#'get rid of that' or 'take care of it' to his crew without being a stickler on details

[literalnobody]

Question: why didn't roha just put the sapphire back with thoma??

because I was hoping nobody would ask this question, thanks ^_^

[zosin-ya]

OMGGG I LOVE UR BLOG .IT'S ACTUALLY SO FUN TO READ ^^

btw I was just wondering if you could write one head canon of law and zoro where reader tries to remove the hickies they gave reader the next day :)

have a nice day.

Characters: Law and Zoro Content: Reader trying to remove hickeys they gave them. a.n.: rising from the fucking dead, had an impulsive urge to write. Lucky day. Hope you like it.

-Let's be honest, this happens really often. Zoro might be calm and collected but once stuff gets heated, he can't control himself. You're pretty used to this by now, but today, you didn't feel like having a hickey right on your neck. The entire crew knew what you two were doing, but you could live without the comments. Just for today.

-With your pocket mirror in your hand and some ointment Chopper had given you, you applied it while sitting in the Sunnys training room. You sighed quietly, observing the spot in the small mirror, while noticing a very familiar green color appear in the reflection. Your beloved swordsman.

-He greeted you as usual and proceeded to climb up while watching you. He wondered what you were doing. Mirror, ointment tube...you pointing the mirror at your neck and not your face...huh.

-Zoro put two and two together. You tried to get rid of the hickey. Right, and why did that bother him somehow? He just stood there for a while, staring at you in silence, contemplating what to say. "Did Nami say something again?" With that, he stepped closer and slightly bend down to have a look.

-"No but she will." You mumbled, while Zoro scratched the back of his head. He liked giving you visible hickeys actually, he liked marking you as his especially in front of the stupid cook. He liked looking at it and getting reminded of the nice time the two of you had. It bothered him that you wanted to get rid of it...

-"Fuck it. Who cares? Just because she's jealous and doesn't get dicked down." He shrugged and sat down next to you, which made you laugh. It gave you some confidence back, wondering why you actually wanted to hide it in the first place, yet you were the one getting the comments, not Zoro.

-"You wear one for a day, lets see how that plays out." You said with a grin and snapped the mirror shut, to which Zoro just smirked back. "Try me." [Click here for more Zoro content!]

-There were times, where Law could be either rough or gentle, whatever it was, it always ends passionate. Especially towards the end, when you both reach your climax and he can't help himself but bury his face into the crook of your neck while he finishes off.

-As much as you liked looking at the bruised in the mirror, you didn't need others to see it, neither the teasing of your fellow crew mates. It was pretty ironic that Law didn't enjoy those comments either, yet he left a god damn hickey on your neck. For a private person he was doing a pretty bad job.

-You were standing in your shared bathroom, trying to remove the mark somehow. Yesterday it didn't look too bad, but now the color darkened slowly, showing off the damaged blood vessels underneath.

-You didn't notice Law stopping in the door frame of the bathroom and watching you with curious eyes. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and leaned in, tilting his head. The bruise looked bad, and he was surprised he had left a hickey. He didn't really notice yesterday.

-"Stop that, you're making it worse." His sudden comment made you jump, while Law sighed and stepped in closer. He grabbed your chin and tilted your head to look at the bruised skin better, before clicking his tongue. "Might take a week before that's gone ..."

-"A week?!" You were quite annoyed by his nonchalant answer. Firstly, he was responsible for this, and secondly, of course he would react this way. Law wasn't the one who had a god damn hickey on his very visible neck. You gave him a light slap on his chest, lecturing him on being careful next time or leaving it somewhere others wouldn't see. By the cheeky grin slowly forming on his face you knew he would give you a bold answer.

-Yet he held his promise, especially after your threat of giving him hickeys back next time if he wasn't more careful. It was only fair, since he wasn't a big fan of marks on himself, while he couldn't get enough of you having them. Law simply enjoyed seeing who you belonged to and the aftermath of your night. He wouldn't stop the marks, just hide them for only him to see.

[Click here for more Law content!]

[heartpiratedrabbles]

Kids Anger Part 4

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 ~

Kid X Fem Reader X Killer

The first thing is blinding numbness. Slowly becoming aware of your body, heavy and unmoving. You feel so tired yet you still try to move. Barely twitching a hand before practically flinching in pain. The subtle movement woke up the rest of your nerves as you try desperately to relax rather than tense up. You can feel your face scrunch and surprisingly it��s the only thing that doesn’t hurt, although it is sore and stiff. As the pain settles into your senses and you calm down, you can feel a blanket on top of you, even something stuck to your arm. Your shoulder and back ache the most but you don’t dare move for fear of another wave.

        Finally, you allow your senses to open a little more and you can hear more of what’s happening around you. This felt like a dream, despite all the pain, you felt as though you were floating and sinking, heavy and light, truth be told if you were more aware the feeling would make you dizzy. There was talking happening but you couldn’t process the words, a hurried voice and some footsteps. You tried to turn your head in hopes of listening in but immediately stopped the second pain became too much.

        You instead decide to relax your face, trying to open your impossible heavy eyelids. They felt glued shut as you slowly pried them open. Light quickly assaulted your eyes and quickly snapped them back shut, not prepared for the blinding light. This was frustrating, you couldn’t do anything, every small movement was torture, you couldn’t focus on anything without your head spinning. Despite all that you could feel movement on the bed around you, a light touch to either of your hands something cold that had made you slightly flinch to your chest.

        Despite your best efforts to understand anything it was too much. You couldn’t think about anything, couldn’t move without pain, couldn’t listen in on what was said. The heaviness of your body was calling to you and you couldn’t resist it forever, so just as quickly as you had ‘woken up’, you were forced to go back to sleep.

~~~

        Kid paced the floor side to side. Kid sitting by your bedside. The doctor just left the room after checking over your condition. Killer had rushed for him when they saw you twitching a little bit but by the end of it you were still asleep and unmoving, the doctor reassuring the two that you just needed more time to overcome your mind and recover, reminding them to continue talking to you.

The poor doctor in question, who was practically forced to treat you, had slowly become use to the scary captain’s insistence on your condition. He was terrified when some of the pirate’s crew had barged into his office and kidnapped him to see his newest patient, but he was able to convince them to move you to the actual hospital, and despite being intimidated, they were paying him quite handsomely even when he gave vague news of your recovery.

        Remarkably your wounds were starting to close, and the doctor, despite not approving of the methods used, was amazed at how clean and precise the gashes and stitches were. As it would turn out, using whiskey and rum to clean out your bullet wound every day had gotten rid of the infection by the time the doctor was looking you over. He saw the signs of slight blood poisoning but you seemed to have been able to fight it on your own, still though the IV bags you were getting included anti-biotics.

        One of the two were always at your bedside, that is until even the doctor forced them out so they could take care of themselves, another crew member opting to tag in when they were away. It had been 4 day’s since being in an actual hospital and other than an emergency surgery when you got here to double check all the sutures and closing up smaller gashes you seemed to be healing well.

        “Why isn’t she opening her eyes?” Kid paced before going to your side, Killer already sat on one side unmoving, studying your face.

        “She is most likely still in shock. It’s a miracle she’s still alive with what crude methods you used but she’s fighting.”  The doctor place the stethoscope to your chest to check your heart, “She’s breathing much better today. It’s no longer labored,” A nurse in the room was writing the updates down.

        “And when will she wake up?!” Kid practically barked making the doctor flinch. Despite getting use to it, the person in front of him was still a notorious pirate captain.

        “With any luck she’ll wake up any day now. But as I’ve said before her injuries themselves were enough to kill a regular person 5 times over. Her shoulder alone should have put her in her grav-“ The doctor stopped talking when he heard a punch behind him, no doubt to the already ruined wall, “She’s lucky to be alive Mr. Kidd. I cannot promise anything but I believe she’s been trying to wake up this entire time.” The doctor walked over to the nurse looking over the notes and discussed more about some treatments before handing the clipboard back. “If you need anything else, I’ll be right down the hall,” He added before walking out, knowing they’d tear apart the hospital if they couldn’t find him quickly.

~~~

        You wake up again, this time though with more determination, you don’t feel as exhausted as you had in the past. Your body, while still painful and sore, no where near as bad as the first time. You’ve slowly been able to make out the words around as time went on. A part of you couldn’t really believe that Kid and Killer were there. It felt more like a dream.

        When you had passed out in the cell you had thought the image of Kid in front of you was a hallucination, and now that you hadn’t opened your eyes it felt like it had gone to auditory. You’d never known your Captain and lover to whisper so softly, nor had you ever thought you somewhat shy lover to encourage you to wake up if not only to beat kid up. If you could you would have chuckled when you heard to words reach your ears.

        You feel a hand in yours and can hear gentle snoring and it takes some energy but you finally open your eyes, expecting to be blinded again you’re stunned more at having to adjust to only the subtle light from the moon coming in the window. You look down at your hand, seeing a sleeping Kid resting his head next to it. His snoring become all the much louder the more you wake up. You glance towards the window, not moving your head much and notice a figure in the corner.

        A small smile falls on your lips as you try to speak, but notice just how weak your voice is. Killer comes closer to you, grabbing a glass of water and helping you drink it slowly, “Don’t speak, you’ve been out for nearly 3 weeks.” He whispers and you nod you head slightly while leaning further back squeezing Kid’s hand unconsciously. “Y/N.” Killer’s voice was serious and strained, and you watched him kneel down while taking his helmet off to look at you straight on, “You scared us. So much.” His voice was soft yet serious as he slowly took your free hand and brought it to his lips, holding it there with a gentle kiss.

        Killers body shook and you couldn’t help but to squeeze his hand in reassurance. “Don’t leave us again,” His voice was weak but it held a determination. The snoring to your right suddenly stopped for a second and you shifted your eyes to Kid. He stayed stilled and after another second or two the snoring resumed with a sharp inhale. You felt a chuckle bubble up into you, but it sent you into a coughing fit.

        Quickly Killer rose to his feet grabbing the water again before rubbing your back. All the noise finally woke Kid up which shocked you as he normally slept like a rock, not even a scream would wake him and he jumps up getting his bearings.

        Finally, his eyes land on yours, your wide-open eyes who were looking back at his. He grabs both your shoulders, patting them, both his real hand and his metal hand patting you until both hands are on either side of your face, moving it side to side in disbelief. Killer reaches over and slaps Kid up the back side of his head.

        “Y/N?” Kid asks and you nod and he lets out the longest sigh, both his hands flexing open for a while before relaxing, “I’m. I’m sorry Y/N.” He stands there like a kicked up puppy, not knowing what to do, looking at the floor and you can’t believe what you’re seeing.

        A laugh is making it’s way up your throat and you can hear Killer sigh, already getting the glass of water again as Kids eyes widen, saying he was going to get the doctor, leaving the room quickly.

~~~

        You’d been back on the ship for about a month now and while you still felt aches and pains you were healthy enough to do everything you had done before the incident. Most people had started to treat you the same, although with a bit of caution, a while ago. Killer still worried and watches you from afar constantly but never stops you from doing what you want.

        Kid on the other hand was afraid to touch you. For the longest time neither of your lovers join you in bed, making the already large mattress all the lonelier. With some convincing both had joined you in bed, but the second you moaned out in pain in your sleep Kid immediately left, worried he had hurt you somehow.

        Kid and Killer had gotten into multiple fights ever since, Killer on your side of sharing the bed as you had broken down to him of how lonely you felt, meanwhile Kid on his own side of thinking they’ll accidently hurt you. The night in question, you had a dream of being trapped in the cell again, the memories of being whipped until the Marines in charge were satiated with how much blood was pooled around you. And while Kid treated you gently he kept his distance rarely touching you.

        Your anger finally bubbled over when you were tying a knot and Kid came up behind you, taking the rope from your hands and finishing the knot himself.

        “What the fuck Kid!?” You snapped, and despite the fact that he was worried to hurt you physically, his fighting spirit was well and full.

        “Y/N you’re still weak! You’ll hurt yourself!” He yells back to you, once again towering over you. The rest of the crew seemed to go into auto-pilot, leaving you too to fight as Killer made his way to the deck to watch from afar.        

        “I’m fine Kid. My shoulders fine. My back is fine. I can walk and talk. Everything is Alright! Let me do my fucking job” you snap back, shoving his shoulder a bit.

        He stiffened up a bit, “Y/N, you don’t understand!”

        “I understand plenty Kid! You think I’m some weak little flower that need protecting! I don’t need you tip-toeing around me, I don’t need your guilty pity Kid. At least Killer lets me do things!” You yell at him, something in your heart finally settling since you’ve gotten back on the ship.

        “That’s not it, Y/N.” Kid snaps back, both his hands grabbing your arms, “You were so close to death… You were barely breathing.” Kid stops squeezing your arms.

        You realize what he’s feeling, going through it yourself when he had lost his arm. You grab one of his hand and bring it to your face, “Kid. I’m alive.” You move it to your heart, “It’s still beating. If not for you and Killer I’m sure this would be long gone.” You can hear his breathing hitch at your words. “I. Am alright. I, Am alive,” You bring his hand back up to his face, kissing his palm. “I may be scarred now, but I am here. And I’m not going anywhere.” You can tell Kid has tears brimming his eyes but that he’d never let them fall, “I only wish for you to treat me like me again.”

        After a long silence Kid lets out a sigh. “Like I’d ever let you go Mouse,” He scoffs, moving his hand to your shoulder squeezing it a bit. You glance at Killer who is leaning against a wall “Who the fuck you lookin at when I’m right in front of you Mouse. I don’t care if it’s Killer, if he wants some he can come here,” Kid pushes you a bit before leaning down to kiss you.

[lucifers-rubber-duck]

Was wandering how the crew would react to a reader with animalistic beahavior (reader that acts like an animal something).

Like how a dog would be possessive of smt, tounge hanging out, suddenly extremely happy, or like a cat doing long stretches and sleeping in small conners.

P.S this is my first request and I really like your format of writing, keep up the good work 👍.(if you don't want to do this I completely understand, it is a rather strange request so no need to fell bad😗)

Characters: Charlie, Vaggie, Alastor, Husker, Angel, Niffty, Sir Pentious & Lucifer

Warnings: None.

A/N: That's a totally fine request! I'm glad you like my writing :} Thanks for the ask Anon and sorry for taking so long.

𖤓Charlie

• Finds you adorable, she enjoys your shenanigans and makes sure that you don't feel ashamed by them, it's something you can't control.

• She has experience with taking care of pets, like Kiki, Razzle and Dazzle; so she totally would make the space around you comfortable for you to act the way you want. I also think that Kiki would sometimes hiss at you for no reason but Charlie is trying her best to make Kiki like you more.

• She would ask if you were okay with her petting you sometimes, she's not malicious or anything, she just truly loves seeing how your face would immediately soften with her touch.

• Likes when you sleep close to her, all curled up in couch or in bed, your presence helps her relax when she ends up too stressed trying to make the hotel work.

𖤓Vaggie

• She's not the biggest animal enjoyer but wouldn't mind you doing your own thing. She does have some experience since she helped Charlie take care of her own pets but watching someone that was previously a human act like that makes her side-eye a few of your actions.

• Would be more helpful if your demon form is similar to a bird, if you had wings she would offer herself to peel your feathers and clean them up so you don't have to do it alone. She was a angel before and had to do the same things but she won't tell you that part.

• You would end up scaring her sometimes tho, she would be going down stairs to grab some water and she would see your figure just down the hall, eyes shining in the shadows as your head quickly turned to look at her, making it even more creepy. She stares at you for a few moments before slowly going back up without her water.

• That would keep happening until she just got used to it and started having midnight snacks with you, even falling asleep with you curled up around her in the couch, she suffers from insomnia and your presence makes her fall asleep easier, but she always wakes up earlier than you so you're always alone in the couch by the morning.

• Stills thanks you thought, in a way no one hears, she's too embarrassed to admit to everyone she has trouble sleeping but you don't mind keeping it a secret, especially when she's being way nicer to you.

𖤓Alastor

• Finds you amusing, I imagine him being rather surprised when he first saw you demonstrate your more animal side, probably thinking at first that you were stupid or something.

• He already likes to mess with Husker, treating him like an actual pet so you would be no different, you may not own your soul to him but living under the same roof means having to deal with his annoying treatment towards you.

• Would pull you around with him and present you to people as if you were his actual pet, ordering you around and making you fetch things for him. And he always talks with you in the most forced cute voice ever, now you get why Husker hates this guy.

• If you ever try to intimidate him by pretending you're going to bite him or something along those lines he'll simply give you a stern look and a slightly more forced smile before saying something along the lines of “What a fiesty one.”. To put it simple, he likes to make your life miserable and there's no way to get rid of him.

𖤓Husker

• He's also technically a animal, he looks more like a cat than he looks human at least and had to deal with controlling his instincts as well, he understand your struggles and will be there to help you control them.

• If your sinner form was more cat-like than he would find it easier to teach you but has advices for other animal related demon forms as well, he makes sure you feel good with yourself.

• But a few of his own animal behaviors would show up by default because you're there. He would rub his face against your arms, his ears would peark up when he hears your voice and there were multiple ocasions were you two feel asleep curled up around each other.

• But you do similar stuff as well so he feels less pathetic when letting his cat side win for a few minutes. Just never dare to talk about how he purrs around you, he'll have your head if you do so.

𖤓Angel

• He enjoys annoying you and making bad sexual jokes about your behavior (like calling you a pussy out of nowhere or something along those lines). He also totally would play pranks that would awaken your more animalistic side.

• Like, I imagine you're literally just chilling on the lobby's couch and then suddenly there's one of those cat lasers moving all around the place and you can't help but chase it around while he's laughing loudly in the background.

• Takes photos of you when you're not looking, but not normal distracted photos, he only takes them when you're doing something embarrassing. The only sweet photos he has of you are the ones you're with Fat Nuggets, be with him sleeping in your lap or just playing with him.

• Would probably buy you a dog-collar for your birthday as a prank, but it actually looks kind nice, being all decorated and having you name in the pendant so if you somehow don't feel too embarrassed to use it he would give you a sly smile before coming back to do whatever he does normally.

𖤓Niffty

• If you have any animal characteristics she'll totally stop everything she's doing to play with your tail/ears/wings or whatever you have, you're a walking fluff ball for her.

• Would insist on helping you bathe, she actually knows ways that not even you knew to keep your hair and fur/wings clean and soft. She would make sure you're all cleaned up.

• Would be more than pleased to receive dead animals if you bring them to her. She would make them onto furniture around the hotel and her room or just turn part of them into accessories.

𖤓Sir Pentious

• Secretly finds you adorable, like, have you seen the way he looked at Kiki when she sat on his lap? He's a total sucker for animals but pretends he isn't.

• You can catch his pupils growing bigger and his eyes shine while he looks at you do anything that resembles a small animal, like stretch yourself, get a sudden burst of energy or sit in high places at the hotel, he tries to play it cool when he notices you’re looking at him but is terrible at hiding that he was staring.

• Would build things for you if you asked him, sometimes without you even asking, for you to put out those animal instincts in more healthier ways insitead of on the hotel, and would keep it a total secret, he doesn't want to make you embarrased.

• He would ask, in a very timid way if he can pet you, if you ask why he wants to pet you he would probably say something among the lines of: “B-because I'm petting EVERYONE HERE!”

𖤓Lucifer

• He loves animals, he helped create some of them back in the days when he was still in heaven so he has a special place in his heart for them, if your sinner form has animal characteristics you can be sure he'll be orbiting around you in pure bliss.

• Asks you a lot of questions on how your body works, what's your diet, how much time it took for you to adjust, even more personal questions, he's kinda oblivious to the fact that you may be uncomfortable with them, he's just so curious (even more if you so happen to have a sinner form similar to a bird).

• Would have a special area designed just for you in his Apple Tower in the hotel where you like to hang out for a big part of the day, watching him build his ducks or anything else he's feeling like building that day. He eventually breaks the silence between him and you when he has a new question to ask but tries to let you be as much as possible.

• When you do anything that he remotely finds adorable, he will start talking in those sweet voices that you use to talk to pets or babies, he's not treating you like an actual animal, he just can't contain his adoration for your behaviors to himself, don't worry, he won't talk to you like that in public, not after he notice how uncomfortable you looked in front of the others. He'll save his reactions for when you two are just by yourselfs.

[night-daily]

Maybe green it is your color after all | Roronoa Zoro x reader

summary: Zoro being jealous of your sudden closeness to Sanji.

warnings: none.

a/n: jealousy trope is always my favorite lol

It all started when Sanji became part of the Straw Hats, -just a week ago- You and Zoro haven't been alone together for more than 10 minutes before the cooker drags you away by your hand telling you about his new recipe without caring if you were with Zoro, your boyfriend.

But it wasn't entirely his fault, he doesn't know you have a boyfriend and it's not because you're a shame of Zoro or something like that, no, it was because you two agreed not to say a word to the crew unless it was more serious, in case of a breakup, you don't want to make things uncomfortable.

And still knowing you can't tell Sanji you have a boyfriend, it upset Zoro every time, but he would tell you about it? No, because this ugly feeling he feels in his chest anytime when he sees you laughing, smiling or just you being near to Sanji, was childish, well, at least for him.

Zoro thought he could get rid of the feeling in a few days, but a week? A man like Zoro has his limits.

To be honest, Sanji's flirt didn't bother you at all, because to you, it was all a silly game. Sometimes it was even nice to hear his compliments, you've to give him credit, he was very creative with those, everytime he made you crack a smile or a laugh, but never blush or feeling nervous, the only man who can do that, was your Zoro.

But Zoro doesn't seem to realize the effect he has on you. Only looking at your way it was enough to make your heart race like crazy.

“So, what's going on between you and the cooker? You two seem very close” You lifted your eyes from the book you're reading, a puzzle look on your face, what was he talking about? “Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about, Princess” He snickered the nickname. Walking closer at his hammock where you've been lying down.

And hearing the nickname suddenly made sense to you. Sanji has been calling you Princess recently around everyone. Saying your beauty was exceptional and that you should be treated as such.

“Oh well, don't you think I'm like a Princess?” You try to joke but seeing his tense body as he stands in front of you maybe wasn't a good idea.

He frowns, it's not the answer he wanted to hear from you. It was too hard for you to say 'The cooker? That ugly man? Ugh, I just feel pity and disgust for him, nothing more'

“Of course you're a Princess” He leans down to be on the same level as you, “but you're my Princess, not his” “Zoro, are you jea—” And he kiss away whatever thing you're gonna say.

You're trapped between his lips and the hammock and you wouldn't prefer it any other way. But a knock on the door it's enough to make you jump out of your place, pushing Zoro with both hands as he groans in frustration.

“Hey Princess, you awake? I'm waiting for you” And speaking of the devil...

Zoro scoffs, “We are awake, what you want?” He says opening the door. Sanji doesn't seem surprised to see you together alone in the same room. In fact, his grin grows on his face as he takes in your figure. You hair a little messy and flushed cheeks, standing awkwardly in the middle of the room.

While the swordsman is glaring him with hate. He blocks Sanji's view with his body. “Sanji, could you uh, wait for me? I'll be with you in a few minutes” Your voice is heard behind Zoro.

“Sure, take your time” and Sanji whispers something that only Zoro can hear, “After all you're gonna be with me the rest of the night, Princess” Sanji closes the door and Zoro is fuming. Oh, he's so gonna kill that damn cooker.

“Are you okay?” He snaps out of his bubble, feeling your hand on his chest. “I just can't believe it, he had the audacity to ask you out while I was here with you, he can't read the fucking room?” “You're jealous? I've never seen you that mad before” “The fuck I am” Brow arched, taking your hand of out his chest, you say “So I guess you won't mind if I go with him right now?”

At your words he takes your hand back to his chest, holding it there, “I'm—, I just don't trust him” He sighs, “But you trust me?” Nodding, he squeezes your hand, “Then you don't have to worry, I only want you, okay? You own my heart, Zoro. I'm entirely yours.” Bringing his hand up to your lips you place a kiss on it.

“So I better hurry up, I promised Sanji I would help him with the dinner tonight” Even if he still doesn't like the idea of you and Sanji spending time together, your words have made the uneasy feeling on his chest disappear and now a new feeling is there, confidence.

And confidence is a dangerous feeling as jealousy.

You walk faster to the kitchen which wasn't far from the quarters, and there was Sanji with the rest of the crew, chatting and laughing. When they heard your footsteps they all looked at you like they knew something about you that you didn't.

“You forgot something” Zoro's voice startled you, he was behind you, “what—” And once again, Zoro cuts you off with a kiss. He grabs you by your waist, tugging you close to deepen the kiss. It definitely catches you off guard. A little noise of surprise comes from you.

Then he pulls away, the only sound in the kitchen is the sound of the two of you trying to catch your own breathes. And just like that he let you standing there, dumbfounded.

He sits with the rest of the crew, drinking one of the beers.

“Pay y'all, I told you they're dating” Nami exclaims excitedly but you don't know if is for the money? Your relationship? You're not sure but you're happy they know about You and Zoro, your boyfriend.

[smallestapplin]

helloooo!! can i request idw rung x human fem reader?? just fluff, maybe rung is exhausted from all the sessions and clients, and the reader is just there for him. Kinda like instead of rung giving out therapy, he's receiving therapy lolll

And this makes rung kinda emotional because like i said, he's always the one giving out therapy, and no one ever really cared about him that way

idk if u write for idw though i hope u do😭 have a nice day!

-🍓 anon

Thank you for requesting this, I wanna smother him in love so badly.

No warnings!

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Rung loves to help, the care he feels deeply for all on the ship is immeasurable, like a sire to their sparklings. He just wants to give them the tools to help themselves, to help them out of their depressions, to help manage their moods swings and out bursts.

To show them they aren't alone, and it's okay.

But some days take everything out of him, like learning something new in his clients past that just makes his spark break for them. Rung forgets himself, forgets that he too needs someone to lean on sometimes.

He didn't expect that support to come in the form of the human of the ship.

You knew he'd be back late and yet you still found your way to his habsuite, and stayed up waiting for him. You smile up at him, gentle and kind.

"Welcome back, you look tired, hon. C'mon, you need to lay down and relax."

He's not sure what made him break, your soft voice or your warm expression, but he could feel the fluid leaking down his face plate, fogging his goggles. He moved to you without a second thought, carefully picking you up and holding you close to his face plate as he lays down on his berth.

"I just want to help them."

His quaking voice breaks your heart.

"I know, Rung, I know. You have been doing so well. But you forget to take care of yourself, you can't help everyone if you're too tired." You try to wipe his tears, but there is just too much.

You nuzzle up close to him, offering some comfort to the large bot.

"You need someone to vent to, you need to take those stupidly long hot showers, read something new, you need time for yourself to recover."

When was the last time someone offered such support to him? Been there to let him cry and get it all out?

"You're a kind bot with so much love to give, but recovery isn't all work, you need to stop and just breathe in the moment, feel what you feel, and show it."

He lets out a watery chuckle.

"I know you're right, but I'm not pleased about it."

You playfully huff, "Well, now you just sound like Prowl being proven wrong."

Rung moves to lay on his side, curling around you in the process, keeping you close to him. He takes his fogged goggles off, setting them to the side, letting you see his pretty blue optics, but he looks so tired.

You place a hand on his cheek, rubbing soothing circles across his metal.

"You're a sweet bot, Rung, don't let these trying times ruin your compassion."

You nearly panic at how much he begins to sob, as if you broke the dam that had been cracking for so long, his cries were loud in your ears, but you never wavered in your comfort. You lay against him, kissing the digit of the servo that holds you.

he needs this, he's needed this for so long.

"It's okay, I'll stay by your side, always."

There isn't anything he wouldn't do for the crew, and there isn't a thing you wouldn't do for him. You let him cry as much as he needed until he grew exhausted, growing limp in the oncoming rest cycle.

He spoke up, his voice near a whisper.

"You'll stay here with me...right?"

You worm your way out of his servo and lay down next to his helm, his optics lazily following your every move.

"I'll be here when you wake up, you won't get rid of me that easily."

His smile, though tired, is just as sweet as always.

"Thank you."

"Anything for you."

You watch as his optics slide close, powering down to recharge. You will stay right here with him, right beside him no matter what, he's too kind to be left alone as is.

His berth isn't very comfortable for you, but you will ask for your bed to be moved here if he'd be okay with that.

Ah, you will worry about that in the morning, for now you just want to bask in his presence and enjoy this.

[berzahoes]

i love you | johnny knoxville

summary: just some moments with johnny and the reader

an: yes i’m watching jackass 🫶🏼

PARTY BOY

johnny was busy taking a shower while you did your skin care routine. the jackass crew had made it to the uk and everyone was tired. you were more annoyed than tired, it seemed like every little thing annoyed you from waiting too long for the elevator to johnny’s snoring on the plane.

“did you call your mom? she wanted you to call when we land,” johnny said as he washed his body. he got no response so he slightly moved the curtain so he could look at you. “did you hear me?”

you hummed and continued washing your face. “yeah, call my mom although i’m pretty sure she won’t pick up since, you know, time zones.”

“are you going to be mad at me during the whole trip? i said sorry.”

you rolled your eyes and continued washing your face. while checking in, the receptionist of the hotel had said some flirty comments to johnny right in front of you and what did johnny do? he laughed it off then later when you were unpacking a little, he explained that he laughed because he was he didn’t know how to respond.

“come on, i know i was an asshole-” he saw the side eye you gave him. “i am an asshole, but this asshole loves you and you’re not getting rid you me that easily. you’re stuck with me, baby.”

“you’re still an asshole.” you mumble, grabbing a towel to dry your face.

then someone had knocked on the door, you still didn’t move from your spot, which johnny noticed. “you’re not getting the door, are you?”

“you’re so smart, philip.” you replied. through the mirror, you saw him sigh and carefully got out of the shower. you were being nice so you handed him a small towel.

“who is it?” johnny asked as he opened the door then saw that it was chris and tried to close the door.

“it’s party boy!” chris forced his way into the bathroom where he saw you in your sweat pants and bralette. “let’s party!” he danced around you then got into the shower with johnny, who couldn’t stop laughing.

“why did i open the door?” johnny laughed.

you joined their laughter as you saw the camera crew enter as well. “i’m not even tired anymore.” you watched as chris danced in the shower. after a while, you forgot you were even mad.

SILVER FOXVILLE

the filming of ‘jackass forever’ had to stop due to a virus so everyone had to stay home. you liked it since you could finally spend more time with johnny. you two did many things to get rid of your boredom like puzzles, bake, watch movies, sleep, swim in your pool and even more sleep.

during quarantine, johnny had decided to stop dyeing his hair. you didn’t think much of it since at some point everyone starts going gray, but once you saw johnny with his silver hair, you couldn’t keep your hands off of it.

when filming for the movie resumed, johnny was now sporting a full gray hair look and you loved it. in the mornings, you would run your hands through his hair, compliment him, play with it. he just looked even better.

when you and johnny arrived to the jackass forever set, all eyes were on him. jeff immediately let out the loudest laugh when he saw johnny.

“who are you and what have you done with knoxville?” jeff chuckled then he turned to you. “you’re dating an old man.“

“jeff, i can literally see your grays from here.”

GQ COUPLES QUIZ

“hi everyone! we are here to take the couple’s quiz.” you smiled. you and johnny were sat across from each other with flash cards in your hands with questions written on them. after many years of knowing, dating and marriage, you seemed pretty confident.

“okay, we actually did a game of rock, paper, scissors and johnny won so he goes first.” you explained.

“sorry sweetheart, you suck at that game, but i love you. okay, what is my middle name? we’re starting off easy.” johnny said.

without thinking, you immediately answer. “john. if i say your full name, do i get bonus points?”

“we can make up our own rules. i’ll give ‘em to you. but only because i love you.”

“love you too, philip john clapp.”

“next question, you watch snl right? have i ever hosted saturday night live?” johnny asked.

“no?” you weren’t sure if johnny was even allowed to be on snl, you were convinced all the jackass guys were banned.

“you’re breaking my heart, babe. you were there! system of a down performed and you watched them perform.” johnny scoffed.

“no, i remember system of a down but i don’t remember you hosting if i’m being honest. congratulations, i guess.” you laughed as johnny rolled his eyes.

“i really hope you get the next questions right. what was my number in the royal rumble match? again, you were there.”

“easy, number nine,” you confidently said. “nine is my lucky number.”

“really? mines sixty nine.”

[imaginepirates]

An Unexpected Reunion

Essentially, this is a sort of sic-fic for an anon who wanted to see the reader look after James. After his stint in Tortuga, when he doesn't have the strength to care for himself, he ends up on the Pearl, and the reader helps him out. The two just so happen to be previously acquainted—the reader is a pirate James once had in custody. Mild angst ensues.

@emdrabbles @tesserphantom @viper-official @hellspawn-brownies @groovy-lady @ghoulishbehaviour @wordsinwinters

~3k words

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If you knew one thing about former Commodore James Norrington it was this: he did not know how to take a break. 

Even now, as you watched him struggle to keep upright, he didn’t quite seem to understand the disadvantage he was at. He wavered, leaning hard on the ship’s rail before trying to stand on his own. He convulsed a little, as if he might throw up, and though you wouldn’t have been surprised, a fresh wave of pity rolled over you. 

You had feared him, once. Done your best to keep out from under his iron grasp of the law. You’d failed, too. Other than Elizabeth, you were the person aboard the Pearl who knew him best. I knew his prison cells, too, you reminded yourself. 

He looked up at you, and you made eye-contact. There was a foggy recognition in his face, and you watched the gears in his head turn as he attempted to make sense of who you were. 

“Am I that hard to remember?” You walked toward him, hoping he wouldn’t fall on you. “I’m offended,” you teased. 

Norrington looked you over with disgust, as if he were in a position to do so. “I arrested you.”

“I’m flattered you recall.”

He frowned. “You escaped.

“I hope that’s not a sore spot?”

Norrington shot you a venomous glare, though there didn’t seem to be much actual hatred behind it. Oh, it had been one for the ages. The escape had been anything but easy, you’d give him that, and most of it had been the opportunity of chance, but you were one of the few, if perhaps the only, pirate to have escaped the young officer. You’d hoped never to see him again, to boast your tale without being  caught a second time. You’d even left the Caribbean for a time to evade him. Now Jack shared your fame, though on a technicality, you knew, and here poor Norrington had to put up with you both. 

You’d never expected to meet him again, and certainly not like this, brought so low. You hadn’t even known the world was capable of bringing a man like him to his knees. 

“You look like you just crawled out of a pigsty.” You frowned, hoping you weren’t right. 

Norrington smirked, an expression you’d never seen on the man, and it was not a particularly pleasant thing to see. “Sparrow employs from interesting places.”

You sighed. “At least let me help you not look like hell?”

“What would you care?” Norrington cast you a suspicious glance, though he let you wrap a stabilizing arm around his shoulders. 

“You didn’t let me look like shit when it was your ship I was on,” you mumbled, somewhat reluctantly. 

In truth, James Norrington had taken shockingly good, if not necessarily tender, care of you while you were his prisoner. It may have been humiliating at times; being ordered to wash, getting inspected by the ship’s surgeon, and having your hair shorn to prevent lice; but it had kept you healthy, and, in Norrington’s reasoning, kept you alive until your due time at the gallows. That, and rendering you incapable of getting his crew sick. Though you had cursed his name every day, you knew he hadn’t needed to go to such lengths. 

Surprise crossed the man’s face, but he said nothing. You helped him belowdecks to a rather empty store room, bracing him on the stairs to keep him upright. You left him a moment, returning with a basin of water, some cloth, and a comb, hoping that it might do something for his raggedy appearance. 

“The wig has to go.” 

James snatched it off his head, regarding the thought with reluctance. “It’s one of the last reminders of home.”

“Which is half the reason you need to get rid of it,” you said, tone softening. You took it from his hands, setting it out of sight. “It’ll only make you more miserable.” You pushed the coat off his shoulders as well; it was well overdue for a meeting with a washing board.

For a while, you stood in silence, James letting you wash his face with the cloth, trying to get mud out of his hairline. He scrubbed down his shins and forearms, rolling up tattered sleeves to expose newly tanned skin. There were scars there, too, old ones and new, and you remembered an occupation in the Navy was every bit as dangerous as piracy was. 

“You gave me one of those.” Norrington interrupted the silence, rubbing his thumb over a small scar on his left arm. “Capturing you wasn’t as easy as planned. You nearly gave me another, too, when you tried biting me.”

You laughed, taken aback. You’d forgotten about it—you lashed out at him when he made the surgeon wash and cut your hair. 

“It wasn’t funny,” he said, but he was smiling all the same. “I thought you were going to take off a finger.”

“Oh, I wanted to. I do hope you aren’t thinking of returning the favor.”

“Does this mean my hair is next?”

“It certainly does. I’m going to have to pull all manner of debris out of it, aren’t I? Maybe I should’ve grabbed gloves.”

James snorted. “I didn’t know you had a sense of humor.”

“I could say the same about you.” You moved to stand behind him where he sat on a barrel, taking the comb in your hands and gently teasing knots out of the ends of his hair. 

James’ voice sobered. “Why are you doing this?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that you have every reason to hate me. I held you as my captive, and when you escaped, I spent months trying to hunt you down. If you hadn’t managed to evade me, I would’ve been your ticket to the gallows. I might as well have been the noose around your neck myself.”

You sucked in a breath, unprepared for the question. Not that you hadn’t expected it. Why am I helping him? “You were doing your job, I was doing mine. I’m glad you failed.”

“That still doesn’t explain—”

“Look,” you interrupted. “I’d heard all the stories. When you’re a pirate, and you get arrested, the Navy does all sorts of things to you. You beat us, you maim us, you starve and strip and use us as entertainment. As long as we’re still alive to dance the hangman’s jig at the end, you can do whatever you want to us.” You’d stopped combing, and you could tell, despite the fact that you couldn’t see his face, Norrington was listening intently. “You could have done all sorts of things to me, or let your men have their way.” Your voice grew soft again. “The worst thing you did was cut off my hair. Turns out I had lice anyway, so I probably should’ve thanked you for it.”

James turned to look at you, mouth half open to say anything, but there wasn’t anything to say. His gaze returned to his boots, and you couldn’t help but notice the tightness in his jaw. 

You changed the subject. “How long has it been since you’ve kept a meal down?”

“Too long,” he grimaced. “I’m afraid the rum has done its job.”

“Do you want me to get you something? You can wash the rest of yourself while I’m away.”

James only nodded, but you took that as a good enough sign to go in search of food. Ships didn’t carry much fresh food, but if you could find bread without weevils in it, you might be able to keep him from throwing up. 

You raided the kitchen, tapping biscuits against the wall to loose any bugs that may have burrowed into them. Before you headed back, you rested against the wall, taking a few steadying breaths. You didn’t like talking about your captivity, and you could never fully justify taking care of him. He was right: he might as well have been the hangman and the noose. 

“How’s the former Commodore?” Jack stood in front of you, teasing expression firmly in place. 

“Much better now that I’ve tossed the wig.”

Jack made a face at the mention of the wig. He’d made more than a few comments about how ‘that damned Commodore would be far more handsome without the stupid thing’. “I’m thinking about tossing him out entirely.”

“Jack.” You crossed your arms. 

“What?”

“Why did you agree to let him on, anyway?”

“I wouldn’t say I agreed, love. Agreements aren’t made at gunpoint.”

Norrington still wants him dead, then. “And yet he hasn’t gone through with it.”

Jack shrugged, as if he hadn’t given the matter much thought. You knew better, of course. He turned to leave, but not before throwing a comment over his shoulder. “He’s not a killer.”

By the time you got back to James, he had his hair mostly untangled and was struggling to find a way to keep it out of his face. You stepped in, handing him the bread and braiding his hair back with practiced fingers. There was a weight to the action, and you felt it acutely, twisting strands of long, damp hair together, surprised by its length, wondering how Norrington could’ve kept it tucked under his wig like this, and you knew he felt it too. 

“Eat,” you told him. “And try not to puke on me.”

He stuck the bread skeptically in his mouth, as if expecting it to taste like the bottom of a muddy boot. It was somewhat awkward to watch him, but you were right to keep your focus on him; it wasn’t long before he had his eyes closed against an obvious wave of nausea. You placed a hand on his back, rubbing his shoulder gently in hopes that it might distract him. 

“I must seem pathetic like this.”

“You’ve seen me pretty low, too, so I can hardly judge.” James scoffed, but didn’t pull away from your touch. 

“At least you had it in you to escape. Which,” he turned to you, eyebrows raised, “you never have explained to me.”

“Has that been bothering you all these years?” You couldn’t help but feel somewhat smug, knowing you got the best of a man who was, by all means, smarter than you, and who’d had many more resources on hand. 

“Obviously,” he drawled, though he seemed more amused than embarrassed.

“Well, it was mostly luck. You had me locked up pretty tight.” That was an understatement. Beyond the obvious fact that you’d been behind bars, thick ones at that, there were two guards posted outside the brig at all times. Not to mention the leagues between you and any sign of shore. You may have been a fairly good pirate, but those were bad odds. 

It had been the mailing ship, in the end, that had been your key to salvation. “I’ll forever be thankful that your holding cells had—and still have—one major flaw, not that I’m telling you what it is.” At James look of annoyance, you smiled. “Sorry. Old habits and all that.” Half pin-barrel hinges, you thought to yourself before continuing. “I also, through virtue of talking marines, knew the mail carrier had shown up. It gave me just the blossom of hope, and the opportunity, I needed.”

The door guards reduced from two to one as one of them headed off, presumably in the direction of mail. And why should they have worried? You hadn’t been able to cause any trouble, even when you were taken out of your cell for inspection by the ship’s surgeon. So that left you with one marine to deal with, and one iron door to pop off its hinges, which you did with the conveniently placed bench inside your cell. 

The clattering of the door got the marine running into the room, leaving the door to the brig wide open for your escape. All it took was an elbow to the gut and a knee to the face and the poor man was on the ground. You’d almost felt bad about it. Almost. But you saved your pity and ran like hell, scurrying up to one of the gun decks before anyone knew you were missing. 

“Then came the tricky part,” you mused. “I had to jump out of a gun port without anyone noticing, then scramble onto the mail carrier somehow. By all accounts it shouldn’t have worked.” But something had happened on deck which caught quite a bit of attention, and you were left to plop into the ocean below. “I’d never been so happy to be swimming in my life. I made it onto one of the lower decks of the other ship, through another gunport, and hid in a storage room until it reached St. Augustine.”

James grimaced. “You have no idea the strings I had to pull to get my men into that city.”

You shrugged. St. Augustine was a Spanish city, and you had no doubt tensions between Norrington and the city officials had run high. “I was already out by then. Seems those strings weren’t pulled fast enough.”

“No.” Your hand still sat on his back, though he’d managed to finish the bread. A light sheen of sweat dotted his forehead, a symptom you’d known to expect from an alcoholic, and you reached for the washcloth to wipe it away. “What if they had been?” His tone took on a miserable note.

You wiped the cloth across his face, your free hand gently holding the side of his head still. “Then you would have caught me, and I would be dead.”

“That doesn’t bother you?”

“Should it?” You moved to the back of his neck, where sweat had begun to run into his shirt collar. “We led lives that were diametrically opposed. We both knew what that meant. I ran that risk willingly.”

You continued with the cloth, never dropping the hand from his head, and though it may have been your imagination, he seemed to lean into the touch. You wondered how long it had been since anyone had shown him a hint of tenderness—since before his arrival in Tortuga? Longer?

James changed the subject. “Once you’re done making sure I’m not puking on myself, what do you plan to do with me?”

“Do with you?” You raised an eyebrow. “I don’t plan to do anything with you—or to you, if that’s what you’re worried about.” You didn’t miss the flush that crept up his neck at your teasing. You found it kind of sweet, if anything, that he continued to have the bashful streak Elizabeth had told you so much about. “I hope you’ll consider staying around more than a week so I can get to know you better, though.”

“You do?” He turned to you, his surprise genuine. It hurt you a little to see, but you supposed it was to be expected. If your roles were reversed, would he be saying the same?

“You’ve been given a unique opportunity, Ex-Commodore. You have the chance to start over with a group of people who don’t particularly like you, and you have the chance to make a home with them. We can be a close-knit group, you know, us pirates.” You smiled. “I’d take that chance if I were you.”

“I’m not sure I have much of a choice. The admiralty wants my head.”

“Better give them a good reason for it, then.”

James laughed at that, and some of the heaviness in the air dissipated. He looked markedly better now that he’d relaxed and some of the color had returned to his face. He could even be handsome, you supposed. You hadn’t let yourself think of it during your capture, though he had looked dashing in that uniform, and you wouldn’t be surprised if you heard multiple women had eyed him with eager interest back in Port Royal.

He’d been a different man then. You couldn’t help the serious tone that crept into your voice as you spoke. “You’ll take better care of yourself after this, yes?”

He sighed. “I don’t suppose I have much of a choice in that, either. I can’t really make things worse.”

The words did nothing to assure you. “You owe it to yourself, you know.” Your hand had fallen from his face, but you placed it there again, drawing his eyes to yours. “No matter what happens to you, no matter how low you think you’ve gotten, you still deserve your own care.”

James looked too lost for words, instead turning away shyly with no little amount of shame. 

“Hey,” you softened your voice. “You’ll learn. Here, with us. Most of the crew have spent their entire lives looking out for themselves. And we’re the lowest of the low; the poorest, the drunkest, the most battered and beaten and worn. We still take care of ourselves, even when we sometimes wash up in the brig of a Naval ship. We’ll teach you how to quit carrying shame.”

James looked back up at you, nodding. He kept your hand in place with one of his, callouses from his palm brushing against your skin. You ran your fingers through his hair with your other hand, gently carding through dark tresses, and when he closed his eyes, you could feel him suppressing tears. 

He took a steadying breath, bracing himself before he could open his eyes. “Thank you. For all of this. I hope I can repay you for it, someday.”

“Given the shitty circumstances under which we tend to look after each other, let’s hope not, actually.”

He smiled wearily, and you moved to sit on a barrel across from him. The voyage ahead was long and likely not without its dangers, and having Norrington as a friend through it all didn’t seem like a terrible prospect.

As you talked on, sharing stories as sailors did, you knew he’d make it. Of course he would. A man who had the dedication to chase you across the Caribbean for months had it in him to live with you for a few weeks. You’d already survived each other once. 

[alicedash2]

Teen Shanks x Teen Y/N Whitebeard daughter!

Warning: none

Roger and Whitebeard meet in an inconvenient way on an island, and obviously Roger will not stop fighting Whitebeard, but Whitebeard said that someone had to take care of YN, as she was young and only 13 years old, she she had just joined Whitebeard's crew and had a lot to adapt to, nobody wanted her to get hurt, right?

- some of you keep lookout in YN! She ended up getting off the ship, I saw her running around- Whitebeard spoke

- oh, do you have a daughter, Whitebeard? How beautiful! - Roger teased

- yes, it's my precious daughter, who I'll kill anyone to protect, she's getting used to her new life!- Whitebeard said laughing, YN was saved from a massacre on the island she was on, the shock was so big in YN that caused several problems in YN

-don't worry, I guarantee you she'll be fine!- Roger said, getting ready to fight

- I know one thing, I know her strength, however small it may be, she is very skilled- Whitebeard was getting ready, while they fought among themselves, certain teenagers meet

- She's Whitebeard's daughter, Shanks!- Buggy tried to keep Shanks from wanting to approach YN, who was sitting under a tree,Shanks was mesmerized by YN's beauty, he was in love, she looked so sweet and sweet, her delicate shape and charm made Shanks' face turn red

- I know! But she doesn't look strong, it's okay to talk to her, and look at her! She's unarmed, what a danger...- Shanks said as he looked at the small girl playing with the grass, Shanks gets rid of Buggy's grip and goes to YN

- the problem is not her, but Whitebeard, leave her there and let's go!- Buggy pointed to the other side of the forest

-And who's going to take care of her?- Shanks asked with a worried face

-Shanks! Put it on your head! SHE-IS-DAUGHTER-OF-WHITE-BEARD! WE-ARE-ROGER'S-CREW!- Buggy yelled at Shanks while poking Shanks' forehead with every word being said

- if Whitebeard finds out we've talked to her, he'll kill us! And besides, she's a girl, it's going to be even worse!-Buggy said with a look of fear, Shanks, changes his expression, he puts his index finger close to his mouth, signaling that he was thinking

-You're right...- Shanks said

- Now you understand? Let's get out of here before anyone sees us- Buggy said anxiously

-but...- Shanks starts to speak

- NO BUT! SHH! LET'S GO! I am going! I don't want to mess with Whitebeard and his daughter!- Buggy left stomping, Shanks, takes advantage and approaches YN, who was still there

Shanks sneaks up next to YN, who just looks at Shanks but ignores him.

-Why aren't you with your crew?- Shanks asked

- and you? Why aren't you with your crew?- YN asked without taking her eyes off the ground

- I saw you around here, I thought it would be dangerous to leave you alone - Shanks smiled shyly

- Are you worrying about the enemy? Why?- YN asked looking at Shanks, who was leaning against the tree

- hmm, I don't see you as an enemy, maybe that's why- Shanks said calmly, Buggy didn't leave, he just walked away and watched the two

- I'm Shanks, I don't know if you've seen it, but my friend is Buggy, he was just with me - Shanks said with a huge smile

- I'm YN LN- YN said, only changing to a soft expression

-hey, YN, do you want my friend?- Shanks asked

-hows Shanks is dumb! Obviously she won't accept being friends with anyone from an enemy crew!- Buggy whispered

- yes!- YN said happily

- It's worse than Shanks!- Buggy cried

- what's going on?...- a voice is heard behind Buggy

- just two idiots being idiots! - Buggy said

- YN will have a lot to explain!- the voice said again, Buggy is paralyzed, trying to figure out whose voice it is, he looks slowly and then lets out a scream

-WHITEBEARD!!- Buggy starts running towards Shanks, who also starts running, but Whitebeard jumps and lands in front of them, preventing them from running and releasing a gust of air, causing the 3 to fall backwards

-YN! How dare you make friends with the redhead?!- Whitebeard asked extremely angrily

-like this? He doesn't present any danger!- YN said putting himself in front of Shanks

- he might be tricking you! - Whitebeard said

- Well, I don't think so!- YN said with an angry look.

-YN, go back to the ship!- Whitebeard said

-What?- YN asked

- get back on the ship, now! We'll have a long talk later! But first, I'm going to have a talk with these two!- Whitebeard said

- I knew this was going to happen, Shanks, this is your fault!- Buggy said pointing to the redhead

-Wait a minute!- Roger approached

- I don't see any problem with Shanks and Buggy being friends with your daughter, they're just teenagers- Roger said with a huge smile

- for that very reason! The chance of my daughter starting to like this redhead and wanting to keep it is huge! - Whitebeard spoke

- but they met today, I don't think that could happen, at least not now!- Roger laughed

- I already know how to defeat you now, Whitebeard! - Roger makes an evil face

-Shanks, I allow you to be friends with Whitebeard's daughter!- Roger said, Shanks' face lights up, he takes YN's hand and Buggy's arm and runs away with a smile on his face

- Let's get out of here! They're going to start fighting- Shanks said

- I don't even want to imagine the lecture I'm going to take!- YN said with tears in her eyes, thinking about what will happen

- It's okay, then I'll talk to Whitebeard - Shanks said, he goes to the coast, there, they are watching the landscape while listening to the sounds of fighting, Buggy, still afraid that something could happen, but Shanks, was so distracted and enthralled by YN, that in the blink of an eye, they'd be 17 and 18

-YN! Don't get off the ship!- Whitebeard said, but YN jumps off the ship and falls into Shanks' arms, who kisses her sweetly

- I STILL HAVE NOT ACCEPT THIS RELATIONSHIP!- Whitebeard said, but deep down, happy that YN had found his happiness, however hateful it is for Whitebeard

[tonberry-yoda]

Big Strong Man - Shanks

notes - here's my shanks fic from the poll I did!! I was so happy to write for my husband until I realized I still don't know enough about him. If this doesn't fit with the story, I'm sorry lol, I'm only on episode 345 rn, so bear with me. Nonetheless, I think it's super cute! I hope you enjoy and have a super awesome day! Sending lots of hugs and kisses to everyone!!! <3

word count - 788

warnings - mentions of alcohol (Shanks drinking a beer, nothing crazy, but I thought I'd mention it), blood

"Can I see Shanks now?" Luffy pouted, stomping on the ground.

Shanks had asked you to take care of Luffy for a while, and you were hoping that he would be chill and just play with some blocks or something, but the kid hadn't shut up for three hours at this point and you were amazed. For a seven year old, he sure had too much energy.

"Shanks is busy," you told him as you did the dishes, and Luffy quickly attached onto your leg. "He'll be back tonight though, I promise."

"But I wanna see him nowwwwww!" he whined, making you struggle to hold back an eye roll. "He's probably doing cool pirate stuff without me, huh?"

You wiped your hands dry and pulled Luffy off of your leg, leaning down to his level.

"Luffy," you said, your tone soft. "I know you wanna see Shanks do his pirate stuff real bad, but you're going to have to leave him alone for a little. He is super busy today because of that other crew that showed up."

"But I wanna fight them too!"

"I know you do, but you're gonna have to train and get a crew of your own to fight a pirate crew like that, Luffy, do you understand?"

"Well, when can I do that?" He poked out his bottom lip and crossed his arms.

"When you're grown up and ready to go. Once you're strong enough to take down this whole island, you can become a big bad pirate yourself."

"You think so, y/n?!"

You nodded, a smile plastered on your lips. "I know so."

Luffy jumped up and down in victory exclaiming, "I'm gonna be a pirate!" over and over again in a singsongy voice.

And right on cue, Shanks opened the door, bloodied and covered in bruises.

"Shanks!!" Luffy yelled, running over to the redhead at the door and jumping on him like he didn't have a single injury.

"Woah there, kiddo," Shanks laughed, setting Luffy down. "I don't know if I can take one of your big bad Luffy hugs right now."

"Are you okay?" Luffy asked, tilting his head. He was shocked to see Shanks in a condition like that, especially since he was used to Shanks being a more peaceful guy who seemed to avoid fights if possible. And if he did get into fights, he never looked like this.

"I'm fine! This is nothin'! Though, y/n, do you mind grabbing me a beer from the fridge?"

You crossed your arms and looked at Shanks with an unamused expression. "Luffy, go play in the backyard for a little."

Luffy saluted at you and quickly made his way outside.

"What's that look for?!" Shanks asked, throwing his hands in the air.

"First of all, I'm not going to grab you a beer when you look like this. And second, why the hell do you look like that in the first place?!"

"Those were some pretty pesky pirates." he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Gave us some trouble before we kicked their asses."

"They're gone though, right?"

"Of course! What do I look like?" Ignoring your comment from earlier, Shanks walked to the fridge and cracked open a beer. You just rolled your eyes and grabbed a wet rag to clean him up a bit.

"Well, thanks for getting rid of them, Shanks, and tell the rest of the crew too."

"Can do!" Shanks said with a smile as you began taking off his shirt to find little scratches that were surrounded by blood and dirt. You cleaned him up with the wet rag, making sure to avoid the deeper cuts that you would clean more thoroughly later as to not infect them.

You didn't even notice Shanks staring at you with hearts in his eyes until you were finished.

"What?" you said, trying to hide the blush forming on your cheeks.

"Thanks for cleaning me up, cutie." He winked at you and set his beer down before pulling you into his arms, pressing kisses all over your forehead.

You pushed him away, giggling and readjusted yourself so you could better be in a position to kiss him back.

"You know I suck at babysitting, Shanks. I can't believe you left me with Luffy today. The poor kid was bored out of his mind watching me make maps."

"I can make it up to you." he told you, giving you puppy dog eyes and puckering out his lips.

You just giggled and pressed your lips to his several times before pulling him into your arms.

He sighed lovingly and breathed in your scent before hugging you back.

"Alright, big guy, let's get these deep cuts fixed up."

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Mouthvasihng Yap

because my stupid brain wont let me live without this, im gonna make a recap (and other stuffs) of everything in mouthwashing. PLEASE tell me if i get anything wrong.

[color-coded to cure my autism :3]

CHARACTERS •Anya- beloved nurse (Top left) •Daisuke- optimistic intern (Top middle) •Swansea- mechanic of the ship (Top right) •Curly- the captain (Before: bottom left. After: bottom middle) •Jimmy- co-captain (or captain in command I believe) (Bottom right) So basically the entire game is set off because of Jimmy. You do play as him anyways. He does a very bad thing to Anya [he rapes and impregnates her], so she decides it would be best to tell the captain himself, which she does. Curly then decides he should talk to Jimmy. •QUOTE THAT MAKES ME CRY :D "I'll talk to him"

[THIS REPRESENTS JIMBUS(right) AND CURLY(left)!!] Jimmy does not want to take RESPONSIBILITY (key point in the game) for his actions, for what he did to Anya. He'd rather die than face the consequences. So Jimmy decides to crash the ship into an oncoming asteroid, thinking to save only himself.

(keep in mind on what Anya said as well) I believe Jimmy locked Curly in the cockpit. I am not certain, but it is a possibility. He wanted him to die. He wanted to have no witnesses so he wouldn't be charged of what he did.

But as of now, the entire Tulpar crew is stuck on the ship, just surviving. Anya is the one to care for Curly, giving him painkillers. She doesn't like the job much, becoming uneasy at his moans of pain and overall state of being.

Once, though, she asked Jimmy to give Curly his meds. Jimmy was fed up, but decided to do it. Unfortunately the cruel bum decided to beat him.. After that dialogue you can even hear Curly crying.

Really quick, I just wanna say that this dialogue with Anya and Curly is very interesting. She seems to be the one staring at the pixel, saying "In the back of my mind, it's always there." But Curly, on the other hand, seems not to care much. "I don't think it ruins the illusion though. It's peaceful. But maybe I'm just used to looking at the bigger picture." Interesting that word he says... illusion.

Jimmy just made life miserable on the Tulpar, bringing Anya to her fate. She decided it would be best to just end it all, to rid herself of Jimmy and the burden given to her from him..

Daisuke manages to find out she's "stuck" in medical when actually she locked the door.

IM SORRY, SHE JUST MAKES ME SO SAD D: But anyways, I'm gonna condense the story line a bit now. So in short, Jimbus basically manipulates Daisuke into going into the vents, despite their danger, to save Curly (except he didn't really care, i think).

•QUOTE THAT MAKES ME CRY :D "Anya...? ...what d-did you do?" So Daisuke goes into the vents, proving their danger... He returns bloody and scarred all over his body from the vents. Jimmy decided it was "best" to disinfect the wounds with mouthwash (cuz they "remove 99.99% of germs"), only making them worse. This probably symbolizes the entire Tulpar situation: something really bad happened, so Jimmy tries to FIX IT with something, only making everything worse for everyone. Swansea decides to do the best thing for Daisuke, and uses the emergency fire ax to kill him, essentially putting him out of his misery.

•"It's alright Daisuke. Calm down. ...This line of work. You could never have become like ol' Swansea. What a tragedy." ... •"I thought you were dumber than a can of paint, always just chewing my ear off about nothing. Useless ray of goddamn sunshine." ... •"You coulda taught an old fool like me alot. ..." ... •"Close your eyes, Daisuke." I love Swansea's "speech" to Daisuke, but it makes me so sad :( ANYWAYS, Jimmy goes completely bonkers at the fact that he killed Daisuke. It was a mercy kill, but all he saw was another crew member dead.

Long story short, he decides to kill Swansea. Swansea gives a beautiful speech before dying to him, and I REALLY wanna pick at that, but its quite long.. I might reblog this for it cuz this is already very long. But Jimbus shoots Swansea and returns to Curly (who is somehow still alive). (I am going to skip talking about some scenes)

"We fixed it..." "I... fixed it..."

Jimbo basically takes poor ol' Curly to the utility room and puts him into the cryopod thingy. He says his farewell and shoots himself before Curly is ejected into space, frozen and traveling throughout, lost and unfound.

[cozzzynook]

I don't know if I've asked this yet.

Drift and Ratchet coming back to the Lost Light and when they get there everyone is waiting for them except Rodimus.

He's in bed having a horrible spark flare up and feels horrible because he can't welcome them back.

Drift thinks Rodimus doesn't want to see him and is hurt. There relationship becomes strained. Ratchet is angry that he didn't see them and Rodimus hates himself for having this spark condition.

You did and i’m sorry it took so long to answer i wasn’t ignoring this. I just wanted it to be long and well thought out. Something I’d enjoy when I come back to read it. It may not be as long as i’d hoped but i did try. Sorry for the long wait.

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The pods hooks unsnapped, latching onto the magnetic field of the ships side piece. Locking into place as an extra latch stationed them and decontamination filters opened within the pod itself. Soon the first doorway was opening and another burst of decontamination air was whooshing into between seams and cables, slipping into spaces that were covered in filth from their journey. Moving dirt and grime they were longing to be rid of.

His spark was spinning with anticipation at the light shining on their frames as the doors opened completely and he took his first step towards the place that began feeling like home after being without one for millions of years.

He smelled the scent of cleaner before the rush of multiple frame types and individual scents hit him at full force.

The strongest was himself and Ratchet who needed a shower desperately. But it was this. He missed this. Home.

He was home.

“Welcome back kid,” the gentle smile, soft optics, relaxed ridges and a warm servo in his, Drift was able to take that last step with confidence as he was greeted by the entire lost light crew with open arms and buzzing em fields.

He greeted every bot his overwhelmed processor could keep up with and he was thankful Ratchet made a path for them to what would be their hab so they could shower and get the filfth from off delicate and intricate parts of their frames.

As happy as this day was for him it didn’t compare to Ratchet admitting his feelings and coming after him alone.

He wasn’t entirely lying to himself.

The fact that Ratchet came alone hurt.

It hurt him a lot knowing the only other mech both he and Ratchet wanted to see didn’t show up.

They were both so excited to step off the pod and be enveloped in warm arms that would try so hard to squeeze passion, comfort, longing and every emotion they felt within their spark. They would try passing it through touch alone and often times succeeded without the use of their em field.

But no such comfort was placed on their frames. The servos of their friends and crew mates were a welcome they would not take for granted but the many touches and varying emotive fields that welcomed them didn’t soothe the ever present balm of loneliness they felt at not having the one mech they wanted by their sides all this time.

Ratchet was quick to get the both of them back to their hab where they showered off all filth and grime before relaxing frame to frame in the oil jets as they rested together.

The cleaning tub felt far too big without their third nestled with them and it sparked a conversation neither wanted to admit or verbalize out loud.

“Roddy doesn’t care about us anymore..does he?”

If there was one thing Ratchet hated it was the look of sadness and accepting another painful reality on Drifts face plates. It made his energon boil and his cables flex as he balled his servos to keep his temper and his own pained emotions in check.

“If he doesn’t have the gall to greet us, let alone join me,” Ratchet seethed as he clutched at nothing with the servo not holding Drift, “then he doesn’t deserve slag let alone your good graces, time and affection.”

“Maybe..maybe something came up?”

“And what could have possibly come up that was more important than bringing you back or welcoming you home?”

“He couldn’t just leave the ship, he’s captain Ratty,” a poor excuse even to him and Ratchet has no problem shooting a hole in his statement.

“Co-captain Drift. He could’ve let Megatron and Magnus even, handle the ship. Things would’ve been fine without him. He’s a slag captain anyway so what difference does it make now?”

Drift wanted to defend Roddy saying he was a better captain now but he couldn’t bring himself to speak. His spark ached knowing Rodimus didn’t bother to see him. He tried holding out hope that he was just running late but when the mech didn’t even show up the following morning, Drift lost all hope in the mech.

Ratchet was given time off from the medbay which he took to be by Drift’s side and enjoy their alone time together before going back to work. While also comforting his conjunx who lost an amica and something they both thought was more than on and off sleeping together.

For frags sake, Ratchet didn’t want to admit it but his anger was covering a large portion of sadness that he just couldn’t admit aloud yet he knew his conjunx was aware of this. He thought Rodimus was serious about the two of them, he was entirely certain the young speedster was serious about Drift. He figured he was an add on Rodimus was willing to accept because of how much he obviously loved Drift but the little bother was adamant on spending just as much time with him as he was with Drift.

He made him feel like he wasn’t an old bag of bolts, screws, joint pains and a step away from the well of sparks. Not to say Drift didn’t make him feel that way. The swords mech made him feel incredible. On top of the stars if it were possible. But to have that same feeling only to so suddenly have it ripped away…

“I don’t want to see that stabilizing splitter and no I don’t want to hear his excuses,” Ratchet grouched as he stood in the doorway to his and Drifts hab. This was the last day before they went back to their usual schedules and it was rudely interrupted by Cyclonus of all bots.

‘Tch, typical of the kid to send someone to do his dirty work instead of face it helm on.’

“No one sent me to do anything, Doctor.”

Cyclonus still had that unnerving stare that made Ratchet want to close the door. Like he was in the wrong here when Rodimus was the one who didn’t show up or come with him.

And he’d waited…

Waited for the kid until he couldn’t or it would’ve taken longer to reach Drift if he’d missed the atmosphere launch a nanoklik too late.

“Then why are you here?”

“I’ve simply come to ask that you and the swords mech go to see the co-captain. I’m sure he would enjoy the company.”

“And why the frag should we,” his grouching tirade was ruined when Cyclonus raised a clawed servo in parting and turned taking a swift leave. Ratchet did not know Tailgate was dozing on the back of Cyclonus in a metal wrap but the minibot was recharging peacefully even with Cyclonus purpose filled swift stride.

It left him intake half open out of disbelief but that was quickly interrupted when he felt Drift coming behind him. Two servos on his shoulders and he was feeling less frustrated. The effect Drift had on him had its perks especially for his oil pressure and energy readings.

“What was that about? I thought I heard Cyclonus. Was it something about the medbay?”

His concern was appreciated and he felt undeserving to have a mate and conjunx such as Drift who was far too kind for him.

“No, nothing like that. Its..nothing,” he sighs, letting his shoulder plating lower and his servos flex to relieve unnecessary tension that will surely make his joints flare if he keeps up. Whats he thinking getting this upset over someone who doesn’t care about them? He’s not a young spark anymore. No need to waste the energy he doesn’t have.

“Are ya sure Ratty?”

“Hmm,” a kiss to Drifts cheek and the mech was making, dare he think it, an adorable noise that left his finials flaring out with a fluttering embarrassment that coated his cheek plating a shade of deep gray.

“Ratty!”

“Hehe, come ‘ere,” pulling his conjunx into his arms he led him to the wash racks where a nice long soak in oil would lift both their spirits.

It’s officially been three days since they’ve been back to their normal schedule and there has not been a single sighting of Rodimus. Not on the bridge, not a word of him meteor surfing, racing the halls or lower decks, nothing of him visiting the training rooms or going off ship for a mission or supply run. Not even a peep of him at Swerves.

The two didn’t want to let it get to them but they couldn’t help the worry that bubbled over the surface and visibly poured like a fountain as they listened in at his hab suite and office one night.

Not a single sound came from either of Roddy’s habitats and they couldn’t find him below the decks hiding in his usual or more creative spots nor could Ratchet lock onto his em signature. They were both worried and getting antsier by the nano klik until a fifth day without their captain came and Ratchet was desperate enough to ask Drift to use his method of location using meditation.

The swordsmech was highly taken aback by the request but hurriedly did so once their shifts were over and he had a quiet place to concentrate.

It took him a few kliks but Drift was able to lock onto Rodimus surprisingly low em field.

It made him wake from his meditative state with a start and grab onto Ratchet in a rush and haul the heavy mech into his arms as he made a mad dash to the private medical bay.

This was thankfully the down time in the area so barely any mechs or femmes were present and those that were, were off getting fuel to bring back for the rest of their shift. So it was easy for Drift to rush them into the back past the typical private rooms and into the intensive private area where the more serious cases were handled.

Ratchet, not expecting Drift to react like this was floored as his conjunx hauled his heavy aft off the ground and leapt into action like the cons were hot on their tails again. He was a tad disoriented until they were in the medbay and at the more serious section where the most vulnerable and closely watched patients with need of intense care were kept.

He quickly composed himself as he left Drifts hold allowing the mech to grip onto him as he input his own code and stood in the doorway to allow the sterilization purifiers to spray them down.

He was in enough of his professional helm space to put medi grade masks over himself and Drift before manually entering the sanitization spray to hose them down once more before entering through the coded metal curtain that kept germs out and paused in dawning horror with his conjunx at the sight of their friend, lover, and captain. Who laid in the berth attached to multiple wires that surrounded his frame from olfactory sensor to his lower tanks.

A filtration line in both his nostrils, the metallico around his frame sensitive to the touch and weak as he vented slowly. His chassis was removed along with the metallico casing on his tanks leaving him vulnerable and defenseless should an attack happen.

But the chances of germs eliminating the fragile mech before them was much much higher seeing as his spark was resting with too faint a glow to be even remotely healthy. As it laid bare without a spark casing to keep it safe beside a pair of pouches that didn’t look anything like their own cyber knitted energon pouches. No. His looked organic in every sense and should the two lift the medical gauze on his chest they knew a pair of nozzles would be there.

That very first step towards the berth was not taken by Ratchet but Drift who still held onto Ratchet as his optics burned with unshed coolant and steam. A bubble of static was making its way up Drifts windpipe the longer he took in the sight of Rodimus and Ratchet couldn’t lie saying he was unaffected by Rodimus’s current state.

The sight of Rodimus’s spark being connected to so many wires shoved every angry thought, word and frustration in his face plate like a hammer bomb straight to the chassis unguarded and he too felt his optics sting until he blinked it away.

There was a shift from the berth and a light whimper left Rodimus’s dermas.

That kicked Ratchet into gear as he stepped forward making sure Drift stayed put as he began checking Rodimus’s ventilation systems and the condition of his spark to see what kind of damage he sustained that could’ve caused this and who they were going to offline for doing this to him.

Ratchet was finishing his final scan when he felt the signs of Rodimus waking and he used an old off the record nursing technique to keep him calm by rubbing on the natural swell of his forge tank where signs of a coming flush showed.

He saved that note for later.

Right now he needed to keep Rodimus from panicking at the sight of them and keep his spark levels even.

As he busied himself keeping Rodimus calm and soothed, he began reading the information his scans provided and almost dropped right then and there if it weren’t for long centuries of medical profession keeping him from accidentally injuring a patient and Drifts quick movements.

“He’s always had it Drift,” the distress in Ratchets voice was not comforting or common for any mech to experience and Drift did his very best not to break at the exposure of it all.

“What do you mean Ratty?! What is it a virus or something?!”

His rushed whispers that grew louder and panicking em field would not help anyone so Drift tried to stifle them with little luck.

“His spark Drift. His spark. He has spark flutters Drift. Spark flutters. That can’t be cured Drift. I can’t..science can’t cure this…He’s had them since emergence..he’s always had them..all this time..and we didn’t know..I didn’t know..”

Drift was no medic but he knew about spark flutters, had seen them take lives faster than engine burn out and processor frying. Matters of the processor and spark couldn’t be fixed, not like a ripped off stabilizer or arm.

A spark problem was serious.

And Roddy’s had it all this time?

“Frag, Drift..I was so angry at him..angry at waiting for him to come with me because he promised me he would show..he promised he would be waiting at the pod..he was..he wanted to apologize so badly..I-I should’ve known something was wrong then..I should’ve gone to see what happened but I didn’t..I..”

Ratchet stopped his movements as he looked down in horror at the exposed spark that slightly quickened in beat.

Rodimus was slowly coming from his pain numbing recharge that First aid administered early to help with his levels and pain. This was the first time in two days he’s been able to go without pain in every vent again and he was extremely grateful when First aid injected him with the serum. He was healing but not at the level he should be. Emotional pain was the cause of that and while First aid understood, Rkdimus understood First aid’s reasonings on keeping him asleep until he was in better shape.

Right now the serum was still in his system so he didn’t have to rush and alert the medic just yet. Not that he could if he wanted. He was still pretty out of it as he tried to figure out opening his optics and moving his heavy frame. Though the second option wasn’t something he should be doing aside from his digits at least.

“Ratty, we didn’t know! We couldn’t have known! He didn’t.. he didn’t want us to know and you know Roddy..If he doesn’t want something found out we won’t..oh gosh Ratty..he..no wonder he always bailed last klik..his spark..his spark probably..”

“Frag!”

Ratchet had to hold himself together so he wouldn’t do something that he’d regret. He wanted to shake Rodimus and demand to know why he never said anything as much as he wanted to hug the kid and never let him out of their sights.

“This is why he wasn’t there Ratty..he’s been stuck in here all this time?”

Ratchet looked over his scans further and Drift question proved correct.

“He had a spark flutter that hit him first and that flutter brought on another until his spark spasmed and fluxed. A spark flux is something that most bots don’t come back from. At least typically they don’t. First aid tackled the issue as it came and he did pretty good but there are some spots he missed. But that can be excused seeing as Rodimus’s spark isn’t strong enough to handle that operation just yet. So First aid did well in taking care of him.”

There was a blanket of guilt that clogged Ratchets optics and the weak digit shaking against his servo made them snap down to Rodimus’s sorrow filled optics that were dim and still slightly out of touch.

That ignited a fire in Ratchets spark as he ignored Drifts gasp and cry of Rodimus’s nickname.

He set to work talking to Rodimus while working on his vitals and readings before setting into motion on doing a small procedure to strengthen Rodimus’s spark.

First aid came in once Ratchet finished, having seen the two enter through the many cameras kept inside the entire medbay.

He wasn’t very fond of Ratchet stealing his patient but he was expecting it.

“You did well kid,” Ratchet gifted his young pupil the praise he deserved as he sat down with Drift beside Rodimus’s berth.

First aid was a blushing mess as he went off to most likely tell Ambulon while Drift held Rodimus’s servo.

“He’s taking well to the procedure. Its not as good as the procedure we would give most but this is the method that will cause the least problems and have the most success for now.”

“..only for now?”

“Try and get some rest sweet spark,” Ratchet leaned forward to press his helm to Drifts who immediately nuzzled into the comfort still holding onto Rodimus.

They both needed this assurance and safety.

“He’ll likely wake tomorrow later in the evening. For now, all we can do is wait and rest beside him. We have a lot to talk about that we need to pace so we don’t stress him or ourselves.”

“He didn’t abandon us like we thought Ratty,” Drift looked ready to hope in the berth with Rodimus dragging Ratchet in with him if it weren’t for all the wires.

“When he wakes up he’s getting an audial full for keepin this from us,” Ratchet had a scowl on his face plate so deep Drift could see a new line forming and it made him smile. Ratchet really did have the same growing feelings for Rodimus that he once budded for Drift.

It made the swords mech brighten his em field, “Lets make sure he gets enough rest before we unload on him. I’m sure he feels guilty .”

“Good,” Ratchet grouched pulling them both into the mattress chair that leaned back, “he’s never allowed to do this again.”

The two were holding Rodimus’s servo as they curled together looking at the recharging mech.

With a long last look, they too fell into recharge waiting for rodimus to wake up.

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Anon i’m so sorry for such a late reply but i hope you see this and i hope you like it.

[the-slender-doll]

Reposting on main but

Release the Kraken! 🦑

(Aka Milo Jones - my Sniper OC - is officially finished!)

Here's Milos official reference sheet + miscellaneous sketches Ive done of him!

I am super excited to reveal my Sniper OC's true nature to everyone here!

I have some fun facts about him underneath the cut.

Other References

Stuff about Milo/ Deep BLU Sniper:

He's a human turned Kraken. He exchanged his humanity and life as a human as a former fishing boat captain to save his former crew mate turned pyromaniac "Skipper", the Deep BLU teams Pyro. The sea wanted a life for a life. The incident also was the cause of my pyro's spiral into pyromania and instability.

Due to his current "condition" he is strictly on a pescatarian style (aka fish only) diet. Other meats and poultry make him extremely sick. Although he can have other seafood, diary, veggies, fruits, greens and the like without much of a problem. It helps him keep up an appearance of still being human.

His eyes sometimes turn more Cephalopod like when he's experiencing an extreme emotion like rage or when his animalistic instincts take over. Sometimes it happens without his consent. His eyes can also change into a golden color when this happens but it's not often.

He has the ability for metachrosis (physiological color change) much like an octopus for his hair, skin and eyes. It doesn't affect his clothes. Because of this he has slight camouflage abilities, making it easy for him to blend into the background, giving him the illusion of "cloaking" like Spy's watch ability. Most of the time he has to fight the urge to do this around others. He also sometimes unconsciously changes the color of his hair depending on his mood.

Sometimes he can summon squid tentacles from his back. It's extremely painful for him to do so and it ruins his shirts 99% of the time. Because of this he wears race back style tank tops so he doesn't rip his shirts open if his tentacles come through his back suddenly. His jacket is just bulky and sturdy enough to hide and hold his tentacles from sight if it happens while he's out on the field. He awkwardly has to play it off until he can force himself to "retract" his tentacles. Usually causes a bloody mess on his back.

Thanks to his "gift", he's very flexible and tends to bend much like a contortionist if given the chance.

He has to keep hydrated constantly, so he has a water bottle on him at all times. He can get very sick if he becomes dehydrated. (This explains his in canon use of Jarate lol)

His blood is much darker in the light than most human blood. It's more akin to ink than anything else so he has to be very careful not to get hurt for this to be revealed. Usually he gets human blood transfusions before each battle so it offsets his odd ink like blood in appearance and cover his tracks. Thankfully he's AB+ so he can take any blood type as a donation for this endeavor.

He has a slightly fishy smell mixed with his human "musk".

His fingers sometimes become slightly sticky at the fingertips due to microscopic suckers in place of his fingerprints so he has to be careful with this so he doesn't reveal his "Cephalopod" like traits.

The only reason he can draw a traditional style bow without strain is his newfound strength as a giant squid like monster in a human shell with the added curse of "stickiness" from his sucker like finger tips.

He's about 6' tall and has quite a lean body type.

When he's scared or startled, his inky blood will mix with his spit, creating actual squid ink. He plays it off as having chewable tobacco in his mouth when he has to get rid of it.

He can breathe underwater. It's something he's still getting accustomed too as his first instinct when under deep water is to panic like most would. He can swim but trauma is a large factor for this knee jerk reaction.

He has a very slow but passive regeneration ability that can help keep him from bleeding out from deep cuts and help him regenerate and heal overtime if he can find a place to nurse his wounds. This is how he can heal his back constantly after summoning and retracting his tentacles.

He is colorblind with a mostly monochromatic vision with the only colors he's able to see clearly is Blues and Yellows. Just like an octopus's vision!

His condition is a big secret even within his own team. Only the Deep BLU teams admin assistant Miss Cecilia, the main Administrator, Miss Pauling and my Pyro Skipper know. Later on Felix my Medic finds out.

He does have a boyfriend named Dingo (who's owned by @darrowfire15 ). He eventually learns about Milos condition.

So yeah, I hope you enjoy him!!

[thesharktanksdriver]

Magical Girl in Gotham (Platonic)

Part 1 Part 2 part 4

Sorry for the repeating lines of there are any, it’s tumblrs fault

Tag list: @harpy-space

Mention in the comment if u wanna be tagged for the next part :]

You drift between the world of conscious and unconscious, the Dream world and the waking world

For once you felt yourself dream, seeing the images of all those who had filled your once lonely life with joy

At point in your life you forgot to just sleep, to finally rest and not to worry for the next day

You were always so preoccupied with getting rid of a new batch of Shadowmites the next night or school or rent that sleep felt more like a chore

Wasted hours to be doing something important despite how Rigel told you it was unhealthy to avoid it

So for now you sleep and you enjoy it as you occasionally sense the distant feeling of someone sitting at your side

When you eventually do wake up your met with the sensation of warm blankets (compared to your thin ones) and a hand pressed against your forehead

When your eyes flutter open you see the sight of Jason, surprise in his face as you look up at him

You can’t get a word out before he’s hugging you tightly, mumbling “Jesus don’t ducking scare me like that. Thank whatever god there is that your ok”

He stays that way for a minute and you soak it up, noticing how he was wearing the uniform of red hood but without the mask

It doesn’t really surprise you but it now makes sense as to why you had a vague sense of familiarity when meeting him

That also answered who the rest of the bat crew was

When he pulls back he sees your stare down towards the large red bat symbol on his chest. “I had the feeling you rich people were crazy, but not crazy enough to be vigilantes to be honest. Seems like those online forums were right about you guys not being normal” whatever worry fades away at that comment

His laugh is loud and seems to echo out into the hallway through the opened door, footsteps quickly make their way towards the room

Damien bursts in, an unfamiliar teary look in his normally composed eyes

Jason has barely any time to pull a few feet away before his younger brother is repeating what he had done earlier

Damien’s gripping you as if he was afraid that when he pulled away you’d suddenly disappear

You hug your friend back, noticing the rest of the family peak in and be somewhat agast at the sight

Turns out you have a lot of explaining to do and so do they

Bruce/Batman himself is honestly disappointed in himself that you’d been doing this for years yet he had not even fucking know about it up till now

Even more so that Jason and Dick knew and didn’t tell him that an actual child is running around at night killing mystical creatures

He actually apologies to you personally that he should’ve noticed, but you quickly shoot that down telling him that was kinda what you didn’t want

Like him you set out on this mission to do it practically alone, you never intended to make friends along the way but somehow you did

He now knows why he saw himself in your eyes, you were him when he started off. Someone who was blinded by their goal of protecting others that they did not care for themself

He asks again if your parents know and now you answer honestly

You didn’t have any. You lived alone in a crappy apartment and barely got rent in on time

You see the looks given by all of his sons, how it goes from you to their dad and then back to themselves

After finding this out Bruce probably teaches you some more self defence since you only taught yourself through experience

He’s a good teacher, finding out what your strong suits are and helping you improve rapidly

Your style of fighting is a lot like dancing. Fluid motions and carefully placed steps, turns and pirouettes to dodge, quick attacks that happen within the blink of an eye

Your not like Jason or dick who can take large hits and can brute force their way though things. Your more agile and graceful

Bruce at some point helps make a schedule for you to properly balance your nightly duties and going to school

It’s much better than your own lol

Kinda feels better that most of the villains in this city absolutely love you and would protect you but also kinda worried cause they would literally kill for you

The only villains he actually trusts you with is the Gotham sirens and maybe Waylon on a good day

You’ve cause him to get so many extra grey hairs after hearing what you eat on a daily basis

How do you the energy to run around Gotham every night while surviving on cup noodles?!??

One time y’all appeared at a McDonald’s it was all over Twitter in the matter of minutes cause you have a cute magical girl and then Batman looming beside them as you asked for a nugget meal and ice cream for him

Sometimes he’ll be beating a villain and you’ll briefly stop by and everything is out on pause as you say hi to both

Honestly it’s the funniest thing for bystanders to see especially when you say hi to John or Tim the goon

Your Twitter famous and you don’t even have Twitter

Clark is texting Bruce why “Batman”, “magical girl” and “McDonald’s” is trending on Twitter

Damien is kinda upset at first before realizing that would kinda be hypocritical and now he has more of an excuse to spend time with you

Two besties just chilling on a rooftop of Gotham while Riddler sulks in the background

He definitely gets protective over you even though you can handle a lot of stuff on your own

It’s mostly out of the fear of losing you. You serve as a symbol to him, a sign that his life has changed for the better and he’s truly happy

At first he doesn’t like his brothers hanging around you but comes to accept it. He was just kinda scared you’d like them over him and forget him

Has a constant glare and only you can decipher his actual emotions

Your his translator for poor Gordon. Like Damien says something mildly insulting and then your like “he means to say he likes your tie and you did a good job out there. Keep it up 👍 “

Your his impulse control from threatening people and breaking bones

He probably pressures Tim into making you a com

At some point he tells you about his grandfather and mom. That turns out be a interesting conversation especially when learning there’s just a magical life giving pool somewhere under Gotham

He’s such a little shit to people who make comments about your outfit

He’s tearing down their entire self esteem

God help the poor soul who decides cat calling or making weird comments about you cause it’s on sight for him

Bruce had to hold both him and Jason back from “having a polite talk” with the guy. Bruce does allow glaring and yelling though

Y’all probably become a duo that Gotham Twitter freaks out over

Like, people be now using you two as “bestie goals” and you do a double take when someone mentions it at school

When you once took him over to your apartment he visibly does a double take and asks how you live like this

Brags to his brothers all the time about how he’s your best friend so he’s the favourite (he is)

Ra’s Al Ghul is more confused than Clark when he gets reports his grandson suddenly is seen with that “magic girl?” He’s also gotten reports about and the two of you are building the Lego bonsai set on a rooftop

You got him into Lego and he now has his entire room full of them and boobytrapped

Dick has unfortunately been a victim to this

Jason almost kneeled over and died again out of worry when he had brought you half dead back to the manor

So it’s safe to say he’s very realized your ok and now also basically under the protection of the rest of the family

He may still have some grudges against Bruce but he does admit that he can teach you better than he could in most places

But what Bruce can’t teach you is how to shoot!

Yeah so…he had you use your magic weapon and turn it into a gun form and has you practice with him

Most villains audibly sigh in relief when seeing the two of you together cause that means their chances of a bullet lodged in their side or spine being crushed is better

Takes you on his motorcycle and it’s super fun

He gets you your own personalized helmet even though you can technically make one via magic

Y’all quote so much shit from books that Tim has begun to catalog it

Scary dog privileges number 3

Sometimes while on duty he’ll stop by at a few cute looking stores and buy you stuff he thinks you’ll like

You don’t tell him you have more than enough pens as he gifts you one with a cute topper

He swears to god if that fucking clown even breaths near you he’s dead and there’s nothing Bruce will do to be able to stop him

Damien would cheer on in the background if that happened

He kinda helps Damien realize and process that it’s ok for you to have other friends and that they won’t be stealing you away nor will you replace him

Both have a lot of emotional baggage and who better to help unpack that than him

Takes a lot of convincing to do so first

Loves the what we do in the shadows tv show and WILL make you watch it with him cause no one else will…along with rue Paul’s drag race

They say red hood now has a handmade bracket

Dick is so joking about how he and Jason knew you first to Damien and Bruce

100% tries to convince you to have your costume to match his for at least a night , if you do so he’ll be supper giddy and get soooo many picture

Your half convinced he has a scrapbook somewhere from how many photos you’ve seen him snap of Radom moments

He sometimes mentions Barbra Gordon and it’s giving you vibes

Keeps showing up while your trying to have a peaceful dinner at the iceberg lounge, penguin shoo’s him away calling him a pesky bird

He always replies back that “but your the bird here aren’t you?, in the wing-” And almost gets shot every single time

He seems kinda embarrassed when people joke about his dump-truck, whatever that meant. You just assume he fell into one or something and don’t get the actual meaning

By god he tries to keep your innocence in tact. There are so many creeps in Gotham and he does his best to protect you from them

There have been situations he’s covered your ears and sent out death glares that can make some of the worst villains shiver in fear

Might’ve let Jason break a guys arm once cause he kept making gross comments. Never told Bruce about it but kinda knows he’d get a slap on the wrist

Audibly makes a gasp when you use a cartwheel in a battle and has a proud big brother moment while clasping a hand over his heart

While your hunting for shadowmites he occasionally drops by to give you something like a smoothie for energy

Loves talking with you about the juiciest hero drama he’s heard within the week

Your not sure how he learns all of what he heard but he was a way

Will watch whatever show or movie you want no matter what age range it was intended for. Like he will watch pretty cute or sailor moon and get super invested to the point he’s buying merch for both of you

He now has a sailor Venus keychain and a matching sailor moon one for you

Definitely has mock fake lightsaber battles with your magical weapon and his batons

He always lets you win but you don’t need to know that

When this happens he also does the full 9 yards to make his “death” as dramatic as possible

Piggyback rides galore with This guy cause he finds it fun and uses it as some sort of weight training

Speaking of which you and Damian have sat on his back while he does pushups. You and Damien made the logo millennium falcon set

Brice walked in and then walked right back out

That happens more than most would assume

When he has video game tournaments with Jason and Tim, he gets you and Damien to be the referees

What he doesn’t know is that Damien is kinda bias to whoever didn’t annoy him that day

Meaning Dick is kinda on a loosing streak as of late compared to either brothers

Has already begun placing photos of you and the family on the wall

Alfred did a double take when he first saw it but then just smiled and went on with his business

Both you and him help Alfred with cooking

Sometimes he goes to really crappy stores and buys all the cheap bootleg hero figurines

Once they make one of you he’s gonna beg you to make your uniform match it for a night

Dear god he has so many nicknames that some villains are now gonna start mocking him by using them with you

He looked really upset when two face called you one of them and then laughed at how his face scrunched up

Tim buys you a proper phone so he can now text you at midnight lol

Even sets up a Twitter account for your hero persona and its now followed by most villains within the city lol

People now joke that at this point your gonna reform most of them before Batman can

Speaking of jokes he sends you memes constantly. Lien you’ll wake up with at least 2 unread messages from him that are just memes he found

He thinks the funniest are the cursed pictures of his family with shit like “bottom text” or “Sœp”

He’s kinda that guy you can go to talk to about anything cause he will 100% know it even if it’s the most obscure piece of media ever

In his spare time he watches those 5 hour long essay videos for fun as background noise

Please watch documentaries with him, doesn’t matter if their lighthearted or serious cause he just wants someone to watch with him

Speaking of which, if you do this with him he builds the most elaborate pillow forts known to man

Please encourage him to at least get 6 hours of sleep a night,the bags under his eyes are already bad enough

Won’t object if your ask to paint his nails or style his hair. He probably finds it somewhat relaxing especially if you talk to him about something while doing it

He rambled a lot about whatever he’s fixated on at the time, you don’t have to respond but just show him your listening and he’ll feel really happy

Totally brags about getting the feeling you were more than what you seemed lol

He sometimes secretly uses the bat computer to watch Netflix or Crunchyroll and play horror games. He says it adds ambiance to the experience

You walked in while he was playing phasmophobia and he screamed

He once used axe body spray and no one will let him live it down, he has his head in his hands as Jason recounts the story

Everyone dreads April fools cause of him and he’s recounted to you his various escapades

Your favourite is when he programmed the Batmobile’s honk into playing “Barbie girl”

He plays video games with you constantly. Doesn’t matter what game you wanna play cause he will find it

On patrol he’ll text you to see how your doing and if you need either him or anyone else to stop by

Else tells you to stay hydrated despite the fact he’s being a hypocrite

He patrols Twitter somehow while being a vigilante and gives people the ban hammer if he finds them being creepy

There is no mercy from him and they’ll have their account temporarily banned or in some cases deleted

He acts all innocent about it as well

Alfred is honestly just happy your ok and now have their support during your night duties

Like he knows your on good terms with most villains but it still gives him an extra layer of comfort that you know you can rely on them for help

Like mentioned before he already planning your room out before Bruce even signs those papers. He finds out what style of room you’d like, interests, favourite colour and goes to town on that interior design

He still packs you lunches but now he has added more foods that give more energy and protein

Whenever you try to help him out with anything other than some cooking and giving Bruce his tea/time coffee he will deny it

You have enough stress as it is you will not put more on your shoulders

Bakes a lot of fresh sweets with even fresher berries from his and Damien’s secret garden

Whenever you don’t go to Harley’s for getting wounds patched up he does it for you

At this point he’s probably more qualified than 50% if Gotham doctors with the amount of fatal injuries he’s stopped

When Bruce gets kinda worried that you hang out with like 50% of the villains in the city he reminds Bruce of Selina and Talia

That shuts Bruce up real fast

Sometimes at night you catch him doing grocery runs, you help him carry bags back to his car

He sometimes talks about his family, growing up and watching as things rapidly advanced from that of his childhood

It’s pretty interesting, especially considering the batcave is filled with super tech that would go for millions

Once again your half convinced he’s some sort of immortal/god in human form with the amount of patience he has

Along with the fact he somehow balances cleaning an entire mansion and batcave

How he does this no one knows

God help anyone who gets on his bad side cause he’s pulling out the umbrella to teach them proper manners

Example, the guy who thought it would be a good idea to heckle you about wearing a skirt

That man is scared to walk the night knowing he’s still out there

Eventually one night as you made your last rounds across the city and said hi to Waylon along with drop by the iceberg Lounge you end up back in the batcave

It’s peaceful as usual, even as you go up to Bruce who has his mask pulled off with a soft smile

He holds out a paper, pen in his other hand that he offers to you

You nod with a smile and take it, signing your name down on it

Gotham is definitely in a stir when everyone wakes up to the news that Bruce Wayne had adopted a new child

Bruce got at least 1 individual call from each justice league member

[astrangeraccoon]

Again on the time travel jon (futur consciousness in past body style) , something I've seen a lot (and that I love) is jon doing his best to bond with S1 crew and I love that. But an angsty variant I'd love to see is him failing at it or at least having a very hard time bc of all the trauma he got through:

Jon flinching when Tim gets angry or move too fast in the corner of his eyes. Jon letting Tim talk over him (not that Tim does it on purpose) or talk him into things bc this time he wants to make sure he listen to his friend. Jon remembering how Tim saw him as a monster and how after everything he sees himself as one and doesn't want to taint his friend with that

Jon remembering Sasha (hc that since she hasn't been not!themed(yet) the eye used it's power to get rid of the stranger influence on Jon's mind) but still having that one second hesitation when he sees her. Jon having two sets of memories (he lived W not!Sasha for a year and they had vastly different tastes) and failing to remember which things the real sasha like. Him wanting to keep her safe, to not lose her again but in doing so he makes it sound like he doesn't trust her to take care of herself which she doesn't like™

Jon having the hardest time with Martin who didn't travel back with him. Being kinder to him but also keeping a clear distance between the two of them. Still being in love with Martin but not believing Martin could love him back bc he remember Martin telling him they wouldn't be together without the apocalypse and he doesn't want the apocalypse. Also believing it s unfair to him to treat him as a replacement for "his" Martin. Giving Martin the hot and cold treatment bc jon is a mess that can't act when feelings are involved leaving martin very confused.

Just

Jon being a mess and struggling

[agoodroughandtumble]

Vienna - Sanji x Reader

Status: Part 1 of 2 [Part 2 is Zoro x Reader] Summary: Inspired by the Ultravox song - Reader is going through a break up. Sanji offers some words of comfort Warning: 18+, Language, angst

It had been fairly obvious that your last romantic relationship had not exactly a hit with the rest of the crew. Thankfully, for Sanji at least, your now ex had never been offered a place amongst the crew so any interaction was few and far between. Still, when Nami had told him why you had been a bit distant the past few days he couldn’t help but feel sorry for you. Even though your choice in men was questionable at times, downright awful at worse, there was nothing he liked seeing less than you being upset – especially over some arsehole that had never been worthy of your attention in the first place. Not that Sanji cared about who you were dating – at least, no more than was a normal amount for a crew mate. And it was purely coincidental that he had spent all morning making your favourite dessert and then the next half hour trying to find you – annoyingly, he found you back where he had started in the kitchen.

“Cheer up, love.”

You lifted your head up from the table, quickly wiping your eyes at the sound of Sanji’s voice and eyeing him a little suspiciously as he walked over to you – a tray full of your favourite cakes in one hand.

The cook gracefully set the plate down in front of you and slid onto the bench. “It is positively criminal for someone as beautiful as you so look so sad.

You rolled your eyes, though despite your best efforts you could feel a small smile tugging at your lips. Still, no one walks in on someone sat with their forehead against a table and assumed what they want is chit-chat. “What are you after?”

His eyebrows creased in confusion, a look of hurt across his face and one hand clutching at his chest. “(Y/N)! Is that how lowly you think of me?” He tilted his head suddenly, a thought occurring to him. “Although… perhaps a kiss from lips as sweet as yours could soften the blow a little…?”

“Sanji-”

“Alright,” the blond pushed the plate of dessert further towards you as a peace offering. “Nami told me what happened.”

“Great. That’s just… fucking great.” You sighed, letting your head fall back against the wall and trying to retain some of your dignity. Being dumped was bad enough, embarrassing enough without the entire crew gossiping about you love life. “Look, I don’t want any of this,” you gestured towards both the food and the cook. “I want to wallow for a while. Contemplate my complete inability to be loved.”

A silence fell over you for a moment or two. Sanji had an unreadable expression on his face, although at present you couldn’t bring yourself to wonder what he was thinking. Obviously he wasn’t taking the hint as he shuffled further into him – so much so that you could smell his cologne mingled with smoke. It wasn’t the worst scent in the world, comforting, almost. You could feel your eyes starting to water again, and took a deep inhale to try and steady yourself.

Crying at all was bad enough – crying in front of a crew mate was unacceptable. Especially since Nami was apparently far more loose lipped than you had previously thought. The idea of everyone else knowing, of them fucking pitying you was almost as bad as having your heart ripped out in the first place.

“You don’t have an inability to be loved.”

It was the softness of his voice that caught your attention. Sanji was never soft. He was charming, and a flirt and usually more often than not a complete pervert but he was never soft. You shuffled uncomfortably under such an earnest gaze, biting your lip as though such an action could prevent the inevitable tears from spilling. “Well, he certainly doesn’t. Not any more.” You sniffed a little. This was pathetic. You were pathetic. No wonder he’d finally decided to get rid of you.

“I do. I mean, we all do. The crew. We love you.” Sanji inwardly cringed. Of all the times he could have accidentally blurted that out, of all the ways he could have told you, whilst you were trying not to cry over some completely arsehole was certainly not one of them. Hopefully you didn’t think anything of it – and he could simply explain it away as a way of cheering you up – reassuring you that the crew would always have your back. Hopefully you wouldn’t think anything more of it and he could go back to loving you from a distance, the periphery.

He cleared his throat, trying keep such thoughts at bay. You were upset, you were crying over another man for fuck’s sake. There was so many ways in which this situation could go horribly wrong. He started to stand up, “I should go. You can’t wallow with company.” He tried sound light-hearted, obviously he failed as your face dropped further.

You caught him off guard, almost instinctively clutching onto his sleeve. “Wait – I…” you trailed off, struggling to work out exactly what you were trying to say. “Can we… can you…”

He sat back down, watching you curiously. If he didn’t know any better he would think there was a look of pleading in your eyes. This was the first time he had had a chance to properly take you in, his heart sank at the redness of your eyes, delicately framed by bleeding mascara and your chapped lips – no doubt from chewing on them in an attempt to fight back any more tears. “Can I what, love?”

“Can you just. Just stay? For a little bit?” You let go of his sleeve and started fidgeting with your nails instead, eyes downcast. “If you want.”

Sanji’s heart shouldn’t swell at the thought of you wanting him, needing him. And he wasn’t so delusional to think you would be asking anything different if it was Luffy, or, God forbid, Zoro that had been the one to walk into the kitchen. But right now, right there, it was him that you wanted – and how could he possibly refuse?

He could pretend it was just because it was the gentlemanly thing to do, and yes, of course he would do the same for Nami but his breath wouldn’t hitch the way it did if she leant in against him. His heart wouldn’t be racing at a thousand miles an hour if Nami was wrapping an arm around his waist, using him to anchor herself and finally allowing herself to be vulnerable. Against all of his wishes, this would always just be for you. He kissed your forehead – he could have that one little indulgence. “Of course I will, darling. Whatever you want.”