#(can't resist the pirate charm)

[ashenwinds]

After hanging out with Belle, then Mulan, then Ariel for a while. . . Eric has just been standing there while I worked on the garden. Eric, do you feel threatened by the pirate? Or are you wanting a turn at the pirate charm?

[holymusicalmothman]

I Can See You - Live Action!Sanji x Reader

Saw a post about wanting a fic with Sanji and this song that @its-a-show-stoppin-number posted and I knew I wasn't gonna get anything done until I wrote this. I've never written anything like this before to be honest. I kinda word vomited in a sense. The story just exited my fingers and here it is.

Warnings: Suggestive, kissing, secret relationship, nothing explicit, only implied, objectification of Taz Skylar's jawline, like. Why’s it so fine. Like. Dear lord.

No use of y/n, or those weird descriptor things, reader is gender neutral. Reader is however you imagine them

Word Count: 1.5K

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It wasn’t something you had seen coming. It wasn’t like you, to be honest.

But he was just so damn charming. How were you supposed to resist?

Sanji hadn’t been part of the crew for long. A few weeks at most. But you had been watching him from the moment the crew walked into the Baratie. 

Tall. Strong. Nicely dressed. Polite. Respectful. Suave. Not to mention good looking. That jawline–in your defense, you HAD tried to ignore the blatant attraction.

Fleeting glances for almost a week, brushing past each other in the ship’s hallways. Fantasies filling your head. One specific dream of exchanging heated kisses in a dark corner had your mind racing whenever you were in the same room as the chef. 

It was impossible to function properly. 

Your job aboard the Going Merry was to document the events that occurred. Luffy thought it would be perfect to write down all of the adventures that would eventually lead to him becoming King of the Pirates.

And writing anything was impossible.

Blond hair and grey blue eyes kept your mind far too distracted.

So you decided to do something about it. 

Especially since you had caught his eyes on you repeatedly throughout dinner. 

So you took your time eating. A phrase which here means wasting your time until Luffy, Usopp, Zoro, and Nami had vacated the kitchen for the evening. Leaving you alone with Sanji.

As he stood to clear the dishes, your hand shot out, grabbing his sleeve and stopping him in his tracks.

You looked up into his eyes, your own wide with adrenaline. 

"Please tell me it's not all in my head." You said softly. "If it is, I promise, it'll be like this never happened."

"And if I say it's not all in your head?" He murmured the words, the tension so thick someone could have cut it with a knife. 

"Then I'd ask if you'd worry what the others thought. I'm not sure if relationships between crewmembers are allowed here. They weren't on my last crew. And I'm not too keen on asking Luffy if I'm entirely honest." You took a deep breath. "But I can't get you out of my head. It's like I'm addicted."

Sanji moved to rest his hands on either side of your chair, effectively caging you in. "So more like a secret mission. Just the two of us." He bit his lip and watched your eyes zero in on the action, a smirk spreading on his face instead.

You nodded, knowing you were in too deep to back out now.

Sanji continued, despite the fact that his eyes flicked down to your lips every few moments. "Everything professional, except when it's just the two of us."

You nodded again, your heart racing and palms sweating as the object of your desire leaned forward a little more, waiting for you to reach across that last gap separating the two of you.

Your eyes fluttered shut as that gap closed. 

As your lips careened into the chef's, he exhaled heavily through his nose, pulling you up to stand and then closer so you were pressed to his chest, your hands flying to tangle in his hair. 

The world around the two of you was a blur as you lost yourselves in each other. Clothes were shoved unceremoniously to the floor as you each tried to pull the other closer. You barely registered Sanji lifting you to sit on the kitchen counter, much less registering when the two of you had even moved from the table to the counter.

"You sure you want me sitting here?" You asked breathlessly, your newfound lover placing kisses down the length of your throat.

His laugh was husky against your throat. "It's a kitchen, darling. All the best meals happen in a kitchen."

That moment was the first of many. You had never regretted sharing a room with Nami more. While there were many kitchen escapades after that first one, the two of you still found a little thrill in having your secret. 

You spent time talking as well. You learned about each other. Likes and dislikes, pasts, dreams of the future. Sanji told you about his childhood with Zeff and his quest for the All Blue. You told him of your dream to be a famous poet one day and of your life on the sea. 

Something changed along those talking sessions. Something you liked. You wouldn’t call it a friends with benefits situation. You both knew it was something else, something deeper. 

Those words were just waiting to be said.

You two would lock eyes at random moments throughout the days and his eyebrow would quirk and you'd look away.

Nights would be spent with each other, sometimes words weren’t even exchanged. 

It was bliss.

One afternoon caught the two of you on the lower decks, encased by shadows. You had originally been working on writing down events in the logbook, but your lover had sought you out. 

Sanji had you caged up against the wall, kissing you with a fervor. As if you were the last meal he'd ever receive. 

He always kissed you like a starving man. 

However, you heard Usopp's voice getting closer to your hiding spot, calling for Sanji, and the two of you quickly separated and righted yourselves. 

He winked at you as you adjusted your skewed shirt. "You'll tell me more about how that dream of yours went later, right, darling?"

You smirked. "You wouldn't believe half the things I see inside my head." 

Sanji grinned, unable to resist capturing your lips in another kiss before slowly pulling away and heading down the hallway.

Nami cornered you later that day. 

"You've been hard to find lately." She stated. 

You shrugged. "I've been hiding away trying to find a quiet place to work on the log." This was the go to excuse. 

And Nami wasn't buying it. "It's been hard to find Sanji too."

Your eyes met her brown ones in questioning silence.

"I knew it." She muttered. "Sanji left his jacket on the floor in the hallway the other night. You do know we're not like other pirates, right? Nobody's gonna care if you two get together. 'Sides, pretty sure the only ones who haven't figured it out are Luffy and Usopp. But that's just a matter of time."

You were flabbergasted. "How in the--"

"You guys aren't very sneaky. Zorro found you two the other day. Plus the jacket."

Of course Zorro would find out first. But knowing that a relationship would be fine was also a relief to hear. 

You had just finished telling Nami about your's and the chef's so-called "secret mission" when Sanji brought lunch around a few minutes later. When he got to you, he handed you your food and your logbook. "You left this in the kitchen." And with a wink he walked away. 

"He's not even subtle about it." Nami stated.

You laughed. Sanji hadn't been subtle from the moment you met him at the Baratie. He had only stopped calling you 'madame' because you told him it made you feel old. 

He had immediately switched to darling, being far too suave and charming for his own good. 

You opened up your logbook. It had gotten easier to get back to your job lately. Apparently the dark hallway meetings and late night rendezvous worked perfectly in helping your focus.

You immediately noticed his note. 

"Meet me tonight"

You snapped the notebook shut, grinning like a schoolgirl,and Nami only rolled her eyes and shook her head. "You two are the weirdest." 

It was late when you began to make your way to the kitchen that night.

He must have been impatient, because you found him waiting down the hallway, still dressed in his suit and necktie. 

You never knew blue could feel like fire, but his eyes were smoldering as they met yours. He had you up against the wall in moments, his lips on your own.

He never did anything halfway, it was all or nothing. That thought crossed your mind as you began to lose yourself in the way he kissed you. In the way it was tender and yet passionate. In the way he caught your lip with his own. In the way he would sort of nudge his jaw forward in little movements. In the way his tongue always seemed to ask permission by gently touching your own lips and leading you into deeper and deeper kisses. 

You could drown in this man. 

The words slipped out in between kisses before you could stop them. 

"I love you."

But he just grinned. A smile so bright, were the sun out it would have felt threatened. Remarkably sweet for the heated exchange that had been occuring only seconds prior.

"I love you, too, darling."

And the heat was back. His hands, which had been holding you gently at your hips, slipped to lift you and press you harder into the wall as the passion returned. 

Only to come to a screeching halt as someone cleared their throat. 

Luffy stood a few feet away, struggling to mask his shock.

"While I'm happy for the two of you, maybe the hallways are not the best for such...activities?" he said.

You both nodded, mildly embarrassed to have been caught. 

As your captain disappeared further down the hallway, a laugh bubbled out of you.

Sanji turned to look at you, bewildered. 

Grabbing his hand, you led him away. "You heard our captain, gotta go somewhere other than a hallway."

Understanding spread across his face in the way of a knowing smirk. "I completely understand, darling."

I can see you, waiting down the hall for me, I can see you, up against the wall with me.

I can see you, throw your jacket on the floor, I can see you, make me want you even more

[eelnoise]

'kiss me forever till my lips part together, hold me so close till you devour my sweater, touch me so softly and caress me so gentle, love city baby, let me be your adventure' and Ace possibly? Prefer smut. but sfw is fine, too!

aww i love him sm, i'm so glad you asked for this combo!! i had a great time writing this, ace is just so cute and i picture him as kinda obsessed w/ u here but its all out of adoration. hope you enjoy! also two fluffy bedroom fics in one day? please forgive ya girl loves a trope! ace x gn!reader (!) c/w: smut, morning sex, loving sex, piv, spooning, creampie, flufffff, ace loves you sm.

“Hold up, firefly,” a raspy, tired voice murmurs out before a, rather warm, grip tightens around your forearm, foiling your attempt at retreat. You’re not upset that he caught you, though you huff in faux annoyance regardless just to tease him. “Who said you could get outta bed yet?”

“Ace, I’m hungry!” you whine, shrugging your shoulders and tilting your head around toward him with big, pleading eyes, your expression crossing into a frown when you see that his eyes aren’t even open as he’s talking to you.

Your attempt at charm fails anyway when you’re pulled back into his chest, one arm lazily draping over your side. “That’s too bad, sweetheart. I’m still tired,” Ace yawns, leaning his head forward and nuzzling his face into your hair like a kitten. “Besides, nothin’ to do today anyway. Jus’ stay with me for a little while.” 

You curl in close at his side, letting your head rest on his bicep and resting your hands on along his torso, letting the heat of his body warm your skin. His eyes are still closed, but there’s a sweet little sleepy half-smile drawn across his lips that you can’t resist. 

“Ace?”

He hums in reply, the arm on your waist trailing up your back as he traces circles into your bare flesh. Ace’s touch is so gentle, even if a little slow and sluggish in his motions. You feel his palm flat against you, his fingertips slightly heated on your tummy in just the way he knows you like. It’s a soothing embrace, and you find yourself exhaling in delightful bliss. 

And how easy it is for you to lull back into his welcoming arms, to feel your eyes grow heavy and your breathing still as the rise and fall of his chest lures you into a sweet respite.

–

You're stirred awake by something wet treading up your neck. It takes a moment for you to comprehend just what's happening, but soon enough you're conscious enough to realize that not only have you rolled over, but Ace's lips are seemingly attached to your neck.

It tickles, and you can't help but to giggle softly. “Aceee!” you coo sweetly, fingers entwining with the ones tight around your waist. Ace replies with a low chuckle, slurping open-mouthed sucks to your flesh and grinding his pelvis into you, his hard cock pressing into the curve of your ass. 

You lean into him, rolling your hips backwards and along his length. The gesture earns you a quiet groan close enough to your ear that it makes you shiver in excitement. 

“G'mornin’,” Ace murmurs, the hand at your waist inching up slowly towards your chest. “Y’know, I think you taste even better this early.”

“You’re so needy,” your playful tone doesn’t go unnoticed by the pirate, and you squeal gingerly when your teasing is returned with a squeeze to your nipple. 

“Only ‘cause you’re so pretty,” he muses, his tongue tracing the shell of your ear, a delicious and oh-so-inviting taunt that’s low in your ear and sets your veins ablaze with want. Ace’s cock twitches against you, and the tension rises to a boiling point when you arch your back in return. “Shit, babe, can we-?” He huffs into your ear, breathing in the scent of your skin as the roll of his hips quickening in pace in tandem with his breath.

“Yeah,” you mewl, rolling your hips and parting your legs enough for him to position himself with ease. “Yeah, I want you, Ace. Please.”

The sound of his name sounds so fucking good when it falls from your lips, the way your tired voice mixes with your desire for him, each breathy whine or sigh that you make for him - its nearly enough to make him cum then and there.

Ace aligns himself to you with one hand, the other still holding you tightly against him, and sinks into you. The finality of his cock stretching you inch by inch at long last makes you squirm, a relieved moan befalling you as you’re filled, the tip pressing delectably onto that spongy spot within you.

“You feel so good, firefly,” Ace whines into your neck, content to enjoy how you feel around him for a moment. It’s a warm feeling, something more than just wanton lust. Something bigger and better and more powerful makes this moment feel even better to him. “Fuck~ I love ya so much.”

Overwhelmed with emotion, you respond with a gentle turn of your head to capture his lips in a passionate, amorous kiss that makes Ace groan into your throat. He slowly slides himself within you, a gentle pace for a gentle moment. A hand finds purchase at your hip, that same warmth still hot on his palm and making you arch into him. 

Your tongues dance sinfully together and Ace finds it easy to lose himself in you once again. His rhythm quickens, the sound of his thighs meeting yours now very clearly audible in your ears. Your cries of elation ring within his ears like a call to song, the heat radiating from his fingertips heating at your hip, white-hot sparks fly through his body, and it’s all too good, too perfect.

With a cry of your name does he finish within you, rutting his hips wildly and painting your walls white with release. Ragged, breathless whines of intoxicated ecstasy tumble into your neck while he rides out his high, hissing sharply in delirium each time your inner walls tighten around him.

Ace holds you close, still sheathed inside of you as the moment dies away. His arms reach around your middle, hands tracing mindless patterns on your chest. You almost think that he’s fallen asleep again, though as you try to ease yourself off of him, the grip around you constricts, keeping you in place.

“Not so fast, bedhead,” he buzzes into you, rubbing his face into your newly messy hair with a grin. “Who says we’re done?”

[lale-txt]

Raffle Prize: [ns.fw] constellations w/ Shanks, Mihawk & afab!reader

a/n: 1st raffle prize for @harudnae ♡ i'm sorry that writing this took me forever but i hope i did your prompt justice, hehe. also i can't believe i finished this on your birthday without knowing it is today, like what are the odds?! HAPPY BIRTHDAY once again! Nae asked for a scenario where reader is a Red Hair pirate head over heels in love with Shanks, paying Mihawk a visit so Shanks can introduce his lovers to each other. What happens from there? Steamy kisses and unhinged lust, and a whole lot more...

contains: ns.fw. under the cut, afab!reader (no pronouns, "cunt" and "pussy" to describe genitalia), established (poly) relationship, fingering, dirty talk, oral (reader giving & receiving), masturbation (+ being watched), cockwarming, vaginal penetration, breath play, threesome, marking (as in lovebites and such, not in a possessive way), some spanking, slight anal play, cream pies (no mention of pregnancy), if i missed anything please lmk!

word count: 5.3k

“Hey, come back to bed…”

Shanks’ morning voice is low and raspy, and if that wasn’t enough to make you weak in the knees, the way he stretches out in bed like a big cat certainly does. The rumpled blanket revealed more of his toned body than it covered up, and even in the dim morning light you could clearly tell that his eyes lingered on you, a gaze so intense you can’t help but obey his words. The mattress dips when you sit down to brush some red strands of hair out of his face; all before Shanks takes your hand and kisses the palm of it, continuing to trail kisses up your arm until you fall over with a giggle and lay down across his broad chest.

“Good morning…”, you mumble in the crook of his neck, then prop yourself up so you can reach his lips, his beard stubbles scratching over your skin. Shanks hums in response and pulls you even closer until you’re straddling him and only a thin sheet of linen is between you. You roll your hips a little and his hand squeezes your thigh, his thumb rubbing the inside of it, cheekily wandering up towards your core. The motion makes you shiver slightly and you rest your palms on the sides of his waist, looking down at him with a smirk. It was a delicious sight underneath you, from the messy hair to the heaving chest, his breaths deep and slow.

You sigh and close your eyes when his thumb brushes over your panties, circling your sensitive bundle of nerves. Even barely awake he has this alluring charm, one that makes it impossible to resist when he teases you like that; leaving you hopeless and weak for his touch, your whole body leaning into it. Shanks pulls your panties aside and lets his fingers run between your folds, smirking from the way you buck your hips against him, desperate for more friction.

“So early in the morning and so wet already… can’t wait for tonight, hm?” – “Mhm… I was picking out what to wear before you lured me back to bed with you. It’s not like–”

Shanks slides two fingers inside of you and curls them up, hitting your sweet spot, and you swallow the rest of your sentence with a moan. He knows your body inside out, knowing exactly how to spark that fire inside of you. Your fingers dig deep in his flesh, desperate for something to hold onto while he glides in and out of you, his thumb still playing with your clit.

“Mmhmm… more, please…”, you mewl and this time it’s Shanks who obeys, adding a third finger and a fourth shortly afterwards, until the slick noises of your arousal fill the cabin. Your juices run down his wrist and it doesn’t take long until you feel that knot in your core tightening, edging on your high under the loving gaze of your captain. His lips are curled into a roguish smile as your walls twitch around his fingers. 

“Cum for me, beautiful…” 

You let out one desperate sob as your orgasm crushes over you, leaving you shaking and whimpering as you cum on top of him. Needy mewls leave Shanks unimpressed when he pulls out his fingers, making you clench around nothing, yet he is quick to wrap an arm around you when you slump down, exhausted from the unexpected morning exercise. With your cunt still throbbing you let him lay you down on the mattress next to him, your back pressed against his torso in a spooning position. You love feeling him this close, your bodies curving into each other effortlessly as if they were sculptured for each other.

Your heart is still hammering in your chest, only slowing down once Shanks kisses the side of your neck and whispers sweet nothings in your ear. His throbbing cock rubs deliciously against your cunt but the more you whine and beg him to fill you up, the tighter he wraps his arm around you, holding you in place with no room to wiggle out of his grip.

“Shh… stop squirming, love. I’ll fill you up to the brim, just relax, sweet thing…”

His kisses taste like honey, and once your body lets go of all the tension it holds, you melt deeper into his embrace. Shanks smiles against your lips and reaches for his cock, rubbing the tip against your slick folds, making you sigh wistfully. Only when he lines himself up at your entrance and grabs you by your hips to push you down onto him, sinking his teeth playfully in your shoulder, you let out an airy laugh. Nothing felt better than being full of him, feeling him this close, an intimacy only two lovers who know each other inside out can hold. 

Shanks doesn’t move, just holds you in place while your walls clench around his length. He groans against your earshell, arm wrapped tight around you, enjoying the warmth of your cunt, lifting his morning spirit more than anything. Today was a big day and there was no better start to this than having his cock warmed by his lover while all sails were set to meet his other partner, one that chooses solitude over anything but agreed to a meeting when Shanks suggested it.

Once your heart rate slows down, Shanks starts to roll his hips lazily, fucking you deep and slow as he whispers sweet praise in your ear that make you melt. He cums with a soft groan, buried deep inside of you while he still holds you in place, not ready to give up the heat of your twitching core yet. Only when you push his hand further down between your thighs, showing him how you want him to touch you, he smirks and for once does as you wish without any further teasing; enjoying how you mewl and cum once more with your whole body trembling before you relax in his embrace again. He kisses the back of your neck and you can feel him smiling against your skin. 

“A hot bath and breakfast afterwards?” You nod and hold still when he pulls out, his warm load running down the curve of your ass. Just when you were about to get cozy in the sheets again, your body fully relaxed, Shanks gets up and throws you over his shoulder with ease, carrying you to the bathroom under your huffed out protests and laughter, calming down once you sink into the bubble bath with your long-time partner. 

“You’re not nervous about tonight, aren’t you?” Shanks kisses your shoulders in response to your question before he rests his chin on them, his beard stubbles scratching over your skin when he speaks. “Not at all. My lovers, meeting? I’ve been looking forward to this. Mihawk does, too. He’s been getting frustrated with me when I couldn’t tell him what your favorite brand of red wine is. Apparently ‘old and delicious, like you and me’ wasn’t a satisfying answer. I bet he’ll give you a tour through the wine cellar so you can pick out one yourself.” 

He laughs and you join him, resting your head against his broad chest as you sink deeper into the warm water. Shanks always knew how to wipe away your doubts before they could arise, his carefree nature rubbing off on you. You are really excited about tonight, always have been ever since Shanks proposed the idea to you. So far you’ve only known Mihawk from his bounty poster and the stories Shanks told you; you know the two go way back and have always been in each other’s lives. That’s something you always admired, the bond and the trust those two have, a love that will without doubt last a lifetime.

Back then when you joined the crew you wouldn’t have expected to fall for your captain, but it was inevitable from the moment he called out your name for the first time, drawing you to him like a moth to the light. Shanks had so much love to give and you devoured it, offering him your heart that he took so willingly. Tonight will be the first time you meet his other partner, and your heart couldn’t flutter any faster in your chest from the thought of it. Only a few more hours until your curiosity will be satisfied…

“Well, someone is taking the goth theme very seriously…”

Shanks laughs and takes your hand as you make your way towards the big castle. You arrived at Kuraigana Island a few minutes prior and now that you are here, you feel a lot calmer. Sure, the island seemed gloomy at first sight, but then you noticed the flowers blooming everywhere, big dark blossoms that smelled heavenly. It was obvious that someone took care of this island and made it a home. You squeeze Shanks’ hand a little and he does the same in return, reassuring you that everything’s fine. From the way he grins as you walk up the stairs to the front door you can tell that he is overjoyed and you feel happy for him.

Just when you’re about to knock, the massive door creaks open. You hold your breath when a dark silhouette appears in the doorframe, a pair of golden eyes flashing before he takes a step forward into the light. An open white shirt with a ruffled neck, revealing more than it hides, long legs in tight black pants and heavy boots. Dark hair and beard framing his sharp features. And those hands…

Mihawk’s presence makes your whole body tingle. 

You let go of Shanks’ hand so he can greet his lover, but Mihawk’s attention is all yours as he takes you in with those intense eyes. You can’t look away, mesmerized by him, and you hold your breath when he turns towards you, reaching for your hand to place a kiss on the back of it. Your skin is on fire where his lips touched you and you try to remember your own name while he still holds your hand in his, giving you a faint smile.

“Finally we meet.”

His voice. Fuck.

“Thanks for having us. I’ve been looking forward to this…”, you stammer while your whole body feels electrified. Shanks laughs when he notices the excitement in your eyes and how you try to maintain eye contact when all you want is to glance at those glossy lips and the torso that looks like it’s made from marble. He smells great, too, making you feel dizzy. Before you can embarrass yourself, Shanks tilts Mihawk’s head to the side, stealing that long-awaited kiss from his lips and giving you a moment to breathe… if only the sight of the two men in love wouldn’t set your insides on fire.

Following him inside, Mihawk guides you through long dimly lit hallways to the living room (after a small detour to the wine cellar, as predicted). To your surprise the room is warm and welcoming with the sound of wood crackling in the lit fireplace and its heavy carpets and massive wooden furniture. A bouquet of the same flowers you saw on your way here is in a vase on the table, a stack of books next to it – some cheesy romance novels that look as if Mihawk posed for the cover himself. You sink down on the sofa next to Shanks, his hand resting on your thigh, while Mihawk opens a bottle of wine. The two men chat, catching up on things with some little banter in between, Shanks always teasing a little while Mihawk is very unfazed by it, only shutting him up with a kiss once the red head’s tongue gets too cheeky.

You can’t help but stare, captivated by the way they touch each other, small gestures but yet so warm. Shanks’ face is cradled in Mihawk’s hand as his thumb traces his cheek bone, long eyelashes fluttering moments before their lips touch, the stolen glances over to you, smirking, inviting you to scoot closer. Shanks hums softly when he turns his head, his dark eyes seeking your gaze before he kisses you. You can still taste Mihawk on his lips and you demand more, leaning in closer, your heart beating fast. Without having a single sip of wine you feel drunk somehow. 

The sofa dips when Mihawk sits down next to you, his sharp eyes taking you in with curiosity, a smile dancing upon his lips. It was a big couch and yet the three of you sit so close together that everyone’s body is touching the other. Shanks still has his hand on your thigh, Mihawk’s resting on top of it. Shanks’ body is leaning towards you which allows you to rest your back slightly against his chest, while Mihawk sits with his long legs crossed, leaning towards you both, your shoulders touching every time one of you gestures while talking or reaching for the wine. It feels natural, as if you’ve been hanging out together like that since forever. The wine loosens your tongues and your talks get more intimate, with Shanks and Mihawk spilling dirty secrets about each other that make heat rise into your cheeks. You feel very safe and cared for in the presence of both men, both making sure to ask you some questions about yourself and refilling your wine glass whenever it’s almost empty.

“Nature calls.” Shanks kisses your cheek, then leans over to kiss Mihawk’s as well before he gets up and excuses himself, winking at you and grinning wide before he’s out the door, leaving you alone with the swordsman. For a few moments there’s silence, the comfortable kind you can have with someone whose soul touched yours. His hand hasn’t moved, still lingering on your thigh and you wonder if he can feel the heat that’s buzzing through your veins. 

“So putting up with a menace like him daily… how’s that? I invite him over once in a blue moon and even though I love him dearly, he can be a lot.”

Mihawk runs his fingers through his hair, messing it up a little and you wish that was you. He offers you a lopsided smile, that cold exterior of his crumbling a little. You run your fingertips over his bare lower arm, heart beating fast when he squeezes your thigh a little. 

“Well, it helps that he’s really sexy”, you deadpan and break into a grin a heartbeat later. “And he’s skilled with that loose tongue. Really making up for that missing arm.” 

“Oh, I know that…” Mihawk laughs and it’s the most beautiful sound, making every fiber of your body tingle. Knowing your metamour is relaxed and comfortable in your presence feels like a gift, and that hand resting on your thigh has you wishing he’d let it wander up further… 

You scoot a little closer. So does Mihawk. 

It only takes one glance at his mouth and he knows; tilting your head to the side before he leans down to steal a kiss from your lips. Soft, gentle. In no rush. You sigh when he pulls away slightly, enough to seek your gaze through long lashes. Those golden eyes see right through you, they mesmerize you and you wonder how it would feel to have them watch you as you get on your knees and open your mouth so willingly for not one but two men, guided by their hands and the aching desire in your core.

With a hand in Mihawk’s neck you pull him back onto your lips again, moaning softly when his tongue slips between them. Your head is spinning and for a second the thought if you should really be doing this crosses your mind; then you remember the mischievous twinkle in Shanks’ eyes and how he’s been gone for much longer than he needed to, probably sitting in the kitchen and having a bottle of booze by himself while he’s chuckling to himself how things are going just as planned. Mihawk seems to have the exact same thoughts as you because you both start laughing when the realization hits you. 

“That idiot. If I find out later that he ate the whole block of cheese I got from the farmer’s market all by himself, I’m giving him the spanking of his life.” “Doesn’t sound too bad though…” Mihawk raises a curious eyebrow and traces the shape of your lips with his thumb, smirking when you part them for him so willingly. “Show me what else you like.”

You bite his thumb gently until he slides two more fingers inside your mouth and your tongue starts twirling around them, showing him how good you can suck; then you take his hand and guide it further down your throat. He doesn’t choke you yet, but you still shiver in excitement from the feeling of his big hand wrapped around your neck alone, all while his other hand on your thigh starts reaching new heights, now being dangerously close to the damp spot in your pants. 

“Forgive me if I’m moving too fast, it’s just…” Mihawk leans down to kiss you again. “I could get drunk on those lips of yours. Sweeter than wine…”

A heartbeat later and you’re lying flat on your back, Mihawk pinning you down while you have your legs wrapped around his hips, his throbbing erection pressing so deliciously against your core. You don’t hold back your moans anymore, mewling and whining underneath him as he kisses down your neck, leaving a trail of his marks. His breath is hot and heavy on your skin and makes you blank, pure lust taking over. You hear yourself crying out for Shanks but it’s like a faint echo, blood rushing through your veins, tingling with desire. The last button holding Mihawk’s shirt together flies off and white linen falls to the floor with a soft thud, followed by your shirt. His skin on yours feels like a wildfire and you’re melting into his touch, arching your back for him. 

“My, my… you guys started without me. Guess you couldn’t wait any longer…”

A hand reaches for yours and through your hazy vision you make out Shanks’ silhouette, crouching down next to the couch, watching you with a big smirk. You tilt your head to kiss his fingertips before he leans over to steal a kiss from your lips and Mihawk’s after that, a thin thread of drool connecting them as he pulls back.

“Want to show Mihawk how good you are, sweet thing?” Shanks’ mischievous eyes linger on you. You look up to the swordsman and nod; his gaze softening before he trails kisses down your neck again, mumbling his gratitude against your skin. While you untangle each other Shanks gets on the couch with you, sitting down with his legs spread so you can sit between them, your back leaning against his chest. He kisses the top of your head and your shoulders softly while Mihawk helps you out of your pants. You can feel Shanks cock pressing against your lower back and bite your lip when Mihawk leans back at the opposite end of the sofa, the throbbing bulge in his pants on full display.

“Touch yourself.” 

You do as Mihawk says. Rubbing over the drenched fabric in slow circles, trembling from the two pairs of eyes lingering on you. Shanks is breathing heavily against your ear shell, his arm wrapped tight around you. You have your legs hooked over his, spread wide open for Mihawk whose eyes don’t move away from you, taking in all of your movements. You slide your hand in your panties and dip into your wetness, fingering yourself, wishing it was one of their cocks filling you up. You wonder if you could take them both and feel your core twitching from the thought of it. 

"That's good. Let's see the rest, hm?" Shanks’ voice is low and raspy and you obey, dropping down your panties and revealing the dripping mess you made of yourself. Only when you want to settle back in your position, Shanks pulls down his pants just enough to free his throbbing cock, precum leaking from the tip. He sinks you down onto him in one go and you gasp from the sensation of it, your walls clenching around him. He doesn’t move, only holds you firmly in place as you tremble in his embrace. Someone can’t get enough of cockwarming. 

Now Mihawk is the one to move, getting up from his end of the couch to settle down between your spread legs, his face only a few inches away from your cunt that’s currently stuffed to the fullest. Your quiet whimpers don’t go by unnoticed.

“Look how good you take him. You want to cum so desperately, don’t you, darling?” 

You nod, tears twinkling in the corner of your eyes as you look down at Mihawk, trying to buck your hips but being held back by Shanks’ grasp around you. He chuckles softly and still doesn’t move, just enjoying the feeling of your insides fluttering around his cock. Mihawk’s hands rest on the insides of your thighs, fingers digging deep into your flesh before he finally goes down on you.

Restrained by the ridiculous strength of both men there’s not much you can do except moaning your heart out while you cream around Shank’s cock as Mihawk caresses your puffy clit with his tongue. Fuck, he’s good. He is gentle, observing the way you squirm to see what movement of his tongue you enjoy the most. Your eyes go crisscrossed from the intensity of it, and it doesn’t take long until you beg them both to cum, pleading eyes seeking theirs while they exchange a look, no words needed between them. 

“Then cum for us, sweet thing…”

The low voice, dripping like honey, is enough to push you over the edge; that knot inside of you finally snapping as waves of pleasure crash over you, making your whole body shiver. You cry and laugh at the same time, emotions bubbling up and fading again in the rhythm of your heart beating, feeling grateful for this experience in the safety of their presence. Shanks pulls out slowly and whispers sweet praise in your ear, kissing away the tears in the corner of your eyes. You mewl as your cunt clenches around nothing and just when you want to reach for Mihawk’s face, wanting to pull him up to your lips, you notice that his mouth is already busy again, taking Shanks down his throat. 

You watch him through your spread legs while Shanks still holds you in place, your juices running down the insides of your thighs. Mihawk licks them up greedily before he swallows his partner’s cock again. Shanks groans, his whole chest vibrating as he hugs you tighter, almost as if he needs something to hold onto while Mihawk wrecks his whole body with pleasure. You can tell that he’s close to cumming from the way his breath stumbles, stuttering out both of your names; meanwhile your fingers are tangled in Mihawk’s hair, gently guiding him up and down on your lover’s cock, watching as his lips wrap around it, golden glimpses peeking up to in between. 

“Gonna cum… gonna… hng…”

Not a single drop of Shanks’ thick load is wasted as Mihawk makes sure to swallow all of it, licking up every bit before he comes up to your face, leaning in for a kiss to give you a good taste of it.

“I wanna taste you, too…”, you sigh and cradle his face, fingers tracing the sharp beard of his as you lick your captain’s cum off his lips. Shanks is breathing heavily as he comes down from his high, his hand still resting on your lower stomach, brushing that soft bush of yours. Just when you want to shift in your position, a pair of fingers run up and down your folds, coating them in your juices, making you tremble. You seek Mihawk’s gaze, drowning in lust as you arch your back, seeking more friction before two of his fingers glide inside of you, fucking you slowly. 

“Oh, fuck…” Still sensitive from your first orgasm, you know you wouldn’t last long from the way he curls up his fingers, rubbing that one sweet spot inside that has you seeing stars. You mewl and cry, your head resting against Shanks’ chest who chuckles softly, ecstatic seeing his lovers getting along so well. Mihawk adds a third finger and ghosts his thumb around your clit, not touching it directly but enough to have you begging for his cock, knowing fingers alone won’t leave you satisfied. 

“Think you can take me, love? Look at you, your pretty little cunt sucking me in like that… Want me to fuck you so badly, hm? Don’t worry, I’ll fill you up…” Mihawk’s intense eyes pierce right through you and have that knot in your core tightening again, your walls fluttering around his fingers. You can barely form any words, just nod weakly as you’re folded between the two men. “Shit, Hawkeyes, you make me wanna get on my knees, too”, Shanks coos, then kisses the side of your neck before he whispers into your ear. “We can stop anytime if it gets too much, okay?” You nod again and whine when Mihawk pulls out his fingers, only to unzip his leather pants to finally free his throbbing cock. Your eyes follow the happy trail leading towards dark trimmed hair, framing his length so perfectly. How he could hold himself back the whole time while he made both you and Shanks cum with such ease… you shiver in excitement. 

You kiss, greedy mouths demanding your attention, lips trailing all over your skin, making you part your legs so willingly. It is hard to tell which hand belongs to who anymore, whose kisses leave small marks all over your body and whose fingers slip into all of your holes; just a big kaleidoscope of lust and pleasure as you radiate around each other.

Mihawk pushes Shanks down on his back and then flips you around with ease, his strong hands manhandling you as if you weigh nothing. You find yourself on top of Shanks, propping yourself up with your hands on his chest while you arch your back for Mihawk who is kissing down your spine, one hand between your thighs.

“Mhm… so wet for us, such a sweet mess…”

Shanks pulls you down to his lips, muffling your sweet moans when you feel Mihawk’s tip between your folds, coating himself in your juices. Your view is hazy but you can still see the desire in Shanks’ eyes, his whole chest vibrating from the excitement of you about to get fucked on top of him by his partner. You grin and reach for his hand in the back of your neck, guiding him where you want to feel him. His fingers tighten around your throat, not enough yet to deprive you from air but enough to make the knot in your core tighten, your pussy fluttering around nothing. 

Until Mihawk’s sinks into you slowly, stretching you out so deliciously.

He is big and for a second you think he won’t fit, but he takes his time, helping you get used to his girth by teasing your puffy clit gently and placing kisses on your shoulders, mumbling how well you take him. And then he’s all the way inside of you, making you feel so full of him. You’re melting under his touch, whimpering out the names of both men when Mihawk starts thrusting into you, his fingers digging in the flesh of your hips where they’ll leave red marks the next morning, blemishes of pure lust. 

Shanks kisses you with his hand still around your throat, mumbling out praise for how good you are for both of them; his raspy voice sending warm shivers down your spine, puddling between your thighs. Mihawk makes you feel you so good, hitting your sweet spots with every deep thrust of his, making your eyes roll in the back of your head every time he’s all the way inside of you. You feel yourself rocking towards your own high once more; deprived of air and fucked silly you can feel the waves crawling up your spine. 

“You’re doing so well, you feel incredible”, Mihawk sighs and gives your ass a small spank, only to soothe the pain with his big palm immediately afterwards and you mewl, begging for more every time you gasp for breath.

“More, more… please…” You cry and laugh at the same time when the hand hits your ass again, your cunt fluttering around Mihawk’s cock as you feel your orgasm approaching rapidly. “Please, I’ll be good… I want you both inside, please… just–”

You moan and whimper when a thumb brushes your puckered hole, drawing circles around it. Just the promise of it is enough to have you trembling, knowing this night will be one for all three of you to remember. Mihawk leans down to you, whispering close in your ear as he’s filling you up to the brim, his thumb just about to pass that first ring of muscles. 

“Let us hear those pretty little moans, will you? We’ll fill you up soon, darling… so good for us…”

Wrecked with pleasure, the low voice is enough to push you over the edge. Waves crash upon you as you come undone, your mind blanking as all you can see are stars, dancing in front of your eyes when Shanks pulls you into a deep kiss and Mihawk thrusts a few more times in a broken rhythm before he also cums deep inside. His hot white load mixes so delicately with your juices as his hips just won’t stop moving, all riled up by the way you still cum around his cock, only coming down slowly from your high. You gasp for air when Shanks finally lets go of your throat, his hand cradling your face now as he mumbles sweet praise against your lips. You let out an airy laugh and slump down on his chest, dizzy from your orgasm in a way you've never experienced it before.

Mihawk pulls out slowly, admiring the mess he made of you before he lays down besides Shanks and you, kissing both of you gently. The hearts of the three of you beat in unison, no words needed to describe the immense fondness you all held for each other; new bonds tightening and old ones blooming, held together by love and warm arms embracing each other. You have a feeling this won’t be your last visit on Kuraigana Island…

Shanks rolls over to his side, holding you firmly in place with an arm around your waist as he drapes you in the middle of the two men, Mihawk nestling against you from behind. The heat coming from both their bodies is incredible, skin on skin sticking to each other through thin sheens of sweat. You smile softly and let them kiss you everywhere, melting into their touch with your cunt still dripping, curious hands wandering all over your body. Not long and you can feel the excitement rising between the three of you again, your breath getting hot and heavy again. Shanks slips a hand between your thighs, stuffing the leaking cum of his lover back inside of you while Mihawk holds your leg up with a firm grip, exposing the hot mess of yours. 

“What do you think, Hawkeyes? Wanna hear how loud this little one can get, hm?”

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Parties, the peak of the university experience. The cramped spaces reeking of alcohol and drugs. The bodies grinding against each other. The music so loud it's deafening. So much so that you have to scream over it until your throat is sore. Satoru Gojo can proudly say it's his thing. His place. He can't resist a good party. Like the one he's currently in.

The start of classes after summer vacation means parties to welcome new students lucky enough to wander into the University of Tokyo. New students like yourself. Gojo has to admit he´s especially thrilled to attend this party. Because it's his first party as a second year he tells himself. Not because you - the pretty foreign student - are going to be there, definitely not because of that. 

“Satoru!” He snaps out of his thoughts. Suguru, his closest friend, calls him over. “Hey man” He smirks, dabbing him up. “Come join us” Suguru leads him to a corner where his friends are standing with the best view of the dancefloor. Perfect. Just the spot for him to pick his fun for the night.

He slings his arm around Sugurus' shoulder. “You see anyone yet?” Suguru chuckles, jutting his chin in someone's direction, your direction. “Pretty girl has everyone at this party hooked. Can't blame them, she´s got moves” True to his word, you are giving it your all. The sway of your body in sync with the rhythm of the music can only be described as sinfully sensual. You´re feeling yourself, and everyone can tell, warranting many wanting gazes. There´s nothing more attractive than confidence, and you´re brimming with it.

Out of his own will, Gojo´s mouth goes dry. Whatever drink is in his cup feels like a thousand needles when he pours it down his throat. The swing of your hips is downright criminal. He's never seen someone move the way you do. With such grace and allure, you put sirens to shame. He's no better than a pirate, willing to dive into your waters with the drop of a hat.

But he's not the only one. The blinding lights are shining down on you and everyone else is nothing but mere spectators waiting for the opportunity to get a taste, to be close to you. Idiots. He thinks. Unlike every fool in this cramped room, Satoru Gojo does not wait for an opportunity to present itself. If he wants something, he takes it. He doesn't ask, he demands. And right now, he wants you. Seems like he found his fun faster than expected.

He smirks. You´re going to be so easy. He´ll flatter you, and make you feel like you´re on top of the world. Only, after he has some fun with you, he´ll leave. It´s a vicious cycle that earned him his name as the universities biggest playboy. He doesn't regret it.

His sly grin widens when you step out off the dance floor and head to the backyard. Well, this keeps getting easier and easier. “Hold this for me” He mutters, handing Suguru his cup without looking away from your retreating figure. 

The air is fresh when he steps into the backyard, the chilly breeze snipping at his overheated skin. The porch is empty, aside from you, and now him. Easy. The wooden floor creaks under his polished trainers. You snap your head in the direction of the sound, startled by the eerie noise. You´re not sure if you should be relieved when you recognize the sudden presence of Satoru Gojo. The hungry look in his gaze is unmistakable. You´ve seen it enough times to recognize it. It does nothing to soothe the unsettling feeling swirling at the pit of your stomach. Or is it the alcohol? You´re not too sure anymore. 

“Having a good time?” He steps closer, close enough that you can catch whiffs of his cologne when the breeze sweeps by. “I am” His eyes flick up and down, unashamedly checking you out. He flashes his famous charming smile “I could tell. You had everyone eating out of the palm of your hand” The smirk on your lips is mischievous, it's knowing. “It's safe to say I got your attention too didn´t I?” You know the effect you have. He has to admit, your boldness impresses him. A chuckle slips past his lips “Guilty as charged. It's hard not to when you're dancing like that” Ah. It's obvious where he was leading things. You'd be damned if you let him get to you that easily. He's an idiot if he thinks so otherwise. 

“You´re quite conceited if you seriously believe I´m here to entertain you” Out of his own will, his eyes widen for a split second. No one ever stood up against him. No one ever dared to. His icy blue eyes narrowed as fast as they widened, almost making it seem like his surprise was a hallucination. The smile on his lips is sickeningly sweet, a bad combination with the cold glare. That´s no good. “Oh, come on. You can drop the act. I know you´re eating this up”

You bark out a laughter of disbelief and mild amusement. Just how conceited is this guy? “Don´t get ahead of yourself. You´re not the first to try your luck” You really are a match for him. He´s not sure if he likes that. “I'm sure I'm not. But I can guarantee you, sweetheart, I´m the best you´ll ever see” The temptation to roll your eyes was nearly painful. But somehow you manage to control it.

“Don't put yourself on such a high pedestal” Huffing in surprise, his upper lip curls into a scowl “Aren't you a treat?” Got him. “I´m sorry if I ruined your plans, but you´re a fool if you think I'm falling for your trap so easily” The sweetness in your voice is fake, he knows it. The grin taunting him, waving his fail in his face. When was the last time a girl rejected him?

He doesn't like it. Doesn´t like you, but damn if you aren't a temptation. He watches you head back inside, the image of your hips swaying as you walk away replaying in his mind. “Fuck” This was not going to be so easy. Though he´s not determined for nothing, he never gives up, especially when he wants something. Satoru Gojo does not back down from a challenge. And you're the biggest challenge he may face.

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First of all Congratulations on 100 followers!!It's been an absolute pleasure reading your stuff! I love the way you write law, so I'd like to request for the prompt "Step away from the tree and put the present down" It sounds so hilarious, I can't wait to see what you come up with!! xx

OMG that’s so sweet! Thank you!! I’ve been having a great time doing this actually. I’m so glad I do a decent enough job of writing Law ‘cause I’m obsessed with him. This is gonna be fun!! I kind of ran away with this one soo....I hope you enjoy <3 :)!!

“You’re a mean one, Trafalgar Law.” You struggle to keep a straight face while singing and twirl just out of your captain’s reach. “You reeeaaally aaare a heeeeel,” you sing, all the while watching Law’s face grow increasingly stern. “You’re as cuddly as a cactus, you’re as charming as an eel, Trafalgar La-aw.” 

You twirl around the kitchen until you’re back to the counter where you left your bowl of cookie batter.  The kitchen smells sickly sweet already, a tray of sugar cookies and gingerbread cookies cool on a rack. You suspect your captain has come to inquire why the Polar Tang’s kitchen has become a bakery. 

“Sing that again and I’ll consider it mutiny, y/n-ya,” Law says cooly. 

By no means do you think he’s joking, all the annoyance in his eyes and tension in his shoulders are real, but his threat rings hollow. Maybe because the only thing you’ve done is poke fun at him, you both know you’d never truly betray him. The fact that you were allowed to tease him at all was the real sign of how strong your bond was. 

“Stop being such a grinch and I won’t,” you say. You begin pressing a person shaped mold into a sheet of gingerbread cookie dough.

You hear Law grumble something under his breath, but you don’t ask. The captain is welcome to grumble to himself as much as he likes, but it won’t stop you from bringing a little holiday cheer to the Heart Pirates. After all they’ve been through they need it, especially Law. 

There’s a beat of silence before Law speaks. “Why are you doing this?” He asks. “There are much more important things to b–” 

“Cookie?” You say. “I made one shaped like a polar bear just for you.” You turn around with a sugar cookie shaped like a bear’s face covered lightly with white icing for the fur and black for eyes, nose and mouth. 

Law pauses to look at it, looks at you, and then to your surprise, begrudgingly takes it in his hand but doesn’t bite into it. “There are more important things to do than bake cookies,” he says. 

You don’t dare comment on the fact that he just took one. You know well enough he’d hand it back to you if you did.“You're trying to come up with something else for me to do, aren't you?” 

“There's always cleaning to do,” Law says. His eyes sweep around the kitchen littered with pans, bowls of icing, food coloring, wax paper, and cookie dough, “and you've made a mess. The cook will need it soon for dinner.” 

“I know,” you say lightly. “We’re having a holiday dinner, remember? Decorate cookies, drink a little, dance? Bepo told you we’re opening presents before breakfast tomorrow.” 

Law steadfastly ignored any invitation to join the fun. As the captain he was aware of all of your plans. He couldn’t help noticing the way the air in the Polar Tang was humming with excitement. The crew seems happier too, he wouldn’t yet say it, but Law knew you were good for their morale.  

“I’ll be in my office,” Law says. 

You knew it was coming but your shoulder’s still slumped a small fraction. Of course Law would stay in his office while everyone else was having fun. At first you thought your captain’s definition of fun was different from the crew’s but the longer you’ve stayed aboard the more you’re unsure. Every attempt you made to bring him out of his shell was met with resistance at best and outright rejection at worst. 

“You won’t stay for a little?” You ask, no longer trying to hide your disappointment. “I was kind of hoping you would.” 

Something passes across Law’s face, and then it’s gone and replaced with the cool, well-placed wall. Whatever it was, Law had decided to keep it from you. “No, I don’t have time for games, y/n-ya.” 

“Will you be there tomorrow? We all put presents under the tree,” you say. “It’ll be short, we’re just going to open them in the morning after breakfast and then get back to work.” Not to mention you knew your present from him was sitting under the tree, earnestly wrapped with a bow. 

“I doubt it,” he says. 

Just once you wanted him to stick around the ones who love him, yourself included. You’ve always tried to keep your feelings hidden, buried deep under a warm concern for Law’s well-being and an admiration of his skills. 

“I knew you’d say that, Grinch.” You have trouble keeping the bitterness out of your voice. 

You watch Law’s eye twitch. “Am I supposed to know what a Grinch is or are you making up words now?” Law sighs. 

Law’s not known to joke with you like this. The humor you two share consists of knowing looks, whispered barbs, and playful teasing,  but you still stare at him for a moment expecting some kind of punchline.

 “The Grinch?” You repeat.“You know the children’s story about a green monster guy that hated the holidays because he thought they were too loud and annoying so he tried to rob the neighboring town of all its trees, presents, and decorations? They didn’t have that story in the North Blue?” 

“No, I guess not,” Law says. “I’ve never heard that story before.” 

“Well,” you pull a sheet of cookies from the oven and replace them with another batch. “Does it not sound like a certain someone?” You ask playfully. 

He scoffs, “he’s not wrong. The holidays are loud and annoying. They’re a distraction.” Law finally bites into his cookie and pauses to stare at it for a moment, a flash of enjoyment shines in his eyes. He quickly covers it, lowering his head to hide his eyes below the brim of his hat. “Remind the others to keep it down tonight,” he says, then turns and leaves.  

You set aside some of the cookies cooling on the rack to decorate for him later. You chuckle to yourself a little; there were crumbs on your captain’s face. 

You couldn’t lie to yourself anymore. The party is fun, the crew has split themselves into three factions: the ones stuffing their face with cookies, honeyed meats, and thick spiced drinks,  the ones dancing to holiday music, and the ones still sitting around the table raucous with laughter as they play games. The only thing missing…the only person missing is Law. 

At some point he made an appearance to grab a plate of food (much later than he should have, you noted) and then disappeared back to his office. Thoughts of your captain kept lingering, until you couldn’t ignore them anymore.

Which is how you ended up standing outside of his office, with your hand hovering before his door—too hesitant to knock. Why shouldn’t he stop for just one night? Part of you knows it’s your own selfish desire to see him that brings you here, but you know you’re right. After all he’s been through, you want to see him happy. 

There’s a pause after you knock before he lets you in. Law’s seated at his desk, his gray eyes focused on a book in front of him. They slide up to look at you as you enter. 

“Hi,” you say. To give yourself an excuse you take the empty plate sitting on his desk. “Things aren’t too loud are they?”  

“No, thank you,” he says. 

His eyes don’t leave you as you had expected them to. He’s not so absorbed by his work that he looks away immediately. You don’t go into Law’s office often, but you’re one of the few crew members that can without an emergency. The small room is an eclectic collection of all the things Law keeps in his head. Shelves of books, maps, and scrolls line the walls along with a desk, safe, and a couch which you’ve occasionally found him sleeping on. You also pretend you don’t know about the collection of Sora comics hidden behind said couch.   

Law observes you, his hands folded in front of his face keep you from truly reading his expression. The air feels charged as neither of you can look away from each other. Are the tips of his ears red? You wonder.

“What?” You finally ask. 

“Nothing,” Law says. He coughs slightly and looks away from you, “actually, I…” You watch Law think the better of whatever he was going to say. It’s not just his ears that are slightly red, his cheeks dust pink as well. Suddenly your heart is hammering in your chest, butterflies make themselves known fluttering around in your abdomen and below. You’re on the edge of something, you just don’t know what yet. “Thank you for checking on me,” he says. “I’m fine. That’s all.” 

“Oh…okay.” For the second time, disappointment folds over your enthusiasm. “Don’t forget to give your eyes a break, Law,” you say. “Maybe come out and join us for a little bit? The holidays are all about being with the ones you love.” 

Law’s grimace doesn’t quite reach his eyes, “good night, y/n.” 

You’re pleased to know Law isn’t working himself to death in his office, perhaps he was taking a night off in his own way. Regardless, enough of your worry vanished to allow you to enjoy more of the party. You dance and drink late into the night, and even find that a holiday story is being broadcasted on a transponder snail. The crew, equally as exhausted and drowsy, pile together almost like kids sitting around a fire to hear a story. You flop down onto the couch beside them and drift off to sleep. The last thing you remember is the warm glow of the tree lights and the scent of pine.

You wake up to the sound of rustling pine and ornaments knocking against each other. Immediately you’re on high alert, heart bounding. All the sleep that would normally fog your brain and muscles evaporated. Someone was here, in the low light you could see a tall, thin figure crouched under the tree. At first you start to alert the crew, but as your eyes adjust you realize you know that frame, the shape and bend of that body. 

“Step away from the tree and put the present down,” you say, using the most authoritative voice you have. 

Having been caught red handed, Law stops what he’s doing and allows you to flick the common room’s light on. The clock on the wall reads some time just before four in the morning. Of course it could only be your captain. 

Law straightens from underneath the tree. He scowls down at you, holding a present in his tattooed hand. He quickly hid it behind his back. 

Tension slowly leaves your body and is replaced with annoyance and confusion. So many questions swirl in your head, but only one makes it out of your mouth: “I thought you said you’d never heard of the Grinch?” 

Law nearly chokes. “What?” 

“Sneaking in at night,” you say. “Stealing presents. That’s kind of what the Grinch does.” 

“I’m not stealing it,” Law says between clenched teeth. His eyes are hidden under the brim of his hat. Is he…is he embarrassed? “I’m placing it for tomorrow,” he mumbles. 

You look between Law’s blushing face and the tree.“Oh…” you mutter quietly. “I—well, that makes more sense, but…I thought you said you weren’t going to join us tomorrow?” You rub the back of your neck and look away from him. 

“I wasn’t,” he says. “But I—” You’re surprised when he brings forward his hand holding the gift. Law’s blush deepens and his determination to avoid looking at you grows. To spare you both, you stare at the gift neatly wrapped in his hand. It’s no bigger than his palm, a matte gray box tied with a golden bow. “It’s yours. I wanted to say thank you for…for your kindness.” 

You take the gift gingerly in your hands. “You were concerned about finding your place. I doubted you at first,” Law says as you unravel the bow around the box and lift the lid. “But I think your place is here.” 

Inside, a gleaming gold locket sits delicately on a white cushion. A gasp escapes you.

When did he do this? Why did he do this? Your heart beats wildly in your chest as your thoughts race. “I can't believe you….” The metal is cold and smooth against your fingers. It shines just enough to look thoughtful, but discrete enough that few would think of thieving it. That would be Law, you think to yourself, always practical. Still, the gesture touches you beyond words.

“Open it,” he says quietly.

The pendant opens with a small click and inside is a folded piece of white paper. 

A vivere card.  

You don't think you quite understand until the paper flutters away from you slightly. It moves in Law’s direction centimeter by centimeter.

You move the vivere card back into place and shut the locket. For Law to trust you with something so special and dangerous as his location stuns you. No matter what you’ll be able to find your way back to him. “I trust you, y’n... I trust you with the people most important to me and I want you to always be able to find me.”

“Thank you Law,” you say once you find your voice. “I…I can’t believe you did this for me.”

Law’s hand is warm and firm against yours, the feeling of him finally touching you melts every bone in your body. Your heart hammers in your chest. Your eyes slip from the softness reflected in Law’s gray eyes to his lips. “I’m attached to you in a way I’m not with most.” 

That’s all he needs to say for you to pull him close enough to kiss. A surprised sound escapes his mouth before he begins to react. His hand leaves yours to slide around your waist and pull you closer to deepen the kiss. 

You pull away when you're both breathless. A giddy smile pulls so wide your cheeks begin to hurt. Law pulls the necklace from the box and places it around your neck, still blushing as if this was more intimate than locking lips moments ago. 

“Do you know how the Grinch ends?”

Law rolls his eyes but, clearly, decides to humor you. “How does it end?” 

“He learns to love and his heart grows three sizes,” you say. 

[monimccoythings]

Under your Spell

This is during Arlong's time in the Sun Pirates, just a small oneshot. Warning: brief mention of nudity and slight sexual themes.

He hates you, that he knows it well.

You are a human, a vermin. An inferior species that has the guts to enslave his superior kind when it should be the other way around. You were raised to treat Fishmen with disdain and hate.

Yet you marvel at everything fishmen do, impressed with their strength, their underwater breathing skills and their durability.

It's all an act, he tells himself. You are trying to make them lower their guards by appealing to their egos. Well, it's not working on him. Because he's got you figured out.

It's not like he cares, because he doesn't care at all what a disgusting human like you think, but if you were going to admire fishman's superiority, he could be a prime example of that. Maybe you were too stupid to really notice.

He would watch you praise others and get this ugly bitter feeling inside his chest. He could easily crush you with one hand without breaking a sweat, out of all the crew, he was one of the strongest. And he was twice the fishman than any of them.

He didn't need your attention, he reminded himself. You are nothing but a tiny worm in a sea full of predators. Your smile may be bright like the sun but all he got was burns. He refused to stare at it for too long.

He can't wait for you to get out of this ship, and live your horrible human life, marry another horrible human and have horrible human spawn together. Yet he wanted to murder that human worker at the docks that was speaking to you too closely. But only because he smelled terrible and his dirty human smell would have lingered on you.

He had grown used to your scent, he didn't want anything tainting it or else he would have to get used to it all over again.

He wondered how you had singlehandedly managed to get nearly the entire fishmen crew wrapped around your finger. Couldn't they see that you were manipulating them? Surely you were a witch and had them trapped in one of your vile human enchantments.

He was stronger than that, he wouldn't fall for your charms like the others, he and his mates had built up resistance.

No resistance could have prepared him for what he saw that night.

It was very late, no one was supposed to be awake at that hour, just those keeping guard. And unfortunately, he was one of them.

He saw you moving quick and stealthily, like a shadow. He didn't trust it at all, so he decided to follow. Finally you were showing your true colors, you were going to betray them like the dirty coward you actually were. You just hadn't considered him being in your plans.

For a second, he thought he had lost you, then he caught a whiff of your scent coming from the baths. That was it, there was no escape from him there, no other place where you could run off to.

He quietly entered the room, ready to put an end to this charade once and for all. He just wasn't ready for what he found inside.

You. All of you.

There was literally nothing of you that he couldn't see.

He wondered how humans had managed to overpower fishmen for that long when their bodies looked so soft and squishy.

He felt blood rush into his head and other certain parts of his body. He clenched his teeth. What an embarrasment he was, getting aroused by a human being. Yet he couldn't stop looking at your naked body. How softly you hummed while you filled the giant tub with water, how delightfully perky the curve of your ass was when you leaned in to turn off the water. His pants tightened. Who the fuck took baths at 3 AM??? Why couldn't you do it in the middle of the day where everyone knew where you were and he didn't have to follow you around like a creep??

You moaned with pleasure when the warm water made contact with you skin. His hold on the kiribachi tightened to the point of nearly breaking it and his hips subconsciously buckled. He needed to get out of there. NOW.

His heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest. As he tumbled through the hallways of the ship, your soft moans echoed in his mind like a broken record. It was taunting him. The image of you naked in that bath haunted him everywhere he looked. He couldn't erase it from his memory.

His breath came out in short pants. He cursed you, he cursed himself, he cursed this whole damned ship that had rescued you from slavery.

He felt like he was going crazy, like he had been infected with some illness. You had barged into his mind and were slowly consuming him from the inside. There was no escaping you, you had planted your seed inside him and now it was blooming.

There was nothing he could do now. He too had fallen under your spell.

[supermarine-silvally]

How about... random facts about ace and yara ♥

aksjdasdkjs Portada my beloveds <3 thank youuuu honestly I could talk about them endlessly

Yara will never, EVER admit this, but she found Ace attractive from the beginning. In an objective sense, or so she would insist. She did legitimately find him irritating as well, but he's a good-looking guy-- she can't really deny that the thought crossed her mind when she first saw his picture in the newspaper Whitebeard showed her about the young upstart pirate who turned down the Seven Warlords.

The Spade Pirates took bets all throughout the development of Ace and Yara's relationship. When they would officially get together, when they would share their first kiss, when they would have their first time together, when Ace would propose, when their first kid would be born... (Ace definitely knows about their little betting pool, Yara does not)

Sometimes Ace does stuff wrong on purpose so Yara will correct him. He gets attention and she gets to feel smart, so it's a win-win.

Yara uses Ace as her personal space heater when she gets cold. She doesn't tell him that's what she's doing, but he definitely notices she becomes uncharacteristically clingy whenever they're travelling through a winter island area. Ace doesn't mind. He gets even more cuddles, so he's actually thrilled XD

I saw a post once about how Ace tends to get along really well with other characters who have daddy issues, even if neither of them are aware of that fact. And when it comes to Yara... let's just say the daddy issues vibes she gave off were so powerful that he instantly developed the strongest case of sexual/romantic attraction he had ever felt LMAO

Seriously I don't know how Yara fought off developing a crush on him for so long LOL this girl has a will of steel (but even she couldn't resist his charm in the end). She knew what he was doing to her and she hated it.

Ace refers to the day that Yara told him she loved him (which led to them sharing their first kiss) as "the best day of [his] life".

Both of them had kissed people prior to each other, but neither had been in love before. Neither of them had ever expected to fall in love, either-- or, perhaps more accurately, that anyone could ever fall in love with them.

Sometimes their method of resolving disputes (e.g. what to have for dinner) is for both of them to call Kotatsu over and whoever Kotatsu chooses wins the dispute. Kotatsu hates being put in this predicament, though, and sometimes he runs away rather than having to choose between them.

Ace carries a copy of Yara's bounty poster around with him, like he does with Luffy's. His brother and his lover are two topics he can-- and will-- talk endlessly about.

[cocoagenie]

Like my primo | Luffy x Black Fem [OPLA]

(mini drabble) ᥫ᭡

Luffy is a prankster, a little bit 18+ but its in a joking way, you'll see!

"Psst, bruises." You cracked an eye open and looked back at Luffy, his saucer wide eyes stared back at you in intrest as you hummed for him to explain why he woke you up.

You both were sharing a hammock since there weren't many rooms to have by yourself and nothing seemed to bother you in your shared rest other than the fact that luffy snored, kicked, and sleep talked. But you could bare it.

"I can't sleep"

"And how does that concern me?" Your low brown eyes stared into his as he nibbled on his lips. His gaze traveling to your own soft pair momentarily.

"Well, you're the reason?" He faintly smiled as you shifted to turn around, your bottom brushing something firm. Despite his slender frame, luffy's hands gripped your hips to stay still.

"Luffy.." he shut his eyes in embarrassment and sighed, feeling your eyes burn on his lids.

"Are you.... "

"I couldn't help it!" He complained in a whisper, his accent coming through in a panic. You just closed your mouth and looked elsewhere.

After a long silence your body carefully turned around, trying avoid his pelvis as swiftly as possible.

"Do what you gotta do." His eyebrows furrowed as he looked over your face in confusion.

"And that is...?" Your eyes widened until Luffy chuckled, "Kidding, but you want me to like– infront you?"

"Well, no?" You got off the hammock and glanced at the pointing edge in luffy's shorts instinctively, he caught you and the accusing stare of his was torture enough. A smirk formed on the edge of his lips.

You twirled around and ignored the brimming curiousty of what lied behind his clothes, the mental image of him manspread over the hammock lingering in your mind.

"Go on." You smacked the air behind you.

"Wanna help?" You swallowed heavily.

"W-what?"

"I mean.. do you wanna see?" You frowned deeply, eyes cutting to the side.

"Ew. No."

"Oh, come on it'll be fun?" He rasped in that croaky tone that you loved. "Cut the shit, luffy." A chuckle then released into the stale air, lighting the mood by a bit.

"Ok its a prank!" Now the straw hat pirate laughed louder not caring for the rest of his crewmates that were most likely asleep, especially zoro.

"Wha...." You hesitantly turned around and watched as luffy threw a plastic duckie out of his shorts. His laughter now dying down into a content sigh. As you slowly got back on the hammock he watched your every move.

You fixed the straps of your top and settled on his side, another moment of silence had formed until liffy heard the sweetest thing. Something he nearly doubted he'd get to witness. Your light laughter.

Luffy grins, "You know what you remind me of bruises.." Speaking of bruises that nickname aspired from your resilience and durability in battle. Luffy clicked with you on such a down to earth level anyway that he couldn't resist having you on his ship.

"What?" Luffy smiled in the most charming way possible. His mouth hesitantly opened.

And then closed to swallow, like he changed his mind.

"you remind me of.. a primo I've known my whole life."

"Oh?"

"–yeah like a cousin, night night!" he says enthusiastically before going back to sleep, his arm slinging over you at one point during the night. You remove it swiftly and get to thinking in the dark.

Little did you know, that was the closest luffy was gonna get to opening the vault of his large heart and admitting its strange feelings. He meant what he said but there was still a lot of things luffy left untouched on his plate that he hoped he would confess to you at the right time.

[firstprincefairytale]

Fic: A Pirate's Life For Henry

Alex/Henry - 4.3k words - Teen+ Fluff, consensual possessiveness, pirate Alex

Prince Henry's ship is lost at sea, but not before he's saved by a pirate captain named Alex. Captain Alex is brazenly flirty and a little bit possessive, and Henry can't resist his charms.

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[dent-de-leon]

Do you think that if they had a honeymoon, would Molly and Caleb go to the Bay of Gifts or Rumblecusp?

Oh these both sound so lovely! ; ; The Bay of Gifts would be so charming and romantic--watching sunsets on the water and going for a moonlit swim. Tealeaf still somehow roping Caleb into the most fun and ridiculous pirate adventures--

But I feel like Rumblecusp would be especially endearing to everyone because of Travelercon. I like the thought that they still run the Beaurebar, and the Nein all vacation there from time to time. I imagine Caleb must have fond memories of those first nights--drinking and dancing with the rest of the party, letting himself just be free and happy--wanting to share new memories there with Molly.

Both of them sharing drinks and stories under the stars. Molly being so very excited that he gets to see a volcano for the first time--and the dinosaurs! He didn't even know those were real, and when he gets all giddy and his tail can't stop wagging, Caleb turns into a T-rex just to see the look on his face--

But I could also see the two of them just opening a map, and Molly pointing to the first place at random to catch his eye. Mollymauk being excited to go anywhere as long as it's exciting and new and the perfect place to have a little adventure with his Magic Man--

Or...maybe Caleb tells Molly his favorite fairytales on cozy winter nights--they've both always loved a good story. And perhaps one day Caleb jokes that he wouldn't mind being taken by the fae, that he's always loved stories of their magical and fantastical little world. And Mollymauk Tealeaf would absolutely not be able to resist the thought of running away into the Feywild, where everything is so delightfully strange and otherworldly and terrifyingly beautiful--

Caleb making Molly promise to stay close and not immediately go wandering off after the first thing to catch his eye--never accept food given by the fae, but also never decline gifts. Tell no one your name and don't stray from the paths Jester helped them map. Caleb trying very hard to keep a close eye on his Circus Man and ensure they both stay out of trouble, but--also being just as enthralled and captivated by this new plane to explore.

The two of them sleeping nestled together in an enchanted wood, admiring verdant gardens where the flowers sing (and shriek the most terrifying scream, much to Molly's amusement). Frumpkin curled up and purring beside them, as if he'd never left. Molly insisting he can do a good enough impression of royalty to sneak them into an Archfey's court--

And this is just a sidenote, but...I feel like, as a worshipper of the Moonweaver, Molly wouldn't have a wedding really--it's more that he'd run off and elope in secret in the middle of the night. Steal his Magician away to someplace secluded and magical, just the two of them wrapped in each other's arms, safe and sheltered beneath the Moonweaver's light. Hidden away from all the world.

Caleb admitting he wants these moments to last forever, that it's so surreal to finally have Molly back and he doesn't want to lose another moment--

Molly pressing tender kisses to his forehead, whispering soft reassurances as his Magician drifts back to sleep. Promising him that no matter what happens, he'll always find his way back. That a part of Molly would always be his--

[honest-moth-of-silver-grove]

Hello I'm wanting to participate in the bg3 matchup please, if it's closed I'm sorry. I'm gonna do my tav (my pfp), thank you ^^ Name: Nixie Stormchapel Age: 27 Pronouns: She/Her Sexuality: Pansexual (Monogamous) Class: Sorcerer (Storm sorcerer) Race: Tiefling (Mephistopheles) Background: Sailor/Criminal (Pirate) Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Likes: Rum, jewelry, her "crew", kids/animals (secretly but not so secretly), whale blubber, a good erotica, the sea, her ship the "Dazzling Pearl". Dislikes: Pirate hunters, slavers, racists (especially against tiefling), people who don't respect/tip barmaids, people who don't know how to take a joke, scurvy. Hobbies: Pickpocketing, map making, singing sea shanties, drinking rum/tea, building model ships, and reading pirate erotica. Feats: Became a pirate captain after slaying a kraken that killed the former captain, "successfully" made out with a siren and survived when she ripped out her spleen, has freed hundreds of slaves from ships. Fears: Getting scurvy, adds lemon to her daily diet to avoid it, like adding it to rum/tea, her food or just eats it like one would an apple. Letting her "crew" down, constantly worries about their wellbeings but is to prideful to admit this fear. Personality: Is very charming and witty, loves to socialize, is always seen smiling or making jokes and can be a bit flirty but when she gets mad it can be pretty unsettling since it's so rare. Bonds: Tends to compliment people a lot, usually to get what she wants but if she likes you she means it genuinely, also loves to give gifts, like the treasures she found. Is loyal to her "crew". Ideals: Believes freedom to be the upmost of importance, the sea was freedom to her. When she was a pirate captain she not only pillaged other ships for loot but freed slaves being transported via sea. Faith: None Flaws: Has a bit of a drinking problem, but rarely gets wasted due to infernal blood, also loves shiny things, can't resist the shiny, so she often steals stuff under people's noses. Has a mouth of a sailor, no filter once so ever. Strength: 14 Intelligence: 12 Dexterity: 10 Wisdom: 9 Constitution: 13 Charisma: 17

A/N: Because you @lilly-pad02 didn’t specify a gender preference, just that your Tav is Pansexual and monogamous, I’ve given you one of both below. For your matchups, I think Gale (Male) and Karlach (Female) would be best suited to you. 

☸ Gale would be a great match for your Tav, Nixie! He’s always excited to learn more about the world, especially about lands, cultures, and magics from far away. He’d love nothing more than for Nixie to regal him with all the tales of her and her crew’s grand adventures on the high seas. 

Gale has made it very clear that to him, the most important thing in a partner is personality and commitment, not looks. He’s not against dating a tiefling, or a halfling, or even a mind flayer! He thinks Nixie looks amazing. She has this strong, adventurous aura about her which intrigues him greatly. 

Gale may be a bit intimidated even by Nixie’s outgoing demon and sailor mouth, but that just becomes another one of the things he loves about her. He thinks it's very admirable, Nixie’s choice to save slaves from their slave ships, to grant them freedom. Gale knows freedom is not something to take lightly, it's a treasure, and it should be protected accordingly. (He’s also a little teensy bit intimidated by her sorcery, being a wizard and all, but he keeps that tidbit to himself.)

Gale’s home is in Waterdeep but he’s not against joining Nixie for one or two adventures on the high seas every year, so long as he can come back to his tower now and then to check in on Mrs. Dekarious and his old friends. On that note, Tara adores Nixie, for getting Gale to finally come out of his shell. Although the tressym may have a habit of making a passive-aggressive comment or two about the pair finally “settling down” lol. 

Knowing that she wants to avoid scurvy, Gale takes it upon himself to find all the recipes he can that include lemon or orange, promising to make them for her. He loves cooking and is more than happy to adjust his ingredient list to suit her needs. 

The both of them are constantly in pursuit of something more, something greater- a trait they admire in one another. They encourage each other in the best of ways, all while understanding that even though they're committed to one another, they’re committed to their unique goals as well. 

Overall the two of them work great together! Their goals in life and love align just perfectly! Thanks to Nixie’s travels and Gale’s teaching, they become one of the best-known couples in Baldur’s Gate. Bards and poets alike write songs and prose dedicated to their relationship. It’s very safe to say they’re basically couple goals. 

❂ Karlach would also make a good match for Nixie! She’s just as loud and adventurous and always down for a good time. Plus, Karlach is a tiefling as well, so she gets the discrimination that can come with the horns and tail. 

Karlach and Nixie together are like the life of the party! They’re both so compassionate, even though their lives haven’t always been easy. Karalch admires Nixie so much for her rebellious spirit, choosing to free the slaves on slave ships she and her crew come across. Karlach herself was a slave once, and she would have given anything for someone like Nixie to come and rescue her before she was dragged to Avernus. 

A date between the two of them involves A LOT of rum drinking. And singing. And karaoke. (Do they have karaoke in DnD? Well, whatever, they do now!) 

So long as Karlach’s infernal engine gets fixed, I could see her enjoying a life spent mostly on the high seas. She’d love feeling like part of a crew/family and getting to stay by Nixie’s side. Just promise to keep the rum stocked for the journey, throw in a pirate’s hat, and Karalch’s on board!

The two of them are a fierce couple. They become well known as renegades, especially amongst other tieflings. In fact, they sort of become tiefling legends- being hailed as heroes for freeing many of their people from slave ships and never being afraid to punch a racist in the nose. 

With the two of them together, there’s nothing they can’t face!

[antidiluvianobservatory]

We have a tie! Shadow Sea Pirate or Twilight Silk Tailor? I'll break the tie by deciding on Shadow Sea Pirate and we'll have a pirate princess! Next we'll pick a Quirk. In the rulebook there's another step before this called Traits in which you pick two Attributes (stats) to be higher than normal and one to be lower than normal, but I've skipped this step to simplify the process here.

A Quirk comes with both a buff and a debuff. They come in five different categories which I'll briefly describe below. Since we're a Rai-neko, we don't have access to the Eldritch or Robotic categories outside of houserules. Now, there are far too many options to list in a tumblr poll, so I'll pick three from each category we have access to.

Spirit - Mostly personality traits. Includes Curious, Stylish and Miser.

Physiology - Physical traits, whether it's your appearance, your physicality or something unusual about your body. Includes Adorable, Big Eater or Grasping Tresses.

Fate - Mostly magical traits or unusual events that had a big impact on you. Includes Mage Breaker, Past Injury and Dread Orator.

Eldritch - Weird traits or very magical ones. Often has a powerful buff and equally powerful debuff. Elves, Dwarves and Goblins have access to this instead of Fate Quirks.

Robotic - Traits specific to Bio-mechanoids representing different models or roles you were made for. Bio-mechanoids only have access to these and Spirit Quirks.

After we pick the Quirk the last step of character creation is choosing the finer details such as name, gender, appearance, equipment, etc. I'll skip this step and go straight to the story. If anyone has any ideas for any of these details, this is your last chance to suggest it in the comments.

[ilexdiapason]

I realize that maybe I should explain some of my thoughts with the anon ask I sent abt Scott not being able to swim and that mini-story... (also, yes, I'm the seawater au anon tho you probably figured aslhdbaljksd)

I love playing with sorta the same concept but in different scenarios. so:

Scott is LimLife!Scott reincarnated and has always had a calling for the sea. He always took it as something normal since he is a Denholm, a pirate. His parents knows that something in the sea wants Scott and denies whatever that wants him their son. They know that the thing will know where Scott is if he's in water too long (lakes will lead to the sea/ocean and thus are not safe either) and forbids him to be in water. He doesn't think much of it as it's always been that way. (if he decides to listen to the ocean and take a breath, he will get gills on the side of his torso)

In this story it's not as strict with helping between the factions, tho dating between them might still be a bit eyebrow raising. So Scott and Sausage are not very loud about their relationship, but Sausage really wants to. I mean, not only is Scott his lovely boyfriend, but he also succeeded in charming a Denholm. And as a Kestral, he do want to show off his loveliest treasure. But things are as they are right now.

Martyn is LimLife!Martyn. Instead of wandering the land, he stayed under water and has been for many, many years, waiting for either his own punishment for winning the game or maybe meeting one of his loves again. And when Scott touches water, he knows where he is. So he travels to Faction Isle and pretends to be human for the first time in a long time in order to look for Scott.

It's just a bit awkward trying to romance your old love while he's dating someone else and not really remembering you and trying to remember how to be human and use normal stuff, like, uteniles

(let's call this au..... um... uuuuuuuhhhhhh... ok I suck at names. first thought was "under water" sadljkbasdjkb)

i am always a slut for inter-faction romance. i'm a slut for intra-faction romance too but there's something so funny about everyone else in your faction Knowing what you're up to. guqqie and scott sneaking past each other in the middle of the night like i won't snitch if you don't, have fun

sausage would absolutely wish he could be open and proud about his catch though. he'd be like but you're soooo pretty and valuable and everyone i know would be so jealous and scott is like ah but u see. my mum would explode me. so you need to shut the fuck up xoxo. and sausage is like awwwww okayyyyyy but he still enjoys seeing how much he can get away with in public

martyn though is very much a wildcard in this situation. he's new in town, he's factionless, he's got the scrappiness of a kite but the eye for treasure of a kestrel, and he seems to make fastest friends with owen, el, and water. which means scott is suddenly seeing a lot of him. he also appears to get on perfectly well with cleo, having plenty of banter with them, but there's kind of an artificiality to it that scott can sense even if he can't tell why. same goes for scar, if they're hanging out cross-faction.

it also goes for scott, though, arguably more than the others; while he's friendly and charming and instantly intriguing to scott, there's this weird sense of a glass wall that he can't shake. maybe it's just jealousy - it does always seem that martyn gets a little frostier when sausage sneaks an arm around scott's waist in the middle of a conversation.

martyn reminds scott of the ocean. here's something so close, something he's able to interact with, but never quite reach out and touch.

only he did touch the ocean, didn't he? and it ended dangerously. he'd do well to never swim again, he knows. martyn might just be the same.

scott has always been good at resisting temptation; had to be to make his parents happy, had to stick to the approved path. but this?

this is gonna test him.

[thelazyecrivain]

Fluffbruary - day 27 (photograph)

Day twenty-seven of @fluffbruary, using the prompt "photograph"

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French version

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"This is when Sherlock received his first microscope. He was so happy that he forgot about the other presents. We couldn't take his microscope away from him for a week." Mummy Holmes smiles at the memory.

John looks at little Sherlock, his hair a mess, his microscope in his hands, his eyes wide with surprise. He looks adorable in his well-tailored clothes, simple straight trousers, shirt and sleeveless jumper. 

"Oh, and that day we found him asleep with his dog, Redbeard." She directs his gaze to another photo. "They played all day and decided to take their nap under the oldest tree. It was his favourite tree because he could climb the branches which were strong."

Redbeard is curled up in a ball, Sherlock lying on his stomach. A pirate hat hangs in the corner of the picture, a wooden sword around Sherlock's waist. His jumper is damaged, leaves stuck between the wool threads but also in his crazy curls. John can't help but pull out his phone and take a picture.

"Our little Sherlock has given us a run for our money."

John laughs. "And it's still going on."

"But we love him too much." She says lovingly, looking at Sherlock sitting at the table with his father in the next room.

"Oh yes we do." John says, following her gaze.

Sherlock seems to feel his mother and John's gaze on him as he turns to them. Seeing them with a photo album, he grimaces, but stands up anyway. "Is it really necessary to bother John with the photos?"

"Absolutely, it's very crucial." Said John seriously, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Sherlock rolled his eyes but accepted John's invitation to sit next to him.

"Remember when you made a boat out of the books in the library?" Mummy Holmes asks, showing John the photo taken that day. The boat is very well represented, two tufts of hair sticking out of the pile of books, brown curls and red curls.

"I remember the scolding that followed as these were books that have been in our family for generations. I always said it's dangerous to leave them so easily accessible." Sherlock growled.

John asked him to be nicer by placing a hand on his thigh. Mummy Holmes forgot his remark with a wave of her hand.

"Since you left the house, I don't have many pictures of Mycroft and you." She said pleadingly, wanting to make her point. "How about we take one now?"

Sherlock sighed, but wanting to please his mother-in-law, John agreed sharply. She asked them to stay on the couch and move closer together. Despite his protests, Sherlock did so, resting his arm on the backrest around John's shoulders. The latter put his hand back on his thigh, and pinched it when Sherlock refused to smile.

"You don't have to agree with everything my mother says. I know you want to be liked by my family, but you don't have to do much. As long as you support me enough to want to be my partner, that's enough." Sherlock murmurs.

"I know you love your parents, despite what you let on. I wouldn't want to look bad to people you care about very much."

"They adore you, John. No one can resist your charm, of course they like you very much." 

John turned to Sherlock to fall into his serious gaze.

"Unless you don't hurt me." Sherlock grinned. "No one can guarantee your safety, not me, not Mycroft."

John smiled, "I'll be careful then."

At that moment, a camera sound echoes around the room. Sherlock and John came out of their bubble, having completely forgotten about the photograph.

Mummy Holmes showed them the picture, a proud smile on her lips. They look at each other, their bodies leaning towards each other, John smiling at a serious but loving looking Sherlock. 

"You two are so adorable. I'll print it out and put it in the photo album." She says as she leaves.

Sherlock's father comes into the room, giving the couple a sorry look. "She'll show the picture to everyone."

"Stop telling them nonsense." Screams Mummy Holmes from the other room. This makes the three men laugh.

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A Pirate's Life For Henry

by FirstPrinceFairytale Prince Henry's ship is lost at sea, but not before he's saved by a pirate captain named Alex. Captain Alex is brazenly flirty and a little bit possessive, and Henry can't resist his charms. Words: 4375, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston, Red White & Royal Blue (2023) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, June Claremont-Diaz, Nora Holleran, Percy "Pez" Okonjo, Beatrice Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, David the Beagle (Red White & Royal Blue) Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, June Claremont-Diaz/Nora Holleran Additional Tags: Pirate Alex, Possessive Alex Claremont-Diaz, Flirty Alex Claremont-Diaz, Confident Alex, POV Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Fake Character Death, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Loves Alex Claremont-Diaz, steamy but not smutty, Getting Together, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Historical via https://ift.tt/P5ThOUc