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JUST HAD THE MOST ANGSTY SOAP FIC IDEA THAT I WILL BE WRITING WHEN I FINALLY GET THE MOTIVATION AND OH MY GOD I JUST NEED TO TELL YALL AHEAD OF TIME IM SO SO SORRY

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People sleep on Gaz when his introduction to 141 was basically him ranting to Price how they won't let him do the war crimes and Price going "you wanna do war crimes come with me"

Following them to go to Russia and threatened with killing a woman and a kid in order to get information from their pretty sure illegal POW

I feel like people in this fandom obsess over masked people when it's the unmasked ones that are psychos

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i wish i knew more about islam so i could further explore the idea of gaz being muslim

bc like we talk about soap being potentially catholic all the time, but i just love the idea of gaz knowing arabic because it's how he learned to read the qur'an, of him disappearing throughout the day to pray and soap misinterpreting it as him sneaking off to a closet somewhere to shag a secret girlfriend, of him keeping halal and insisting to ghost over breakfast that pigs are too smart for him to feel comfortable eating anyways.

idk man i just love the idea of him being a black british muslim and all of the complexities those intersections of his identity bring. to me that's just so compelling..

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i’m like if a writer did not write and did other things instead

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kinda insane at the thought of Price breaking in a new virgin but the moment he does, she can’t get enough. she’s always pawing at his chubby cock or nuzzling her cheek on his crotch during movie nights…and Price almost regrets it because he can’t keep up anymore when she rides him like a bull or drags his balls into her mouth. he almost regrets it. almost.

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All in

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!Reader

Warnings/Summary:

The boys play a few rounds of Texas hold'em whilst laying low. Leading to soap questioning how the fuck he found himself in this situation and a clean up on aisle 5.

Smut - Minors DNI. Fingering, squirting, voyeurism. If you squint - a bit of ghost x reader x Soap.

A/N:

This has been heavily inspired by my thirst for all of @charnelhouse's Ghost works, Subtle is especially responsible for putting this dirty little idea inside my head.

"Fuck, Ghost."

Soap barely nudges the door open before he hears your whispered moans. Curiosity immediately strikes, he forget the piss that he'd originally gotten up to take and instead puts his eye to the crack between the door and the frame.

He can see the kitchen from his room, just down the hall and illuminated under one shitty and lampless dangling bulb. Both Ghost's huge frame and your smaller one are facing him, the LT's blackened eyes are fixed downward as you rile in his lap. Your head is thrown back over his shoulder, chest heaving against your white tank top and hips bucking back and forth desperately whilst gripping onto his forearm for purchase. Ghosts right hand is firmly anchored in your shorts, his left holds you back against him around the middle.

Your head snaps forward and you let out an audible whimper.

"Shhh." Ghosts voice rumbles deep and lusty in your ear "Quiet, Princess. You want them to hear you?"

Soap can tell by the audible squelch that comes next that if Ghost hadn't had his fingers inside you already, then he definitely did now. He can hear the wetness being forced out onto Ghost grip as his forearm moves under the table.

"Fuck, your hands are huge." You can barely rack out of your chest as Ghost shows no sign of letting up on his assault.

"Hmm." He hums "Not the only part of me that's huge, sweetheart. Think you can take another one?"

Without allowing you a moment to answer, Ghost enters a second digit and the stretch is divine. His movements are slow and calculated, reacting to each and every whisper of your body and the way you contract around him.

The urge to piss has now completely left Soap. Replaced by, he's embarrassed to say, an uncontrollable reaction to such a scene set before him. He absentmindedly adjusts himself. These are his team, his friends, yet the curiosity of these two going at it had him not able to tear his eyes away, or diffuse his boner.

How the fuck did he get here?

“I’m all in.”

“You are shit at this, Gaz.”

“Fuck off Ghost, not all of us can cheat a pokerface.”

“Excuses, excuses. You know he’s stone cold under there anyway, the mask makes no difference.” you interjected your leg bouncing impatiently under the table.

Ghost silently reveals his hand to an overconfident Sergeant Garrick. He reveals a pair of aces, one of spades, the other of hearts.

“Ooh-” Soap comments “Pocket rockets for the LT. What you got Gaz?”

Gaz turns over his cards with a defeated flourish, revealing nothing but a pair of sevens and a king high.

“I swear, I thought you were just bluffin’ this time.” He tries to defend himself “How many lucky cards are you hiding up your arse?”

"Luck ain't got nothing to do with it, mate. You're just shit at keeping your cool. Can read you like a book." Ghost responds, raking in Kyle's pool of chips across the table and beginning to organise them into his own neat piles.

Soap catches your eye with a raised brow, impish excitement evident on his smirk. Of all the boys, John was by far the most open. Easy to talk to, joke with, to read. It allowed an unspoken level of comfort between the two of you that made these safe house slogs easier to stick out. The rest of them varied on the scale of approachability. Price teetered at the very edge due to his position over them, the rest of the boys falling somewhere in-between, and Ghost? Well, Ghost was ghost.

The man was a tough nut to crack. He was direct and efficient, a damn good soldier, and he knew how to have a laugh when the setting was appropriate. Yet he always kept himself closely guarded even during moments of down time.

Even with you.

"I think I'm done, kids." Price announces standing to his feet and downing the dregs of the beer in his hand "Have fun losing, Garrick."

The table all sniggers as Gaz shrugs in defeat. Price pats Soap on the shoulder absentmindedly as he walks past and heads to his room.

"Night, Cap." Soap acknowledges, followed by various good nights from the rest of the team.

"You dealing Gaz, or have have you had enough?" Ghost asks him.

"Can't we play something else? Something I'm actually good at."

"Not sure that's how games are supposed to work mate."

"We could switch to strip poker, Soap can finally get a peek of Ghosts tits like he's always wanted." You quip, earning a 'oh ha ha' from McTavish.

"Or more likely, Garrick'll have his balls out on the table in less than 4 deals." Ghost responds, shuffling the cards he'd collected from the table and placing them back into their cardboard box.

"Good point." You wince "I've got Uno?"

"Fuckin' Uno?"

"You got any other ideas?"

"What about truth or dare?" Gaz interjects

"What are we, a bunch of twelve year olds?" Ghosts asks.

"Some of us are." You answer, casting an accusing glance at soap.

Ghost lets out a light chuckle at your comment as he strides to the fridge, he bends to grab a handful of bottles from the bottom shelf.

"You 'avin another Gaz?"

"Nah, I better not. I might join Price and head off actually."

"Remember to use protection Gazza." Soap jokes at his choice of words and earns an unimpressed sigh from Garrick.

As Gaz retreats to his room, Ghost places a bottle in front of you and Soap before manoeuvring his mass back onto one of the tiny dining chairs. You prop your boots up on the table where Gaz' space now lays empty, using the edge of the table to pop the bottle cap off and take a swig.

"So, Soap-" you start "-Lochness monster, is she real?"

Soap is silent for a moment as he takes a drink.

"Course she is. Dated her back in school."

"Oh really, she a good lay?"

"Amazing, yeah." He takes another sip "Those flippers, incredible man."

"You two don't half talk some utter bollocks." Ghost interrupts, a hidden indication of amusement in his tone.

"Sorry boss, would you rather us talk about our tragic childhoods and workplace trauma?" You ask.

Ghost stares at you blankly for a moment,

"Negative. Continue." He turns back to Soap before adding to the conversation "What size flippers are we talkin'?"

You and McTavish both chuckle at the lieutenant's change of heart.

"Fucking huge, man."

"Hot." You comment.

"Even bigger than those fucking tennis rackets you got on the end of your wrists LT." Soap continues "Goddamn workplace hazard those things."

"What the fuck you talkin' about?" Ghost asks, inflection seeming somewhat offended.

Soap turns to address you instead, continuing as if Ghost is no longer there.

"You stand behind this fucker's shoulder in the field waiting for your orders, and he starts signing to Alejandro, nearly pokes my fucking eye out."

"Then you shouldn't have been standing so close." Ghost grumbles

"Then there was that time he almost slapped me."

"Again, standing too close." Ghost defends himself

"I am not standing too close. You've just arms like Mr fucking Tickle."

"Piss off McTavish." Ghost scolds him "Isn't it past your bedtime?"

Soap has to try not to snigger at the irony of the memory, having compared ghosts long features to one of his childhood books, and now having watched him use said features to bring you to a whimpering mess in front of his very eyes.

"Gh-Simon, please, I-fuck" you stutter as Ghost quickens the pace of his fingers inside you.

Soap can hear the wet sound of your walls succumbing to the lieutenant's whim as he curls his fingers and finds that spot inside you.

You can't help the loud moan that escapes you as he begins to fuck you on his fingers without mercy. Ghost's left hand comes to clasp over your mouth, deliciously firm but still oddly tender.

"Shh… That's it." He murmurs sweetly in your ear as you begin to soak your shorts in response to the purposeful angle of his fingers "Atta' girl. Give it to me."

Soap hasn't seen a girl cum like that before, not outside of a porno anyway.

He needs to teach me how to do that.

"Fuck-"

You cry out against Ghosts fingers as they muffle your moans, but there was little he could do about the sound of your squirt gushing from you and soaking through the fabric of your shorts, small bursts now beginning to trickle onto the kitchen floor.

The way you then collapse against Ghost's body so willingly, your head falling into the crook of his neck having been released from his grip, gives Soap an inkling that this might not be the first time you two had done this. There was a strange intimacy in the way that you were crumpled against him in post orgasm bliss, Ghosts large body almost drowning your stature as his arms hold you securely against him, a hand occasionally brushing your hairline or your cheek as he gazes down at you patiently.

"Fuck, Simon." You finally manage to breathe out a coherent sentence "I fucking need you so bad."

Your pussy is still spasming, lost at the feeling of emptiness and now anticipating the main course that usually followed.

"I know, sweetheart." Ghost coos "And I'd bend you over this fuckin table right here, right now - but I think McTavish has had enough of a free show for one night."

Just a second note because I'm not sure how universal the Mr Men books are. But for anyone who isn't familiar the Mr Men are a book series for kids, there's different characters like Mr bump who falls over all the time, Mr tickle has long arms etc... So for anyone who didn't get the reference, this is the cursed fucker I was talking about lmao

Soap freezes, eyes wide and shoulders squaring. Ghost's head lifts to meet his, making direct eye contact with him through the darkness of the corridor. The black that fills the sockets of Ghosts masked face, exposing the whites and deep colour of his eyes in greater clarity, has never been so fucking terrifying.

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Gaz, the king of consent

Your boyfriend seems to care more about your own wellbeing more than his. He always knows how to check in and never break the mood. His mama raised that boy right, I know she did.

Gaz, who when you were at the end of your first date walks you up to your door at the end of the night and leans against the wall. After giggling together for a moment and expressing your feelings about the date, he pauses and anxiously chews his lip.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah I just…” He scans your face, eyes lingering on your lips for a second too long. “I just really want to kiss you.” He chuckles anxiously, scratching the back of his neck, looking down to your eyes in silent question.

You step forward, interlocking your hands together infront of you. “I’d like that.” You whisper sweetly, your half lidded eyes flicking down to his lips.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Gaz hesitates for a second before cupping your face and interlocking your lips with his. You both close your eyes as he sighs into the kiss. After a few seconds, he pulls back and rests his forehead against yours, bearing the biggest smile you’ve ever seen. He huffs a small laugh in disbelief.

“I’ll see you soon?” You ask, focusing on his gorgeous brown eyes.

“Yeah.” He chuckles. “Yeah, whenever you want.”

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Or what about Gaz, who when you were watching a movie with on his couch for the first time, slides his hand up your thigh. Slowly inching higher as he gauges your reaction.

He leans in, movie completely rejected as he whispers in your ear, “Tell me to stop.”

You squirm slightly as he keeps his place, slowly rubbing the delicate skin between your soft thighs. “Please…”

“Please, what?”

“Fuck- please touch me.” You whine, watching his smile grow as he wraps his arms around you, slowly working his hands up your shirt.

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How about Gaz, who when you first have sex, whispers praises and small questions as he works his way up your body, worshiping every inch of you.

“Is that good? Yeah?”

“Yeah, you like it when I touch you here, don’t you? What about… here? Shh shh shhh that’s it, good girl.”

“Show me what you need, baby.”

“Oh you like that, huh? You want more?”

“Such a sweet little thing, telling me what you want. So good for me, aren’t you?”

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Or maybe even Gaz, whose respect for you and your consent goes beyond intimacy and into your normal daily life.

You’re in the kitchen busy making something for yourself? Gaz makes himself known as he steps into the room, not wanting to sneak around and scare you.

He lets you know when he approaches you from behind, whether it’s letting his shoes shuffle on the floor louder than usual, purposefully stepping on that one squeaky floorboard, or announcing his presence verbally.

“Coming up behind you, love.” He says gently with a hand on your lower back as he scoots past between you and the kitchen island.

It’s very domestic. Whenever you’re looking pretty, Gaz always wants to capture the moment to treasure it forever. Whether you’re cuddling with the pet, covered in dirt in the flowerbed, or maybe indulging in one of your many hobbies.

“May I take a photo of you, love? Just for me?” He asks softly as you sip your wine across from him at the table. You smile and nod, watching as he quickly gets his phone out from his pocket, snapping a few photos and showing you to get your approval.

Sometimes, Gaz doesn’t ask first in fear of ruining the candid shot, but instead takes a sneaky photo and checks with you after it’s taken.

“I took photo of you, gorgeous. Would you like to see? How do you feel? Do you want me to delete it?” He asks as he shows you the sneaky photo he took of you playing with your new baby niece, who’s laughing as you throw her up in the air.

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Finally, Gaz who doesn’t argue when you say no.

Not in the mood for something? “That’s okay love. Thank you for letting me know.” He smiles, squeezing your hand.

Gaz doesn’t continue anything if you’re unsure, he slows or stops what he’s doing immediately if he sees you hesitate even for a second. “Not sure? That’s okay, baby. Take a minute. It’s okay to say no.” He assures you slowly.

Apologising for saying no to something? Nope, he can’t have that.

“Hey, you don’t need to apologise, alright?” He reminds you gently. “You did good. I want you to tell me if you’re not into something. You’re allowed to say no, okay? No one’s forcing you into anything.” He chuckles, hoping to reassure your nerves as he leads you away from the roller coaster that’s too big for your liking. “We’ll go do something that you do like, yeah?”

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eyes closed - pt. 3 - R.Z

“It was almost like you were memorizing how the other looked. Or maybe trying to remember what it looked like to see light in each other’s eyes.”

A/N: After many...MANY months of me absolutely hating this part and putting off publishing it, here it is! My apologies for making yall wait, truly. While the ending is fairly open, I may or may not write small filler tidbits here and there for this series when I feel the inspiration. But for now, this is the end of this official series. Thanks for staying with me :)

GeneralTags/Warnings: Physical violence (pirate fight, blood/death mentions), PTSD, ANGST, gets a little less angsty at the end, open ending

Playlist:

Just a Man by Jorge Rivera-Herrans Holding Hands by The Magic Lantern Hanging On by Active Child Exorcism by Clairity Hug Me by Jung Joonil

Word Count: 3.7k

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“You know I’ve always got you, right?”

It came out of nowhere. Sort of.

It was just after a pretty rough fight. After Chopper had to clean up the cuts you had received. You weren’t worried about them. You knew Zoro was at your back and would take care of you no matter what.

He seemed to be startled at your sudden statement, turning his head to look at you from where he sat next to you in the crows nest, hidden from the rest of the crew. You continued to look up at the sky, watching as the clouds floated by in their various shapes. Your eyes seemed so bright, content at looking at the stars appearing from behind the clouds. However, his eyes traced over the white bandage covering your cheek, a painful reminder that he had been only a hair away from preventing it. It was eating him up inside, but he pushed the self-criticism to the side for now.

“I know.” It was a simple response, only two words, just as you expected from a man like him. Your eyes closed, absorbing the air around you, taking in his presence beside you. The night was humid, but the breeze from the ocean helped to cool you down some. It dragged across your face, the salty scent relaxing your shoulders.

“You know I’ve always got you?” His question sounded slightly more insecure than yours, a tone that left a bad taste in your mouth. You knew it was about how you seemed to have more bandages than him, even though it may have just been one or two more, and he was beating himself up over it. He needed to be reassured that you trusted him to be there for you.

You smiled, gently, so as to not rip open the small band-aid on the cut on your lip. A hand lightly covered over his fist, enclosing it in a reassuring warmth that spread throughout his entire body. Your eyes opened and looked over at him, already watching you. 

“I know.”

Some band of pirates attacked the boat. That’s all you knew.

As soon as you heard fists flying and loud yells you grabbed your weapon that sat beside you on the bed and ran out onto the deck. Immediately there were two attackers coming at you, their yells filled your ears. You blocked each of their attacks, slashing your blades at their throats, red splattering across your face and clothes. Adrenaline spiked, you could feel your heartbeat racing. It had been so long since you were in a proper fight, you forgot what the rush had felt like. An indescribable high.

But a sudden laugh shocked you. A bone-chillingly familiar one. You turned your head slightly to the right to watch as Silver Tooth casually made his way to you, his sword lazily dragging against the deck next to his feet. Your body ached again, fear paralyzing you in your spot as he got closer and closer.

“I thought I told you…you aren’t leaving here.”

The next thing you knew, your blade was lodged in the neck of the aggressor, and Silver Tooth was gone. The random pirate’s eyes were wide in shock and fear, his face paling with his blood drained. The blood from his neck ran red over your fist, and you drew out your blade, watching as his body dropped to the deck, blood still pooling.

It was all you could see. Red. If anyone was to describe how they saw you, they would have said you were bloodthirsty. Possessed. Something else was in control of your body, and it wasn’t letting you up any time soon. 

You looked for the next target.

Across the boat, the green-haired assassin sliced through the onslaught of invaders. His mind stuck on one thing: you. He needed to get to you, to see you with his own eyes, to make sure you were okay. It had been so long since you were in battle, and not all of your injuries were fully healed. He planned to cut down anyone and everyone in his path to you, no matter how big or who they were. He wouldn’t fail you again.

When the rush of offenders finally slowed down, you took note of all the bodies that surrounded you. Your hands were drenched in their blood. Or maybe some of it was yours? You couldn’t differentiate any of it anymore, and you couldn’t even feel the pain inflicted on your body due to the adrenaline high.

You know you should feel something at the talley of victims that had fallen to your blade. But you would process those emotions later. For now, you needed to protect your crew. You climbed up the stairs towards the upper deck, seeing everyone was able to hold their own for the most part.

Dodging around and over bodies, you looked through everyone. You weren’t even quite sure what exactly you were looking for. It just felt as though your body went on autopilot, searching for something in particular. Until you found Zoro, and a clashing sense of relief and dread filled your chest.

He only had one sword in his hands, the Wado Ichimonji, his other two having been knocked across the deck. He was struggling against the other hulking man. A grotesquely muscular man, veins and tendons showing through his skin. 

And you stood, staring. Watching. Emotions all over the place. 

Your hands wrapped around your own weapon tightly, shaking from how tense you were, nails digging into the metal of it. Your breathing was jagged, and there were too many voices in your head screaming at you. A particularly strong one came to the forefront, begging and pleading for you to move, to help him in any possible way. 

And then there was another one. One that you had grown so accustomed to these past few months of dodging him and not meeting his pain-filled eyes. One telling you that you should just let it happen.

Maybe then you could move on. Maybe then Silver Tooth would leave you alone. Maybe you could finally sleep. Fuck, you just wanted to sleep.

You could hear your name being yelled, a deep and familiar strained voice, and when you focused back to the scene in front of you, you saw Zoro staring at you wide-eyed, eyebrows drawn together in his effort to keep his opponent from overpowering him. He was relieved to see you, to see that you were okay and just steps away from him. After all, you always had his back. You took a step forward, shaking your head to clear away the menacing voice telling you to just watch, the grip on your weapon tightening as you prepared to save your partner.

But just as you started, you suddenly stopped. A shape appeared over Zoro’s shoulder. A smile. Shiny teeth telling you exactly who it was. Silver Tooth wasn’t even looking at you, watching in amusement at the struggle the swordsman was in the middle of.

“Wanna make a deal?” The menacing voice was clear, as if he was standing right next to you. No…like he was surrounding you entirely. His voice wraps around your body, engulfing you in your nightmares. Your eyebrows knit together as you willed your feet to move forward, but couldn’t find the strength to go. Silver Tooth’s eyes flicked over to you, staring so intensely, it felt as though he could see right through you.

“Let him die. And I’ll leave you alone.”

There was a flicker of a memory that appeared at the forefront of your mind. The words felt so…familiar, but you couldn’t clearly remember it, fighting to try to piece it together. All you could see was the gator skin boots and a blade going through the poster with Zoro’s face.

There was another yell of your name somewhere behind you, but your gaze remained on your captor’s face, afraid that if you lost sight of him he might attack.

Zoro saw the look in your eye, the lack of recognition, you looked completely spaced out despite your weapons in your hand, the blood dripping from the blades and your face. The relief he had previously felt melted away into something else. A familiar feeling, but one he had never felt towards you before. 

Rage. It shook every fiber of his being. You weren’t his partner anymore. You were a stranger. You weren’t gonna save him.

Your eyes widened as you realized what the memory was.

“Only when he dies will I ever give you peace.”

Staring, you watched another person you had been avoiding for months. Yourself. At least, you think it’s you looking back in the mirror over the vanity in your room. You couldn’t quite recognize the figure. So many of your features seemed to have become darker. Your eyes were dull, the bags under your eyes held tales of your time away. 

The slam of your bedroom door signaled his arrival, and you had to steel yourself against your vanity’s washbasin to not run away from Zoro as your body had become accustomed to. A tactic to avoid the emotions that arose simply in his presence. The lump in your throat thickened as you knew what was coming. He was more than justified to be pissed off.

“What the fuck was that!?” You felt him come up right behind you, but did not dare to look up into the mirror to see him, afraid of how you might react. You clenched your teeth, allowing him to get his emotions out without interruption.

“We’re supposed to be partners! Were you just planning to watch me die?” You remained silent, but slowly you felt an ache rising within your chest, and you tried so hard to swallow the lump in your throat. However, the silence only fueled his anger.

“Listen, I get it, I fucking do – you don’t wanna be around me, you hate me– fuck–” Gripping the basin a little tighter, your hand started to cramp, but you refused to let go. You don’t hate him…do you?

“I don’t–”

“No, you know what, I don’t get it! I fought tooth and fucking nail to have you back! I thought I lost just one friend to that asshole, but I’ve lost you too?!” You swung yourself around to look into his eyes.

“I’VE LOST MYSELF.”

Silence. It consumed the both of you – stifling, suffocating, heavy. Your eyes stared at him wildly, the blood that had now dried on your face made you look more unhinged. He saw the dark circles surrounding your bloodshot eyes, your raw lips from your biting so much at them.

“Zoro…every time I look at you…all I see is him.” There was a quiet rage in your voice as you forced the words out. “Every time I’m around you,” Your voice came out a little quieter, cracking. “I feel like I'm right back in there. That he is about to walk around that corner and start the torture again, and again, and again.”

Your fist came down against the basin repeatedly, and you could barely register the throbbing pain that shot through your hand. Zoro couldn't move or say anything. He knew you went through hell, he knew you were holding back. Your face felt hot with anger and unshed tears that you were failing to keep in. He realized that this was the first time he had ever seen you cry.

“I–...I feel like I’m losing my fucking mind, Z, and…and I don’t know what to do…”

All that could be heard was the incessant ticking of the clock on the dresser. He had always hated it, always pestered you about getting rid of it. He never understood why you kept it around for it to disrupt the silence of the room. But maybe that’s exactly why you kept it. 

And now, it felt as though it were counting up the seconds post-aftermath. Or possibly, counting down before the bomb dropped.

Out of all the things you expected him to do – yell at you, scream in frustration, leave your room, break something – falling to his knees was not one of them. But he was on the ground in front of you, swords clattering to the floor, head hung low. It was so sudden you didn’t fully understand what was happening until it did. He looked so vulnerable.

You heard him faintly mumble something, just not clear enough for you to hear.

“What?”

“It’s my…”

“What are y–”

“It’s my…fault. All of it is my fault.” Your body froze as you stared at the top of the man’s bowed head. Your eyes were wide in shock, not fully understanding what he was confessing.

“I don’t…I don’t understand.” You forced the words through the lump in your throat.

“He took you because of me. He wanted to hurt me…and he did. He is.” At this admission you abruptly shook your head, stepping backwards only to be met with the vanity’s edge against your back. “He wanted me, but…he got something even better.”

You only have him to blame for this. You could hear Silver Tooth’s voice in your ear. Could feel his breath against your skin. The room was starting to spin, and you felt slightly nauseous. 

“My very first night there…he said that I was ��simply a means to an end.’ I could never figure out what…what he meant…” Your hands came back up to grip the edge of the basin, attempting to ground your dizzy head. It was…planned.

“I fought him. A while ago.” Zoro looked up at you and let out a shaky breath before continuing. “Before I was with Luffy, I came across him during my earlier years as a pirate hunter. At the time I wasn’t really looking for him but…another pirate. They called her Mirra the Gator.”

Gator skin boots. Your eyes fluttered shut, remembering those boots he would always wear, the chains on them constantly jingling around.

“Vicious woman. When I came across her…it made sense as to why she had a eighty million Berry bounty on her head.” He sighed again, his eyes now closed, remembering that day. The catalyst. 

“Some nameless pirate hunter? Going to take me down? Don’t make me laugh.” Mirra watched amused as she and her partner turned around. The man smiled at Zoro, teeth glinting in the dim candle lights of the alleyway. “When I am to die, it surely won’t be by the likes of you…Zero? Zondo?”

Her laugh echoed through the small clearing of buildings. Zoro tightened his grip on his blade, a twitch at the corner of his lips at her conceitedness. Everyone was always so bold before they realized his skill. He was slowly making a name for himself, though.

“Look at that, Mirrie…he has to have three swords to fight.” The man standing beside her in the god-awful hat pointed at the swords on the swordsman’s hip, smile never once faltering. “See, boy, I only need one.”

The man charged at Zoro, sword at the ready on his side. It didn’t take much for Zoro to simply dodge his attack, stepping out of the way. The man stumbled a bit, but caught himself, whipping around to prepare another attack. Zoro narrowed his eyes at the man, challenging him to continue.

He once again ran towards the pirate hunter, jumping up on the wall to come down from above. However, Zoro ducked under the man’s arm, and brought his sword down to slash at his back. With a grunt, the pirate went down, blood spilling out from his back.

“I’m not interested in you. I want her.”

Mirra smiled sinisterly, drawing her own sword out.

“I’ve been waiting for a worthwhile challenge. Come on then, Mister…?”

“Roronoa Zoro.”

“God she was so fucking cocky. But she gave me one hell of a fight.”

He couldn’t read your face as he watched you staring at him, still standing above him as he knelt. Your eyebrow flicked up for a quick second before you moved around him to your bed, sitting on the edge. You took a deep breath to steady yourself, before patting the edge next to you twice, gesturing your head to beckon him over.

Except he didn’t move, and you turned your head to see him staring at you in shock.

“You’re gonna hurt your knees like that. Come sit.” Your voice was low, almost a whisper, as you had such low energy after all the action and emotions of the day. The exhaustion in your eyes and words told him everything he needed to know.

He decided to listen to you. It had been so long since he had been at your side that he almost felt withdrawals. He didn’t even realize how right it felt to be next to you until he didn’t have there anymore.

“But you won,” you said in a matter-of-fact manner as he sat somewhat stiffly next to you. He raised his eyebrow, looking at you in the corner of his eye. You were yet again avoiding looking at him directly. “That's why he came after you.”

Zoro just nodded before continuing the story.

“Mirra! NO!”

The sword fell from her hand first. Like a warning sign before her legs gave out beneath her. She looked down at the blade embedded in her heart, Zoro’s hands steady as he pulled the blade out from it.

“Poster said dead or alive. You made the choice.” Zoro said coldly, flicking his sword to get some of the blood off it. Finally, the woman’s legs gave out, and she crumpled to the ground. Her eyes looked from the hole in her chest before looking to the side at her lover reaching out for her.

But it didn’t last long. The Wado Ichimonji sliced through the air, and with the swishing sound, Mirra’s head was separated from her body.

Zoro was startled from his memory by a shaky, breathy laugh coming from you.

“She lost her head. And I’ve lost mine.” Zoro closed his eyes again at your statement, tightly - as if in pain. “What a clever asshole.” 

A silence yet again consumed you both as you continued to process everything he told you in the past hour. However, something he mentioned earlier set off a red light in your head.

“What do you mean you lost a friend?” You rung your hands in your lap staring at the ground in front of you. Zoro sighed, slouching slightly as he sat next to you on the bed.

“There was a boy, around seventeen. Pierre.”

The face of the young pirate who helped free you flashed in your mind. The first semblance of kindness and concern towards you that you felt while on that ship. You remembered the matted dark hair as he laid on the ground, bleeding from where Silver Tooth kicked him.

“He…He was a friend. A kid I taught some skills to years ago. He was very determined, wanting to get better in his swordsmanship, wanting to reach my level.” Zoro huffed a laugh. “Kinda reminded me of how I was when I was younger. Gutsy.” His fist clenched, and out of the corner of your eye you watched as his jaw tightened and his eye closed.

“I asked him to help me find you. People know my face, Silver Tooth and his crew knew my face. But Pierre could slip in and find you. And he did find you. Once he did, he immediately sent for me. But…he was killed.”

Trying to save me. You didn’t say it out loud, but it bounced around your head. Another heaving of guilt to add into your full rucksack.

“It was…it was selfish of me. To send him in there. He’s skilled, but he went in there surrounded by enemies. Fuck, he just wanted to prove himself to me.” He muttered out in a low whisper.

You looked back over at him, only to be met with his eyes already staring at you. Every signal in your head was telling you to look away, body buzzing for you to go back to staring at everything but him. But your vision remained locked on him. You could see all the pain and anger behind them. Zoro wasn’t one to let his sadness out by talking, preferring to use the negative energy in training. But it was different with you. You both knew that, and you’ve known for a while.

For a second, or maybe a good few minutes, that was how you two sat. Staring at each other, eyes trailing over each others’ face. It was almost like you were memorizing how the other looked. Or maybe trying to remember what it looked like to see light in each other’s eyes. You take a sudden deep breath before turning away.

“You know, this is the first proper interaction we’ve had in months?”

You and Zoro stood there, at the edge of the ship, leaning against the rail side by side. You stared at the various colors of the sun lowering on the horizon. The various oranges and yellows, the slight pinks that blended into the blue of the sky. The ocean crashed against the ship, and it sounded right. It sounded like how they should. And you were where you should be. Next to him. 

They were all right. You couldn’t let the Silver Tooth win. He took over your brain and planted himself there. His presence stayed in your air, in your dreams, in the clothes you wore, in the skin covering your body. He left his marks, mentally and physically. But your team were the ones who saved you. They got rid of him. Zoro got rid of him.

And no matter what lasting damage Silver Tooth did, you would fight till your last breath to ensure Zoro would remain a part of your life.

But little steps, as Robin said. 

So for now, you were more than content to be here with him. It would be difficult, the urge to get far away from him still clawing at your skin, but it was worth it. You could smell his natural scent coming from his body, your shoulders untensing. His elbow was exactly two inches away from yours, and you kept it that way. You would learn to be safe around him again.

And he would never stop making sure you were safe.

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happy halloween

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The Bewitching

—thinking about roommate!simon riley seeing you in your halloween costume… MDNI

"Where's your sexy roommate anyway, babe?" Your friend, dressed as a sexy witch, purred from her spot on a stool around the kitchen island. You had invited two friends over to spend Halloween with you since your roommate, Simon, had to work.

"He, uh, had to work," you say, taking a sip of your wine. Your witchy friend's eyes widened as she carefully dipped a pita chip into some hummus.

"On Halloween?" She gawked, pushing the chip into her mouth, eyes wide. You also take a chip and swirl it around in the hummus before shrugging.

"Seems so," you say, inhaling the chip. You turn to pull open the fridge, reaching for a bottle of champagne. Once you turn back, you see your other friend dressed as a sexy police officer, head slightly titled in confusion, her eyes carefully observing your costume.

"So, what are you supposed to be? A sexy nurse?" She questions. You raise your brows, perplexed that she couldn't tell who you were.

"You're kidding, right?" You urge, waiting a minute before continuing to see if she is joking. She shakes her head no, pursing her lips. You shake your head in disbelief. "Debs, I'm one of the nurses from Silent Hill."

"Should've gotten Simon to dress as pyramid head," your sexy witch friend instantly says. You flick your eyes to hers to see a smirk spreading on her lips.

"Oh, please," you laugh out. "Over his dead body would he ever willingly dress up." You take a sip of your wine, stalling when you hear the sound of a familiar truck pulling into the driveway.

"Oh, looks like your big guy is home," Debs winks. You roll your eyes, set your wine glass down, and head for the front door. You step out to see Simon searching for something in his truck.

"Hey," you greet. "What're you doing back so early?" He doesn't avert his attention from some loose papers he was scanning over.

After a minute, he says, "Price had a Halloween thing for his kid." He continues sifting through loose papers. "So, here I am," he dryly says, eyes still focused on the papers.

"Okay. FYI, the girls are inside—" You start before he interrupts, finally turning around to face you.

"If you want, I can just go to a bar, or—" He abruptly stops, eyes wandering down your body, taking in your costume—which included a very provocative dress. He swallows deeply as his eyes sweep over your exposed thighs, up to the deep dip of your breasts on display.

"Simon?" You prod, trying to understand why he has stopped speaking. He drags his eyes up to look into yours.

"You—what are you supposed to be?" He lazily questions.

"Um, a nurse," you say; he tilts his head to the side.

"Never seen a nurse look like that," he sticks his tongue out to wet the seam of his dry lips. You feel a sudden rush of embarrassment.

"It's from a—a game," you quickly say, rocking back on the heels of your feet. "It's kind of stupid," you turn your head away from him, trying to hide some embarrassment from his gaze.

"I like it," his eyes shamelessly drag down the length of your body. You flick your eyes back to him, offering him a small smile, noting the way his eyes become darker as the seconds pass.

"Ya?" You're shocked that you managed to get a word out since your mouth had turned to ash. Dry as a bone.

"Mhm," he hums as he takes a step towards you. You swallow hard as he steps closer to you, close enough for his fingers to graze the hem of your dress, tugging it down gently so it covers a little more of your thighs.

"Simon," you breathlessly say as you feel his fingers graze your bare skin.

"Dress ridin' up a little high," he murmurs, though he doesn't take his fingers away from you. He looks down at you, taking in your lazily closed eyes. "Have you gone out yet?"

"Wha—no. Didn't really want to," your tone is a little wobbly now as his hand slowly skimmed under your dress. You release a shallow breath.

He tilts his head back slightly. "No? What is it you wanted to do then?" He continues his movements, skimming his fingers up your thigh, slowly maneuvering between them. You find yourself gripping his shoulders. "Huh?" He tuts.

"I don't—I don't know," you choke out, dropping your head slightly as his hand grazes your cunt over your already wet underwear. You find yourself pushing yourself into his palm.

He leaned in closer to you, his hot breath grazing against the shell of your ear. "Did you want me to see you in this little outfit?" He whispers. You lean into his words flowing in your ear. "You knew how badly I wanted to touch this pretty pussy. Didn't you?" You let out an involuntary moan at his words, tightening your grip on his shoulders.

His pointer and middle finger slip into you through your underwear, grazing your clit. You find yourself rocking against his fingers to get more friction. "Ah, fuck. That's it, pretty girl," he groans, moving his fingers faster. "Keep fucking my fingers—just like that."

He pulled you closer onto him with his other hand, gripping your ass tightly to get you more friction. You leaned your head into his chest, moaning as his fingers continued to move in you.

"Fuck, baby. Look at me—look at me," he commands. You flick your head up to look him in the eyes; his mouth is slightly parted from panting. "Just like that," he pants, watching your mouth agape as he coaxes your orgasm, making you come in your underwear.

He holds you up as your body spasms, gifting him with the sweet mewls you spew. Once your orgasm subsides, he grips one side of your soaked underwear, slipping it down your thighs and tucking it into the pocket of his cargo pants he wore.

You look up at him, doe-eyed, before you look around in horror. "Oh my—you just, you just fingered me in the front yard," you frantically say, taking a step away from him. His lip quips at your genuine anguish.

"I know. I was there," he monotonously says. Anxiously, you bring your hands to thread through your hair. Your eyes widen even more.

"Oh my—my friends," you exclaim, whipping your head to your house.

"Guess you'll have some explaining to do," he casually says.

"Fuck you," you remark.

"Hungry for more already?" He smirked, pulling you by the arm closer to him so you rested flat against his body.

"No—you know that's not what I meant!"

a/n: happy almost halloween! take my treat to u all! divider!

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texting a number neighbor out of boredom.

> what's the difference between a hippo and a zippo

it's a stupid joke. you don't expect an answer. you’re certain your other number neighbor blocked you. as quickly as you send it, you forget it. you find another distraction. it isn't until hours later, just past midnight, that you get a response.

>> How did you get this number?

it's not much, but it's engagement. you smirk at your glowing screen. should you continue? at best, you make a stranger laugh. at worst, you're only mildly annoying. there's no real harm.

> no guesses then?

when they fail to respond within a few minutes, you figure they decided to block you after all. so, it really is harmless to text again. you owe it to them to finish the joke.

> one is real heavy and the other is a little lighter

you lock your phone, figuring that's that, but—a notification bubble appears.

>> Amateur hour. >> What did Cinderella say when she got to the ball?

you roll over, grinning. you know this one.

> straight to the dirty jokes, stranger?

>> The best kind I know.

> debatable

>> Unlike some, I don’t waste time.

> that why you only last 60 seconds?

it’s a dirty and mean joke, but no cruder than the cinderella punchline. if they can dish it out, they can take it. still. it’s a long couple of minutes before they respond.

>> That was at least 90 seconds.

you snort, rolling over again in bed with a gleeful kick. it goes on like that for a while. filthy joke for filthy joke. bad joke for bad joke. some raunchy. some flirtatious. neither of you bother with names. they never even ask why you texted a random number. eventually you glance at the clock. it’s an ungodly hour. this has gone on long enough.

you send a goodnight message and decide fuck it. you snap a quick photo of yourself in bed, both hands holding it above your head on the pillow. only the lower half of your face is visible to show off your big smile. blurry but cute. definitely no harm in sending it if it isn’t your whole face.

> thanks for making me laugh all night :) have a nice life!

you swiftly block the number, getting ahead of any possible creepy response. the twinge of guilt passes. you choose to believe that you made someone’s day. who wouldn’t want to trade dumb jokes with a cute face?

you let the conversation drift to the back of your head and forget about it. you get busy. no time to dick around like you used to. weeks pass. every once in a while you hear a terrible line and think of your number neighbor, but they stay blocked.

one evening, arriving home late from work, a hand catches the lift door just before it shuts. in steps a massive fella, tall enough that your head dips all the way back when you reflexively ask which floor. he hides behind a mask and a cap, but you glimpse a pale pink scar jutting over a cheekbone. he glances at the panel, and mutters your floor number.

when the lift starts to rise, your stomach sinks. he doesn’t turn around like one would normally. he blocks the doors, wide shoulders heaving with deep breaths. his eyes drill into you, studying you intently.

the moment you decide to hit the elevator’s help button, he speaks.

“why’d the ghost take the lift?”

your mouth dries. wait.

he steps forward, caging you into the corner. the mask lifts slightly in the corners. his eyes crinkle. he’s smiling.

“to lift ‘is spirits.”

he raises an open palm and slots it over the top half of your face, then chuckles. as it comes down, he leans closer.

“why’d you block me, sweet’eart?”

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@giftober 2024 | Day 13: “Reactions”

Gaz and his adorable nose scrunch (or his stank face)

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"Hey...are you finished yet?"

You sidled up to Kento in the kitchen, impatient, his waist snatched by his apron as he chopped chillies. He knew what you wanted, and chastised you without venom, a wry half-smile upon his mouth.

"If you want dinner, you'll wait a few more minutes."

You loitered by the counter, one leg stretching out to stroke at Kento's hip, your toes trailing round his waist, and down, and--

Kento coughed, grabbing your toes against his lap, dropping his knife and giving his hands a cursory wash under the tap. Holding your foot to him, he closed in until your knee was crumpled to your chest, and you giggled as he glowered down at you.

He leaned down, his voice rumbling, appraising your body in his shirt with hungry eyes. Lifting you up on the counter, he continued to chastise you to your laughter, his voice low at your neck as he made love to it.

"You're not wearing anything under there, are you, Mrs.Nanami? Impatient. Filthy."

Giggles turned into sighs, turned into whimpers as Kento tangled a gripping hand in the front of your shirt, affectionately restraining you while his fingers slid down to your core, slipping between your folds until he found his aim.

Kento allowed himself one long-fingered dip inside you with a shudder, before rolling practiced circles over your clit.

You nuzzled into him with a sigh, feeling so oddly sensitive down there. The feeling built, a strange warm prickle, thinking Kento must have doused his fingers in magic and sin before they met their mark. You shivered, whimpering, the feeling building.

"...ungh...hot..."

"Mmm...yes, you certainly are. Could always edge you like this until you--"

"--no-- no, Kento-- hot, it's hot!"

Kento pulled back in alarm at the terror in your voice, keen eyes narrowed and fixed on you. You both stared at each other for a moment in dumb confusion.

His eyes flicked down to his fingers, still as the grave between your lips. Your eyes flicked over to the chillies he'd been chopping just minutes before.

"Kento, the--"

"--the chillies, fuck, shit, I'm so sorry--"

You shrieked, slapping his glistening fingers away, your face twisted in pain. "--oh my fucking god, Kento, you fucking idiot--"

"--excuse me, I am sorry, but if I recall, you were the one who seduced me--"

"--why did you let me?!"

You shrieked again, the Great Fire of London blazing at the crest of your thighs. Kento jolted to life, darting to the fridge, reassuring you, while he berated you, while you panicked in pain.

"--hang on, hang on, you'll be alright--shit..."

Kento slopped milk into a glass, shoving his hand into it and walking back over to you as you lay back on the counter, one hand clasped over your burning vagina. Kento's voice rumbled, authoritative, his hair mussed and sweaty.

"Open up."

"--you're fucking joking, Kento--"

"Do as you're told. This will help. Open up."

Half-laughing, half-crying, half-aflame, more agony than woman, you kicked at Kento while he huffed a laugh, batting your thighs apart.

Still weakly objecting, you gasped when he sunk two milky fingers between your folds, dipping his hand once more in the cold milk, and back again. Milk, labia. Milk, labia.

Lying back with your hands over your face, miserable with shame, you could do nothing while Kento milk-fingered the burning chillies off you. You could feel him trying to look serious and mournful as he did it.

"Stop laughing, Kento--"

"I would never."

"--you absolutely are--"

"I wouldn't dare, my love."

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You and Kento ate your curry in silence. Kento's face was fixed throughout, deliberately solemn. You glared over at him occasionally, mulish, the ghost of a fire still lingering at your core.

Kento finished his curry, clearing his throat. He barely hid the crooked smile behind his napkin.

"That was delicious."

"...yeah. I guess it was."

"I do fancy a glass of milk though."

"--alright, that's it. Get undressed-- I'm giving you a blow job--"

"--darling--you've just eaten chillies--"

"Exactly."

Kento paled, voice tight as he begged for his life. "Please don't."

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came across a tiktok where the bride surprises the groom with her ‘spicy’ photos throughout their wedding day and all i can think of is pulling a stunt like that with nanami .. the embarrassingly bright flush that appears in red splotches below his neck that creeps up his ears; the way he blinks at the polaroids you discreetly slip into his clammy hand before he looks at you, then away again as he clears his throat to dismiss his reaction; the flustered smile that quirks up at the corner of his lips as he chuckles because the timing could not be any more perfect (for you, at least. it isn’t for him but he’d let it slide).

the pictures aren’t too explicit—god knows you’ve been more brazen in the past with your now-husband. they’re sensual, tasteful, and you know that they’re just right when kento tries to pull you away to somewhere secluded during the busy moments in between your reception since he told you that your guests can wait a few minutes. you tell him no, not yet, but not without handing him another polaroid.

even if he kind of expected it, he can never truly prepare himself when he flits his eyes down. you’re donned in lingerie that hugs your body in all the right places, and best of all, the set you’re wearing shares the same shade of blue as his signature dress shirt.

he can’t wait for the formalities to end.

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working on editing the last bits of eyes closed....this is just me putting zoro through the ringer, ZORO MY BELOVED IM SO SORRY

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Hey yall! Thank you for all your support on this fr fr, I promise I will be updating soon but life is life and gotta be an Adult before anything else 😭 again thank you for all your kind words on these parts, they genuinely mean so much to me and keep me wanting to continue these <3

eyes closed - pt. 2 - R.Z

“Even in death, he had his foot on the back of your neck.”

GeneralTags/Warnings: Physical pain against mc (punches, slaps, kicks), brainwashing (?), PTSD, VERY brief mention of eating issues, ANGST, Zoro is pretty sad im so sorry

Playlist:

Little Dark Age by MGMT I Can't Handle Change by Roar Reflections by The Neighbourhood

Word Count: 4k

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The first night there, you were treated with a grand welcome.

The “higher ups” of the crew took turns trying to break you down. There were a few times you almost passed out, but you tried to ground your mind, fingernails digging into your palms as you clenched your fists. Your crew would find you soon. Zoro would find you soon. And all these people would burn.

A kick to your stomach had you curling in on yourself on the floor. You were starting to recognize their shoes more than their faces. This pair belonged to the first mate and his long purple braid.

“I am so glad you still have some fight in you. The Captain particularly likes watching the hope leave feisty ones.” The crew laughed around him. “Maybe if you put on a really good show, we’ll get treated! I promise to give you my scraps.” Their laughs echoed even louder.

You gritted your teeth, pushed through the pain, and brought your hand out to grab at the first mate’s boot. You looked up at him standing above you, his eyes filled with vicious amusement. He tilted his head, before squatting down in front of you, curious as to what you had to say.

Then you struck, pulling his foot out from under him to throw him off balance, and brought him to the floor with you. He landed on his back with a grunt, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the face he made. You took the spit and blood that was pulling in your mouth and spat on his white shirt, marking it. You knew it would only lead to more pain, but if you could get one of them, you would be content.

“You fucking– Get the chair out!” The first mate yelled to the other men around him, and you felt yourself being picked up by your arms and dragged to the center of the room. They scraped over some sort of wooden chair, pushing you down to sit in it and holding you down. Cold chains tightened around your wrists, keeping your arms against the arms of the chair. They then moved down to your legs, wrapping around your ankles and keeping them to the legs of the chair. You heard some clicks from behind you, and as you tried to thrust your body backward to break the chair (to no avail), you realized they secured the chair to the floor.

The sound of a door opening silenced the room, save for you and your grunting, trying to get out of your chains by any means. Heavy footsteps made their way down the stairs, and you looked up to see a tall man with a gaudy hat, and even worse boots, smiling down at you. The silver in his teeth glinted at you in the small bit of light in the room.

All of the men watched his movements with an intenseness. He raised a hand up and waved it, all of his crew filed up the stairs and outside. As soon as the last member stepped out, he stepped up to you, grabbing your chin harshly with one hand. You noticed something in the other, like a piece of paper rolled up.

You didn’t have too much time to think about it, as he took his hand from your chin and slapped you with the palm. Your head spun, cheek smarting with pain. He laughed, bringing the back of his hand across your other cheek and whipping your head to the other side. Tears pricked your eyes and you tried your hardest to blink them away, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of your pain.

“How proud you are…” The captain grumbled, tilting his head like he was studying you, his face pensive. “I can see why you and the swordsman would be so close. I just don’t know how you deal with his arrogance.”

“You know nothing about him–” Another slap caught you off guard, and you grunted out loud before biting your tongue. The captain raised his eyebrow at your attempt to keep quiet and started walking around the chair, circling you like a hawk.

“Trying to keep so silent, but in the end? You’ll be screaming anyway. And when you’re yelling out in pain…when I finally break you…when you’re looking for a name to curse – you can call me Silver Tooth.” His eyes held a sadistic look, his breath reeking from having not seen a toothbrush in years.

“Yea? I think I might call you ‘Hot Breath’ instead...do you mind taking a step back from me?” You looked up at him despite the pounding pain in your head. Your eyes were defiant, even though they felt like they would burst from your skull at any point, and it sent a shiver down his spine in excitement. 

But as much as he wanted to keep this game going, he had a ship to run.

His fist, with all of its heavy rings, collided with your temple, making you see spots in your vision.

“You know,” he sighed and walked over to the wall in front of you. “You only have him to blame for this.” Your head rolled around on your neck. “If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t have to go through all this trouble.”

A bang on the wall caused you to jump, and you blinked back the blurriness, trying to see what he put on the wall as he moved back up the stairs. It…it looked like a Wanted poster.

“You’re simply a means to an end.”

Zoro’s Wanted Poster.

You woke up.

Actually woke up. Not forced awake from sudden agony.

Your eyes opened on their own to light streaming into the room through sheer curtains. The sound of waves crashing against the boat sounded how they should. It smelled familiar here. Like a campfire, some sort of plant lightly burning and wafting through the room, mixed with the salty ocean air coming through the open window. You closed your eyes to take it all in.

You couldn’t trust your brain. You couldn’t actually be home.

You just wanted to stay here forever.

You don’t want to wake up.

You don’t want to be in that room again.

“Oh! You’re awake!” A small, sweet voice called out. It made your eyes shoot back open, and you lifted your head (with some slight difficulty) to hear the hooves of your crewmate coming towards you. You saw his hat and antlers, then his face, as he crawled up onto the wooden chair next to the bed.

A feeling of disbelief washed over you.

“I’m…here?” Your voice was raw, scratchy. It sounded as if you hadn’t had water in days. Which might actually be true…

“...Yes? I am actually not sure how to answer that one!” His eyes looked at you curiously as he started to feel your face, trying to determine how hot you were. 

You wanted to ask if he was real, but hesitated. His touch felt real. And it was gentle. Something you hadn’t experienced in so long. But you still did not want to trust your brain yet, afraid that as soon as you got comfortable and allowed yourself to believe in it, he would appear to tear you apart again.

“You know, you’ve been out for a few days!” He exclaimed, turning in the chair to the small side table next to the bed that held a cup of water and a bowl of hot soup with a piece of bread on the side. “Sanji keeps coming by to see if you have eaten anything, and also to check to see if the food got cold! He said he wanted to make sure the first thing you ate when you woke up was his ‘good, hot food!’ His words, not mine!”

The tiny doctor rambled as he carefully grabbed the water cup, watching you cautiously as you winced when moving your arms to take it from him. He needed to see how badly moving around would be for you, and it seemed pretty rough just from a surface level.

He remembered when Sanji and Luffy brought you in from off that godforsaken boat. He was just about to come over, but they busted down his door before he could, your unconscious body dragging between them.

“What on earth happened?” Chopper yelled out, hurriedly making his way to the bed they were attentively putting you down on.

“We don’t know…but it’s way worse than any of us could have imagined.” Sanji stated, eyes not able to come off the plethora of bruises littering your face and arms, the blood both dried and fresh staining you. 

“Ch–...Chopper…please…do anything you can.” Chopper looked at Luffy in shock, never having heard this tone come from him before. Desperate.

He decided he didn’t like it.

“Days?” Your voice brought the doctor back to the present, the extended silence making you slightly uncomfortable. You sounded a little clearer now, having finished the water and handing him the glass back. You ignored the stinging at your lips as much as you could, the cuts and dryness reminding you they existed there.

“You were out for five days! I kept having to tell everyone that I could still hear your heartbeat.” He helped you sit up a bit more, but the aching in your body was so dreadful that you couldn’t help the tears that lined your eyes. You blinked them back quickly, hopeful that he hadn’t caught them. He handed over the bowl of soup to you and you started to spoon it quickly into your mouth, working through the soreness in your jaw.

“Woah, careful! You know you could eat yourself to death if you go too fast!” The doctor put his hoof on your hand in order to slow you down, and it took everything in you to not glare at him for keeping you from Sanji’s homemade soup. He is just trying to make sure you are okay.

A gentle knock rapped on the room’s door, and you heard Nami’s voice call from the other side as you sipped on the broth that warmed your chest.

“Chop? Is it okay to come in?”

“Is it okay?” He looked at you with his round eyes and you pursed your lips, bracing yourself, before nodding your approval.

“Come on in!”

The door opened to Nami’s concerned face that morphed into pure joy at the sight of you sitting up in the bed.

“You’re awake!” She rushed over to the bed and sat on the side of it. You chuckled at her enthusiasm, her eyes beaming at your face. 

One thing was for sure in her head. You looked way better than you did when she saw you after they rescued you. It wasn’t something she ever wanted to see again.

“How are you feeling? Any pain? Do you need me to help feed you? I can change your clothes for you if you need me to, I’ve been doing it the past few days and tried to be so careful not to hurt you.” She rambled on, completely worried about you, but it felt endearing to you, causing you to huff out another bit of laughter.

“I’m feeling better, thank you Nami. The clothes and this soup are helping my recovery, I’m sure.” You grabbed at her hand and squeezed it as much as your weak state could.

“Don’t let Sanji hear that, his head might grow ten sizes,” she giggled out. Your smile widened, despite the soreness in your cheeks and the cuts on your lips stinging something fierce. It felt right, sitting here and laughing along with her. This couldn’t be a dream. Maybe your brain wasn’t playing with you this time.

“So, you are awake.”

Your body goes rigid, face falling.

His black boots step in, followed by the swords. You stared down at the sheets covering you, unable to look anywhere else.

It was all a dream. It was all a dream. It was all a dream. It was all a dream. It was all a dream. It was all a dream. It–

“Hey, are you okay?” Nami’s hand lands on your arm. The sudden contact cracks something in your mind, and you throw the bowl and spoon in your hand at the wall in front of you with all the power you could muster in your aching limbs. The sudden movement and crashing shocked everyone, and Nami stood up from where she sat on the bed. Chopper jumped and looked from the shattered bowl to you.

Your eyes were trained on where Zoro stood in the middle of the room. He looked at you in your eyes, his wide with worry. He could only compare the sight of you to some sort of wounded animal, baring its teeth and ears poised up, ready to do whatever it took to stay alive. The same look he saw when you were on the boat.

“I am not going back.” Your voice was emotionless, cold, hard. It was something he hadn’t heard from you before. “I’m not FUCKING going BACK there.”

You started leaning forward as if you were planning to pounce on him. Nami watched as you prepared yourself to start attacking, and she put her hand up slowly in front of you, placing herself between you and Zoro.

“Hey, you’re not going back. Look at me, tell me what’s wrong.” She pleaded with you, but you moved your head to keep your eyes on the swordsman behind her, not letting him disappear. Not letting him take this from you.

“I’m not going back there, do you fucking hear me? Get the fuck out of here,” you pulled back the sheet covering your legs. It didn’t take Nami too long to figure out who the issue lied with here.

“Zoro, leave.” Nami commanded sternly, her sight not leaving you out of fear of what you may do if it did.

“I…I don’t understand, what’s going on? What’s wrong?” He begged for you to talk, but the most you did was grit your teeth and swing your legs off the bed, no matter how much your body screamed at you not to. “Talk to me. Please–!”

“ZORO,” Nami yelled, head finally turning to him quickly and her eyes serious. He looked from you to her, almost surprised at the look she gave him.

“Leave.”

Your body didn’t untense for another thirty minutes after he left. You couldn’t sleep that night until Chopper gave you a drink that knocked you out.

It had been almost a month now since you were rescued.

And you were going fucking stir-crazy.

The entire crew had made some sort of agreement that you were not allowed to leave the boat until you were somewhat more mentally stable.

The “mental stability” in question was determined based on if you could be in a room with Zoro for more than a minute. And you kept failing.

The first week and a half after Chopper deemed you to be steady enough to get around on your own – meaning that if you took two steps you wouldn’t collapse – was the worst of it.

At least once a day you would see the swordsman. It felt as if you blacked out. Your entire body went into this frenzy, every instinct in your body yelling at you to grab the nearest item and tear him apart with it. There had been a few times that week where your impulses got to the best of you, and you did attack. Luckily, he was skilled, and he could hold you off long enough until the others could drag you away.

Eventually, it became a bit better. Every time you two crossed paths – it wasn’t that large of a boat – you were able to halt yourself and ground your senses to keep from doing anything rash. However, bile would rise up in your throat, and you felt as though your body would betray you at any second. You would then turn around and go the opposite direction. 

It broke his heart.

Everything he had done to find you. The people he threatened and tore through to reach you. His... And when he did find you, he simultaneously felt a sense of relief, and his heart falling into the deepest pits of his stomach.

He wanted his partner back.

He needed you back.

Everyone on the crew saw it, no matter how hard he tried to mask his true emotions. They could feel it in his heavy sigh every time you walked away from him. They could see it in his eyes as he watched you hurriedly leave the kitchen with your dinner plate when he walked in. They could hear it in his heart breaking when he saw you flinch at every loud laugh from Luffy and every sudden movement from Usopp.

But you couldn’t get past the fear trapped in your head. Past Silver Tooth’s voice that would whisper in your ear late at night when everything was so still, so quiet that even the gentle waves lapping against the boat couldn’t be heard.

“You’ll never leave here.”

You took a deep sigh and tried to determine if you wanted to re-count all of the cracks in the ceiling again. But you might actually commit a true murder if you did, so you chose a different route of getting out of your bed, putting on a robe and some slippers, and heading out of your room to get air.

Out on the deck, you looked over the side of the boat down towards the water. Being so close to it now, it lowered the menacing voice echoing in your head, but didn’t kill it entirely. Why won’t it just stop? 

It started to feel so overwhelming. Your crew danced around you carefully, unsure if they would say something that might cause you to snap. Treating you like porcelain. You weren’t getting enough sleep, you were overeating out of fear of being starved again, and you couldn’t look at the man who knew your entire soul without feeling like you were going to completely break down.

Suffocating. It felt like you were suffocating. Like Silver Tooth was holding your head under the water you watched splash up against the hull and laughing at you.

Even in death, he had his foot on the back of your neck.

“Hey,” A gently voice came from behind you, and you quickly whipped around to see Robin. “What are you doing up and out here?”

“I could ask you the same,” you smiled gently, trying to not worry her and steer the conversation away from you and your reasons. She returned the smile back.

“There is supposed to be a light show in the sky here soon and I wanted to catch it. Mind if I join you?” She gave you an out – a way to (kindly) tell her to go away. But thinking about it for a moment, you realized that maybe this is what you needed; someone to be here with you so you were not alone with your thoughts. You nodded.

She came over to stand next to you, leaning against the railing while your eyes shifted over the ocean in front of you. You could hear her calm breathing and waited for her to start questioning you. It only made sense – you had been completely out of character since you were rescued. Everyone on the crew wanted to talk to you to figure it out and help, Zoro most of all, but none had gotten the chance (or possibly the courage) to bring it up.

However, she didn’t say a word. For fifteen minutes straight, you two stayed at your spots next to the ship railing, watching the sky for the “light show” she had mentioned. Part of you was thankful, not wanting to think too much into your time on the other ship. But the more you anticipated her bringing it up, the more you did think about it. And that led to a building feeling of pressure in your chest and in your throat, until you didn’t think you could do it anymore.

“Every night I close my eyes, I'm back there.” You stated it at the hour and a half mark. Robin’s head turned towards you slightly, watching your face.

“And…I’m staring at his poster. Zor–...Just fucking praying to it.” You huffed out a laugh. “I can’t even remember the last time I stepped foot in a place of worship. But there I was, watching his poster like it would give me all the answers.”

You looked down at your hands slowly starting to pick at the skin around your nail beds.

“Fuck, sorry…I’m unloading and you’re just trying to watch your stars…” You turned your body back away from Robin and started to think that maybe you should just go lie down in your bed and wait till morning, until you hear the smallest giggle.

“I may or may not have lied about that. I apologize, but I wanted to make sure you weren’t alone.” You quickly turned back around to see the woman giving a slight smile, the right corner of her lips tipping up. She slowly and gently reached her arm out so as to not startle you, and placed her hand on one of your shoulders. “After what you have gone through, you shouldn’t feel alone ever again.”

You were frozen in place, unable to think of the proper words you wanted to say to express your gratitude towards her. You simply watched as she patted your shoulder a few times and then turned back towards the water, watching out at the rippled.

“I wasn’t expecting you to talk at all, honestly. I just wanted to make sure that if you did want to say something, you had someone there to listen at the very least. And I deeply appreciate that you felt safe enough to talk with me.” She finished, finding particular interest in a small bug that moved along the rain along the edge of the deck.

You sighed, ran a hand down your face and turned back to face the same currents she saw.

“I guess I just haven’t given myself the room to talk about everything that happened,” you admitted, and paused to think, Robin’s eyes still locked in on the sea. “But I think a part of me is terrified that I will have to relive everything again and again and again or that I will talk about all of it but then be back in that same goddamn room with all of Zoro’s posters hanging around.”

You felt the water drop on your hand before you felt them on your cheeks. You lifted a hand to quickly wipe them away, not feeling like losing yourself entirely right at this moment. You would prefer to do that by yourself, away from your crew.

“The last day I was there…when everyone found me…Silver Tooth came down and told me something that I think I am slowly starting to understand. ‘You’ll never leave here.’” You let out a shaky breath voice cracking. “Robin, I don’t think I left that room. Yes, you took me from the ship, but my mind…a large piece of me is still in that room. And I don’t know what to do.”

A silence enclosed the two of you within its grasp, allowing you both to absorb the words you spoke into the space. Robin’s heart ached for you, wishing she could just rewind time to save you from the consequences of their inattention towards you during that fight, right before you were taken away.

She then grabbed your hand that was resting on the rail, holding it tightly, and making your heart clench up.

“You may be free physically, but until you beat him, you will never be gone from that place,” she sighed, turning her head to look at you. “What that looks like may be different to me and you. It’s little steps. But saying something, talking to someone…that’s a great place to start.” She squeezed your hand as the tears welled in your eyes yet again.

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bitchimasnake-sss presents: 2k event!

the one piece AUs

featuring: monkey d. luffy; roronoa zoro; vinsmoke sanji; portagas d. ace; trafalgar d. water law [coming soon.] set-up: your favourite men in the modern settings [with a dash of my cringey humor, ofcourse.] what more can you ask for? a/n: i have literally no excuse. i just wanted to do these haha, and i hit 2k!!! so this was perfect timing!! jokes aside, ilysm you beautiful baby who decided to give my writing a chance. one day, i'm gonna hunt you and feed you your favourite food. but for now, have these stories instead hehe. (don't tell anyone i told you this, but i'm obsessed with all of these men. ) a/n [part 02]: all of these fics are gonna be long long (>5k)! and if you have any more ideas for AUs, you can send in your suggestions! if it inspires the filth in my brain correctly, i'll write those stories down (though... how long that might take, who knows?) that being said, i would ask you to send in the suggestions un-anonymously through your id instead (if you're comfortable), so, that even if i cannot write your idea down, then we both can chat away our delusions on dm. i hate leaving people hanging :') but anyways, again, tysm pookie for 2k,,, ily <3

E V E N T S:

🍒monkey d. luffy:

01. dumb and dumber [coming soon] synopsis: jesus fucking christ, the education system is fucked. coming to college was one thing, but paying for college, though? a whole 'nother. burdened with the duty of trying to pay off your student loan debt — and enlightened by the idea of scamming the rich by your friend, nami — you decided to give babysitting a try: a young, overtly-pampered child to a newly-wed couple in the rich neighbourhood. how hard can it be, after all? well, hard enough for them to keep a second babysitter: monkey d. luffy. cw: sheer tomfoolery, fluff, asl brothers, friends to lovers. i love luffy sm. best boy. smut. (genuinely dumb shenanigans coming your way.)

🍀roronoa zoro:

01. i serve! (my ex's head on a platter) two part series. synopsis: you've worked your ass off; early mornings, late nights, diets, workouts, everything. only to still to fall in the shadow of the current badminton world champion and your ex: roronoa zoro. bitter, agitated and absolutely exhausted, you had decided to never see him or even think of him again. but when an email from his coach dracule mihawk finds you, proposing you and zoro team up for the upcoming mixed doubles champion's cup, can you refuse? wc: 20k [both parts included] cw: crack, angst, enemies to lovers/fake dating trope. zoro is a pain. smut.

🪻vinsmoke sanji:

01. (don't) let 'em cook! [coming soon] synopsis: when you heard the words cooking competition, you only heard two things: cooking and competition. you only had one thing in mind: to get the cash prize and open your own bakery. sounds easy enough, right? then, why the fuck was management telling you to play lovers along with that blonde, heart-eyed freak who was supposed to be your competitor? vinsmoke sanji. risking your heart and cooking skills, all in the name of "increasing viewer ratings"? what could ever go wrong with this? cw: crack, vinsmoke family trauma, close proximity, sanji is a flirt. smut.

🦋portagas d. ace:

01. save me, firefighter! firefighter... save me! [coming soon] synopsis: coming out of break-up is never easy on it's own, but imagine burning down your fucking kitchen because you were stress-baking. fuck. how did you do this? somehow, the only good thing about this situation is the fact that you caught the eye of the suave firefighter that saved your apartment complex from burning down. but now he wants a favour, and he wants you to accompany him as a plus one to a wedding. the wedding of your ex's sister. what the fuck?! will you survive this? (maybe it'll be worth it just to climb that firefighter like an exotic tree, phew) cw: relationship angst, fluff, a tiny bit of angst, asl brothers. just ace and his smug, sexy self. smut.

🌙trafalgar water d. law:

01. oh my, think i need an appointment with the doctor! [coming soon... i hope?] let me be so fr guys, this part will take forever because i cannot write law for the life of me [i make him too ooc 🤡😭]. so, have faith in me and pray for me. synopsis: it was a friday night, you got drunk, your friends drove you back home, you stumbled through your apartment and crashed on the couch. then, why did you wake up in the-doctor-who-lives-next-door's apartment? now it's dawn, and turns out you had stumbled through the hot doctor's door, crashed on his couch, gave him a cheek kiss and bid him goodnight. oh my god, how are you ever gonna meet his eyes again? quick, maybe change apartments! cw: avoidant, touch-starved law, shitty healthcare system, close proximity. law, marry me. smut. (yes. yes, i thrive off tomfoolery. can you let me, please?)

a/n: for the millionth time, thank you so much for entertaining my dumb ideas! it means the world that you guys like whatever stupidity i spew forth. again, feel free to drop suggestions (un-anonymously, if possible 🤭) and i'll try my best to get to that! thankyouuu again <3