#Core strength(ship)

[kankuroplease]

Couples pole session

[xbraveheartx]

Still drives me absolutely bonkers thinking about the moment you first start to change and become human in Lies of P, is the moment after you fight Romeo and go back to the hotel. Sophia notes you don’t look so good after she mentions the necklace Romeo had— the one that says “To Romeo from your friend C”. It visibly affects you and you’re not sure why just yet.

Where only after that, you hear Romeo’s voice whisper “Carlo” and suddenly you have physically changed. Your hair is longer, your shoulders are broader, you have physically been altered because encountering Romeo and hearing him say that name awakened something deep within you that wants out.

And the menu screen where your very heart sits is now the Opera House in flames with a bundle of white stargazer flowers sitting beside it.

Bonkers, man— BONKERS!!

[phoenixcatch7]

Finding out Tom Holland did ballet and gymnastics and how it affected how he could act as spiderman was an absolute game changer for me. My eyes had been opened.

Like, yeah, spiderman would be phenomenal at performance sports like that. He'd be AMAZING. More than that, do you know how insanely fun it is to bend and flip and stretch??

Spiderman is famous for being a speed/flexibility build, rather than tanky like so many other high ranking heroes. Instead of the normal super speed/strength/durability/energy blast powerset, he has stuff like super balance, or super agility. He's small and light, bendy and strong, fast and precise.

More than that, he could be interested in learning the performance sports. They teach ways to move and hold your body in ways sparring or katas can't, and once he's progressed far enough with his fighting skills I can definitely see him turning towards the movement side of things - also a very important part of his skillset in comparison to the average hero's.

Listen:

Hnnnng spiderman doing a collab/solo performance with a company out of absolutely nowhere (he's been practicing and training religiously for weeks and months and years) and it gets a huge audience/huge views and yeah everyone expects good things but he just blows it out the water. Jjj has no context to build on. He watches it several times and the worst thing he can say is about spiderman setting the bar too high and making other performers feel bad (those in the know who helped him train got tickets to see it live specially).

[shirogane-oushirou]

🌊🦦 Summer Beach Time 🦦🌊

soooo i made comments in the tags of another piece i made about how i want to go to the beach (or a lake tbh, he's a lake guy) with him, and watch him get the zoomies in the water and just. walk around and make the 🥺 face at me when i'm sitting at the edge of the water and he wants to be close.

(i'm obsessed with this pair of dino pattern trunks... ren core...)

[tiramissyoucake]

Escape attempt gone wrong (not clickbait)(my husband gets pissed?!?!)

Viltrumite Mark x fem reader, forced marriage, the whole shabang, I know nothing about Viltrum♡ word vomitted, lame fade to black scene because idk how to end this

You see a few ships zip by your windows on some days, you know they don't need ships, so a lot of them were dormant in landing zones.

"What're you thinking about?" Your husband's hands snaked onto your shoulders as his voice reached your ear, a small smile on his face.

"... nothing, I'm just wondering why you have ships since Viltrumites can fly." You noted, Mark hummed. "... honestly? I can't tell you either, maybe it's for longer journeys or cargo." He kissed your cheek gently. "Why? Planning to take one on a joy ride?"

The idea was tempting. "Don't be ridiculous," you scoffed. "I can't fly those."

Later that night, a formal meeting between a few powerful Viltrumites you didn't care about busied Mark and a majority of your guards have turned in for the night, you were left to your own devices in a big bedroom stockpiled with gifts from every corner of the galaxy.

You tossed and turned, sleeping early didn't help. You were restless, you've been restless since you've been demanded to remain in one building and one building only. It infuriated you, your supposed husband most likely saw you as a reward for decimating a planet and not a living being with autonomy.

You sat up, glancing aside to the empty space next to you. He had some nerve, locking you up then leaving to play emperor like this, anywhere else in the galaxy would be better now.

... 'anywhere else' wasn't impossible.

. . .

"You need to mind your manners," Nolan scolded as Mark left the room the 'conference' was held in. "I know you're doing a good job in power, but that doesn't mean you can disrespect your seniors."

"I don't respect those who don't respect me." Mark spoke, his tone grated through gritted teeth. "All I want to do is get this stupid cape off me and see my wife."

Nolan restrained an eye roll, the human pet. "You're too attached to that human, what do you see in her anyway?"

"Everything. She's kind, interesting, she sees me beyond my strength, it's like..." he let out a sigh, holding back a shiver from showing, the sigh almost sounded lovesick. "It's like she sees right through me to my core, sees me for who I am, not what I am."

Gag. His father ignored the romance ramble. "You'll learn to see her as a tool for the good of the empire."

Mark rolled his eyes, parting ways at a hallway. "I'm going to bed, I neglected her enough." He didn't wait for a 'goodnight' or any last comments from his father as he left.

The grand doors to the bedroom creaked open, nothing changed. Your body under the sheets, gifts untouched and floors clean, he let out a sigh of relief as he threw aside the cape, loosening the collar of his clothes. "Are you awake?" His voice was soft compared to the usual commanding tone. "I missed you, dear.."

He came to his side of the bed. "I've been waiting to—"

Pillows. Not your peaceful sleeping figure. A stack of pillows. Confusion flooded his head as he got up.

"... oh, oh! Haha! very funny, love." He looked around. "You can come out now!" He waited for a beat, eyes glancing around for any movement.

None, nothing, not even a shuffle. Panic tingled at his fingertips, as he tugged the sheets off the bed, rapidly looking under the bed his eyes darted around the room. His heart raced, looking in any and every compartment that you could possibly squeeze into.

The room grew into a mess but he couldn't care less, sweat coated his forehead from the frenzy of pure panic. "You're not here." He finally admitted to himself, his heart pounding.

Silently cursing the meeting in his head, he sped off to collect whoever he can from guards or staff to form a search party, you couldn't have gone far. Humans were weak, vulnerable, he'll find you. He'll find you. He'll find you.

. . .

You held the cloak you found in the back of the closet close to your chest, you didn't know if Viltrumites recognised you but you wouldn't risk it, but your feet hurt as you ran through the unfamiliar structures.

The hallways were empty, the doors were loose. It was a miracle. You got a chance to leave this nightmare of a marriage, you had no clear idea on where you'd be headed, but you heard stories of galaxy nomads and travellers making ends meet and surviving! You're a smart person, you've got common sense. How hard could it be..?

The landing zone. You just needed to get to the landing zone.

A gasp escaped you, you heard a few barks of commands. "Spread out! She couldn't have gone far!"

You needed to get to that landing zone.

Keep low, keep hidden. You repeated that in your head as you ran, you thought you'd never get there or that you may have gotten lost, then the landing zone came into view, you saw a few ships and suddenly, hope seemed within your reach.

The search party seemed too focused on the buildings and structures, you thanked whatever architect decided to put that place outside of populated areas, the shouting dwindled, turning more distant as you got closer.

You tossed the hood off seeing a few Viltrumites guarding a gate, spotting you as you closed in, they grew confused. "Your imperial majesty? What happ—"

"Open the gates!!" For the first time, you commanded them. "Open them, now!!"

They had no choice but to listen, the gates opened and your heart almost pounded out of your chest. The ships lined up and their states were clear, maintenence, maintenence, offline, maintenence, offline, reserved, offline, reserved.

Finally, 'Ready'.

You could hear the shouting return, but you didn't care, the ship took you in so easily and you could see a new life for yourself outside of this miserable planet, now you just need to learn how to get the controls to listen to you.

It was quiet inside the ship, save for the rapid button clicking and switch flicking from you, everything was coming to life in the ship's mechanics, you held onto the yoke of the ship as you saw the landscape shift, it would levitate off the ground soon.

. . .

He saw it in the distance, hovering high over the empire he saw a ship start to levitate, he knew about every ship, item and living being that entered and left Viltrum.

"No. No. Nononono." His body moved, launching him to the landing zone area with his fists clenched ready to tear through metal.

Mark mumbled to himself as he closed the distance quickly, angered at your audacity to try to escape him.

. . .

Freedom was on the horizon, you were out of here, out of this nightmare. Your hands readjusted repeatedly on the yolk as the ship moved.

A booming sound caused you to whip your head to the back of the ship, your heart dropped seeing an indent in the metal.

"I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!" You never heard Mark's voice reach that level of volume, the pounding continued. "COME OUT!"

You stood your ground, even as the fear of what he might do if he gets you caused your hands to tremble and your heart to race quickly, you repeatedly tapped a few buttons, didn't this stupid ship have thrusters or whatever?!

An alarm blared, one meant to let a pilot know the ship wouldn't listen, you had a feeling it had to do with more rumbling from below, curse his monstrous strength, you heard a piercing noise, followed by a grating, screeching noise. He was peeling the metal with his bare hands.

"You'd rather DIE in the cold of the galaxy? You despise me to THAT extent?!" He screeched at the top of his lungs, the ship sparking after he destroyed its engine from the outside and it's structure being torn apart.

Your hands rapidly tried to find any button that could reverse or override the damage. "Please," you mumbled as if the ship could hear you. "Please work, please! I can't stay here..!"

"(NAME)!! TURN THIS SHIP OFF!! NOW!!"

His yelling scared you, you gripped a lever and before you knew it, a flury of sparks flew from the control panel, so powerful it almost knocked you out, but the ship being pummeled back to the ground beat the sparks to it, the tilt of the ship causing you to fall out the pilot's chair and hit your head on the way down to the ship's floor.

Your head hurts, your heart hurts, are you going to die on this ship? You didn't want to succumb to the pounding in your head, you were scared you'd wake up chained or worse. A burning sensation collected at the point of impact on your head.

The ship was useless now, Mark made sure of it, the engine being destroyed in an instant, tugging the metal back until there was enough of an opening for him to slip through, he bent his head down to enter the ship. its lights flickering off, he looked up with a piercing glare, a scowl on his lips and eyebrows furrowed, his knuckles were reddened from the sheer force of his strikes against the metal.

It was quiet for a moment as he watched the consciousness slip away from you, his footsteps that approached you quiet compared to the powerful banging of his fists from seconds ago.

"You've got some nerve." He started, a look of anger, sadness, frustration and heartbreak in his eyes. "You think it's that easy, don't you?"

Black spots formed in your vision, your expression was one he couldn't dissect, it pissed him off more, and he knew he'd still take care of that bump on your head after bringing you back home.

It doesn't matter, he'd indulge in his win for now and seethe about the insolence after. And right when he thought you were becoming more obedient too.

"I'm not letting you go." Mark stated to make the situation clear to your fuzzy state of mind, "Not now. Not ever. I'll make sure of it."

[sky-is-the-limit]

Monster trio and how they'd react to you making them jealous on purpose 🤭

P: F!Reader x Monster Trio

CW: Oral Sex (F!Receiving), Unprotected P in V

WC: 4,486 words

Luffy:

Initially, you didn't expect him to care.

It was Luffy. He wasn't exactly seasoned in the romance department, hell, you were his first girlfriend and half the time, he still treated you like one of the crew.

There were days when he didn't always notice when you got quiet or pulled away.

Some days he was too busy with food, brainstorming the next adventure or chasing something across the deck to even remember you were there.

So yeah... maybe you just wanted to find out if the pirate king could get jealous.

Nothing too extreme, you just gave your attention to everyone but him. Arms slung around Usopp's shoulders, giggling with Nami, slipping bites of your dinner to Chopper, the treats you'd normally keep just for him.

Meanwhile, Luffy just sat there grinning, scarfing down meat like usual.

Then that night, when the ship creaked under moonlight and everyone else was asleep, you spotted him in the corridor.

Standing in the dark. Still.

That dumb grin was stretched way too far, all quiet and weird. It sent a chill down your spine.

"You forget I'm the Captain." He muttered, and before you could reply, his arms snapped forward, stretching like ropes and yanking you through the air.

The door slammed behind you and your little game was over just as quickly as it began.

No teasing, no patience.

Luffy yanked your shorts down with a growl, baring you to the cool air before collapsing to his knees like a man possessed, tongue already lolling out like he could taste you in the atmosphere.

He licked like an animal, nose grinding against your clit and sucking so hard it made your thighs twitch.

Luffy ate like he fought. Reckless, all in with no hesitation. With his mouth soaked, juices starting to glisten his jaw and neck, spit and arousal smearing his lips as he groaned straight into your cunt.

At times, it felt like he couldn’t choose what to do.

Flat, curling swipes over your throbbing bud one second, then tongue-fucking you deep the next, loud, wet noises as though he wanted the whole ship to hear.

He pulled your hips forward by your soft thighs, holding you up with sheer strength as you writhed, his moans vibrating through you.

"Mmm, better than meat-" He mumbled against your sweaty flesh, grinning before spitting straight onto your sensitive core and letting it dribble down.

His tongue flicked up the mess like he couldn’t bear to waste a drop, licking fast and sloppy whilst your hips bucked against his face to shove him in, chasing every drag of his mouth.

"Say it..." The pirate murmured, two fingers now buried to the knuckle, curling into that sweet spot over and over.

"Say what?" You gasped, almost sobbing.

He looked up at you from between your legs, lips shiny, eyes half-lidded and feral.

"That I'm your captain." He said, tongue flicking over your clit like punctuation. "Tell me."

Your voice cracked. "Y-Yes - f-fuck, yes sir, you're my captain-"

He groaned like that pushed him over the edge, his whole body trembling as he devoured you again, holding you down while your orgasm crashed through you like a wave, leaving your thighs soaked and his mouth completely covered in you.

Zoro:

Lately, you'd been catching him slipping.

Less eye contact. Fewer words. No hand on your back when you walked past.

Zoro had always been a man of few words but this felt like more than that, like he was closing off again. Like back when you first met him and he didn’t trust you yet.

The more you asked what was wrong, the colder he got. Said he was "just tired" or "needed to train." But you weren’t stupid. You felt it, that he was slipping through your fingers and too proud to say why.

So... you decided to see what would happen if someone else had your attention.

"Private cooking lessons?" Sanji lit up when you asked, hand dramatically pressed to his heart. "For you? I’d be honoured."

Zoro didn’t say shit about it. Not even when you came back to the deck reeking of garlic and smugness.

Then that night, when you passed his room, he was already waiting outside, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed and that dead-calm look in his eye.

"I thought you liked katanas," He muttered as the door slammed shut behind you, trapping you against his chest.

His gaze dropped to the curve of your bare skin where the shirt had ridden up, no bra in sight and the way your chest caught the dim light made his jaw tighten.

You caught that look and tossed him a smirk, pushing buttons like a brat.

Zoro's fingers slid beneath the fabric, skimming ribs damp with heat before grabbing your wrist and dragging you towards the full-length mirror hanging on the wall.

"What happened? You downgraded to kitchen knives?"

Then he kissed you like he hadn’t in days, like he’d been holding himself back and just snapped. His tongue shoved past your lips, messy, hungry, taking back what he decided you owed him.

One hand slid under your shirt, dragging up your skin and cupping your breast fiercely, guaranteeing soreness.

A rough squeeze followed and the sensation of his thumb swiping across your nipple to coax out a gasp from your throat.

The mirror loomed ahead, big and unkind to your dishevelled state.

The swordsman shoved your chest into the glass with one palm between your shoulder blades, the cold surface shocking your nipples as your breath fogged up the reflection.

His other hand dragged your pants and panties down in one rough pull to strip your ass to the room and the air to prickle over your sensitive skin.

Leaning close, his breath warmed your ear.

"You wanted my attention," He murmured, cock pressing between your cheeks. "Now you have it."

He didn’t give you time to respond. One hand tangled in your hair with the other gripping your hip like a vice as he drove his cock into you with a single thrust.

The stretch stung, a thick burn splitting you open as he sank in to the hilt with one brutal stroke and gave you no chance to breathe.

He hammered into you hard again and again, hips slapping skin with a wet, nasty sound that bounced off the walls, making you feel like the whole damn room was shaking.

The muscles in his arms flexed with each thrust, jaw locked and sweat dripping down his temples like he was sparring, not fucking.

"Eyes up." Zoro snarled, grabbing your jaw and forcing you to look at the mirror. "Watch yourself take it."

You whimpered, eyes locking onto your reflection. What a mess. Your face was flushed, lips parted, tits bouncing with each thrust and drool starting to smear the corner of your mouth.

His body behind you was all strength and sweat, veins bulging along his arms as he fucked you rough, unforgiving almost.

"Don’t look away." He snapped when you tried to close your eyes from the stimulation.

"You had no problem putting on a show for the waiter, right? Now watch how fucked up you get for me."

One hand slid between your legs, fingers grinding rough, circling your wet clit like he was claiming it, making you gasp loud enough to be heard next door and legs trembling under him.

The sounds were filthy. Every shove soaked and provocatively loud, your cunt squelching around him like it was begging for more.

Wetness dripped down his swollen erection, stringing between your thighs whilst the slap of his hips against your ass bruised the tender flesh.

"No one else gets to have this," Zoro muttered low against your shoulder, breathing heavy.

"No one else gets to have you, understand?"

Sanji:

You always thought you could handle it.

Sanji was a flirt. He always had been. Compliments, heart eyes, blowing kisses to every woman he passed.

For the most part, you never took it seriously.

He was sweet to you, kind in a way he wasn’t with anyone else. You figured once things got serious between you two, you’d be chill about it and he'd tone it down to respect your boundaries.

Until that night.

The crew had docked and found a half decent bar, the kind with warm lights, loud music and everyone spread out to relax.

Sanji went to grab drinks while you chatted with Robin and Nami about everything and nothing.

Then, when you glanced over, you caught him leaning over the counter, giggling with the pretty bartender like they were sharing secrets. She touched his wrist. He didn’t pull away.

That was it. Something flipped and the green monster possessed you.

So when he brought the drinks back, you turned to Zoro who was already a few pints deep and barely upright and asked loud enough for the crew to hear,

"Think you could give me some private combat lessons?"

Zoro blinked. Grunted and nodded before downing the 10th shot for the night.

Sanji's laugh died mid-breath. He straightened, lips tight as if someone spat in his drink.

"I'm heading back to prep dinner." He announced, tossing a glance your way. It wasn’t quite a glare but he clearly expected you to follow.

And just like that, he was gone with you trailing behind.. through the ship, past the quiet halls, into the kitchen.

"Come here, mon coeur." His blue eyes dragged down your body, tongue swiping over his bottom lip like he already tasted you.

"Looks like it's my turn to teach you a thing or two."

Sanji gripped your thighs and hoisted you up like you weighed nothing, sliding you across the cold metal table until your ass hit the edge with a soft thud.

His body slotted between your legs, heat radiating off him, erection already straining his slacks as he kissed you deep.

Fingers yanked your shirt up and your bra was gone in a flash, his breath hot on your bare skin as lips closed around your tits, sucking hard and tongue swirling over your nipples with teeth grazing just enough to make you squirm.

He groaned when you arched for him, teeth grazing sensitive skin before he flicked his tongue again, leaving your chest wet, tender and marked.

"Thought I'd get jealous? Of him?" Sanji murmured, lips trailing down your stomach while undoing his belt.

"I don't get jealous, sweetheart... I get even."

That killer smile was all you could focus on before he guided his cock through your folds first, letting it glide through the slick mess you made, the head nudging your clit with every pass until you whined desperately.

Then he pushed in slow and steady, thick length stretching you inch by inch until you gasped, legs tightening around his waist.

"S-Sanji, someone could walk in-" You whimpered his name like prayer, breath hitching enough to make you choke.

"Then you better keep those pretty noises down, yeah?" He said, grinning against your neck, his teeth biting down.

"Sanji-"

"You think anyone else could touch you like this?" He whispered, grinding in slow just to hear you struggling to keep a breathing pattern.

"I’ve had you soaked the moment I kissed you."

He bent you back until your shoulders hit the table, fucking you flat while your legs spread around his torso.

Every filthy smack of flesh reverberated off the kitchen walls, the sound of your slick pussy clenching around him as he rutted into you hard being the only thing clouding your mind.

Fluids dripped off the table’s edge, pooling beneath you whilst his hands gripped your hips like handles, knuckles pale as he fucked you dumb.

"Not letting you go yet-" Sanji grunted. "They can all hear it. Let 'em."

The blonde man fucked you until your legs shook uncontrollably, until your juices mixed and poured down the backs of your thighs, ruining the table and his trousers.

You came with a sob, nails in his messy hair, head thrown back as he drove into you over and over and your cunt spasming around him, milking him like it didn’t want to let go.

[thetrasha]

His Love Is…

STRAW HAT EDITION

LUFFY

...freeing.

Luffy lives wholly in the moment and seeks adventure, often attracting trouble wherever he goes. He is so unapologetically, authentically himself that nobody can help themselves – their true colours come forth around him; he brings out the best and the worst in people, depending on their personal moral compass. He is a beacon of hope, so bright and warm, so lively and wild. Anyone would believe in happiness and a purpose when travelling with him, but his forever allegiance lies with you because you complement him. You nurture his freedom-driven explorations because you believe in him, you believe in your friends and Luffy sparked that same assuredness in yourself, too. You were pulled into his world as soon as you met him, but neither of you expected you to merge your visions for a happy world. He made you feel hopeful, softer, kinder… you don’t have to pretend anymore. He knows that you’ve been so strong for too long. He’s seen it, that’s why he recruited you. That magnetic pull towards you was magical and it made him want to pursue a world where you wouldn’t have to hide to save face anymore. He wanted you to peer into his eyes and see you in them.

You deserve to be free.

ZORO

…thorough.

Zoro is a fiercely independent man who chases his dream and does everything he can to ensure that his end goal won’t be up to fate – his success, due to his efforts, can’t be measured in probabilities, they’re certainties. One of his core beliefs is that he’s the architect of his own future, that he can carve out his own path and mould the world to his liking if he just tries hard enough. He doesn’t care how arduous his chosen path is, he’ll gladly face every challenge and shoulder every bit of pain… since he’s confident enough that he won’t break under pressure. You’ve been an unmovable force, a damn thorn in his side, for quite some time now, you’re so stubborn in your care for him that he couldn’t help but perceive you – truly perceive you. He admired your spirit, acknowledged your quiet strength and continuos efforts. He sees himself mirrored in your soul because you’ve been with him so consistently. He’d adopted your habits without him noticing. Your presence makes him want to be a man you can be proud of. He’d promise to take better care of himself and try his best to be open about his emotions with you. He made you feel confident, whole and equal. He’ll take on your demons if you, as his equal, help him confront his.

You deserve to be protected.

USOPP

…kind.

People say that absence makes the heart grow fonder and you don’t quite understand that sentiment until Usopp isn’t around for you to lean on one day. Maybe he’s been assigned to stay back and watch the ship, maybe he’s looking at cute little trinkets near the harbour… whatever it is, you suddenly realise that Usopp is the glue that keeps this crew together. He is so open-minded and funny that everyone feels welcome in his presence; he turns your friend group into a community and he makes you feel included in every aspect of his life, shares every conversation with you and trusts you blind. He is devoted to your comfort because you look behind the carefully-constructed mask he wears, you take over when his social battery has run dry and you reassure him that both of his parents would be proud of the person he’s become. He feels a connection to you that goes beyond usual conventions. Most often, he cannot even put it into words how lucky he thinks he is. He is loyal to you and wants you to view him as part of your family. He dreams of watching you achieve your dreams with him as your forever home and save haven.

You deserve to be seen.

SANJI

…gentle.

Sanji loves to make people feel special and strives to do better. If he can put a smile on someone’s face, he’s done his deed and he lawfully approaches every day with the same quaint attitude. He knows that life can be hard – it can be so, so hard. That’s exactly why he cannot stand anyone piling onto someone else’s plight. Maybe that’s why he’s taken such a liking to you. You’re just like him, eager to make yourself useful and help your friends whenever you can… at the same time, just like him, you don’t see your own worth. A happy relationship grows out of an ironically selfish desire to make you see yourself for who you are. He naively thought that helping you would help him, but all it did was reveal your innermost thoughts and feelings and he found himself so in tune with you that he, as a hopeless romantic, finally felt like he’s found his match. Sanji can be intense and he knows it, you are great at communicating your likes and dislikes and he treasures your honestly. Knowing that he’s your safe place has him seeing stars whenever you’re near, you’re that important to him. Also, your sweetness only fuels his desire for a happy world, and he’ll be by your side for as long as you’ll have him.

You deserve to be cared for.

FRANKY

…exciting.

Franky knows that he’s unconventional. His life’s work literally breathed life into him and gave him a second chance at the game. His mind is so vast and feeds on his own curiosity and his longing for spectacular experiences. He is the heart of any party and entertains every joke, every conversation and loves seeing just how diverse people can be in personality and looks alike. It makes him feel less like an anomaly and more like an appreciator of surprises. He knows that he’s bold, passionate and confident, but you cared enough to explore all parts of his personality like it was second nature. You stuck around, watched him tinkering away well into the deep night when the mood turns sombre, and you never seemed to mind. No, when he went quiet, you started talking his ear off… just to cheer him up. That sold him on the idea of a relationship. He thinks so highly of you, thinks that your energy works super well with his natural charm and he adores bouncing off of different topics with your much appreciated input. You complete him in ways he didn’t think were possible. Your creativity and ideas for silly project make the gears in his head turn and before you know it, you’re both drafting up a blueprint for a gimmick nobody but you two would ever appreciate.

You deserve to smile.

BROOK

…deep.

Brook inspires people effortlessly. He encourages everyone to chase their dreams and stroll about the path of life at their own pace and on their own terms. He’s known hardships and he wishes to shield others from those feelings of melancholy and sorrow, even if he knows that working through every bit of pain gives one the tools to walk through life with a little more resilience. Still, he wishes to influence people with his music and give them a break from their everyday troubles, make them forget… it makes him feel useful, like he’s a part of something that makes being somewhat alive truly worth it. You saw right through that… immediately, too. You two were in complete harmony, you understood him wordlessly and the way you carried your own baggage with pride, shockingly, inspired him. You made him feel like his entire existence amounted to something. He longs for a soul-binding connection and a strong, secure relationship. Brook may need some time to trust and let go, but once he’s in, you’ve found a partner for life. He just wishes you’d look at yourself with the same innocent wonder you grace him with, laugh at your own jokes the way you laugh at his – you’re his muse, his everything. Life isn’t quite as scary when you’re with him, he knows that you can rely on each other as he slowly copes with his decades old loneliness with you by his side.

You deserve to trust.

JINBE

...easy.

Jinbe was so wise, so admirable, so… him. It was impossible to not feel secure in his presence. He’d always been naturally observant and thus, caring for others is second nature to him. Expressing his emotions isn’t a matter of pride for him, he’s just so easy-going and calm that he may seem cold to those who don’t know him, but his heart is always set aflame from passion alone. He feels and thinks deeply about others, engages in soul-searching conversation and never shies away from giving a good piece of advice to those who might want it. Without even thinking about it, he started taking care of you and remembered the little things that mattered – he wasn’t just available, he was there. Jinbe made you feel like your problems didn’t matter so much, he’s seen you through your highest highs and lowest lows, and it didn’t matter once. He only saw your heart, your soul, your mind… and he adored it all, no matter what you thought about it. You were a part of his crew, his friends, his family… knowing that you were just as fond of him as he was of you was a blessing. His love is mature, deeply respectful, and binds your souls together. You feel as though you are one.

You deserve to heal.

[ashen-char]

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ship: anora x reader (gender neutral in terms, reader has a penis so g!p)

content: smut (but not PIV), sex work bc of ani's job

summary: a regular client of ani's, you strive to be special to her. the way she calls you puppy makes you think you might be.

word count: 1100+

Ani moans into the kiss, her body arching down into your touch. She can feel the hardening evidence of your arousal pressing against her thigh, hard and insistent. So greedy. She fucking loves it. It makes her own core throb with need, her panties dampening. Because of you. For you.

This knowledge is why you come back every time. You delude yourself that she's only this wet for you, that she hates everyone else she talks to. They're just wallets. You're special. Maybe it's true. Maybe this is her shtick with every client that walks through those doors. You can't bring yourself to care. Not when she smells of cherry blossoms and cheap tequila, not when you can taste her sweet on your tongue and feel her heat on your lap.

"Mmm, my naughty darling," Ani purrs, her hands sliding under your shirt to explore the planes of your back. "Touching yourself without permission, wasting your fuckin' cum. Such a bad puppy." She rocks her hips down against your lap, grinding her clothed pussy against your cock. You can feel it straining in your boxers, begging, pleading for more. More friction, more attention, fucking anything. "Don't you know it's all mine?"

"I'm not bad," you protest weakly. "Just missed you. P-please." You don't think you get the last word out, interrupted by Ani's manicured fingers slipping into your waistband. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, nails digging into the leather seats.

Headquarters' VIP room is a familiar sight to you now. You went for the first time a couple months ago for your best friend's bachelor party. That's when you saw her.

Ani's words bring you out of that reverie. "You're lucky I'm in the mood to forgive you. The thought of you needing me so bad you stroked that pretty cock 'til you popped? Well, it makes a girl feel special." She flashes you a smile and you think it's genuine. You feel it.

That makes you perk up. You're her puppy, her baby, she wouldn't forgive anyone else. She wouldn't care.

Ani's hands slide down to your ass, squeezing the firm muscle there. She hooks her legs around your hips, using the leverage to pull you closer. Dancing has given her a lot of strength that might be surprising considering her slight frame, her core and legs in particular. You watch in awe every time she's on the pole. Or on your lap.

"I think you owe me an apology, don't you?" she breathes, her lips brushing against your ear. Her whisper is hot, makes your dick twitch. "You should've fucking visited earlier if you missed me. I think you need to make it up to me with that fat dick of yours."

She reaches between your bodies, fumbling with your zipper. Ani's fingers brush against your clothed cock, making her gasp at the size of you. "Fuck, puppy. Already?" the dancer teases.

"You know you make me hard," you answer sheepishly. "Don't be mean."

She finally gets your jeans undone, shoving them down your hips along with your boxers. "Fine. I'll play nice." Your cock springs free, slapping against your stomach with a resounding thwack. Ani's eyes widen at the sight, her mouth watering, mouth curving into a smile. "God, look at you. So big and hard, all for me."

She wraps her hand around your shaft, stroking you slowly. Ani's thumb swipes over the tip, smearing the bead of precum that's already leaking from your slit. "Tell me my body drives you insane," she says. "That you don't even look at any girl here."

"Your body is perfect." A breathless grasp. Ani pumps you a little harder, retaining that snail's pace but rewarding your words with a squeeze. "You're fucking breathtaking. No one dances better than you. I-I don't even watch anyone else, even if you're doing a group number. The other girls don't exist, not to me."

"Good puppy." She jerks you off with a smirk on that pretty face. You try not to close your eyes, to keep your gaze on how the glitter sparkles just above her cheeks, or the tinsel in her hair. Since she's got those long nails, her hand doesn't even completely wrap around you, mostly stroking the underside. But fuck that's good too. So good.

"Your good puppy," you whine. You can't take it. Your eyes close, you bite your lip, you scratch the seats up.

"I want your cum inside me, puppy. I want you to fill me up until I'm dripping with it." Her voice is low and breathy, filled with lust. "But first, I want that tongue. I want you to eat my pussy until I'm screaming your name."

Ani releases your cock, an action that makes you whimper pathetically, sitting up and quickly stripping off what's left of her clothes. She tosses her bra aside, her pert breasts bouncing free. Ani lies back on the couch, spreading her legs wide in invitation. Her pussy is glistening, swollen with arousal. "Come and get it, puppy," she purrs, her fingers sliding through her slick folds. "Show me how sorry you are."

With a harsh gulp, you kneel down in front of her. A wary glance to the door. "You sure no one will barge in?" you ask. Not that your worry lasts long. She looks too good, glistening like that. Dripping, inviting you to taste. So you throw caution to the wind and you do.

Her legs wrap around your neck and pull you in until your cheeks are pressed against her inner thighs. With a roll of her hips, her wetness smears against your face. The sweetest nectar. There's no more room for hesitation. You bury your face between your legs and eat her out like you're fucking starving.

Your erection is still raging, jutting out from between your legs, but you don't call attention to it. Ani's teased you about it a bunch, calling it your red rocket, your stiffie, laughing as she jacks you off and says it's cute. You lap at her cunt, little licks on her clit since you know she likes the build up. She always tells you to be gentle at first and you're her good puppy so you do.

Her hand strokes through your messy hair, nails scratching your scalp. "That's it, puppy. Just like that." She sighs, and you can feel her body relaxing, muscles untensing. "Maybe I missed you too. Just maybe."

You realise it then, as your tongue curls around her engorged clit and she twists so pretty for you. You were so worried about being special to her that you never thought that she wanted that too. "You're perfect," you repeat, "you're talented, and fierce and I-"

Her grip on your hair tightens and her hips rise from the leather seat, bucking against your mouth as she cums, beautiful and breaking just for you.

[cloudysonder]

yor's faith vs loid's mistrust

(god I love them so much, add them to the list of het ships that gay people love)

so we know that yor is a herbo to the core

She takes things at 100% face value, and never doubts someone else's intentions:

Takes her coworker's bullying completely straight-faced -- assumes they are pointing out her defects not out of malice, but because it's simply true that she doesn't belong in their world

Believes Becky immediately and completely when she said that she got drunk off of black tea in order to "flirt" with Loid

Similarly, believed Anya immediately and completely when she said she was sick bc she didn't want to go to school (recent chapter)

Believes that the shopkeeper is just "cleaning up" the country (we, as readers, still don't know how true that is)

Believed Loid when he explained that he was beating up people who were clearly thieves bc "concussive therapy"

Believes Loid's list of other batshit ridiculous lies

Believes Yuri's front for his secret police job

In yor's worldview, there are good people, and there are bad people. Good people would never do bad things, and thus should always be trusted and protected. Bad people always do bad things, and thus deserve to be cleansed. She is constantly unsure of where she fits on this scale -- all she knows is that she is some kind of Other, fit only for serving the Good People who shouldn't come into contact with the Bad People. (Maybe she isn't a good person nor a bad person because she isn't a person at all... she's a tool.)

Loid almost never takes things at face value, always doubting other people's intentions:

As a foil to Yor, he always doubts Anya's lies

Being a spy has taught him not only how to spot deception, but to expect it -- he's constantly constructing some kind of conspiracy in his mind about how his enemies are one step ahead, ready to kill/report him

Figured Yuri & Dr. Gorey out almost immediately

EXCEPT ☝️. For Yor.

He hasn't found it suspicious how Yor knows how to IMMOBILIZE A COW???? how to BREAK A STRENGTH MACHINE?? how her tennis swing is so strong it CUTS THE BALL INTO SHREDS?

On their first date she literally sent a guy flying

He's unable to read Nightfall's big old crush on him, always suspecting that she's aiming to double-cross him to climb the ladder, but he believes Yor when she says she wants to support him and be his partner through thick and thin.

He's mentioned before that he worries that Yor has made him soft... her total honesty and gullibility makes it hard to imagine that she'd ever be insincere. She's utterly selfless and (in Loid's view, as he still probably believes that she prostituted herself to support Yuri) has always put herself in the line of fire in order to serve others. How could someone like that ever betray him?

And just as Yor challenges Loid's mistrustful worldview, Loid similarly challenges Yor's belief that she is nothing but a tool. Loid constantly affirms her as Anya's mother, as a member of the Forger family, and as a person who needs friends outside of the family (women patriots society), and as a strong partner that he feels assured relying on.

They're such fantastic foils/opposites to each other, but the longer they stay together, the more they challenge each other's preconceptions. They're growing together, and I think that's beautiful

[dcxdpdabbles]

My request for Adoptive son got accidentally posted with a different response and then deleted a while back, so I've come back to see if you're willing to do a little of the Summoned Demon au instead? 🥺 pretty please? I keep hoping it'll come back up and I'm excited haha

Danny flies while blinking through his tears, trying his best to find the giant clown Alex has mentioned. He is unsure what will happen to the police officer's ghost now that he has been captured, and that sends his heart into turmoil.

Every part of his core wanted him to turn around to rescue Alex. It went against his very soul to run, but he could think rationally enough to know that if he did, nothing good would come of it.

At best, he would give Alex enough time to hide inside the building he was anchored to; at worst, both of them would be shipped off to some lab and ripped apart.

No. He couldn't save Alex, and couldn't let his sacerfice to help Danny escape go to waste.

He needed to regroup. Figure out a plan, establish communication, or do something to escape the crazy cultists. It didn't help that they obviously had connections with police who were hunting him down to return him.

Thankfully, Danny has some experience with escaping government bodies. Just as long as he keeps moving and uses his powers wisely, he should be able to find somewhere to catch his breath.

Danny wipes at his eyes, pushing himself to fly faster.

Thanks to his invisibility, no one notices his form fly over their heads. A steady flow of people moves underneath him, going through another mundane day. It's crowded, busy and noisy.

So different from the city of Amity Park. It's a jarring reminder that only this morning, he had been dreading his upcoming math exam, and now he was running for his life.

At least the hook feeling in his navel has lessened. Using Phantom's abilities didn't take as much effort as it did a few hours ago.

Likely, whatever that voice activation cell did was starting to lose effect. Based on how his body responded, it would be two or three hours before he would be back to full strength.

As he finished the thought, Danny felt his body grow heavy, as if a weight was suddenly thrown around his ankles.

With a shout of alarm, Danny plummeted downwards, struggling against the cruel grips of gravity. He felt his invisibility fall away just as he landed face first on the ground between an open of people.

The force of his face has him skitting against the pavement, tumbling over and over as screams from the started civilians echo through the crowd. Danny rolls three times before smacking against a pull, upside down, with his legs folded over near his head.

He groans. "That is going to leave so many bruises."

His healing factor was kicking in already working on easing the aching in his spine and face. Slowly, as to not agitate his wounds, he unfolds, bracing his hands on the ground, and leaps up.

When the world is right, he finds himself standing before a little metal fence separating the street from a restaurant's dining area. The two boys Danny saw at the cult are sitting at the table right in front of him.

They were the ones who were pleading with the other boy who clung to his legs. Danny blinks. "Oh, hello."

The one on the left, a ginger that reminds him surprisingly of Kyle Weston down to his choice of clothes, lets a blood-curdling scream before his eyes roll back into his head in a dead faint. Danny leaps over the fence, catching him before he hits the ground.

The other boy watches like a deer caught in headlights, frozen with absolute terror all over his face. The fork in his white knuckle grip is bending at a strange angle as he makes small whimpers, almost as if he's scared to talk.

Danny carefully sets the one he caught on the ground, ensuring his head is cushioned before tugging at his clothes. He unzips the hoodie the boy was wearing and pulls at his neck collar to ensure it's not bothering his breaking.

Only after ensuring that the boy is breathing correctly does Danny move down to carefully left up his legs, remembering the lessons his father taught him in case he ever witnessed someone faint.

The teenager sitting at the table starts to speak, sounding panicky, but Danny ignores him in favor of placing the Kyle-Wannabe's legs on the chair's cushion. He tugs on the ankles in his hold, making sure it's angled in a way that does not hurt him spin but can allow more blood flow to his head.

"Can someone please call an ambulance?" He demands of the watching crowd only to have the majority of them cower back. He makes a face, causing a waitress to flinch so hard she stumbles over a nearby table.

Right, they can't understand him. He raises his hand above his head, attempting to mimic the ambulance light while speaking slowly. "Am-bu-lance. wee-oww wee-oww?"

A child bursts into tears. Danny drops his hands, letting them hang loosely at his side. The sea of faces surrounding him is all edged with fear, which makes his stomach turn. "None of you understand me. You're scared of me."

"I'm not," A man says, stepping away from the crowd. His transparent body lets him know it's a ghost. That and the dripping cinder block chained to his legs, along with his flouting hair as if though he were underwater, are significant indicators of his death. "You're trying to get him to a hospital?"

"Yes!" Danny points at him, forgetting himself for a moment. The people standing behind the ghost scramble to get out of the path of his pointing.

The man tilts his head slightly. "What language are you speaking?"

"English?"

"Odd. It sounds different. I would know since I speak nine languages." The man grunts, his strange accent sounding like a melody to the ear were it not for the watery effect. It's sad how it affects his handsomeness, with the green and silver trimming of his suit and the snake necklace and rings he is wearing.

The ghost calmly flouts to a poster on the restaurant's wall a few steps away from Danny, knocking his knuckles against some symbols. "Point to this word, then the boy. That'll let the crowd know to get some medical attention."

Danny stares at him for a moment before the murder victim clears his throat impatiently, and it snaps him into action. Rushing over, he points to the words, then the Kyle-wannabee, and back again to the word. When the crowd continues to stare, Danny repeats the motion more urgently until the boy at the table finally catches on.

He pulls out a rectangular device from his pocket- the same one that girl had earlier this morning-tapping it with shaking fingers and speaking in rushed panic words.

The ghost at the poster nods approvingly. "Well done. Now, leave the scene before the authorities arrive."

"What?"

"I was an immigration lawyer in life. One of the only ones in this cursed city that actually gave a shit, and it got me killed. I know how they treat people who aren't from around here and how to help you when a language barrier gets in the way. Trust me, kid, it's better to get gone in this situation." As he speaks, the ghosts float back to Danny, shaking the chains around his feet for emphasis. There is a cold, calculating glint in his eye as he regards the silent crowd . "The panic will settle soon, and these people will form a mob. Get going."

Danny throws one last look at the unconscious boy before he realizes that the fear on people's faces hasn't lessened. It's growing, and he knows a witch hunt will start soon.

He's seen it before on the faces of Amity Park back when he was Inviza-Bill. He twists on his feet, running away with the lawyer flying behind him.

The older man gives out curt directions at every turn, slowly guiding him outside of the part of the city. Danny's legs are starting to burn when the sight of a large, broken-down amusement park comes into view.

The lawyer tells him which part of the fence board is loose enough for him to slide in and then instructs him to go to the fun house shaped like a giant clown head. Danny scrambles through the hole, hissing when a few loose nails catch on his skin, but he finally stumbles through, only to be overwhelmed by a new large and bustling crowd.

A crowd made of thousands of ghosts that walk or fly about without a care in the world. They are wearing various different eras of clothing, blending, and some have ghastly marks on their bodies, indicating their deaths.

The majority, however, are people with large, crazed smiles frozen on their faces. He gawks at all of them, not used to seeing so many of the dead in one place outside of the Ghost Zone.

"Don't just stand there with your mouth open." The lawyer snaps at Danny's back. "Get out of sight now!"

"Tom?" A woman in a gown that looks like she was present for the beheading of Marie Antonette steps in front of the drowned layer, Tom, with a look of confusion. "Who are you talking to?"

"Him." Tom nods his head at Danny, who offers the woman a wave. She reels back, opening her mouth like she's about to scream,m but Tom snaps forward, slapping a hand on her lips before she can. "Do not! What do you think will happen when all these murder victims realize he can communicate with them? He just escaped from being mobbed."

The man glances over his shoulder at Danny. "Go into the fun house. Act like you can't see or hear the rest of the ghosts. Walk through them if you have to."

"I can't," Danny whispers, his heart suddenly beating wildly. None of the ghosts noticed him, but that could change in a second. "Ghosts are solid to me. If I try to walk through them, we'll just end up bumping against each other."

Tom lets out a very put-upon sigh. "Then walk around them. Now go. It's not safe to talk in the open."

Danny knows Tom is helping him but feels vaguely threatened as he walks stiffly to the giant clown's head. He fights to keep his gaze straight, watching ghosts step out of his path while some flout closer, looking curious. He fights to not flinch at the ones with the enormous smile as if someone had cut them into their faces.

This is making his stomach turn.

"Who's this?" An older man asks Tom and the woman that follows him. His lips are pulled into two upturns, showing tight yellow teeth in a similar craze grin.

"Street kid," Tom grunts from somewhere behind him.

"He's likely looking for shelter from the cold." The woman adds, though her voice is slightly strained. "Tom wants to make sure he gets settled."

"Where is he going to?" The old man questions, his voice a little odd because he has to speak behind his teeth, trapped in a smile. "The only warm place here is the Joker's old place, and not even the dead go in there."

Danny ignores the old man's words, speed walking all the way to the entrance of the Fun House. He notices that various ghosts stop to watch him out of the corner of his eye as he finally passes the doorway into the building. Shaking his head, the old man lingers just a little outside of it. "Fool. Even if the Joker is not here, it's not a place to go."

Neither Tom nor the woman responds as they follow Danny inside. Tom is facing the wall when he mutters. "Close the door."

As soon as the wood seals shut, with a few ghosts lingering gaze trapped outside, Danny collapses on the floor, letting out a breath he wasn't aware he was holding. "That was terrifying."

"What in the world is going on, Tom!" The woman hisses, apparently unable to hold back any longer while crossing her arms, "Who is this?"

Tom holds up a hand in her face, which makes her gasp in offense, but his eyes linger on Danny's crumbled form. " There is a dictionary tucked away in the third office. Go get it."

"What? Why?"

"Because we'll use that to help you communicate with the living locals. I can read, and you can point."

Danny's eyes widen. "That's a clever idea!"

"Of course it is. I'm one the cleverest men to walk this stupid city's streets." Tom smirks like the snakes he's wearing. "We don't have much time. Knowing the idiots of Gotham, Batman will be tipped off and on his way here as we speak."

[moodymisty]

Author's note: Sorry. Summary: VEGA often inserts itself where it doesn't belong, and unfortunately chooses to do so during a particularly private moment in a less than private location. Relationships: Doom Slayer/Fem!Reader Warnings: NSFW, Choking, Rough sex, Bruises, Creampie, Voyeurism (does an ai count??) Ao3 mirror

VEGA, despite being an omnipotent sort of presence aboard the ship, would keep quiet and to itself when observing things benign. You had rightfully assumed it could see everywhere given its integration with the entirety of the ship, but in most private matters, it trended to keep its digital nose out of business.

A fact greatly appreciated by you, as there were some things you would greatly prefer not commented on. Adjustment had made it easier to forget that there was something always watching, but every now and again, VEGA would remind you that indeed- it was always there.

Despite best efforts however, VEGA did still every so often interject itself where it didn’t belong. Usually it was just inconvenient or annoying; Commenting on an odd mannerism or interrupting silence with random tidbits of information that it deemed useful in some way. At most mildly irritating.

This time, you wanted to find where ever VEGA’s core now was and rip it out yourself before chucking it into nothingness. Even as you were half coherent, the metal of the console’s edge digging into your stomach as your trousers cinched around your knees, you could still visualize the palpable feeling of joy you'd get from throwing it's little robotic heart out into the cold harsh vacuum of space and shutting it the fuck up.

You didn’t need pointless observations and warnings and God forbid concerns about your own welfare when you were busy getting sent on a one way express trip to fucking Mars, courtesy of the Slayer.

You hadn’t expected it, but once the Slayer starts something oftentimes he’s more freight train than man; There isn’t any hope of stopping him. If he wanted to have you over the console just meters away from the teleporter he only just emerged from, high off of enough adrenaline to take down a large animal, that was how it was going to be. You weren't going to complain.

It wasn't as if there was anyone here but you to see or hear the rhythmic slapping sound of skin on metal and leather.

At least not anyone alive.

“She has a significantly smaller stature than you. You should refrain from using so much of your strength, especially while in the Praetor Suit, you might injure her.”

Injure yes, you just know your body is going to be covered in bruises. It usually was, but you know this batch will be worse. They'll probably ache for days as you attempt to function as normal, and each time you'll remember this moment.

Despite the slightly embarrassing but overall just annoying AI voice you elect to ignore it, palms pressing against the table and attempting to hold yourself up against what can only be described as an veritable onslaught.

Every thrust of his hips you want to fall forward, body limp and pliable. He had a way of taking the wind right out of you- of making you malleable to him. He manages to fuck you so quick it has your eyes watering, and being so rough the sounds of your skin against his armor is loud enough to echo. You don’t know if it’s his nearly inhuman nature that makes him able to pull himself almost entirely out, where you can feel the head of his cock just about to slip out, before driving back to the hilt in moments; Or if perhaps you’re simply losing the higher brain functioning that helps you feel time passing.

The Slayer rams himself into you particularly deep, battering his hips against your ass as you cry out. He's unfathomably deep and the awkward way your hips are posed and spine is curved let's him shove his cock in enough to fear bruising parts of you untouched before this. You feel a pressure in your hips, tight from being filled to your limit.

“Injury is inevitable if you do not stop.”

That isn't going to happen anytime soon. You don't think the Slayer is even listening at this point, and you don't mind being his personal toy for a bit.

Hayden would've called you his personal whore, but the last time he said that it got his mechanical ghost walled off to a distant part of the ship. The Slayer had been less than pleased by his insult, even if you didn't mind per say. It was only really insulting because of Hayden's pissant attitude.

One of his thick, armored hand wraps around the front of your neck, pulling your body against his chest as the armor of his forearm presses against your collarbone. It feels amazing, your blood thumps in your ears over the sound of slapping skin and muffled feral grunting, as his fingers tighten. His other hand stays on your waist, holding you upright. He can't go as fast with you pinned against his chest, but it's far from a concern. One of your hands reaches up to grab at his forearm, fingers clamoring for purchase and support on the seams and scratches of his armor. Your cunt clenches around him as the air in your lungs stagnates; The feeling of him having your life in his hand is intoxicating.

“She is going to lose oxygen to her brain. If you don’t stop she could lose consciousness.”

He doesn’t listen to VEGA's warning, and only when you really start to writhe do you finally feel his grip relax and let you take a full breath. His arm still stays around you however, keeping you pressed against him while his massive gauntlet lays around your neck just tight enough to be delightfully uncomfortable. You can feel how wet your upper thighs are, sliding against each other as your cunt is rendered a sloppy mess.

“Shut it up, please just shut it up,”

The Slayer however doesn’t seem to care, as you hear the soft reverb of panting from his helmet- like a dog in a kennel.

Different feelings tend to come to mind for you whenever demons or otherwise refer to him as the Beast.

“I only seek the safety of all life forms with permission to be aboard this vessel. You are at risk of injuring yourself if you continue this recklessly.”

You can barely manage to get out the words, sentence chopped apart as the Slayer slams his hips against your ass. Sitting down is probably going to be difficult in your near future. All worth it for the feeling of his cock stretching you to the max and dragging against every little bundle of nerves inside of you that makes you jolt and shiver.

“Vega, shut, up and go, the hell away.”

The AI gives an immediate response to your demand; Disorienting, the way it's voice is so neutral while responding to you as the Slayer continues to cram his cock all the way to the base inside your ill-prepared hole.

“I am programmed to only take those sorts of orders from The Slayer and Dr.Hayden unless authorized otherwise.”

You groan in defeat, only for it to get cut off and changed into a squeal as you feel his cock rub against a particular bundle of nerves that makes your toes curl in your shoes and knees almost buckle. Your stomach is like a vice grip, you're so close your clit is throbbing and your hands desperately grasp for something to hold onto and ground yourself with.

He hits it again, and again, and before long you're clenching around his cock and attempting to milk it for all it's worth as you finish. Your teeth grind as your body tightens, though the Slayer continues to fuck you through it all like a ruthless machine as he chases his own. The feeling of your tight cunt spasming around him as you cum is eventually does him in, and you feel the stutter of his hips losing pace in that final stretch before he stills with himself buried as deep as he can in you. The groan he lets out as he spills inside of you makes your gut feel like it's made of lead, the bruising grip of his hand on your hip aching as cum leaks down your thighs. You swear you can feel him throb.

A shiver rolls down your spine, and the only thing stopping you from sliding down the console and onto the floor like a wet towel is his hips pinning you against the edge, and his hand gripping your waist and shoulder. Your throat still aches a bit; your voice will probably be sore for awhile but you consider the price you paid fair.

It seems however that he's begun to lose that feral edge as his adrenaline begins to wear off, and seems content to keep himself warm in your heat for a bit. His armor is heavy and uncomfortable against your body, but it's coldness isn’t unwelcome. You certainly aren't going to complain when that discomfort is something you enjoy. Your heart still races in your chest as you try to catch your breath.

The Slayer leans over to do something on one of the screens you can’t quite see, only whimpering a bit when his shifting around brushes a few sensitive areas and stretches your entrance a bit. You also haven't not noticed hes getting hard again, and you figure you're on for another wild ride. VEGA however talks again before your brain has a chance to drift off again.

“...I am now authorized to heed your commands, within reason.”

Did… Did he specifically give you the ability to tell VEGA to shut up?

You can tell The Slayer is holding back, his hips keep shifting forward in an unconscious desire to drive himself deeper and fuck you again. You speak up.

“Stop talking for awhile unless its an absolute fucking emergency.”

VEGA processes for a moment, and for once you’re not upset to hear his voice.

“...Very well. I will be silent unless the flag station encounters any distress.”

The only thing currently in distress right now is your reproductive organs, but you gave up the right to care about their safety when you let the Slayer fuck you into next week with the entirety of his armor still on.

Funny how he can be so incredibly gentle with you, hold your wrist like it's glass and carry you around, and then fuck you like he's going to crack you in half.

Without the annoying omnipotent voice he once more began to grind himself deeper into you, earning a pleasing amount of whimpers and gasps from you in the process. He's a bit less rough this time, removing his hand from your shoulder and back onto your hip, but he still easily has you pinned against the console. Your sweaty palms both press into the console and you can only hope you aren't touching anything important.

“Fuck…”

The Slayer suddenly however pulls out of you to flip you around, picking you up at the waist to deposit you sitting on the console and coming between your thighs after your trousers are unceremoniously torn off. You didn't even really have time to assist by kicking them, he just yanked them off in one fell swoop. Back between your thighs he pushes into you, easily sliding into your well prepared cunt with little resistance and pushing out some of his own cum he left behind and making an even bigger mess of your puffy cunt.

With the Praetor armor he is even wider, and nearly impossible for you to get your legs around; Instead they just part wide enough to feel a stretch and bend at the knee as you sit dangerously close to the edge.

You both don't last nearly as long this time, your arms nearly buckle when you cum around him and as he does, he ruthlessly keeps going and going until eventually, he fills you up for the second time. Finally pulling from you results in that odd empty feeling of his cum leaking from your stretched cunt, dribbling down and onto the console below you. The combination of it all makes your tremor, muscles spasming as you ride out the aftershocks. Your legs dangle limply.

Your skin still feels flushed, but your heart is no longer hammering against your chest like it just had been. It's been a bit, since the Slayer had last had his way with you; You were well on your way of christening various surfaces of the station. Finding the time can be difficult and given you're the only two living beings aboard, there isn't much reason why you would have to confine it to any particular location. At least you don't think so.

VEGA issues one last concerned notice, making your messy thighs clamp up embarrassed and the still helmeted Slayer look at you like he did something wrong.

“Perhaps next time you should avoid this area. Excessive liquid could damage the equipment.”

[radio-fmm]

Dear Luffy… what?!

Luffy x fem!reader

1.6k words, fluff confession, gendered terms such as ‘woman’

!This is a part 2! Sanji found your love letter to Luffy and now everyone knows you like your Captain

Pt.1 | Masterlist

It had been a week since Sanji had found your letter, and somehow things got worse. Everyone on the ship knew about your crush by now, everyone except from the one that should be more concerned about it. The strawhats lived for gossip

Every glance, smile and compliment you’d share with your Captain as you both usually did, was accompanied with giggles, teases and whispers from your crewmates, making you nervous to even breath near Luffy in fear they’ll say something out of place loud enough for him to notice

Even your time alone was disturbed by them trying to convince you to confess to the clueless strawhat boy

“I’m sure he likes you too!”, “It’s not that big of a deal”, “Just go and tell him already!”

As encouraging they were being, it didn’t simmer your nerves, it made them grow bigger and bigger turning you into an anxious mess

Of course your time with Luffy was cut short thanks to your noisy friends; the fun games, fondness and entertaining conversations you’d used to share with him long gone, replaced with you just sulking around the ship and hiding from everyone

Soon enough they’ll either forget or lose interest in the matter

Right?

At this reate, Franky should install a loud very incorrect buzzer on the ship

All of this horrendous energy was getting to you, not only were you feeling frustrated and hopeless; since no longer getting your daily dose of Luffy, your lack of sunlight had your patience running alarmingly low. Consequently, you were feisty. No one could approach, look, ask, or even talk to you without your reaction being blown so out of proportion that it ended on you screaming at them

Today’s victim? Zoro

“Can you move your weights for a sec? I need to mop”

“Can’t” he answered quickly, grunting as he flexed his arms mid push up

“Just put them aside real quick” you were keeping your calm, already growing annoyed

“Do it yourself woman”

Uh oh

Zoro genuinely didn’t mean to sound so condescending and rude, usually you knew this was just the way he talked to everyone, you just had too much going on. The argument got so heated that it had the whole ship witnessing the whole ordeal around both, like a street fight club. You were red, cheeks puffed and up on your tip toes screaming at the swordsman like he couldn’t just cut you in half any moment now

“Can’t you just be nice for one second?!”- heads immediately turn- “Can you stop being a total jerk?!”- eyes widened- “Grow some brains first and I’ll consider it”- gasps bounce around the deck- “What about growing some balls and confess to Luffy already?”

Silence

Deafening silence doesn’t even begin to describe this silence. It’s a heavy one, laced with panic, regret and fear.

Your heart beats loud and then drops to your stomach, suddenly feeling nauseous as a hand flies to your mouth. Zoro’s eyebrows jump and sweats profusely

He fucked up

All eyes on you then on the Captain, who’s face you can’t even turn to look at right now, only focused on the embarrassment that was choking you. Embarrassing, so fucking embarrassing. The most dreaded emotion, you hated it to the core, you most rather Zoro cut your chest and throw you out into the open ocean of the Grand Line before feeling this

It’s been a while and no one has dared to speak. A giggle then breaks the freezing moment, melting it completely in its warmth as it slowly builds into joyful laughter

“Good one Zoro!” Luffy comments and it somehow feels like a punch to the gut, even if it’s just him being honest

Nami then curses at her Captain, manicured hand pushing him in pure disbelief

“What? It’s not like I didn’t know”

Silence. Everyone is surprised you haven’t fainted by now

Ussop then joins the navigators side “What? You knew this whole time?”

Finally, with all the remaining strength in your body you turn, slowly, eyes meeting as you drown in too many emotions flowing inside of you

“Hehe yeah!” The Captain smiles, ever so sweetly and you actually taste your breakfast in your mouth

You turn to Zoro, helpless

“I’m sorry” he mutters, genuinely ashamed

But you don’t answer, the only sound being heard being your boots stomping on the hard wood of The Sunny as you leave, tears peeking, and then, a door being slammed

It’s been a while since you had sobbed like this. You didn’t even knew why you were even crying anymore, the last week had been hell for you. You felt bad for snapping at Zoro and being a total ass to the whole crew; you felt so stupid for crying at something that could be resolved by talking and you hated yourself for not giving yourself grace

Because it’s ok to feel too much

It was comical how different you were from Luffy in that sense. Yes you were confident, adventurous and a loyal friend, but you were also reserved, shy and very sensitive. Your Captain was actually very emotionally intelligent, he knew exactly how to identify his emotions and navigate them, but you? It felt like being pushed into the sea without a motive or direction

You were too tender for a pirate, but again, there’s no shame in that

After a deserved lengthy crying session, you wiped yours tears and allowed yourself to take a big breath in. Suddenly, it didn’t felt as bad anymore. You opened your bedroom door and decided to go and wash your face to clear up to then apologize for exploding like you did. Again, embarrassment creeped up on you but you shrugged it off

It’s ok to feel. You reminded yourself on the mirror before leaving

The deck of The Sunny was weirdly quiet, no sign of anyone relaxing or in light conversation. Quickly you notice the familiar strawhat of your Captain and can’t help but smile a little, you had missed him this last week

“Hey Luf” you greet sweetly making him turn, a trace of a scowl leaving his features now replaced by worry, his arms shoot up unexpectedly and wrap around you before pushing you into a big hug, he speaks your name in almost relief making your heart skip a beat

“Oh I was so worried about you!, are you still mad?” His worry makes you feel guilty

“I was never mad at you Luf, or actually anyone… I was just really stressed out” you explain as you slowly melt into his embrace, warmness spreading trough your tired limbs as you feel a smile forming on Luffy’s lips

“I scolded them” your eyes wide slightly and your eyebrows jump

“Really?”

“Usopp told me what was going on and it just wasn’t ok” he tenses, as if the memory of it all makes him uncomfortable

A gentle sigh lefts your lips, leaving the tight hug you were enveloped in to face the man before you

“Thank you Luffy, but I also messed up, I shouldn’t have snapped like that” he shakes his head

“It’s understandable, you were under so much stress didn’t you?”. His understanding was something so foreign to you, his emotional maturity showing, butterflies in your belly going wild

He pulls another smile out of you before he pulls you in once again almost crushing you, it almost felt apologetic

But there was still, the elephant in the room

“So… you knew” it’s all you can muster up to say. Luffy then lets you go completely making a slight pout appear on your face at the motion. He looks a little bashful? you can’t really tell because it’s an emotion you had never related to him before

He scratches the back of his neck “Yeah… you always spend time with me and treat me differently than everyone else, and you make my heart beat so fast! It was obvious”

You don’t really know how to feel about his statement, you were obvious yet he just accepted it?. Your face becomes redish by the moment, feeling embarrassed but a different kind of embarrassed, thus one didn’t made you feel terrible

“Why didn’t you say anything?” your hands drop to play with the hem of your shirt as you waited expectantly, repeating his small hint of reciprocity in your head as comfort at the moment

“Because you never acknowledged it and I didn’t wanna push ya’”

Of course

Suddenly you feel a giggle bubble in your stomach and it hits Luffy’s ears, making him smile widely

“You’re such an idiot” your hands cover your face, the warmth of your cheeks engulfing them

“Also thought I’d pass out if I said a thing, you make me nervous” Luffy thought if he kept confessing this kind of stuff, you would keep laughing, and he adores when you do

“What?!”- you are a fit of giggles at this point. “Me? making you? nervous?!”

You both laugh, and it’s just so endearing, the moment so sugary sweet you fear you’ll have a toothache. Suddenly you are being pulled again, this time by your arms making your soft lips land on top of Luffy’s pillowy ones. You yelp in surprise but immediately ease into it, fitting in his frame like you were meant to be after all

Your tooth aches

Your Captain then looks at your puppy eyes and grins “Wanted to do that for a while now”

After a much needed kissing session to soothe you. Luffy made everyone on the ship apologize to you, one by one (except for Chopper, he never dared tease you) before making it known how much he really really loved you

Like it wasn’t obvious enough

tag list: @guinea-pig16 @cosywinterevenings @angieslove06 @rafis03

Ty for the love on the first part 🥹

[lieyarzy]

Love and Deepspace

Wherein YOU are not the MC.

I know I love hurting myself, so I’ll also drag you at my own misery.

(You’re not the MC/ The reader is genderfluid cause I’m cool like that/ 3rd POV/ Angst/ Just Angst lol)

Should I write the fluff version of this?

ZAYNE

The flickering candlelight cast long shadows across Y/N's face as they watched from the doorway. Inside, the main cabin hummed with quiet conversation. MC, their hair catching the light as they laughed, was leaning close to Zayne, their hands brushing. The easy intimacy, the shared smiles – it was a scene Y/N had witnessed countless times, each time a fresh stab of longing in their chest.

Y/N knew their place. They were a supporting character, a background element in MC's grand adventure with Zayne. Their own story was a quiet, unspoken one, a bittersweet symphony played only in their heart. They'd always been drawn to Zayne, his adventurous spirit and quick wit a magnetic pull. But Zayne's eyes held a different light when he looked at MC, a warmth and affection that Y/N could never hope to match.

A sigh escaped Y/N's lips, a soft puff of air in the still night. They knew logically that Zayne and MC were meant to be. Their relationship was the central narrative, the main plot line of this cosmic drama unfolding before them. Y/N was just a supporting character, relegated to the sidelines, forever watching from the periphery.

Still, the hope flickered, a fragile flame in the vast darkness of their unrequited affection. Perhaps, just perhaps, in some alternate universe, a universe where the script was rewritten, Zayne might look at them with those same warm eyes, might offer them the same tender smiles. But in this reality, Y/N was content to remain in the shadows, a silent observer, forever cherishing the brief moments of connection, the fleeting glances, the unspoken understanding that existed between them, a secret love story only Y/N knew. The bittersweet ache in their chest was a constant reminder of their place, a silent testament to a love that could never be. Yet, the love remained, a stubborn, beautiful flower blooming in the cold vacuum of space.

CALEB

The low hum of the ship's engine was a counterpoint to the frantic rhythm of Y/N's heart. From their position in the dimly lit corridor, they watched Caleb and MC share a quiet moment by the viewport. The way MC rested their head on Caleb's shoulder, the casual intimacy of their touch – it was a scene Y/N knew by heart, a familiar tableau of affection they'd observed countless times.

Y/N's love for Caleb was a secret, a carefully guarded flame in the vast emptiness of space. They knew, with a painful certainty, that their feelings were unrequited. Caleb, with his quiet strength and unwavering loyalty, was clearly devoted to MC. Their relationship was the central narrative, the core of the adventure unfolding around them. Y/N was merely a supporting character, a minor player in a story they could never fully participate in.

Tonight, though, the familiar pang of longing was sharper, more profound. Seeing Caleb's gentle smile, the way his hand instinctively sought MC's, felt like a cruel twist of fate. Y/N’s own affections remained unspoken, a silent melody played only for their own ears. The distance between them and Caleb felt insurmountable, a gulf wider than the vast expanse of space separating their ship from distant stars.

Yet, hope, however fragile, persisted. It clung to them like stardust, a stubborn reminder of what could never be. Perhaps, in some alternate reality, some rewritten script, Caleb's gaze would fall upon them with the same tenderness he showed MC. But in this universe, Y/N was doomed to remain a silent observer, a ghost haunting the periphery of their beloved's life. They would continue to cherish the stolen glances, the brief moments of shared companionship, the unspoken understanding that existed only between them. A love story, played out only in the privacy of Y/N's heart, a heartbreaking, beautiful secret amidst the stars.

XAVIER

The rhythmic pulse of the ship's engines provided a somber backdrop to Y/N's silent vigil. From the shadows of the engineering bay, they watched Xavier and MC work together, their hands brushing as they meticulously repaired a damaged conduit. The easy camaraderie, the shared focus, the unspoken understanding – it was a familiar scene, one Y/N had witnessed countless times, each viewing a fresh wound on their heart.

Y/N's affection for Xavier was a quiet, persistent ache, a secret hidden beneath layers of professionalism and carefully constructed distance. They knew their place; they were a supporting character in MC's grand narrative, a background figure in Xavier's unfolding story. Their own love story remained untold, a silent symphony played only in the chambers of their own heart. Xavier, with his sharp intellect and enigmatic charm, was clearly captivated by MC. Their connection was the central storyline, the driving force of their shared journey.

Tonight, however, the familiar pang of longing felt especially acute. Watching Xavier’s intense focus, the way his eyes lit up when he explained complex engineering principles to MC, felt like a cruel reminder of the chasm that separated them. Y/N’s own feelings remained unspoken, a buried treasure hidden beneath a carefully constructed façade of professionalism and polite distance.

Despite the reality of their unrequited love, a stubborn flicker of hope refused to be extinguished. In some alternate universe, in some rewritten script, perhaps Xavier might see beyond MC, might recognize the quiet devotion burning within Y/N's heart. But in this reality, they were destined to remain a silent observer, a ghost haunting the edges of Xavier's world. They would continue to cherish the fleeting moments of shared interaction, the stolen glances across a crowded room, the unspoken understanding that whispered only between them. Their love story, a bittersweet melody played only for their own ears, remained a beautiful, heart-wrenching secret in the vast expanse of space.

RAFAYEL

The soft glow of the ship's hydroponics bay illuminated Y/N as they watched from a discreet distance. Rafayel and MC were tending to the delicate alien flora, their hands brushing as they carefully pruned a vibrant, otherworldly plant. The easy grace of their interaction, the shared understanding, the quiet intimacy – it was a scene Y/N had grown accustomed to, each repetition a fresh wave of bittersweet longing.

Y/N's love for Rafayel was a secret, a carefully guarded flame burning quietly within their heart. They understood their position; they were a supporting character in the grand narrative of MC’s journey, a background figure in Rafayel's unfolding story. Their own feelings remained unvoiced, a silent ballad played only for their own ears. Rafayel, with his calm demeanor and diplomatic charm, was clearly devoted to MC. Their relationship was the central storyline, the very heart of the adventure they were sharing.

Tonight, the familiar ache in Y/N's chest was particularly sharp. Witnessing Rafayel's gentle smile, the way he looked at MC with such warmth and affection, felt like a cruel twist of fate. Y/N's affections were unspoken, a silent vow hidden beneath layers of polite interaction and carefully maintained distance.

Despite the cold reality of unrequited love, a faint ember of hope persisted. In another universe, in another story, perhaps Rafayel’s gaze might find its way to Y/N, recognizing the depth of their quiet devotion. But in this reality, they were destined to remain a silent observer, a shadow in the periphery of Rafayel's world. They would treasure the stolen moments of connection, the subtle gestures of camaraderie, the unspoken understanding that flickered between them. Their love story, a melody played only in the solitude of their own heart, remained a poignant, beautiful secret amongst the stars.

SYLUS

The soft hum of the ship's life support systems was a constant, comforting presence as Y/N watched from the observation deck. MC was engaged in conversation with Sylus, their laughter echoing softly in the otherwise silent expanse of the control room. The easy banter, the shared jokes, the intellectual sparring – it was a familiar scene, played out countless times, each viewing a fresh reminder of Y/N's unrequited feelings.

Y/N's love for Sylus was a unique kind of longing, a silent devotion to a being that was both incredibly advanced and, in its own way, profoundly vulnerable. They knew their position—a supporting character in MC's grand adventure, an observer in the unfolding story of Sylus's connection with humanity. Their own feelings were a secret, a carefully guarded flame burning in the quiet spaces of their heart. Sylus, with their vast knowledge and detached demeanor, clearly found a kindred spirit in MC. Their bond was the central narrative, the heart of their journey through the cosmos.

Tonight, however, the familiar ache of unrequited love was especially poignant. Observing Sylus's subtle shifts in tone, the almost imperceptible changes in data patterns that hinted at a deeper level of engagement with MC, felt like a cruel confirmation of the distance between them. Y/N's love remained unspoken, a silent testament to a connection that could never truly be.

Yet, a fragile ember of hope still flickered within them. In some alternate universe, in some rewritten script, perhaps Sylus would recognize the unique depth of Y/N’s understanding, the silent harmony of their souls. But in this reality, they were destined to be a silent observer, a ghost on the periphery of Sylus's digital world. They would cherish the fleeting moments of shared presence, the subtle echoes of understanding, the quiet connection that whispered between them in the silent hum of the ship. Their love story, a beautiful melody played only in the privacy of their own heart, remained a bittersweet, heart-wrenching secret amidst the stars.

[thehydraethereal]

OKAY SO when the last on ended it could pick up from there and he ties her up in a room. Then they get to where their going to and she tries to get away from him but he finds her. Then brings her back to the house and torture her ( idk if u write for that ) or he just ties her up in the basement and just leaves her there for a while idk <3

ꪖꪶꪶ I 𝘴ꫀꫀ Ꭵ𝘴 ᦔꪖ𝘳𝘬ꪀꫀ𝘴𝘴

๛༊ 𝒲ARNINGS: This work contains dark themes such as dv + mentions of; NONCON (rape); heavy violence (on reader and others); mentions of murder; abusive relationship; and possibly more. MNDI, 18+ ; IF YOU DO NOT LIKE MY CONTENT, DO NOT INTERACT.

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๛༊ MY NOTES: this is the sequel of '𝒜ll ℐ see is ℛed ℒights'. thank you all for reading and giving me so much love, I feel blessed! 🥹 hope you all enjoy this part as well. always, to my sister @highonmarvel , maybe you'd like this as a late night read. Love you forever and always, thank you for inspiring me so much! A lil something for @stargirllanaa, ofc if you wanna read. @ghostbusters6 THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING. It did not turn our as violent as I would've wanted---more poetic tbh--- but you can request more and i'll write torture as well. ily and hope you enjoy this.

You barely stood awake the rest of the journey. You were lying limp on a thick blanket in a corner, and you only remembered glimpses of Rafe checking up on you, muffled voices and the never ending sound of the waves crashing on the sides of the ship. 

The sleep soothed your pain, numbing your senses, so you welcomed it thankfully. You did not want to see or talk to anyone—that person being your boyfriend that beat your brother to death—, you didn’t want to believe you’re alive, going to a future you didn’t want to have. It wasn’t up to you though, apparently Rafe was making the choices and you just had to ask how high when he told you to jump.

 The thought of finding a sharp piece of glass and using it to finish off the suffering had crossed your mind, but your body was way too weak to comply with your brain’s commands. 

Your lashes batted as you tried to open your eyes. You placed your trembling hands into the mattress and managed to sit on your bottom, letting your back fall on the wall.

 Finally, you felt a little strength running through your bones and muscles and your foggy state of mind cleared a bit and, after the days that had passed, you were able to fully open your eyes. 

The view was the same: an iron wall, a few carton boxes and the blanket around your body. 

But wait—the ship was not moving anymore. 

The door creaked open and your puffy eyes fell on your boyfriend’s emotionless ones. 

You immediately got up, bringing your knees to your chest and planting your palms into the mattress firmer as Rafe was coming closer.

His dark tee shirt clung tightly to his broad chest, bicep muscles flexing under the material as he brought his hand up to wipe at his nose with his fingers – the obnoxious habit that warned you about the stormy emotions running through his head. Fear ran through your veins as you saw in your mind, again, your brother’s blood staining Rafe’s hand

“C’mon, baby…” he spoke, now as he had fully reached your bed. 

Your feet tangled in the sheets as you moved further from him, a whine bubbling up in your throat. The pet name felt foreign and bitter. 

Rafe’s brows furrowed, and he spoke your name, it sounded as both a warning and a threat, but it also was the chant of a lost little boy begging you to just…comply with his demands. But did it terrify you to your core. 

When you still hadn’t complied, Rafe nodded to himself — another habit he owned —  and his hand extended, willing to grip your wrists. 

You whimpered as his iron, long fingers wrapped on your skin, coldness running up your spine. He managed to get you on your feet and you yelped when he smashed your back across his chest. Hard. At first, you were grateful for the sustain offered by his body because your legs felt disattached from your hips, considering the stagnation of the blood flow and muscles in your thighs, calves and ankles, but when his hardness poked your lower back, nausea filled you again.

A part of you tried to excuse him, it was telling you he ‘cannot help it’, that he is a man, and men have certain needs at any moment –you inherited this because of his constant manipulation, the contrast and bipolarity of his actions, of vulnerability and power. But having him get aroused from the way your pained whimpers sounded was cruel nevertheless. 

The following events went rapidly, and once you were off the massive ship, your numb form was secured into a backseat of a jeep.

“Can I trust you?” Rafe asked, raising his brows, and the threat behind it pinched at your brain. You knew what he meant. ‘Don’t fuckin’ run away.’ But as soon as your boyfriend left, his words were long forgotten. Fight or flight conquered all your senses and you opened the door and sprinted through the bushes adorning the dusty roads.

You knew nothing about the zone, but you would have rather stayed with a crotal than the man that murdered your brother with cold blood. 

Your heart started beating faster—if that was even possible—when you heard Rafe’s panicked and terribly angered voice behind you. 

“Hey..HEY!” he shouted behind your head and his bicep curled around your chest, stopping you from your sprint. 

You screamed, the hoarse and frightened noise filling the emptiness of the dunes. 

Rafe’s lips impacted your ear and his hand came to grip your face. The silence was not necessary—nobody cared for your cries, but Rafe needed your silence. It was his everyday bread, he was healing himself by painting your life in ashy shades of black and blue.

The new mansion was not more infant nor healing. The wealth had left its mark all over. Wealth terrified you. In your heart and soul, wealth was a synonym of dore and dreadfulness. Wealth meant the lack of freedom for others. Maybe you were globally right or maybe you were just the unfortunate stupid little girl. 

Rafe’s eyes, painted by sorrow and madness, looked at the ghostly scene he created with his own bare hands. He had never seen you this terrified and beaten before, and, as much as he desired to feel a certain fulfillment—the one he had always felt before—he did not. Actually, your tears have turned into tears for him. He felt pathetic. 

But that patheticism disappeared as soon as you jumped away from his touch. The voices were chanting in his head ‘disobedience; disobedience’ and then ‘abandonment’. Everybody, absolutely everybody in his life had given up on him at some point and then, he was powerless. But with you it was different. He had the strength to hold you back, even if that meant that you would tear your limbs off trying to uncuff yourself from his claustrophobic, torturous grip. You were the only star in his sky and he was draining all the light from every cell of your body. He knew that someday you will fade away. But until then, he had to bathe in your light as much as it was possible. 

"I need you, and you-you don't seem to understand that--" Rafe shouted in the second part, shoving his index and middle fingers in his temples, trying to show you that it's not hard to get this into your head.

However, your black and blue body, splayed across the expensively polished floor was sending a totally different visual message. Wracked sobs and whimpers were met by the back of your palm, puffy eyes staring up at the man you couldn't recognize.

Rafe screwed his eyes shut as he was breathing heavily, trying to calm himself down. "T-take me home, please--" you suddenly whined, and Rafe was immediately crouched next to your body. “Even if you could kill me and then throw my corpse away in a fuckin’ swamp, I will not live without you. If I’m on fuckin’ fire…", he stopped but you didn't need him to continue. "Do you understand that?”. His yell made your throat constrict and you nodded, forcing more pain into the bruises of coagulated blood on the flesh and muscles of your neck. 

In two months, he would put a priceless diamond necklace over them—if you would be lucky enough to be unchained from his dorm—, and you would be expected to place a soft kiss on the lips that brutally murdered your true self, and drink from the poison of his being. 

[natalievoncatte]

Lena watched their new visitor as she, in turn, watched the bier that lay beneath the healing power of the Purple Ray. It had been almost a full day and while she was breathing shallow breaths, Lena’s counterpart on the table was still not awake.

The cyborg stood just outside the perimeter of the beam, as still as a statue, just watching. At various times Kara, Nia, Alex, and Diana herself had all taken up silent watch next to her, along with the honor guard of Amazonian warriors.

Lena looked at… herself. Her doppleganger tapped the name tag on her leather jacket.

“It’s easier if you just call me by my number- 938. That’s how we keep track of each other.”

Lena nodded. “Others?”

“The other Lenas. There’s about fifty on the ship right now, the core membership. There’s about three hundred of us in total. We’re the ones who can’t, or won’t, go home.”

“I see,” said Lena. “Why can’t you go back?”

938 looked at her. “It’s not a fun story.”

“I’m listening.”

“Let me show you something.”

She held out her wrist. There was a piece of tech on her arm, like a bulky smart watch. When she activated it, a three dimensional holographic display appeared above the smooth surface. 938 pointed out the branches of what looked like a huge tree.

“The multiverse is much larger than you can imagine. I’ve spent some time charting a small section of it. See this branch?” she indicated one with a sweep of her finger. “This the reality cluster I come from. Our worlds are different from yours. I believe it’s because the divergence point, where the two universes split on a quantum continuity level, is further back in history. I think some of the changes can go all the way back to the Big Bang.”

“There’s so many,” said Lena.

998 nodded. “There are. There are worlds like yours, but many others like mine. We have no protectors. No Kryptonians. No Lanterns. There are worlds out there where no one has powers at all.”

“But not yours,” said Lena.

938 turned off the device, and turned away from the scene behind them. “For me it started with a lab accident. A genetically modified spider was irradiated and bit me before it died. It’d escaped from an enclosure in another lab and got zapped by my own experiment. I was sick for three days. When I came out of it, I had the proportionate strength, speed, and agility of an arachnid, plus a precognitive danger sense and spinarettes in my wrists.”

“You became a superhero?”

“Yes,” said 938. “For all the good it did. I fought the good fight for a few years and eventually ran afoul of a new gang in town. The problem was that it was led by my own brother.”

“Lex,” Lena spat.

“He’d experimented on himself. Used an unstable steroid. It drove him utterly insane and he started wearing a goblin costume and flying around on a rocket powered glider.”

“Oh God,” said Lena.

“My universe doesn’t have a Krypton. My Kara was human, only human, and I loved her with all my heart. I couldn’t breathe without her. She was my everything. I tried to keep her safe, so I kept my identity and my feelings from her, but it didn’t matter. Lex knew. He abducted her and threw her off the George Washington Bridge.”

938 looked away. “I thought I had her. I tried to use my webs to catch her but I didn’t think and the shock… I’m the one who killed her really. The sudden stop snapped her neck.”

Lena stared at her.

“I’m so sorry.”

938 shook her head. “I fought Lex after that. I was in a rage. I killed him in front of thousands of witnesses. I broke his neck, almost twisted his head off. It didn’t matter. She was still gone, and nothing would ever fill that void. I hung up my costume and turned back to science, trying to build something meaningful in Kara’s name, but no matter how many labs and fellowships I named after her it was never enough. That was how I stumbled across the multiverse, working on a portal device in my lab.”

“You found yourself, I take it. Or ourself.”

“No. I found another Kara, and in a world with no Lena. She was alone. I crossed over with some of my tech, never planning to go back. Then I realized, that woman wasn’t her. All I could ever be to her was someone grooming her to be a dead woman from another world. I despaired for a while, jumping from ‘verse to ‘verse, trying to find some reason to keep going.”

“What did you find?” said Lena.

“Lena 1467, the Sorcerer Supreme of her Earth. She’d lost her Kara too, in a car accident when they were med students. That was when the League of Lenas got going. We found more of us, started assembling a team.”

“To do what?”

998 looked at the cyborg. “Fix it. Save her.” She sighed. “Our main mission is to help out and protect as many Karas as we can, but also to protect the multiverse from rogue Karas or rogue Lenas that might breach the barriers between universes.”

“I’m assuming that’s to prevent wars between timelines.”

938 shook her heads. “No. Not long after I started traveling I had… an experience. I only vaguely remember it but there were these yellow aliens and they told me that we had to protect the branches from each other so that some kind of corruption won’t reach what they called the ‘core world’ or the ‘Ab-Juda-Earth.’ The multiverse needs superheroes. We have to exist to keep it alive.”

“So you’re here to help the cyborg?”

“Both of them.”

“You know,” said Lena. “The cyborg Kara mentioned something about yellow aliens when I first met her, but I didn’t think to ask-“

“She’s awake!” The cyborg was saying. “She’s awake, let me see her!”

Lena turned and found both her Kara and Diana holding the cyborg back.

“Shut off the Ray,” Diana commanded.

Once it was off, the pair released the cyborg. She lunged across the space, limping as her metal foot clacked on the floor, slowing as she reached the bier.

“Kara?”

Lena watched, 998 standing next to her. The cyborg kept her distance, suddenly apprehensive. The other Lena slowly sat up, finally prompting the cyborg to move.

“Lena?” she rasped.

The other Lena- thinner, visibly older with strands of gray shot through her hair, smiled and cupped the fleshy side of Kara’s face with her hand.

“You found me.”

“I found you. My love. My zhao. My red sunrise. I found you.”

“It’s going to be alright, baby,” said the other Lena. “I can fix you up. I’ll make you better.”

The cyborg took a deep, rasping breath, closed her eyes, and collapsed to the floor in a boneless heap.

“Move!” 938 shouted. “We don’t have time, we have to help her now. Princess, I need to jump my ship into your airspace. Please.”

“Who are you? What’s happening?” the other Lena demanded.

“Trust us, please,” said Lena. “You’re among friends here and we want to help you.”

938 was speaking into her watch.

“I need you now, hurry.”

Outside, a booming shockwave sent a blast of air through the open, airy temple, almost gusting Lena off her feet. Her Kara steadied her, then lifted her cyborg counterpart gently in her arms.

“Get her aboard my ship,” said 998.

[inseobts]

Ok I’m dying to know what you think, if somehow law got to meet a superhero reader (idk like Ironman or Spider-Man kind of inspired superhero) from like, marvel universe that fell near his submarine, would he be amazed they are like sora the sea warrior? (I know very little about sora and why law likes him so much other than he like captain America but in one piece? Do we even know if sora has a rank in the marines??) would he think they cool with their cool super suit or strong morals?! Or would he only think sora is cool? (Seriously willing to get into an argument with law on whose cooler, sora or Ironman)

The Hero Beneath the Waves

Law × gn!Reader

a/n: I truly love nerdy Law sakjie so glad I could write this lmao

words count: 2.6k

tags: first meeting, superhero reader, humor, action, marvel-inspired

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

BANG! SPLASH!

A massive object crashes into the sea, sending waves slamming against the Polar Tang. The submarine rocks violently. The crew shouts in alarm.

“What the hell was that?!” Shachi yells, gripping a railing.

Law strides toward the monitor “Scan the area.”

The sonar pings rapidly. Penguin squints at the screen “Uh… Captain? There’s a person down there.”

“A person?” Law frowns.

Ikkaku zooms in with the external camera. A metallic figure floats in the water, faintly glowing. The person inside stirs.

“…They’re alive.” Bepo confirms.

Law sighs “Bring them in.”

Inside the Polar Tang, the unconscious figure lies on a stretcher. Their armor is sleek, futuristic, advanced tech. The faceplate slides open with a hiss, revealing you, blinking dazedly.

“…Ugh. That was not a smooth landing.” you mutter. Your eyes dart around “A submarine? Who—?”

You see Law “Oh. You look important. What’s with the hat?”

Law scowls “Who the hell are you?”

You smirk “Call me Iron Phantom.” You flex your fingers, testing your mobility “Mind if I sit up? Not really a fan of lying down in strange places.”

Law crosses his arms “That depends. Are you a threat?”

You chuckle “That depends... Do you consider saving people a threat?”

Law tenses. That kind of line… It’s too familiar.

Bepo, intrigued, leans closer “You’re a hero?”

You grin and give a two-fingered salute “At your service.”

There’s a heavy silence. The crew exchanges glances.

Law exhales sharply “Tch. You sound like someone... nevermind.”

You raise an eyebrow and Law’s eye twitches.

Shachi whispers “Captain’s thinking of Sora…”

Penguin nods “Definitely Sora.”

You tilt your head “Who’s Sora?”

Law scoffs “Just some fictional warrior of the sea.”

You smirk “So… a hero?”

Law glares.

Shachi nudges Penguin “He totally thinks they’re cool.”

Law growls “Shut up.”

You chuckle “I am pretty cool.”

Law pinches the bridge of his nose. This is going to be a long day.

The crew is staring at you. You take the opportunity to sit up, rolling your shoulders.

“Okay,” you say “I’ve woken up in worse places.”

Law narrows his eyes “Where did you come from?”

“Technically? The sky. More specifically? Got hit mid-flight, lost control, and, well…” You gesture vaguely “Gravity, I guess?”

Shachi gasps “That’s kinda badass.”

Law shoots him a glare. Shachi clears his throat and looks away.

You tilt your head at the submarine’s interior “This your ship?”

“Submarine” Law corrects.

You grin “A submarine? That’s sick. Not enough heroes operate underwater, you know. It’s all ‘soaring through the sky’ or ‘running at the speed of sound.’ But the ocean?” You nod approvingly “Respect.”

The crew looks between you and Law.

Penguin whispers “Captain is so weak to hero talk.”

Law ignores him “How does your suit work?”

You glance down at your armor “Oh, it’s powered by an advanced energy core. Flight, enhanced strength, force fields, the usual.”

“…Tch.” Law clicks his tongue, crossing his arms “A walking weapon.”

You smirk “A walking hero.”

The twitch in Law’s eye is noticeable.

Bepo, still curious, leans in “Why do you save people?”

You blink “Uh. Because it’s the right thing to—” you stop and gasps as soon as you focus on Bepo "Oh wow, you're so cuteeeee"

Shachi and Penguin grin at Law.

He exhales sharply “The right thing to do... Of course that’s the answer.”

You raise an eyebrow “Something wrong with that?”

Law rubs his temples “Nothing. It’s just...” He gestures vaguely at you “You sound exactly like...”

“Sora?” the crew chimes in.

Law glares “Shut up.”

You laugh “Oh, so I do remind you of someone.”

Law scowls “Not a compliment.”

“I dunno,” you tease “Sounds like a compliment from you.”

Law turns to his crew "Get them off my ship.”

“Aw, come on, Captain,” Penguin says “They’re kinda cool.”

Law’s eye twitches “We are not keeping a superhero.”

You smirk “You say that like I’m a pet.”

Shachi snickers “Captain’s just mad you’re like his childhood idol.”

You lean toward Law, grinning “You a fan of heroes, Captain?”

Law gives you the most unimpressed look possible “No.”

You nod sagely “Denial. The first stage.”

Law sighs. This is going to be an even longer day than he thought.

Law wants you off his submarine.

Your problem is that you got kinda injured from that fall.

Nothing life-threatening, but the moment you try to stand, your body wobbles like a newborn deer. The suit took the worst of the damage, but the impact rattled your brain enough to make the world spin.

“Great,” Law mutters “A half-broken superhero.”

You shoot him a weak grin “I prefer ‘slightly dented.’”

Bepo catches you before you tip over completely “Captain, we should let them rest.”

“No,” Law says “They’ll be fine.”

You blink “You must a doctor here, right?”

Bepo ears start to move “Captain is our doctor”

Law crosses his arms “So?”

“So, you’re supposed to help people when they need a doctor” you point out.

The crew watches, completely fascinated as their Captain is forced to process being out-moraled on his own ship.

Law pinches the bridge of his nose “I don’t treat reckless idiots.”

You smirk “Bet you’d treat that Sora.”

Silence.

Shachi and Penguin choke trying not to laugh.

Law inhales slowly through his nose “Fine.”

Later on, Law works efficiently, scanning for injuries while you sit on the examination table, feet swinging.

“You ever met a superhero before?” you ask.

“No.”

“You excited?”

“No.”

You grin “You sound excited.”

Law glares “I could throw you back into the ocean.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time I got thrown out of somewhere.”

Law ignores you, eyes flicking to your suit’s exposed wiring “Your armor needs repairs.”

You sigh “Yeah, I don't know how to do it myself. I usually have a team for that. But seeing as I’m currently stranded on a submarine…”

Bepo perks up “Ikkaku’s good with machines!”

Ikkaku grins “I’d love to take a look at it.”

You brighten “See? Your crew likes me.”

Law doesn’t even glance up “My crew is full of idiots.”

Shachi grins “Idiots who think superheroes are cool.”

Law clenches his jaw.

You lean back, watching him “You ever wanted to be a hero?”

“No.”

“Not even as a kid?”

“No.”

You smirk “Liar.”

Law swears under his breath. This is officially his worst patient ever.

You’ve been on the Polar Tang for a grand total of three hours now, and you’re already Law’s biggest headache.

Not because you’re demanding. You actually sit still while he patches you up, which is more than he can say for his own crew.

No, the problem is that you’re clearly a walking Sora reference, and the crew will not shut up about it.

Law applies a bandage to your arm, muttering, “You heal fast.”

You grin “Perks of the suit. It boosts recovery.”

“Ridiculous,” he scoffs, but he doesn’t look away from your gear. He’s analyzing every detail, the material, the tech, the way it integrates with your body.

You catch him staring “You’re interested.”

“No.”

“You’re totally interested.”

“I’m analyzing flaws.”

“Oh? Find any?”

Law tugs the bandage a little tighter.

You hiss “Ow! That was petty.”

“No, that was medical precision.”

Shachi leans against the wall, grinning “Captain’s totally geeking out.”

Law glares “I do not ‘geek out.’”

Penguin nudges him “Then why’d you grab a notebook?”

Everyone looks.

Sure enough, Law’s holding his personal notebook, the one he uses for medical observations, or in this case, detailed notes on your suit’s tech.

He immediately closes it “You all need to shut up.”

You laugh “Busted.”

Bepo tilts his head “Captain, if you’re curious, why not just ask them?”

Law crosses his arms “I’m not curious.”

You smirk “If I told you how my flight system works, you wouldn’t be interested?”

“…No.”

“Not even if I explained the physics behind it?”

Silence.

Shachi grins “He wants to know.”

Law drags a hand down his face “I swear to—”

You stretch lazily “Well, I guess I won’t explain, then. Too bad.”

Law’s eye twitches. You can practically hear his inner self screaming for answers.

“…Tch.” He exhales sharply “Fine. How does it work?”

The crew erupts in laughter.

You grin “See? That wasn’t so hard.”

Law already regrets this conversation.

You swing your legs from the medical table, grinning like you just won a bet.

“I knew you were interested” you say.

Law rolls his eyes “It’s scientific curiosity, not admiration.”

You raise an eyebrow “Uh-huh. And if I asked you how your submarine works, that wouldn’t be admiration either?”

Law scoffs “Of course not.”

“You saying there’s a difference between admiration and respect?”

Law tenses.

The crew watches.

Penguin whispers “Oh, they got him.”

Law glares “Shut up.”

You smirk “Sooo, you respect my tech?”

“…It’s functional” Law admits, very grudgingly.

Shachi grins “That’s the closest thing to a praise that Captain has ever given to a stranger in years.”

Law snaps his notebook shut “I hate all of you.”

You chuckle “It’s fine, I get it. You’re a grumpy, cynical doctor who doesn’t believe in heroes—”

“I don’t.”

“—but deep down, you definitely wanted to be one as a kid.”

Law inhales sharply through his nose.

Silence.

You smirk “Called it.”

Shachi and Penguin high-five in the background.

Law grits his teeth “I am a pirate captain and a doctor, not a hero.”

“Sure, sure,” you say “And that Sora is just a propaganda story.”

“…Tch.”

You hop off the medical table, rolling your shoulder “Welp, I feel way better. Thanks, Doc.”

Law mutters “Unfortunately.”

You glance at the crew “So, when’s dinner? I’m starving.”

Ikkaku grins “I’ll make extra.”

Law glares “They are not staying.”

You smile “C’mon, Captain. You wouldn’t kick an injured guest out, would you?”

Law exhales slowly, pinching the bridge of his nose.

This is officially his problem now.

Right as you were all sitting down for dinner, the Polar Tang shakes as explosions erupt outside.

“Captain!” Ikkaku yells from the control room “Enemy ship approaching, they're bounty hunters!”

Law grits his teeth “Of course it’s bounty hunters.”

You glance at him “Want me to handle it?”

“No.”

You ignore him and start walking.

“Oi,” he snaps “Did you hear me? I said no.”

You just shoot him a grin “Yeah, but you’re not my Captain... Captain.”

Law swears under his breath.

Outside the Polar Tang a massive bounty hunter ship looms overhead. The crew scrambles, manning the cannons. You step onto the deck and roll your shoulders.

Law follows, grumbling “I don’t know why I even bother.”

Then he watches you activate your suit.

Thrusters ignite at your back, launching you into the air. The ocean wind whips past as you twist midair, dodging cannon fire.

Law stops moving.

His crew doesn’t notice but he does.

His surgeon’s brain starts analyzing instantly.

Your suit doesn’t just grant flight, it adjusts to air resistance, correcting your trajectory with perfect precision. No wasted movement. Every boost of your thrusters is calculated.

"The reaction time...” Law mutters under his breath.

You spin between cannonballs, dodging like it’s nothing. Then you fire back. A pulse blast rips through the enemy’s mast.

Shachi and Penguin shout in awe. Bepo gasps “That’s incredible!”

Law tilts his head, completely fascinated.

Your targeting system, how does it calculate angles so instantly? Is it predictive tech? Some kind of AI support?

You land on the enemy ship with a metallic clang. The bounty hunters charge.

One swings a sword.

Your gauntlet snaps up, catching the blade.

Law’s eyes widen.

The armor absorbs the impact. No recoil. The distribution system must be flawless.

Then, in one fluid motion, you twist the sword away and deck the guy in the face.

The crew is freaking out.

Shachi grabs Penguin’s arm “Captain’s doing the thing.”

Penguin nods “He’s totally doing the thing.”

Law doesn’t even blink.

His gaze flickers from your footwork to your reaction time to the way your suit enhances your natural movements rather than restricting them.

“…They can still maneuver at that speed?” he mutters, barely realizing he’s speaking aloud “That shouldn’t be possible without—”

You dodge a bullet mid-air.

Law inhales sharply.

The bounty hunters rush again. You move like a blur.

You slam one into the ground so fast that Law’s brain lags. Another charges, you sidestep effortlessly, then launch a repulsor blast point-blank into their chest.

Law leans forward slightly.

His crew watches him instead of you now.

Ikkaku whispers, “He’s in full nerd mode.”

Bepo nods solemnly “He’s already started taking mental notes.”

You flip over another opponent, land gracefully, and turn back toward the Polar Tang “That’s the last of ‘em.”

Shachi and Penguin cheer.

Law is staring at your boots.

“That propulsion system...” he mutters, completely absorbed “The shift in weight distribution should’ve thrown off the landing, but—”

You smirk “You like what you see, Captain?”

Law snaps out of it.

His expression hardens instantly “Tch. You’re reckless.”

You laugh “So you said. But I did just save your ass.”

Law clicks his tongue “You’re a pain in mine.”

You step closer “Admit it. You think it was cool.”

Law crosses his arms “I think it’s impractical.”

Penguin grins “That’s what he says when he’s impressed.”

Law turns on his heel and walks away “We’re leaving. Get back on the ship.”

You watch him go, then glance at the crew “He’s totally geeking out, isn’t he?”

Shachi nods “Oh, 100%.”

You chuckle. This is way more fun than you expected.

Dinner on the Polar Tang is surprisingly cozy.

You sit at the long table, surrounded by a crew that definitely doesn’t see you as a stranger anymore. Ikkaku chats excitedly about possible modifications for your suit, while Shachi and Penguin keep pestering you with questions.

“Do you have a secret identity?”

“Do you have a superhero name?”

“Can you shoot lasers from your eyes?”

You laugh “I feel like answering would ruin the mystery.”

Across the table, Law eats in silence.

Or, well... he tries to.

Bepo keeps throwing glances his way.

Shachi and Penguin keep nudging each other.

Everyone is waiting for him to say something.

Finally, after finishing his food, Law sighs and sets his chopsticks down.

“You can stay” he says.

The crew erupts into cheers.

You blink “Just like that?”

Law glares “Until you figure out how to get back to wherever you came from. That’s it.”

Penguin grins “That’s basically an invitation to join the crew.”

“It is not.”

Bepo tilts his head “But Captain, if they’re stranded—”

“They’re not stranded,” Law insists “They have a high-tech flight system, which means they can leave any time they want.”

You smirk “But you’re letting me stay anyway.”

Law scowls “Only because it would be irresponsible to throw an injured person into the middle of the ocean.”

Ikkaku grins “And because you wanna study their suit more.”

Law’s eye twitches.

“I don’t care about their suit.”

Shachi leans back, arms crossed “Mmm, right. So that whole time you were staring during the fight—”

“I was analyzing a potential ally’s combat effectiveness.”

Penguin snorts “Nah, you were nerding out.”

The whole crew bursts into laughter.

You grin, propping your elbow on the table “It’s okay, Captain. You can admit it. You think I’m cool.”

Law exhales sharply.

Then, in the most neutral, deadpan tone possible, he says “You’re marginally less annoying than the rest of my crew.”

Everyone gasps dramatically.

“That’s basically love” Penguin whispers.

Law stands abruptly “Dinner’s over. We leave at dawn.”

You watch him go, chuckling “He likes me.”

Shachi nods “He totally does.”

Bepo smiles “Welcome aboard.”

You glance around at the crew, at the warmth, the laughter, the feeling of belonging, even if just for now.

You might not be a pirate.

But for now this isn’t a bad place to be.