#Also the difference between heart eyes and nosebleeds

[sweettsubaki]

Ok I like characters getting better as much as the next person but every time a fic tries to tackle Sanji's sexism problem it just takes me out completely.

Like not every time obviously, but so many people seem to like...Not understand it ?

For one thing, part of it is linked to Oda's own sexism and the general sexism of the series (highly lessened in a lot of places thanks to Oda being an actual good writer who cares about his characters but it's still there) which means most characters are somewhat sexists (yes even Zoro king of I'll cut up anything and my childhood girl best friend could have been the greatest swordsman). So the fact that they usually just focus on Sanji but keep the rest kind of weirds me out.

Then there's the common "the girls don't like you back because your special treatment makes them uncomfortable" often answered with something along the lines of "but I respect them, I think they can do no wrong".

Which is so wrong on so many levels. Not the idea itself, but its application to Sanji. Like, he doesn't want to get anything out of those women (except seeing them naked and being stomped on but we're not getting into his kinks here). He does believe women are better than men...which includes him. So at no point does he want or expect anything other than being able to serve them which is part of why Oda focuses his development on his own self worth rather than anything else.

That boy does not have the self worth to actually try to flirt with anyone with the expectation that something could come out of it.

So like...Not wrong per se but this advice is very much a "missing the forest for the trees" kind of situation. He also does consider them to be people with their own wants and personalities.

Then there's the Nami/Robin part of it. Because people seem to think that they aren't close and that it's because of Sanji's behavior ? So first things first, they are close. They can have conversations and have fun even if Sanji will put them ahead of everything and everyone including himself (I'll touch on that bit in the part after this one). And like while he always agrees with the ladies BECAUSE they're ladies and it is an issue, he still like...listens to them ? And does think they're right most of the time (he'll also say it when he truly disagrees with something, like he did in Water 7).

- Let's start with Robin who behaves toward him the same way she behaves toward the east blue crew + Chopper, aka all the kids (yes, again, including Zoro, just because he's calmer doesn't mean he isn't also just a dumb kid). She entertains their excentricities in a way different to the way she treats the other adults. Sanji and her are actually fairly close because thay have a similar personality (and now they both know they also have similar backstories too). While he puts a big horny and romantic flourish over everything, he basically just treats her similarly to how he would have treated Reiju (how he did treat her in WCI) had they not been on different "teams".

- Then we have Nami. And I find it the funniest because she also has a bias toward women. A slightly different one sure (because they don't have the same issues) and it's also something I'll go over in the next part but it is a parallel between them that's pretty important and people often act like it's non existent and does not play a role in their relationship. Now they're both friends and before they met Vivi they were the most "mature" of the crew, the caretakers, and this is something that bonded them pretty early on. So yeah they're not the closest and Nami doesn't understand Sanji perfectly (that's part of why she needed to be in the WCI part as opposed to most of the Dressrosa/Wano crew) because they have basically similar symptoms but different reasons for these symptoms to exist, one of them being their self worth. It does not mean that they're not close or even friends. And because of Nami's own bias she has no problem taking advantage of Sanji's simping even if she can get a bit annoyed during serious situations and she has no problem telling him off when she wants to. So she actually encourages him and plays with his simping. And most of the time they're both fine with it. It's not one sided ! They're basically in a symbiotic relationship at this point....

Now let's talk about double standards and lack of them. Nami and Sanji both treat women better than they treat men (tho Sanji goes pretty girls first then other women, then boys while Nami just generally prefers women). Nami would give girls her treasures while making sure the men are indebted until even after their deaths.

So like...way better. That's why it's not just "treat them less like goddesses, more like people" or "this is the way to get girls to like you" problems.

Sanji's relationships with other men aren't "better" than those with the girls, and especially not because he treats them more "equally" than he does women. Like...Sanji is a brat, an asshole. He's closed off and emotional at the same time. He believes no man deserves women and especially not himself. He's kind but he's not particularly nice. He'll still protect and feed other men and just generally take care of them but he'll be mean about it.

And that's the thing, he's generally different in his overall words and attitude, but not really in his actions with a few exceptions. Like in chapter 700, he'll still make Onigiri for Law who doesn't want bread aka doesn't want sandwiches and he'll cut tiny sandwiches so Momo's tiny dragon hands can eat them normally despite being an ass toward them half the time.

Women aren't the only ones who get tailored help. He just does it with heart eyes for women and for the men he does it while insulting them.

His level of closeness is the about the same between men and women and the difference depend more on how the others chose to take him at face value than their gender. Because he hides from everyone and feels empathy for many others (event if he often won't admit it). It's the main difference between his relationship with Nami/Viví and Robin. Because Robin and Sanji have clown to clown communication.

I've reblogged this post recently, about how Sanji's empathy is directly linked to how he treats women, how "Sanji has an understanding that sometimes a woman has to lie." is linked more to his trauma and empathy than sexism tho that's how it manifests. You can add that the way he treated Usopp in Water 7 was actually fairly close to those too.

Also generally you have people who are either team "he's sexist because of his mom and sister" or "he's sexist because of Zeff" and it's kinda...weird ? Like it's both. Zeff offered him a way to channel his trauma and the way his sister and mom play into it plus because Sanji doesn't do things by halves, he went ahead and ran with it way too far.

So yeah Sanji has a sexism problem but so many fics (and fans in general) tend to see it as the cause of his behavior and not just a symptom of a different problem which is that his self worth is worse than that of a twig and his sexism is part of a coping mechanism for his trauma.

[gatorbites-imagines]

uhhh maybe sanji uh tied up and uh desperate becos uhm he wants to touch you so bad but he's forced to just sit there and watch UHHH or not yknow that's cool you're cool I'm cool with it yeah

Sanji Vinsmoke x male reader

Ficlet

I swear I go insane whenever someone adds Sanji getting a nosebleed in fics. Barking and snarling.

Sanji was seated on his knee upon the unforgiving wooden floor of your shared bedroom on the sunny, something given to the two of you when you started dating. The décor was a mixture of your interests, something that normally brought Sanji so much joy to look at. From his cooking books and notes and his neatly folded suits and other clothes. To your weapons hanging on the walls or leaning in a corner, as your different gis and compression clothes strewn about with less care.

You were a martial artist and weapon expert, someone Luffy had looked at and immediately wanted you on his crew. It might also have been because you were the only person on the island that offered your captain food, as everyone else there seemed to despise outsiders. There didn’t go a day Sanji didn’t thank the gods for Luffy being so insistent for you to join, as it meant Sanji got to meet you and fawn over your muscular body every single day.

Sanji’s mouth tasted like blood as he audibly gulped, his throat giving a click as he tasted the blood that ran from his nose and down across his lips. His nose had been bleeding since the moment you tied his arms up with one of your weapons, the sturdy chain of your well cared for kusarigama woven tightly around Sanji’s wrists and up his arms.

His eyes might as well be heart shaped as he panted, small not fully formed begs leaving his lips as his eyes ran hungrily across your body as you splayed across the bed, your upper body propped up by pillows. The way you laid was very intentional, meant to show off your hard muscles and heavily scarred body as much as possible.

You could see the full body shiver that runs through Sanji as you rub your hands across your chest and stomach, loosely gripping your half hard length and giving it a slight squeeze. Not enough to do much for you, feeling wise, but just enough to make Sanji keen in want, his strong legs twitching with the need to jump up and fling himself at you.

Something about being together with Sanji always made you feel so attractive and wanted, no matter what you wore or what you did, he always seemed to appreciate what he was seeing. Even post battles, when you would be covered in grime and blood, your Gi torn in multiple places and that feral battle seeking glint in your eyes, Sanji would still look at you like you hung the stars. You quickly found out he quite like your post battle adrenaline too, as it always left him limping in the best way.

“please, please, please… my love, please let me touch you” he whines, his voice at a higher pitch as he leans forwards, leaning almost far enough to have him tumbling forwards, his nosebleed dripping off his chin and leaving a puddle on the floor. Sanji almost looked starved, like you were a full course meal, and he had gone without food for weeks.

A soft, almost taunting chuckle leaves your lips, your hands and fingers teasing at your thick muscular pecs, flicking at your nipples in a way you know Sanji so loves to do. Instead of getting up, you just sigh and melt deeper into the pillows, head tilting to the side as if Sanji was just another piece of furniture, and as if his begs didn’t have arousal rushing through you like the bloodlust you always gained in battle.

The chains wrapped around Sanji’s arms creaked as he pulled against them, your lover panting open mouthed, his eyes hooded and pupils so blown it almost swallowed all the blue of his irises. He looked like a mess, his white button up half undone, his equally white undershirt stained with blood at the collar from his nosebleed running down his neck and meeting the fabric.

His black pants did little to hide the raging bulge between his thighs, the tight fabric only seeming to torture Sanji further as his hips twitched and jolted, seeking any type of friction.

With another chuckle, you finally pushed yourself up, scooting towards the edge of the bed. Sanji was kneeling just far enough away to not be able to touch you, even as he whined and tried to lean forwards to do so. “You want it?” you ask, as if the question isn’t clear, as you wrap one of your scarred callused hands around the base of your cock, giving it a slow stroke as if tempting and taunting your lover.

His begs barely make sense, jumbled up vowels as Sanji’s eyes grow misty, as if his inability to touch you is about to bring him to tears. Biting into your bottom lip, you aim your shaft towards him, giving it another long stroke. Sanjis hungry eyes are locked on the gesture, his pink tongue licking at his lip subconsciously, as if tasting you and savoring it.

Seeming to have decided that his verbal begs wont work, Sanji peeks up from under his blonde bangs. His mouth opens, and his tongue flattens as he sticks it out as far as possible as he leans forwards, stretching his neck to try and catch your tip across his tastebuds.

Seeing Sanji so desperate to touch you has a jolt of want to shoot up your spine, leaving your head feeling heady and filled with cotton. “Such a desperate pervert…” you mumble, your voice teasing and breathless, the debauched expression on his face only making your toes curl, as you could have never imagined someone would look at you this way.

A shaky exhale leaves you as he simply nods, agreeing to your statement. Normally you two poke jokes at each other like that, and hed have shot something back at you for calling him a pervert, but here and now, all Sanji seems to care about is the possibility of getting your cock in his mouth, and to taste you upon his palate.

With a feeling of heat curling in your gut, you huff out a breath through your nostrils, the same move you always do before battle, readying yourself for an experience. And being with Sanji really was an experience. Especially as he noisily moaned as you start stroking yourself faster, his eyes locked desperately on the slick movements of your scarred hand upon your shaft, a mixture of drool and blood dripping from his tongue onto the floor, as well as running down his chin.

[swamiiyasssss]

General HCs: Simon 'Ghost' Riley 😘

M/F dynamics. Reader is Female. No GN, sorry!

NSFW/SFW ( mostly NSFW ngl 💀)

Starting off strong, man is a chronic pussy slapper. Like, he can't get enough of it, the way your clit is so puffy and soft, and loves the way your eyes roll back at the slight sting from his fingers 😮‍💨

Has about two pet names for you: 'love' and 'princess'. Ik brits call each other 'love' platonically as well, so if he sees any of the 141 calling u that as well..... let's just say looks can kill.....

I think he'd actually like to get with someone who's in the military with him, and shares the same experiences. That doesn't mean hes not scolding you, or worried about you getting in harms way.

Also i'd like to imagine both of you are lieutenants.

The power struggle...The sexual tension, it can cut steel. Everyone at briefing is always confused.

" 10 quid they're gonna fuck by next week." Soap whispers to Gaz.

"20 quid they're gonna kill eachother." Gaz rolls his eyes.

But when you lovebirds do get past the initial disagreement, you're all over eachother.

Simon loves marking you, especially between your thighs. Sucking on the supple flesh, leaving hickies, bitemarks of different purple shades, so that only he can see it.

You got a bit of a blood kink ngl. Simon's the type of fella who gets nosebleeds every two minutes, so you're always straddling him, cleaning his nose with a tissue, doting over him.

"You look so hot right now.." You admit. He smirks. "You're sick."

DAD-BOD SIMON. I REPEAT, DAD-BOD SIMON😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏🙏

He's still fit, don't get me wrong, still all muscle and ab's, but he just has a bit of glorious pudge on his stomach, and way his thighs are so thick, it leave an ache between your thighs after every time you two fuck.

You got a raging voice kink too. His gruff, sultry, deep voice can get you off in a minute. Senior Citizen Simon is definitely oblivious tho.

But he....im imagining an ethnic reader...He definitely has a voice kink too. The wonders your native tongue does to him, oh, he could listen to you talk for hours.

Although Simon's is a true bred Englishman who needs his cup of classic English tea, he actually prefers your homecountry's special type of tea( if you have one.) Call it Chai, Po Cha, Cha Yen, Matcha, Bubble tea, Teh Tarik, Touareg/Maghrebi Tea, anything!!!! ( My man is Welsh, and he adores chai, so a bit of inspiration from there 🥰)

Is unsure about the whole kids thing at first, but that's all over when he finds out you want him to put a whole baby in you. No, seriously, he short-circuits one day when you whispered into his ear. "Wanna help make me a mommy, Simon?" Immediately ditches the stupid condoms, and straight up breeds you. Retirement never looked so promising.

"Can't wait to see you swollen and full of me, darling." He grips onto your thighs. "Waiting for the mini-you's running around the house. God I hope they get your stubborn heart."

It's hard for the both of you to leave your military habits at the door, so the bedroom becomes a warzone. Both of you are raging switches, constantly fighting, and giving in to each other's dominations. Ugh, it's a beautiful struggle.

Definitely a Motorcycle guy. And with your obv mask kink, he likes to sometimes fuck you in his Motorcycle helmet. Usually his ghost mask, but sometimes one needs a change.

But it's an unspoken agreement to never put his mask on around you when you two are alone. Its his way of showing his affection, his vulnerability towards you and only you. He's already insecure as it is, but when you're with him, all his problems disappear.

That's all! Please leave comments, reposts, and likes. Love you pookies 😘😘😘😘😘💋💋💋💋

[arrowheadedbitch]

Okay, okay, you know that pic someone made of you au where Tim is catatonic from underuse of his powers?

Can I gift you a drabble that I got inspired writing? Because I wrote this while I was at work and I need to share it with you!!! I had a random spike of inspiration 🤣🤣🤣

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You know, Tim is usually careful about these things - using his powers for a few minutes a day to avoid random visions from entering his mind.

Right now, though, he could feel the pull of multiverses asking for his attention.

Is this his fault? Yes. But is he going to accept that it's his fault that he focused on solving cases instead of taking care of his overall wellbeing? OF COURSE NOT!!! He'd blame the multiverse, because the multiverse won't leave him alone.

It's probably the cape. Chicks and the multiverse digs the cape TOO MUCH, apparently. Or his hair.

Anyways.

There is painful cold and heat behind his eyes, and finally, the multiverse greets him with potential outcomes of what's to come in the next few days.

It was at this wonderful moment that Jason Todd walked in, stretching his arms and loudly yawning. He does this just to be purposefully annoying to whoever is in the room. If it were Bruce, even better!!

When he sees the back of one Tim Drake, he snickers loudly and greets as loud as possible, "Hey, Timmy!!"

No reaction.

Huh.

Well, that won't discourage our resident zombie-man! So, he comes closer, clasps a hand over Tim's shoulder and gives a mock-offended look. "Yo, Pretender, you fall asleep aga-"

He cut himself off.

He cut himself off because Tim, the Pretender, his brother, is emotionlessly staring into space with lazarus green eyes.

It's been months since he's felt the pit's influence, but he could feel it roar within him when he puts piece after piece together of what could have happened to Tim.

Tim had died.

Tim had been brought back to life.

And the effects on Tim is different from Jason.

Where Jason was Catatonic first before being dunked, Tim seemed to have been brought back to life first before experiencing the catatonia.

But just in case.

"Hey, Tim, can you hear me?" Jason tapped lightly on Tim's cheeks. No reaction, not even a blink. Tim just stayed still.

He could hear and feel his own heart beating loudly in his chest as he shakes Tim's shoulder, asking him to snap out of it, but to no avail.

But it seems Jason shouldn't have shook Tim because his brother's body no longer wanted to stay upright. He guided Tim's torso towards himself, gently placing Tim's head to his shoulder. Then, he sat both of them down.

Once the two of them were seated, Jason brought out his phone and emergency called Dick.

He didn't even realize his own heavy breathing.

Dick answered.

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And that's about it!! I had the rest of my break imagining Dick arriving and seeing Jason and Tim. The two of them taking care of Tim the next few days. The first day just the two of them, but affter the second day, the rest of the batfam gets involved.

I imagined Bruce breaking down but doing his best to guide Tim around the manor, Jason trying and failing to call to Tim's consciousness (little did he know that it actually did work in helping Tim navigate in getting back), Dick doing everything he could in keeping the family together, Damian taking over WE and learning to fear Tam and the conflict between PR vs HR, Damian trying to help Jason as well in calling to Tim's consciousness so that Tim could think of a faster way to do paperwork (also because he misses his big bro but you can't prove anything!!!!!), Steph trying to help and comfort Damian and keep the kid company, and Cass not liking at all how she couldn't read anything about Tim at the moment.

It takes a whole week, but as Alfred changed Tim's IV, Tim slowly regains consciousness and feels the full force of a headache, which also causes a nosebleed, which also causes panic to happen around the cave, which causes Tim to pass out again.

This time, it takes him 2 whole days to recover, with little glimpses of the future (this time they're much nicer and full of family wholesome fluff), and wakes up to Jason reading out loud the biography of Peter B. Parker, The Greatest Bioengineer of the Century.

He says, rasping, "Oh. It's Spider-man."

No one knows who the fuck Spider-man is but they were all so happy Tim was back, they asked question after question when he died and came back to life. Dick was a bit more reserved about it, having an inkling of when it could be.

Tim frowned at them and said, "I didn't die."

And they all think, 'Oh no. He either doesn't know, or the trauma is so great he doesn't remember it.'

And that's what happened in my mind after encountering your AU! 🤣 I'm pretty sure you have your own twist and interpretations of this, and I am still going to explore more of your AU, because admittedly, I just encountered some of your incorrect quotes and that one pic. I think I'll read your fic when I get the time. BUT YOUR AU IS TAKING OVER MY BRAIN. IT'S LIVING RENT-FREE IN IT!!! I LOVE YOUR AU!!!! ❤️❤️❤️

Oh thank you! This is so nice!!!

@the-tired-ish-rat absolutely needs to see this! (It's about their headcanon after all)

I love your interpretation and am so glad you enjoy my au!!!!!!

And here's @the-tired-ish-rat 's drawing that inspired you!

[drgngutz]

6 - Coast - Luffy xf!soulmate!reader

Chapter 6

Taglist: @mystic60 , @louisechec , @pinksh1t , @violetmatcha , @urbisexualfriend

Masterlist!

A little more angst. Lol sorry :^)

This will be the last angst one for now, I'll give feel good vibes next chapter. 

"You look tired." Sanji states the obvious as we stand together in the kitchen, chopping vegetables for a soup he was planning on serving to myself and the girls. Though, I knew that the boys would want some, too. 

The day had started out by asking Sanji if I could help him cook. I wanted to learn more about it anyway, and it seemed like a good use to pass the time. At first, he was insistent on me 'not lifting a finger for my own meals;' But, in the end, I was successful. All it took was some ardent complaining that I was bored to tears, wanting something to do other than standing and staring at the fog (which made my eyes hurt). 

Well, I may have also given him my best pleading look to seal the deal. After that, he hadn’t bothered to tell me ‘no’ again. 

"Have you not been sleeping well?" My tired eyes swerve to meet his analytical gaze, to which his eyebrows twitch downwards in concern. 

It was probably the first time he spoke to me normally this morning; I mean, without the fawning, hearts and sparkles. Our previous conversations had consisted of me asking a question, him having a nosebleed, and me having to redirect the conversation or cut it off completely. It was refreshing for him to be so serious now, though I wished it was about a different topic. 

It wasn't like he was wrong, and I'm sure the bags under my eyes were clear enough to reinforce his worry, but I didn't want anybody to worry. 

"I'm just having some trouble sleeping. New place, and all that." I smiled, before returning to the vegetables. Not entirely a lie, I could feel the ache begin to form behind my eyes from the strain of overuse. 

"I'm not too used to the whole pirate ship thing yet." 

"Ah, I understand." He finalizes, also tending to the vegetables on his cutting board. 

Just as I start sloppily mincing the herbs, not entirely knowing what I was doing, he interrupts again. 

"How's Luffy?" He asks dryly, with a very obvious hint of jealousy. I freeze, wondering if he's made the connection between my soulmate and my lack of sleep; Something else he would be correct on guessing. If so, he probably already knew the answer. 

"He's... fine." I struggle to find the right word to use, wondering if I should be honest or lie to his face. 

"I'm not really sure, honestly." I opt for the first choice, thinking it better to be honest, hopefully in a way that wasn't too concerning. 

Silence, for a while. The only sound being the sharp slice of his knife through the potato as I get stuck in my own head, struggling to get myself out of it. My fingers fumble with the knife, and I place it flat on the counter with a sigh. I needed more distraction. 

"Sanji," I start, softly, "What's the best method to cut these?" 

"Here, let me show you, my lady!" He's back to his old self, and I let out the breath of relief that we've moved on to a different conversation. 

More questions, more demonstration, and an hour that passes by quickly leads to a successfully made stew. Sanji ends the process, saying the pot needs to stay simmering for about an hour before serving, and I nod my head diligently at him. 

"You're a star pupil! I couldn't have asked for a cuter student, (Y/n)-chan!" He exclaims, hearts in his eyes and floating around him as he twirls. 

"Thank you," I say exasperatedly, "but you were a really good teacher, too, Sanji." 

"I couldn't have done it without your help." I give him a sincere smile, wiping my hands off on a towel after having taken off my apron. 

Instantly, his nose erupts with blood, spewing all over the floor as he smiles wide. Just as he begins to ramble about 'how cute (Y/n)-chan is,' Usopp and Nami begin shouting something outside. 

Hearing the urgency in their voices, I quickly moved to remove myself from the situation, walking to the door to peer outside; then I stopped short at the view. Sanji is quick to recover, coming next to me while the blood begins to dry on his face. He has a similar reaction, and my blood runs cold.

Both of us are stunned, looking out at the hoard of ships around us that have suddenly appeared from the dense fog. Their hulls are painted a teal-blue, with darker stripes and white accents. On the side of each ship are the large, imposing letters that spell 'MARINE.' 

"Sanji, get to the helm! Hard to starboard, now!" Sanji obeys Nami's command obediently. I feel fear wrack through me at the insistence in Nami's voice, realizing just how many ships there are around us. It must be an entire fleet.  All of them are huge, too; at least two to three times the size of the Going Merry. 

"This is bad! We're surrounded by the Marines, aren't we?" Usopp voices my own concern as I come out carefully and stand next to Nami, gaping warily at the large ships. What would happen if we were caught?

"Amazing!" Luffy exclaims, and I flinch at his volume. At least he was happy, I guess. 

"Not even the Marines can move around in this kind of fog." Nami states, and I trust her words as the ship's navigator. Though, it still doesn't do much to quell my nerves. 

"Exactly. It might be best for us to escape under the cover of this fog." Robin reinforces Nami's statement, and Zoro stands beside her, quietly observing. 

"You're right. Keep heading forward." Nami directs, "Everyone, keep quiet." 

I follow her instructions like a well trained soldier. There wouldn't be a single peep from me. Not even a slight movement. I stood rigid, like a statue; she looked over at me quizzically. Nodding stiffly at her, she shook her head with a sigh.

"Especially you, Luffy." She added, looking at the Captain who sat atop the figurehead. 

"Right!" He yelled, not at all quiet. What a surprise. 

And so it stayed, for about a minute. From behind the two of us, Sanji spotted something. 

"Nami," He started, sounding curious, "Is that a kid standing up there?" 

The two of us followed his gaze, trailing up to the top of one of the Marine vessels. And, he was correct. There was a young boy with glasses and orange hair standing next to the railing, wearing a chef's coat and hat as he stared up at the sky. He had a sort of forlorn look about him. 

"A little kid. What is he doing up there?" Nami responded, sounding concerned. I wasn't sure if the concern was for the kid himself standing in such a precarious place, or for the fact that he could spot us and alert the rest of the Marines. 

We didn't get the chance to take any action about the potential problem, since he spotted us in the next moment. In his shock, he stumbled, pushing his cooking pot overboard. Moving to catch it, he tripped and fell over the side of the boat. I grabbed at the railing in front of me, scared for him as I heard his scream of fright. 

"Hold on!" Sanji had raced over and was ready to jump into the water. 

"Allow me." Robin said smoothly, crossing her arms. An array of hands sprouted along the side of the boat, catching the boy as well as his pot, before beginning to hoist them on board. 

I rushed over, alarm bells ringing at the lack of noise coming from the boy now as Sanji held him in his arms. He was passed out, but after a swift once-over from Chopper, seemed unharmed. I let out a deep breath, relieved that he was fine. 

"Poor kid..." I said quietly, brushing back a few pieces of hair that got tangled in his glasses. I had a soft spot for kids, having lived in the orphanage for so long to the point I had started taking care of them like they were my own siblings. His young face, at the time, reminded me of some of those back home. For a fleeting moment, I felt my heart ache, wondering how they might be doing without me now. 

"Come on," Chopper urged, "Let's get him inside." 

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Anchored a safe distance away from the Marine fleet, the whole of the crew is inside the ship now, waiting for Chopper to work his magic so that the boy can wake up. He was laying on the couch, a thin blanket covering him and breathing softly. 

I sat next to Chopper on the floor, helping him with whatever was needed to get the boy to come to. Chopper waved the small bottle of salts beneath the boy's nose for a second, before he groaned. 

"He's coming around," I perked up at Chopper's words. "The smelling salts seem to be working." 

"Really?" Hopeful that the boy would be fine, I moved a little closer. The boy's eyes opened groggily, before turning his head and looking at me in a daze. 

"Hello." I smile, speaking softly.

"How are you feeling?" He doesn't respond for a moment, just staring. I tilt my head in concern, wondering why he wasn't saying anything. He must not have felt very good after passing out from the shock like that.

"Oi!" I hear Luffy's annoyed voice pipe up behind me, and I jolt at the abruptness of it, as does the boy.

"Wake up already!" And he does. His glasses nearly fall off his face from how quickly he shoots up from the bed. I resist the urge to turn and glare at my soulmate, not understanding why he was being so mean to a kid. 

"W-Where am I?" He stutters out, looking over my head to the rest of my crew. I turn to find them all hovering, as expected. For some reason, Luffy's arms are crossed, looking annoyed at our visitor. I wanted to roll my eyes at the absurdity. 

"On the ship of The Straw Hat pirates." Says Usopp. The kid gasps, and then seems to remember what happened. Immediately he raises a defensive fist, his eyebrows pinched together on his forehead with anger. 

"Stay back! You're planning an attack against the Marines, aren't you?" I raise my hands apprehensively, sliding back a bit. He looked ready to hit somebody. 

"Woah, relax." I tried to appease him, "We're not gonna' do that."

"What's with him? And after we rescued him too." Usopp scorned the boy indirectly, and Luffy grunted in agreement. 

"You can't blame him, he's a marine." Robin stated, before Sanji made his way over. He was holding a bowl of soup, and before long was handing it to the boy. 

Sanji urged him to eat some, so that he would feel better after passing out like he did. It took a bit of coaxing, the stubborn child not wanting to 'take any help from pirates,' probably thinking it was poisoned or something. Finally, after Sanji addressed his concerns, he began to eat. 

With each spoonful he seemed to relax more and more. Giving a satisfied hum as Sanji chuckled to himself, and pretty soon the bowl was practically licked clean. 

"Thanks, that was great." He looked extremely satisfied, and much happier as a result. I smiled, as did most of the crew. 

---

Tajio, the boy, explained his situation once he came out on deck. Apparently, he had spilled the curry that was meant to serve to the marine captains of his fleet, and couldn't manage to remake it himself since he was only a chore boy. AKA, he didn't have cooking experience. 

Sanji seemed ready to brush him off and send him back to his crew, until Tajio mentioned something called the 'All Blue.' Then it was like a complete one-eighty for Sanji; escorting Tajio back to his ship was his top priority. When I looked at Nami questioningly, wondering why it was so important to him. All she did was give me a cheeky grin. 

"(Y/n)," Sanji says, and I whip my head around to pay attention, given his serious tone.

"You can go ahead and serve everyone lunch. It should be ready by now, I trust you to take care of it." He smiles, before turning around and walking past Luffy, who is visibly upset. 

"Aw, man! I'm gonna miss lunch?" He whines, lip quivering. Soon, he's turning to look at me, and I don't get the chance to look away in time. He bounds up, stopping dead in front of me. I take a step back. 

Then, he gives the most heart melting, tear-jerking frown as his lip juts out. I feel my heart stop in my chest, breath hitching. My heart hurts just to see him so upset.

"Can you save some for me? Please?" He draws out the word, and I glance all over his face with my own frown. There was a battle going on between my heart and my brain now. Why did he only pay attention to me when it came to food? 

I took a few more hesitant steps backward, and he looked downright confused when I didn’t respond. Before he could look at me like he always did, like I was stranger and weirder than he was somehow, I turned and high-tailed it back to the lounge. 

I can feel the crew's eyes follow me the whole way, too quiet for my liking. Before I enter the room, I hear Luffy's mumbled disappointment:

"She never said she'd save me any!" 

Despite his words, and my feuding feelings, the first thing I do is set a large serving apart for him and put it in the fridge. My face was bright red, moving at lightning speed from the adrenaline being channeled by my own embarrassment. I can't believe I just made a scene like that in front of the whole crew. 

I couldn't even tell if I was upset with Luffy or with myself at this point. 

It takes them a bit, but I set up the dining table with steaming bowls of vegetable stew for the crew. With the dishes I place small additions; napkins, silverware, salt, pepper, grated cheese, and some water for everyone before I finally feel the table is set to the extent that Sanji would approve of. In a way, it felt good to do something that was so special and different. I felt like I had just been lazing around the ship this whole time, bored out of my mind and stuck inside of it. But, here, I felt I had an actual job to contribute with. 

Eventually, I can hear everybody that’s left on board muttering outside to themselves, too quiet for me to hear properly. I tried not to think about it, but could feel my legs turn to jelly when remembering my actions. Were they whispering about me? 

It's then that they all come into the room, lively and chatty as if nothing ever happened. Nami and Usopp sit on one side of the table, while Chopper and Robin sit on the other side. Zoro takes his bowl and sits in the corner. Everybody begins to eat.

"Ooh, this is really good!" Says Chopper. 

"Yeah, did you help Sanji make this, (Y/n)?" Usopp asks, and I can't help but cringe at the way his voice sounds; Like he's treading lightly in an awkward situation. Like he's hesitating to talk to me.

"Yeah, I did. I'm glad you guys like it!" I feign the excitement, if only to appease their concerns. 

"You should come sit with us! Have some yourself since you slaved over it, right?" Nami claims. 

"Oh, I'm good. I just ate, actually." I lied through my teeth, feeling my stomach twisting uncomfortably. It had been doing that since our last conversation, an on and off symptom that would get worse with each Luffy interaction. Nami scrutinized me with the spoon still in her mouth, and I nervously turned away. 

"Um, anyways," I began my diversion, hoping they couldn't hear the shake in my voice, "What exactly is the All Blue?" 

"Oh, that's right," Says Usopp, remembering suddenly, "You don't know what the All Blue is, do you?" 

"I only know that it's important to Sanji." I shake my head, further emphasizing Usopp's point. 

"It's Sanji's dream!" Claims Chopper, and I direct my attention to him now. 

"He told us that it's the only ocean in the whole world where every species of fish lives; all in one place." The little reindeer continues, sounding dazed with amazement.

"Really? All of them?" I ask incredulously. 

"Yeah, the marine life of the entire world; all in one ocean!" Nami chirps.

"It's a chef's dream!" Usopp chimes. 

"That's really neat." I confirm, nodding with a small smile. 

"My dream is to become a great warrior of the sea!" Usopp chimes, putting his fist on the table triumphantly. All the dishes shake at the impact. 

"I want to become the world's greatest doctor!" 

"I'm going to make a map of the world, but you knew that already." 

"I would like to discover the history of this world." 

"And I want to become the world's greatest swordsman." 

"Right," I breathed, feeling overwhelmed by the passion in the room, "I think you mentioned that once before, Zoro." 

He grunted, spoon clinking in his bowl before throwing it into the sink from his seat, and then tilting the rim into his mouth. He chugged what was left of the dish as we all sat in silence. 

I went to the sink to start washing up, before Chopper piped up. 

"What about your dream? Huh? Huh?" He asked expectantly, tugging on my sweatpants in order to give me his plate, as well as an answer. 

"My dream?" I squeaked out, eyes flicking to Nami in a momentary panic. 

"It's not... nearly as exciting as any of yours." 

"So?" Zoro chides, and I flinch. 

"Come on!" Chopper draws out the last word, before hopping up and down. 

"Tell us, tell us!" 

"Well--" I stutter, "I guess--" 

I'm cut off by a loud SLAM, followed by the sound of wood cracking and splintering to the floor as everybody turns toward the noise. On the wall, there's an outline of an upside-down figure, sprawled out and indented into the planks. I can't help but feel a little thankful at the interruption, not wanting to tell everyone something so personal just yet; something that might ruin the mood. That is, until I realize that it's Sanji stuck in the wall, and Luffy's giving him half-hearted apologies. 

Rushing, I trot over to the fridge and grab his portion of food, though I don't bother to heat it up. Placing it on the table next to a glass of water left vacant, I turn and run for the hills. 

"Woah, where are you going in such a rush?" Usopp questions wearily. 

"Sorry," I blab, "I just need some time to myself for a while." 

"Oh, okay." He says, but I don’t hear it. I'm already out the door before Luffy and Sanji even make it inside. Glancing around at the fog that still lays thick on the water there's a distinct lack of marine ships, which is relieving. Nami and Usopp come out of the room and begin to chew out my soulmate for being so reckless, since he was spotted by the marines whilst they were gone. Quiet as a mouse, I make my way below deck to hide in the girls room. 

Unbeknownst to me, Robin trades spots with Luffy, who runs to the kitchen for food. The trio can hear his cheering as he finds the plate of food I left for him. Nami gives Robin a roll of her eyes, and Robin laughs. 

"Am I missing something?" Usopp wonders, looking between the two. 

Nami sighs as Robin laughs again, before deciding to grace him with an answer. 

"Our newest member is having a hard time adjusting." 

Usopp's mouth forms into an 'o' shape, before nodding in understanding. He turns to look back at Luffy, who is scarfing the food down without much thought, yapping at Zoro about his short-lived adventure. He looks as carefree as can be, ignoring the elephant in the room, rather the lack of it. Now that he thinks about it, Usopp hasn't seen Luffy interact with his soulmate for more than a few minutes ever since she showed up. She must’ve been struggling adjusting to their way of life as it is, and to do that with a soulmate like Luffy… Well, he couldn’t imagine it. 

"I think I understand why..." He sweat drops, and the women hum in agreement. 

[pandorafallz]

Lest We Rest Upon Our Graves

Alma sat alone.

A common occurrence the last few days and it was…odd getting used to this…sudden change of pace. Her life was…gone. Her avatar was dead and all the freedom it gave her to live in this world and to be a part of it was…simply gone. She felt like she had lost a limb… or worse, it was like she had truly lost herself. A face she knew and loved far beyond the bones she was born with. Seeing the world through the glass of her mask; no longer being able to smell the sweet air or to feel the wind against her eyes…

She had never liked it inside.

Now she was forced to remain in the walls again. Separate. For the first 16 years… she had felt like a prisoner in TAP herself, despite her avatar because of what she had to do for these children. Her options were slim. Stay and help them, the best she could or leave them all entirely to the mercy of Mercer and Harding. She never could stop them but…she could help pick up the pieces afterwards. She was sure Mercer had a contingency plan for her if she tried to bail or something but… that was just conjecture. She had no proof aside from paranoia. A part of her had hoped in their time that…the John she knew would appear or that she could get through to him. Director Mercer had lost himself to his cause and…in a way. So did she.

When TAP was gone…there was relief. She was free. Sure, she had been devastated as the TAP facility was crippled by Mercer after her escape; she had seen the walls collapse and had… assumed that the room where the cryopods were had also been crushed. She couldn’t have possibly gotten the kids out with her; the RDA soldiers had almost shot her but they hadn’t known her alliance shift when she fled so they let her pass; thinking her one of them. There had been…a small bubble of hope—of wonder—that they had survived.

Fear kept her back. Selfish fear.

If they had survived then…there would be that they would find out of her part in…all of it. That she would face their wrath and judgement, even as it was justified for the Sarentu kids to feel.

She just… never thought Nor would kill her. Perhaps even the other kids were just as surprised as her but…she couldn’t know for sure. She was sure her avatar would have survived if the bombing hadn’t already done its dues to her Avatar body. Weakened by injury, it was an easy kill.

It made her shudder still remembering. Her eyes closed briefly as her hand came to her side.

The resin blade felt…so cold. Like ice. The pain was so sharp with each breath that followed and the blood…. So much blood. Even now she felt like her hands were sticky with it, even if her clothes were no longer caked in it in this body. She felt the phantom sensation of pain from the wound still. Pricking below her ribs with her breath. Her fingers now…she pressed into the skin just to make sure she was not still bleeding.

The…sensation of death was…terrifying.

Feeling herself die was…horrible. The taste of blood in her mouth, the dizziness and the feeling of her (avatar’s) heart racing trying to keep her alive despite the blood loss. There had been comfort with Ri’nela and Kìoetey being there through it…but it was so isolating alone to feel her strength fade; they got further away. Alma could feel the lurching, painful moments between her avatar’s heart stopping and the unlinking…to be thrown back into a healthy, able body was…disorientating and painful.

Not many people had died in their avatars.

Nalin was…there beside her link bed just in case her human body had suffered from the avatar’s death. Minor, Nalin had said after she had closed the radio to the two at the circle of Ancestors. Her head hurt with infrequent headaches and a few migraines, and she had the occasional nosebleed but… she felt different now.

Wrong.

Sitting beside her avatar’s grave wasn’t doing her any favours but in all honesty… what would have happened if she had been in her human body when Nor had found out? Would he have killed her? The blade was smaller in Na’vi’s hands but in a human’s gut, it would have been lethal. The Sarentu would have had no answers and…well she supposed her death would have had some catharsis with the Sarentu people. The Resistance would…certainly see her death as justified given her crimes. She was no martyr or anything, just a stain on their record, so to speak.

Everyone looked at her differently now. She could see it in their eyes; how their interactions with her were…different. More different from the times she had been locked out of her link bed by Hajir or Nalin for her own physical, human health. Judgement. They knew what she did. News travelled past between her stabbing to her death. She shouldn’t have been surprised but…she was.

Isolation became her friend as the other people withdrew from her socially. It was business, no more personal. Smalltalk was…painful so she stopped in that regard for all of their sakes when mealtime came around. Kept to herself. It wasn’t easy but she made do. But her leadership was now in question for certain. Who would follow her now with her history?

She hadn’t dared approach So’lek. The sharpness in his gaze when he had seen her after her avatar’s death settled a cold feeling of dread. Just because he…disapproved of Nor murdering her avatar, it didn’t mean she was any better in his eyes. She was…a little scared of what he would do or say to her. Na’vi were so big now…she no longer was eye-to-eye with them. She was small. Weak… and human.

Alma exhaled out shallowly, dropping her hand from her side.

The only Sarentu she really saw now was Ri’nela and Kìoetey with the other two gone. She had…shadowed Ri’nela a little, trying to express her apologies but the girl hadn’t wanted to hear them. No one had. Nor was gone now and…there was relief in her to know that. She didn’t have to watch her back with him or wonder when he’d sunk that blade into her belly again.

No sign of Teylan, which was a concern but Ri’nela was confident he needed time before he came back around. She hoped he’d come back. For their sake.

“Cortez.” Her head turned to see Nalin standing not too far away.

“I’ll be in in a minute,” Alma said dryly. Just…Cortez now. No one was calling her Alma which…was a small thing but it weighed on her a little more than she expected. Non-personal now.

“You shouldn’t be out here all alone without telling someone. It’s not safe, even here.” Nalin said sharply. “Nor it is healthy for you to be here constantly.”

“Thank you for your concern, Doctor Laine.” Alma said, “But you’re a medical doctor, not a shrink so please stop psychoanalysing me. I’ll morn however I like, just like everyone else.”

Nalin sighed but decided not to press it. “If you’re not back in twenty minutes, I’ll ask So’lek to bring you in. We need the base secure at night and everyone accounted for, Cortez.”

Alma just gave her a thumbs up of acknowledgement but her insides coiled a little at the thought of So’lek being the one to do it. Nalin knew her threats well. She listened out, hearing the doctor’s footsteps retreat back until the Doc was gone before she let out her breath.

“Fuck.” Alma rested her face into her hands; not entirely as her hands pressed against the cooler mask doing her best to ignore the distant ringing in her ears.

Another night. Then another day of…this.

 -

Alma took fifteen more minutes in the sanctity of alone beside her grave before she forced herself to move back in before the Doc would act on her threat with So’lek. She only took a small bag of dried RDA rations; her stomach was uneasy and she lacked an appetite but she forced it down to avoid looking like she was waving a cry-for-help sign by going on some food strike.

Sure, she was moping and she knew everyone had seen but… she didn’t want them to think she was… trying to look the victim here. At least not in the way that mattered. She had still been freaking murdered in a fit of rage.

Her eyes scanned around the kitchen as she fiddled with the empty packet and while she met Priya’s eyes as the women passed by, the younger woman dropped her gaze quickly and turned her back to her tablet.

“…onestly, I don’t know what to say to Cortez. I might just…focus on my lichen research. It’s a safe topic.” Alexander’s voice in the distance; his figure passing the open way with Nalin but seemed to hover just down the hallway; not realising she was here.

“Reaching out may be what we need. I’m concerned.” Nalin was saying, “I’m not condoning her part in TAP or anything but…we cannot afford to lose our allies. The more someone is hurt, regardless of who’s inflicting it, the less helpful they become.”

“I’m the wrong person to ask, Nal,” Alexander spoke. “We’ve lost a lot of people, the Sarentu lost everyone and their faith in us. The Resistance. Some things you just can’t bounce back from and… I don’t know if Cortez can come back from that.”

There was a pause. “I know it’s a grey area, Alex.”

“I know, which is why it’s hard. I’m not out for a witch hunt and I sure am not gonna add looking like a sympathiser for TAP by cuddling up to Cortez. She lied to us and continued to lie to us to cover what she did. She dug her grave, Nal. She has to lie in it. I’m sorry.” Their steps echoed away, separating off.

Alma closed her eyes but the bitter truth was raw to her own ears.  One of her was certainly in the grave now… she almost wished she was buried in with it.

Dark thoughts like that, she had tried to banish. Trying to see past…that as a solution. Her death wouldn’t be a solution to everything; she couldn’t do anything to help. Couldn’t repent her actions and crimes if she was dead, couldn’t earn forgiveness or find a place of peace with herself or with the Sarentu kids. Killing herself or getting herself killed would look…cowardly. She’d be known for taking the easy way out when things got too difficult. They wouldn’t forgive her for that.

But…

It was so hard. But the little voices back there had some good points.

She was the one who was complicit in genocide, as much as she hated…acknowledging it. Made it real.  Once Mercer was dead, and Harding…then she was the last of the three who had a major interest in what happened to the Sarentu clan. She would be the last one. A reminder of their history and loss. A better tale would see the end of that chapter with her death. No more follow-ups.

The resistance stood against the RDA. They had their principles set to ensuring the RDA stopped pulling stints like that; pushing them back. She had lied. Lied again and again in the resistance. She wanted to…keep the past hidden from herself. Life was…easier that way. But…as leader of the RDA with her history…and hearing this; it verified their uncertainly. How could they still follow her? Humans liked to have a cause and… she doubted she could retain her position for long if life continued like this. The resistance lost trust in her leadership. In her. She was marred for life among her…own people for her actions. Death would…probably satisfy those who felt she had gotten off too lightly at the death of her avatar.

Alma felt the pressure rise at the back of her head the more she mulled, spreading around to the front and settling into the left side of her head with a growing intense pulse of pain. She once again settled her face into her hands, dropping the empty packet away and took a few steady breaths to ease herself through this common occurrence. Her fingers pressed into her skull, trying to find the point to force ease, and in part to cover her eyes from the light that seemed to brighten up.

At least, if she had died, then she wouldn’t have to suffer like this. As selfish as it was. Her death would mean that no one else had to…deal with her. Endure her presence.

The distant chatter seemed to start to grate on her nerves the longer she sat and she felt her stomach turn a little as the pulsating got more concentrated. The symptoms were easy to identify, all too familiar. Migraine.

Her’s had only lasted about 5 hours since her avatar’s death but the headaches had come and gone. Another migraine…

Alma flinched as she heard movement entering the kitchen though she peeked through her fingers to see who it was before her stomach dropped.

So’lek.

She closed her fingers, trying to focus on herself but she felt her heartbeat rise…and the pain in her head rise. Her stomach turned even more but she fought the urge of its follow up quickly. There was nothing but silence between them as he lingered about; looking for fresh Na’vi rations that he could have quick and easy. He liked fresh but given the time, she doubted many fires were operational for a quick meal.

Alma wanted to leave. Get up, go to bed, sleep the pain off…but she couldn’t find the strength to move. She felt weak….the worst thing to feel with So’lek around right now.

“Here.”

Alma turned, surprised to see…a small put of Aspirin pills being put down in front of her beside her ration pack. She squinted at it for a moment then up to him, surprised he had…bothered. And that he knew what to look for.

So’lek had returned to his search as if he hadn’t done such an act.

Carefully, she took a moment to gather herself and opened the bottle, carefully picking out two pills and setting them down then slowly got up to put the bottle back onto the shelf where spare meds had been shoved for the convince of their people. She pulled out the small bottle of cold water from the fridge then returned to her seat and slowly washed them down.

“If you are not well, then you should rest. We do not need sickness to spread” So’lek remarked, his voice cold as stone. “The resistance cannot afford that on top of our losses”

“Just a migraine. I’ll be fine.” Alma said tiredly. “Migraines can’t spread. It’s just…a side effect of a severed link.”

So’lek simply nodded. “Good.” He pulled out what he was looking for; leaf wraps and sauce.

Alma took a few more swigs of water but pushed herself to throw her ration pouch into the bin and made her way towards the bunks to rest but didn’t get more than two paces before So’lek’s voice pinned her down.

“Do not expect forgiveness, Cortez.”

Alma’s shoulders sagged. “I know.”

“Do you?” So’lek questioned, his towering frame coming closer as he held his plate so innocently. “There are not enough apologies to make up for your actions. Your regret is nothing to the loss of life you had a hand in taking.”

Alma turned her head away from him. “I know.” Her tone sounded weak to her ears.

“I know you seek penance, and the death of your Dreamwalker is a payment of such. I see your regret but I do not believe you are doing anything to help the Sarentu. You seek to only elevate your own guilt, nothing more.”

Alma flinched a little at that. “I…” She didn’t have the words to say to that, so she didn’t finish.

So’lek seemed to step closer, towering over her. “Until you work to aid them for them, then there is no way forward. Catering to your own needs before those you have hurt will not see a good future. You have caused harm and lied to many of us to preserve yourself. Myself included. I am not happy about your deception you have waved in my face and called it caution.”

She shrunk inwards a little at his shrewd gaze. “I’m sorry.”

“I will not hear it. You are only sorry that you have been caught out. Nor may have been brash with his blade, but his absence is still a loss for the Resistance. For the Sarentu.”

Her hand came to her side, the pin-pricking reminder of that blade. “I…I don’t know what to say.”

“Then say nothing. The Sarentu will need to heal and you’re an inflammation to those open wounds. Stop trying with them. They will reconcile in their time, not yours. If you continue to force yourself into their space, their conversations and attempt to make the wrongs right on the account of your feelings, then we shall have another discussion.” He gave her a hard look, but like that, he was gone and his undertow bushing past her like ice and settled into her bones. His threat was subtle but she understood.

She barely registered the blood coming from her nostril until she felt the warmth of it splash into her neck-scarf.

(if this is well liked, i'm open for another chap XD let me know)

[moorishflower]

vibrating at the frequency of the sun

here y'all can have a snippet of uh what I'm doing for Requited Unrequited Love which is what I have labeled "Hallmark Dads" in my gdocs where Morpheus and Hob are the guys who get dumped in every Hallmark Christmas movie

"'Scuse me," someone says, "pardon me, sorry..."

There's a whumf of displaced air as the owner of the voice collapses heavily into the seat opposite Morpheus, apparently heedless of the aura of misery that has enshrouded him. He is considering asking them to find another seat -- he will be found extremely rude but, at the moment, he does not care -- when he raises his eyes and actually beholds his new travelling companion.

It is the man.

The wine bottle makes another appearance, thunked down upon the table between them as the train shudders, and a voice over the tannoy mumbles about their upcoming destination. Next stop, London Paddington Railway Station.

"Sorry," the man says again, and Morpheus' eyes are drawn once again to his hands, laid flat upon the table, now. They are broad, well-lived hands, faint scars upon the knuckles and nicking along the prominent rise of tendons, yet the nails are neatly-kept, and the calluses, what few that he can see, are small and soft. These are hands once used to labour, but no longer. "Is it all right if I sit here?"

No, he should say. Let him be, with the ring in his pocket with no finger to place it on, with the ache in his heart that has been impossible to fill since a fiercely-bright Spring morning, years ago, lifetimes ago, in a waiting room with clear and sun-bright windows, blood from a nosebleed that would not cease dappling his palms like flower petals.

"I will be poor company," is what he says, and the man's eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiles. It's a face designed for smiling, Morpheus thinks, in the way a greenhouse is designed for life, and for growing. It can be turned to some other use, for a time, but will always make its way back to its original purpose. To imagine this face without a subtle glow of joy as its backlight it feels anathema to its very architecture.

"Join the club," the man says, and nudges the bottle of wine forward. The train has begun to move, the vibration of the tracks rattling the glass at a nearly-unheard frequency. The man's cheeks are blushed red -- from the cold, perhaps, or from wine he has already partaken of. His eyes, still, are like the diffuse beauty of light through water, like the sun refracted through amber. 

"Hob," the man says, and lays his hand upon the table. It's not so much an offer of a handshake as it appears to be an offer to hold his hand. "What's your name? I didn't catch it, when you helped me earlier."

Morpheus considers his options. He could get up and move. There are other seats, though they are few and far between, now. He may need to move to a different car. He could ask the man, Hob, to leave, but that seems worse than rude at this point -- it seems unconscionable. He could...

He could take the offered hand.

What does it matter? He's going home, and he's going to call Lucienne, and then maybe he will fill the tub with hot water, so hot it scalds, and maybe he will take his entire bottle of Xanax, one at a time so he can savour them, so he can feel the way his muscles ease and the way his brain quiets before he sleeps. And maybe he won't. Maybe Lucienne will ease him from the sharp and painful morass of his mind, and he will take a shower, and he will sleep in a different way. He hasn't decided yet. Trains, he thinks, are also liminal spaces. Until he sets foot in London, he is both dead and not dead, both married and once-divorced. A father. Bereaved. What does it matter what he does here, with this summer-warm man who radiates heat and the tart aroma of wine?

Morpheus puts his hand on the table, over Hob's. Their fingers briefly tangle together, almost a handshake, almost holding. His own hand is very pale, compared to Hob's -- he does not retain the sun well, and never has. His delicate English constitution, as Teleute has said.

"Morpheus," he says, and Hob tilts his head, and smiles. His smile, like the titular Jolene, is a breath of spring.

"Like the god of sleep? Your parents were fans of the classics, I take it."

"I...suppose. My family has. Interesting naming conventions." "I like it. It suits you." Their hands part. Morpheus flexes his fingers, and once again feels bereft. "So, what's the thing that makes you poor company, stranger?" Morpheus opens his mouth -- it is none of your business, my heart is broken, I am contemplating going home and committing suicide because I am clearly and patently not designed to be loved in any meaningful way -- but is interrupted by Hob's cheerful continuation, "Because I've just been dumped by my girlfriend of two years."

[madamtrashbat]

Hi I just saw your post about Pookie, the little tuxedo cat and I know the point of the post was about the importance of your experiences being validated, but as someone who works with animals, is studying animal care and behavior and has dealt with many unexpected deaths in my line of work, I just wanted to let you know that from everything you said, you definitely did everything you could with Pookie.

You had no way of knowing how old he was or his family history so getting him to eat at all was a miracle in itself. Not to mention you gave him warmth and care up until his last moments and when they’re that young with something serious enough to kill them, it’s actually probably better that he didn’t go to the vet bc the stress likely would have been too much anyway. And with no external injuries save a nosebleed like that it’s not likely he would’ve made it through surgery. They would’ve told you to do exactly what you did. Sometimes the only thing you can do in the end is give them comfort and love and you did that. I just wanted to make sure you knew that.

And as for Fancy, between the breed mix and prey drive I’d say she really thought she was protecting you all.

Idk if this helped, I just thought you should know ^.^

This is a very sweet message to receive about this, and I thank you for it.

I'm old enough now that I've had time to process and I understand that we were way in over our heads and the fact that he even survived a little at all was an absolute against-the-odds miracle, especially since none of his siblings even made it that far, but that little ten-year-old in my heart still hurts about it.

I am also glad everyone is not being mean about Fancy in the notes of that post, either. We got her when I was a year old and she was my best friend until we had to put her down because of seizures when I was fourteen, and this was just one random blip on the otherwise impeccable time we had her.

Some fun facts about Fancy, so everyone could love her a little: my dad drove a giant 1989 Ford diesel pickup that he put hot rod parts in, so his engine rumbled lower than other diesel engines. Fancy would hear it coming down the road, from at least half a mile away, start barking, and would run to the driveway to greet him. She also had a very specific bark that meant someone was coming down the driveway in a vehicle, different than her barking at animals or playing with us or even someone coming up on foot, so we always knew when someone was coming to the house, invited or not. She had the build of a heeler, with the face and coloring of an Australian shepherd. One eye was blue and one eye was brown. I loved her very, very much.

I appreciate your message, it was very, very sweet, and I'm glad my little story about a little kitten being loved despite it all has touched so many people. You guys are all really, really nice.

[eliseuocscreator]

I did a redesign of my bnhasona(Thirteen's adopted son), and now He has two designs that I have doubts about.

The first design, he didn't have iris in his eyes, His eyes glow when he uses his quirk and glow in the dark too, his antennae is basically sensors, to help him hear better and feel pressure in the environment, they also glow, but only when he awakens The Full potential of his quirk(when he absorbs too much Moon Energy in the Full Moon), his veins glow when he shoots light made of lunar energy, depends in which part IS he using(eyes, arms and hands)

The another design, IS he having a alien Head(which do not have ears, but his antennae is sensors and he hear, in little holes in his neck. His veins also glow too, like in the First design, The difference Between The First design and the Second, is that he have ears in his neck(two holes in his neck, One in the right, other in the left, That's why he always walks around with headphones around her neck, many people find this very strange, but it's his way of listening to music and videos).

Things in common in both designs:

- He has lines on his chest, legs, feet and arms, which glow as he uses his quirk, or he is fully awakening his quirk.

- Both designs, he has no iris in the eyes.

- Every time he breathes, you can see his heart, lungs and rib cage bones glowing, which also helps identify whether he is alive or not.

-Every time he breathes The CO2, does not transform into oxygen, but rather into Xenon. (In winter, you can see the smoke coming out of them glowing a little in the dark).

- He has a temperature of 45°C, in winter its temperature drops to 39°C.

- His blood is blue, but red blood, when it comes into contact with him, automatically turns blue.

- His skeleton is very resistant, he can survive a fall of 30 meters without damage, but he cannot abuse it too much, and also if he uses his quirk too much, he can have nosebleeds and in his eyes starts to bleed.

- He has good visual acuity, and he also sees well in the dark.

- His skin is obsidian purple (the color code is #110d1d, and his lines ARE in the color 3d2856).

- His sweat is silvery gray in color, and every time it touches the ground, it is slightly bioluminescent, and it also serves to cool his body down a bit.

- Both the veins, as well as his eyes, hands, and legs glow when he is using his quirk, for example, if he uses a beam of moonlight (which would be lunar gray in color), his hand would glow along with the wrist, and you would be able to see the vein in his wrist/hand glowing with the attack, same thing for when he goes to fly, you can see the veins in his legs glowing, while he flies(and it leaves a trail like of comet, but in color of Gray, what appears when it is traveling at speeds above 400km/h or when he is at supersonic speed).

[lale-txt]

💘 One Piece men and how they would realize they have a big fat crush on you (PART 2)

(part 1)

Sanji

ok so big news, this man is a simp and gets heart eyes instantly

but love, oh true love! there's calmness in it.

being the hyper lady lover 3000 that he is, he would be washed away by a wave of peace whenever he is around you

no sweaty hands, no nosebleed, no heart attack. just the lingering feeling of something that is bigger than life

he'd bring you breakfast in bed and would just know that he wants do to this for the rest of his life

your sleepy voice, the cup of tea he prepared for you just as you like it in your tender hands, allowing him to see you this vulnerable...

cupid definitely shot an arrow straight through his heart, another one to be sure and a third one to seal the deal

the following days he'd be busy figuring out your ring size (because why wait when he just knows that you are the one?)

Sabo

Sabo and you would write letters back and forth whenever one of you was on a mission (which was quite often), telling each other about your daily life and feelings

better believe that this man would have risen to become a famous poet if the revolutionary army hadn't needed him first

he would always get really excited to hear back from you, seeing your handwritting, the letter you folded so carefully, and just the tiny bit of your perfume as he opened it when he was alone

lately he would catch himself struggling with how to end the letter. xoxo? (hugs and kisses, huh.) best? (too formal!) your friend? (just a friend...) with love? (LOVE?)

he would ruffle his golden hair in the shimmering candle light, followed by a quiet "oh"

he's still a feral child at heart, so you better be prepared to receive that "will you be my girlfriend? [ ] yes [ ] yes in cursive" letter very soon

Kid

another feral child in a grown man's body

it sure does take some time to win his heart over, but the second he lets you in, be sure that there is no way out

Kid would probably mistake being in love with being hungry first, also a stomach bug maybe

counseling with Killer in an emergency meeting what this strange tingling feeling was whenever you entered the room (Killer would probably be like "bro")

would possibly stomp out of the room with a red head when you ask him about his day and if you should let him run a bath as he seems a bit exhausted

also would come back, yell a soft "yes please" in your direction and stomp off again

imagine him blurting out a confession while you're carefully washing his massive back

which would result in a wrestling battle between you two to stop him from drowing himself immediately because of embarrassment

Rayleigh

oh Rayleigh. at his age, this man has loved and he has lost.

but that feeling in his stomach, when you're around him? could it be? he hasn't felt like this in ages.

at first he would try to brush it off. wasn't he too old to feel like a teenager all over again?

yet there would be no denying that his heart would jump the second he sees you walking towards him, waving and smiling

when you leap yourself into his arms he has to fight the sudden urge to kiss you so bad (and this man is no shy kisser, be assured)

Rayleigh would carefully test out the waters how you felt about the age difference between you two (hasn't he seen the "I <3 DILFS" sticker on your notebook) and if your feelings were mutual or just student-mentor-like

the dark king would be quick to make you his queen, he waited so long for you to step into his life

[contentconsumer]

a second chance (ii)

a/n: part 2! sorry it’s not very long but i’m still tryna get the dynamic flowing but overwhelmed steve and comedic dialogue have my heart.

word count: 2.6k(ish)

requested?:  no but requests are open and my prompt list can be found here

pairing: steve harrington x f!reader

warnings?: nosebleed? jason? 

read part one here

The day had finally arrived. Jason, alongside his jock friends, entered during the middle of your shift meaning you didn’t waste any time in calling Steve at Family Video to come visit, to ‘keep an eye on them.’ you said.

As Steve walked across the retail park to the diner you worked at, his mind moved 1000mph. He had spent the past week trying out different apologies to Robin, each ending with an elaborate way to ask you out but they all got the same response from his best friend, “Ew no. You can’t say that she’ll probably hate you more creep.” Therefore, even as he speedwalked over, he still had nothing, no flirty pick up line, no useful complement, nothing. It was like his mind went blank when it came to you. He snapped out of his thoughts as the sound of the bell on the door rang and you were alerted of his presence. He found himself with his jaw slack, previously when he visited you were sporting your own clothes on top of your uniform but now seeing you in a slightly baggy black polo, a apron hung lazily off your hips and jeans that were just tight enough that his mind yet again pulled a blank. “Hey Harrington” You nod a small smirk shooting towards the flustered boy, before he had time to respond you nodded towards a seat that was close to the bar. 

He pulled it out and sat down still watching you, “You gonna uh say anything?” You question, “Yeah,” He sighs, “All good?” Worry begins to lace his features as he glances around the shop floor, eyes settling on the Hawkins Tigers who were staring straight back at the pair of you. You nod, “Just stay here alright?” You move from where you were previously standing and begin to wander around, taking orders and chatting to regulars, Steve can’t help but admire you, as he twists the straw around his now empty milkshake. Steve is pulled out of his trance when a girl, Sandra, he remembers going to school with - she was in his history class, pulls out the chair next to him. “Hey Steve, long time no see! How are you?” Steve realises he hasn’t answered once Sandra furrows her eyebrows, “Oh! Yeah good, and yourself?”

5 minutes, he swears he took his eyes off of you for 5 minutes and now you’ve disappeared. He abruptly and probably rudely ended his conversion with Sandra, cursing at himself for getting caught up in his previous conversation. He pushes the doors to the back of the shop leaning all his weight against it, his eyes search wildly for you but his breath dies in his throat at the scene before him - Jason had you cornered, a clear sneer on his face as he attempted to say things he presumed would get under your skin. Steve begins to walk towards the pair of you but before he can open his mouth, you answer “Now I always thought you were stupid, but this?” You gestures between the pair of you, “Is just fucking ridicoulus, I don’t know what the hell you think you’re gonna get out of me but I am not 1. telling you where Eddie is or 2. telling you why Chrissy was with him?” Jason takes a step closer, you don’t back away, Steve feels overwhelmed but also steps closer, “Look,” Jason seeths, “I don’t know what is going on between you and Munson but for your own safety I really suggest you put it beside you. And tell me where he is.” A loud scoff escapes your lips, “You don’t know why she was there do you?” Jason’s expression tells you all you need to know, “Oh my god, I’m so glad I don’t get to miss this. You’re little girlfriend, who by the way was struggling with something way bigger than your tiny pea brain to begin to understand. Was.” You poke the basketballer so hard in the chest he winces and falls back a step, “There.” poke, “To.” poke, “Buy” poke, “Drugs.” You smile eerily, scaring Steve as well as Jason, the latter runs his hands through his hair, “No she would neve-” “Oh give it a rest! You don’t know the next thing about her! Hell, Eddie and I only knew her for a few weeks and we still understood her better than you! Now leave me the hell alone, I don’t have time for this,” You firmly place your hands on his shoulder before driving your knee in between his legs, he lets out a shriek of pain before falling to the floor. You smirk and turn, finally facing an awestruck Steve. “See?” You walk past, “I told you I had it.” Steve smiles, “Then why did you want me here?” He follows after you back into the diner. “Because why would I miss out on spending quality time with you.” You tease, dramatically holding the door open for him. “But,” He blushes deeply, “You hate me.” “I never- actually I did say that yeah, did I make it that obvious?” “Honestly,” Steve swings his legs over the stool again, “I had no clue,” He laughs slightly, “Not until Robin reminded me.” “Ah shucks,” You shrug, “I’m that forgettable huh?” “No! No! I didn’t mean it like that!” “Well that’s how it sounded, Harrington.” Something about the way you said his last name made butterflies spread through his stomach.

You two spent the next hour making idle chit chat between you serving customers, a lot of them knew you from visiting everyday but now they speak to you with a bit more of an edge, understanding you were friends with the suspected town killer. They were used to seeing him half sat half laid across a booth chatting away to you, you frown slightly at the memories but understand the situation from an outsider perspective. Instead you decided to throw yourself into a small conversation with Steve, trying not to laugh at his jokes as you had to keep reminding yourself - you hated him. You didn’t realise how much time had passed until the store phone began to ring, you picked it up - customer service greeting at the ready only to be met with Robin’s rambles, “Hey Y/N is that you? Are you okay? Did Jason get you? Did he get Steve? Oh my god I can’t work here without Steve I’ll die of boredom, please tell me Steve is okay? He said he would be back in an hour but now it’s been 2 and he still hasn’t shown up and I-” You smile at the girl's protectiveness, “Robin,” but she doesn’t stop mumbling, “ROBIN!” This makes Steve turn in his place, “He’s fine, he’s here with me. We are both fine.” “Then what have you been doing for the last two hours?” “Talking.” “Talking? I thought you hated him, what do you have to talk about?” “I did hate him, I’m still not particularly fond but he’s not too bad. At least, anymore.” You mumble slightly, embarrassed Steve might overhear your confession, Robin lets out a low whistle, “Not too bad huh? I’ll have to keep an eye on you two.” “Can it. I’m sending your beloved colleague back to you now, so you can stop worrying and STOP calling.” You laugh before placing the phone back on the wall. “Robin then?” Steve calls, pulling your attention back to him, “Yeah,” You smile, “She wants you back, to the store I mean not like-” you panic, “I mean I wasn’t implying but-” “Y/N” Steve raises his eyebrows, “She wants me back to work. I get it.” He turns for the door. As he reaches the handle, he calls back “Please don’t imply anything - you would be wrong.” You shake your head, heart thudding against your chest, wondering why Steve Harrington had made you crumble into a stuttering mess. This wasn’t you. You take a deep breath with a promise to pull yourself together before turning back to the rest of your shift. 

The last time Steve saw you was that Saturday, it was now Monday and he can’t help but think about you, but as usual he is distracted by the group of kids who stand in front of him. He sighs, staring at the group of young teens in front of him, “No-” He starts, “There is no way I am driving all you lardasses to some random comic book shop 40 miles away just because you heard it was cooler than the one here.” Steve goes to continue before he is cut off by Dustin, “Please man, it would help us take our minds of the truamatising murders here in Hawkins, and-” “Dustin shut up. You’re not traumatised.” Your voice cuts through the video store, causing the gang to jump in surprise, all apart from Max who had spotted your motorcycle as you were pulling up, “Ew what happened to your face?” The redhead cringes, nose scrunching in disgust at the sight before you. You couldn’t argue - you had looked better. The sight of you with blood pouring from your nose and between your lips made all the teens in front of you panic, they began bombarding you with questions, asking if you’re okay, if Vecna got to you, if Jason got to you. You hush them all with a wave of your hand, before wiping the back of it across your bloodied face, “Thank you Max, I’m good just uh hit my head on the front of my visor going over a speedbump.” You mumble, quite embarrassed, because you’re not even fully sure how your injury came about. “That’s a lot of blood for just hitting your head.” Lucas states, “I have a loose blood vessel in my nose from getting hit in the face by a locker.” You try to explain, gritting your teeth, “In junior year.” It doesn’t take long for Steve’s eyes to widen. His body shudders at the memory of him swinging his locker door open in the midst of a conversation with Nancy, and smacking someone straight in the nose with it. If he was honest, at the time he didn’t even notice who was standing there but you had just made it clear. “Fuck-” The group turns to him. “It was you. Shit I’m sorry about that.” “YOU HIT HER IN THE FACE WITH YOUR LOCKER?” Dustin screeches. “I didn’t mean to- '' Steve tries to interject, “it just happened. It was an accident.” He turns his gaze to you, “I’m sorry Y/N.” A small smile plays on your lips, “Don’t worry about it Harrington, I’ve had worse but could I please get a tissue?” “Of-of course” He stutters slightly, rushing into the break room to grab you some rough tissue. Launching himself back over the counter Steve takes large strides to meet you on the shop floor, you go to take the tissue from him but before your hands meet his he’s already holding the paper towel to your nose, mumbling about tilting your head back. 

A small blush spread over your cheeks, missed by most - but not all before you take the tissue out of Steve’s hand and stumble out a ‘I got it thanks.” “So, other than the nosebleed what brings you to Family Video?” Steve questions, still stood uncomfortably close to you, “What? I can’t come see my favourite employee?” You say, making Steve raise his eyebrows until you step pass him and up to Robin at the counter, “You got it?” You start a conversation with your friend, who looks up, meeting your gaze before flicking her eyes to the now red tissue stuffed up your nostril, “Yeah, I got it-but I’m not giving it to you unless you promise not to bleed all over it. Honestly, Keith will murder me if I return a tape with blood all over it.” Robin laughs, “I promise I won’t bleed all over it. Now gimme!” You reach over the counter, causing your feet to lift from the ground. The group of young teens just watch you, as you obviously snatch the tape Robin is trying to hold above your grasp. That is until Dustin decides to speak up, “Hey Y/N?” “Yeah?” You call back, still trying to reach the movie. “Do you like comics?” “Henderson, gimme a-” You grab the tape and let out a small ‘yay’ which makes Steve smile to himself, you turn. “Uh yeah I guess why?” “Because Steve here,” Dustin gestures to the larger boy next to him as if introducing him, “Won’t take us to the new comic book store! How unfair is that? Why don’t you come with us?” “Aw, Steve, why won’t you take your children to the comic book store?” You smile looking between the pair in front of you, “It’s 40 miles away.” Steve deadpans but can’t help but grin when he hears your laugh, “Damn Henderson, you got some nerve-40 miles? Man, shit hell no will I come. But have fun!” “We aren’t going.” Steve furrows his brows, “You see you say that,” You start backing away to the door, “But 20 bucks says you’ll go.” “Alright Y/L/N you’re on.” Steve challenges, you push the door open and stand in the doorway, pulling your motorcycle helmet on and nodding your head to push the sun visor over your eyes, “Later Harrington. I’ll be back on Wednesday to collect my money.” “Not on my watch.” Steve quips but you’re already gone.

“So we gonna talk about that?” Dustin interjects, minutes after you’d left, “Talking about what?” Steve questions breaking his gaze from the door to the boy who stood near him smiling, “You practically throwing yourself at Y/N.” “I did not!” “You kinda did.” Lucas butts in, “Sinclair, shut it.” “I mean he’s not wrong.” Robin’s head pops up from behind the counter, “You too Buckely.” Steve warns, but it’s in vain as Dustin pipes up again, “It was kind of embarrassing.” “I didn’t do anything!” Steve waves, “If you’re gonna try to make a move, you’ve gotta stop being so scared around her.” “Henderson, I do not need your advice on girls, especially ones who hate my guts.” “I would hate your guts too if you gave me nosebleeds.” “Sinclair, I thought I told you to shut it.” “I don’t think she hates you.” Max decides to pipe up, “Oh no, she does, she’s told me. Many times ‘fuck I hate that Steve Harrington kid’” Robin uses air quotes to do her best impression of you, but Max continues, “I mean she probably did but I don’t know if she still does I mean she was blushing when you gave her a paper towel.” “She wasn’t blushing,” Steve tries to redirect but can’t help the way his heart soars with the young girl's words, “Was she blushing?” He asks the group who all murmur “Not sure” or something similar apart from the redhead who shouts an esperacted “YES.” She continues, “I don’t know why though, you shouldn’t have a chance with her- she’s way cooler than you.” “Thank you Maxine.” Steve grits his teeth, “Hey!” Max tuts at the nickname. “I guess we will find out on Wednesday?” Lucas looks between his ex and Steve, “I guess we will.” Steve sighs lost in his blossoming feelings of fondness towards you.

[simp4ace]

One Piece boys with s/o who has sanji's personality

Hehe so I just find it is kinda funny to imagine how one piece boys would react if his s/o is an ultimate simp for him (aka US!!!)

It's my first time trying to write sth like this ( I still don't even know what the difference between HCs and scenario is and what f!reader, gn reader means but well I still try my best 😢 )

MONKEY D LUFFY

Would find it amusing every time you have a nosebleed just by seeing him shirtless

But then he would be worry when you lost too much blood

"Chopperrrr!!!!! Y/n-chan fainted againnnn!"

Nami frequently has to ask Luffy to put on a decent shirt

Cause even with his normal shirt you still become shjsidjdjd because oh my god LOOK AT those abbbbbbs😩😩😩

Whenever he smiles at you with his shi shi shi you feel as if your life has been fulfilled

You can't even look him in the eyes, he looks beaming and gorgeous and you just can'tttt

You would cook him as much meat as you could, you love to feed him and look at Luffy when he eats all your food enthusiastically

"Thank you Y/N-channn!!!!! This food is sooooo delicious shishishishi"

And you die in happiness

"I love you too Luffy-chwannnnnnnn🥺❤"

Ok, you will be a mixture of Boa Hancock and Bartolomeo here no joke 😭😭😭

PORTGAS D ACE

If your nose is bleeding just by seeing Luffy's abs, then congratulation, you are 100% going to be tortured by your own horniness when you are with Ace🙃

Cause DAMN he never ever wear a fucking shirt, my friend

Yes, you heard me, don't think you can bear his sexyness tho😔🙏

Ace is really proud when you show your obsession toward his body

He knows he looks good and yeah, he enjoys your love for him and also your praises

But when you lost too much blood he would immediately put on a shirt cause he doesn't want you to die on him :)))

Think you are cute whenever he hugs him and you became all red and don't know whether to enjoy it and hug back or to overreacted and fainted

Flirt with you frequently just to see your reaction

He loves the way you turn red, the way you can't hold your love for him but also don't know how to express it

"Ace, stop teasing her she can't take it ya know" Marco would be the one who stop this sweet torture ( you still want more tho😡)

Is your #1 fanboy just like you being his #1 fangirl

"ACEEEEEEE!!!!!!" "KYAAAAAAA!!!!!!"

RORONOA ZORO

This person right here is such a hottie, you can't even calm your ass down with him being close to you...

He is such a badass that whenever you watch him fighting you just stand in awe of him

And overreacted after that

Zoro get himself lost all the time but you always know where to find him which surprised all the Straw Hat

Yeah baby, IT'S THE SCENT OF LOVE!!!

You have a fan club just to sell pictures of Zoro, Nami is your financial manager🙄👉👈

Zoro doesn't like the idea of you taking pictures of him and then sell them

Catch you in the act of paparazzi-ing him, be mad at first but then will hug you and whisper in your ears

"I only want you to see me like this Y/n-chan"

Wait for your response for too long and then realized that you have already fainted because of the heart attack😓

*Sigh* "Women these days!"

SABO

He's a gentleman and he dressess NORMALLY

So don't worry you won't die of blood loss :)

However, your heart still skip a beat when you see that charming smile of him

You would intently watch him working for hours with those real-life heart-eyes of you

Because a man is at his hottest when working (or sth like that sr i dunno the right way to say it in english)

He loves the way you admire him, i mean, who wouldn't

He loves your straightforward attitude to him, loves the way you freely show your unconditional love

He also loves it when you shout "SABO I LOVE YOUUUUUUUU💓💓💓💓" from afar without feeling embarrassed

"Your girlfriend is pretty bold, isn't she" people may ask

"I love her for that" replied Sabo, proudly, then he would bend down to give you a kiss💋

And you fainted....

VINSMOKE SANJI

Well, I don't know, what do you think it would be if 2 simp lord in love with each other...?

Might be the scene when both you and Sanji bleeding noseblood respectively

Chopper has had enough :(

Luffy thinks you guys are funny, Robin thinks the two of you are such a cute and interesting couple but others Straw Hat think you guys are a nuisance 😭😭😭

"Y/N CHWANNNNN😍😍😍❤❤❤"

"SANJI SWANNNNNN😭😭😭❤❤❤"

Everyday lovey-dovey

Your love life is as sweet as Big Mom's wedding cake

Everyday lovey-dovey x2

x3

x4

x5

xN+1

[mikoyamisheadcanonblog]

Monster Trio Wedding and Engagement

👒Luffy👒

👒Engagement Ring👒

👒Wedding Ring👒

👒Wedding Song: Fall into me- Forest Blakk👒

👒Luffy is a simple man. He barely understood the difference between the love he had for his Nakama and the love he had for his S/O. It had to be explained to him after seeing his S/O in trouble and hurt why he felt such strong feeling for his S/O

👒He had proposed to his S/O after learning the difference between love for his Nakama and love for his S/O.

👒It wasn’t even a question. He just stated he wished to marry his S/O. That is the marriage proposal, he would hand his S/O a flower wedding ring he tried to make.

👒Everyone would support the marriage, but it would surprise them, and they would try to convince Luffy to be more romantic.

👒The wedding itself is simple, on 1000 Sunny. Luffy was more dressed up the usual but not by much.

👒Franky was the ordained. Sanji prepared the food. Nami and Robin helped Luffy find the wedding ring.

👒The wedding isn’t long and very simple but still the wedding itself was romantic. The people Luffy loved around and celebrate his love.

👒His S/O helping him become the future pirate king and being there when he achieves his dream is something he wants.

⚔️Zoro⚔️

⚔️Engagement Ring⚔️

⚔️Wedding Ring⚔️

⚔️Wedding Song: What she sees in me- Chase Wright⚔️

⚔️Zoro put more thought into his proposal with his S/O than Luffy did. But not too much.

⚔️He had no intention of marriage in the first place wishing to be a better swordsman before asking his S/O for marriage. But seeing how popular his S/O is he chose to ask them anyway.

⚔️He bought a cheap ring and kind of tacky but he doesn’t have a sense of style so he picked it from his heart and figured his S/O would love it too.

⚔️He proposed quickly after all day prepping himself to ask his S/O for their hand. He blurted it out after Sanji picked a fight with him teasing him about his romantic life.

⚔️After with everyone’s eyes on him, he would ask his S/O for their hand in marriage more like mumble it.

⚔️The wedding like Luffy is simple, he spent most of his day training before showering and throwing on his suit.

⚔️But while short he will spend the night dancing with his S/O under the stars.

🍳Sanji🍳

🍳Engagement Ring🍳

🍳Wedding Ring🍳

🍳Wedding Song: Perfect-Ed Sheeran 🍳

🍳Sanji is the most romantic out of all the guys.

🍳The moment he started dating his S/O he knew they were special from the start and had already known he was going ask his S/O for marriage.

🍳He had everything prepared and ready to ask the question. He cooked a full course meal, for his S/O to see the town and during the sunset, he would ask the question.

🍳Of course, he was nervous the whole time. Checking the ring every five minutes to see if it was there.

🍳After his S/O said yes. He wanted to plan the wedding right away but of course, he also wanted it grand.

🍳It was simple next to 1000 Sunny, near the cliff where he asked his S/O’s hand in marriage. He prepared the food and the wedding cake.

🍳During the wedding he couldn’t help but imagine what is under the clothes his S/O is wearing.

🍳A few nosebleeds do happen as he thinks of what the wedding night will bring.

🍳After everyone is stuffed and full and had their party. He would take his S/O private to have fun.

[levis-little-nuggie]

hi! i just saw the post about requests and could you write some fluffy sex headcanons with the brothers? we don't really see stuff like that so i thought i'd ask

Bless you nonny for the request 💜💜 this uh, turned out a lot longer than I had anticipated, probably because I haven't written anything in a good while 😅

Asmo and Belphie will have their own posts 💜

Nsft, obviously, so everything is under the Read More. I made the reader as gender neutral and inclusive as I could. Please let me know if at any point, I was exclusive.

Fluffy Sex Headcanons of the Demon Brothers

(minus Asmo and Belphie)

Lucifer

This man will top or bottom solely dependent upon what you want. Sex with him is moreso about pleasing his partner than just getting off. His preferences are fine tuned to your desires and your body’s limits. Lucifer’s sin feeds off of the immense pride a lover feels when they know you and your body better than you do

He may act cold and aloof in public and in front of others, coming off as stoic and arrogant, but it’s a completely different story behind closed doors.

However you want him, he’ll comply. You’ve done the impossible and captured his heart.  Don’t let this old man and his brown shoes fool you, he’ll drown you in passion.

He’ll gladly play the Dom role, but he’ll also gladly be your sub as well.

If you’re into BDSM and prefer him to Dom, you can expect an intensive aftercare routine that would rival Asmo’s. It’s not that he doesn’t like hurting you or pushing you to your limits, he just wants to reward you for being so good for him and wants to remind you how much he loves you.

If you’re into BDSM and prefer to Dom yourself, go crazy! While you would be capable of marking and bruising his skin, you can’t physically hurt or break him beyond light scratches. He can break out of whatever restraints you put him, even if they are demon-grade. You would need actual spells to diminish his strength to put him on par with a lower-class demon if you wanted him to actually feel any real pain, but if it’s what you want, he’ll do it. Expect a conversation beforehand about what you want and how he can do that for you. He wants there to be clear communication so he knows how best to serve you in the moments to come.

Sure the sex is fantastic, but he’ll show you how much he loves you in the tender moments after. The afterglow is his favorite part, both of you basking in the remnants of pleasure coursing through you, the physical numbness, and the swell of feel-good chemicals swirling through your bodies. This is when he’ll hold you closest, pepper your skin with kisses unable to stop himself, he’ll play with your hair if you have it, his eyes will be bright, his smile will be unrestrained. He may even start humming a long-forgotten lullaby or your favorite song as he rests his head against your chest, hearing your heartbeat in blissful content until one of you decides it’s time to get cleaned up.

No matter how long the day has been, the amount of hours he’s put into all that damn paperwork, he’ll always make time to pamper you after sex. If you prefer to shower alone, he’ll let you go first and have the bed ready with new, clean sheets and clean towels set out for you when you’re done. Prefer to sleep with pajamas? He has a drawer dedicated to your favorite things along with some new ones he bought for you.

Mammon

Ah yes, the tsundere. The dumbass in the streets, dumbass in the sheets. The one who has more hair-brained ideas than he does fingers and toes in one week. One of the greatest banes of Lucifer’s existence.

His push and pull personality might have you questioning the validity of his feelings, but I believe that Mammon wouldn’t be partaking in fluffy sex at all unless he was absolutely smitten.

With how his brothers treat him, he’s reluctant to open his heart to you and fully accept that at some point, you won’t start insulting him either. However, equipped with the sin of greed, Mammon’s completely helpless when you compliment and reassure him. 

His standoffish attitude is a front, a feeble attempt to keep up his reputation as “The Great Mammon,” but he’s got himself wrapped around your finger before he even realizes it and that facade would melt away instantly at your smallest of smiles, a kiss on his cheek or back of his hand, a surprise compliment, anything that makes his heart skip a beat. 

Of the brothers, he has one of the weakest composers around you mainly because he’s also one of the horniest. 

Sex with Mammon can be rushed;  a quickie between classes, a broken composure that has him feeling dehydrated for you, a clash of tongues and teech and a burning desire that encompasses both of you until you find release.

However, the sweetest and fluffiest sex with Mammon would be when either of you are feeling emotionally vulnerable. 

He’ll treat you like you’re the greatest treasure to have ever existed in all three realms, with a delicacy as if you’re fragile because he knows he can be careless and reckless. He’ll be in his head a lot making sure he’s taking care of you, that you feel good, doing his damndest to keep you satisfied so there’s no room in your heart to doubt him. He’ll do whatever it takes to keep that sparkle in your eye when you look at him, to never lose you and never have to experience the day you realize his brothers have been right all along. 

And I mean he’ll do whatever and however. Any wish is his command, but you’ll have more work cut out for you if you suggest the both of you participating in a threesome or more. He wants you all to himself, it’s his greed, but it’s your reassurance and validation that will have him like putty in your hand. 

He’s more than okay with both of you falling asleep in your mess, but more often than not, he’ll wait until you’ve dozed off to clean up. In these moments, he takes the time to worship every inch of your skin, like polishing a priceless jewel. His intentions are pure, most of the time, he just likes to wait till you’re asleep so there’s no chance for you to tease him about it. It also allows his greed to soak up your peaceful expression, the way your body reaches out to him after he’s finished cleaning and comes back to curl up next to you. 

There’s a secret photo album hidden on his phone filled with pictures of the both of you like this, your lashes against your cheeks, your freckles or sun spots, any blemishes or scars that he’s covered in kisses countless of times, your hand in his and vice versa, memories of how sweet and tender your love is, filled with emotions he struggles to put into words. 

Leviathan

It all depends how you play your cards with this one. Teasing him is easy and it’ll get him all flustered, but pair that with his raging horniness and you’ll be walking a fine line between a Dom or sub Levi.

However, if it’s fluffy and sweet sex you want, treat him gently and he’ll return the favor. It’ll take a bit of time and effort to get here, on both your parts, but if you’re willing to put in the work, he’ll make it worth it. Like Mammon, this means sex will be its fluffiest when either both of you or one of you is emotionally vulnerable.

We’ve recently been blessed by the devs on a cannon description of his tail, confirming that it is snake-like with scales. This also means, however, that his tail is sensitive to touch and he has full control of its movements. During a more sweet intimacy, he likes to wrap his tail around a limb, your arm or your leg. It’s only when he’s in Dom or sub mode that he likes to use his tail in a more active manner.

It’s important for him, whether he realizes it or not, that during these moments, that he’s the one touching you, not his tail. If you ask him to use his tail too much during sex, he’ll start to think that you’re only with him because of his tail.

He’ll want to see you even though his room is dimly lit. He also knows his tub bed might not be the most comfortable so he’ll invest in a mattress to put on the floor by the tank, and a few fluffy blankets, from the Ruri-chan line of course, to keep you warm and comfortable so you’ll never want to leave his room, just like him.

He prefers any position that has the two of you lying together, with your face in clear view because he can’t get enough of the faces you make because of the pleasure he’s responsible for making you feel. He’ll be more focused on your voice, your body language, your reactions to reassure him he’s doing something right.

To see your naked skin kissed with the reflection of the water from the tank is his favorite part. He actually got a nosebleed the first time he saw you like that. 

Sex with the otaku is a learning experience that requires patience and repetitive reassurance. He’s certain that no one could ever love him, and it’s going to cost a lot of mental energy, and it can be disheartening at times where it seems he’s not made any progress in loving himself at all, but you’ll both also have an opportunity to create something truly beautiful between the two of you. Falling in love with your best friend, and having your feelings returned with all their heart is one of the most beautiful things to ever experience.

Satan

I like to imagine that Satan is akin to that tiger DILF in Zootopia looking at his tablet while on the train, you know, the one who looks like he’ll take good care of you? Listen, during one of his Devilgram stories, the man pitches a tent (like an actual tent, not a boner you guys) and makes both of you cups of hot chocolate. You can pry this hc out of my cold, dead hands.

Sex with Satan is actually more often fluffy and sweet than anyone would assume because he’s the Avatar of Wrath. Just like all the other brothers, Satan is more than his sin. That being said, Satan is still CEO of Angry Sex™ but he’s also more intune to his own feelings than the rest of his brothers. 

It’s after his more violent fits of rage that he’s seeking your comfort. It’s difficult for him to come down from his wrath; the worse the fit is, the more broken and twisted he feels. He didn’t like coming to you at first because he knows how mentally draining it can be for a human to deal with someone like that, but you’ve insisted in your endearing and stubborn way that he can and needs to rely on you more. You threatened to find all the sources proving your point for the success of any relationship and he eventually gave in, accepting your kindness and your love.

In turn, he provides you with an arsenal of reading material and spells you can arm yourself with for a plethora of reasons; mainly self-defense against demons, a history of successful and failed attempts to prank Lucifer, as well as guides for subjects in class to help you study.

Unlike his previous brothers, sex with Satan is more about the pleasure you both feel. Of course he’ll still be mindful of your pleasure, but he can also get lost in his own desire. No matter how far gone he is, you know that the moment you utter the safeword, he’ll stop immediately and assess the situation. The safeword is actually a simple spell that he’d found when you two started getting more intimate.

On days he’s feeling extra playful, he’ll dress up for you; a collar with a bell, cat ears, a butt plug with a tail attached. He loves to be your little kitty cat, and will practically foam at the mouth if you ever dressed up like a slutty cat for him, but this doesn’t lead to fluffy smut times.

While he has no issues with PDA, Satan reserves his more soft and fluffy side for when you two are totally alone. He’s proactive in looking up cute date ideas and is the type to go all out turning his bed or his floor into a nest of pillows and blankets, cups of tea, hot chocolate, coffee, whatever you prefer, a variety of little snacks, and turn his wall into a projection screen to watch old-fashioned black and white romance movies. 

For Satan, it’s the moments leading up to the sweet intimacy filled with love and adoration that are his favorites. Being the reason your face brightens, tears of happiness well in the corner of your eyes, the way your smile makes his heart stutters, Satan loves showing you how much you mean to him mainly because he knows he’s not the best with words. He could recite any poem of strings of song lyrics, but he believes actions speak louder than words.

He actually prefers for you to have control in these moments; there’s less of a chance he could hurt you and it’s another way to prove his love. He’ll only ever bottom for you. He was reluctant at first, but it’s like you opened his eyes to a whole new world he didn’t know about. He still likes to act like he's a cat and you're his mouse, but he also likes it when you take over and make him bow to your whim. You've gained his trust as well as his heart and he believes that the power dynamic in a relationship should be balanced.

During the most intimate moments, either right after sex or waking up together in the morning after sleeping in, you'll both enter this Cat Speak mode. One of you will start, just a cute little "mrow?" and you'll go back and forth entertaining a semblance of a conversation but without saying anything. There's no actual conversation happening, it's just the two of you making cat noises at each other, giggling and riding the high of this special intimacy specially reserved for these moments of bliss.

Beel

Let’s be honest, 9 times out of 10 your sex with the sixth-born will be fluffy and sweet. He’s like the personified version of a golden retriever. He loves you and has the instinct to want to take care of you. You’re such a small, delicate human, and his brothers love you too so when you’re in Beel’s care, he makes sure you’re satisfied more than just sexually. 

Anything you’re willing to give him, he’ll accept wholeheartedly expressing his love and gratitude in the form of huge grins, hugs, a hearty chuckle, and peppering kisses across your face. 

Even though he’s not as sexually active as some of his brothers, once you get this big guy started, be prepared to cancel any plans you have for the rest of the day… and also the day after just to be safe. He has the most energy and will keep going until he’s had you against every solid surface in his room, minus Belphie’s furniture of course. Regardless of your size or how you look, he’ll make you feel weightless as he carries you around the room effortlessly

He loves the way you taste, gliding his tongue over your skin like you’re an ice-cream cone that never melts, he’s actually growled a number of times when you tried pulling yourself away from him. His eyes had turned shades darker than normal before you snapped him out of it. He would apologize profusely and kill the mood so as to make sure he’s in the right headspace and you’re okay. 

This has only happened a few times, but he still loves to taste every inch of you whenever he has you all to himself. He leaves you covered in hickeys and love bites and even though he’ll apologize, you know he feels absolutely no shame in his brother’s reactions to seeing you covered the next day. 

His favorite part is helping you ride out your orgasm with his mouth. He knows he’s more skilled with his mouth anyway and just, the man cannot get enough of you or your taste. Depending on where he’s at when you orgasm, if he’s close, he’ll paint your skin in his release, and then clean up the mess and drag you in for snuggles. If he’s not quite there yet, he’ll assess your energy levels and wait until you’re ready to go again or keep going, depending on who topped or bottomed. He’s all about consent and wants to join you when you’re fully blissed out regardless if he’s finished or not (meaning he’ll deny his own release in order to lie with you).

Aftercare comes almost second nature to him. He’s already carrying you to the bathroom and soaking you off in the shower before you realize it. The warm water and his large hands invade your senses and he urges you to let go, to let him take care of you and it’s like a dream. His calloused hands offer a sort of comforting roughness that keeps you grounded. If you want shower sex, you’ll have to initiate it.

Actually, that’s pretty accurate for Beel. You want sex? You’re either going to have to initiate it or tell him straight out. Poor guy does not take hints well as he is very oblivious.

[fireflykaizoku]

I noticed your request are open and if they arent I'm so sorry pls just ignore me 😔 but if they are open could I request some Sanji headcanons with a female crush? I would love to see how he would be around her in the kitchen and pleasantly suprised she's a good cook just cooks different dishes and teasingly ask for his help every now and then playful flirting between the two. I'm sorry if it's rambly thank you have a nice day!

helloo, anon my love! yess, they're open, don't worry ❤ i hope you like it! have a nice day and drink water as well! ❤

At first, Sanji would treat you like he treats every other woman. His nose would bleed while he had heart eyes. But after he actually developed feelings for you, the cook would act differently. He would be more “affectionate”, if so to say. His actions towards you wouldn’t be as “generic” as they used to be. He would actually want to get to know you better, and maybe, as he got closer to you, the blonde wouldn’t be as flirty with his other female crewmates. Because of course, he wouldn’t see you only as a crewmate.

He would still make your favorite desserts, and spoil you with cold drinks whenever the weather was too hot. If the sun was bothering you, he’d hold an umbrella or something so you feel more comfortable; craving something specific? he’d cook for you; can’t sleep? Sanji will make some tea. But somehow, he’d try to make sure you noticed his actions are more meaningful than with the other girls.

When he heard noises from the kitchen at night, Sanji thought it was Luffy trying to open the fridge. But to his surprise, he saw you cooking something he didn’t know what it was just yet.

Noticing his presence, you smiled and asked if he didn’t mind if you used his kitchen for a while to cook your favorite dishes. Still speechless, he shook his head as a “no”.

The blonde’s heart almost stopped when you asked him for help. You didn’t have to ask him twice, because Sanji was already next to you waiting for your orders.

It became a habit, you both started cooking together, standing close to each other or brushing your hands on his (and at first he’d get a nosebleed every time, having to excuse himself).

He’d love to be the first person to try whatever you were cooking, it’d make him feel special and important somehow. The woman he has a crush on caring about his opinion? Sanji would feel like he was in heaven! He’d give his honest opinion, but they’d always be compliments because you’re such a great cook!

The blonde could just sit there, with a smile on his face seeing you so concentrated, cooking something.

Also, whenever you started to playfully flirt with him, he’d feel like he was in heaven. And again, at first he’d get a nosebleed every time. It’d take him some time to get used to it.

He’d be very protective, not only during fights, but also whenever someone flirted with you. You weren’t his yet, but this doesn’t mean he’d let nasty men approach you.

So overall, Sanji would still spoil you like he used to do when you first met. He’d cook your favorite food, call you nicknames and be all over you. But with time, he’d spend more time with you cooking together, his flirting would be more serious (and only with you), and he’d try to show his feelings until one of you confessed (or until you showed you felt the same for him).

[pigeonsatdawn]

law school ep 15 (and solhwi overall)

gonna put in my two cents for the line that singlehandedly caused the solhwi nation to implode.

(apologies in advanced because my thoughts are too messy for me to neatly put it in a post but i want to say it anyway—also this is just the way i view solhwi so please don't come screaming at me if you disagree!)

i'm a diehard solhwi shipper and i love their relationship, and think they have one of the best relationships out there in the fictional world, and also definitely one of the healthiest. but to me, their relationship extends far beyond the romantic relationships we so often see portrayed in media.

kim beom said in one interview that this relationship between HJH and KS is kin to that of a soulmate relationship that's not necessarily romance, and i find myself agreeing with that notion. while soulmates are typically used to describe romantic partnerships, it doesn't necessarily have to start with romance. (many people have pointed this out in other posts so i won't go further down the fact that HJH x KS's relationship is a friends-to-lovers slow burn but you get me.)

but in fact, this bond between soulmates (or at least how i define it), in my opinion, is far beyond what we usually see in romance. as in, it's not just someone you like, but it's someone whose changed your life in a certain way. i know some may be averse to the idea of having to change for the one you love because loving is the notion of accepting someone in spite of the person's flaws, but what i mean is that when you love someone in this way, you want to change because of them. you see them, and they inspire you, and you grow in your own way. once again—growth is a very subjective idea, and even for HJH and KS we can see them grow in different directions—but we can clearly see how they have impacted each others' lives.

it's quite obvious, imo, how KS's life has been impacted by HJH's. she's,, not the "smartest" out there, and we can't deny that. we know she probably won't make it through law school if not for HJH's help. HJH is always there, a step ahead of KS, but he's not just being proud about it, instead opting to help her understand what the laws are and why they are the way they are, which KS especially needs, being a particularly empathic person. but we've also seen that HJH has helped KS beyond simply academics. he's always been there to protect her—almost all their interactions have proven that (the camera outside her house, the hungover soup, the switching seats—i think literally everything?..?..?.??). maybe she doesn't necessarily need protection, but surely thanks to his protection she's much better than she might've been without, especially knowing her terribly miserable life.

but i often wonder why HJH is so heart-eyes of KS of all people. i mean, i know love is love and sometimes you just catch feelings, but i believe there's more meaning behind their relationship than meets the eye. like you don't just look at someone so lovingly for it to be just a crush, y'know? the first reason that comes to mind is clearly simply KS's amicable personality. she definitely stands out: she's not that intelligent, struggling and barely surviving, but she has insane passion to pull through even despite truth attacks (like SJH saying she should reconsider her life decisions, saying that a chance of passing isn't something to be proud of, etc). she treats everything with such a positive outlook, and, well, KS is just an adorable human, so it's hard not to have a little crush her.

what makes KS stand out most, the core of her personality, is that she has hope, despite everything. she's been through shit because of her circumstances—left by her twin sister without a word, been in juvie, has no money to deal with it—you know, entire backstory. but instead she fights her weakness, even though she feel like it should've been her sister, even though she's not smart enough, because she has to do this. she keeps going, even though things keep turning out for the worse for her, holding hope when circumstances are most dire. but why? because she strives for justice. she doesn't want to be wronged. she wants the law to own up its mistakes, wants to make sure the law gets its own revenge. that's why she wants to work in law, yeah? and so she keeps fighting, even when hope seems lost.

okay but why did i mention this? because i think this is what HJH sees in KS. why? because this is what he needs.

HJH had lost hope. in an episode (i don't remember which), he mentioned he doesn't trust anyone, and it's obvious why: his uncle. it's the worst kind of betrayal that causes your ideals being burned down. he realized that even people who work in law can be corrupt, people who he thought he could trust above all others, people who seemed utterly good. and then he just begins to regard everyone with baseline amity, and no further. many have pointed out he doesn't have real friends (other than KS), even though he looks outgoing and friendly. it's not quite shown, but it must've been lonely. and a lonely fight, trying to prove that he will be a better prosecutor than his uncle was. and we know that HJH's nature as a person is to be calculating, objective, seeing things through facts and statistics; it's what makes him so intelligent. what that also makes him is realistic, and more often than not, that is almost equal to pessimistic—because reality just... sucks, as has been proven by the betrayal of his uncle. and further into the drama we see only more corrupt people in the business, so we certainly don't get out hopes fueled.

there's scarcely anyone in what we see who's actually pursuing law because they're passionate about the law, or if they are, they're not often very... human in doing it. examples: YJH, SJH, KSB are all very cold and indifferent types, people who really just come and do what they do, focus on studies (in the case of YJH, his teaching), and interactions with others are treated as "lesser". SJH and KSB in particular—they're good at the law, sure, but they seem to prioritize their position in law first and foremost. SJH and KSB don't hesitate to call out their losses, and even would rather not intervene for justice if it meant their position would be compromised. not that they're bad characters, not at all; i mentioned them simply to compare them to KS, who, despite not having the brains to do half the things she's supposed to do and earning herself nosebleeds everytime she tries, still does what she does for justice, passionately, hopefully, all for righteousness.

okay this was longer than i intended WHEW so i'll cut to the chase: long story short, HJH needs KS because KS gives him hope. hope of a humanity where people actually work in law and choose to fight for justice against all odds, even if the system itself is infiltrated by filth and corruption. KS is someone who, in her first lecture, was grilled the fuck out by Yangcrates, yet the first thing she does after she nearly throws her guts out is ask HJH whether he can tutor her. she does not ever lose hope, and that, truly, is what stands out to HJH, what he needs.

and KS needs HJH because he is her hope as well! hope by itself does no good if you can't actually do something about it, and KS knows this. HJH, despite seemingly just being someone to help her in her studies, is someone she needs if she wants to achieve her goals, if she wants to get back on the law the right way. which is why, in the end, KS and HJH are, while independent in their own way, dependent on each other in terms of their growth—KS gives HJH hope in humanity, HJH helps KS realize (make real) her hopes that would have been dreams if not for her.

oh my god i've rambled on this long without stating my point: THE DAMN LINE.

HJH saying he owes her makes sense in this light because, indeed, KS's positive outlook in everything keeps him going. it gives him a reason to keep wanting to work in law, because she is a reason to believe in goodness and justice, that there will be people who keep fighting for justice against all odds. he owes this to her—and perhaps that is why he goes all out to help her achieve that hope, perhaps that's why he goes out of his way to care for her. because they are each other's missing puzzle piece, the other half. soulmates.

sigh ok this was long ONE FINAL POINT. everyone has their own opinion on a solwhi ending, so i might as well chip in mine.

certainly, as a solhwi shipper, i want them to end up together. i believe they're really the best of soulmates, two people who just complement each other so well. but in the current timeline, them having a romantic relationship out of the blue would be,,, simply unnecessary, imo. they're still very much in the stage of friendship, and are both dealing with their own personal baggage, that shoving a romance would just take away the focus from their growth. i personally think even this platonic relationship is already a beautiful one, one that outshines many of the romances i've watched, even without having to flood everything under the romance light—which i think many can agree with me, seeing as how solhwi is shipped so much. i still want to see them end up together, though, so SEASON TWO LAW SCHOOL MANIFESTATION. please please please directors writers make it happen i am begging you. thank you.

sorry for this long ass post, thank you if you do read it and leave any thoughts! again this is just my opinion, you're free to let me know if you think differently or anything, or shoot me a message if you want to scream about solhwi or whatever i'm just solhwi brainrot 24/7 🤸🏻‍♀️