapsing building.

"He'll be fine, I'm sure he's got a plan." Wukong said, skidding to a stop once he reached the outside, setting Macaque down and turning to watch as the temple collapsed completely, sealing the entrance. Mei softly set MK down on the ground beside her.

"...We didn't end up getting that thing you wanted." Mei said, staring at the collapsed temple. Wukong sighed.

"It's fine. Like I said, it was more of a..... back up plan anyways." He said, turning to head back to the ship. "We shouldn't need it anytime soon."

#Monkie Kid #fanfic #my writing #season 3 fanfic

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spacedikut · 4 years

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(nearly) lost love ; spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid (criminal minds) x f!reader

summary: “hi idk if you’re taking requests but if you are i’d love to read something where the reader ends up getting hurt somehow (maybe by an unsub) and is in the hospital and spencer is super worried about her and maybe confesses his feelings for her bc he thought he was gonna lose her?? idk just something super fluffy with a little angst if you’re up for it” 2890 words

a/n: im gon na be honest idk how to write angst so i just went where the story took me????

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Spencer was proudly stood in front of his geological profile in the Austin precinct when the frantic call was made over the comms.

“Agent down! I repeat, Agent down! We need a medic!”

It was Morgan’s booming voice, firm and commanding, and Spencer first felt relief knowing at least Morgan was safe. But fear follows, prickling through his entire body when, oh no, someone on his team has been injured.

Morgan kept his comm connected. Spencer could hear all the chaos on the other end – he picked up that JJ was counting bodies, there was at least four medics requested, and, the most gut-wrenching for Spencer, was listening to Morgan repeat variations of, “Stay with me Y/N. Don’t close your eyes – listen to me, baby, stay with me, Y/N!”

You. You were the agent down.

You, who, less than two hours ago, laughed at your own joke so hard you couldn’t get it out. You, who made plans with him to go shopping for Halloween decorations that weekend (which Spencer was way too excited about, by the way). You.

You, who Spencer recently realised he’s in love with.

Why does he feel like this is his fault? He knows, logically, it isn’t – the obvious reason is because Spencer wasn’t there (which, a little voice in the back of his head says well maybe if you were there this wouldn’t have happened…) and it’s likely that this is entirely the ubsub’s fault. He attacked and you were the unlucky target.

But the history of Spencer’s love life shows there is a definite risk to being associated with him.

Is this the world’s way of telling him he shouldn’t love you? He shouldn’t tell you he loves you?

Was the big speech Derek gave him, the month they spent building Spencer’s confidence up, all for nothing? Because Spencer’s cursed?

This isn’t about you, Spencer, he thinks, angry at himself. God, you’re hurt, injuries still unknown, and he’s floundering because he’s convinced himself he’s cursed.

“Reid? You there?”

It’s Morgan, still talking through the comm, and it knocks Spencer out of his head. “Y-yeah, I’m here. Y/N? Is it Y/N? Is she okay?”

Morgan’s voice is calm and collected, as always, “Hey, kid, chill. She’s with a medic on the way to the hospital. You wanna-“

“I’ll meet you there.”

Spencer dashes out of the room.

+++

When he arrives, Hotch and JJ are waiting for him at the entrance. JJ expected Spencer to be worried, a little agitated, but she didn’t expect him to look so dishevelled and distressed. His hair, usually so well-kempt, sticks up in all directions. He abandoned his jacket and satchel at the station, obviously in a rush, and now his shoelace is untied and it’s giving JJ anxiety.

“Reid,” Hotch greets.

“How-“

“She’s fine, she’s okay,” JJ immediately says. Spencer has always said JJ knows exactly how to soothe him. “A nasty knock to the head, but she’s been taken care of and she’s resting now.”

Spencer’s whole body sighs in relief.

He sounds fragile when he asks, “Can I see her?”

JJ gives a small, bittersweet smile, then gestures for Spencer to follow her. He stays close, basically standing on her heels, the entire way to your room, where Emily is leaving.

He struts straight in, acknowledging no one, intent on seeing you and seeing you only.

You lie there, lifeless. All he can hear is the haunting sound of the heart monitor, combined with your chest minimally moving up and down being the only signs you’re alive. You’ve lost all your usual colour – Spencer recalls JJ mumbling something about you losing a lot of blood – and the whole sight makes his stomach lurch.

He walks in, and walks right back out.

Everyone shares looks of bewilderment. He did a complete 180, hardly sparing you a glance, and ran straight into the hospital’s bathroom where the team hears the distinct sound of retching.

Derek sighs and follows him. Their gazes meet: Spencer’s head barely lifting from the toilet bowl, Derek shutting and locking the bathroom door with pitying eyes.

“I’m sorry-“ Spencer starts.

“Don’t apologise. How you feeling?”

He groans in response, leaning against the wall. He begs himself to not think about all the germs and diseases that are probably infesting his body as they speak – his heart stings too much in his chest for that.

Spencer swallows the stone in his throat, grimacing at the remnants of bile, “Seeing her like that..”

“I know.”

“I never thought I’d see her like that. I’ve never wanted to see her like that and-and.. I couldn’t be there to protect her and help her-“

“None of this is your fault, Reid. It’s not your fault, or her fault, or anyone’s fault except the guy that did this. And he’s dead. And she’ll be fine. Please,” Derek warns, “Don’t guilt yourself into mayhem. I know you, and I know her, and all she wants is for you to be the first thing she sees when she wakes up. If not, or if she finds out you’re beating yourself up over this, she’ll kill you, man. With her bare hands.”

Derek’s smirking at the end of his speech because he’s right and Spencer knows it too. And Spencer can’t refrain from grinning a little at the thought of you, just gaining consciousness, and leaping from your bed to smack some sense into him.

You’re incredible. Which both pains him and makes him fall for you harder.

When Spencer rises and starts swirling his mouth out with water, Derek gives him a firm pat on the shoulder and leaves, Spencer not far behind.

This time, he won’t run out of the room like a weakling. Because it’s you and you need him to be there for you.

It’s what you’d do for him. And before that thought can go any further, he’s taking a deep breath and opening the door.

You’re still resting, looking exactly the same as when he first saw you, and his stomach jumps into his throat again – it pains him to see you like this.

But Penelope is leaning over you, fingers brushing your hair back with the trademarked tenderness that is Penelope Garcia. You’ve always called her your Fairy Godmother, your guardian angel, the true love of your life.

Maybe you’d rather see her when you first wake up.

So he stays back, lingering by the entrance of the room, until Rossi nudges him and he stumbles to the top of your bed. Right by your face, your oh-so-gorgeous but bruised face, and Spencer stares.

He can’t explain how glad he is that you’re okay. You’re here, a little beaten up, but he knows that in a couple days, maximum a week, you’ll be back in the bullpen with your quirks and nudges and warmth that is so you and he’ll never let anything come near you again.

(He knows he can’t actually do that. You wouldn’t let him. But he still thinks it, because he loves you and he’ll do anything for you)

The team silently agrees that Spencer will be the one to stay with you. At least until you wake up.

(Why? You might ask. Because you drunkenly told the girls that you’re convinced the closest thing to heaven on Earth would be waking up and Spencer Reid being the first thing you see every day. Ever since, they’ve committed themselves to trying to set you two up)

Spencer sleeps next to your bed, cramped in the uncomfortable and tiny chair, until about seven am. Then he recites some books in his head, just to pass the time. Then Penelope calls.

“I’m on my way with baked goods, Doctor. Would you like me to pick something up for you and the sleeping beauty?”

Spencer goes to decline, before looking at you, “I think Y/N would appreciate a burger. Maybe two.”

Garcia hums down the line, “You know, she’s always been full of good ideas. I’ll buy too many burgers then be on my way. Kisses!” Then hangs up.

In the meantime, Spencer scrolls through your conversation on his phone. He’d never been one for texting, or technology (notoriously), but you always send him things you think he’d like – maybe an article (he’s read every single one you’ve sent, even the one about the monkey using a frog to masturbate), a picture of a cute dog (this one looks like you, spence!!!!!!), and anything else that catches your eye.

For example, a comprehensive list of way too many “why did the chicken cross the road?” jokes.

They’re your kryptonite. Even after you explained the joke to Spencer, in depth, he still doesn’t quite understand the appeal. But you love them.

So he reads them to you.

He knows you can’t hear him. Being asleep is obviously very different to being in a coma, where people have claimed to be able to hear the people around them, but it passes the time and eases him a little. Cause he also knows that if you were awake you’d be chortling away, happy as can be. And that’s how you should always be.

Happy.

Spencer hopes he makes you happy.

Damn, he loves you.

Damn.

He has to tell you he loves you.

It feels like this need, this obligation – if he doesn’t tell you when you wake up then when will he tell you? The next time you’re injured?

The thought sends him reeling.

No matter the outcome, you need to know. He needs to tell you.

“Why did the rooster cross the road?” He reads aloud, “To cockadoodle dooo something.”

He’s cheesing at his screen, at the audacity and stupidity of these jokes. But they’re sweet, just like you, and they take everyone prisoner when it comes to making people smile.

“That was a good one.” You heh.

Your voice is croaky after not being used in hours, but it’s still the same dreamy voice Spencer loves to hear.

You’re awake. And already smiling, which is one hell of a win in Spencer’s book.

“Good morning.” He whispers.

“It’s morning?” You ask, moving your head slowly to see outside your window. “At least I got a full night’s sleep for once.”

“Should you really be joking in your condition?” Spencer teases, leaning to fluff your pillow when you wince.

You exhale deeply, “And what is my condition, exactly?”

“You look as sexy as ever, buttercup.”

Garcia’s grinning from the doorway, Derek the same from behind her, two bags of food in her hands.

You’re ecstatic when you say, “Penny!” Trying to hide the pain when she hugs you. You’re too happy to see her to turn down her love.

She dishes out the burgers and, as expected, you ask if there’s another in there for you. You chomp happily, despite the dull ache still present, chatting jovially with the three of them.

Penelope gets caught up in telling you about the most recent documentary she saw. When he notices, Derek nods towards the door, making Spencer furrow his eyebrows in confusion. What does he want?

Derek does it again and Spencer gets it. He lifts from his seat the same time Derek does, saying nothing until they’re out of the room and the door has shut behind them.

“I’m gonna make Penelope leave-“ Derek begins, and Spencer stutters.

“What? Why? Is everything okay?”

Derek chuckles at Spencer’s reaction, “Kid, everything’s fine. You just gotta tell her.”

Spencer doesn’t even try to pretend he doesn’t know what Derek’s referring to. He peeks through your door’s window, staring directly at you as you giggle at something Penelope says.

“Do I?” He ponders. “It could-“

“Nope. We’re not doing that “it could ruin everything” spiel. You’re an adult, she’s an adult, and adults don’t play around with feelings like this. Tell. Her.” Derek’s got both hands on Spencer’s shoulders, grip tightening and loosening sporadically as he talks. He looks like a football coach giving a pep talk before the big game, and Spencer feels invigorated.

“Alright.” Spencer nods once, “Let’s do this.”

“I will remove Penelope Garcia from the premises.”

They nod at eachother and move back into your room.

+++

When Penelope is pulled from your room by Derek, stumbling and muttering and stuttering, all you do is blink in confusion.

“What’s going on there?” You say, speaking out of the side of your mouth, as if you’re sharing a secret.

Spencer doesn’t answer. You turn to look at him, another question on your tongue, but the words die when you see his facial expression.

It’s so tender. So soft, and gentle, the littlest of smiles on his lips as his cheeks darken.

“If I tell you something really dramatic right now, do you think you could handle that?”

Your head tilts, brows furrowed, looking far too endearing with your bandaged head.

He clears his throat, “I just-just need to make sure it won’t overwhelm you.”

You don’t know what to expect, but you agree anyway. Is this why Derek and Penelope left?

“I vomited when I saw you in bed. In this bed. In hospital.” He begins.

“Oh, thanks, Spence,” You tease.

“No- no. Hear me out!” He gives a little laugh, hands coming up in defence. “I don’t have a script, and statistically, both men and women speak around sixteen-thousand words a day – I want these ones to be special. Because you’re special.”

You’re still visibly confused. You clasp your hands together in your lap, “I’m listening. You have my full attention.”

Having your full attention is terrifying and electrifying at the same time. Spencer wants you to know that.

“You make me feel things, you know.” He reveals, “Things I’ve only ever read about, fantasised about – you know… things.”

This is going terribly. For a man who’s read the dictionary more times than he cares to count (he does care to count – twenty two times), he is very much struggling to explain himself to you.

Deep breath. From the start.

“It’s alright, Spence,” You console, hand resting on his closed ones. “Take your time.”

He does. He takes a few more breaths. “I don’t know where to start so- so bear with me.”

“Always.”

Why do you have to make his heart race like that?

“What?”

Oh. He said that out loud.

Well. Might as well repeat it.

“I said,” Louder this time, “Why do you have to make my heart race like that?”

“I’m sorry?”

“No. No- I like it. I like you, that’s what I’m trying to say. Maybe not like since Derek told me we’re not in high school, kid,” He lowers his voice to impersonate Derek, “But the l word is scary, especially when I don’t know how you’re gonna react. But whatever you say, however you react, we’ll be okay. I know we will. I just need you to know how you make me feel and how-how good I think I’d treat you, I guess.”

It feels like your silence goes on forever. Then you quietly ask, “And how do I make you feel, Spence?”

“Like I’ve never felt before. I meant it when I said you make me feel things I’ve only read about – you’re so easy to love, you know that? Infuriatingly so. And you’re so open – I think that’s what drew me in at first. You knew nothing about Doctor Who, but you heard I was asking around for someone to go with me to that convention and you said you were available if I wanted you and I… I had to practice how to ask you in the mirror for three days straight. Of course I want you, Y/N. I think I always have.”

His voice is timid when he asks, afraid of what the answer might be.

“Do you think you want me too?”

“Are you crazy?!” You cry out.

The volume makes Spencer jump. Then he registers what you said and slumps, rejection seeping in.

“Spencer-“ You say, exasperated, “You’re the most incredible person I know. I tell you all the time cause I mean it.” You give a short laugh, “How could you even think that I wouldn’t feel the exact same? I’m kind of obsessed with you, Spence.”

The shock on his face melts into pure joy. Is this really happening? You..

“I want you an embarrassing amount, Spencer Reid. I always have and I always will.”

He doesn’t know what overcomes him, but he leaps forward and smashes your lips together. It’s messy and a little clunky, teeth hitting together and mouths unable to stop grinning, but it’s perfect. Everything you could’ve asked for in your first kiss with Spencer.

It’s perfect. He’s perfect.

And he thinks the exact same of you.

He pulls back, heart racing and entire body burning, strong hands cradling your head. It doesn’t take a profiler to realise the two of you, foreheads leaning against eachother, are the happiest you’ve been in a long time.

“You taste like burger.” Spencer breathes, soft and low.

You giggle. “You taste like coffee and burger.”

His lips quirk, raising an eyebrow, “You like it?”

You hum, rubbing your nose against his, “I like it a whole lot. I like you a whole lot.”

Spencer kisses you again.

And again.

“Glad to know we’re on the same page.”

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds fanfiction #mine #i like this one! i think #does anyone else struggle infinitely with titling fics #i go with the randomest shit lol

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heyheydidjaknow · 3 years

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Hiya! I have a request for an x reader songfic. Snap out of it by the Arctic monkeys gives me so many 2012 Donnie vibes. Maybe one where the reader is in love with Donnie but he likes April and the reader wants Donnie to, you know, "snap out of it" and notice that maybe April isn't the best person towards him. It can end in unrequited love or with a happy ending, that's for you to decide but I just really want to see this concept. Thanks! :>

(feel free to ignore this request if you want 👁️👁️)

Oh, I’m not about to turn away a chance to be pushed out into foreign territory. I admittedly hadn’t known what a songfic was until wikipedia and @kunimikat saved my ass, so this was fun-- and a bit scary-- to write. I hope you like it, even if it might not have been exactly what you were expecting.

April was your friend. She had been for a while, now, since she had moved to NYC. The two of you had come even closer after her kidnapping and initiation into the “Hamato Clusterfuck” as you had affectionately called it at first—you had wisely made a conscious effort to only get involved with them as far as you could throw them, sticking solidly to offering emotional support and half-decent food. At the beginning, you had, on multiple occasions, even begged her to stay out of it, trying to reason with her that getting herself killed by a psychotic armored man with an axe to grind for the crime of hanging out with four teenage shut-ins was an incredibly bad idea. When your logical arguments fell on deaf ears—her owing them apparently being her ball and chain—you had designated yourself as her supervisor to make sure she did not do something overly impulsive. She was reckless, overly trusting, immature, but you loved her like a sister. You balanced each other out.

One of the benefits of knowing someone for so long is that you learn things about them that they do not know about themselves. In April’s case, it had been that she was terrible at making up her mind

What's been happenin' in your world?

You had borne witness to the love triangle transpiring between Donatello Hamato, Casey Jones and her for the better part of a year now. You were relieved that the two boys had backed off each other’s throats somewhat over the period, but it was as infuriating as it was fascinating to watch them fight over her like a chew toy. Of course, April had her preference between the two, favoring the hockey player mainly for his general normalcy, which was a decision you could approve of, but she had hesitated until recently to make that obvious to the other point because, in her words, “The last thing I want is to deal with is all of that awkwardness.” You could hardly blame her for her hesitation, but you thought it almost cruel not to make her feelings apparent to her lovestruck puppy.

What have you been up to?

Donnie was the most tolerable of the five, the most normal in your opinion. He was an infatuated, insecure teenage boy with more an affinity towards machines and, best of all, seemed concerned for your friend, all things that you could get on board with. In your opinion, overbearingness is preferable to negligence in this case, and you were just happy that someone physically capable had her back. As such, when you were stuck at the lair for hours waiting for her lessons with Splinter to be over—you were her ride—you found yourself spending the most time around him, and as time went on, you started going out of your way to do so.

Seeing as April and Casey were your only other friends, it was natural you would get romantically attached. They—a couple by high school standards—approved of your crush, and all you told your guardian(s) was that they were smart, fit, and financially responsible, so they asked few questions.

You knew, logically, this was not a competition and that April had little interest in him.

But something about the way he gazed at her made you burn green with envy.

I heard that you fell in love, or near enough.

His eyes were just so… wistfully longing. He watched as the redhead and her boyfriend played against Michelangelo and Raphael in a game of charades. His expression was just so soft, lips pursing and popping silently as he grieved from his seat in his lab.

It had been a downhill spiral on your end from there, and as your own attachment grew for him, his own depression worsened. Your eyes drifted from your friend as you tried to make him see that, no, the world was not ending because his first crush did not like him back. You would make subtle comments about how happy his brothers were, how happy she and Casey were together, how smart he was and how many people would die for a kind, loving, smart guy to come around and sweep them off their feet. This, again, fell on deaf ears; he would always comment on how, if he were such a catch, April would not have chosen Casey, like It is his fault for her having more of a taste in cocky, fun-loving guys than intelligent ones. Half of it was probably your lack of experience in subtlety, but no matter what you would try to say, whenever romance came up in conversation, his words turned sharp and bitter.

On that day, you just cracked.

I gotta tell you the truth.

You walked over to the lab door, closing it in a single fluid motion. ‘I’m better at being blunt, anyways.’

He blinked; his trance was interrupted by the small slam.

“She’s not into you.”

“Huh?”

You crossed the room and placed your hand on the desk, expression stern and stone cold. “April,” you repeat. “She’s not interested.”

He did not meet your gaze. “You don’t know that.”

“I do, actually.” You leaned down to look him in the eye. “You aren’t her type. You’re supposed to be smart.” You placed the other on the back of his chair, arms cagging him in, almost. “ She has a boyfriend,” you continued, softer. “You know that, right?”

“I do.” He tapped the side of his thumb against the table absently, throat tight. “But what else do you suppose I do? Submit to the fact that I’ll be alone forever?” He looked up at you. “I know this may be hard for you to believe,” he continued, easily slipping out from under your arms, “but I don’t exactly have a ton of options. She’s the only person who’s ever looked at me like that; how am I supposed to move on from the only person who’s ever even given me a chance?”

I wanna grab both your shoulders and shake, baby.

You rolled your eyes, turning to watch him as he crossed to the other side of the room. “That is some blatant bullshit,” you glared curtly.

“Is it, though?” His back was to you as he crouched down in front of his centrifuge, fiddling with it. “As someone who’s never—”

“So help me, if you go off about me not understanding being rejected and feeling like they’d die alone, I’ll rip your tongue out.” You stood back up properly.

“What would you know about it?” He followed suit, eyes locking on yours. “You have other people to choose from.”

“And you don’t?” You crossed your arms, smiling incredulously. “How do we differ, exactly?”

“Besides the obvious?”

You scoffed. “You’ve seen your brothers. Never stopped them.”

“And I’m happy for them, that they’re so charismatic as to be able to find partners so easily.” You could taste the bitterness in his words. “But I’m not them, in case you didn’t notice. That girl out there?” He pointed to the door. “She’s the first and only person in the universe who’s ever given me a second glance.”

“So you’re just fucking blind, now?” You heard your voice rise without your input.

“What’re you talking about?” His voice grew with yours.

“You’re lovesick,” you spat. “Snap out of it.”

Snap out of it.

You ran your fingers through your hair. “Or maybe you’re just dense.” You felt a laugh rise in your throat. “I mean,” you gestured, “clearly picking up on verbal subtext isn’t your forte.”

You gave him five seconds. “What,” you continued, rubbing your face with your hands, “Are you—” You stopped. “You are, aren’t you?”

Nothing.

You took a slow breath, hearing your heartbeat in your ears. “Let me put it in simple, plain English for you.”

I get the feelin' I left it too late, but baby—

“As her friend? You’re a fucking creep.” You crossed your arms across your chest. “Following her the way you did—wait your turn—” A finger interrupted his defense. “Following her the way you did? Objectively creepy. Staring at her all the time? Also fucking creepy.” You felt your nails dig into your skin. “Any person would call it as it is.”

He opened his mouth again to argue. You did not interrupt him this time, but he did not argue, the silence falling like a weighted blanket over the two of you.

“As your friend,” you continued, voice lowered, “as someone who cares about you, I know April, and she can’t give you what you want. It’s not her; she needs to be free, and I love her, but you’re looking for something that’s just not there.” Your voice was certain. “You’re looking for someone to spend your life with. I’m right, aren’t I?”

Snap out of it.

He was still for a moment, looking off into the ether. He nodded, face melancholy.

You walked over, resting a hand on his shoulder tentatively. “I’m not saying it’s stupid of you to not be over her. Again, I love her to bits, so I see the appeal.” You broke eye contact, trying to articulate exactly what you meant. “But I’m worried,” you explained slowly, “you’re only hung up on her because you’re scared of being alone. That’s not fair to her or yourself.”

“Do you know that?”

“No,” you admitted easily, “but you and I are the same way, and trust me, I’ve been around the heartbreak block.” You smiled, trying to relieve the tension.

That earned a chuckle. A small one, but a chuckle none the less.

You reached up, cupping his cheek in your hand. “There are seven billion people on this planet. Any one of them—myself included—would be lucky to have a life with you.”

If that watch don’t continue to swing—

A pause.

“Do you honestly believe that?”

You nodded, your thumb running along the line of his eye socket. “I do.”

—or the fat lady fancies havin' a sing—

You leaned forward, pressing your lips against his cheek gently.

—I'll be here, waitin' ever so patiently—

“Y/N!” You pulled back as you heard April calling your name. “We need a moderator!”

You started back towards the door, waving gently. “I wish you good tidings, Donatello.” You smiled quietly, serenity itself standing in the doorway. “May whoever is fortunate enough to call you their own bring you happiness. You deserve it.” You slipped out of his lab, running over to break them up.

Donatello rested his fingers on where your mouth had lit his skin. He felt a bittersweet smile fade onto his face.

—for you to snap out of it.

And that was when it began.

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kitkat1003 · 3 years

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If you want another Spirit prompt, maybe #1 "Don't give me that look." With Spirit and Pigsy?

1. Don't give me that look

Quick Warning for disturbing imagery and blood

Have fun! :)

It was all because Spirit got the mail.

That was the long and short of it. Spirit went to get the mail, pulling out a crystal ball that had exploded in their hand, and when Pigsy, Tang and MK ran out to see what the commotion was about they found a child where the Spirit that was familiar used to be.

This child goes by Yin.

This child has four eyes.

This child smiles, and there’s nothing sad in their eyes when they do.

A conference with Monkey King and some studying of the residue left by the exploding object proves that it was likely meant to stall MK by temporarily turning him into a child. The prime suspects are Yin and Jin-they seem like the two to have such a hair brained scheme.

Monkey King and MK head off to see just what MK was supposed to be kept from stopping, leaving Pigsy and Tang with the 8 year old.

“Where’s mom?” They ask.

Pigsy sighs.

The day goes on mostly as normal. Tang and Mei entertain Spirit with phone games and medicinal texts. It seems Spirit’s love of medical knowledge has not changed with age, and they sit in Tang’s lap and follow his finger as he reads out what plants can be ground up into a healing balm for wounds.

They were told that their mom was out on a trip to get medicine, and left them with Pigsy and Tang as babysitters. They seem to believe that.

Red Son sneaks in to see them when he hears about the incident from Mei, and Spirit is entranced by his hair, reaching up with wide eyes.

“It’s pretty!” They shout, giggling when Red Son picks them up so they can card their fingers through the flamey strands. “You’re really pretty!”

They bump their forehead against Red Son and smile, and Red Son looks...

He looks a lot younger than he is, staring at them as if lost in another time.

He doesn’t stay for long. He lets Spirit play with his hair and shows them that he can melt metal with his fire if he tries, but eventually he stalks away with a terse, if kind, farewell. There’s a quiet look of discomfort on his face, and Pigsy wonders if Red Son ever knew Spirit before they were scarred.

By the shock on his face when he’d seen Spirit’s four eyes, Pigsy doubts it..

They’re far more trusting than Pigsy has known them to be. He feels like he could tell them the sky is actually purple and they’d believe it. They talk a lot, too, chattering with questions and comments about anything and everything. Pigsy and Tang had worked hard, to get the Spirit they know to be comfortable enough to ask any questions at all. They’re very inquisitive, regardless of age, but the eight year old isn’t afraid. They ask, without hesitation, and drink in every answer.

Pigsy makes them lunch, placing a bowl of noodles in front of them. He reaches over and ruffles their hair, and

Spirit doesn’t flinch. They don’t freeze, for a split moment, as they register that the motion is a kind one and not an attack. They don’t awkwardly let the touch happen, pulling away because they feel like they have to.

Pigsy knows they like to be pet. They like contact. But contact has been marred by centuries of it being used as a weapon and so they still treat hands reaching to them for comfort as if they were blades.

This Spirit doesn’t see it that way. This Spirit leans into the touch and giggles, bouncing in their seat. Their tail wags, their hands flutter, their feet kick out beneath the counter.

Pigsy has seen them stim before. It’s rare. Typicaly, they’ll let their hands shake with the energy that wants to be released, too nervous to flap their hands like MK does. Tang and Pigsy have been coaxing that out of them, too.

It’s terribly sad and wonderful to see that they used to do it with no fear at all.

They slurp up he bowl of noodles with a gusto he doesn’t recognize, messy and unfocused and silly in a way only a child can be.

“You’re a really good cook!” Spirit says, grinning with all their teeth, wide and unburdened.

Pigsy smiles back.

It’s when Spirit sprints off to the restroom that Tang levies his eyes onto Pigsy, raising a brow. There’s something knowing in his gaze, and Pigsy knows what he means when he stares at Pigsy with pity and reproach.

“Don't give me that look,” he grouches, turning away. He knows what Tang is going to say. He knows.

“They’re not going to stay like this forever,” Tang, predictably, reminds Pigsy. He says it gently, though it still stings, but Pigsy knows Tang doesn’t mean it to be cruel, voice as soft and sad as Pigsy feels.

And Pigsy wants to rage. He wants to punch a wall and scream, because he sees that child and he sees Spirit centries later, blades in hand on a death mission because it was the only way out, in their eyes. He sees wide smiles and childish innocence and sees Spirit limp, tired, and empty on his couch, with nothing left in them to give.

But that’s for later. When Spirit is grown and gone to bed Pigsy will mourn what no one else before had thought to, the person Spirit used to be and could have kept if not for a world far crueler than it should be. Pigsy knows, now, and knowledge is not always kind.

“I know,” he responds, quietly, just as Spirit comes skipping back to their seat, leaning over the counter to watch Pigsy cook.

“How does that work?” They point to the stove, curiosity painted on their face.

Pigsy turns around with a blank slate plastered on his face, and explains it with a smile as Spirit stares at him as if he knows everything.

Mei pops in from time to time, helping with deliveries and bringing Spirit random candies that they munch on. She’s taken to ruffling their hair, and has turned their tiny ponytail into a mini braid. Spirit spins around to try and catch a glimpse of it, stopping only when after a full minute they get so dizzy they fall to the floor.

Mei takes a video of it. For later. She also takes a picture of the braid so Spirit can see.

“That looks so cool!” Spirit bounces on their feet. “Mom always has her hair up in a bun, but I don’t have eough fur for that. I can’t wait to show her this though!”

They all tense, at the reminder.

“When’s she’s coming to get me?” Spirit asks.

Mei fumbles, looking off to the side as she tries to find an acceptable answer.

“Sometime tonight,” Pigsy replies. “It’s a long journey, though, so you might have to sleep over if she can’t come this evening.”

Spirit nods, taking the answer as truth.

The lie sits like a stone in Pigsy’s stomach, and he doesn’t look at the kid in the eye for at least an hour after.

As the sun begins to set, traces of light peeking between the large buildings that block the view, Pigsy begins to close up the shop. Tang headed upstairs a few minutes before, both to see what quick meal they can make for a child in their kitchen and to set up a bed on the couch should Spirit have to stay the night.

Spirit watches him clean up the shop kitchen, tail swishing back and forth from their seat. They seem endlessly fascinated by the mundane. It’s endearing, and almost familiar. The Spirit Pigsy knows found cooking very interesting, once Pigsy introduced them to it.

The sun disappears behind the horizon, and gold turns to blue as Pigsy finishes wiping the stove down.

“Where’s mom?” Spirit’s voice is quiet, and sends a shiver up Pigsy’s spine.

“She’s out right now, getting medicine,” He replies. “I told you earlier, remember? It might be an overnight trip, but we have a bed for you to sleep in if that’s the-”

He turns around, and freezes.

“Where’s mom?” Spirit repeats, tiny hands gripping the counter.

They’ve grown a little bit, he notes. They’re growing up.

Their eye. One of them, the top left, is melting. It drips from the top of the socket in strands, slowly pulling away from bone and collapsing in on itself like a deflating balloon, revealing the void behind it.

Whatever the eye melted into disappears, and as streaks of blood drip down Spirit’s face, Pigsy is suddenly reminded of how four becomes three.

He thinks he’s going to be sick.

He rushes out of the kitchen, as Spirit drops out of their seat and stands, dazed, in the middle of the dining room.

“Kid, look at me,” Pigsy grips them by the shoulders, turning them to him.

Spirit looks so confused, as blood continues to pour down one side of their face.

“Where’s mom?” They ask again. “She’s supposed to be here. She can fix it. She-she fixes it, and then she...,” They trail off staring into some far off place, and Pigsy grips them tight enough to bruise because he’s terrfied they’re goining to melt out of his grip.

Spirit starts to cry.

“I’m sorry,” They sob. “Mom’s gone. She got hurt. She helped me and she got hurt, and she was cold-and-and,” They shake, tail curled around their leg in a familiar motion that makes his heart jump in his throat.

He wants to pull them back. He wants them to be 8 again.

A small, dark part of him wonders how long Spirit had to wait, bleeding and broken, before their mom found them and made it right.

“It’s not your fault,” he breathes, even though he knows the words won’t stick. “It’s not because of you, Sprite.”

But Spirit isnt listening, because he watches the empty eye socket and the full one beneath it begin to merge. He watches them grit their teeth and shake as their skull shifts, as it changes, as two becomes one. The eye swirls and grows to take its new shape, and then finally settles into something heartbreakingly familiar.

The blood disappears, as does the tears. Spirit grows a little more.

With every passing minute they get a little bigger, and Pigsy wishes they didn’t. Every passing minute he watches a new wound and then scar appear. He watches the light in their eyes get duller and duller and he watches them get taller and hunch lower, trying to disappear.

They whisper things too, like ‘Sorry, Red’ and ‘Yes Sir’ and “I miss you, Mom’ and all sorts of awful secrets that add weights to their stance.

By the time they’re familiar, wearing the company shirt with their magenta pants, Pigsy can hardly breathe.

“Pigsy?” They finally say, voice small and uncertain. “Are you okay? You look really upset.”

Pigsy stares at the familiar, and wishes with all his heart that the Spirit he knew wasn’t.

In the end, they tell Spirit that they were hit with an artifact meant for MK, and that they were different for a day. Spirit remembers nothing of it, which is a blessing and a curse, and no one has the strength to explain the truth.

Spirit doesn’t know. That’s for the best.

Things go back to normal, with Spirit helping out in the kitchen. Pigsy finds his movements slower than normal, and he can tell Spirit notices, but they don’t ask anything.

They’re too nervous to ask those questions, now. They would before.

They keep rubbing at their one eye, today, as they help with the cooking.

“You alright?” Pigsy asked.

“Oh!” Spirit jumps a little, dropping their hand with a nervous grin. “Sorry, uh, my eye is a little itchy today. It happens sometimes.”

Their tail loops around their leg.

“It does?” Pigsy turns back to the broth, so Spirit won’t feel so scrutinized.

“Yeah,” Spirit replies. “I, uh, I can still feel the spaces. You know, where the two used to be.”

Pigsy freezes. He glances to the side, and watches Spirit trace the two eyes on their face, quietly. They trace it with pinpoint precision.

“I, uh, I read some stuff on it,” Spirit continues. “It’s kind of like phantom limb pain? My brain knows there’s supposed to be four, but there isn’t, so,” They shrug.

Pigsy is reminded, again, of how four becomes three. How two became one.

He feels vaguely sick.

“Sorry,” Spirit says again.

“I’m sorry. Mom’s gone. She got hurt. She helped me and she got hurt, and she was cold-and-and,”

“Don’t be,” Pigsy waves a hand, and wishes he could take the part of Spirit that thinks they need to say sorry because they are and shake it out of them. “You’ve got nothin’ to apologize for.”

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The One With The Stoned Guy Part Two (Amuse Bouche)

Sorry it took so long! But here is the next part to the Friends Rewrite. I’m just kind of writing when I find time. Enjoy all!!!!!!

Last Part (Part One), Series Masterlist

It was the next morning and the night before was the first night where you actually slept at Bryan’s apartment, you didn’t even go to yours and Ross’s apartment. But no you found yourself walking toward Monica and Rachel’s apartment for early breakfast before everyone went off to work or in your case school and the work. “Good morning,” you cheered with a smile. Everyone in the living room bid you a good morning in return while Joey sat there and stared at you with that same sad dog expression. So Ross must have told him that you never went home. “So, I heard you didn’t make it home last night.” Rachel confirmed your suspicions, but apparently Ross just decided to up and tell everybody.

“Yeah, last night was my first night actually staying there,” you smiled brightly at her when you thought about all of the adventures that you had with Bryan.

“You really like him, don’t you?” Rachel asked as she scrunched up her face and came closer to you to make your conversation a bit more private. You were about to answer her when all of a sudden the apartment door slammed from behind you.

“Can you see my nipples through this shirt?” Your big brother asked after he entered. He made sure to lift up his suit jacket so that all of you could have a good look.

“No,” Rachel answered for him as she carefully looked. “But don’t worry I’m sure they’re still there.” You laughed at her harmless joke.

“Where’re you going Mr. Suity-Man?” Phoebe asked him from her spot in the living room next to Ross.

“Well,” Chandler reached into his inside jacket pocket and pulled out a business card. “I have an appointment to see Dr. Robert Pillman, career counselor a-go-go.” You listened to him as you took a seat on the couch, but realized that you sat too close to Joey like you used to. So you had to awkwardly slide in the opposite direction no matter if it made you a little upset and Joey very. “I added the a-go-go.” Chandler emphasized as all of them ignored the thing that just happened.

“A career counselor?” Rachel asked him, wondering why he was going to see this guy.

“Hey, you guys all know what you want to do.” Chandler whined to you all as he started to get defensive.

“I don’t,” Rachel chimed in.

“Hey, you guys in the living room all know what you want to do. You have goals, you have dreams. I don’t have a dream!” Chandler declared. But no matter how serious he tried to come across as, you all still found it a little funny.

“Ah, the lesser-known “I don’t have a dream,” speech.” Ross called Chandler out on his mistake.

“Y/N/N?” Chandler asked and placed his hand on your shoulder so that you would turn in your seat and look at him. “How did you know you wanted to go to Esthetician school?” He only asked because you had taken such a big leap to follow your dreams even if it made a few other people unhappy.

“I don’t know really. I just never really enjoyed or got into anything that I was learning while I went to college. But I always enjoyed skin and skincare and makeup, so once I actually found a career in it. I just decided to go for it.” You explained. “And even though it was terrifying at first, I know that it was the perfect decision.” Chandler couldn’t find words, he was just so proud and jealous of you. He just wished that he could find something that he was just as passionate about.

“Oh, I love my life! I love my life!” Monica cheered as she had just gotten back from an interview with that restaurant guy. She was beaming from ear to ear and it looked like it hurt.

“Oh, Brian’s Song.” Phoebe guessed, thinking that Monica was quoting a song.

“The meeting with that guy went great?” Rachel asked her after Phoebe’s strange outburst.

“It was so great. He showed me where the restaurant’s going to be. It’s this cute little place on 10th Street; it’s not too big, it’s not too small. It’s just right.” Monica beamed as she shared her experience for her new job opportunity.

“Was it formerly owned by by a blonde woman and some bears?” Chandler joked, when Monica accidentally quoted the famous nursery rhyme.

“So, anyway I’m cooking dinner for him Monday night. You know, kind of like an audition.” Monica continued as she just ignored everything that Chandler just said. “And Phoebe he really wants you to be there,” she explained as she made her way over to the woman in the living room. “Which would be great for me because then you can make oh’s and ah’s and you can make yummy noises.”

“What’re you going to make?” Rachel asked Monica.

“Yummy noises,” Phoebe answered instead, acting like it was obvious.

“And Monica, what are you gonna make?” You asked, changing the question to one that everyone could understand.

“I don’t know. It’s just got to be so great.” Monica answered you as she walked over to her shelf of cookbooks to try and come up with some ideas.

“Oh! I know what you should make.” Phoebe announced as she ran over to join Monica and Rachel in the kitchen. Almost knocking you down in the process as you made your way over to them, as well. “You should make that thing with the stuff.” Phoebe said as she sprinkled imaginary spices into her hand. “You know that...thing.” She just couldn’t think of it. But Phoebe could tell she wasn’t getting through to any of you. “Okay, I don’t know.” She finally gave up.

“Hey, guys. Does anyone know a good date place in the neighborhood?” Ross asked, changing the subject.

“Uh, how about Tony’s?” Joey suggested, and seeing as you used to date him you could see where this was going. “If you can finish a 32 ounce steak, it’s free.” Ross looked up at you for confirmation to see if he ever took you there.

“Yeah, no. That was the date from hell.” You felt bad for saying so, but it was true.

“You said you loved it!” Joey whined.

“Yeah, but we couldn’t finish because no human can, so you got upset and left, sticking me with the cheque.” He treated you like a queen, but you had to call a spade a spade. That date stunk.

“Okay, does anyone know a good place if you’re not dating a puma?” Ross asked again as he joked at Joey’s answer.

“Who are you going out with?” Chandler asked him with a chuckle.

“Oh! Is this the bug lady?” Phoebe asked Ross.

“I love you, Ross.” Rachel joked as she started buzzing like a bug and using her fingers as antennas.

“Her name is Celia. She’s not a bug lady. She’s curator of insects at the museum.” Ross defended.

“So a bug lady?” You asked since Ross was trying to be technical, but he knew that you were messing around.

“So, what’re you guys gonna do?” Monica asked as she flipped through a cookbook at the table.

“I just thought we’d go out to dinner and then bring her back to my place and I’d introduce her to my monkey.” Ross sounded like he was 100% joking but when you looked at him his face was serious.

“And he’s not speaking metaphorically.” Chandler mumbled to himself.

“So, back to your place. You’re thinking maybe, heh-heh?” Joey asked Ross as he implied sex.

“Well, I don’t know heh-heh.” Ross said under his breath to Joey. “I’m hoping heh-heh. So Y/N can you steer clear of the apartment tonight.” You nodded even though you had nowhere to go since Monica had her dinner tonight and you and Joey were broken up. You would have to just go back to Bryan’s, oh well. Too bad.

“I’m telling you-that monkey is a chick magnet. She’s going to take one look at his furry cute little face and it’ll seal the deal.” Joey promised him.

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It was later in the evening, all of you were back at Monica and Rachel’s while Monica tried out some new recipes to have all of you try. Joey, Phoebe, and Rachel sat at the kitchen table. While you and Bryan sat alone in the living room. You really were surprised at how well everyone was getting along with Bryan, including Joey. They weren’t really best friends because clearly Joey still harbored some feelings, but they were able to be in a room together. That was all you could ask for. The both of you sat on the couch talking with Bryan’s arm wrapped around your shoulders. Bryan was about to continue the fire story that he had been meaning to tell you, but he jumped out of his seat when the apartment door slammed shut from an aggressive force. “Oh, my God. What happened to you?” Rachel asked, you kneeled on the sofa to turn and look who had entered. It was Chandler with his shirt unbuttoned slightly and tie loose, with a stack of folders looking he had had a day.

“8 and a half hours of aptitude tests, intelligence tests, personality tests and what do I learn?” Chandler also seemed a little on edge. “You are ideally suited for a career in data processing for a large multinational cooperation.” Chandler read off of the test result that he had gotten.

“That’s so great! Because you already know how to do that!” You cheered him on sarcastically. Bryan chuckling quietly as he looked up at you.

“Can you believe it? Don’t I seem like somebody who should be doing something really cool?” Chandler asked all of you as he paced along the kitchen, half-heartedly waving to Bryan without looking at him. “I just always pictured myself doing something…something.” Chandler frowned down at the floor as he lightly stomped his foot.

“Oh, Chandler, I know.” Rachel got up from her seat and half hugged the man as she patted him on his chest. “I know. Oh, hey! You can see your nipples through this shirt.” But Rachel’s realization did not seem to help Chandler as he turned his head and glared down at the woman.

“Here you go. Maybe this will cheer you up.” Monica tried as she offered Chandler a plate of mini food.

“Ohh, you know I had a grape about five hours ago. So I better split this with you.” He joked again as he tried to push passed his disappointing day.

“It’s supposed to be that small, it’s a pre-appetizer. The French called it an Amuse Bouche.” Monica taught all of you. So Chandler took one for the team and popped one into his mouth, when suddenly he wasn’t as upset at the moment.

“Well, it is amoozing.” Chandler joked even though he couldn’t help but get where Monica was coming from.

“You’re friends are so weird.” Bryan said quietly to you as he deeply chuckled.

“I know,” you beamed. “Isn’t it amazing.” You smiled at him in return and Bryan wrapped an arm around your waist as he pecked a kiss to your forehead.

“Hello?” Monica said as she answered the phone that had started to ring a couple seconds ago. “Oh, hi, Wendy. Yeah 8 o’clock. What did we say, ten dollars an hour? Okay, great. I’ll see you then. Bye.” Monica hung up the quick phone call and you couldn’t help but notice the hurt and surprised look on Rachel’s face.

“Ten dollars an hour for what?” Phoebe asked, before Rachel could jump to conclusions.

“Oh, I asked one of the waitress’s at work to help me out.” You couldn’t help but cringe when Monica didn’t even realize her mistake.

“Waitressing?” Rachel asked in surprise.

“Uh-oh,” Joey sang as he stood up from his chair.

“Of course I thought of you, but...but,” Monica couldn’t even think of an excuse.

“But-but?” Rachel repeated for her, you could tell that she was starting to get a little upset.

“But you see this night had to go perfect, you know.” Monica’s excuse was already flimsy. “And well, Wendy’s more of a...professional waitress.” She really was just digging herself in deeper.

“Oh. I see, and I’ve sort of been maintaining my amature status so that I can waitress in the Olympics.” Rachel joked to hide her hurt.

“You know, I don’t mean to brag, but I waited tables in Innsbruck in ‘76.” You added to try to make the conversation a bit more lighthearted. But Rachel did not find it funny at all when she glared at you, so you shrunk down and hid behind Bryan for protection.

“Amuse Bouche?” Chandler offered Rachel the plate of food to try and diffuse the situation. You were about to kiss Bryan when he leaned in, but a voice made you jump up.

“Hey, Y/N.” Joey’s voice rang out.

“Yeah?” You asked, wondering what could be so important that he was interrupting your moment with Bryan.

“We’re still on for hanging out, right?” He asked, you just furrowed your eyebrows at him. What game was he trying to play at?

“Um, yeah. Sorry must have forgotten,” you tried to play it off. But even you knew that your face just read surprise.

“Great, see you then,” Joey smiled. So then you tried to play it off with a smile, but you were breaking when you felt Bryan look at you with slight confusion.

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liquid-luck-00 · 4 years

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Wayne Gala/Father-Daghter Dance

Bio!Dad Bruce

Day 14: Wayne Gala and Day 16: Father-Daughter Dance

Ao3 ~~~ First ~~~ Previous ~~~ Next

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Knock, knock.

"Come in" Mari called, taking a shaky breath smoothing out her gown.

She was wearing a blush straight flowing skirt. The top was a 3/4 sleeve that was covered in silver lace and stones. Her hair was in loose waves falling over her shoulders. It was held back only by a twisted braids forming a crown around her head.

"Nervous?"

"Maybe a little" she laughed turning to face her dad.

He was wearing a simple fitted black suit with golden cuff links. His tie was a soft gold with hints of a caramel brown.

"We don't have to present you if that's what is worrying you" he wore a slight frown and worry laced his voice.

She gave him a smile "That's not it. It's just... I've never done an event like this"

"Oh. Well that is an easy fix"

"How?" she tilted her head.

"It is a masquerade, after all" he had picked up her mask and set it in place on her. It was silver form to look like a swan on her right eye and it’s head resting on her temple while the other one is beautiful filigree. There were gems on it which were all A pale rose color, this one shifted from its tail to its head silver to light blush and its beak.

"Oh" she giggled.

"Besides I won't be to far and neither will Selina." she began to smile. "Your brothers may end up not letting you out of their sights" she chuckled at this. "Besides I doubt Jon will leave your side."

"Dad!" she blushed furiously and he gave her a smirk.

"See nothing to worry about. We are all here for you." he kissed her forehead and lead her into the ballroom.

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"Okay Dick. Spill" Jason sighed already done with the night. As he walked up to his brother who was watching the entrance.

He was in a charcoal suit with a crimson shirt and black tie. He was wearing a black and silver and white rabbit half mask covered with small swirls.

"Spill what Jay" Dick answered still smiling like the cheshire cat.

Dick was in a midnight blue fitted velvet suit accented with silver that matched his tie and a Bluejay sculpted it half mask.

"You look like the cat that ate the canary and if that's not guilty enough you keep scanning the room looking for something or someone."

"I'm not" he didn't finish that sentence.

"You are and unless you don't want to see this night through you'll talk."

"Okay, okay" he conceded. "You know how I spoke about getting Mari a date for tonight"

"Yeah... Shit Dick you didn't" great now I have to fix this, maybe the replacement and demon spawn will help keep this idiot's plan from succeeding.

"Two actually" Dick was now grinning like an idiot.

"And how sure are you that either will be right for our sister?"

"Well she did give me the names herself."

Okay not what he expected. "How?"

"She mentioned she had a crush on each of them. So I contacted them and they both agreed. Funnily though they were both on the guest list already" Dick began to ramble.

"Dick" Jason called getting his brother's focus again. "You said had. What were her words and think carefully."

"It was something about 'what a mess she was around them' I think. Why?"

"Was that's past tense" he nearly face palmed.

"Ya so?"

"Past crushes not her current" he holds Dick by his shoulders nearly shaking him.

"What's your point. Oh. Oh. I messed up" Dick finally seemed to realize.

"Ya you did, now let's see if we can fix this. What are their names?"

"Luka Couffaine and Adrien Agreste"

"Let's get the other two and try and fix your meddling if we ever want our sister to speak with us again." Dick nodded and the two of them went to find the demon spawn and replacement.

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Jon found Mari not long after he had entered the ballroom. He was in a simple royal blue suit with a light gray shirt and silver bow-tie. His had on a domino mask which was a royal blue and mimicked a starry night sky, accented with silver clock gears, emphasizing his electric blue eyes.

"You look amazing Sunbeam" she gave him a smile.

"Thank you, but I've got to say you look great too." and he returned the smile.

"Would like to dance?" she giggled and was about to take his arm when someone called out.

"Marinette" he looked towards the voice and saw a blonde in a black suit and tie with a green shirt. His mask was a dark evergreen almost black and resembled a cat with ears and golden painted markings.

"Well look what the cat dragged in." Mari mocked and hugged the boy.

"I haven't been dragged anywhere." he put on an expression of mock hurt, reminding him of Dick, "Besides if I was dragged in this suit I would be avoiding you" she laughed at that. "You must be Mari's date, name's Adrien" he extended his hand towards him.

"Jon" and they shook hands.

"Just a warning. If you hurt her, even Batman will never find the body" he switched to a serious tone, but sounded more like a joke of a threat.

"Adrien" Mari hit his arm. "he is harmless to everyone but himself."

"Hey" Adrien pouted. "Let's just find Luka so we can start messing with your brothers" he grumbled.

"I hope you know what your getting yourself into right? Because I for one do not want to be on the wrong side of any of them" Jon warned.

"Trust me. After this Dick will never meddle in my love life again." Mari deadpanned a hard edge in her eyes as she explained their plan as they searched the room for the other player in this game while avoiding the bat boys.

"There he is" Adrien announced a few minutes later. "Looks like he's with Jagged that might be a problem.." Adrien frowned, the other boy had black hair with the tips dyed teal. the was in a black suit with a smoky actual shirt and gold tie. His mask was a white cat the left eye left in a dark blue and the left eye had a dark blue lightning bolt outlined in a hot pink with an electric blue unicorn horn.

"Leave Jagged to me" Sunbeam answered confidently.

"Tim is heading towards him." he added "Wait how are you going to handle Jagged" her smirk was the only response he got.

"The question we should be asking is how is she going to shake her brother and get away from Jagged?"

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"Hello Luka" she stated plainly as she met the small group. "Hey Jagged, Penny"

"Marinette it's Rock'in to see ya" Jagged scooped her up in a hug. While Penny gave her a smile and pat her head. Jagged was in an electric purple blazer with white slacks, and a black shirt. He had a bronze untied tie and his mask was inspired by Fang in the same bronze as his tie. Penny's dress was an off the shoulder gown fading from white to purple to black at the train. The purple and black was lifted with bronze stars. Her mask was a fade between white and purple but it was completely made with glitter.

"Mari! Finally I found you" Tim had finally made it to their group. He was in a black suit and a light gold shirt with a red bowtie. He wore a golden half mask resembling a dragon with twisted horns. Jagged's arm was still over her shoulder. "And who is this?"

"Oh sorry, introductions" she clapped her hands.

"Melody would you like me to introduce us?" Luka offered.

"No its fine... This is Tim one of my older brothers" she smiled. "Tim this is Luka Couffaine, Penny Rolling, and this is Jagged Stone ” she finished.

"Mari if Jagged is your Uncle, Dad I think that means you have a nephew now" Luka added with a small smile in his eyes.

"Blimey you’re right" Jagged let Mari go and hugged Tim not letting him get in a word. "Any other sibling I need to meet Marinette?"

"Plenty" she laughed "But you should know Tim here is a big fan." she grinned. After that statement the Rocker seemed to make it his mission to get to know Tim. While Tim seemed to starstruck to answer, that and Jagged didn’t give him an6 time to answer.

"I think Jagged broke your brother" Penny stated with a chuckle.

"Don't worry he'll be back to normal soon" she laughed "Do you mind if I steal Luka away?"

"Of course, You do have your phone?" Luka nodded at her question and they walked towards Adrien and Jon.

"Jagged is going to keep your brother busy a longtime, Melody"

"So, Tim is taken care of. Whose next Mari?" Jon asked her.

"Hm, Who would feel played if he helped us mess with the others then flipped it on them?" she smirked.

"Damian" Jon answered confused.

"Wait we are recruiting your brother to mess with your brothers" Adrien asked, she nodded her head, "Mari you're more chaotic than the black cat himself."

"He'd be so proud, so lets find Damian"

"That shouldn't be to hard" Jon responded pointing behind him, "he's heading this way."

Sure enough Damian was stalking towards their little group. He was in a dark emerald suit with a black shirt and gold bow-tie. He wore a black kitsune fox mask with gold in the ears and dark green markings.

"Tt there you are Dick and Jason have been looking for you."

"Really what a coincidence so were we"

"Let's go" he turned around took a step before turning back around "Why?"

"Let me guess Dick figured out he isn't a good Cupid and now he is trying to fix his mess?"

"Yes. Your point"

"You know these two are some of my best friends, so they told me and we decided to prank them a bit tonight, we even got Jon to help"

"Perhaps I may assist as well" she couldn't see it but she knew her brother was wearing his trademark smirk under that mask. She nodded her head. "Okay so how are we going to handle those three."

"Two" Adrien corrected.

"Who did you deal with?"

"Tim" Jon answered this time.

"How?"

"Jagged" She piped in.

"Is he in this plan?"

"No that was all Mari" Luka replied. "But you might want to steer clear of my Dad for a while." Damian nodded his understanding.

"Best that we deal with Jason next then" he planned.

"Or we can get two birds with one stone" Adrien grinned. Everyone stared at at him in shocked silence.

"Care to explain Adrien" Luka finally broke the quiet.

"A game of monkey." he answered which seemed to confuse everyone. "We tell them the name of someone in the group and then only that person is seen."

"That will drive them insane" Damian commented "Let's do it"

That was exactly what they did. Dick and Jason seemed to always be five steps behind. By the time they spotted her and made their way to her she was gone.

At one point they decided to split up but then she didn't appear for an hour. Once they regrouped the game of cat and mouse continued.

By 11:30pm they had been at this for almost 4 hours and her brothers went up to the baloney but instead of watching the floor they were sitting upstairs. This is what she took as the cue to end their game of monkey.

"Hey you two. I heard you were looking for me." she smiled as she approached.

"Mari we've been look for you for hours." Dick called

"Wasn't the Demon with you at one point or another" Jason asked tired.

"I was" Damian responded next to him.

"Why didn't you bring her over then?" Dick asked their younger brother.

"Because it wouldn't have been half as annoying for you without him." Jon appearing and answering from between her and Dick.

"What do you mean? Was this just a game to keep us running around?" Jason seemed to be catching on.

"I've got to say it went better than planned" Adrien proudly stated as he made his appearance.

"Was Tim in on it?" Dick asked resigned.

"No Jagged got to him before we began, this game of monkey" Luka grinned from his spot on the railing watch those below.

"Jagged as in Jagged stone!" now Jason was at the railing looking for his brother and the Rockstar.

"We should probably rescue him now, huh?" Mari asked aloud.

"We should" Damian answered her "Father wants as all on the stage after the New Year count."

"I'll go get him" Mari offered.

"No I'll go" Dick responded. "Tim is only there because I set him to find you." he finished.

"Yes he is, but I'm the only one who is able to get in a word with Jagged" she countered walking away.

She was able to get Tim easily and the two made their way towards the others. By then Tim seemed to normalize a bit, he was a complete zombie after Jagged, that once they reached the others he finally spoke.

"When were you going to tell us Jagged Stone was your UNCLE!" he finished in a soft shout. At that her brother began questioning her but she had placed her face in her hands and shook her head.

"Jagged is my honorary Uncle" she sighed. "Besides dealing with all of you took up so much of the night that I need to find my date and apologize" she huffed. Jon 'mysteriously' vanished during the exchange.

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"Wait if Mari had a date why did she leave, which one of you was it?" Drake was giving Agreste and Couffaine a stare.

However the two in question began to laugh. My three older brothers shared a look and explained what had occurred this evening.

"So who is this date she went to find?" Drake finally asked a relevant question.

"I have no clue" Grayson answered and again Couffaine and Agreste were laughing.

"Okay I get why you three wouldn't guess" Agreste pointed at Grayson, Todd, and Drake "But you've been with us, how could you not tell." Agreste was grinning.

That was when the pieces fell, Kent, he practically ran through the hall his brothers not far behind. The count down had started.

They still hadn't found those two.

He spotted his sister and best friend not far from his father and the stage.

They were about to reach them.

Kent pulled his sister in close.

She raised up on her toes.

They were right next to them.

They kissed and a flash was seen over his shoulder, Grayson must have taken a photo. They pulled away and then seemed to notice them.

"How long?" Damian asked his sister.

"How long we've been dating or how long it took for you to figure out you were played?" she asked him removing her mask.

"The moment I offered to help I was played, I realize that" he answered begrudgingly.

"So how long have you been dating" Grayson asked impatiently. A smile clear on his face and amusement in his unmasked eyes.

"Not long" his father answered as he made his way towards them. "It's been about a week. Besides it's time Mini."

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Standing on the stage was Damian next to Dick who was on my right. On my left was Selina, they Jason and finally Tim.

"Hello everyone" he began to gain everyone's

attention. "As this is a new year and new beginning I would be honored to introduce as well as reveal to you all the very talented designer MDC" Marinette walked on the stage from the right.

"Hello I am Marinette of Marinette's Designs and Creations" she smiled and spoke confidently. There was a series of polite applause and when it ended I spoke again. "I am also pleased to announce that Marinette is also my daughter." That arose some questions from the reporters in the room.

But it was Lois whose question caused the room to fall silent.

"Is she another adoptive child or biological" she asked, already knowing the answer.

"She is my child biologically, she is also the youngest of all my children. He smiled and that seemed to placate most of them.

As he and his family walked off the stage Lois and Clark were waiting with Jon.

"Mari anything you want to say?" Lois questioned her.

"Um" she looked confused and Lois gave a small laugh before showing her, her phone. It was a photo of her and Jan sharing the Midnight kiss. Mari turned bright red and as he looked at Jon who matched her blush.

"I get the first interview” she smiled as she hugged Mini.

"Okay" she smiled and returned the hug.

"Care for a dance Mini?" he asked hoping to keep the mood light. She nodded and made their way to the dance floor.

They danced together for about four songs before Jon took her and they began to dance instead.

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extremelyblackandwhite · 3 years

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heiress - 3

pairing: bucky barnes x oc!reader

a/n: this is part three of a four part series based on a song lyrics sent to me by an amazing anon with a reader based on my favourite oc brought to you by me listening to turning page from sleeping at last so i decided to add a quote. hope you enjoy xx

“letters strewn across your bedroom floor. such beautiful words but you can’t remember who they’re for“

“if i had only felt the warmth within your touch. if i had only seen how you smile when you blush or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough i would have known what i was living for all along”

previous chapter

She entered her past as she stepped into the right wing room. She remembered this room, she remembered it way to well from the shelves on the walls and the book cabinets to the burning smell it still somehow held even after all these years. Her eyes gazed from side to side until they turned purple and ghosts of her memories started to take form. Her eyes widened as she stepped back, trying to run away from the room until two hands grabbed her arms into place forcing her towards the chair where he was, long hair hitting his jaw, strapped like a wild animal. She struggled against the two men, trying to free herself from their hold, yet it didn’t budge, they kept holding her into place as if she was being punished.

- Wipe him again. - one of the men in a lab coat said in a thick Russian accent as the chair lowered down towards an electric head lock. His screams inundated her mind like daggers. Her breath quickened as she started to move her arms to try and get freed for them, to try and help them.

- STOP! PLEASE! - she yelled out, begged as she continued to try and free herself from the two men holding her arms until she fell on her knees. An agony filled scream passed through her lips, overpowering his own screams as a wave of white glow expanded from her to the corners of the room.

- Y/N! - her head was tucked into her legs as someone held her shoulders. Her breathe came out into fast, short paced puffs as he lifted her head to see Bucky standing in front of her holding her arms. What scared her wasn’t him but what surrounded her as she looked around to see everything that laid across the room was gone, the walls itself interrupting from being walls into being made of white glow, her eyes completely white.

- Get away from me. - she pushed away from Bucky, unsure of what she had done, unsure of what she had seen. - I don’t wanna hurt you, I don’t wanna hurt you again.

- Look at me. - he ignored her pushing him away, walking up to her again and lowering himself down to her level. His blue eyes met her completely white ones as he wondered what to do. He didn’t know what to do. - Breathe, okay?

- Okay. - she felt the air enter and exit her lungs slowly as she stared into his blue eyes, so calm.

- GET AWAY FROM HER! - a red glow pushed him away from Y/N to reveal Wanda and Sam who had come to her rescue the moment they heard her scream. She rushed from the door to her friend, holding her hands in hers while Sam went to check on Bucky. - What’s wrong? What did he do? I can’t read his mind.

- He didn’t do anything. I ... I lost control. - Y/N looked down at her hands and at the room which was slowly returning to its normality, with the objects slowly returning. - I don’t know what happened. I walked in and ... it just exploded.

- Guys, we found it. - Monica spoke over the intercom. Y/N’s eyes lingered over to where Wanda had effortlessly thrown Bucky too, an apologetic look, yet she couldn’t understand his look. It was curious almost too curious as if he was looking for clues in her face. Wanda protectively draped her arm over her back, pushing her away from the room which was still haunted by a white-like glow.

She knew that memory, the one she had been stuck in. It was a much too familiar memory of several times she had been punished by watching them ... by watching them hurt him. Madame B was many things but she was a smart woman, a smart woman who carefully plucked out every fear her girls had and used them against them if any stepped the line. Bucky had been one fear too easy to spot, having seen Y/N step up to a guard who had harmed him even after the much taller man had thrown her to a ground. It was a haunted memory for her. - they would always hold her and make her watch as they hurt him. She still remembered his screaming, blood curdling, pain filled screams. Seeing it again, being in that room and have him come to her was just too much.

Yelena and the rest of the team had been left in the dark about everything that had happened. It was best that way; she did not need more people worrying about things she should’ve already figured out. However, Agatha was right and that she knew. Whatever the soul stone had given her was easily uncontrollable if she was in a messy state. If someone had answers it had to be Agatha yet she had learned that dealing with her was a monkey’s paw.

Bucky on the other hand couldn’t stop looking at her. The more he did, the less foggy the memories became from the very time he had seen her to the last time he did. All he could fixate however was on a broken promise he had made her the last time he had seen her. I will find you, I promise. Such pretty words, such a beautiful promise, almost worthy of being in a poem but the truth is, he hadn’t been looking for her. He had memories of her in patches, memories of what he had felt for her and now she was there. He wondered if she remembered him, if she knew who he was. If she remembered ... maybe she didn’t. After all HYDRA and the Red Room had a particular talent at destroying memories with a swift ability. He watched as she listened to Monica explain what they had found and what not, her hair escaping the grip of her ponytail held up by a red piece of fabric tied in a small bow.

- Promise me you’ll remember I love you. - his own ghost voice melodised into his hearing along with the sound of rain against window panes. It wasn’t raining and he wasn’t speaking. - Because they’ll make me forget and you have to remember. You have to remember so you can remind me.

- You won’t forget it. - he could hear her voice as he looked at her but Y/N wasn’t even looking at him. He wondered when she had told him that, he wondered if he had reassured her, he wondered if she remembered when he had told him that. There was so much he still didn’t know but it came in waves, it came in waves explaining what it was. Wanda, however, was staring at him, head slightly cocked to the side in a menacing manner. He looked at the Sokovian woman, trying to read her but he couldn’t. Her mood was a simple as someone keeping her eye on him.

The small plane landed just outside the hex; Yelena jumping from the harbour onto the wilderness the first, followed by Alexei and Monica who were excited enough to study the new notebook but Y/N lingered behind. Flashes of what had just happened rushing through her mind as she stared at the blank wall of the small plane and then back to her hands which were trembling.

- Matter manipulation is messy, isn’t it, dear? - a voice shook her from her own mind. Looking around there was no one but her. She put her hand over her holster, ready to shoot at nowhere.

- What are you doing? - she turned around to see Wanda approaching the jet, having broken apart from the group to check on Y/N. - We need to talk. It’s about Bucky.

- What about Bucky? - she climbed out of the jet to met Wanda.

- I can’t read him anymore. - she sighed. - Did you maybe by accident expanded your “shield” to him too?

- This is not Twilight, Wanda. I cannot expand whatever it is I have.

- Well, I don’t trust him. - she shrugged. - What happened in the Red Room?

- Oh, it was nothing. - she lied, it was something but she did not want to worry Wanda. She didn’t want to worry anyone, she just wanted to get into the hex and go to sleep and that’s just what she did.

She forwent the meeting, last thing she needed was to hear about the Winter Soldier. If there was someone who knew more about the Winter Soldier than the person himself was her and that knowledge was tainted with memories that she wished to relieve yet forget. Laying against her bed she starred at the white ceiling of her bedroom, raising her fingers to play around with the white mist that surrounded them at her will. Element manipulation, that’s what she did. That’s what her file said, that’s what SWORD told her yet element manipulation wouldn’t have made a full room’s objects disappear. Whatever it was, whatever HYDRA and her father had put in her she didn’t know. She always seemed to be the last to know of things that concerned her. Bringing her hand down, she rolled in bed to lay on her side, watching her door with sleepy eyes, hoping she could go to sleep. Of course the universe had different plans as once she felt herself waver between to conscious and unconscious world, she heard a knock against her door. Groaning, she got up from the warmth of her bed and padded towards the door, opening it to slightly to see Bucky standing there.

- Sergeant Barnes, everything okay? - she leaned against the side of her door, staring him up and down.

- Yes, I just wanted to give back the letters Monica Rambeau gave to me. I assume you and your team will be able to decode them better than me ... I guess. - he handed her the stack of letters worn out by time and his own hands. Her eyes moved up from the letters to his eyes, looking for any type of game he could be playing with her. - I guess with you being Pierce’s daughter and all ... maybe he commented with you.

- Ah ... - she forced a smile upon her lips as she took the letters. - You know, I haven’t spoken with my father since I was 10.

- I didn’t me ...

- He didn’t really try to reach out to me either. - she interrupted him. - The only person he has reached out while in prison has been Fury. I don’t even think he would know what I look like.

- I didn’t mean to offend you.

- You didn’t. - she sighed, hand pushing her own hair back. - I wish I could apologise better for what he did to you but I really wouldn’t know how I’d do it.

- I wouldn’t want you to apologise.

- You don’t even know how many apologies I actually owe you. - she looked down to her feet before looking at him. - ... because of my father, I mean.

- Well... if anything there helps. - he put his hands on his pockets. - Or if you know who they’re for ... let me know.

She stood against her door as he left right after that sentence, watching him disappear in the long hallway probably to return to his bedroom. It didn’t really matter, really, she told herself. Yet part of her knew Bucky was much more observant than she could ever be so if there was nothing she could find in those letters. Nevertheless, the most curious side of her nature only wanted to know what is, so she did. She sat down in her bed and grabbed the first letter, pushing it from the envelope onto the comforter. She recognised his handwriting, a bit more messy, probably rushed in ran out ink. He probably had stole one of the sign in sheets old pens which barely worked.

Y/N faltered, refusing to focus on his writing, on his words to her. She knew they were dated after she had ran away from the Red Room and she didn’t want to read his words to her after she had abandoned him. It was too much yet the more her eyes read the date, the more courage she got. Might as well get her heart broken and move on with her life.

Dear Daisy,

today I remembered you and it is probably silly to be writing it down mostly because I don’t expect you to ever read it but if I write it down at least I can remember you again if they make me forget. I remembered the first time I ever saw you yet mentioning it now feels weird as I don’t even know if you knew I had seen you. You had a black bodysuit I am almost certain and black ballerina shoes dancing up to some monotonous music with your hair pushed back with some old red fabric in a small bow. It just came to me staring at that piano myself, maybe as long as that piano exists I won’t forget you yet I don’t know if it will hurt less to remember you or to forget you. All I know is, the moment they send me out I will find you. I promise I will find you.

Well, the two of them were good at broken promises, she thought to herself. Maybe he had reminded himself to find her and chose not to after assessing her actions, maybe he didn’t even remember she existed or what her voice was. She hoped the later was true. She wouldn’t know what to say, what to do if he remembered her. Years ago she used to picture it in her naive mind; running to him, hugging and kissing like in a picture perfect rom com. Now she just wouldn’t know what to say other than beg on her knees for his forgiveness. Not that she deserved it. At least she had that in common with her father, both owed James Barnes an apology which could never be accepted.

Y/N shoved whatever was left of those letters under her bed, hoping to bury them in the same place she buried all her worries. What use was going back to the past? It hadn’t been kind to her then, it wouldn’t be kind now so there was really no use in dwelling in what could’ve been. In what she could’ve been. Childish whims. She let her thoughts simmer, lull her into sleep until she was back into that place, that room which had made her into what she was now. She looked down, dressed in the issued black shirt and leggings, small gun in hand. She looked to the side, Madam B. standing near her in her impecable blue suit with a wood board under her arm.

- It’s just this one and you are gonna win. - she gave her a smile but it wasn’t warm, it was cold, too cold. - Just shot the target, darling.

- What if I fail? - she looked at the person tied to the chair, bag over the head.

- You can’t fail. - the assistant pulled the bag from over the target to reveal Bucky. She took a step behind, faltering as her grip loosened over the gun she was holding. - Shoot him.

- I can’t.

- Shoot him.

- I can’t ... I won’t.

- Fine, then I’ll do it. - she grabbed the gun from her and rose it up to Bucky’s head. She tried to run, to try and put herself in front of her but she was stuck, she was stuck ... and then bang.

She rose from her bed in terror, sweating, breathes coming in and out as fast as they could as she looked around to see the walls of her bedroom. She was safe, she was safe, she was not there. He was safe. Looking down at her hands, the shivering had become and this time it bothered her. She looked weak, frail ... just like her father had described her before, like SWORD and HYDRA described her. Y/N jumped off her bed, running away from her bed to try and find the bathroom or the kitchen ... somewhere she could wash her shivering hands, somewhere she could drown her face in cold water just somewhere. She rushed through the kitchen doors and to the sink, turning on the water before putting her hands under the running water.

- Y/N? Are you okay? - she had rushed so fast into the kitchen she hadn’t even noticed someone else was already there. She turned her head from the sink to look at Bucky but what she saw made her put her hand in front her mouth. He was there, long hair ... with a wound shot on his forehead. She turned her head back to sink, watching her reflection in the sink, her eyes glowing white. - Y/N?

She looked over her should back to him, that look ... what he looked like was gone. He had short hair, healthy skin, no wounds but she had seen it, she had seen it. Bucky noticed the discomfort in her face, taking a step back once he noticed his arm was on full display along with its scars. Sometimes he forgot about how he looked, about how he could freak people out.

- Sergeant Barnes, I’m so sorry ... I didn’t mean to scare you.

- Are you okay? - he wanted to reach out to her, be comforting but he barely looked like a comforting man. - You look shaken up.

- Yeah, I just ... bad dream really. Quite childish.

- It’s not childish. I get them all my time, my therapist say it’s normal.

- I have no reason to have them. - she leaned against the counter. - Why are you here? Midnight snack?

- Just had to think about some stuff and Sam snores. - he joked around, smiling once he saw her lip curl slightly upwards. - I have a question for you. You read those letters, right?

- One of them. Why?

- Do you think she might have loved me?

- Pardon?

- I will reword it. Did you love me?

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deathlikesdeep-dish · 3 years

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Hi! Congrats on having 100 followers! I really like your works😗 can I request for prompt number 2 (SFW)with Law. Thank youuuuu so much!

Hi Anon!

So sorry this took so long, but I hope it was worth the wait!!

Prompt 2: “In case we don’t make it back...” (Law x Reader) SFW

Word Count: 3k

Synopsis: in the weeks leading up to the events at dressrosa, you find yourself falling for the brooding heart pirates captain. the odds aren’t good. so, in case you don’t make it back...

warnings: language, a little angst, some fluff

Dressrosa is a hellscape. But only you seem to know it. Everyone around you seems to be content with the facade that has been created--no one ever asks questions, everyone is always smiling. But you know better. You know just how dark the underbelly of this place really is. Everyone seemed to love the Donquixote family--adored them, in fact. From the saccharine persona of Sugar, to the repulsive Trebol, all the way up to the pink bastard himself, Doflamingo--everyone cherished them. The protection that a warlord could provide a country couldn’t be discounted to them, though many of the citizens of Dressrosa had given their sentient lives for it. But you hoped that one day, the people of Dressrosa would see that though their god wore bright clothing, his soul was nothing but darkness.

Two Weeks Prior

You’d known of the Strawhat pirates for a while now, keeping track of their movements. Their captain is reckless, but determined to take down Doflamingo, which worked in your favor, certainly. The news of their alliance with warlord colleague, Trafalgar Law was, you admit, a surprise. But you’d been intrigued by the inked captain, so you decided to take advantage of the opportunity and introduce yourself.

He and the Strawhat captain, Monkey D. Luffy, seemed to be in an argument when you first saw him at the docks. Well, a more apt description might be that Law was arguing with Luffy, who seemed very unconcerned with his ally’s thoughts.

You walk closer, not wanting to alert them to your presence quite yet. As you approach, you hear what they’re arguing about.

“Will you just listen to me, idiot?” Law gritted through his teeth. “This plan is insane, it is not going to work.”

“Lighten up, Tra-guy,” Luffy replied easily, grinning as he slapped a hand on Law’s shoulder.

He shoved Luffy’s hand off with a huff. “Lighten up?” You took a step closer. “Lighten up?” He asked again, his voice increasing in volume. “Do you little shits have any idea who this guy is? He’s a warlord.” He paused, a sad, distant look on his face,

“He’s right,” You said, finally within earshot of the two pirates. Their heads snapped to you, alarmed at the interruption.

“Who the hell are you?” Law said, narrowing his eyes. His body followed the direction of his head, and he now faced you squarely. Now fully upright, you could see just how tall he was, standing nearly two heads above his pirate ally. Your eyes were drawn to his striking features--dark eyes, dark hair, dark whorls of ink on his exposed skin. You were particularly drawn to his hands. Long fingers stained with black tattoos, the fingers you knew were capable of bringing a person to their knees with just a simple gesture. Room.

You knew he was handsome from his wanted poster, but damn, it did not fully capture the brooding magnetism that you saw in front of you right now.

“I’m y/n,” You finally replied, closing the gap between you and the pair. “I live here, in Dressrosa.”

Luffy began to talk, but Law clapped his hand over Luffy’s mouth, silencing him. “Shut up,” Law said with a clenched jaw. Luffy grumbled, trying to rip Law’s hand away.

You dropped your weapon in a show of good faith.. “Just hear me out. Please.” You needed to convince Law (Luffy didn’t seem like he needed much convincing) that you were on their side. Any side that was equally interested in annihilating the Don Quixote family.

Law looked at you suspiciously, and signaled for you to continue talking. You explained everything to them. You explained how you’d come here to Dressrosa after escaping capture. You’d made a life for yourself, selling your wares at the market in town. Seeing walking toys was jarring, to say the least, but what was even more jarring was the fact that no one seemed to be asking any questions about it. In fact, the citizens of Dressrosa seemed to be downright chirpy. It made your skin crawl. And Doflamingo was too revered, despite his seedy grin and disreputable demeanor.

So you did some digging, you told them. And you’d inadvertently discovered the awful secret of the country. It all made sense, and it made you despise the oligarchy even more. There were a few that were a part of the underground rebellion, to whom you swore your allegiance. When you found out that Trafalgar Law had potential plans to overthrow the man who once enslaved him, you were practically writhing with vigor and excitement at the prospect.

The captains listened closely, not interrupting once. Even the rambunctious Strawhat was rapt with attention. When you finally finished your tale, you leaned against the rocky cliff face at the mouth of the dock, waiting for a reaction.

After a few moments of silence, you spoke again, hoping that with these next words, your trust would be earned. “I’m sorry about Corazon. I didn’t know him personally, but I’ve heard him discussed. It seems like he was a great man.”

Law’s face went pale at the sound of his friend’s name, and Luffy looked over to him with a puzzled look. But even Luffy could tell that this was not something to ask about right now. He’d never seen Law look like this before.

He was silent for a long few minutes, and you began to regret your decision. Maybe mentioning Corazon wasn’t the right move. Damn it, damn it, damn it. You needed their trust. Their help. The very lives of the people in this country depended on garnering this rapport.

“Look, I’m sorry. I should have mention--” You were cut off.

“The rebellion,” Law interrupted. “You have strong fighters?”

Your heart leapt. Maybe this was actually going to work. “Yes, but we need more. Diamante has been on our ass for a few months, so we have a hard time maintaining our numbers.”

You could see that he was considering, and after another second he said, “Take us to your base.”

That was two weeks ago.

The plan was made, the date set. Tomorrow, you would join Law, Usopp and Robin in their journey to Green Bit. Aboard the Sunny, one would not think a deadly battle was looming over the pirates’ heads. You’d learned so much about the crew over the past few weeks, and it filled you with such a hope that you’d long denied yourself.

The Strawhats are fearless, confident. So much so, that despite Law’s ever gloomy pessimism, you cannot find it within you to worry. For the first time since arriving in that dreadful place, you feel at home. You take a deep, cleansing breath in, and exhale fully. Luffy, Chopper and Usopp are restless waiting for the food that Sanji is preparing in the kitchen, jamming their chopsticks childishly into their own noses or ears. Nami smacks Luffy across the back of the head with an annoyed look, and Robin reads quietly to herself. Zoro leans against the side of the ship, a disgruntled look on his face and a bottle of sake in his hand. To Zoro’s right, there’s Caesar scowling petulantly, still confined by his sea prism stone handcuffs. Franky is waiting for dinner below deck, refueling the ship with cola from the last Coup de Burst, while Brook blankets the whole evening with tinkling violin music.

The only one missing, you notice looking around, is Law. Standing up from your spot, you approach Zoro and snatch the sake out of his hand abruptly and take a swig. Rather than giving it back, you keep it with you, walking away too quickly for Zoro to object (though you can hear him grumbling irritatedly from behind you, before he calls for another bottle).

You climb the steps to the helm, and notice him alone at the stern of the ship, leaning over the banister. He doesn’t notice you at first, allowing you an extra few silent moments to stare at him from behind. It’s an usually warm evening, so he isn’t wearing his heavy cloak, opting for black long-sleeved t-shirt, which he has cuffed up to his elbows. With his forearms exposed, you can see how his tattoos wind around the sinews there, seeming to underline toned bands of muscle under the skin. Your eyes rove his back, which is visible through the fitted black shirt. His broad shoulders narrow to a thin waist, and he stretches his arms above his head, exposing a sliver of skin from his lower back.

You’d been so occupied by the sight of his body, you almost didn’t notice another striking difference in his appearance. Normally covered by his ridiculous mushroom hat, his shaggy hair is exposed and rustling in the salty breeze. He reaches a hand up to run through his hair, pausing to grip the hair at the back of his neck roughly, as if he was frustrated. You find yourself wondering if his hair is as soft as it looks under the light of the moon and the stars. You feel a coil tighten ever-so-slightly within your core, but you approach anyway.

“Don’t you want dinner?” You call, making sure you gave him plenty of time and space before you closed the gap between you completely. He stiffens momentarily, but relaxes as he hears your voice again. “Sanji should be almost done.”

He cranes his head over this shoulder toward you, but makes no effort to turn his body with it before turning his head back face forward, looking out onto the vast ocean. You stand next to him, leaning your elbows on the banisters as he was doing beside you. You offer the bottle of sake to him wordlessly. He takes it, drinking from it for a moment before handing it back to you.

Though he does not indicate it, he appreciates your silence in moments like these. He never feels pressured to talk around you, to present fake niceties or meaningless chatter. He also, much to his horror, has found that he appreciates your company in and of itself. Your presence simultaneously calms and arouses his nervous system. He doesn’t understand it, but being the man of science that he is, he plans to observe and collect data. For research purposes, he tells himself. Only research purposes.

“Not really hungry,” He replies, giving you a sidelong glance as you hang on the railing beside him.

“C’mon, Law, what’s it been? Like three days since you last ate with us?” You jab him in the side in a way that you hope comes off as playful, though you really are becoming increasingly concerned with his disengagement.

He shrugs, neither in confirmation or denial. Over the time you’d spend together, you found yourself growing more and more attached to him daily. You found that you always wanted to have eyes on him, and were viscerally uncomfortable when he wasn’t around. Law, too, had become accustomed to some uneasiness with your absence, or his from you. He had no frame of reference for this feeling, and it scared him. But he wanted to understand it, needed to understand it.

“You’re starting to worry me a bit,” You say, breaking him from his thoughts. You do your best to keep it lighthearted, but as he flinches a bit at the words, you realize that you have not been very lighthearted at all.

Law hates that he cares about you, what you think of him. Even worse, he hates that you care about him. He knows from the way you look at him, recognizing your look of longing in his own eyes whenever he dared to look at himself in a mirror. But caring about him has only meant death for the people he’d cared about before. An image of Corazon’s bloodied body flashes through your mind and he cringes again. He casts his eyes downward and presses his mouth into a thin, tight line.

“Hey,” You say softly. It breaks your heart to see him like this. You want him to feel better. You want to be the one that makes him feel better. You’re warm and brave from the alcohol you’ve consumed and you place a hand gently on his forearm. Recoiling from your touch, he inhales sharply. But you don’t remove your hand.

“Hey,” You say again even more quietly, afraid that even a decibel too loud will scare the fragile husk away from you. “It’s going to be okay. Tomorrow, that is. We have a solid plan.”

Law finally dares to look at you. Like that first day that you met, his eyes are filled with dejection. He wants very badly to believe your words. Coming out of your mouth, they sound so sweet. Coming out of your mouth, he almost allows himself to yearn. To yearn for a way to change the past, but also to yearn for a new, and brighter future.

“I’ve lost everyone I’ve cared about.” Law replies. “They’re all either dead, or so far from here that they may as well be, considering the fact that I will likely never see them again.”

His voice drops to a whisper. “You know as well as I do, y/n. This mission has a very low chance for success.”

You don’t reply. You do know this. It is Doflamingo, afterall. But for some reason, his reply irks you more than it normally would.

“What the hell, Law?” Your irritation is clear in your voice. “Is it so difficult for you to be even a little positive? Is that really so unbearable?”

His eyes narrow. “When you’ve seen the shit that I’ve seen, yeah, it is really so unbearable.” He mocks your tone, making you fume.

“The shit that you’ve seen?” You raise your eyebrows. “The shit that you’ve seen? We’ve all seen shit we’d like to forget, Law! The only difference between you and all of us, is that we don’t carry that shit on our back like a fucking martyr all the damn time.” Your voice climbs to a yell, and it echoes across the dark water in the stillness of the night.

He hates that you’re right. Hates that he’s such a coward, and that he has a martyr complex to top it all off.

“How arrogant you are,” You continue, your fury propelling you forward. “To believe that everything is always your fault. Sometimes life is just shit, Law. That’s all there is to it.”

Angry tears well up in your eyes, but you don’t back down. You refuse to look away.

He is silent, but holds your gaze as intensely as you are holding his. You feel the air shift, anger slowly shifting into something altogether new. You notice, with sudden clarity, that you are close to Law. Very close. You are trembling, but he is too. A long, shuddering breath passes through his open lips. His breath smells faintly of the sake, the sweetness of the fruit mingling with the acrid scent of the alcohol itself.

He places one hand on the railing behind you, brushing against your side as he does. “You’re right, y/n,” He says, never taking his eyes off of you. “Sometimes life is just shit.”

He leans down and continues. “A lot of times life is just shit. And you can’t deny that this situation is shit too. We’re relying on a lot of variables to fall into place in just the right way, at just the right time, and in my life, that has pretty much never fucking happened.” His tone is hard.

He is being drawn to you in a way that confounds him. As if he was possessed, he closes the final few inches between you. His chest and yours are pressed against one another, and the tattooed hand on the railing slowly drifts to the back of your head. He leans his forehead on yours and tangles his surprisingly delicate fingers in the strands of your hair.

“So,” He murmurs. Your heart is pounding so hard that you wonder if he has ripped it from your chest already. “In case life is as shit as it’s always been...in case we don’t make it back…”

His lips meet yours. At first, you can’t breathe. You freeze, but you feel him stiffen and try to pull away. He thinks he has made a huge mistake, ruining yet another good thing in his life with his egocentrism. But your hands grasp the fabric of his t-shirt, and pull him back into you, so his lips never leave yours.

He sighs in relief, moving his mouth deliberately on yours. If this is the last night he has, he wants to make it worth something. He wants one night to be worth something. Your fingers unfurl from his shirt, and you slide your hands up his chest, finally wrapping your arms around his neck. One hand is at the nape of your neck, the other at the small of your back.

There is not an inch of space between you, not a millimeter. Your lips and his fit together like he and misery always had. He allows himself to believe, just for this moment, that you could replace the misery in his life. He allows himself to believe that this won’t be your last kiss. He gives himself permission to believe that you and he would be here again tomorrow, and the next day, and the next day after that.

For once, he grants himself the license to hope.

#one piece #onepiece #trafalgar law #law #law x reader #dressrosa #reader insert #100 followers event #in case we don't make it back #fluff #angst #anime #i love me some sad boys #one piece scenario #writing promblems

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The Ghosts of Fiery Cloud Manor- Chapter 1: Escape

Summary: An incident with his birth family leads to Xiaotian cleaning an abandoned manor for his summer. (Or, things went down after Wukong defeated DBK.)

AO3

Notes: This was the fic idea I mentioned when I was doing that ‘Dad Pigsy inspired by the influx of dad done by @ninja-knox-ur-sox-off and @its-kall-the-clown’ fic snippet.

-_-

Earlier this week, going out into the country to clean up an abandoned manor wasn’t in the plans for Xiaotian’s summer.

Mostly, his plans had consisted of avoiding his parents, hanging with Xiaojiao at the porty club and arcade, and working at Pigsy’s Noodles. But then the week had ended and he found himself on a bus, driving out to the mountains. He found himself questioning every choice on that drive. Why had he left the city again?

Oh, right.

His father, in a fit of rage, had attacked him.

Surrounded by the aftermath of all that, Pigsy had sat him down and explained that he was worried about him. He wasn’t going to fire him. “ But I do think you need to get out of the city until this all dies down,” Pigsy said the morning after he had beaten Xiaotian’s father off his delivery boy. He had explained that he had received a call from an ex-boyfriend of his named Tang. “His family owns a large manor out in the mountains. He’s decided that he’s going to clean it up over the summer and then decide what to do with it. He needs some help that he’s willing to pay…”

With that, Xiaotian had realized what his boss had been offering.

Escape. Far from the city. Possibly with no wifi. And work he could lose himself in and not think about his horrible parents. This place could’ve been in Serbia and it didn’t matter. His thrilled “Yes!” would’ve been the same.

At least his birth family gave him a scapegoat to blame every petty inconvenience on. The cold snap in summer that the village was experiencing. The flat tire that the bus had that delayed his trip by an hour. The bus jolt that had spilled his coffee over his shirt. All of that was their fault. “Sorry,” the innkeeper said. “No lift.”

Definitely their fault.

Xiaotian heaved his suitcase up the three flights of stairs, absently cursing his family in his mind. Finally, he came to his room, pulling out the old-fashioned key. At least that was cool. The door opened with a creak, allowing him to look around.

A slanted ceiling, a comfortable-looking single bed, and a little oak chest of drawers under the window were all that greeted him. At the moment, he decided to concentrate on the positives. He wouldn’t be able to hole himself up in this room without expiring from boredom. Xiaotian pushed his suitcase into the room and set it on his bed. A chirp came from the bed.

Well, that was weird.

He poked his head under the bed, coming face to face with a small white monkey. The monkey blinked at him. Then it yawned, showing some very sharp teeth. “Uh, hello.” he finally said. The monkey gave another chirp before hopping out. Xiaotian leaned back and watched as it wrapped its arms around his neck. “Uh...okay.” He carefully lifted up the monkey.

He left the room, shutting the door behind him, before heading back down the stairs. The innkeeper gave him a smile when he showed up at the front desk. “Nice to see you making friends,” he greeted him, waving at the monkey. “This little fellow likes to come from the temple and come visit.”

“The temple?”

The innkeeper nodded. “Yes, another one of the properties that the scholar here owns.”

“He’s the reason I’m here,” Xiaotian said, hoping to get some info about the manor. “He hired me to clean, uh…” He pulled his phone out of the monkey’s paw, setting it on the counter, and pulled up the info. “Fiery Cloud Manor?”

“Oh.” The innkeeper looked upset before pulling out a paper. “Here, in case you want to look.” He pointed to a section. “This is the hiking trail most people use to get up to that manor. It’s been abandoned for...a while, so I believe you’ll have a lot of work.”

“I see. Sorry.”

“Whatever for?” The innkeeper looked confused by the apology and he instantly felt ridiculous.

Xiaotian thanked him, waved bye to the monkey (and felt ridiculous as he did so), and rushed out. By the time he was at the trail, he was too far to go back to get the keys to the manor without looking a touch unhinged. Which he wasn’t. He hoped.

Stupid birth family.

As he walked, the view started to come to life around him. Evergreen trees were mixed with bamboo and lovely pink flowers bloomed around him. Xiaotian couldn’t help but stop every so often, taking in the scenery. Walking along in a beautiful mist-filled forest to an ancient manor felt like something out of a fairytale.

His reality faded when the path stopped at a pair of gates.

The gate gleamed a gold color, a pattern of flames decorating the top. They were wet with condensation when Xiaotian leaned against them, getting his fill of the manor. It looked proud, a mixture of ancient Tang palaces and a classic English manor, a red roof gleaming among the mist. For a moment, he couldn’t help but stare.

It was beautiful.

For a moment, he wished he had been a little less freaked out at the inn. Then he could have the key and get into that place and- He leaned a little more against the gate. A creak was his only warning before the gate swung open.

Well, that wasn’t safe!

Who knew who had been around and found the gate unlocked?! Firing a quick text to Mr. Tang, Xiaotian shot through, thoughts of this beautiful house being ransacked filling him with fury. It grew worse when he reached the red doors with bull-patterned knockers and found them unlocked. How dare whoever did this?! The value in a place like this didn’t lay in money but in the fact that it was a snapshot of the past and the idea that it had been harmed through carelessness…

Light followed him through the open door into the entrance hall of Fiery Cloud Cavern. The windows were too clouded to allow any light that way. A grand staircase led up into a corridor, all smelling of dust and neglect. Xiaotian pulled out his phone and flicked on the flashlight. His anger dimmed when he saw that the dust on the stone floor appeared to have only been disturbed by him.

He moved deeper in, not quite satisfied yet. The must smell increased as he moved away from the door, but he was getting that creepy ‘being watched’ sensation. He looked up and yelped when he made eye contact with a portrait. “Oh, thank gods,” he breathed out, examining the dusty red-haired man. If there was still art on the walls, that probably meant everything was still intact, if he was willing to guess.

The next painting was of a grassy hill, a scraggly tree on top. Looking off into the distance, a woman sat under the tree. Before Xiaotian could study the next portrait, a cold wins blew. He glanced back, seeing the light starting to fade. He made a face at the thought of going back.

But Mr. Tang had been kind enough to rent a room in the inn for him. Plus, any bed in here was probably gross and bug-infested. So, he would go back down and get a good night's sleep. And then come for a full day of exploration.

The thought put a skip in his step and he chased that high out the door, firmly closing it behind him, and to the gate. There, he stopped. He couldn't just leave it open. Even with the lack of breaking-in evidence he saw, he wouldn't be able to sleep.

Xiaotian pulled off his headband and used it to tie a tight knot around the lock. It held firm when he gave the gate an experimental shake. Satisfied, he smiled.

"See you tomorrow."

He headed down the trail, happy at the adventure he had been presented with.

He was unaware of a figure appearing in smoke and flame when he was halfway down the mountain.

A claw reached out and tugged his headband off.

#my writing #au #Monkie Kid #Lego Monkie Kid #Qi Xiaotian #MK

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hydroponicjj · 4 years

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pinky promise

pairing: jj maybank x reader

word count: 3.1k (i’ve never written anything this long before lmao)

warnings: swearing

summary: your birthday takes place over quarantine and because you can’t have an actual birthday party, the pogues host a netflix party for you but an unexpected guest joins which ruins the mood. jj decides to cheer you up from a distance.

a/n: hello!! i know i’ve been a little m.i.a. but, i promise that i’m back. send me some outer banks requests and i’ll be happy to do them (no smut pls) also, if you’ve sent a request recently, i’m working on em :) gif credit goes to hvitstark!!!

y/n/n “your nickname”

「 ₊˚.༄ 」

When summer first began, you as well as the rest of the pogues were overwhelmed with excitement. You didn't have to do homework, get stressed with school, take exams. Nothing.

The plans weren't set in stone but all of you had a general idea of what you’d do from day to day. From surfing to eating at The Wreck, there was nothing that could stop you and your friends from having the best summer ever.

All of you had seen news articles, talking about a deadly virus entering the United States. It first appeared in Washington, then slowly started to spread around the vicinity. But no one in the Outer Banks of North Carolina was concerned.

So, the beginning of summer break started with absolutely no delay.

After the first couple of weeks of the virus spreading across the country, slowly but surely, you watched as people started to get worried. It got to the point were you mother was cautioning you before going to hang out with the rest of the pogues.

“I pinky promise that I’ll be safe!” You’d tease before going outside and hopping into John B’s Volkswagen.

When you hopped into the back of the van, you noticed the disappointed looks on everyone’s faces while Pope was rambling (like he usually does).

“I really think that we should start to prepare because I think that this virus is very similar to the Black Death.” He finished, taking a deep breath.

“What’s up?” You greeted, raised eyebrows in confusion.

Pope smiled enthusiastically and gave you a warm welcome while the others groaned like a walker from The Walking Dead.

“What are you babbling on about today, Mr.Heyward?” You questioned.

“He literally won’t shut up about this stupid virus!” Kiara answered for him, resting her head on the window as she sat in the front seat.

“Neither will my mom. She’s all worked about this and telling me to ‘be safe’ before leaving the house.” You explained.

“It’s not like we know anyone that’s sick.” John B shrugged, starting the van.

Seconds later, JJ started to have a coughing attack. He literally couldn’t stop, even after he had multiple sips of water.

Both you and Pope moved to the corner farthest away from him, you were laughing because you knew JJ and his personality while Pope was terrified.

“Holy shit, he has it.” He whispered in your ear, eyes as big as a Watermelon.

“He’s about to cough up a lung.” Kie commented, turning around to see the blonde flopping around like a fish.

After a few more seconds, JJ recovered from his coughing attack and sat up, a huge smile plastered on his face.

“Not funny!” Pope screamed, kicking the bottom of his foot.

“You should have seen your face, it was priceless.” He chuckled.

You crawled over to JJ and rested your head in his lap, arms crossed over your stomach as you cackled, “Oh my gosh, that was hilarious.” You raised your hand and gave him a high five, intertwining for fingers and bringing it back down to your chest.

“I only did it because Pope needs a reality check. In a couple weeks everything will be fine.” He sighed, using his other hand to take the lighter out of his pocket and light the blunt between his teeth.

Before he could, you held out your left hand which was your way of asking him to place the items in your palm because no one was interested in getting a contact high at 2 pm.

Usually the rest of the pogues would snatch it from him but you were different. You didn’t feel comfortable being rough with him because you knew about his life at home and you didn’t want to set him off.

That was one of the many things that JJ appreciated about you. You were gentle with him and always took your time, not wanting to him to feel rushed. So, he always complied when you asked.

“Fuck it, I’m taking all the toilet paper.” Pope commented out of context, causing everyone to laugh.

「 ₊˚.༄ 」

Fast forward one week later and your entire life has flipped upside down.

Covid-19 shut down absolutely everything. Kie and her family were forced to close down The Wreck because they couldn't take the risk of hurting any customers or members of the staff.

All of your friends were separated, except for JJ and John B because they quarantined together, not wanting to be alone during this time.

To be honest, you missed everyone, especially JJ because the two of you always gravitated towards each other so it was pretty hard to be separate from him.

To stay connected with each other, you all texted in the shared group chat and had group facetime’s and netflix parties almost every single night.

John B insisted on inviting Sarah and you didn’t know how to feel about it. Sarah and Kie did squash their beef but, she told you all of the things that happened and it really rubbed you the wrong way. But, you wanted John B to be happy, no matter who it was with.

“Holy shit, y/n/n your birthday is in 2 days!” JJ noticed while the two of you were on facetime. John B was busy talking to Sarah so, he called you to pass the time.

“Yeah.” You replied, unenthusiasticlly.

“I know it sucks that we’re in quarantine but, I promise we’ll have a group facetime and you can pick the movie.” He smiled, you didn’t even have to elaborate on why you were sad because he knew you that well.

“Wait for real?” You laughed.

Listen, everyone has different taste when it comes to movies so, every time that you’re doing a netflix party, it’s really hard to decide on a movie that all of the pogues can enjoy.

“Okay, now I’m excited. This is going to be so fun!” You screeched, clapping your hands together.

“Shit, John B’s calling me. I’ve gotta go but, keep that same enthusiasm, okay?” He replied, smiling into the camera.

“Pinky promise.” You gave him the biggest grin known to man before hanging up.

「 ₊˚.༄ 」

Exactly two days later, you woke up to your mom towering over you with a cake in her hands, “Happy 17th birthday, y/n/n!” She took JJ’s lighter that was sitting on your nightstand and lit the ‘17’ on the cake.

“Woah!” You said, rubbing your eyes. It was still pretty early in the morning and you couldn’t fully comprehend what was going on.

“Thank you so much.” You sat up in your bed, making room for your mother to sit.

“Make a wish.” She encouraged, taking out her phone to capture the moment.

“I wish that I have the best day ever, despite not being about to see my friends.” and with that, you blew out the candles, smiling up at your mom.

“Awe were you recording that?” You smiled, covering your face.

“I was gonna send it to your friends,” She paused, “Speaking of them, are you gonna uh... party on neflix tonight?” She squinted.

You chuckled, your mom really wasn’t as aquatinted with technology as other parents, “Yeah, the 5 of us are gonna watch a movie on facetime. I promise to keep it down.”

“Thank you. I’m gonna go start on breakfast. I’ll call you when it’s finished.” She left your room, leaving the door cracked slightly.

After a few seconds of staring off into space, you checked your phone like you always do when you wake up and your phone was filled with notifications.

Your smiled from ear to ear. Unlike the average kook, you weren’t very popular but that didn’t matter because you had 4 of the best people on planet earth as your best friends.

The first thing that you checked was Instagram. You tapped through the stories that you were tagged in and were met with some of the best memories that were caught on camera.

From the time you accidentally set off the sprinklers at The Wreck, getting all of the customers wet as they were leaving to the time that you got stuck at the top of the monkey bars at your old elementary school and JJ had to come and save you.

You almost started crying because you hadn’t been apart from any of your friends for more that 12 hours and even though it’s only been a week, it felt like forvever.

Before you responded to the countless amount of texts from your aunts and uncles, you texted the group chat and gushed to them about how thankful you were that they all posted something in honor of your birthday.

They all politely told you to and I quote, “shut the fuck up.” because it was a given that they’d praise you for your special day.

You rolled your eyes with a smile on your face and threw your phone on the charger, heading to the kitchen to eat breakfast with your mother.

「 ₊˚.༄ 」

The sound of your phone ringing tore you away from the piece of cake that you were chewing.

“And the guest of honor has arrived!” John B gushed, JJ was sitting next to him and it looked like they were on the couch.

“Get any presents?” Kie asked, positioning her phone upwards so that she could be seen.

“Nah, unless you count cake.” You chuckled, showing them the piece that you were currently devouring.

“That looks so good.” Pope commented, he was staring into the camera, hypnotized by the sweet treat that you had just showcased.

“Snap out of it!” JJ started clapping his hands in the camera causing Pope to fidget slightly taking his face out of the camera.

You spent the first 30 minutes of the facetime call catching up about the stupid quarantine habits that you all picked up.

Kiara had given herself a few dolphin stick & pokes, Pope had started online shopping, like a lot. He had at least 30 new t-shirts in his closet. John B calls Sarah while JJ spends most of his time talking to you.

“Wait, wait, wait guys,” You paused, trying to get their attention because they were all screaming at each other, “Are y’all ready to watch the movie?” You questioned, opening a new tab on your computer.

“Yeah, yeah. Wait a second.” John B put himself on paused, you could hear JJ sigh because he does that at least once every time that you all are on a group call.

After a few seconds, you heard everyone's phone ding as well as your own. You all had gotten a group e-mail to join a netflix party. At first you were confused because JJ said that he talked to everyone and they agreed to letting you chose the movie.

A few more seconds passed and you saw another square begin to connect to the facetime call. It was a number that no one recognized so, everyone was pretty stunned (except for john b).

The mystery person finally connected and it was revealed to be Sarah Cameron.

You looked at everyone's little square and saw how wide their eyes were. JJ seemed furious but, he didn’t want to make a scene because after all, it was still your birthday.

Kie and Pope looked shocked that John B would add her without asking if you were okay with it first.

“Hey guys! Happy birthday, y/n.” Sarah greeted, smiling.

“Thank you.” You croaked back a response, going on your computer and opening the e-mail that was sent, clicking the netflix party link.

After taking a second to load, you saw that you were watching the 4th season of Riverdale. (yikes)

You rolled your eyes, praying that it went unnoticed.

“Is this what you wanted to watch, y/n? I thought you hated Riverdale?” Pope asked, still a little confused on the whole situation.

“Nope.” You stated dryly, shrugging you shoulders and falling back onto your bed.

“Oh, it was my idea.” Sarah chimed in, her bubble got bigger because she had said something, “You don’t mind, right y/n/n?”

“I kind of wanted to watch Back to the Future.” You revealed.

At this point, everyone was shocked, even you. You didn’t hate Sarah, she was currently being really nice but you wanted to spend your birthday talking to your best friends and she didn’t fit into that category yet.

“I don’t really like that movie.” John B commented, earning a slap on the back of the head from JJ.

“Actually,” You paused, contemplating if you even wanted to continue the sentence. You had two options, make a scene or leave peacefully.

“I’m not feeling to well. I think I’m going to go but, have fun watching Riverdale.” Before anyone could protest, you hung up.

Option two it is.

“Fuck birthday’s.” You concluded, turning off your light. You didn’t have the energy to argue with anyone so, you decided to go to bed and deal with it in the morning.

JJ muted the phone so that no one else could hear the conversation that was about to ensue, “Dude, what the fuck?!” He yelled at John B, who was very confused.

“You invited the girl you’ve been mackin’ on for a month to y/n’s birthday party. Did you even ask her?” He stood up, towering over his friend.

“Woah, woah, calm down. I didn’t think that she’d care.” He defended himself.

Pope and Kie were texting you while Sarah was too busy watching the cringe unfold on Riverdale that they didn’t notice that John B and JJ were arguing.

“All she wanted was a good birthday and you fucking ruined it.” He accused, poking at his chest.

“I didn’t ruin it. She was tired and had to go!”

“It’s literally 9:30 pm. You think she’d go to bed this early? We’re in quarantine! Everyone stays up till like, 5!”

The look on JJ’s face conveyed that he was seconds away from punching John B in the face but he had to remember that you wouldn’t want them fighting because of you.

The blonde took a deep breath that lasted at least 5 minutes, “I need to go check on her.” He stated, going into the guest room that he was currently residing in and grabbed a big basket but with how fast he was walking, it’d be impossible to make out the contents inside.

“You can’t go see her, we’re in quarantine.” John B protested but JJ didn’t seem to care.

「 ₊˚.༄ 」

The sun started peaking through your window at around 6 am. The heat of the sun beamed on your face, causing you to wake up earlier that you anticipated.

Groaning, you trudged to the one and only bathroom in your house, thankful that your mom was off to work. She works for Mr.Heyward and they’re currently trying to deliver supplies to as many people as possible.

After getting ready for the day in the restroom, you headed towards the kitchen. In your peripheral vision, you saw a big basket sitting on your front porch.

Peaking your interest, you opened your front door and grabbed the basket with two hands. It wasn’t that heavy but it appeared to be filled to the brim.

Perched on the very top of the basket was a ripped sheet of blank paper covered with medium sized writing. The penmanship was sloppy and certain words had been written over and over again, most likely because the marker was running out of ink.

Based on the lack of punctuation, you already knew who hand delivered this package.

On the inside was 3 of JJ’s shirts (without the sleeves ofc), a half empty bottle of cologne that he’d only wear on special occasions, a torn 2 dollar bill, and a hydroponic blunt.

If any other pogue was receiving this as a gift, they’d probably be really disappointed but, not you. You knew that JJ wasn’t well acquainted with showing and or receiving love so, this was a huge gesture.

Running back into your house, you grabbed your phone, ignoring all of the apology texts from John B, you facetimed JJ.

After a few seconds of it ringing, he answered, “What time is it?” He groaned.

“When did you deliver this?” You asked, ignoring his question.

“What are you talking about?” He didn’t falter, standing his ground.

“Don’t play dumb with me, JJ. What time did you put this on my doorstep?” You persisted, showing the poorly wrapped package that rested on your dining table.

“I genuinely don’t know what you’re talking about.” He chuckled, scratching the back of his head.

You squinted your eyes into the camera and waited a few seconds and sure enough, he creaked, “Fine, fine! I may or may not have decided to play mail man last night.”

“What the heck-?” You paused, attempting to take in what he had just said, “Wait, why?”

“Well, after Sarah crashed your birthday party, I thought you might want to wake up to something, uh, nice.” He grinned, awkwardly.

“You should’ve called me! I would’ve come outside to see you.” You replied, disappointed. He was mere feet away from you last night and you weren’t aware.

“Social distancing, y/n.” He teased. We all know that JJ is the pogue that’s most likely to accidentally break one of the rules during quarantine.

“JJ,” You took a deep breath, “Why did you all of this. I mean, it’s such an amazing birthday gift. A blunt and a 2 dollar bill, what more could a girl ask for?”

“IT’S BECAUSE HE LOOOOVES YOU!!” You heard John B scream from farther into the house.

JJ dropped the phone on the bed and put himself on mute, you shook your head, knowing he was most likely scolding John B.

“I’m sorry, he’s been spending to much time with Sarah.” He returned, “Also, I stole that bill from Kie, don’t tell her though.”

“I really really really miss you, JJ.” You sighed, frowning.

“I really really really miss you, y/n.” He mocked, of course he could not be 100% serious, even when he wanted too.

“Can you promise me something?”

He raised his eyebrows, face plastered with curiousness, “Uhhh, maybe.” He chuckled.

“Promise me that you’ll ask me out once quarantine is over?” You deadpanned. It was clear that it caught him by surprise because his face wasn’t covered with confusion anymore but shear terror instead.

“W-What was that John B???!!! You fell in the toilet! Awe shit, y/n, I’ve gotta go.” He replied, hanging up the phone.

Usually, you’d be a little offended but, you knew he was just messing around with you, especially because he was so used to making the first move when it came to getting girls.

Your phone was on silent so, you didn’t notice it a first but you had a new text message from JJ.

“pinky promise.”

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