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Past Lena was a dick.  That was all she could say right now.  The early morning sun was blasting through the opened curtains that she’d been far too preoccupied to close the night before.  She growled, burying her face in Kara’s hair in an attempt to ward off her hangover.  

Kara let out a soft whine, dragging Lena in close.  “Stop moving.”

 “Don’t tell me what to do Danvers…”

Lena watched one of Kara’s blue eyes open and fixate on her, “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll revoke that.”

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  • Guren: So...
  • Yuu: What do you want, Guren?
  • Guren: I was just wondering how you and your vampire slave are doing.
  • Yuu: What the hell, he is my friend, Guren! Stop referring to him like that, it's rude!
  • Guren: *sigh*
  • Guren: Fine... But really, I was wondering... It was working with the other vampires, right? So won't they notice one of them is gone?
  • Yuu: ... I didn't think about that.
  • Yuu: Nah, they probably won't notice!
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  • Krul: Have anyone seen Mikaela?
  • Ferid: Last time I checked, some human grabbed him and ran off.
  • Krul: Oh okay, I was a bit worried since-- WAIT WHAT?
  • Ferid: *shrug*
  • Krul: HOW COULD YOU LET THIS HAPPEN, I'LL HAVE YOUR HEAD FOR THIS YOU USELESS PIECE OF--!!
Bang Yongguk Appreciation Post #9 Fluffy Haired - Request

This was requested by anon, I’m already working on your second request! Please continue to send in requests.

In the beginning I have to say, that this is my definition of fluffy. So some pictures could be for your opinion not fluffy. Also that one is a bit shorter than usual.

None of these pics belong to me so all the credit goes out to the owners!

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A Wild Night in Vegas -- Part 9

Okay. Well. @outlandishchridhe and I said it would be a while before we’d post a new chapter. We might have fibbed a little. Cause well, here’s a new chapter. We used plotting as a reward for getting homework done, which we totally did. And we had far, FAR too much fun plotting and writing this chapter.

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Fraser Bairn Wach: Month 3

Jamie put the finishing touches on the quinoa salad as the door unlocked. Claire hung her keys up and dropped her bag on the floor.

“Why is it so bloody hot here?” she asked, heading to the refrigerator for a bottle of cold water.

While she took a long drink, he went to her bag and pulled out the plastic bag of wet washcloths to rinse and return to the freezer. Claire already had the extra out and pressed against her neck.

“Because it’s July in the desert, Sassenach,” he said with a laugh. “Did ye drink enough water?”

“I did, I promise. What did you make?”

Setting the bowl on the table, he stuck the serving spoon into it and took a deep breath.

“Weel, it’s a quinoa salad wi’ cucumbers and chickpeas, and a light yogurt dill dressing on the side, to use as ye like.”

“That sounds amazing. And it’s cool, oh I do love you Jamie.”

He gave her a soft kiss on her cheek and smiled as she picked up a slice of cucumber from the cutting board. It was true, what they said. Women had a particular glow about them when they were pregnant and his wife was no different.

Claire had gotten through the first couple months of her pregnancy pretty much unscathed as far as morning sickness was concerned. She had heard the horror stories of mornings filled with vomiting and not being able to eat and thought she had made it past the point that it would affect her. She thought that. But sadly, she was wrong.

It came on all of a sudden. Just one bite of the cucumber. One minute she was fine, the next, she was sprinting down the short hallway and into the bathroom to release the food she had just put into her mouth. Jamie, who had been startled from his dinner preparation by her sudden departure, heard the retching coming from behind the closed door and knocked tentatively.

“Sassenach? Are ye alright?”

He heard her gasp before she answered. 

“Yes, I’m fine. Don’t come in! I don’t want you to see this.”

The water came on and he listened while she brushed her teeth. A moment later, she came out, her face still a little flushed.

“Are ye sure you’re alright, Sassenach?”

“Yes, I’m just fine. I’m perfectly alright now. Though, I think I might not be able to make myself eat the cucumbers in the salad…”

“Dinna fash. I’ll pick them out for ye and eat them myself. I made them big chunks, aye?”

She filled a glass with water and began to drink it while he fixed her a bowl without cucumbers. The rest of the evening was uneventful. They snuggled in bed, though he was hesitant to let it go further than that.

In the morning, he set aside a portion of the leftovers from the previous night for Claire’s lunch, taking care to pick out the cucumbers. Then he started getting together a small breakfast for her, knowing she had a very full day between her classes and work. He’d just buttered some toast and set it on a plate when she came out of the bedroom.

“Morning,” she said, grinning at him.

“Morning, mo nighean donn. Are ye hungry?”

“Definitely.”

Steering her away from the plate of eggs he’d fixed, he sat her down at the table.

“We’ll no’ see each other all day and I’ll probably be late wi’ work tonight. Let me feed ye properly, at least.”

Rolling her eyes, she folded her arms and waited. Finished, he filled her plate with the eggs and toast. She took one big bite of the perfectly cooked eggs and her hand went to her mouth. Immediately, he knew she would bolt to the bathroom again by the look on her face. This time he followed her in.

While she gripped the sides of the toilet, he held her hair back and out of her face until she finished retching. The sound of it had him worrying that something was wrong with the bairn. Finally, it was over. She sat back and slumped against the wall, her face covered in sweat.

“Are ye alright?”

“I am now.”

“Do we need to call your doctor? I’m gettin’ worried.”

Shaking her head, she closed her eyes and leaned against the wall.

“Unfortunately, this is completely normal,” she sighed, wiping her mouth and taking his outstretched hand to stand up. “Completely normal. It’s just morning sickness.”

“That doesna really explain you being sick last night though.”

“Well, they call it morning sickness, but really it happens all the time. It can happen any time of day and all through the pregnancy, although I’m really hoping our little one here doesn’t keep making me sick or it’ll be a long 6 months to go.” She smiled as she said this, caressing her very, very small bump. She would throw up every day, and gladly, as long as the baby was safe.

Jamie rubbed her back gently, still worried.

“And you’ll be alright at school? And work?”

“Honestly, I feel perfectly alright now. I’ll take it as easy as I can, I promise. But I’ll be fine.”

She brushed her teeth again and followed him back out. Opting for a bowl of cereal instead of the eggs, she finished and grabbed her lunch bag.

“What’d you pack me today?”

“Leftovers from last night. Wi’out the cucumbers. Picked them all out myself.”

“Such a gentleman you are.”

With a deep bow, he gave her hand a kiss.

“Lord Midnight the Blue, at your service, my lady.”

“I’ll see you tonight, my lord. Try not to break yourself at work?”

“Ye ken I fight the dark forces of Merlin. Sometimes that involves taking a blow. But I’ve got a fine lady of medicine waiting for me at home who’ll tend to my wounds.”

Car keys in hand, she smirked from the doorway.

“Just make sure to sneak her out the back door before I see her.”

He let out a hearty laugh as she left.

Thankfully his show had gone well and he hadn’t left with new injuries. Claire would be pleased. As he pulled out of the employee parking lot, he thought about her struggles with the pregnancy sickness. With a stroke of inspiration, he drove to a grocery store and bought her three red roses.

At home, Claire was bustling around the kitchen.

“You’re home!”

“Aye, I am. Sorry I’m late.”

“It’s alright. You’re here now. Hungry?”

With the roses in one hand, he wrapped his arms around her, presenting the flowers with a flourish.

“Starved. But I’ve a wee gift for ye first.”

“Oh Jamie! What’s the occasion?”

“Weel, I figure you’re about three months gone now, aye? Three roses for three months. I canna do the work for ye or take this sickness for ye, but I can bring ye something to say thank you.”

Turning around in his arms, she put her own around his neck and blinked back the tears.

“I think that’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me. I didn’t think you’d kept such close track.”

“Of course I have, mo nighean donn,” he said, hand over the nearly invisible swell. “This is my child too. I want to keep track of how our bairn’s progress is doing. And to say I love ye more and more every day.”

“I love you too, Jamie.”

Claire set the table and served them both dinner. They ate happily while she regaled him with details from her day, both school and work. Admittedly, he didn’t understand most of the things she said about her classes, but she was happy. That was all he ever wanted.

Dishes in the sink, they cuddled on the couch for a little while. The three red roses sat in a vase on the end table where Claire had put them.

“Ye ken what day it is, Sassenach?”

“Monday?”

He tried to keep his smile down, but he couldn’t. Monday was easily his favorite day of the week for one very good reason.

“Ye ken how ye let me take a photograph of yer wee belly on Mondays?”

Heaving a sigh, she slowly stood and started to walk towards the wall he liked to take the picture against.

“Honestly Jamie, I’m not even showing yet. At most, it looks like I’ve a food baby that’s settled there. I don’t know why you want a picture of it. I just look bloated.”

“I want a picture,” he said, turning her slightly after she pulled her shirt up to reveal her belly to him. “Because I want to watch you and the bairn grow.” He kissed her softly then pulled away.

“I want a picture because my beautiful wife is pregnant and glowing with our wee babe inside her.”

“I’m glowing because my skin is so oily and it’s shining in this light,” she retorted, though she smiled at him when he pointed his phone in her direction, unable to keep her hand from touching her near-flat belly.

“Take yer hand off there, Sassenach. I want to see the belly.” He smirked at her over the top of his phone and took another few pictures. She rolled her eyes at him and stuck her tongue out, but let him do as he pleased. Whether she would admit it or not, she also wanted to see her body grow and change, the subtle swell of her belly get larger with their child.

“And ye are glowing. It’s not just yer face, yer whole body seems more alight. Ye look completely beautiful. It’s not just the look of ye either, ken? There’s something all around ye now. I canna explain it, but it’s there.”

He leaned down and took her lips against his, her face shocked but pleased at his assessment of her.

“I do love you something fierce, Jamie Fraser,” she whispered to him between kisses.

“I love you, too, mo nighean donn. Come on. Let’s go to bed.”

About a week later, Jamie was just getting things out to start on dinner when Claire suddenly pushed back from her desk. She’d been studying for an exam all afternoon on her day off and he’d been trying to give her space. He’d been taking careful note about what different foods set off her nausea and had avoided using them at all costs.

Pulling the refrigerator door open roughly, she began digging through the drawers, muttering to herself.

“How do we have no cucumbers in this whole bloody apartment?!”

Frowning, he opened a jar and set it on the counter.

“Cucumber? The last time ye had any, it left ye puking yer guts out! I havena bought any in a week.”

She stood up and closed the door. He glanced at her just in time to see the tears welling in her eyes. Her bottom lip began to tremble as a red flush started up her neck. When her mouth opened, he thought she might yell. What happened was much, much worse.

“I just… Wanted… B-bloody cucumber…”

Then the dam broke and she shook with intense sobs. For a moment, he stood there in complete shock. His mouth hung open while she wept in the middle of the kitchen. He rushed to her and pulled her close, trying to find a way to soothe her.

“Hush lass, dinna cry. If ye want a cucumber, I’ll go and fetch ye one. Dinna cry, mo nighean donn. I’ll fetch ye a whole bushel if ye wish.”

Slowly, her head came up from his chest, her blue eyes amazingly bright from her tears.

“W-would y-you?” she stammered between hiccups.

“Aye, lass. I’ll go right now.”

“Th-thank you, Jamie.”

Considering her emotional state, he bought as many cucumbers as he could fit in the produce bag at the grocery store.

She was on the couch when he got home, no longer crying, thank God. She looked a little sheepish but, as soon as she saw him, she hopped to her feet and began reaching for the bag.

“No, no, a nighean. Let me wash one for ye first.”

He rinsed and brushed a large cucumber off before turning to the cutting board. Claire stood directly behind him, eyes on the vegetable.

“Christ!” he yelped, moving back. “I didna even hear ye get off the couch!”

Her eyes darted from him to the cucumber and back. When she licked her lips, he nearly threw it at her for fear of losing his own fingers.

“Here! Take the damn thing!”

She held it, staring down at it for a moment. Quickly, she picked up the knife Jamie had been about to use and chopped one end off before taking a huge bite. It wasn’t until she’d swallowed the bite that she looked up and met his eyes.

“I’m sorry, Jamie. These hormones are… I don’t even know what to do with myself. I didn’t mean to start crying like that. I’m sorry I frightened you.”

“Dinna fash, lass. Ye didna frighten me. I worried I’d been an arse somehow and hurt ye. If I’d kent ye wanted them, I’d have bought them at the store today.”

“I know, and I didn’t know I wanted them until I got up from the desk. I promise, it wasn’t you at all. Thank you for getting some. It’s quite good.”

Cupping her face in one hand, he smiled fondly at her.

“All I want is for ye to be happy. If ye need me to get ye cucumbers in the middle of the night, I’ll find some way to make it happen.”

She looked up at him seriously for a moment.

“I want you to be happy too. I feel like sometimes… I feel quite selfish. You do all these things for me and…”

Jamie cut her off with a long, slow kiss. He rested his forehead against hers and waited until she met his gaze.

“Ye do plenty for me, Claire. You come home after long days and make us dinner, you always ken when I need ye, when I’m hurting after work and yer willing to rub my shoulders for me, when ye get up before me to make a coffee for me, ye’re doing sae well in classes and working and growing our bairn. Trust me, Sassenach, going to fetch ye a wee cucumber is but a blip on the radar.”

He saw her eyes get teary again and hugged her close.

“Ye are perfect, mo nighean donn. Yer everything I didna know I wanted until I met ye. Dinna think that yer not worth that.”

He heard her soft sniffle against his shirt and ran a soothing hand down the length of her back.

“I love you,” came a watery voice from below his chin.

“I love ye, too, mo nighean donn. Come on. Let’s having something to eat, aye? Aside from yon wee cucumber there.”

That earned him a small laugh and a thump to the chest, but her eyes shone up at him, filled with wonder at this man who could love her so much.

She helped him prepare the rest of their dinner and they ate cuddled up on the couch instead of at the table, needing to just be close to one another.

When they went to bed that night, right before he drifted off to sleep, arms snugly around her, he heard her whisper, “How did I ever get so lucky as to find you?”

He smiled and searched for her mouth with his, giving her a sleepy kiss before bringing her even closer and pulling her into sleep with him, safe and secure in each other’s arms.

Circumstance (Part 9)

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Emberlei waits by the open window as Cadewyn raises an eyebrow at her. Slowly, she is getting over her shock and regaining her confidence. And at this moment, even though she is dreadfully worried about her sister, Ember is also not above using the knowledge of their bond to her own devices. Which is why she holds her arms out for Cadewyn to pick her up.

He hesitates for a moment and Ember briefly wonders if he knows her secret - she wouldn’t put it past Brexton to tell Cadewyn about her flying abilities - but then he just shrugs and scoops her up. The sensation of his arms wrapped around her is almost too overwhelming for Ember. And she notices Cade’s hold tighten a bit around her too, pulling her closer to his chest.

He looks down at her with a slight smile on his face. Ember realizes that she is close enough to kiss him if she wanted to, the bond slightly pulling at her to just move that extra couple inches, but she doesn’t. She refuses to let the bond force her into loving a man she doesn’t even know, although she feels like she does after the last three weeks of living in his room.

“Let’s go,” She orders, back to her Crown Princess mode. As far as she can tell, Cade doesn’t know about the bond yet and until she has talked to Gusty, she isn’t going to bring it up.

Suddenly, they’re up in the air and Ember’s arms hurriedly snake around Cade’s neck. She would like to say that flying with Cade is no different than flying with Cassian or Brex. But that would be a horrendous lie.

She is desperately trying to ignore the urge to tug the the ends of his hair that tickles her fingers. Ember cannot deny that he is extremely attractive. The dark blue-black hair, defined jawline, firm chest that she is being pulled into at this very moment. And his eyes, well, she has been dreaming of his eyes for years now and still, seeing them in person makes her mind spin. The violet-blue makes Ember realize that this is real. It’s all real.

“You’re staring at me,” Cade accuses, not looking down at her as he flies over the city. 

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A Wolf and a Raven, Part 9

Wolf familiar Shiro escaped from the galra seeking a safe place to recover. He’s led by a raven, Black, to veterinarian Lance’s animal hospital and he accidentally establishes a bond with the kind animal doctor.

a modern-ish/ fantasy au

(Part 1), (tag for this story)

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Loki's Perspective: The Aftermath

Just a small conversation between Loki and Thor’s friends, discussing the banishment. The first thing to notice here is that while Odin realized what Loki was trying to show about Thor, his friends most certainly did not. All they can think about is how unfair it was to Thor to banish him and immediately start making plans to bring him back. 

This is of course mildly annoying to Loki. Through this whole scene, he seems to be thinking, Are you really this thick-headed? It’s his own fault! I can’t believe you would be so blind about him! Loki says “You saw how he was today,” but it’s really to point out that they didn’t. Not really. The idea that Thor is in the wrong never even occurs to them. Even when he’s brought war to the land, Thor is still perfect in their eyes, and Loki thinks they’re idiots for thinking it.

Also in this scene, Loki tells them that he told the guards where they were going. 

Volstagg: How did the guard even know?
Loki: I told him.
Fandral: What?
Loki: I told him to go to Odin after we’d left. He should be flogged for taking so long. We should have never reached Jotunheim.
Volstagg: You told the guard!?

And of course, The Warriors Three immediately act like Loki’s just stabbed Thor in the back by exposing their plans. Loki has to point out that they’d all be dead if it wasn’t for him. Once again, Thor can do no wrong, and Loki can do no right. 

And as soon as he leaves, Sif and The Warriors Three start thinking that he might actually be the traitor, with no facts or evidence other than the fact that he would be able to do it. The fact that he’s a magician is enough for them to think he’d betray the kingdom.

Really lovely friends you’ve got there Thor.

But Thor’s questionable choice of friends aside, Loki has bigger things to worry about. Such as that mysterious business with his hand….

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Give No Quarter IX

You were relieved as you came along the docks to find Thrain’s Fury absent from the line of vessels, though your predicament still hung heavy as you were forced up the ramp of the British warship christened The Mirkwood Rose. The blond major issued orders swiftly to his men as they rallied aboard and stopped beside his second-in-command who extended a telescope towards the horizon.

You were dragged towards the bow, looking past the red-coated major to the distant waters, a distant speck visible against the sinking sun. The officer who held you tightened his grip as you struggled against him but the blond leader’s booming voice stilled you as he turned on his heel.

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Reverse Roles: Ace’s secret

Ace stared at Sabo, watching as the other man relaxed against the railing. The blond had his eyes closed, tense in a way that proved he was ready to jump, a small smile forcefully on his lips.  Everything about him screamed wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

And yet right. 

He was different than before. He wasn’t as confident, wasn’t as strong but he wasn’t broken either. The bond had survived the ordeal, with a lot of scars but he lived, maybe out of pure spite but he made it out.

Eight months. Had it really been eight months since that awful night?

When the bells had rung, Ace had stumbled out of his bed a little confused. He was still a newish commander with only a year under his belt and that bell was rarely used even with the ten years his lived on the Moby. It took him a minute to realize what it was.

When he did, he was one of the first on the deck, sprinting passed his multiple siblings that poured out of their rooms like a well armed and ready army. When he arrived at the scene, the scent of copper was so powerful he almost gagged. 

It’s been years since he last smell so much blood or seen so much. But the amount pooling around Thatch had been horrifying and for one second, one moment of weakness he froze. 

Unsure of what to do, he stood rooted to the spot watching the other commander die.  It was Haurta- the second commander on the scene beside him- that started barking orders to the confused and disorganized pirates. 

Thanks to him Thatch had been saved. Ace had only stood there, what a great commander he was. 

Sure he was strong, but strength isn’t everything a leader needed. Maybe that why he’s been so nervous to take the position when it was first offered to him. He’s been with the family for years, but he didn’t think he was ready to lead them.

It didn’t help that it had been Marco who nominated him.  The first Commander was the one who claimed he was perfect, pointing out his good work as a cabin boy and as a valued member of the crew for the past two years. He stood before the other commanders watching wide eye as Marco sang him praise after praise, and the nods his words created with a little bit of flattered awe.

It made him feel horrible for the small part of his heart that didn’t like the commander.

Ace had a secret. 

For three years he had his eyes on a man that fought against Pops, on a man who was guarded but so very vulnerable, on a man who looked at him like he knew everything about him and yet knew nothing at all.  

On a man who sleeps in the same bed as the First Commander.  Sabo was…amazing, there was no other for the man. Their relationship wasn’t very smooth at first seeing as the blond wanted him to remember a past they shared and he had forgotten. Feelings were hurt left and right eventually, more often than not Sabo’s eyes were dyed a light pink, with puffy edges and he felt horrible about it.

Ace for the first time in his life needed to regain his memories. He had spent seven years of wondering, of questioning who he once was and maybe he wouldn’t like who he may have been but he wasn’t a man who ran away, not even from himself. 

Sure Ace didn’t actively look for answers, at least not as hard as he should have and that’s why even to this day he still couldn’t remember the stories Sabo told him about.

And that hurt Sabo so much. 

Marco always seems to make it better though. Of course, he did. He was the big brother of the crew, if anyone was sad or in need of help Marco would be there. Maybe that’s why Ace didn’t really worry after finding them in bed together. 

He may have overreacted the first time but obviously, they were just sleeping and Marco was known for dragging siblings to bed and force them to sleep, it shouldn’t really have been a surprise.

Ace had been satisfied with letting them get closer.

Then the nicknames started. “Marco’s boy.” Or “Marco’s pretty boyfriend” was coined by Thatch one day after the young blond stumbled into the dining hall late due to arriving very late the night before, wearing a very familiar purple shirt instead of his usual one and it just sort of stuck.

 It boiled his blood to hear his siblings call Sabo that. The blond would flush but laugh the comment off. Ace took it as him saying it wasn’t true and that made him feel better but it didn’t stop the green monster from poking his head and hissing whenever Sabo would go to Marco first.

Wasn’t he the one Sabo lost? Shouldn’t he be the one the blond would be so eager to see?  But no, whenever Sabo came to visit the family on his mini-vacations from the Revolutionary Army the first to know was always Marco.

Sabo told Marco everything, his fears, his dreams, his stress, his enjoyment and even his secret desires, in turn, Marco did the same. Ace knew they did because he once heard them talking when he had been, ugh wandering outside their door. (He may have heard Sabo like North Blue Red wine and well he managed to get a bottle from a mission so he thought the other would like to share it with him)  

There was only one person on the ship he told his frustrations about the blond’s closeness. Luckily Thatch can keep a secret when you asked him to. The other man acted like nothing was happening, but he did tune down the teasing about Sabo’s and Marco’s relationship around him. 

Ace was grateful because sometimes it was hard to know if Sabo and Marco really weren’t together. 

It was a real eye-opener when that secret was almost taken to the grave. 

Ace had sat by Thatch bedside willing his brother to wake. He had been a coma always on the verge of slipping into the never awake stage and the whole family had been terrified of what it could have meant. 

Especially with Thatch’s desperate words right before he slumbers.

“Teach…got….bo…he..lp…bo…” 

The crew had assumed he meant “The enemy got Teach help.” and like the fools they were they wasted time trying to find a lead on the mysterious enemy that held one of their brothers worried out of their minds for that fat traitor.

Months passed until someone spotted Teach somewhere in the Grandline. The family had rejoiced that he managed to get away from the bastard who attacked them- they were still investigating who that might have been- but were puzzled with why he hadn’t tried coming home or even calling for help.

It wasn’t until Thatch opened his eyes six months later, screaming “Sabo! Sabo! Someone help! Sabo! He’s got, Sabo! Teach got Sabo!” that they realized what had happened. 

It took them two months to find where the twisted man took the revolutionary but it wasn’t much of a surprise that it took that long,  after all, Marco had been vivid and danm determined to find the blond.

 He hardly rested those two months flying ahead of Ace almost all the time looking. Marco even missed meeting Luffy- who still clung to him crying each time they meet even though Sabo had dragged him to the Moby from the Revolutionary Based to meet more times than he could count-  claiming they could cover more ground if Ace went to Alabasta while he took flight just in case Teach had switch course. 

The freckled man thought he was watching a commander of the greatest fleet using years of tactics to find and capture enemies. 

Ace should have known he was watching a desperate man searching for his love afraid of not being able to find him.

“Ace?” Sabo’s voice calls out to him hesitantly almost as if he’s afraid of Ace. If that doesn’t make his blood boil, doesn’t make him want to hunt down Teach and kill him but Dragon made it clear that he would be handling the traitor’s punishment.

Ace still shuddered at the way Luffy’s dad fought. That man was definitely, not human. 

“Hi, Sabo. I…I thought you may want to fish with me?” He smiled at the blond man holding out a line. Blue wary eyes blinked up at him, making him wonder if acting like everything was okay was the correct move before Sabo took the fishing rod in his hand.

He weighted in one hand, arm straining just a bit and Ace bite back the question Are you okay? knowing he didn’t need to hear it. Sabo had only been recently released from his bonds in Marco’s room. He would obviously be a little weak after that.

Ace hovered behind the other man ready to reach out and help him onto the railing but when he noticed how tense he realized what a bad idea that was. He took a few steps to the side making sure Sabo could watch him from the corner of his eye, pretending he wasn’t aware of the blue eyes on him.

Once Sabo sat Ace tested how close he could get by placing his rod on the railing pretending to set up. He moved it around as he opened his bait box, watching as Sabo’s shoulder relaxed when it was a nice distance away. 

Satisfied he finished tieing the weights to his line and jumped on the railing sitting right were his fishing pole had been. A good arm length away on his right. It was closer than he let others near him and that shouldn’t make his heart skip a beat.

“Thanks, Ace…for you know helping me…and being so nice,” Sabo whispered gently jerking his rod allowing the line to fall down below. He was watching the waves but Ace could see the smile- a real one- on his face.

“Of course. I love ya.” As soon as the words left his mouth Ace wanted to kick himself. Luckily Sabo didn’t take it that way.

“You’re the best brother ever.” He laughed a little bit hollowed. Sabo reeling in his line just a bit arms shaking. “I’m so glad Dragon gave me leave and I can be here. You and Marco have been so patient with me”

That green monster was hissing again but Ace pushed it away. Marco was right. They needed to focus on making Sabo okay again. They had two years to make help him.

And then Ace would confess. 

“No problem bud. Now shush you’re scaring away the fish.” 

Sabo’s laugh was lighter this time and Ace counted that as a win.

Favorite momentsss     -    Part 9

So it’s time for my favorite moments from World. It’s the last part for this competition BUT it’s not the last part of my favorite moments. Enjoy !

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Taking Back Control – Part 9

Sorry for the delay! it’s also a bit shorter than usual, so I’ll try to make the next one longer. Enjoy! @intplier

Mark awoke cramped with a throbbing headache. Groaning, he sat up, pushing his hair out of his eyes. He was on the floor. Had he seriously fallen asleep on the floor? Mark wiped a drop of drool from his cheek and pulled himself into his chair. After a moment of racking his memory, he groaned again. He’d passed out, after tripping and falling. He wasn’t exactly swelling with pride at this second. Now he needed to figure out what had actually happened and what he’d dreamed up. Had he actually emailed Dark…?

A loud noise caused Mark to leap back and knock his chair over. He might’ve just broken it. His gaze darted to the bench, where his phone screen had lit up. He let his heart rate calm – it had just been his phone vibrating. He felt his face heat up as he untangled himself from the chair, groggily pulling himself into a standing position. He went to answer the text when his ringtone went off causing him to jump. He peeked at the screen. It was Tyler and the time was 11am. Shit. He answered the phone quickly.

“Hey man.” He spoke dazedly.

“Oh, thank god. Did you actually just sleep in this long. Wasn’t the phone next to the bed?” Mark bit his lip in embarrassment.

“Yeah, no. I slept on the floor.”

“Dude. What the fuck.”

“Yes Tyler, what the fuck. I am now going to take an official break considering that fact.”

“Mark, that’s fine, seriously. We were more worried that you had died. But…” A pause.

“Yeah?”

“If something was actually wrong, you’d tell us, right?” Mark heart plummeted, but he let on a confident tone. His tired, crackly voice helped make up for any mistakes in his words.

“Of course man, I wouldn’t lie to you. I just didn’t think up a schedule after Amy left with friends. Plus, I haven’t slept well, just a small break and I’ll be back with you guys tomorrow!” The pause was longer and Mark waited with bated breath.

“Sure alright. Just tell me if anything happens. See ya, Mark.”

“Buh-bye!” Mark hung up, letting out a sigh. He’d never even told his childhood friend about the egos. It’s not like it was a recent issue. There was just a lot more of them now. He scrolled down his notifications. So many texts.

Mark, I swear to god if you don’t pick up Ethan and I are gonna drive over there.

Mark cringed slightly. He didn’t like lying to his friends, but he really didn’t have a choice right now. He picked up his chair – the leg was definitely broken. He groaned for the third time that morning, dropping the chair and approaching the computer standing. He had emailed Dark last night, and his messages were about as horrible as he should’ve expected. He sighed. He was actually going to do this.

He was going the accept Dark’s offer.

Amy leaned back in her seat, smiling softly. She’d spent yesterday with Bim and Google in the theatre, and he’d immediately asked her to come back again the next day. It was an impressive room, with a full stage with curtains and a large auditorium.  Of course, you needed people to actually work the backstage, and since Google wasn’t going to do it, Bim had resorted to illusions. It was honestly more impressive, he created entire sketches and shows using characters he’d made with his mind. Amy was thankful for the distraction, and the plays were rather good. Google wasn’t having a bar of it. He stood deadpan between the curtains opening into the auditorium, a scowl on his face. She was fairly convinced he hadn’t moved since they’d gotten there, and he certainly didn’t appear to be enjoying anything Bim threw at him. No wonder the gameshow host was so desperate to perform for her if this was his only available audience. She’d been watching these acts for a while when Google suddenly spoke up, stepping to the side.

“Incoming. Might want to duck Trimmer.” It took a moment for these words to process before Bim’s eyes suddenly widened. The illusions flickered away.

“AMY DUCK!” He leapt to the ground and Amy immediately followed suit. Her hands had only just hit the ground when a gunshot shot rang out. A moment of silence where her heart thundered in her ears.

“Mr. Trimmer! My apologies,” came a drawled voice, “I thought some random stranger had broken into my theatre!” Amy risked a peak. It was Wilford. He stood flicking his gun around flippantly, and Amy ducked back behind the red theatre seat.

“Wilford that’s not possible, we live in a different dimension!” came Bim’s shaky response. He wiped dust from his suit pants and glanced sadly at the bullet hole in the back curtain. “Going to have to replace that again.” Amy risked revealing herself, and Wilford beamed happily.

“Miss Nelson! I was looking for you!” He pointed the gun and she flinched back. He furrowed his brow, but placed the gun in his back pocket. She doubted the safety was on. He glanced over at Bim. “Sorry you have this amateur looking after you.” Bim flushed.

“I heard that.” Came a droned response from Google, and Wilford whirled around. Amy didn’t have time to yell a warning when a gunshot rang out. Google scowled, glancing at his arm. Only now did Amy see the robotic parts under the synthetic flesh. The bullet had impaled itself in the robot’s forearm, causing sparks to fly out. The robot glared up and Wilford, his arm hanging limply. “I’m going to have to fix that again thanks to you, Warfstache.” The journalist just shrugged.

“That’s what happens when you sneak up on people you creepy machine!” He chirped, before spinning to run towards Amy, causing her to take rapid steps backwards. He grasped her arm. “I was wanting that interview Miss Nelson! And we’re in the perfect place!” He gestured wildly with his gun, before pocketing again. Bim shook himself from his gaze.

“No, absolutely not! That is not happening! No, no, no!” Bim leapt of the stage, glaring at Wilford.

“Why not, Mr. Trimmer?” he lisped. Bim gasped, furrowing his brows in disbelief.

“That’s obvious! Nearly anyone you interview dies!” Wilford crossed his arms, clearly offended.

“Not like you’re much better!” Bim flinched, glancing at Amy.

“Of course, I’m better than that! It’s not hard to avoid murdering innocent people!” Wilford furrowed his brows.

“Ok, but one of them asked for it! Now Bim can you make the audience for the interview? No show is set without an audience!” Bim gaped, gesturing wildly.

“Since when did I agree to this? And you know I can’t make an entire audience! My illusions aren’t that powerful!”

“I saw you make that entire show with just your illusions! Don’t lie to me!” he drawled, twiddling his pink mustache and violently fiddling with his bowtie.

“It’s c-complicated.” Bim muttered quietly, biting his lip at the stutter. He regained his composure. “I’m not letting you interview Miss Nelson!” Amy snuck away from to argument, noting Google irritably attempting to pull the bullet out of his arm.

“Are they always like this?” Google glanced up at her, rolling his eyes.

“They can go on like this for hours.” He muttered, “Bim usually stands down. But he’s gotten feistier recently – he used to let Wilford shove him around continuously.” The robot fell silent, and Amy took this as ending the conversation. After a minute or so of the two alters bickering, footsteps could be heard.

“I need to speak to Miss Nelson!” Wilford spun and the alter in the doorway ducked out of instinct. A bullet whizzed past. Amy guessed this was a regular occurrence. The alter in the doorway stood, revealing themselves to be none other than Dr. Iplier. They examined the room, noting a few bullet holes instantly. “Did someone get shot?” Google raised a hand and the doctor sighed. “I can’t treat that. Want some tweezers?” The doctor pulled a pair out of his coat pocket and Google snatched them away.

“Can you watch Miss Nelson? I need to fix this mess.” He swung his limp arm, a few sparks flying out. Dr. Iplier nodded.

“Go ahead Google. We’ll be in the clinic when you’re done.” He gestured to Amy and Bim. “Come on!” Wilford moved to follow and the doctor stopped. “Wilford! Would you like to set up the stage while Miss Nelson is gone? Just checking on her concussion! I can take Bim off your hands!” Will didn’t pick up on the attempt to get rid of him. He swept his fluoro pink hair out of his face, shrugging.

“Sure Doc! Just make sure to bring her back!” Dr.Iplier smiled, grasping Amy’s arm.

He pulled her into the hallway and up the stairs towards the clinic. “Of course!” He yelled back as Bim closed the curtains, trailing behind them. He still looked upset from the argument. The doctor turned to Amy. “Don’t worry, I won’t actually, I need you.”  Despite his bustling attitude, he would pause occasionally, focusing intently on the silence. Amy suddenly realised he was listening for ringing. He pushed her and Bim into the clinic, closing the hospital-style curtains behind him with force. The doctor turned to Amy. “Something important has come up! It’s about Mark!” Amy froze up slightly, shocked. “Nothing bad, so don’t worry! Very good news actually!” She blinked rapidly.

“What is it?’

“He’s coming to the mansion! Tomorrow, 11am!” The doctor grinned broadly, clasping his hands together. “Except he’s actually going to arrive at 9!” Amy furrowed her brow slightly, staring in confusion. “We’re going to organise different times! That way I can get you back with Mark safely without Dark ever knowing he was here!”

“You’re helping me leave?” Amy asked, stunned

“Exactly! You don’t deserve to be trapped here with him, I won’t stand for it! I’m a doctor, not a kidnapper!” Bim piped up suddenly, looking nervous.

“W-what if he finds out?” Bim flinched at his stutter, flushing, and the doctor noticed this with a frown, but didn’t comment.

“Then the blames goes to me.”

“And if Miss Nelson does escape?” He turned to her with desperate eyes. “You’ll come back right?”

“Bim! Now is not the time to…”

“Yes.” Amy said firmly, locking eyes with Bim. “I will figure out a way to get you guys away from this hellhole. I just need to get out of it first.” The gameshow host beamed, and the doctor nodded quickly.

“Then it’s official! Oliver has already offered to send the schedule change to Mark. They’ll pretend to be Dark in case this plan does go awry. We can’t have Mark rushing in guns blazing asking to see you. Now, let’s…” That was when the ringing started.

The figure appeared between the curtains, a smile tight upon his lips. The room went dim and cold. All eyes darted to the entrance. Bim physically shrunk down, a whimper leaving his lips.

“Ah, Doctor. You’ve informed Amy of Mark’s arrival tomorrow?”


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Childhood Friends Au

“How can I help you?”

“Oh! Um… I-I’m looking for Yoongich- I mean, Min Yoongi.” Seokjin’s face flushes in embarrassment. “I’m sorry.. I didn’t realize he has someone over.”

“Sis, who is it?”

“Hey, Yoongi. Is this your friend? Seriously?”

“Wha- Hey! You could’ve told me someone’s looking for me!” Yoongi shoves his way into the front door and nudges his sister aside. “Sorry ‘bout that. That thing’s my old sis (Hey!). She’s harmless, just annoying.”

The siblings continue their verbal exchange until Seokjin bows formally and introduces himself.

“Oh my god. Did.. did my stupid brother bully you? Yoongi!” She yells, hitting Yoongi in the shoulder. “What did you do to this poor boy!? There’s no way such a polite and beautiful kid is your friend.” Yoongi argued in the background which goes completely ignored. "I’m Min Solbi, this idiot’s sister.“

"Alright, that’s enough.” Yoongi takes Seokjin’s hand and pulls him inside the apartment. “You can go now, sis.”

Solbi stares at their linked hands speechlessly, tracing Seokjin’s hand all the way to his face. “The reason you asked me to be late for my work without explaining why,” she begins, her eyes still on Seokjin, "is so I could meet him?“

Seokjin blinks between the siblings, tilting his head to the side confusedly. Yoongi tells him to ”get comfortable", pointedly ignoring his sister’s question.

Solbi’s lips curve into a suppressed smile which reaches her eyes. She stares fondly at her brother and walks to Seokjin who refuses to sit because “Your sister hasn’t left yet. I don’t want to be rude.”

“Won’t you come back to our place when I’m home, Seokjin? Yoongi rarely brings home a friend, and I’d love to get to know you more.” She half-expects Yoongi to argue, but to her surprise, he simply shifts his weight as he looks away.

Seokjin seems taken aback, but he smiles anyway. “It’ll be my pleasure. I have an older sister, but we… we don’t talk. Next time, I’ll make you food as my thanks.”

Solbi’s heart melts, making her squish Seokjin’s face shamelessly in between her hands. “You’re so adorableee!” she squeals and Yoongi makes a face. “I wish my stupid brother invited you sooner! I’m already late for work, but please come by again, alright?!” She kisses Seokjin’s cheek with a loud smack before running out of Yoongi’s reach and out the door.

“That fucker!”

Seokjin giggles. “You two get along well, I’m really jealous.”

Yoongi rubs his sleeve on Seokjin’s cheek, muttering to himself. Seokjin continues to laugh, a hand over his stomach and another over his mouth.

Now, how the hell is Yoongi to stay angry when Seokjin is this happy. What can he say, Seokjin’s laugh is just so damn contagious.

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