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krabstick32 · 3 years

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Your Hand in Marriage

Pairing: Giyuu x Reader

Synopsis: Headcanon/scenario for how Giyuu proposed...how he asked you to marry him...how he popped the question

Tags/warnings: There is slight mention of near-death, but yes, all fluff apart from that!! Also, this can be taken as modern or during canon timeline, whichever works really

a/n: again, thank you so much for requesting anon!! apologies for taking so long :((( i hope you like it though 🥺

LINK to the ask: Request by Anon

anyway, please enjoy!! <33

When he knew you were the one, marriage was always in the back of his mind

You made him yearn for something he feels like could never have

He dreamed of living a quiet, peaceful life with you, to build a warm home and a loving family

And he wanted it so badly

But he couldn’t

Not when he lived the life of a demon slayer—a pillar no less!—not when they were fighting a literal war against the demons who brought so much pain to him, to you, to so many people

He didn’t want his family grow in a world where demon exists

You two talked about this already

And you’ve both agreed that you’re all fine with not getting married even if both of you wanted it more than anything

Your jobs were dangerous—one wrong move could mean death

Both of you entered the corps knowing the consequences, and have made peace with that fact

I mean, you were open to getting married to him

and as much as he loves you, a lot

He didn't want marriage if it only leads to you dying

this man has experienced so much loss already, he can’t lose you too.

And you respected that. You didn’t care much for labels.

Marriage was, in essence, just a piece of paper to prove your relationship, and you knew that you loved each other too much to let a mere document dictate your relationship.

You don’t mind just staying as boyfriend and girlfriend, you’ll take whatever he’s willing to give

One day, on his way home (to you uwu), he passes by a jewelry store, and sees the ring

Now, Giyuu was never an impulsive buyer, but the ring was perfect.

He could clearly picture it on your left ring finger and—

Oops, he now has a ring in his pocket

It would either be a real classy ring—you know, the classic engagement ring with a yellow gold band and a sizable diamond in the middle

A unique and pretty ring that reminds him of you—a ring designed with sapphires and diamonds.

(only the best for u after all uwu)

We all know man´s rich enough for it

(giyuu is a pillar. he can literally afford to buy everyone in the corps this ring, and still have left over money to have a lifetime supply of salmon daikon if he wanted to.)

When he got home, his stupidly impulsive buy just dawned on him and u bet he was awkward with you until he found the sneakiest hiding spot for it

((it was hidden underneath a shingle on the roof—a little overkill honestly))

Anyway, all was normal

But Gods, everything changed when the fire nation attacked when you were called to the Butterfly Wing.

He was finishing up on a mission with another pillar, Shinazugawa, and four other slayers (ranked kinoe’s and kinoto’s) when they ran into an upper moon.

And surprisingly, all of these slayers came home, bruised and a lot bloody, but alive.

As you were listening to the report at the Ubuyashiki estate for a meeting, you were relieved to hear that—six demon slayers, all alive after an encounter with an upper moon!!—but when you heard the entire report, your stomach dropped in dread and you dead-ass sprinted out the door to go straight into the butterfly wing.

(You can apologize to the Oyakata-sama later though he was a second away from shooing you out the door)

Because Giyuu—

Giyuu was there

Your stupid, brave, lovable Giyuu,

Threw himself in front of his fellow slayers to take the brunt of the hit with lull, and so very nearly died when he got hit by the demon’s blood art.

It worked though, because now, the demon got distracted, giving the others ample time to deal with the minions

Once Sanemi and the others were able to lop its head off, the kakushi arrived promptly and rushed everyone back to the butterfly estate.

He woke up after a week. That was the extent of the damage brought to him by that near fatal blow.

First thing he saw was you

You were sound asleep right by his bed, slouched over the visitor’s chair in a position Giyuu knew was anything but comfortable. He was quick to note the dark circles under your eyes, briefly wondering how long you were there. You looked a little cold, so he moved to place the extra blanket from his bedside over you, but you immediately stir when you felt the slightest movement.

“Giyuu? Sweetheart, are you…?”

Seeing him awake felt like a huge bucket of water was poured over you. Any trace of sleep was gone from your body—you were wide awake in a flash, relieved and grateful that he was alive.

“Hello—“ His voice was a little raspier than either of you liked, but yours however, was fine, and healthy enough to to speak your mind.

“You dumbass!” You hiss, throwing him a light glare.“Do you know how worried I was? How scared I was? I thought I was going to lose you!”

“I’m sorry.” He says, and squirms slightly under your gaze. He would’ve looked away, but he’s missed you a lot. Wasting a few seconds from cowering in slight shame and a little fear would be unbecoming of a Pillar.

“Don’t say sorry!” You were trying so hard to look stern and mad, but having the love of your life nearly taken away from you? You nearly lost him—all you wanted was to just touch him, and never let him go.

Tears start slipping down your eyes before you could stop yourself. Without a word, you wrap your arms over his neck, nearly straddling him as you buried your face in his neck. You try to memorize how his body felt against yours, clinging to him like your life depended on it—and in a way, it did.

“You!—don’t ever do that to me again!” You cry, being mindful of his injuries as you hold him tighter. Neither of you make mention of how his hospital clothes were starting to grow damp. “If you die and leave me alone, I swear to the gods—!”

“I’m sorry,” he says again, because what else can he say? He wasn’t aware of how close he was to losing you, until he woke up from the week-long coma. He made you sad, and worry over him, and he never wants to see you cry ever again. He brings you closer against his chest, and says a silent thank you to whatever god let him live.

“You better be!” You mumble.

“I am. I missed you.” He drops his head against your shoulder, and holds you tighter against him.

Still mindful of his injuries, you return his hug tenfold. “I missed you too.”

Neither of you let go until Shinobu and Aoi dropped by to clean and redress his wounds.

Afterwards though neither of you left each other’s side (I mean, it’s not like Giyuu could, but you get my point),

Anyway, even if one of the butterfly girls or even Shinobu came in to give him meds—

He would always be touching you

Holding pinkies, even holding hands, which was a surprising, since he wasn’t much for PDA.

Another surprising fact was that Shinobu would only tease him no more than eight times per visit, when she would usually tease him nonstop.

You didn’t leave him for the entire week he needed to recover, unless it was for a mission (Oyakata-sama was very kind in giving you lighter, and easier missions—easy for you, hard for lower ranked slayers)

That night, you definitely stayed in his room (one of the pillars was kind enough to take over your patrol. it was Mitsuri), and slept right by his side.

As you slept, he watches the careful rise and fall of your chest.

You looked so peaceful that he starts daydreaming about what could be—a future with you.

His near death experience made him realize that if he didn’t marry you, it would be one of the greatest mistakes of his life.

You taught him to live life to its fullest, to live without regrets

And he knew he’d regret it if he didn’t get to call you his wife, even if it was just for a day.

The demons have taken so much from him already—his sister, his best friend

They’ve already taken too much

He’s not going to let the demons take away any more of his happiness

SO YES

This was the moment he finally decided to ask you to be his wife.

took him long enough

Giyuu knew that he wasn’t the best at communication

And he was really worried about you not wanting to marry him anymore. It’s been a while since that conversation after all

He wanted things to be as clear as spring water before even popping the question

So he decides to ask you.

He brings you out to the engawa and sits there with you, enjoying the night breeze and the view

You’d look very pretty under the moonlight and aaaaa

He wonders how he ever managed to control himself from asking you to marry him earlier

Because right now

Giyuu has half the mind to just beg you to marry him

He brings it up bluntly carefully,

“...How do you feel about marrying me?”

He brought it up bluntly.

You’re used to it though (you didn’t even bat an eyelash—what a champ), so you take it in stride.

“What I said before still stands, sweetheart. I would love nothing more than to be your wife, but if you’re not ready—“

“I am.”

Your neck almost snaps with how fast your head turns to look at Giyuu. He wasn’t far, just a few inches of space between your bodies, but you could feel his comforting warmth, and could clearly see his expression despite it being night.

“Are you serious?” You knew he was—Giyuu never was the type to joke—but you couldn’t help but ask. You knew he loved you, you knew he wanted to be with you for as long as possible, but him asking to marry you? Both of you talked about this, and you respected what he wanted and his reasons behind it, so whatever this was? It all felt too good to be true that you wanted to pinch yourself.

“Yes.” Giyuu carefully takes your hands and uses his thumb to trace soothing circles onto the skin of your palm. “If you’re fine with someone like me...” He places his forehead on top of yours and your heart just...picks up the pace. You’re sure he could hear how fast it was beating, while you’re made aware of the fact that your eyes were starting to get teary because everything looked so blurry.

“Marry me, (F/N)?”

Him wanting to know if you still wanted a marriage with him, turned into an actual proposal

But neither of you minded

It felt perfect

You burst into a loud, giddy laugh, the happy smile on your lips wide enough to reach your ears. The tears start spilling over as you nod your head vigorously, repeating the word “Yes!” like it was the only word you could say.

Giyuu’s mouth curls into the sweetest smile you’ve ever seen on him, and continues to grow each time you ‘yes’. He puts the ring on your finger and you're struck by how pretty it is, feeling a sense of rightness wash over you. He feels it too as both of you take a moment to look at how perfect the fit is, before you look back up at him.

By the gods, he looked so handsome with that smile on his face, you couldn’t take it. You bring your hands to cup his face, and kiss him for all you were worth. HIs hands wrap around your waist, and you grip the nape of his neck, savoring the feeling of his comforting warmth pressed against you. As both of you pressed your lips against each other, neither of you could stop smiling—you were both so happy.

“You’ll marry me?”

“I’ll marry you right now, if it was possible.”

“You really want to marry me?”

“I always did. I feel stupid for making you wait so long.”

“It’s fine, sweetheart, I understand why.”

He pulls away a little, pouting. “But I could’ve been calling you my wife earlier.”

“And I could’ve been calling you my husband earlier,” You tease “but here we are.”

“...Maybe we can find a priest right now.”

You laugh and smack his shoulder. “We waited a few years, I’m sure we can wait for a few months.”

The two of you look at each other for a moment.

“Giyuu?”

“Hmm?”

“I love you.” You really do.

He smiles softly, taking your left hand and kissing the back of your hand. “I love you too.” He really does.

For better or for worse

During the next Pillar meeting, everyone definitely notices your ring

a/n: i would like to marry this man please and thank you (′ꈍωꈍ‵)💖

I have another request in the works, but if you liked this headcanon, maybe you’d like to see a continuation! I’ve got some ideas stocked up for “how they met”, “how they got married”, or maybe “how the other pillars react to your engagement”... anyways feel free to drop a request!

apologies in advance if it takes me another month 😔

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purplehairedwonder · 3 years

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Lead Me Back to Suffering Chapter 3

Fandom: One Piece Rating: R Pairings: Trafalgar Law/Donquixote Doflamingo (Non-consensual), Trafalgar Law/Monkey D. Luffy (eventual) Words: 3,882 Characters: Trafalgar Law, Donquixote Doflamingo, Donquixote Rosinante, Bepo, Shachi, Penguin, Monkey D. Luffy, Nami, Robin, Chopper, Usopp, Sanji, Franky, Brook Warnings: Rape/Non-con Note: This was written for the “Kidnapping” square on my Bad Things Happen Bingo @badthingshappenbingo card. Anon prompted Law and Luffy.

The title comes from the Vertical Horizon song “Shackled.”

Summary: In the wake of Kaido’s fall, Law is kidnapped from the shores of Wano.

Previous chapters: 1 | 2

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Law was standing on the shores of an island that seemed somehow familiar, though he couldn’t put his finger on why, staring out to sea when a familiar voice caused him to whirl around.

“Law.”

“Cora-san,” Law replied, lips twitching upward.

Rosinante looked as he always did, his black feather coat making his already tall figure look even more imposing while the numerous hearts on his clothing softened his sharp edges. An exercise in contradictions as ever. He held a cigarette between two fingers as he smiled softly at Law. At any moment, that cigarette would undoubtedly catch on the man’s clothing.

Law knew he was dreaming. He’d had so many dreams like this one that they no longer took him off-guard. But the next words out of the man’s mouth did startle him.

“I’m so disappointed in you, Law.”

Law’s stomach dropped. “What?”

“You think I don’t know what you’ve done with the life I gave up for you?” Rosinante said, pointing his cigarette in Law’s direction accusingly.

“I—” Law hesitated.

“You were free, kid,” Rosinante went on, voice rising. Ashes fell from the end of the cigarette as he gestured with it. “You were supposed to live a good life. Save yourself. Save other people. Heal people.” He shook his head. “But you became—”

“A killer,” Law whispered, guilt heavy in his chest.

He gasped as Rosinante suddenly stood in front of him. The larger man’s expression sharpened as he grabbed Law’s shoulders and spun him around. Law yelped in surprise, feeling like a child being manhandled across the North Blue all over again.

“My brother’s,” Rosinante finished, tracing the line bisecting the Jolly Roger on Law’s back. “You became Doffy’s.”

Law pulled himself free and turned around once more, face burning. “I didn’t—”

But hadn’t he? He might have sailed under his own Jolly Roger since he was sixteen, but deep down, Law knew his Jolly Roger’s design had not only been in honor of Cora-san, but also a middle finger to Doflamingo. The trajectory of Law’s life had been shaped by his quest for revenge against Doflamingo. Even when he was meant to be free, Law was controlled by Doflamingo.

Doflamingo burning his mark into Law’s back was only visually affirming what they both knew—Law was Doflamingo’s creature, inside and out.

Law’s argument died on his tongue, words turned to ash in his mouth. And all the while, Rosinante watched him, expression grim.

“Saving you was a mistake,” he said, shaking his head. “Could have saved an entire country instead.”

“Cora-san,” Law choked out, breath knocked from his lungs at those words. “Cora-san, please…”

He reached out toward Rosinante, but the other man started fading away, the disappointment on his face the last Law saw of him.

Law’s mouth moved silently for several moments; he thought he could feel the cracks spreading in his chest as tears stung the corners of his eyes.

“Captain!”

Law’s head snapped up as Bepo, Shachi, and Penguin hurried toward him. He could feel the tightness in his chest loosening slightly at the sight of his nakama.

“You found me,” he said as his three oldest friends reached him.

“We told you we would, Captain,” Shachi said as if it were obvious.

“We’d find you anywhere,” Penguin agreed.

“It’s good to see you,” Law admitted, Cora-san’s words still stinging.

“I wish we could say the same, Captain,” Bepo said coolly.

Law frowned, confused. “Bepo?”

“I thought you were loyal to us, Law,” Bepo went on. “The Heart Pirates.”

“Of course I am. What are you talking about—” Suddenly, Law was pushed forward onto his hands and knees, revealing his back to the trio.

Shachi and Penguin gasped, and the air surrounding the four turned cold.

“You left us on Zou for him,” Shachi said, tone cooling.

“You never planned to come back,” Penguin added darkly.

“You were always Doflamingo’s,” Bepo accused. “Never ours.”

Law’s hands tightened into fists, sand squishing between his fingers. “That’s not true,” he denied.

But Law had left his crew to complete his revenge against Doflamingo. He’d sent them ahead to Zou to protect them from the fallout of his actions. It was sheer luck that he’d run into the Straw Hats on Punk Hazard and formed an alliance that ended up saving his life.

He’d put his own vengeance ahead of his nakama, never considering their feelings. Never caring about anything but taking down Doflamingo. He’d never deserved them or their loyalty.

“You were always his,” Penguin reiterated.

“And now everyone knows it,” Shachi finished.

“Guys, please—”

“You don’t deserve the title of Captain,” Bepo said as the trio faded away. “Not when you’re another’s.”

“No,” Law croaked, voice cracking along with his heart. He tried to push himself to his feet to chase his fading friends, but he slipped and dropped back to his knees as his three oldest friends disappeared with disgust on their faces. “I’m sorry.”

“You should be, Torao.”

Law swallowed and closed his eyes in resignation. Why not Luffy, too?

“Straw Hat-ya,” he murmured, pained.

After a moment, he felt a hand wrap around his chin. He opened his eyes warily to see Luffy kneeling in front of him, expression intent. His grip loosened, and his hand slid up to cup Law’s cheek. Law couldn’t help but melt into the touch, more tender than he deserved.

“You lied to them, Torao,” Luffy said gently. “About who you really are. Of course they’re going to be mad.”

Law flinched feeling the words as acutely as a blow. “I—”

“You lied to me, too.”

Law had no defense for that; he’d lied to Luffy about his intentions and had gotten him caught up in his near-fatal attempt to take down Doflamingo. He’d gotten Luffy’s nakama caught up in it as well, and he knew Luffy cared far more about that than himself.

“I didn’t really care, you know,” Luffy went on. Law swallowed as Luffy’s thumb started stroking his cheek softly. “Mingo was a bad guy, and he needed to go down. He was hurting people like Rebecca. Like you.” His hand suddenly tightened around the hair at the nape of Law’s neck, and he pulled Law’s head back. Law hissed.

“But you never told me you were his first.”

Law swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing at the vulnerable position. He was fully aware of the threat the hands that held him now presented. “Straw Hat-ya…”

“You made an alliance with me and my nakama when you knew you were his. How am I supposed to trust you with my life and the lives of my nakama if you’re Mingo’s?”

It might have hurt less if Luffy had punched open his chest and pulled out his beating heart.

“I’m not,” Law whispered, strained. “I’m not.”

Luffy let go of his grip on Law’s hair, and Law fell forward bonelessly into the sand. He felt like he’d been using Room too much, drained down to the core. Hollow.

“You don’t deserve any of us, Torao,” Luffy said sadly as he, too, faded away. “You never did.”

“I know.”

Law jerked awake and immediately groaned, burying his face into his pillow as his healing back protested the sudden movement. A moment later, he tensed when he felt a light touch on his skin. The burn should really be bandaged, he thought absently as he screwed his eyes shut against the intrusive touch.

“Bad dreams?” Doflamingo asked mildly.

“Fuck off,” Law muttered before shoving his face back into the pillow.

Doflamingo, the bastard, just chuckled as he continued tracing the brand on Law’s back. He’d been doing that a lot over the last several days—or at least what Law thought were several days; he’d been in and out through much of it.

That first night, after burning Law’s back, Doflamingo had released Law from his bindings, letting him crumple, half-conscious, to the floor. Law had cried out when Doflamingo had picked him up and carried him to the bed, placing him facedown onto the mattress and baring the burn to the world. He hadn’t fucked Law that night, though he had rutted up against Law’s ass until he came, like a horny teenager. He’d then marked Law’s back with his come. Law had been in too much pain to care.

Over the next several days, Doflamingo allowed the ship’s doctor (who’d healed up well enough since the accident Law had treated him for) into the bedroom to wash and treat the burn so it wouldn’t become infected, but he wouldn’t let the doctor give Law any pain medication.

“There are consequences when you betray me, little bird,” Doflamingo had murmured from his side the second night as Law had writhed under Doflamingo’s touch.

It wasn’t until what Law thought was about a week after the incident that he’d finally gotten a good look at the marking. Though he’d made trips to the bathroom to relieve himself and in the previous days, he’d been too out of it to look at the burn. But that morning, he’d woken with a clearer mind so, when he’d gone to the bathroom, he’d stood in front of the mirror for a long stretch, gathering the courage to look at his back. Then he’d turned around and carefully twisted as far as his healing skin would let him.

It was far enough.

He could see how the burn had effectively turned Law’s tattooed Jolly Roger into Doflamingo’s own.

Law’s stomach had roiled, and he’d immediately dropped to his knees in front of the toilet to vomit. Once he’d hollowed himself out, likely pulling at the healing scabs on his back, Law had stumbled back to the bed and dropped face-first onto the mattress, plagued by thoughts of what Cora-san would think if he could see his brother’s Jolly Roger irrevocably left on Law’s skin—and the dreams had followed.

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It was on the eighth day after Law’s call to his nakama that the Hearts and Straw Hats arrived on Raydare. It didn’t take long to realize Law and his captors were no longer on the island—not that the two crews had really expected them to be, but Bepo had stubbornly held onto hope. He’d seen stranger things on the Grand Line, after all.

From what they learned on their first foray onto the island, it took three days for the Log Pose to set. That meant that Doflamingo had a five-day head start on his pursuers if they’d left immediately. That also gave the Hearts and Straw Hats three days to figure out which direction to set out in next. While it was possible Doflamingo would simply follow the Log Pose to the next island, if Law was right that the former Warlord was trying to reclaim his underworld operation, then it was more likely that he had specific destinations in mind. But how would they figure out what those were? They’d only made it to Raydare because Law had managed to contact them, however briefly.

Law had sounded… tired, Bepo thought. “I’m…managing,” he’d said. Bepo knew his best friend well enough to recognize when he was putting on a brave face, and this had been one of those times. They needed to find him. Nothing good could come of Law in Doflamingo’s cruel hands—not with the history the two men shared.

While the others had gone into town, Bepo had stayed on the Polar Tang—partly because he was used to staying behind to avoid drawing unwanted attention and partly because he didn’t want to leave the ship’s Den Den Mushi unattended in case Law called again. Shachi and Penguin had given him understanding pats on his shoulder before going into town to resupply and seek out information.

On the second night docked at Raydare, both crews met up at a tavern. Shachi and Penguin even managed to pull Bepo away from the Den Den Mushi for the evening. (Bepo knew it was unlikely that Law would manage another call so soon after the first one, but he hoped…)

“Bear!” Luffy called with a cheerful wave when he, Shachi, and Penguin walked into the tavern.

Bepo pulled at his snout, embarrassed, as he and his friends joined the Straw Hats and Hearts who had already arrived. He glanced around the tavern and saw that it was mostly empty except for the two pirate crews and bar regulars who were more focused on their drinks than the rowdy men and women sharing tables and ordering endless plates and drinks.

“Straw Hat,” Bepo greeted as he sat down across from Nami, who smiled at him. Bepo smiled back; he’d gotten to know Nami a bit on Zou and enjoyed their conversations about navigation.

“Bepo!”

Bepo turned to see Chopper a couple of seats down with Nico Robin and Ikkaku. The reindeer waved happily and Bepo waved back. He was quite fond of the Straw Hats’ doctor, even if he wasn’t a mink.

“I’m glad you came out today,” Chopper said. “We haven’t seen you much.”

“Ah. Sorry. I was just—”

“Hoping Torao-kun would call again?” Robin suggested.

Bepo swallowed and nodded, not trusting his voice. Something about the woman unsettled Bepo—had since she’d been a guest on the Polar Tang on the way to Wano, though Law seemed to like her—but she simply nodded understandingly in reply.

Once all the Hearts and Straw Hats had arrived, Nami turned first to Luffy then to Bepo who, as first mate, was the acting captain of the Hearts in Law’s stead.

“The Log Pose should set sometime tomorrow,” she said, spreading out a map on the table. Those gathered around moved plates and tankards to make room for the parchment. “We need a plan for where we set off to next.”

“Without another call from Torao, it’s going to be hard to know,” Usopp said with a frown, peering at the map.

“And I doubt it will be easy for him to do it again,” Sanji added around a cigarette.

Bepo frowned at the cook. “What do you mean?”

“Ah,” Shachi said, bringing Bepo’s attention back to him. “We didn’t get a chance to tell you yet.”

“What?”

“We found the communications relay Law used to call us,” Penguin explained. “It was… leveled,” he said after a hesitation.

“Leveled?”

“Apparently, the day Law made the call, Doflamingo showed up at the shop and destroyed it,” Shachi said. He grimaced. “And he strung up the shopkeeper. As an example.” He shook his head. “No one really wanted to talk to us when we started asking around about Law because of it.”

Bepo’s eyes widened. If Doflamingo had done that to an innocent shopkeeper, whose sole crime was renting Law a Den Den Mushi, what would he do to Law? He glanced around the table and noted grim expressions on the other pirates’ faces.

“Don’t worry, Bepo!” Bepo looked up in surprise to see a serious look on Luffy’s face. “We’ll find Torao. And I’ll kick Mingo’s ass even harder this time so he can’t hurt him ever again.”

Bepo nodded, unsure of what else to do in the face of Luffy’s enthusiasm. He wondered briefly if this was how Law felt when faced with his allied captain. Law had known something about this boy two years earlier when he had ordered the Hearts to sail for Marineford in the middle of the Paramount War, and his faith had been rewarded in Dressrosa.

Bepo would never be able to thank Luffy enough for bringing Law home alive. Would he be able to pull another miracle from that straw hat of his now?

“We weren’t able to get any clues around town or at the harbor,” Jean Bart piped up after a moment. “Several people saw Law at the market nine days ago, but no one saw him after that.”

The Hearts were particularly good at intelligence gathering—having a surgeon for a captain meant they prized precision above all else—so there must not have been much useful intelligence to be found in Raydare if the crew came up empty.

“Robin?” Nami asked. “What about you?”

“I was able to get ears inside Rorik’s meeting today,” Robin replied. “He gave no indications about where Doflamingo might go next, but I did hear something else interesting.”

“Oh?”

“Torao-kun was right that Doflamingo is looking to take back his black-market operation. And he plans to do it by selling a bioweapon of some kind.”

“Bioweapon?” Chopper asked, straightening. “That can’t be good.”

“What kind of bioweapon?” Ikkaku asked, leaning forward.

Robin shrugged a single shoulder. “He didn’t specify. I got the impression it’s something very rare and very deadly, though.” She looked at Bepo then Luffy. “He’ll likely reach out to the highest-level brokers in the New World with promises of this new weapon like he did with Rorik to secure his return to power.”

“Any idea who these brokers are?” Franky asked. “That would be a super clue.”

“I don’t know. I’ve reached out to some of my contacts to see if they have any ideas but have not heard back yet.”

“Law might know some names,” Penguin said thoughtfully. “We can check his notes to see if he wrote any down.”

Bepo would be surprised if any of Law’s notes on Joker and his ilk survived—he’d kept so much of his plan a secret before he’d left for Punk Hazard—but it was worth a shot, even if Bepo felt uncomfortable with the idea of going through Law’s papers.

Without much more to go on, the gathering slowly broke up. Bepo headed back to the Tang with Shachi and Penguin. The trio headed to Law’s room. For a moment, they stood outside the door uncomfortably. Finally, Penguin spoke.

“We’re doing this to help him.”

“I know, but it still feels like…” Shachi trailed off.

“Betraying him?” Bepo suggested. The other two nodded grimly.

“Let’s just get this over with,” Shachi said, grabbing the door handle and turning it.

The three stepped into the room. Bepo swallowed. Between the made bed, papers piled on the desk, and books piled on the nightstand, it looked like Law had just stepped out and would be back at any moment. Law was an immensely private person, so going through his personal things like this made Bepo’s hackles rise. But if anyone might have the information they needed to help Law, it was Law himself.

The three exchanged looks then went to work. After murmuring a silent apology to Law, Bepo started looking through the papers on Law’s desk. Unsurprisingly, they all seemed to be related to Wano and the SMILEs. He dug through the drawers and flipped through notebooks, but none of them had any relevant information on the criminal underworld. Meanwhile, Penguin was looking through the books on the nightstand, the drawers, and under the bed while Shachi went systematically though the books on the bookshelves that ringed Law’s room.

By the time they’d looked through everything they could find, they were no closer to finding their captain—their friend—and just felt dirty for going through his belongings. Defeated, the trio went their separate ways for the night.

Bepo had watch later that night, so he went to his room and laid down. Rather than sleep, though, his mind kept returning to what had happened to the shopkeeper. Bepo tossed and turned, imagination playing out the worst possible scenarios for Law over and over. He thought about the wounds Law had tried to hide when he returned from Dressrosa and the haunted looks that crossed his face when Dressrosa was mentioned.

By the time Bepo’s watch was about to start, he was little more than a sweaty, anxious mess. He dragged himself outside and onto the deck, the waxing moon providing his mink eyes plenty of light to find Uni and relieve him. Once his friend had headed off for bed, Bepo prepared to settle in for a few hours but paused when he noticed movement on the Thousand Sunny.

It must be whoever’s on watch, Bepo thought before sitting down. But, a few minutes later, he noticed movement again from the figurehead. That wasn’t where someone would typically take watch from on that ship. With a frown, Bepo stood up and padded to the Tang’s bow and looked across to their allied ship.

Luffy sat on the Sunny’s figurehead, straw hat in hand, looking out toward the sea.

“Straw Hat?” Bepo called softly.

Luffy started then looked over at Bepo. His lips turned up in a feeble smile. “Bear,” he greeted. “Why are you up?”

“Watch.”

Luffy’s lips rounded into an o, and he nodded.

Bepo wondered if Luffy was also on watch, but movement from the crow’s nest—the skeleton—caught Bepo’s eye. If Brook were on watch, then why was Luffy up?

“Are… you okay?” Bepo asked hesitantly, not sure if it was his place to ask.

Luffy looked back at him, and Bepo shoved down the urge to apologize; he was the acting captain of an infamous pirate crew, after all. Luffy studied him for a moment, and Bepo fought not to fidget under the young captain’s scrutiny.

Finally, he let out a breath. “Torao was mad at me after Dressroba. At first.”

Bepo tilted his head, confused by the sudden confession. “Mad at you?”

Luffy shrugged. “He was mad Mingo was still alive.”

Ah. That sounded about right.

“We even got into an argument about it,” Luffy added then huffed a quiet laugh. “Shishishi. We were both so tired and injured that it didn’t last very long, though.”

“Okay…”

“I told Torao that killing Mingo meant he would be doing what Mingo wanted him to do. It would make Torao like him.” He shook his head. “Torao doesn’t think he’s a good person, but he is. And he’s definitely better than Mingo!” he added fiercely.

Bepo felt a surge of affection for Luffy in that moment. He’d long seen the same issues in Law’s self-esteem, and no amount of support from Bepo or Shachi or Penguin or any of their nakama could seem to convince him otherwise. Yet another reason Bepo was thankful Luffy had come into Law’s life.

“He is,” Bepo agreed.

Luffy nodded approvingly at Bepo, which unexpectedly warmed something in Bepo’s chest, before his expression fell. “But Mingo got out and is probably hurting Torao. And it’s my fault. Because I let Mingo live when Torao didn’t want to.” His head drooped. “Torao knew something like this could happen.”

“It’s not your fault, Straw Hat,” Bepo said with conviction. Luffy looked at him in surprise. “The only one to blame is Doflamingo. He’s a sick bastard, and we’re going to find him and we’re going to make him pay. Then he won’t be able to hurt Law or anyone ever again.”

He hoped.

Luffy was silent for a few moments, but then his expression brightened. “You’re right! We’ll do it for sure!” He hopped down from the figurehead with a grin. “Thanks, Bear!”

“Thank you, Straw Hat,” Bepo murmured as he watched Luffy head back inside his ship with a wave to the skeleton in the crow’s nest.

#The plot on this story keeps ballooning on me #Oops?#Trafalgar Law #Monkey D. Luffy #Donquixote Doflamingo #One Piece fic #One Piece fanfic #Caitlin's fic #Bad Things Happen Bingo

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teeztheflag · 4 years

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Wolf!Ateez Reaction to the daily life with their pregnant mate

warnings: strong language, argument, angst, inappropriate behavior, impregnating kink, violence, suggestive

a/n: this is connected to the other wolf!ateez reaction to finding their mate; I hope you like it anon! also I included some action

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k i m h o n g j o o n g

Hong Joong is a natural leader so he would try to plan and control everything including your daily routine. You know he normally wants you safe and sound but now that you’re in the sixth month and your bumb is becoming bigger he doesn’t really realize that the tasks are just too much for you.

Everyone in the town is super happy that you’re giving them a future leader or maybe a little princess. The pack members always want to talk to you or give you presents which made a normal shopping tour impossible by now. You can feel the pressure they’re inflicting on you and for gods sake just want some last months of peace but that won’t be possible with the alpha’s brilliant plan for you.

Today was also an enormous stressful day as all the grannies of your pack planned out a full five hour ceremony for you and the pup. You knew some things in Hong Joong‘s pack would be different but this made you feel uncomfortable like never before.

„Y/N?“ Hong Joong sees his mate crying in the living room your head held between your hands and sobs leaving you occasionally. „What’s wrong?“ He crouches down in front of you on the ground and takes your shaking hands away to see your glassy orbs and reddened cheeks.

„I- I cannot do this anymore...“

„What?“

„The ceremonies and gifts and talks and meetings and - it‘s just all too much!“

„Are you serious? I didn’t know... I mean the ahjummas told me you are just nervous. It’s traditional for the luna - “

„Joong! I am crying in front of you and pleading for some peace and everything you can think about is the pack and your stupid traditions! I am not nervous I just don’t want to stand naked in front of some old ladies who are telling me how to raise our baby!“

The alpha‘s eyes turn into a rich golden color and you can see that his wolf is coming to the surface at your little outburst. An alpha usually doesn’t take any shit but you’re his luna and you are indeed able to stand your point in front of him (also the naked part seems odd to him, too). Hong Joong sighs and takes your hands into his ones.

„I didn’t know it was so stressful for you and our pup. I just wanted to follow the traditions of my pack and forgot about your feelings and well-being entirely... I am really sorry my beautiful mate.“

The alpha takes you into his arms and gives you a kiss full of love. „From now on you can decide for yourself what you want to do and I will try to become a better mate. Our pack loves you, they will understand.“

„Thank you, Hong Joong“

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p a r k s e o n g h w a

Park Seong Hwa was a calm and loving mate. He always dreamed of a family with his beloved one and a pup. When the doctor said you were going to get twins he was lost. Your tummy became so big he always feared it would hurt you in some way but you assured him it was fine.

As Seong Hwa had a reputable family background and Y/N not really you slowly became aware of the possessive behavior of his family. Seong Hwa, too, had something slight arrogant to himself but you could handle it. The gatherings at his on the other site turned into a slight inconvenient time for you.

„A boy and a girl! I am so proud of you!“ His aunt said excited.

„Yes, at least one boy.“ Of course, you already expected Seong Hwa‘s parents to want an heir for their prestigious estate but now you feared for your little girl. Growing up in a family where only your son is loved his grandparents was something you wouldn’t want for your daughter.

Your patience was soon at it‘s limit when he and his family continued praising your boy and almost forgetting about the other pup that was in your tummy.

„I am so proud of Y/N! We are going to have the best boy in the world and - “

„Park Seong Hwa, we need to talk.“ You stood up and everyone went silent when you dragged your mate outside into the garden.

„I know you only want to impress you parents but what do you think is our daughter going to feel as soon as she‘s sitting with us at the table if you continue only talking about our son?“

„I - I didn’t consider that.“

„Why can’t you be happy about our babygirl like you’re when we’re alone? I am a girl, too. We’re not any less than boys.“

„Y/N, you know I would never think like that.“

„But your family does. They only see me as the one who gives you heirs.“

„I think it would be better if you go home.“

„Seriously? You know what, I am really going home. Home as in my parents house. You should start realizing that I am the mother and I won‘t allow you and your family to hurt my family in any way!“

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j e o n g y u n h o

Your and Yun Ho‘s relationship wasn’t easy at all. You being the princess and him one of the rogue leaders made it hard for you to live your romance freely. You often wanted to tell your parents but seeing them fighting the rogues more and more stopped you from your plan. You wanted peace, just like your mate, too.

To end the war between the wolves and rogues meant a mind change and you felt like the moon goddess picked the two of you on purpose. Maybe it was your destiny?

When you met Yun Ho that day to tell him the news about the pup you were having he suddenly changed into his wolf out of excitement and happiness which caused tears out of joy into your eyes.

By now it was inevitable to not tell your parents about your mate. It was the right time and you didn’t tell Yun Ho something about your decision because you trusted the king and the queen.

It was a fatal mistake to believe that - your mother only cried when the king screamed and trashed around and like an insane person he ordered the guards to bring you into a prison and lock you away from the rogue leader until he killed him. What was worse, they planned you to abort the pup and marry you off to another wolf.

Yun Ho soon found out about everything and nearly collapsed at thought of not only you being in danger but their baby, too. He gathered as much pack members as possible and made his way to your estate.

„I am warning you one last time King Y/L/N! You’re going to give me back my mate or I will burn down everything here!“

„Your mate? She’s my daughter and the princess! My blood would never interact with your kind and this scum that is growing inside her is going to die like you!“ That was enough to start the attack leaving Yun Ho taking some of the wolves with him to find you down in the basement.

He once saw you like this before and it nearly breaks his heart only this time it’s worse. You lay on the ground unconscious and beaten when he picks you up and flees out of your kingdom.

„Don’t worry my love. I promise no one’s going to lay a hand on you ever again!“

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„Mh, mine.“ Yeo Sang stood behind you his nose deeply nuzzled into your neck and his arms holding you and your tummy.

„Who?“ You feel him smirk and are sure of it when he raises his head and bites your earlobe a little bit.

„Both.“

Today you were having a big dinner with some of the other alphas and their families again. There was one big long table where everyone sat down and as you and Yeo Sang were mates your families now sit together.

You already had a bad feeling this morning knowing your ex would be there, too, seeing your mate being extremely overprotective since you’re pregnant.

You went to the restroom and when hen you wanted to get back to the others someone stopped you holding your wrist.

„Long time no see. The pregnancy suits you, Y/N.“

„Jong Su.“

You turned around and gave him a shy smile. How everything turned out a few months ago wasn’t in your interest, too. Before you can say anything he nears you and lays his hand on your belly making you slightly uncomfortable.

„That should’ve been mine. This bastard really didn’t wait long to shoot his dna into your dirty little cunt, right?“

„Jong S - “ Suddenly Yeo Sang grabbed the boy‘s hand and smashed it into the wall next to you leaving the boy crying and rolling on to the ground holding his hand.

„You better not touch what’s not yours! I thought I taught you last time?! I swear if I see you in her vicinity one more time I fucking break your neck!“ With that Yeo Sang took your hand carefully and guided you to one of the balconies of the mansion.

„Yeo Sang, I am sorry...“

„Why are you sorry? I love you Y/N and he has no right to talk to you or about you like that!“

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c h o i s a n

There was nothing better for him than seeing his mate with her little tummy standing in the kitchen and baking the cake for a garden party with their friends. San sneaked up behind you and before you could stop him he already stole a berry from your topping.

„Choi San! Hands off!“ You clapped his hand away and laughed out loud when he took a berries and ran away from you.

„Mooowwwrry.“ You stood behind the couch whereas he was in front of you on the other site smirking at you while he choked down the rest.

You lunged forward and luckily he caught you with open arms causing the two of you to land on the couch. He layed on top of you holding him up with one arm and in the other hand still some berries.

„Be careful my love! You cannot be so wild with our pup inside you!“

„Ah, now you’re acting concerned? What’s with my cake, hm?“

„Sshh... - “ He pops one of the red fruits into your mouth and grins at you. When you were about to shove him off you he held your wrist still and smashed his lips onto yours.

„I love you so much.“

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s o n g m i n g i

You could say Min Gi was a little bit overwhelmed with the situation first but fascinated at the same time. You still remember how he asked you how this could happen and you started to explain the intercourse to him leaving the two of you laughing the whole evening.

When he first bought the most ridiculous things like clothes for two genders and 50 packs of diapers he was now doing pretty good. Min Gi calmed down a little bit and started to read books and asked friends for advise. By now you probably didn’t even need to take care about anything because he planned out every detail.

Min Gi and you got closer while exploring the forests in your wolf form. His wolf went crazy everytime he saw your grown stomach - a typical natural instinct of possessiveness. Sometimes he got so excited he nearly climbed you on your trips. He had such a huge wolf so you were afraid that some day he would accidentally crush you.

„Be careful!“

„Ah, I am sorry... I cannot control myself. I think heat‘s coming.“ His wolf let out small whines while he let himself bump on the ground.

„Aish, Min Gi... Please don’t be sad. I didn’t mean it like that and I only think it’s not a very good idea to do it in our wolf forms right now.“

„You mean, human would be ok?“

You cuddled yourself into his side and licked his ears. Suddenly he jumped up and began to heckle like a maniac.

„Then let‘s go home so I can have some fun with you.“

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j u n g w o o y o u n g

Although Woo Young was the wolf prince and his daily life was often spent with office work and meetings he was quite childish when being alone with you. That doesn’t mean that he’s not mature enough but he likes to make people happy and is a friend of positivity.

Oh, and you always knew when he got home because of the sentence: „WHERE ARE MY BABIES?“

Woo Young also resembled the perfect father in your eyes - every evening when the two of you sat down on the couch and watched a movie he told you about all his future goals and what he wants to do with your little son when he’s finally there.

He also helped you a lot when your stomach grew bigger and bigger and took care of the house duties when it became too hard for you.

Maybe the sweetest part of the pregnancy was how Woo Young liked to talk with your tummy. He used every chance to lay his ears on it and feel the little kicks of your pup. His eyes grew bigger every time something happened and he looked so fascinated.

After the tough time the two of you had your mate was able to make you trust him and give you the love and family you never had. All the hate was gone and replaced with harmony and safety.

„Y/N?“

„Oh god, no ‚Where are my babies?‘ today?“ You chuckled at him while planting the roses in your garden. When Woo Young didn’t respond you got up and watched him smirking at you mischievously.

„Just you wait. Someday you’re going to say it, too!“

„My prince stop being a nuisance and help a pregnant girl.“ Your mate grabbed you by your waist and turned you around so your faces were only centimeters apart.

„You’re not some pregnant girl. You’re my pregnant princess and like I said, we‘re meant for eachother and it shows.“

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c h o i j o n g h o

„You’re kidding me.“

„No, you can see it here.“

„Yeah, more like I can see nothing.“

Jong Ho was totally overwhelmed with having a girl instead of a strong wolf boy. He didn’t even consider it beforehand and now reality crashes down on him. A girl? He’s pretty much busy with protecting his mate and now he has to protect two females?

At home Jong Ho enters after you leaving the keys on the side table and watches how you clap your hands and jump a little bit.

„Isn’t this great? The baby is healthy for now and it’s going to be a little girl! We can chose names if you want I already have some ide - “

„You’re really happy?“

„Choi Jong Ho, I know that voice you’re using. What’s wrong?“

„Y/N, you know me. I know there are many other boys like me outside and I am afraid of having a daughter! I don’t want her to meet a copy of myself and that sounds very wrong but I hope you know what I mean...“

„Jong Ho... First you’re not that bad - I mean, you were a big playboy before you met me but, the point is, you changed.“

„Yes, after I met you. When is she meeting her mate? She’s going to make mistakes. She will meet some asshole who breaks her heart before he comes.“

„Well, I wouldn’t say that you were pretty nice to me before my birthday but that doesn’t matter anymore. And don’t believe you are the only guy, I had my experiences and they make us stronger. It’s okay, that’s life. Why don’t you use your fear to turn her into a strong and confident girl?“

„You think I am able to?“

„Of course. I believe you can do everything. You made me fall in love with you if that’s not proof enough I don’t know what’s then.“

With that you both start laughing and he whispers a small ‚okay‘ while you give him a peck on his pouting lips.

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Mutants, and Magic, and Stones, Oh My

Summary: After the fighting stops, and everyone returns to the mansion to get back to their semi-normal lives, they meet an unexpected guest.

Requested: No? But also yes, by an anon

Request:Wild card! write whatever you hell you want to read! (or don't, if you don't feel like it)

Pairing: Sean Cassidy X Reader (Sort of. Its hinted at)

A/N: I’ve had this idea in my head for a very long time, but I haven’t seen to First Class movie since… like it came out? So excuse my weird lack of information. This was just a fun idea that I felt like writing, and thank you to the anon for giving me the means to do so! Also, reader is hinted more towards being female, so sorry.

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Stephen Strange stared at you from across his desk. “I’m not angry,” He started.

You groaned in response, “Please don’t do that, ‘I’m not angry, I’m just disappointed’ speech, okay? I get it, I screwed up-”

“By almost destroying the New York Sanctum,” He grumbled back.

“But I didn’t,” You insisted, crossing your arms in a huff.

“(Y/N),” He tilted his head, hands clasping in front of him on the desk. “You’re a smart kid, but I took you on as my personal apprentice under the assumption that you would set an example.”

You threw your hands up, “I have, Doctor Strange,” you insisted, “I’m the best in the entire sanctum, maybe even every sanctum! I never lose a sparring match, I practise every spell given to me until I’ve perfected it, and yet, I make one little mistake, and suddenly I’m a disappointment?”

“I never said-”

“What do I have to do to prove to you I’m taking this seriously?” You asked, eyes wide in an earnest plea.

Stephen pinched the bridge of his nose, and you could have sworn you saw three new grey hairs sprout from his head. He was silent, staring down at his hands, which were now rested flat on his desk. His eyes trailed to you.

He had taken you in as his apprentice on a whim. A car crash, which should have been fatal, instead left you paralyzed from the waist down. He had come to you in the hospital, clad in strange robes and a bright red cape, talking of magic and giving you back you ability to walk. You had thought he was crazy, if not for the demonstration he gave in the middle of your scramble to call a nurse or doctor.

You had accepted without any further fight. If you could get your freedom back, you would take it. So, you studied. Harder than any other apprentice. You weren’t going to take this miracle opportunity for granted. If Stephen told you to jump from a cliff, you would, with the faith that he knew what he was doing, and it would better your training.

So when he pulled the Eye of Agamotto from his neck, you tried not to let your jaw drop to the floor.

“There are disturbances, I can feel it through the eye,” He mumbled. “Something, or someone, is messing with the timeline.”

“And?”

He took a deep breath, sliding the eye across the desk to you, “And I want you to go back and fix it.”

“You-” You stuttered. “You want me to use the eye to go back and stop someone from messing up the past?”

“Yes,” He shrugged. “I would do it, but I have to look after the Sanctum, make sure we can recover from this recent setback,’ He leveled you with a look.

“Are you sure you want me to do it?” You asked, reaching out hesitantly.

“Weren’t you the one just grovelling for forgiveness?” He quirked a brow.

With that, you snatched up the eye, pulling it over your head and letting hang from your neck. The old, brassy metal and glowing green of the amulet contrasted with the white and grey of your robes.

“Take the staff with you,” Was his last fleeting comment, waving you from the room. “When you are ready, come find me in the training arena.”

You walked away, moving to prepare. Your robes, you switched out for more moveable, mission-like clothes. Black pants, tucked tight into brown, wrapped boot. Next came the long sleeved, brown undershirt, which had arm guards wrapped over top, then a darker, short sleeve top. A cloth, which looked like a long strip of bright red material with a hole dead center for her head. You slipped it over, each part hanging down past your knees. A thick, black belt held it all together, with a paler, brown cloth wrapped over top to hide a dagger sheath.

It was a lot of layers, and took you awhile to get on. The final touches consisted of the eye, which was tucked under the red cloth, and the brown straps to hold your staff. At your waist hung a small spellbook.

Stephen was meditating when you showed up.

“Good, you grabbed the book,” He never opened his eyes. “You will need it, seeing as you wont have access to the Sanctums where you are going.”

“Which was going to be my first question,” You said. “Where am I going?”

“1962, New York,” He said. “What do you know about mutants?”

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“Come on, Alex,” Sean smirked.

The blonde shook his head, “I am not helping you push Hank off the roof as payback,” Alex pushed the redhead away.

“But he deserves a taste of his own medicine,” Sean was adamant that this was fair play, despite the slight flaw to his plan.

“Hank doesn’t have the ability to fly, Cassidy,” Alex stood from his spot on the couch, moving towards the exit to the sitting room.

“So? I couldn’t fly when he pushed me,” Sean snarked.

They walked through the almost empty halls of the mansion. Despite Charles’ claims that they would soon have students wandering the halls, it was still quiet even weeks after the incident on the beach. Charles hadn’t quite recovered yet, and those who still remained in the mansion were hesitant in thinking he ever really would.

From down the hallway, Hank turned the corner, Charles beside him in his wheelchair. Sean was about to open his mouth to snark at the tall brunette in a lab coat, when a commotion outside hit his ears. A glance out the window from the four pairs of eyes left them all speechless.

In the gravel of the driveway, to the right of the fountain, was carved out by a large crater. It looked like a meteor had hit, despite no previous signs, and no fire. From within the crater, a green glow spread out.

The four glanced at each other.

“Uh, Professor…” Alex whispered.

“I don’t know,” Was Charles' answer to the unasked question. “Let us find out, shall we?”

Outside, there was no scent of smoke or fire. Instead, a metallic tang on electricity hung in the air, the tingle setting everyone’s arm hairs on end. The light from within the crater faded.

A hand appeared, grasped onto the ledge of the crater. Their palms were caked in dirt, but the back of their hand was surprisingly clean.

From within the crater, you grunted, cursing out Stephen in whatever language came to mind--even the more ancient ones. With great effort, and the use of already sore muscles, you pulled yourself from the hole your impact into the year made.

Upon rising from with depths, you locked eyes witha group of very shocked men. You must’ve looked crazy, with your old-looking robes and metal-tippedstaff. The glowing green necklace probably didn’t help.

“Hi,” You said awkwardly, “One of you wouldn’t happen to be Charles Xavier, would you?”

One of the older members of the group, who was in a metallic wheelchair, raised a hesitant hand. You smiled, sighing.

“Great, that makes my job way easier,” You joked. “I’ll be quick, but I’m from the future, someone from my time is trying to change this past, and I’m here to stop it.”

The redhead, standing stock still in the front, choked out an odd noise. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, as he collapsed.

“...oops,” You shrugged.

When Sean Cassidy came too, he could’ve sworn he had died and gone to heaven. You hovered over him, a pale yellow light emitting from the sigils you created over him. You smiled, hesitant and almost guilty.

“Sorry about all that,” You said. “Didn’t realize how shocking it would be if I just unloaded all of that.”

You were in one of the many sitting rooms, Sean sprawled out on the ugly, floral print couch. His head hurt, but the pain was quickly subsiding with every pulse of light from the sigils.

“What…” He trailed off.

You followed his eyes, seeing the confusion, “Oh, I guess I explain to the others, but not to you. I’m a… magician, of sorts. These are healing spells, I hoped they would help.”

“Magic,” Sean whispered, eyes wide.

You nodded.

“Are you a mutant?” He asked.

With a laugh, you shook your head, “No, I was human, up until about a year ago,” You explained.

The symbols disappeared, a smile stretching onto your face, you mumbled an ‘all better’, before helping him sit up.

“I feel bad that I made you pass out though,” You said.

“It’s fine,” Sean smiled. “At least I have a good nurse.”

Alex came strolling in at that moment, the calm mood rupturing with his loud steps. His blonde hair, which had previously been combed and well kept, was now sticking up in odd places.

“Professor wants to speak with you,” Alex said to you.

You nodded, shooting one last smile to Sean, before getting up to leave. As you rounded the corner out of the room, Sean spoke up.

“Am I hallucinating?” He asked his friend.

Alex chuckled, patting him on the back harshly, “No,” He sent him a sly look. “You really did pass out in front of the pretty girl from the future.”

“God dammit.”

#xmen first class #xmen imagine #xmen oneshot #sean cassidy #sean cassidy x reader #sean cassidy imagine #sean cassidy oneshot

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fortheheavenssake · 5 years

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💜💜 PG MM Anon 💜💜 Interpretation Collection - 7

Anon said:

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💜💜🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻💜💜

MM Anon

MM ANON (DISCLOSURES)…… A presidential doe in the head-lights/sound/ camera …… POC ?……we’re just-ice wild about Harry…… 🎼 O Island in the second son 🎼…… NO’ there’s bigger fish …… “We’re gonna need a deeper hole”………the royal black-mail…… a reluctant Mantis …… “but it’s non-bloody-profit”…… fishing for chips ……… “For the greater good dear”…… disclosure beckons.

We have an additional word today, Disclosures….is that meaning big news and the end is nearer? We have thought quite a few times the end was near. I think due the historical nature of all that has happened, continue to happen, there may be several different ‘endings’ at different times. For example we haven’t seen mm in public for quite some time, yet her PR churns out gruel as if from a Dickens novel!

A presidential doe in the head-lights/sound/ camera

Doe in the headlights Is someone caught in a state of paralyzing surprise, fear, or bewilderment. Likened to the tendency of deer to freeze in place in front of an oncoming vehicle. So the phrase lights/sound/camera are filming words, lights/camera/action. So who is the presidential doe??? MM ANON could have said deer in the headlights which is most common but she said doe as in female. Someone’s female partner has become privy to some very startling videos in which she sees her presidential partner in , l won’t say further, we all know what l am talking about. Who is the presidential person??? I am not even giving initials, l don’t want a lawsuit thank you, or worse.

POC?

Person of Color, not colour, this is the American spelling. Is this direct part of the previous clue? Than it’s blatantly obvious who is being referred to! My, oh my!

we’re just-ice wild about Harry

Old song l’m just wild about Harry, Harry’s wild about me, LOVE old songs and films! In this case, play on words is justice. In Harry working covertly overtly, my fave phrase l coined lol a few riddles ago. Or has he fallen in with the dark side and will be in criminal trouble like the rest. I believe he would never betray his granny, HMTQ. I think he has been and continues to work hard on the side of justice! He needs a red cape to fly? SuperHarry!

🎼 O Island in the second son 🎼

Dolly and Kenny, love this song too Islands in the Stream….great song and collaboration! Second Son" is a short story featuring Jack Reacher, a fictional character created by British author Jim Grant. JE brother ME is a year and a half younger therefore second son, he now inherits the Island and all its horrors. Who would want it? Bulldoze it and leave it to nature. Harry is also the second son, he has no involvement in JE, however the backers that set him up and paid for mm may well have been.

NO’ there’s bigger fish

So, PA will be left to be, there are bigger fish to fry as the phrase goes. My goodness , l can’t get the actual use of presidential doe, out of my head. Rumours for years but what all is coming to light regarding public officials, politicians, people with immense wealth?!

“We’re gonna need a deeper hole”

Again with the JAWS reference. Bigger hole to bury all the filth they are uncovering. I don’t think this is meant literally, it’s to give us an idea of just the reality of the world tilting on its axis a bit once all names are public. But even then, l am sure some will remain undisclosed.

the royal black-mail

The Royal Mail is the official post, as ours in Canada Post. So here we have it, attempts to blackmail the BRF! This all started planning years ago. Go take another peak at the photos from IG, where mm, dr and ma present Harry with news. It’s obvious in those photos! There is also yet here another colour reference, was that intentional??

a reluctant Mantis

Mantises are insects with elongated bodies may or may not have wings, but all have forelegs that are greatly enlarged and adapted for catching and gripping prey; their upright posture, while remaining stationary with forearms folded, has led to the common name praying mantis.

Mantises were considered to have supernatural powers by early civilizations, including Ancient Greece, Ancient Egypt, and Assyria. A cultural trope popular in cartoonsimagines the female mantis as a femme fatale. Mantises are among the insects most commonly kept as pets.

Well we know who our femme fatale is, however she is anything but reluctant. Who is the reluctant Mantis??

“but it’s non-bloody-profit

This is PP, anytime l see the word bloody l think of him😄. This is PP definitely referring to the Sussex Foundation and that Foundations and any link with work the royals do, is NOT FOR BLOODY OR OTHERWISE PROFIT,,

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fishing for chips

🎣 fishing for chips, poker chips, microchips? Whose doing the fishing or is it Phishing?

“For the greater good dear”

Decisions and choices must be made for the greater good of the Monarchy even if it means family members pay deep deep consequences for behaviour. ?PA ?PH depending what happens.

disclosure beckons

Disclosure will soon be forthcoming, if l read all these clues right, this may well all be out before Prince Harry’s birthday on the 15th. The sell by date has long past, the truth all of it needs to come forth!

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

Fantastic PG…I would like to point out PA is also a second son. This is really interesting…thank you PG! So appreciate you doing this!🙏🏻💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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Sorry it’s so late we had massive t storm at night and hail. Just able to get online a wee while ago.

MM Anon

MM ANON … a trending treasure …… “ how many bloody grey suits does one need”…… “ read this babe ,and try to sound sincere “… SS will delete the mistake …… “What do think? I’m calling it ‘A royal Pregnancy ‘…… “Yes, with Brad and Leo” George is directing …… Push commercial!!!…… “Just do it Harry!!!”……… “first f#@ing day at school” Ahhhhhh!!…… “£#@ Balmoral,and £#@& Sandringham.” 💄💋👄👠👜💍🥑🍹🍾……… tabloid revenge

💜💜🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻💜💜

A trending treasure

First day of school, DandDOC took Prince George and Princess Charlotte to school, he returning, for her, it was her very first day. My what a handsome family, Catherine looked beautiful with new haircut and colour. Our Charlotte is really growing up, her face has matured. She is a beautiful young lady, George is handsome, as we used to say, they will be heartbreakers few years from now. The photos are stunning and we thank William and Catherine so much!! For sharing this beautiful moment with the world 💜😊💜

how many bloody grey suits does one need?

We have all noticed the trend by now, old dim grey suit for any non-official appearance and well put together suit for official appearance. It’s more than a coincidence, it’s definitely PH screaming at us take note! Take note!Harry, please know we have taken note! We believe in you! We know you are covert! We love 💜🙏🏻 and pray for you!

“ read this babe ,and try to sound sincere “…

This is mm writing the script with instructions on how she wants him to read it/sound.

SS will delete the mistake

SS, Sunshine Sachs, PR company covers ills using worse ills. She is relying on them to make it all better voila. Them , using methods they allegedly employ, scare me beyond belief. Dark just got darker, and l am not referring to skin tone!

What do think? I’m calling it ‘A royal Pregnancy ‘

Oh my, has she plans for another ‘royal tour fakenancy? Oh, l couldn’t stand another sight of bump cradling, I will go stark raving mad!

“Yes, with Brad and Leo” George is directing

What is this now? She in a film role with the above named? Is this true? Or more of her fairy dust. Brad has been to rehab and has returned from the hell, that was his life with AJ, another fauxmanitarian, birthing his children and adopting in third world countries. Mm in a film with these, believe it when l don’t see it because well,@ l can’t go to movies because of my health 🤣, but seriously l wouldn’t pay a penny for that film. Will never happen.

Push commercial!!!

Pushing in the papers how much commercial flying PH actually does, this is all a distraction, every issue like this is noise, look over here, not there…please let’s look there, see what evil machinations she has continued with. SS of all , again as l said yesterday, the Nazis had an SS as well

“Just do it Harry!!!”

People want him to end it, assuming he is in charge.PH will continue until the need is no longer there, he is serving HMTQ! Remember what l said yesterday about his wedding ring, that’s no ordinary ring. Most British men, royals and friends l have there, men don’t wear wedding bands. So why does Harry? Think about it, remember what l said yesterday about that ring, it’s no ordinary ring folks!

“first f#@ing day at school” Ahhhhhh!!

Self pitying woman, jealous of a beautiful family and children, something she will never have. Catherine turned up with gorgeous new hair, looking gorgeous at 8 a.m. WOW!we love them, but how she loathes them love wins💜💜❤️💜💜

“£#@ Balmoral,and £#@& Sandringham.”

This is her opinion of these two private homes of HMTQ. These are privately owned homes, by HMTQ. This is her exact opinion because SHE HAS NEVER NOR WILL BE invited into HMTQ private residences! Full stop!

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All gussied up and nowhere to go, what we used to say. Is this popping champagne et al getting ready for an African tour? She has no clue. Is she having a surprise interview with Ellen to air on tv?

tabloid revenge.

Tabloids and main newspapers have stopped any use of Duchess title, she is mm. There have been countless stories but SS and the behind the scenes Hollywood scheming is huge news and no amount of SS is going to make this go away. If she was hated before, oh to quote MMANON “ you ain’t seen nothing yet!”

Fantastic job PG….thank you so very much…..😊❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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💜💜🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻💜💜

This late afternoon when l finally got moving l read incredulous things. I think we are finding things never thought and by an unforced on HRC’s behalf. Why come out of the shadows and tweet unveiling herself?? Thank you MM ANON and LG for your never ending work on behalf of HMTQ and British solidarity. I sense as Brexit gets closer more bizarre unexpected names will rise from the depths of the mire. God bless and keep you 🙏🏻🙏🏻💜

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

MM Anon

MM ANON … Bumbling along …… “( no Ice in my coke”)…… embrace the crowd …… they love me…… TV ‘ it’s a cake walk …… I’m not a royal pawn…… that’s what nanny is for …… the coverage darling,the coverage. …… F#@£ those small minded Brits…… while I’m in control ……… “ But! Nobody knew …… tell SS to put out a denial …… Di knew we’re the bodies were buried ‘ and so do I!! ……🎼 welcome to the Hotel… 🎼

Bumbling along

Bumbling is acting in a confused or ineffectual way; incompetent manner. Is this how they want us to see Harry? Certainly there has been a very domineering intense effort to role switch, she as the royal , he as the plus one. Let’s be certain, Harry is not bumbling, he is in , quite literally the fight of his life, the fight for the Monarchy. The bumble dating app has aligned with Smart Works. $$$$£££££€€€for who?..

“( no Ice in my coke”)

Flying first class commercial, can’t use any substances. Playing on words to flight attendant. Poor pet, that was one major reasyfor flying private but was never given publicly as an excuse. But we’re dumb Brits/Commonwealth we would never think that!WRONG😡 not only do l think it, l know and believe it!

embrace the crowd

Oh embrace the millions of Americans who adore her and will be lining the streets to welcome her home and praise her for all her hard work! 🦗 crickets do l hear 🦗 crickets? Yep no cheers only 🦗 crickets.

they love me

She is so delusional, she really truly believes she is loved and adored in America. Most people there don’t have a clue who she is. Nor do the care.

TV ‘ it’s a cake walk

Oh my, l hope this isn’t a reference to the interview with Ellen rumour. Maybe hoping to meet with her team tonight. Now which team OS that hmmm??? HRC lives in Westchester, NY.

I’m not a royal pawn

She feels that doing anything royal, which was her chosen duty when she married , she is being used. She wants nothing to do with royalty except the fun parts with diamonds, private jets, Givenchy etc.

that’s what nanny is for

Any questions leaving amw, as he is too young and fragile to fly to Balmoral, the nanny can look after him while she is in America.

the coverage darling,the coverage.

The coverage she will get, tv camera will be on her not Serena. Tennis players as are stage actors, notoriously superstitious! I think since Serena lost the last time madam was present, l would assume the last thing she wants is a repeat of that. She has also made a very public concerted effort to remove herself from the friendship. Ie when asked what baby advice she had…you remember that if you saw that. It would not surprise me at all, if madam did this without any consultation with her ‘bestie’ or her managers.

F#@£ those small minded Brits

Her, AND HER BACKERS!!!! Have exactly that attitude about each and every British citizen and by extension Commonwealth citizen. Folks, this is way way deeper of a plot and goes to levels once thought implausible, but that tweet today, that sent it over the edge.

while I’m in control

She seems to think she has the power and control. LG is giving her a few more inches of wiggle room, let her show , l do think the tweet today brought out in public a backer no one could ever have thought. What is going on? If a foreign national marries and tries to undermine the politics of the country she is not a citizen, that is tantamount to treason.

“ But! Nobody knew

Here l shall say, nobody knew HRC was a backer. I have a strong hunch HMTQ and LG and his team know every backer. But as far as l know, nobody had even mentioned her as a possible, her husband involved with JE. Something always thought odd, how such a woman of power stood by a man who so publicly humiliated her. I still can’t, but their mutual lust for power and control supersedes anything.

tell SS to put out a denial

Is this the whole anti-nanny thing? Have them deny that? Why? When there are a zillion other issues , PR lies, just in the last week!

Di knew we’re the bodies were buried ‘ and so do I!!

She still feels she has secret info on the royal family, and maybe she does, but whatever, she is wielding it like a hammer to get her way. Let’s reassure ourselves, this is LG, working with the worlds elite services, they do not suffers fools lightly, HMTQ as well.

🎼 welcome to the Hotel… 🎼

From The Eagles Hotel California, where you can never leave, like the mob, it’s for life. The ship she has tethered herself to, is a lifetime deal, and she has been so blinded by desire for fame, she has become infamous and she will have to answer to her backers because she changed the agenda!! For selfish reasons!!

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

Thank you so much PG! Fantastic! And the bubbling app and Smartworks.? Wow! 🙏🏻💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

I’m going to say it…I am…a dating app? I’m guessing goes deep into all kinds of things…

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MM Anon

MM ANON … Jorges@ros… Thestarchamber… the puppet master maker…the puppet master … the puppet … the strings of PR……A Supreme Monarchy …… A future family … an American sidewinder…🎼”start spreading the news”🎼…… 🎾🎾🎾😱😱😱…… “WHAT!! Bloody New York”…… “September is a wicked month”…… hidden beneath a dress uniform.… BRIDGE-OF SIGHS.

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Jorges@ros

This l can only find a fellow who works for IBM Cloud services. Might this relate to the Bumble app that our girl and her pals are so vested in!? I really do not know l am sorry.

Thestarchamber

1983 film Judge Steven Hardin is discouraged by the failures of the legal system after seeing hardened criminals go free on technicalities. Acknowledging Hardin’s perspective, his peer, Benjamin Caulfield introduces him to the Star Chamber, a secret organization that condones vigilante action in cases where justice has not been served. However, when the cabal sentences two criminals to death, and Hardin finds them falsely accused, he clashes with the powerful group.

We have long believe a cabal is behind the whole planting of mm and the plan was but she took it much further ie child, merching etc. HRC Instagram revealed her as a part of this group of backers. I feel like l am repeating myself but it’s important! We did not know this until yesterday!

the puppet master maker…the puppet master … the puppet

So what was the impetus for this sudden trip to NYC? Tennis? REALLY. SW has been publicly distancing herself and lost the last time she attended. Not a good thing. The puppet, mm, puppet master? MA,Puppet master maker HRC, GC,RB,LR? I am certain this trip suddenly was arranged by SS, l don’t believe she flew commercial because no one saw her, no photos, didn’t happen. The purpose of the trip on the surface is tennis so she will attend that. She will have had either in person, FaceTime meetings with likely, SS, lawyers, agents, her backers for Sure!!! All under the guise of watching her friend lose again. Oops!😮Hey l’m 🇨🇦,l am rooting for our girl!! The extra benefits of this trip is the recreation, sniff sniff, gulp gulp, etc you get the idea!

the strings of PR

SS is now on board. If you believed no PR before, for sure believe none now! It’s going to get really down and dirty. I pray to a God they don’t go after the Cambridges and their family!!!🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻. Be prepared for public misinformation, manipulating, lies like never before.

A Supreme Monarchy

The Monarchy has reigned supreme for over 1200 years and wants to stay that way. There is a well long planned effort to manipulate and possibly destroy it. We must stand firm in our unwavering support of HMTQ. PLease support her and her family, LG and his team in prayer.🙏🏻

A future family

Talking about adopting an African child, but l truly wonder since she did that bump cradling might she do that on this tour as well. Or might she use morning sickness as excuse to get out of an unglamorous tour?

an American sidewinder

🐍 This is definitely the Instagram by HRC yesterday revealing herself publicly as a backer. The nerve of encouraging a foreign national to interfere in the country’s political and upset the Royal procedure. The utter nerve!! The person who represents U.S. interests in the U.K. is the official U.S. Ambassador. What is she playing at. More information for LG, however he probably already knew. They are far ahead of us, knowledge wise of the facts, we know that

🎼”start spreading the news”🎼

The song New York,New York is where she is. Supposedly flew commercial, no photos or reports that l could see in scan of the paper.Did she really fly commercial? Or did SS arrange something more private? That’s just me being suspicious because l believe nothing she puts out.

🎾🎾🎾😱😱😱

Surprise at the U.S. Open. How will she present? I am guessing perfect hair, designer clothes etc etc. SS is on board now. Her public appearance will be vastly different now,,no more rats nest hair style. IMHO.

“WHAT!! Bloody New York”

Utter shock by HMTQ and PP that she has done this flight to New York. She continues to defy everything.

“September is a wicked month”

MM ANON has used this previously, sort of. August is a Wicked Month is a novel by Edna O’Brien. If you recall it’s about a woman so dissatisfied with her husband and life that she leaves for a different city. Will our madam leave be the same? No way, she is staying ‘royal’ $$$$$€€€€£££££ were it a regular person, the IRS would have been waiting and a return to the U.K. without a visa would never be allowed re-entry to the 🇬🇧. They are looking to hook bigger fish, she is a small minnow despite the damage amount she has wrought .

hidden beneath a dress uniform

Dress uniform? Whose dress uniform? I don’t recall seeing Harry or William recently. Is this reference to the kilts at Balmoral and the Highland Games?

Is this reference to SW uniform at the tennis? I just am not certain at this point what this means.

BRIDGE-OF SIGHS.

The Bridge of sighs is a bridge in Venice, Italy. The enclosed bridge is made of white limestone, has windows with stone bars, passes over the Rio di Palazzo, and connects the New Prison (Prigioni Nuove) to the interrogation rooms in the Palace. The view from the Bridge of Sighs was the last view of Venice that convicts saw before their imprisonment. The bridge’s English name was from the suggestion that prisoners would sigh at their final view of beautiful Venice through the window .

Why all upper case? Will there or has there been a lot of interrogation? Or has there been a chase since HRC unforced error of that Instagram post. Certainly obviously, this woman/situation has caused a lot of sighs, frustration, tears, anger etc.

I wonder if our Cambridges are very stressed and sighing as well. Didn’t they look splendid on the first day of school?,

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

Thank you so very much. Great job! 🙏🏻💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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Wow l am overwhelmed. No one said anything bad, it’s just me being self critical when after it’s done, l see mistakes in spelling or oh l should have seen that it’s so obvious now,

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MM Anon

MM ANON …… Bloomsbury NY. ……MADISON AV. …no after party …… 🎼” I’m sitting at the railway station”🎼…… “ missed you,Thank you Markus darling”……… I’m trapped …… Him!!! ‘he’s pale and stale”…… I’ll be back ‘SOON!! …… “This isn’t Downton Bloody Abbey”…… “let her stew, old thing”…… LG gave me the SP…… Duck all in a row ‘ sort off?…… “Him!!!! He’s in the $h!t”… no going back now!!

Bloomsbury NY

BLoomsbury is a part of West End London, Coventry Garden also. However it is a major publishing house, in America. I wonder if she had a meeting regarding the children’s book there had been some talk of a while ago. I also wonder if she is being offered a book deal on a more personal level, then l would think the company would be one that could afford her price tag for a book of that sort.

MADISON AV.

The main advertising businesses , PR firms run along this street in NYC,NY.

Were there meetings or representatives while she was there?

no after party

She certainly was not at all welcomed at the tennis yesterday. In fact it appeared no one spoke to her, she looked completely alone, sadly alone. When she attempted to talk to Serena’s mum she was completely ignored. They didn’t want her there, bad luck and she was. At times near tears, at times talking to herself, sad, sad. Certainly no invitations to after party since Serena lost, and l doubt she felt like a party and l especially doubt she felt like doing it with a jinx who she has been trying to extricate from friendship for some time now.

🎼” I’m sitting at the railway station”🎼

Homeward Bound, Simon &Garfunkel,, you know it, endless one nighters, performer who just wants to go home. Is she finally, seeing a bit of reality? She looked so sad and pathetic yesterday, certainly different than her last visit to New York.No half million dollar party, designers clothes, surrounded by wealthy friends etc etc. She looked a pitiful soul, unkempt hair, alone, l am sure she had security but nothing like we have seen. Does she just want to dump it all and go home? Well it’s far far too late now.

“ missed you,Thank you Markus darling”

No show, she didn’t see him at all. I don’t know if he was even in NYC. Nothing in the paper l read about MA, JM, LR, PCJ, any of her usual besties for a NYC party. I do have a feeling though, because of the massive negative results of the billion dollar baby shower, she saw friends of the down low, oh that word again, l feel twenty years ago when we said that all the time 🤣🤣🤣🤣 even abbreviated to dl , how old am L?😗😗😗😁😂😂😂😂. I am certain 110% even without photos, she saw him, or someone close at Soho, for sniff sniff sniff, gulp, gulp, gulp, aah aah aah😮😮😮😮😮😮😮. I hope that translates!

I’m trapped

She is trapped! But of her own greed and volition. She has made many many poor life choices. This one due to greed and she went beyond the original agenda. Let’s see how her return to the U.K. goes. Will she have a VISA. of course she has magical visas.

Him!!! ‘he’s pale and stale”

She wanted British male, pale and stale with£££££££££££? This reference, SORRY SIR , is DEFINITELY her reference to LG, she does not like being controlled or having rules because she thinks she’s above that. LG SIR, please continue, carry on.😁

I’ll be back ‘SOON!!

She insinuating return to America ? Or quick return to London with fresh six month VISA in hand ready to hit the ground running in SA. Oh l can hardly wait to see her on thatbtour🤣🤣😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂, if yesterday was any indication kids we are in for some great fun. SpongeMeg get ready!!!

“This isn’t Downton Bloody Abbey”

British Royal life is NOT Downton Abbey. Well it probably was at the time early 20th century. But we are 2019, expectations are there? This again given the tone and wordage comes from dear dear PP.

“let her stew, old thing”

No sympathy, no ££££€€��€$$$, she is not part of the BRF. Let her lay in the bed she made, feel the consequences of her decisions.

LG gave me the SP

LG has given the scoop , on the dl, the crack, whatever slang, Scotland we said the crack🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣Memories 🙃. So who did he give it to mm? Or MM ANON to share with us? Hey l am doing my best and today l won’t cry if l get something wrong🤨 or forget something.

Duck all in a row ‘ sort off?

So all is arranged, almost, God please🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 be she gone by Harry’s birthday the 15 th. But more importantly, let them have every duck in a perfect rom so charges stick, there is a conviction!! Or another idea, given the extremely detailed SA itinerary, which seems unusually detailed and written at this stage, maybe this means the SA tour . But l hope the first is the right answer!

“Him!!!! He’s in the $h!t”

PH, poor dear, he’s getting lots of blow back from the media. It’s all the role he’s playing, service to the Realm, HMTQ, so in that he bears the negative criticism. Let’s do remember to pray for him and HMTQ.🙏🏻

no going back now!!

We are all a product of the choices we make in our lives to most regards barring illness etc. But we all know so much that she has done, and has done since the marriage ish day. There is no turning back ever. She has danced with the devil, still is, and trying to make money and changing the agenda is a very very dangerous dance!

💜💜🙏🏻THANK YOU EVER SO MUCH MM ANON AND FOR YOUR KIND WORDS YESTERDAY🙏🏻💜💜

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

Amazing job! Thank you dear PG!🙏🏻💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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If we were meant to be

Pairing: Saeyoung (707/Seven/Luciel) x MC Genre: Angst. Disclaimer: None. A/N: My first scenario with Saeyoung, thank you Anon-san! I am so so so sorry for the delay, I have so much work and everyday it gets worse, God Seven save me (╥﹏╥) For those who do not know, the Hanahaki disease (花吐き病 in Japanese) is a fictional disease where flowers grow inside the character’s organs when they suffer from unrequited love, making them cough up petals. It can end in various ways… More or less depressing ways lol

It seemed as if his fingers were about to break. They felt heavy, like cement had infiltrated his cells. It became even more challenging to move them on the keyboard when he became conscious of it. But he was used to it. A drained hand rubbed unconsciously his eyes. They were red, dry and burning. It was harder and harder to stare at the screen without feeling the agonizing cries of his exhausted body. He would not listen, anyways. It may have appeared as if his actions were precisely calculated but, really, he was just on automatic mode. Therefore, when he kept on glancing at her, it was not even something he was fully aware of. She seemed pale, a little more tired than the day before and he wondered if it was not getting worse by hours. At first, he feared a post-traumatic syndrome since she had to encounter his brother in such circumstances. He watched her closely and saw nothing more than sadness hidden being her usual cheerful personality. Thus, he partly reassured himself by thinking that she just had to be terribly tired, still because of the last events. However, when she went for the third time to the bathroom, that evening, looking as if she was about to throw up, he became immersed by concern. His knees joints creaked in pain when he got up and went for the door, knocking on it while preventing his applied strength from showing his stress.

- Are you okay in there?

She barely hummed in a choked sound and he was more than displeased by her answer. In that sense, he knocked with more determination, eyebrows frowned as his eyes were clouded by a dark instinct.

- Open that door, I want to see for myself if you are okay.

Nothing. He hated that feeling. Some sort of morbid presage crawling on his back before incising his neck so it could enter underneath his skin and eat his flesh and bones. It felt as if his blood was a corrosive liquid, burning him from the inside and he swore he never felt closest to fear. He precisely knew she was not alright. There was something he had no knowledge of but had to find out. He had to make sure she would be okay. He would not let her get hurt.

- I swear if you do not open the door I wi-

Without making any sound, she opened the called door before her eyes acknowledged the feet waiting at thirty centimeters from the floor as if ready to bash the entrance of the bathroom.

- Were you going to kick that door open? I should have waited inside just to see that.

She forced a gleeful laugh but Luciel perfectly heard how her voice was plain and rusty. Had she really been throwing up? She ate almost nothing for the past day and if this was a fact, it was getting dangerous. As she was about to step outside of his line of sight, he blocked her way. She could have feared the somber glare he offered her if she did not know what was hidden behind. Luciel was a mystery of blaze and tenebrosity and few were those who witnessed the broken darkness that truly crumbled his entire being.

- What were you doing?

His voice was far from the one everybody was used to. It was deeper, like more mature because there were no traces left of playfulness; but, moreover, it felt too offish. Why would she never listen to him?

- ... Peeing? She answered with discomfort and avoidance while rubbing her hands together.

This time his face changed completely. He looked fragile as all the worries he had surfaced on his traits. The fatality almost convinced him there was nothing he could do for her now because he had pushed her too far away. So far she was now keeping the distance herself.

- Do not lie to me, please… I have to know if you have any problem…

Was she being too emotional? Maybe she gave her love too whole-heartedly and that was why she was so sick. Sacrifice was a noble act, indeed. But what would it mean if she just stupidly died? What worth was she giving to her own life if she chose to give it up in the name of a one-sided love? However, she had that illogical conviction that Luciel was worth enough the sacrifice of her existence. She knew part of what he went through since his earliest stages of life and who would dare argue he did not deserve to finally have someone who would do anything for him? Maybe that was truly illogical...

Luciel was getting angrier once again, shifting from capitulation to rebellion. Anyone knew he was not the type of person to lose easily his temper. But here was a different situation. He was worried, and this feeling grew heavier as the seconds passed and his lovely party coordinator kept quieter. He was scared and had no idea how to deal with all those emotions that took a tremendous control of his whole being. People tended to act out of character when they were confronted with unknown internal crisis. Now was the time for him to lose it. She was indeed right when she asked him if he had some gap moe in him.

- Talk to me! What is happening? I cannot help you if you keep acting like a child!

Without realising, he took grip of her shoulders, accidentally shaking her with a little too much brutality. Something her body could not handle anyhow and its reaction froze his thoughts with gelid dread.

She fell unconscious and he barely managed to protect her in his arms. He screamed her name multiple times in a desperate crying sound. What was happening to her? How could he have missed how sick she was if it was already getting to that extend… Carefully, he placed her on the bed and went for a wet cloth as he finally also realized she had a crippling fever. Once more, he had that beautiful opportunity to be the intimate spectator of her delicate figure but she did not look good, now. She was pale with a greyish tint. Her scalp was moist, and her lips were purple. She had never looked more tired. And she was still the prettiest human he ever saw.

He stood by her side all along, until she suddenly woke up and vomited at the side of the bed. That was when he understood what she had. Petals still stuck against the walls of her throat made her sound like a dying animal and he ran to get her a glass of water but panicked as she threw up once more. He heard about that disease. It was so rare, most people thought it was some urban legend made to scare teenagers and prevent them from falling in love instead of focusing on their studies. How could she get it if he loved her? He loved her! Was that because he kept on pushing up away and she grew convinced of her one-sided love? Now he was angrier at himself than ever. Unexpectedly, tears ran on his cheeks, crashing on hers, as he pitied himself for repeating mistakes after mistakes. He loved her. He loved her more than anything else. It seemed as if he was meant to break anything he tried to keep a distance with. Maybe… Maybe leaving Saeran and trying to do the same with her were terrible ideas… Maybe he should have stayed no matter what. Maybe his presence would have been a greater protection. He could not make the same mistake with her.

The next second, his lips pressed against hers. If leaving was his error than, this time, he would stay. He would protect her from everything, even from himself; but he would stay. And by avoiding this mistake, maybe he would be able to repair his previous one and save Saeran. He would never leave any of them again.

Yes. This time, Saeran and her would never be left alone again.

#mystic messenger #requested #saeyoung choi #707 #luciel #saeyoung x mc #mysme #angst

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