#395 words

[writer-of-sorts]

written with @wolfstarmicrofic prompt: monster

“Remus.”

The boy laying on the hospital bed did not respond. His eyes were closed, and his chest heaved with steady breaths, but his body was unnaturally stiff.

“Remus, I know you’re awake.”

Remus peeked through one eye to see Sirius standing in front of him, arms crossed. Remus sighed, giving up all pretence of sleep. He gingerly sat up with his back against the headboard, only wincing slightly from the movement. It had been his first full moon with Padfoot, Prongs and Wormtail. Although he was still sore from his transformation, he hadn’t attained any new wounds.

Sirius perched himself on the very edge of the cot.

The two boys were quiet for a long time. Sirius was bouncing his leg and twisting his hands in his lap. Remus was avoiding eye-contact and trying hard to swallow the ball of emotions stuck in his throat. It didn’t help that the air between them felt so thick and suffocating.

Finally, Sirius took a deep breath and locked eyes with Remus. “Why have you been pretending to be asleep every time I came to check on you?”

Remus’s breath stuttered at the question and the earnest concern in his boyfriend’s eyes. A flurry of shame and hopelessness engulfed him. He looked down, eyebrows pinched together.

“I was scared,” he admitted, so quietly that Sirius almost didn’t catch it.

“Scared?” Sirius asked, bewildered, “Scared of what?”

Remus’s lowered eyes turned glassy. “Of you leaving me.”

Sirius’s brows jumped up in incredulous shock, but Remus barrelled on, oblivious.

“You saw me transform. You saw the wolf. You already knew I was a monster, but now you’ve seen the monstrosity. All three of you have. How could you possibly still want to be with me?”

“Because I love you.”

Remus shook his still-bowed head.

“No, look at me,” Sirius ordered, and Remus’ gaze lifted to meet his. “When I say I love you, Remus, I don’t just mean the parts of you that you show to everyone else. I love all of you ––including the rawest, most vulnerable parts of you–– including Moony.”

A single tear slipped down Remus’ scarred cheek. Sirius cupped his lover's face with one hand, wiping the tear away. Remus sniffed, then laughed feebly.

“I love you too, Sirius.” His voice cracked, and the tears starting to flow freely. “I love you so much.”

word count: 395

[asheewrites]

Otter date

So… he was a famous actor he had done stunt work for, he had almost put up a restraining order, because he had paid attention to the fact he was constantly drinking bubble tea, he was a high ranking water angel. And he was interested in him.

The last tidbit being a fact that came up when they needed to discuss helping a transgender friend in need.

Levil had tried to be as prickly as possible. Blunt honesty to the point of rudeness, maybe even insult. And still, he had decided it was a good idea to go on a date.

The idea had been less than appealing. Only very few people could get his brain to shut up for a moment. Expressing the wish to take this person away from him almost sent him into a panic.

When Duke refused to get away from him at the first generously given opportunity? It might have been the first time he was sincerely thankful. He hadn’t done anything to endear himself to the boy. Just been his deliberately mean self. Not being liked by him was essential. He was supposed to like Lyman and not be distracted by being nice or even polite to his too-rich boss and landlord.

It might have been a genuine shock. If there was a chance to lose something he genuinely cared about, it usually happened. But… it hadn’t. Not yet. And even if it was only a small sign of trust or – maybe even – loyalty… it certainly had earned the boy Levil’s loyalty.

So teaching Allan how to change another’s body was going to be fine. It was the least he could do. And it wasn’t hard or difficult. And Allan, too, accepted all the edges. So that was… alright. The date. Despite the almost-panic-attack. If Allan truly wanted to go on a date with a stuntman and hacker, while actually offering up a piece of his own mind by showing what he himself liked?

Sure. Why not. There was no harm done. And hey, the restraining order never actually happened.

So here he was, on a Thursday morning, clad in cargo jeans, tank top muscle shirt and glasses… and apparently… they would be petting otters.

He was 15 minutes too early… it was interesting to look at from the outside. ‘Otterly adorable’ as they advertised.

Ah, what a day.

[lgbtlunaverse]

Is... is bnha pulling a destiel right now. Is horikoshi doing a supernatural-style gay and homopohobic love confession to burying your gays speedrun? Is that what's happening?

[transdimensional-haboob]

Wistfully thinks of Spellwind, I should make a headcanons up to ep 31 list its just my equivalent of like Skyrim or lotr where theres so much going on and so dense but god damn one of my favorite episodes was when two of my favorite characters became trees and the entire experience was like...they were tripping on shrooms but also one with the shrooms? Its like episode 8

and I love the dms orc captain that hates going on land and is there for the in between transportation from sea to sea land to land ferryman (not really I feel like its mostly hard to narrate and have a character at the same time) I just love captain buttocks' (yeah I'm pretty sure thats his name) humor and how him and djett ('jet') were closer in the beginning

I love ty and varsha together but I also ship smith with them as time went on, I can't tell who I want to joke as the third smith and varsha are friends to lovers, ty and varsha are irritated assholes to lovers, smith is just a jaded old fuck that loves his morons (he respects varsha a lot and thinks ty is an entertaining idiot)

Varsha and Djett are siblings they love each other like family and share different spells and potions and knowledge of interest notes

I feel like the only person really thinking too deeply about this tabletop story and wanted to drop a few lines of appreciation, I like listening to it to go to sleep since its so slow paced and gently spoken and the music and sound efx is so sweet

[rainintheevening]

Somewhere along the way, between boy and soldier, I stopped being afraid to lose you. I guess I started thinking I never would. You were as natural as a hydrospanner in my hand, as steady as the air in my lungs. Like the sun you would come and you would go and you always came back. We loved like water loves the shoreline, like wind loves the sand, like stars love the night, without thought.

I lost you, along the way between soldier and sinner, surprise turned to anger turned to hate. In the dark, hate is easy, a twisting fall from clouds of fear, simple as rain, heavy as a hurricane. Even as you reached for my bloodied hands with hope, I drowned you. But you. You loved like fire loves gold, like winter loves trees, like stitches love a wound, with pain.

We were a burned out shell of a house, charcoal memories on cracked walls, shattered windows on the floor. I cut my feet each time I walked through, and cursed you for the blood. Oh, but you. You buried us and carried us, dreaming of the day when another generation would rebuild. You loved like a mother loves her child in the night, like a potter loves a broken cup, like an injured bird loves the sky. You loved like stars burn out, with a sigh.

I fell. You stood. I hated. You loved. I killed. You called.

And. But. Somewhere along the way, between sinner and father, he found me. He loved me. And I, I loved again, in a waterfall, in a flash of light, in a child's cry, with surprise. We loved. And like rain on the desert, like tea on the table, like stars in constellations, we called it grace.

Until finally. Somewhere at the end, between father and final thought, you came. Like always. I whispered small apologies that carried the weight of the world, with only the little hope he gave me. And you. You were as gentle as a kiss on my forehead, as warm as blood pulsing in my heart. You took my bloodied hands and led me out into the starlight, where I could breathe again. And now. Now we love like scorched earth loves grass, like skin loves scars, like children love the sunrise. We love like the light shines, without fear.

A not-poem, written by me, today. Possibly titled: "Dear Master (Love Anakin)", but not really titled at all.

@ ing @kingofattolia with a salute. It wasn't written for you, but I can't help it. "Your Anakin." "My Anakin." My heart!

I've been listening to too much Sleeping at Last lately, I think that's why. This happened. I'm scared to share this, like will anyone understand? What I'm trying to say? What this is about? How much I love them? How much they love? It is too late at night, and I am a mess. Anna out.

[haiku-every-day]

I look upon them, /

haiku of the long ago. /

some are bad, some good. /

[a-godman]

We can Experience and Enjoy Christ as the Great Light until we Shine like the Sun

As believers in Christ, we can experience and enjoy Christ as the great light shining in the darkness until we shine forth like the sun in the kingdom of our Father! Amen! Christ is the great light shining on those sitting in darkness and rising on those sitting in the region and shadow of death; we need to experience and enjoy Christ as the great light shining in us and on us so that we may go…

[thanatoseyes]

Every time I put down this book. Every. Time. I have to sit there and be like 'what did you think was going to happen?'

[cvnntagious]

:: fuckboy!matt loves when innocent!reader kisses his neck

"--have to go." was all you heard before matt stood up from his comfortable spot on your bed, between your legs, searching the mint green comforter splayed on top of it for his phone in an almost frantic manner. your head tilted in confusion, embarrassment washing over you as you lifted your hips to pull the shorts matt had dragged down to your ankles all the way back up your legs.

"d- did i do something wrong?" you asked, brows furrowed in a way that made you practically irresistible to matt.

his eyes instantly flicked up to meet yours, the blue of them practically burning with desire. "wrong?" he echoed, a bit confused himself, "no, no. nothing wrong, s'jus— remembered i gotta handle some shit."

despite his reassuring words, the worry in your eyes never faded as you sat up against your pillows. you had a feeling he'd been avoiding going to the next base with you, but this just confirmed it. did he not actually want you like he claimed? you'd never heard of him having any problems sleeping with any other girls before.

matt could tell by the way you looked at him that his words hadn't convinced you in the slightest, eliciting a long sigh from him. he leaned over the side of your bed, hoovering over you with one of his arms posted on the pillow beside your head. "c'mon, don't be like that," he started, pausing to place a kiss on your forehead, "i'll see ya later, a'ight?"

with a small whine, and lack of a second thought, your arms reached up to wrap around his neck, pulling him into you. a soft gasp from him as your lips placed an open mouthed kiss on his neck had you smiling as your eyes met once more. matt's demeanor had almost completely changed, leaving him smirking above you. "what d'you want from me?" he grumbled out, seemingly questioning himself more than you for some reason.

"huh-?" you started to question, only for matt to place his lips on yours with a passion you'd never seen before.

he trailed kisses from your lips, to your cheek, and down your neck, stopping at your color bone. "it'd be so mean of me to jus' leave y'now, wouldn't it?" he cooed, faux sympathy written all over his face before he kissed your neck again.

w/c : 395

[mickie-rosebud]

I'm not even a theatre major wtf

[t0yac1d]

MOOOORRREEEE SUB CARL 😍😍 I am insatiable and your writing is soooo *chefs kiss*

Since we’ve deprived him so badly, what about overstimulation? Completely milking his cock until he’s begging for a break 🥺🥺

(Side-note: happy birthday!!)

Hrs & Hrs (C.Grimes x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: Smut, overstimulation, p in v, sub!Carl, praise

Notes: I have so many Carl requests coming in so I'm happy to know that you guys enjoy them! And thank you for the birthday wish my love!

Word Count: 395

His body trembled, shaking and sweaty. His hair stook to his skin and his chest heaved. Breath airy and voice horse. His head was empty, dumb off the way you bounced on his cock.

His hands gripped and groped at your ass, tits, hips and thighs. He held you tight and close to him, he was overstimulated, you've already made him cum multiple times, and that was just from you giving him a blow job.

He didn't think he could cum anymore but from the amount of times he filled you, he found out he in fact could cum more.

His cum dripped out of your hole and soaked the sheets under you guys. He made you cum a number of times but you wanted more. You wanted him to fill you to the brim.

Carl whined as he came again, nails digging into your thighs. You stopped bouncing and started grinding against him, rolling your hips.

"Can't..can't cum anymore.." he stuttered, "Yes you can, I know you can. Just one more time, please baby?"

He pulled you close to him, your chest on his. He rested his head on your shoulder. "Give me one more, just one?" you pleaded, kissing his face and neck.

As much as he wanted a break, he also wanted to please you, to keep you happy and full. He looked up at you and gave you a nod. His lids were low from exhaustion but for you, he'd do anything.

You smiled and pull him in for a sloppy kiss, "Thank you, pretty."

He loves that, loves when you smile, when you kiss him all sloppily, when you thank him, and especially when you praise him. He loves hearing those words fall out your mouth.

That "one more" turned into a couple more. "You said one more," he whimpered, tears spilling from his eyes. "This isn't o-one more.."

"I know baby..I'm sorry, fuck, this is the last one- ah! s-shit..I promise,"

"T-this better be the last one..please be the last one..please.."

He babbled in the crook of your neck, pleads spilling from his lips. Your hips stuttered for the nth time, cumming around his cock once again and panting in his ear.

"You know how I said that this was the last one?"

"Uh huh.."

"How about one more.."

"Nooo,"

"Please Carl, baby pleaseee,"

[dicejpg]

You should have left a note - {Five Hargreeves x GN!Reader}

Synopsis: Five is ordered to kill his ex-commission partner. He doesn't want to.

Note: I made this really late at night. I would really appreciate requests for Five :)

(Not edited)

WORD COUNT: 1K

2nd POV:

Five peers down at the paper that bears your name, hands shaky. He was ordered by the Handler--just this morning--to terminate you for immediate extraction.

It’s been a year since you left Five since you left the Commission. He'd been rightfully frustrated since your abrupt departure. He didn't get a note, nor a goodbye. Sure, you two weren’t all that close as partners, but he at least deserved a warning, he thought.

He doesn't know how to feel about the idea of blowing your brains out with his M1935.

You’ve been gone for approximately a year, leaving no trace or hints as to where you may be. But, the Commission finally tracked you down to a small town in New Jersey, 1978.

When he arrives in front of your supposed living quarters, he is taken aback by the rundown apartment complex in front of him. A real shithole. Its bricks are chipped and sun-bleached, presumably from old age. Police sirens and gunshots are audible from a neighborhood away, giving away the unsafeness of the area.

It’s twelve o’ clock at night. Five quietly blinks up to your numbered room. If he remembers correctly from the paper, it's room 395. Third floor, second door to the left.

Your apartment is dark, gloomy. Five does not turn on the lights, not wanting to give away his existence. But, he assumes you’re not home anyways. Your job as a bartender at a rundown restaurant downtown would have you occupied for at least another hour.

He wonders through the confined living space, taking note of a few books scattered on the coffee table, and an unmade bed. There's a small pile of dishes in the sink, a pot and two bowls. There are no picture frames, or wall decor. The room is barren with no personality at all.

Five would not even know that you lived here from the looks of the place.

It smells like you though, he unwillingly notices. He finds it oddly comforting nostalgic.

He’s in the middle of examining some scattered papers on the ground when he hears the jingling of keys outside the door. Along with your whistling.

Five blinks behind a window curtain in no time at all, blood pumping fast. You must have gotten off early.

Your humming becomes more prominent as you enter your living space. The sound of keys being thrown on the kitchen counter makes Five jolt, but he still goes unnoticed.

You make no move to turn on the lights, so Five risks a glance at you.

Your head is blocked by the freezer door, but he notices your disheveled work attire. Some black slacks and an untucked white button down shirt. Your apron hangs on a hook by the door.

When the freezer door is closed, he notices your face. It's the same as when he last saw you, but with sadder eyes and dark eye-bags. His heart sinks, he starts feeling uncharacteristically torn.

He watches you crack open a frozen dinner meal and place it in the microwave. You roll your sleeves up to your elbows while you wait for the food to heat up. Five always thought you had nice, toned forearms. He stares at them, at you.

His eyes are intense, observing as you lean against the counter, stretching and running your fingers through your hair. He feels his stomach knot.

Five was definitely the wrong person for this job. He readys his gun quietly.

You freeze at the almost imperceptible sound of a gun clicking, slowly turning your head in Five's direction. He doesn't see the way your eyebrows furrow because he's fully behind the curtain again.

The microwave beeps quietly, but you make no move to retrieve your dinner.

The sound of footsteps approaching Five's hiding spot makes sweat bead on his forehead. He debates letting himself be caught, but decides against it. Five blinks behind you, aiming his gun.

But you've already kicked the thing out of his hands, fully expecting his maneuver. You tackle him to the ground, gripping his wrists and pinning his legs with yours. Not before kicking the gun far away, under the couch.

"God, of course they sent you, Five." You breathe, glaring down at him in dismay. "The Handler's such a sadistic- I mean, sending my own partner to kill me? Is she kidding?" You ramble is distress, cursing your ex-employer.

Five gazes up at you, swallowing thickly. He fights thoughtlessly against your grasp, but tries nothing else to get loose. He does not want to kill you.

"Let go of me." He warns, feeling fuzzy and not knowing what else to say. His eyes never leave yours.

"Why don't you just blink away? You're fully capable of getting out of this." You accuse, getting close to his face. Your breath tickles his nose. It's minty.

Five hesitates, his eyes fluttering for a moment as he fails to regain his train of thought.

He remains quiet.

"You don't really want to kill me." Your grip on his wrists falters slightly when he doesn't object.

He softly pulls his wrists free, and you let him sit up. But you keep his legs pinned just in case. There is a strangely comfortable silence as you wait for Five to find the words.

"You should have just told me you were going to leave." Five whispers finally. His tone is unreadable. "Or at least left a note."

You look at him with a pained expression. "You're right. I should have." It's something you regretted for months after abandoning him. There is an intake of breath right before you add: "I missed uh- I miss you." You redden, not looking at him.

He exhales with a hidden smile. "Me too."

[ghxst-guts]

Where do we go now?

ship: boss!aaron hotchner x agent!gn!reader

warnings: slight angst, hurt feelings, slight smut, kissing, hickeys, shit at communicating so hotch has a mini outburst, hurt/comfort, r confesses their love, reader has a uterus.

a/n: yes a gracie abrams reference

words: 395

"fuck... this- this is so wrong" you sigh softly. "if it's so wrong, then why are we doing this? aaron mumbled against you, his lips on your neck, biting and sucking on it. taking the skin in between his teeth and leaving purple marks on your neck. you tilt your head, giving him better access, groaning softly.

"y-you're my boss." you groaned against him, turning around to face him. his hand trails down, loosening each button on your blouse. "no one has know" aaron mumbled against you, removing his own shirt. revealing his in shape stomach, memorized by his abs. your hands trace the six pack. aron chuckles softly seeing you so turned on by his strength. "see something you like?" aaron smirked.

"I don't know what you're talking about" you huffed softly. "y/n." he said, finally fed up with this confusing game you were playing with him. aaron paused his actions and his gaze met yours, he looked more serious. "do you want this, y/n? please tell me because i honestly cannot tell. it's like a guessing game and i don't want to play games with you y/n. do you want this. yes or no?" aaron spoke.

"i-i" you stuttered, caught off guard by his words, definitely not expecting this. you didn't realize he felt like this, you were so focused on yourself that you didn't stop to think how he felt about this.

"y/n" he sighed, holding your hand in his. "aaron, i do want you. i want meaningful sex with you and love and to experience life with you because you are an amazing human being and I'm sorry if I made you feel like anything less." your eyes begin to tear up.

"oh, baby..." aaron mumbled softly, holding you in his arms. he craddled you in his arms as his hands found it's way to your hair, twiddling his fingers in it. you trace circles on his back to sooth your anxieties and big feelings.

after a while, you hear aaron's voice. "you feeling better, baby?" aaron asked softly. you bite your lip "i'm okay. how about you ar? i'm sorry i made you upset.." you apologized, feeling a tad bit guilty about earlier. "oh, don't worry about that, baby. i'm okay. we just have to work on better communicate, alright?" aaron spoke. you nodded in response.

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[drakulana]

the first spark // trafalgar law x reader

content: sfw, fem! reader, female pronouns, sloooow burn w little resolution, long reader backstory, violence

part 2, part 3

word count: 5.5k

notes: this is my first ever fan fic!!! i’m very proud of it, and i worked on it for a few weeks on and off. i hope you enjoy!!

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The Polar Tang had been under the water for about a month now. Never in a million years did (Y/n) think she’d be in the middle of the ocean, let alone underneath the surface in a submarine, 395 meters down. She had joined the Heart Pirates about 6 months ago and was just now getting used to being underwater for such a long amount of time. She had been having continuous headaches she assumed to be due to the pressure of being underwater for such a long time. They would come and go, some days worse than others. Today was one of the worst days. The chores had been done, and all the tasks were complete. Most of the crew decided to lounge around, hanging out with one another. To (Y/n) it seemed as if all corners of the submarine were occupied, and they all had too much noise to focus. Trying to find some peace and quiet, she made her way down to the boiler room, letting the laughter and chatter of her crew fade as she departed. It was not the first time she had done this, in fact this was her little secret. No one liked to come down here unless it was included in the work that they had to do. Pipes lined the walls, and the low hum of engines from a few doors over buzzed through the room. Finally at peace, she took a deep breath and exhaled.

A week ago, (Y/n) had stashed a book and a blanket down here, along with a pillow and a cushion she found in storage. She tucked herself into the corner, and sat down on the box that had placed the cushion on. She pulled out the book she was reading which was just a volume of some medical book Captain Law had in the library. Principles of Neurology. It was not an interesting read in the slightest, but there really was not a wide variety to choose from in the Surgeon of Death’s library.

Her mind started to wander as she flipped page by page trying to follow along the best she could with what she was reading. An entity of “frailty” has been conceived to encompass the sum of breakdown in multiple organ systems… She read the sentence over a few times. She made a mental note to get a book that was relatively interesting on the next island that they stopped on. Letting out a sigh, she continued to try to read but ended up drifting away with her thoughts. She was still relatively new to the crew, she had been with them for 6 months. Long enough to get comfortable with her crewmates, but not so long that they knew everything about her.

(Y/n) joined the Heart Pirates after aiding Law with intel that he needed about someone he was “researching.” During the process of this, she got caught up with the conflicts of whoever Law was looking into, and was taken hostage. While in hostage, the person pressed her for information of who was after them, how she knew all of their info, who was her informant? Despite the pressure, and the fear of looming death, she did not give out any answers. She chose against ratting out the Heart Pirates. At that moment, she was sure she was gonna die either way. If she gave out the information, the Heart Pirates were sure to come after her. If they were to get a hold of her, she’d have to answer to the Surgeon of Death. However, if she didn’t give out the answers, the man who was holding her hostage could kill her. So naturally, she picked the lesser of the two evils. Her mouth was staying shut. Like hell was she going to answer to Trafalgar Law of all people. She sat back and recalled that day.

She was held in a damp, dim, humid room. She wasn’t too sure on how long she had been there, but it was probably half a day. The interrogation started out like all of them did with questions and threats. After the first few hours of not speaking punches began to be thrown, and weapons were soon pulled out. Somebody’s hasty, she thought to herself as the interrogation took turns for the worst faster than she had anticipated. It was clear the man she had sold out was in a hurry. He was scared. How he found out it was her that sold his information, she didn’t know. All she knew was that this guy found out, and now he was mad and had a dagger. He kept questioning, each unanswered question he got a couple cuts in. Midquestion, a commotion outside the door started. Yelling ensued, then things breaking and then a panicked, “Boss, we have visitors.” The man interrogating you paused his mild torture, faltering as he stepped towards the door, like he was weighing his options. Would he stay in this room, or deal with the inevitable of being confronted by the man who seemed out his information, Trafalgar Law. He turned to the girl who was sitting in the chair. Her hands were tied in front of her, and her feet were tied together. “You,” He pointed an accusatory finger, “this is all your fault!” and you know, he was right, it was all her fault. She gave the intel for a very pretty penny, but how was she suppose to know she was going to get kidnapped and interrogated. How did they even know it was her who gave the intel? Questions zoomed through her head as he stormed towards her with the dagger in his hand. He held it to her throat. “I oughta kill you right here, right now. A life for a life.” The cool edge of the shaky blade pressed into her skin, nicking her in the slightest due to his unsteady hands. Then, with a sharp slice, her warm sticky blood poured down her neck. An involuntary gasp ripped from her throat as she felt the blood gather at the neckline of her shirt, soaking it. This is it, she thought, Here’s where I die. But before he could cut any deeper, the door to the room burst open. A warm yellow light illuminated the room from the hall outside. A tall figure stood in the doorway. It stormed over to the man, grabbing him by the back of his collar, turning him around. The warm light from the hallway casted across the face of the figure, it was none other than Trafalgar Law. Law craned down to the man’s height, paying the woman tied to the chair no mind, “I believe you have something I want,” he said in a low gruff voice. The man trembled in his grasp. “Now why don’t we take a little trip to your laboratory,” Trafalgar Law dragged the man out of the room, leaving the woman in there alone. It was a quick few minutes before she realized she was gonna have to free herself, and this was her only chance.

She looked around the room and spotted the dagger that the man had dropped near the doorway. Seeing her chance of escape, she scooted the chair towards the entrance. She grabbed the knife with her feet. Reaching down with her tied hands, she cut the ropes that bound her. Whoever tied her up did a really shitty job. Finally free, she prepared herself to escape. Dagger in hand, the silver of the blade glinting as she gazed upon the object. She couldn’t help but notice the blood on the edge from the man attempting to slit her throat. She tried to pay no mind to the wet sticky pain that was starting to raidiate down her neck and into her collarbones. Pushing the pain aside, she made her way through the place, careful to avoid anyone who might be lurking. Once she made it out, she let out a sigh of relief. Barefoot and bleeding, she decided she should probably take the alleyways home. She would hate to scare oncoming bypassers, or god forbid someone contact the authorities. Slipping into the alley, she started to make her way home before a voice cut through the night, “And where do you think you’re going?” Her head whipped around, gripping the dagger that she held in her hand. That voice was the one of Trafalgar Law. She met the man’s golden eyes. She quickly took in his appearance. When she first gave him the intel she had noticed his height, but she also wasn’t fearing for her life at the time. The weight of impending doom really added a foot or two to his appearance. “I didn’t tell them anything,” she breathed. “I didn’t say a word, I swear.” The words tumbled out of her mouth, and her voice didn’t sound like hers as it bounced off the alleyway walls. He took a step closer to her, “I know, but I still can’t let you go. You’re hurt, let me look at it,” he stepped closer. Her mouth felt as if it were filled with cotton. She took a step back, “I’m fine,” she gritted while taking one more step back, trying to put enough distance between them just so she’d have a chance of running away. She was just interrogated and borderline tortured, if she had known what the intentions were behind the wanted intel, she would’ve denied the offer. Besides, it wasn’t like the intel was collected for malice in the first place. (Y/n) had a goal, and that goal was to collect the most information she could, and write it all down into a book. This extended from histories of islands, pirates, doctors, scientists, government officials. Few people knew about her knowledges of the world and it’s inhabitants. Every now and then she would get someone wanting some information, and if the price was right she’d give it to them. She never thought it would lead to this, cornered in an alleyway by the Surgeon of Death himself. “I’m a doctor,” Law’s voice echoed off the walls as he slowly stepped forward towards her, like he was trying to approach a scared stray, careful not to spook it. His hands were held out in front of him, as if he meant no harm, however the word ‘DEATH’ tattooed across both his hands stated otherwise.

“I know good and well who and what you are.” Unintentional venom laced her words. She knew all about the reputation that seemed to proceed him. She had done her research whenever she came across his wanted poster a year ago. She never thought she would cross paths with him, he was just another name in her book for the longest time.

“Then you know it’s in your best interest if you just come with me.” With that last sentence from him, she falsely dropped her guard, muttering a small okay. She didn’t think this tactic was going to work, but as soon as she saw him relax his stance, she bolted. Running through the alleyway with no shoes seemed to be a difficult task, impeding her usual speed. Trying her best to avoid glass and nails, she darted in between the buildings, and in and out of the alleyways. She had the advantage, she knew this city. The poorly maintained asphalt stung, but she had no other choice but to ignore it if she wanted to get away.

She finally was able to duck behind a building after what felt like an eternity of turning down random streets and alleys. She leaned against the bricks to catch her breath, gripping the dagger in her hand. Her heartbeat was in her ears, she could feel the blood rushing through every vein. She stilled and tried to stay quiet, the only sound leaving her was a shaky exhale. The adrenaline slightly wore off as the silence of the night settled. The events of the night really started to set into her body. Her arms and legs aches, her lungs burned, her throat was on fire. Despite the pain setting in, she thought she had gotten away by some miracle, but a second later the same low voice she was running from bounced around her again. “You really think you could get away from me that easily?” His voice echoed, giving it a more sinister sound than what he had intended. She met his eyes. She didn’t know if it was the adrenaline making her analyze her situation in full detail, or if she was just delusional, but she found herself taking in every detail of his presence. The eyes that held her eye contact were golden. He had a lean figure, and was undoubtedly in shape. The moonlight poured over his figure, casting an intimidating shadow as he now stood in front of her. She noted the yellow button up that was halfway buttoned, showing a glimpse of the tattoo on his chest. He had on jeans that had spots on them, and a white hat that shared those same spots. Draped over his shoulders was a long navy coat. If she wasn’t running from him, she could’ve admitted that he was quite an attractive man, but in her head he was trying to catch her so he could kill her.

Her grip on the handle of the dagger tightened before hurling it in Law’s direction. The blade rotated in the air before hitting Law in the shoulder. The way the dagger was thrown would’ve been deemed as impressive by him if he wasn’t on the receiving end of the throw. He quickly pulled the dagger out of his shoulder, and threw it to the ground before chasing after her, once again. This time she was only able to make it a few blocks before he finally tackled her to the ground against the rough concrete. She felt the skin of her knees and elbows scrape against the asphalt, surely breaking the skin. Heart racing, and body trembling, the woman underneath him had no choice but to accept her fate. “You’ll be coming with me,” he growled at her, bitterness lacing his tone. He pulled her up and off the ground then led her to the dock on the bay. His grip was more than enough of a reminder that there was nowhere she could go.

The walk to the submarine was silent, and the man next to her was not giving off a very welcoming energy considering he was taking her against her will. Blood slightly bled through his shirt where the dagger had hit him. He walked her down the dock, and onto a yellow submarine that had ‘DEATH’ written on the side of it. Well how lovely is that? She thought to herself. His firm grip on her upper arm never faltered as he guided her down the hallways of the submarine. Several of his crew members moved aside to make way for the two of them to walk down the hall. It was like a walk of shame. Once they reached the end of the hall, he opened a door. The sterile smell of rubbing alcohol and latex filled her nose, as the bright white lights poured out of the room. It was an examination room. “Sit,” he pointed to the examination table. Having no other choice, that’s exactly what she did, she sat.

Without another word, he started inspecting her injuries. He lifted her chin to get a better look at her neck. “This will need stitches,” he said flatly. He examined the other scrapes and cuts on her body. The adrenaline wore off long ago, and pain radiated from her toes to her head. He cleaned the area and prepped his needle. The stitching process was painful. She sharply inhaled when he stuck the needle through. “Be still,” he commanded, “It’ll only hurt worse if you move.” She had to force herself not to flinch at the needle stitching up her wound. Finally having her still, and in front of him, Law couldn’t deny that (Y/n) was very attractive. The way her hair framed her face, the way she held herself with such self assurance. Fear still resided in her pretty eyes, as she stayed as still as possible while he stitched. He ended up doing seven stitches, the cut was sure to leave a scar to adorn her pretty neck. He cleaned the other wounds and bandaged them up. It was silent in that exam room, and then finally he broke the silence. “Why did you run away?” He asked her. She looked at him like asked the stupidest question, and in some way he did. Who wouldn’t run away from the Surgeon of Death? His reputation alone was enough to make a grown man fall to his knees, and she had literally just seen a grown man fall to his knees at the hand of him. After weighing her response, she broke the silence, “Dying wasn’t on my agenda once I got out of there,” her voice quiet, but not weak.

“Why would I kill you?” He asked her. Again, another incredulous look was thrown at him. Was he not aware of the grumbling that went along with his name?

“For knowing too much?” She answered, in a duh tone.

“You don’t know anymore than you did whenever I approached you for intel. I had some of my men go through your files, you have some very impressive intel on multiple pirates including the warlords and emperors. Where do you get all that?”

“Verified sources,” she simply answered, not letting onto her process of gathering information. There was another silence before she broke it this time. “Listen, if you’re going to kill me, just go ahead and make it quick. Medical torture really doesn’t sound appealing.”

He chuckled lightly at this, but it was not one of humor, “I’m not gonna kill you, but I’m definitely not letting you go either. I know what you’re working on, and I want your intel. Join my crew.” It wasn’t a question, it was a demand, and by the way he was talking to her that was very obvious.

“What’s in it for me?” She inquired like she had a choice.

“You can do some more of your research, and we could use your intel,” He stated like it was obvious. “Everybody wins.” Unfortunately, he was right. Going island to island would be great for her research, and it would give her an opportunity to get first count perspective about the things she was writing about. For a pirate, the information that she held would be very helpful, they would never go into a situation blind. However, being a pirate was not appealing. If she joined the Heart Pirates, she’d surely be wanted, especially with the information that she had collected over the years. She had been able to keep the things that she knew on the low, only occasionally being visited by certain people who wanted intel, but the intel always came at a price. It was a very hush-hush thing. Putting aside the fact that she knew more than most about what was going on in the world, she was just an ordinary woman with no devil fruit, no haki, how was she supposed to be a wanted woman? After mulling over his words, she finally spoke up, “I don’t think you know what I do. I’m gathering information to add to a book. I am not a pirate. I don’t have any fighting techniques, I would die as soon as we hit the battlefield. I will slow you down, no information is worth dying for, or putting your crew in danger for,” she argued, trying to convince herself if she made herself look like a burden, she would be let go.

“Your knowledge outweighs your weaknesses,” he stated. He wasn’t budging on this matter. “Join my crew, and you’ll get to gain more knowledge about the world. Think about the intel you could get if you were traveling the seas?” Once again, he did make a very good point.

“What if I say no?” She asked, wondering if he’d confirm her suspicions. A pregnant silence fell over the room again. She knew she wasn’t getting out of this one, and this just might be the death of her.

“You don’t want to say no.” He left it at that, and finished cleaning her wounds and patching her up.

That was six months ago. Six months of being on this submarine. Six months ago and she still didn’t feel as if she belonged, still felt as if she served no purpose. Sure after the first month, her crew mates started to adore her with her little jokes and random fun facts, but what was she really doing out on the open ocean? She sat there pondering until a voice ripped her out of her head. “You enjoying the Principles of Neurology?” It was her dear captain. She didn’t know he had been standing there, watching her unmovingly stare at the same page. She looked up at him, and then back down at the page she had been staring at for what felt like forever. “Sure, I’m having a blast learning about…The Neurology of Aging,” she read out the chapter name.

“What are you doing down here?” her captain asked her, curiosity lacing his tone.

“This is my secret hiding place, don’t tell the others,” she mused at him. Their relationship was very professional, and in fact for the first month and a half she was on the Polar Tang, she hardly said a word to him outside of him asking for information about various people and places. It’s not like she had a choice or not to be on the damned submarine. It still didn’t feel quite right to be there, but in the past few months she had started to let her guard down. She always addressed her captain with a professional tone, but every now and then she’d throw in a bit of a playful tone, and most times he would entertain her antics. “What are you doing down here?” she asked. She looked at her captain, taking in his appearance. She couldn’t lie, he was a very attractive man. Whenever she would have thoughts like this she would kick herself. She would remind herself who he was. He was her captain, and that’s all that was.

He looked down at her, discreetly looking her up and down, “I was looking for you. I would like to discuss some information about an island we will be arriving to in the next few days. There is an epidemic there and I will need all the information you have on the island, and the citizens so that we can take the proper precautions upon arrival.” His voice echoed off the metal walls.

“Oh okay, let me go up and grab my notes,” She said as she got up from her box, folding the blanket and placing the Neurology book on top.

“Meet me in my office,” he ordered, as he turned to go up the ladder. She made her way into her bunk and pulled out a notebook and a binder filled with stuff about all the islands she knew about. They were organized by North Blue, South Blue, East Blue, West Blue, Grandline, and New World. She gathered all her things and made her way towards Captain Law’s office.

She entered the Captain’s Quarters with a binder that was bursting at the seams, holding all her notes. As she walked in she took in her surroundings. It wasn’t the first time she had been in the Captain’s Quarters, but everytime she had been in there it was only for a brief period, usually dropping off files and papers from her research. Papers were stacked high on his desk, and there were files and books scattered across the room. It was messy, but it was not dirty. The room smelled like paper, ink, and Law.

She made her way over to his desk and started to flip through her binder. The binder was as full as it could be, and while the different places were organized, the contents of the binder within her neatly divided sections were scrawls of writing and small sketches here and there. “So, where we going?” She asked, beaming. She loved talking about all the things she had researched. She loved gathering information and putting it all together. Her goal was to write a full encyclopedia on the world and maybe one day she could write about the One Piece, if it was ever found. Without looking up, Law answered, “Bronze Island.” She was aware of the location, and she was also very aware of the disease that spread through the island, almost 60% of cases were fatal.

She flipped to the section where the island’s information was found, hesitantly inhaling before stating, “Uhh… I don’t think you want to go there.” Law looked up at her for the first time since she had entered his office, feigning annoyance behind his eyes. “I do think I want to go there,” He countered. She didn’t argue with him, he was the captain after all, but this island was being raided by pestilence.

“This disease has a high mortality rate, and it’s more contagious than the common cold. It’s an airborne disease. It spread mostly through bodily fluids,” she spouted off. “The island has poor air quality which just adds to the mix, making the citizens’ immune systems weaker. The island’s government is riddled with corrupt officials. There have been many uprisings staged, but none of them have aided in the ridding of the corrupt officials,” She set the paper in front of her captain. “If you have any questions, let me know. I’ll leave the rest of these pages to you,” she took a stack of papers out of the binder and laid them on his desk. There must have been at least 20 of them. The pages consisted of information about the epidemic, information on the citizens, as well the island officials. Law looked through the papers, before setting them back down. She used that as her cue to leave, and went towards the door, “Just let me know when you’re done with them.”

“Where are you going?” He asked her as if it were normal for her to stay. He never asked her to stay after giving him her research. He usually just looked at them and returned them. They shared eye contact for a split second before he answered her unasked question of why. “I’m going to need your help on this one.” Without replying, she turned back towards him and sat in a chair that was in front of his desk. The chair was hardly broken in, and it was obvious her captain didn’t really enjoy visitors all that much in his study, unless necessary. A dull sense of pride bubbled up inside of her, hearing that he needed her help. For a second she was able to push aside the feeling of not belonging on this ship. Her captain picked up the pages that she had given him and handed them back to her. “Let’s start with the island officials.” (Y/n) flipped through the papers getting to the officials section of her research, and started spouting off the names and the roles they played within the island’s government. She didn’t know what her captain was planning, nor did she think she wanted to know what he was planning. She was still new to this pirate thing, new to the notion that sometimes some people will get hurt in the crossfire. Hell, she was almost one of those people.

Brushing off her thoughts she skimmed across the paper, coming across some grammatical errors. “Captain Law?” A comfortable softness laced her tone as he caught her eyes. He had never heard her voice sound so sweet, so warm. His heart almost melted. “Could I borrow a pencil?” She asked him, holding his gaze with hers. He mumbled a quick of course before holding the object towards her. She reached out to take it, the tips of her fingers brushing his. When they touched, a jolt of electricity shocked them both. His golden eyes met hers once again, but lingered for a second too long this time. Long enough for her eyes to travel down to his lips, and then back up to his eyes. It felt as if time stood still. It felt like it was the first time she had really taken a good look at her captain since that night 3 months ago. She pulled her attention away, muttering a quick thank you as she took the pencil, hoping the lighting in his office didn’t capture the slight pink dusting her cheeks. She internally kicked herself for letting her eyes travel, for letting herself put him on a pedestal in her mind, even if it was only for a split second. It was wrong in so many ways, she couldn’t let herself think about him in that way. She couldn’t let her guard down. Mutually ignoring their little moment, they both resumed to what they were doing.

After about 2 hours of going through the information about the island and it’s government, as well as its citizens, they wrapped up their work. “Would you like me to leave you these papers?” She asked him. Without looking up from all of the notes that he had taken, he let a single, “Yes,” fall from his lips. She nodded, and put the papers on his desk. “If you have any questions, you know where to find me,” As she was about to make her exit, she heard her name being called. She turned her head to look at her captain, unintentionally savoring the way her name rolled off his tongue. “Thank you for the help,” he said smoothly, hesitating before continuing, “And if you ever need a place to hide, don’t hesitate to come in here to read or to finish your research.” She smiled and nodded her head as the feeling of belonging settled in her core for the second time that night. “Thank you, if you ever need anymore help I’m more than happy to do so,” she replied trying to sound as professional as possible in order to combat the warm feeling that was starting to bubble in her stomach. She turned on her heel and made her way back to her bunk.

That night, against her will, her thoughts were consumed by her captain and the moment they had shared. She felt guilty feeling this way, it wasn’t right to feel borderline giddy as she recalled such minor events. Sure, maybe their fingers touched, and maybe he made her feel like she belonged for once, but it was a moral dilemma just waiting to happen. Internally, she berated herself for even thinking about her captain in that way. Despite her self berating, she let her thoughts drift to her captain as she stared at the metal ceiling. There was a comfortable air around him, one she didn’t like to acknowledge that often. He felt safe, but she knew he could be dangerous. He seemed sane, but she knew he wasn’t. She was aware the longer she stayed with the Heart Pirates the more she let her guard down, and that included Law. She surely was trusted if he was offering to share his quiet space. She thought about how he offered it to her, with softer words than his usual tone. No matter how hard she tried to shake the doctor from her thoughts she couldn’t. That night, she went to sleep with Trafalgar Law taking up the space where her dreams usually lay.

Down the hall, in the captain quarters, Law mulled over what he had said to her before she left the room. It wasn’t like him to just offer someone a place in his study like that. Law worked alone. It was his space. That was the one place he was guaranteed to get some peace and quiet. What was even more strange was that he didn’t even regret offering his space to her. In fact, he was hoping that she would take him up on it and spend her time there instead of in the boiler room. He pushed his thoughts away, rationalizing his offer as just an excuse to gather more of the information she held. If she were to come to the office for peace and quiet, it was inevitable for her to work there too. He told himself that was the real reason he had offered it, rather not acknowledging the warmth he felt when he was around her. He pushed his thoughts away and buried himself in his work for the night, every now and then thinking about his crew member. The feeling that was tugging in his chest would have to be for another day.

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@drakulana 2023 // i do not give permission to copy, translate, or repost without my consent

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pairing: idol!haechan x reader genre: fluff, established relationship word count: 395 note: my first piece of work😔 this is scary… sorry if it sucks😝

It had been a long day impatiently waiting for Haechan to come home from tour. 3 long months of only calls and texts, missing him like crazy while not being able to cuddle him to sleep made you upset. You knew what you were getting into when you agreed to date an idol, but that still didn't make him leaving for tour any easier.

Just as you were about to fall asleep on the couch you heard the keys turn the lock of your guys' shared apartment, Smiling as you finally saw your boyfriend in person after so many months apart. You quickly walk up to him and give him a massive hug. "Hi baby." Haechan greets happily with a hint of tiredness in his voice. You say nothing as you fear your voice might fail you from the stray tears falling down your wet cheeks, so you squeeze him as a silent response. "Did i wake you?" he asks before adding "I'm sorry if I did, love." "No you didn't, don't worry." you smile sweetly before leaning in to give him the kiss you've been wishing you could give him for months now. "How about we go to bed so you can rest?" "I like that idea." he smiles in response

You take his hand in yours and lead him to your shared bedroom. Once you reached the door, you lead him inside so he can change into comfortable sleep wear. As he's getting changed you speak up softly "I missed you a lot." Haechan turns to look at you all cozy in bed waiting for him, he smiles before he says "I missed you too." He makes his way towards you, so you open the blanket up so he can join you. You curl up next to him and let out a sigh of relief, you could finally sleep in peace with him next to you. You feel him snake his tanned arm around your waist giving you a sweet kiss to the apple of your cheek. "I love you." He says but gets no response as you're already knocked out from his warmth. He smiles before closing his eyes deciding to sleep so he can show you all the pictures he took of beautiful sceneries which reminded him of you, hoping one day he could take you to a few of them.

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𐙚 AQUARIUM DATES — PERCY JACKSON .ᐟ ˚⋆. ˚ ₊ · ͟͟͞͞➳ ꒰ percy jackson x gn!reader — a riordanverse fic ꒱

— ordered﹔yes / no — ingredients﹔just fluffy whipped cream, and purpose use of lowercase alphabet soup — wc﹔395 — recipe﹔based off this blurb from my old side blog - i pretty much just extended it a bit — cassie's tea time﹔did i steal the moodboards from my old side blog? yes, yes i did. i was too lazy to make more. i wish this could've been longer, but imma not put it as a blurb because icba to. anyway, order's are open, so feel free to fill em' up!!

﹙the cafe // dishes // menu // barista board﹚

aquarium dates with percy jackson were like dipping into cool water after a scorching day — refreshing and exhilarating. you can easily recall your first ever date with percy, how it basically became a tradition. every visit felt like the first.

considering percy was a child of poseidon, he always had a special connection with the marine life, his abilities allowing him to communicate with the creatures in ways others couldn't. he'd linger for a bit at each tank — sharing secrets with the fish, exchanging silent words with the dolphins, and making the sea turtles laugh. he talked to them until you had to drag him away as he pouted. people often shot curious glances your way, but neither of you minded; these were moments you'd never forget. especially that one time when a dolphin splashed percy at an open tank.

whenever you wanted to capture a photo, percy would give a sly grin and secretly ask the animals to pose just right for the camera. your pictures always turned out perfect – the jellyfish floating gracefully, and the stingrays spreading their wings wide. percy’s little trick always made your shots seem almost enchanted.

one time, during a visit to the touch pool, percy gently nudged a starfish towards your hand. "he likes you," percy whispered, and you could've sworn the starfish seemed to cling a little longer to your fingers, as if acknowledging percy’s words.

every corner of the aquarium held a memory for you both: the giant octopus that percy swore was winking at him, the playful sea otters that always seemed to perform their best tricks when you both were watching, and the graceful sharks that circled their tanks. even the staff started to recognise you two, often greeting you with smiles or asking if you wanted extra food to feed the animals.

percy would wrap his arm around you as you both walked through the shark tunnels, casually whistling like you didn't notice while you giggled.

leaving was always the hardest part. percy would groan as you gently tugged him away from his underwater friends, promising he'd be back soon. his disappointment was somewhat endearing, and you found yourself laughing at his exaggerated sighs and sassy eye rolls. "we'll be back soon." you assure him, his pouts softening into smiles.

these dates were more than just visits to an aquarium.

— i hope you enjoyed your meal! kisses from jvpiterzs <3 — cafe guest list﹔ @44lewico