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Last Emperor Blackbeard
2024-09-27 17:28Last Emperor Blackbeard (2630 words) by Mekachu04
Chapters: 1/1
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con
Additional Tags:
( "Your fruit lets you negate other devil fruit right?" Blackbeard eyed the two supernovas with understandable suspicion. "How long?" "Excuse me?" "How long can you negate someone's fruit?" IE: Kidd deals with the loss of his crew in an unhealthy way. (redux) )
Chapters: 1/1
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con
Additional Tags:
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( "Your fruit lets you negate other devil fruit right?" Blackbeard eyed the two supernovas with understandable suspicion. "How long?" "Excuse me?" "How long can you negate someone's fruit?" IE: Kidd deals with the loss of his crew in an unhealthy way. (redux) )
Tags:
- an: one shot,
- an: polished art work,
- chara: kidd pirate captain: eustass kidd,
- chara: kidd pirate commander: killer,
- chara: pirate captain: trafalgar law,
- chara: yonko: charlotte pudding,
- chara: yonko: kurohige,
- ip: one piece,
- platform: a03,
- platform: tumblr,
- ship: kurohige/killer,
- ship: mob/killer,
- ship: punk aibou,
- tag: devil in the fruit,
- tag: genderbent,
- tag: s.m.i.l.e.,
- warning: character death,
- warning: crimes against humanity,
- warning: noncon,
- warning: nsfw
Anthoney did admit, abiet privatly, that the Lady Fell was quite lovely to look at. Sitting with the good Mme Tracey in the woman's parlor, she wore a modest dress of someone used to bussling around on foot in the crowded city, but it was no less elegant in the care that had been put into it. her blond curls where tight agsinst her head, leaivng little ringles to bounce at the nape of her neck. she had stormy blue eyes behind her trim reading glasses, and laugh lines etched across her smiling face.
absolutly lovely.
she also seemed comepltely at ease with Shadwell, which was a feat in in of itself, as the man was a crass and rude as a man could be while still claiming to be sober. she didn't bat an eye when he addressed them as harlets on his way though the room to help himself to Mme Tracey's tea, nor did eather woman give him a second glance as he did so. they did turn to him though, as Shadwell indrocuded him as, "this 'er's Crolwey. good man," on his way by.
they made the move to rise, but he waved them off, gestuting to one of the two empty chairs set up before Mme Tracey's card reading table, "May i?"
"Hello, Mr Crowly," Mme Tracy smiled as she gestured for him to join them, "May i inducude a dear friend of mine, Lady Zira Fell nee Messanger. She's in town on buisness."
"anyhtony J Crolwey," he nodded, taking his seat. if hed one so back home, there would be an outcry that he hadn't greated her properly, and he exepected at her home the same would have been true. instead, she smiled kindly at him, looking relieved. A lady tired of the pomp and circumstanse of their lives. Excpected, if she was shaking up with the Madamn.
"It's lovely to meet you Mr. Crowley."
he bit back a quip, opting to return her smile. "And what buisness would bring a Lady to the city without a chaperoen?"
"One that my brother has seen to bar me from for far to long, I'm afraid. He sold off the possetions of my late husband's without culsulting me, and i'm here to get them back."
Well, that was unexpected. But, it was making a bit more sense to why Shadwell had suggested he come along to meet the apperantly schemeing women. he loved a good scheme; "What kind of possestions are we re-procuring?"
"I want my books back. and.. ideally, i want our shop back, but that might involve more legal hoop jumping to mke sure they don't jsut give it to my brohter again like last time."
"no son's to sign it over too?" the smile on the womn's face tighteneed to an ugly thing, and he shut up immediatly.
thankfully Mme tracey smoothed it over with a, "just wasn't in the cards, i'm afraid," as she straightened out the table cloth in front of her. as a professin card reader, the phrase came practiced and smooth from her lips.
"just gotta get married again," shadwell interrupted from the kitchen doorway, sippin ghis drink, "pick a bloke you know won't rob you blind, and buy hte place of private pulsiper. him and that wife of his are sick of the city, you know he'll sell it to you in a heart beat."
"it's tue," MMe Tracey nodded along, "if he and Anenthema could afford two places, he'd give it to you at this point, and just keep his name on it to keep that family of yours from stepping in a seond time." she turned to Crowley, "He's already said she can have anything from the place, just as soon as she has somewhere to keep it. most of the stock never moved since Mr Fell passed on, God bless him, and Newton's only really sold enough to keep the lights one. The two of htem accidentanlied into the property in the first place; they didn't want to own a bookshop - they just needed a place to stay in the city."
"So we just gotta get you married to a pushover," anythony summerized, looking to the Lady Fell for confirmation.
"The Pulsipers have a cottage out in oxfordshire they want to purchase, they'd be willing to sell the shop for the cottage asking price, so... unfortuatly, i can't marry just any pushover." Lady Fell explained, looking uncomrotable with the idea in general.
"pushover with money. and ideal in good health and age, or else we're doing all this over agian in afew years," Shadwell added as he slumping in the empty chair. Mme Tracey gave him a fearce scowl, but it was true.
"A young man of good financial standing, but with a more open attitute to letting his wife form an oppion of her own." Mme tracy reitterated
/Good luck/ Crolwey thought with a groan, slumping back. the hairs on the back of his neck sood on end, and he looked up to realise that the three of them where looking at him intently.
"A good man, who is comfortable in his balchelrhood, perhaps. but would like his family to stop playing matchmaker?" Shadwell muttered into his tea as he pointedly took a sip. Mme Tacy also had a very knowing look on her face. worse. Worse was Lady Fell, who did not loo... happy with the idea, but painfully hopeful. A woman on the verge of making deserate, stupid desition in an attempt to regain her own person hood.
"wot.... me?"
absolutly lovely.
she also seemed comepltely at ease with Shadwell, which was a feat in in of itself, as the man was a crass and rude as a man could be while still claiming to be sober. she didn't bat an eye when he addressed them as harlets on his way though the room to help himself to Mme Tracey's tea, nor did eather woman give him a second glance as he did so. they did turn to him though, as Shadwell indrocuded him as, "this 'er's Crolwey. good man," on his way by.
they made the move to rise, but he waved them off, gestuting to one of the two empty chairs set up before Mme Tracey's card reading table, "May i?"
"Hello, Mr Crowly," Mme Tracy smiled as she gestured for him to join them, "May i inducude a dear friend of mine, Lady Zira Fell nee Messanger. She's in town on buisness."
"anyhtony J Crolwey," he nodded, taking his seat. if hed one so back home, there would be an outcry that he hadn't greated her properly, and he exepected at her home the same would have been true. instead, she smiled kindly at him, looking relieved. A lady tired of the pomp and circumstanse of their lives. Excpected, if she was shaking up with the Madamn.
"It's lovely to meet you Mr. Crowley."
he bit back a quip, opting to return her smile. "And what buisness would bring a Lady to the city without a chaperoen?"
"One that my brother has seen to bar me from for far to long, I'm afraid. He sold off the possetions of my late husband's without culsulting me, and i'm here to get them back."
Well, that was unexpected. But, it was making a bit more sense to why Shadwell had suggested he come along to meet the apperantly schemeing women. he loved a good scheme; "What kind of possestions are we re-procuring?"
"I want my books back. and.. ideally, i want our shop back, but that might involve more legal hoop jumping to mke sure they don't jsut give it to my brohter again like last time."
"no son's to sign it over too?" the smile on the womn's face tighteneed to an ugly thing, and he shut up immediatly.
thankfully Mme tracey smoothed it over with a, "just wasn't in the cards, i'm afraid," as she straightened out the table cloth in front of her. as a professin card reader, the phrase came practiced and smooth from her lips.
"just gotta get married again," shadwell interrupted from the kitchen doorway, sippin ghis drink, "pick a bloke you know won't rob you blind, and buy hte place of private pulsiper. him and that wife of his are sick of the city, you know he'll sell it to you in a heart beat."
"it's tue," MMe Tracey nodded along, "if he and Anenthema could afford two places, he'd give it to you at this point, and just keep his name on it to keep that family of yours from stepping in a seond time." she turned to Crowley, "He's already said she can have anything from the place, just as soon as she has somewhere to keep it. most of the stock never moved since Mr Fell passed on, God bless him, and Newton's only really sold enough to keep the lights one. The two of htem accidentanlied into the property in the first place; they didn't want to own a bookshop - they just needed a place to stay in the city."
"So we just gotta get you married to a pushover," anythony summerized, looking to the Lady Fell for confirmation.
"The Pulsipers have a cottage out in oxfordshire they want to purchase, they'd be willing to sell the shop for the cottage asking price, so... unfortuatly, i can't marry just any pushover." Lady Fell explained, looking uncomrotable with the idea in general.
"pushover with money. and ideal in good health and age, or else we're doing all this over agian in afew years," Shadwell added as he slumping in the empty chair. Mme Tracey gave him a fearce scowl, but it was true.
"A young man of good financial standing, but with a more open attitute to letting his wife form an oppion of her own." Mme tracy reitterated
/Good luck/ Crolwey thought with a groan, slumping back. the hairs on the back of his neck sood on end, and he looked up to realise that the three of them where looking at him intently.
"A good man, who is comfortable in his balchelrhood, perhaps. but would like his family to stop playing matchmaker?" Shadwell muttered into his tea as he pointedly took a sip. Mme Tacy also had a very knowing look on her face. worse. Worse was Lady Fell, who did not loo... happy with the idea, but painfully hopeful. A woman on the verge of making deserate, stupid desition in an attempt to regain her own person hood.
"wot.... me?"
He's the last son of the last son of the Duke Crawleigh. As such, a great tragidy would have to fall the Crawleigh name before Anthony James ever saw title or estate. So, unlike his oldest brothers and cousins, he had little responsabitly to the family name other than to keep it clean and keep the wheels of the family buisness turning where he could. He'd been educated, but then turned out on his own once it was certain he was essentialy usless to the family. they had more heirs nad spares then they knew what to do with, and it was a relief to all his elders when he showed no interest in playing politics. he knew his way around the estates inner workings, but had no interest in becoming involved further once he reached majority.
first chance he got, he was off to London to play bachelor. as a younger man there had been a few attempts at courting, but while his name might mean something, Anthony was too far down the list for most families to want to marry their daughters off too. He'd had his dalineces over the years - changing his surname slightly to Crowley to distance any scandels to his family, though he in gerneal was much better than some of his elder siblings in keeping himself out of upper circle gossip.
he was... well, he was starting to struggle though. there was pressure to settle down and marry already, and admittadly, Anthony could use some help with someone watching his ledger to keep him in his means. he didn't need a wife so much as a partner. which was becoming even more difficult as he aged. he wasn't old - but his oldest nephew was getting married already, and Anthony was finding it harder and harder to show his face at family functions without the expected plus one at his side.
even shadwell was courting someone... well.mayhaps he was being courted? the surley lonely had become a regualr at Anthony's side when he was out ont he town, the two cmisserating their bachlorhood together. but anthony had noticed the mystic harlet known as madamn Tracy had become a topic of many of Shadwells rants of late, and Anthony was ready to put mony on her having a soft spot for Anthiny's drinking partner. the question was hoe long it would take the man to notice.
Tonight mixed it up abit however, as apperatly the good Mme Tracy had a guest of her own taking up the woman's time, a Lady Fell, hwo Shadwell could decide it he loathed outright or was sypathetic to her cuase.
Apaertaly he'd known the Lady longer than Mme Tracy, and regretted ever introducing them, as she'd recently seemed to move in with the Mme after running her welcome at her brother's estate.
As a crawleigh, anthony had been to just about every estate worth mentioning at one point of his life or another, but he didn't remmber the name Fell.
"Nah," shawell waved his hand drunkenly, "Married into the Fell's - ran off and elopled if i 'memebr it right. was one of the Messangers 'for that. great big scandle, everyone was up in arms about it."
Ah, he did vagualy remmebr the Messangers. [Arch] Gabriel was the family head at this point if he remmebred right. he also remmerbed somethine of one of the daughters running off to get married behind the family's back when he was still young. maybe fifteen, twenety years ago now. His own brother had made a comment about her probably being in a family way, which is why the Messagner's had ended up jsut leaving it be.
"and she's staying with your Madamn why?"
shadwell reddened at the 'your' and took a drink to steady himself, "widowed. nasty illness took mister fell; he was a good man, ran the bookshop 'round the corner. used to give out hot tea in the winter. that was.. maybe ten years now? anyway, his family was gone, there never had any children, and the Messagner's sold the place right from under the poor woman. shame too becuase nobody's done well since then. i think that place is on it's sixth owner now? " shdwell barily paused for a drink, "good lad, private pulisper. i tlaked him and his lady into it, figured they'd have jsut as good a shot as anyone else. plus, the neighbors liked him better, mor elikely to try and keep in aflout, ka know."
Anthony didn't, but ne knodded just the same."Anyway, lass as it her wits end with her family, and just wlked out on dinner."
"And is now satying with the Madamn."
"Aye, and is now staying with the Madamn."
Well... talk about a cockblock. anthony wasn't sure who he felt sorry for the msot at the moment. he took a drink.
first chance he got, he was off to London to play bachelor. as a younger man there had been a few attempts at courting, but while his name might mean something, Anthony was too far down the list for most families to want to marry their daughters off too. He'd had his dalineces over the years - changing his surname slightly to Crowley to distance any scandels to his family, though he in gerneal was much better than some of his elder siblings in keeping himself out of upper circle gossip.
he was... well, he was starting to struggle though. there was pressure to settle down and marry already, and admittadly, Anthony could use some help with someone watching his ledger to keep him in his means. he didn't need a wife so much as a partner. which was becoming even more difficult as he aged. he wasn't old - but his oldest nephew was getting married already, and Anthony was finding it harder and harder to show his face at family functions without the expected plus one at his side.
even shadwell was courting someone... well.mayhaps he was being courted? the surley lonely had become a regualr at Anthony's side when he was out ont he town, the two cmisserating their bachlorhood together. but anthony had noticed the mystic harlet known as madamn Tracy had become a topic of many of Shadwells rants of late, and Anthony was ready to put mony on her having a soft spot for Anthiny's drinking partner. the question was hoe long it would take the man to notice.
Tonight mixed it up abit however, as apperatly the good Mme Tracy had a guest of her own taking up the woman's time, a Lady Fell, hwo Shadwell could decide it he loathed outright or was sypathetic to her cuase.
Apaertaly he'd known the Lady longer than Mme Tracy, and regretted ever introducing them, as she'd recently seemed to move in with the Mme after running her welcome at her brother's estate.
As a crawleigh, anthony had been to just about every estate worth mentioning at one point of his life or another, but he didn't remmber the name Fell.
"Nah," shawell waved his hand drunkenly, "Married into the Fell's - ran off and elopled if i 'memebr it right. was one of the Messangers 'for that. great big scandle, everyone was up in arms about it."
Ah, he did vagualy remmebr the Messangers. [Arch] Gabriel was the family head at this point if he remmebred right. he also remmerbed somethine of one of the daughters running off to get married behind the family's back when he was still young. maybe fifteen, twenety years ago now. His own brother had made a comment about her probably being in a family way, which is why the Messagner's had ended up jsut leaving it be.
"and she's staying with your Madamn why?"
shadwell reddened at the 'your' and took a drink to steady himself, "widowed. nasty illness took mister fell; he was a good man, ran the bookshop 'round the corner. used to give out hot tea in the winter. that was.. maybe ten years now? anyway, his family was gone, there never had any children, and the Messagner's sold the place right from under the poor woman. shame too becuase nobody's done well since then. i think that place is on it's sixth owner now? " shdwell barily paused for a drink, "good lad, private pulisper. i tlaked him and his lady into it, figured they'd have jsut as good a shot as anyone else. plus, the neighbors liked him better, mor elikely to try and keep in aflout, ka know."
Anthony didn't, but ne knodded just the same."Anyway, lass as it her wits end with her family, and just wlked out on dinner."
"And is now satying with the Madamn."
"Aye, and is now staying with the Madamn."
Well... talk about a cockblock. anthony wasn't sure who he felt sorry for the msot at the moment. he took a drink.
BrotherGrimm doodle
2010-09-10 17:28SUPERNATURAL FANART
BrotherGrimm art
Disclaimer: Kripke sandbox is his, and his alone. I just sneakin' after dark to play.
( doodle for my BrotherGrimm ficcie. )
Dean from BrotherGrimm - about the time they're settling at the roadhouse.
BrotherGrimm Chapter Two
2010-09-08 19:49SUPERNATURAL FANFIC
BrotherGrimm
Genre: Alternate Reality, hurt comfort
Rating: PG-13.. maybe R for safety.
Pairing: John/Mary
Disclaimer: i stole this idea from a kink meme (kinda....) so i can only lay claim to how it plays out. nothing else is mine.
Warnings: PLEASE SEE MASTER POST FOR ALL WARNINGS BEFORE READING!!!
SUPERNATURAL FANART
Rating: PG-13Girl Nudity
Disclaimer: Kripke's sandbox has been left unattended this summer.... It was lonely - i was keeping it company - that's all!
Castiel as girl!Dean.
( NUDITY UNDER CUT - but nothing sexual )
SUPERNATURAL FANFIC
Dated: Dec 2009
Genre: Alternate Reality, hurt comfort
Rating: PG-13.. maybe R for safety. there are underage themes to this - but it's mostly kept in
Pairing: non detailed John/Mary
Disclaimer: i stole this idea from a kink meme (kinda....) so i can only lay claim to how it plays out. nothing else is mine.
Warnings: PLEASE SEE MASTER POST FOR ALL WARNINGS BEFORE READING!!!
Haven't posted anything in a while, have i? Blame Supernatural. *headdesk* I've got 5 or six spn fic flouting about, so I figured i should but written them down already so they'll leave me alone
