Apparently Chris Cornell's mother in law is talking shit about Eddie on her Twitter. Wow
Now that’s classy. In all honesty she seems distraught, maybe confused and looking for someone to blame. She’s angry. Her comments about Eddie are disappointing and upsetting. Very upsetting, at first. It’s worse that she isn’t being direct. Vaguely shit-talking Eddie publicly on social media is just really low. Some of the things she said are just unthinkable. I hope that Eddie never hears any of what she’s saying. I think it’ll hurt him more. Eddie might be withdrawing after Chris’ death. Sometimes it hurts so much that you don’t know the words to reach out to someone. I can’t blame him for not saying anything yet. Eddie has to grieve in whatever way is best for him. Maybe touring will be a way to get his mind off it a little and move forward. So I can’t blame him for not cancelling his tour, either. And if Eddie’s words mean so much to her, why not reach out to him, make sure he’s alright? She expects something from him without even the slightest concern about his emotional well-being. Above all, who’s this slander going to help? I hope Chris’ mother-in-law can stop pointing fingers. And I hope that in time, she and the rest of Chris’ family can cope.
Also like some of what she said should totally be kept offline and she is betraying Eddie’s family’s right to privacy if she goes on like this.
Also I fucking hope Alternative Nation doesn’t get wind of this because they’re gonna have a field day exploiting it if they haven’t already.
Swatting at the latest mosquito to try making a meal out of
him, Trafalgar D. Water Law, stumbles through the rainforest, wondering why
he’d even bothered booking a fortnight off work for this madness.
Prompt: Justice league Flashpoint paradox but instead of the Flash going it’s Batmom?
You stare in what can only be described as awe, as your long dead father-in-law breaks Barry Allen’s fingers. At his second scream you finally move, “I have proof!”
You watch as Thomas Wayne freezes. Making sure that he sees every move, you carefully remove the locket from around your neck and hold it out to him. He drops Barry, before quickly snatching the necklace from your hand. You watch the emotions run across his face.
When he turns back to you, you see him for what he is; a broken man. “You’re … “
You take a deep breath “I’m Y/N Wayne, I’m married to your son.”
He smiles, “Bruce got married?”
You nod. “We were only nineteen, but we’ve known each other since middle school. We met shortly after you and Mrs. Wayne died.”
He looks at you with wonder in his eyes, as though he’s seeing a possibility he had only dreamed of. “And these children?”
You smile, “They’re ours.”
“What are their names?”
You move slowly to him and point them out one by one, “Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, Duke, Cassandra, and Terry.”
Thomas stares at the pictures for a bit longer, “He looks happy.”
You smile, “He has bad days but, then again, everyone does. I’d say he’s happy 95% of the time.”
“With a family like this how couldn’t he be?” He closes the locket gently before placing it back in your hand. His face grows serious before turning to Barry, “What do we need to do?”
Barry stares at him for a moment before saying, “Now you’re ready to help me?”
He shakes his head, “No, I’m ready to help my son, and get his wife back to him.”
Smiling you hug him. He’s a bit surprised at first, but eventually he wraps his arms around you, and you whisper, “Thank you, dad.”
The rule is, the kitchen stays clean. After dinner, after he’s finished serving dessert, Sanji goes and cleans every last inch till it’s sparkling. Even if there’s a party, Sanji will still stagger drunkenly through scrubbing and sweeping long after everyone’s passed out.
Every morning Sanji wakes up two hours before everyone else. First he makes coffee, then he smokes three or four cigarettes, then he makes breakfast. That’s how it goes. He sure as hell isn’t cleaning before his coffee, and there’s nothing more miserable than waking up to a dirty kitchen.
It’s four in the morning and Sanji is already awake. He slips out of the quarters silently as always, head already full of ideas. The Sunny’s guest doesn’t tolerate bread, but Sanji’s considering a donut made of rice flour, because Nami was talking about donuts last night, so he’s giving himself some extra time to experiment. If all else fails, there’s always eggs.
Sanji steps into his beautiful clean kitchen -
And there’s eggshells on the floor. Dirty knives on the counters. A black, crusted pan and half a roll of sausage and his fucking captain and latest ally are sitting on the countertop looking at Sanji like he’s the intruder here.
“Sanji!” Luffy says, like he doesn’t see the fucking steam blowing out of Sanji’s ears. “Couldn’t sleep?”
“What the hell, Luffy? In my kitchen! You destroyed my kitchen! And - and you!” Sanji points at Law, who doesn’t even have the grace to look guilty. “You’re enabling him? What is happening?”
“Snacks,” Law says. There’s something in his hand. Something a little charred that might have once been a sausage?
“Snacks?” Sanji hisses. “Snacks? You couldn’t wait for breakfast? You - you -”
“Is it breakfast time already?” Luffy looks surprised. “Sweet!”
“Lost track of the time,” Law says, popping the sausage slice in his mouth.
“Both of you, out. Now. No. Wait - clean up all this shit first - and then. Get out.” Sanji wants to start so bad. His hands are itching, his foot belongs in Luffy’s face, but it wouldn’t look good in front of the other captain, for Luffy’s crew to undermine him like that, and he hasn’t had a coffee and he needs a cigarette and he is this, this fucking close to stretching Luffy out and knotting him up like a pretzel and dropping him in the fish tank.
“Wow.” Luffy chuckles. “Were we fishing all night?”
“Guess so,” Law says.
“Fishing? Fishing? You were fishing all night?”
“There’s this legendary eel that only hunts at night,” Luffy explains. “It’s allergic to the sun, but it glows in the dark. It lives at the bottom of the sea and only comes up to the surface at night!”
“It’s a myth,” Law grins.
“That’s what he says, but I say -”
“Anything is possible if you believe in yourself.”
“Yes! Also? It’s huge. I’m talking eel for days, Sanji! And they’re all glowy and cool -”
“And they don’t exist, but -”
“Shut UP!” Sanji’s head is killing him. “And clean up. I’m gonna - I’m gonna - wait, why are you hunting a fish that doesn’t exist?”
“Why didn’t you stop Luffy?”
“Why aren’t you cleaning?”
“We’ll clean up,” Luffy says, holding his hands up in surrender. “Sorry, Sanji. But we were fishing all night and I got hungry and -”
“Stop talking. Start cleaning.” Sanji pulls out a cigarette. “I’m coming back in five minutes and if this place isn’t spotless I’ll - I’ll -”
Yeah, and Law could dismember him with a thought.
“He’s mad,” Luffy stage-whispers, and Law is flat out chuckling now. “Sorry, Sanji! Yes sir, right on it, sir!”
Law salutes. A thin blue film spreads out around him and in a flash everything is put away, white kitchen towels in their place.
Sanji loses it.
“You put dirty dishes away? You put dirty dishes in the cupboard?”
But Luffy is doubled over laughing now, and Law sighs, flicks his fingers. The dirty dishes land unceremoniously on the floor.
“I’m leaving! Leaving! And I’m not making breakfast!”
“So you’re gonna let us make breakfast for the rest of the crew,” Law says thoughtfully. “You know, Luffy…”
Fucking hell. Luffy is grinning and now they’re having one of those secret conversations again. This shared captain language of tilted eyebrows and half-smiles.
“OUT! Both of you! I’ll clean,” Sanji says, desperate. “Just. Get out of my kitchen.”
“Snacks,” someone mumbles.
Sanji turns and sees the great green beast himself. Zoro looks half-asleep, scratching his ass, but he’s poking his stupid head in now and muttering about snacks.
“Y’all are loud,” Zoro says. “Where’s the snacks?”
“Ooh,” Luffy says. “Kind of ate it all. Hold on, we can cook more sausage for you! Sanji, can you cook the rest of it?”
Sanji imagines being at the bottom of the ocean. He imagines a spa on some distant island, massages from beautiful women.
“Luffy charred most of it,” Law says. “He can’t cook to save his life.”
“Nope! That’s why I got Sanji.”
“Hungry,” Zoro mutters. “I’m hungry, and you guys woke me up.”
Sanji counts to ten. Takes a breath. Lights a cigarette, and starts to cook.
For the first time in his entire life, Luffy is late to breakfast.
For my money? The parallel that really bears making with your Gotham fic is your Great Gatsby fics, in particular 'Behind Us, Reflected'. I reread that this morning and thought about how well you capture queer couples who decide to give the law the finger to varying degrees. Your dark(ish) Nick in that story gives Oswald a run for HIS money, as far as underworld maneuvering. Let's face it, Jay's a reckless dum-dum on almost the same scale as Ed AND HAS ABOUT THE SAME TASTE IN SUITS OH MY GOD
…Christ, anon, if you’re thinking of Jay’s bright pink number:
(I mean, you’re not wrong about the rest, either, from Nick and Oswald both being clever social climbers with drinking problems to Jay and Ed both being ostentatious and carelessly overambitious, but damn. The suits.)
OMG that Law scenario jesus you broke my heart and then glued it back together, what a rollercoaster of emotions. Ok I gotta calm down, all in all I absolutely loved that scenario really I don't even mind Law being out of character he's still cute to me idek, but yea bless you for writing that :D ~ Fluffy Law Anon
Glad you liked it :) Bless you for reading all that… even I got exhausted… and I wrote it. 🌺
The feeling of working out after my international criminal law exam is the last thing I want to do. Tomorrow is my last exam for Law and my fingers can have a rest from all the essay writing. So I’m going to walk and get my parcel as UPS are poop and won’t reschedule my parcel. But it’s a skin roller, would you want a mini series on this?
*sneaks in to askbox* Heeeey can I have Law, Kid, and Roci trying to wake up their sleepy s/o in the morning? Thanksssss *crawls away*
I like how Law and Kid are prankster asshats and then Roci bae’s is just beautiful asf even though his is a little bit shorter.
Roci is love. Roci is life.
Law looked at the beautiful person lying beside them, arms wrapped around them securely. Their face looked so peaceful, he was almost sad about having to wake them up.
He whispered his S/O’s name softly, slowly getting louder and louder till he was almost shouting. They didn’t budge. Law ghosted his fingers down their body, trying to tickle them awake. They started twitching, face contorting into discomfort and frustration. Their hand quickly moved to grab a pillow, slinging it and whacking the Death Surgeon in the face.
“Fuck off, Law,” they groaned, rolling face down onto the pillow and pulling the covers over their head. “Just 5 more minutes, asshole.” He smirked at their language, knowing they were extremely cranky in the morning. He removed himself from the bed, then quickly turning around and ripping the covers from ____’s body. They screamed and fell out the bed, laying sprawled on the floor yelling, “I’m up, I’m up!” He squatted down to their level, smirk ever present on his lips.
“Rise and shine, Sleeping Beauty.”
“Fuck you too, babe.”
Eustass “Captain” Kid:
Kid frowned as the sunlight pooled into the window in their room, his lover still fast asleep. It was kind of weird, being awake when his S/O wasn’t and feeling like a stalker for watching them even remotely. His gaze intensified, trying to telepathically signal that they needed to wake the fuck up. They didn’t even twitch. Kid held back a groan, realizing unfortunately that he was in fact not talented in that sort of thing.
Kid stared at the wall across from him for a moment, then grinned evilly. He flung himself out of the bed, rushing to go find a metal bucket of some kind. When he found one, he quickly and surprisingly carefully filled it with ice cold water. He stood next to them beside the bed, smirking down at their oblivious and unconscious form. He used his devil fruit powers to levitate the metal bucket, using his metal hand to grip the bed sheets.
He ripped the sheets from underneath his partner, simultaneously dropping all the cold water onto them as they thrashed and screamed in terror. When the noticed it was just Kid, they glared up at the man with the fiercest you-better-fucking-run-right-the-fuck-now look. He chuckled, but his smile dropped when they shot up and prepared for the chase. He turned, hauling ass out of that bedroom and laughing all the way.
“GET BACK HERE YOU PIECE OF SHIT!”
Donquixote Rocinante (Corazon):
Corazon smiled softly at his sleeping lover, admiring their beauty that they sometimes never saw. His arms wrapped softly around them, yet so protectively. He relished their scent, burying his face into their shoulder. Being with them made him happier than ever, including Law made them a little family. He laid there for a few more moments, hating the fact that they had to get up and work.
Work for Doffy.
He feathered kisses on his lover, trying to ease them from their slumber. “Good morning, Sleeping beauty,” he muttered. They stirred, slowly opening to look at their unnaturally tall lover. They smiled, eyes still struggling to open, puckering their lips as if asking for a kiss. He pecked their luscious lips, holding it for much longer than a couple seconds. He pulled back, placing a kiss on their nose.
Rocinante lingered on his S/O, shutting his eyes. If only his life was always this beautiful.