#Haruta x reader

[alexa-fika]

Hi, could I ask for whitebeard pirates with a female reader that’s kind of like Yor Forger from Spy x Family? Socially awkward and aloof, has poor cooking skills(Poor Thatch having to not throw up to hurt reader’s feelings) but is super strong and polite!!

Little Brothers Beware (Whitebeard pirates x sister! reader)

A/N It's been a but since I saw spy x family so l may be rusty, I know it's not exactly her characterization but similar and hopefully close enough for you!

Reader here is Replaced by Dokucha which stands for Reader in japanese

Dividers by @/drinkthesky and @/firefly-graphics

"I messed it up again, didn't I?" Dokucha sniffled, watching Thatch's face grow more more sickly as he try to down the food.

"Good Job, Thatch. You made our sister cry," Izou drawled, watching the scene before him leaning into the dining table and against his closed fist and a slight smile on his face as he watched the scene unfold.

"How despicable of you," Haruta snickered

"Quit with the yappin’, you idiots!" he sneered, glaring at his brothers.

"Ah, Dokucha, don't cry. It wasn’ that bad, it just had too much spieces," he fusses, turning to her

"It's okay. We both know I am no good in the kitchen," she sighed.

"Or the med bay," Marco called as he walked behind them.

"Or the med bay..." she mutters

"I'm sorry I have failed you as a sister!" she cried, hugging him.

"Look at you, Thatch, making a lady cry again," laughed Izou next to him with a similar mischievous grin.

"Hush ya gettin’ on my last nerve," he growls, snapping his head to them only to turn it right back at the sobs of his sister.

"You could never fail me, Dokucha; yer the best sister I could ever ask for!" He exclaims, rubbing her back in a reassuring manner

"You mean it?"

"He's a liar, Dokucha," Calls Izou

"You're lying to me?" Dokucha questioned, looking up at Thatch, a tremble on her lips

"N-No course not, they are just spouting nonsense."

"That's not what you said with her last dis-.

"Hey, Dokucha, did they ever tell you about the time Izou and Haruta went at it?" Thatch spoke promptly, cutting him off watching with a satisfied grin as her sobs stop at the news

"You were fighting?" she growled as she turned around slowly, glaring at the two commanders, who had wiped their smiles from their faces as they shook their heads

"Of Course not, Big sis; we were only training right Izou?" Haruta called nervously at the haunting glare the woman was sending the pair

"Yes, we were to be sent to an important mission, so we figured some training before leaving would do us good."

Thatch threw them a grin as he leaned over Dokucha's ear, whispering in her ear loud enough for the two to hear.

"Ahh heard they were callin’ each other quite colorful names, and that Marco had too patch up a couple injuries," he spoke with a smirk as he glanced at them.

"You know what? I believe that was Haruta; he was quite angry that morning," Izou commented.

"You traitor!" Haruta hissed

"Haruta..." Dokucha growled, glaring at the man

"Y-yes?"

"How many times have I told you not to fight with your brothers?" she snarled, slowly approaching the man who by now had shot out of the stool he sat on in favor of backing away from her.

"Come on, dokucha, it was just playful banter."

"Banter was it? I guess if you have enough energy to fight with your brothers, then you have energy for a training session with me."

"That's really not necessary."

"I insist, little brother," She chirps, throwing a dark grin his way as she drags Haruta off to the training ground.

"I'll get you assholes back for this!" He screamed back to the snickering men on the kitchen

"Oh-ho, you really do have energy. I'm sure you can do an extra long session then!"

"Wait, no, sis, I didn't mean that!" he wails.

Marco sighed, shaking his head as he drank his tea, looking at the other two disapprovingly.

"She is going to find out, you know; once she finds out you tricked her, she will be furious."

"Oh, come on, Marco, she won't know,I I won't say anything, will you, Izou?" Thatch spoke, glancing at the sniper

"If you remain quiet about me, I will remain quiet about you," he confirmed as they both turned to Marco.

"Leave me out of this," he grumbled, walking out.

"We got dirt on ya too, you know!" Thatch calls with a grin

"Oh? Do remind me, who does your checkups and heals you when you fight amongst each other behind her back or go into dangerous missions, and who keeps silent when you fall ill and don't tell her?" He drawled with a grin hidden behind his cup as he continued walking

"Maybe, let's include Marco in tha silent treaty," Thatch Mutters.

"Agreed"

I just realize it's been a week 🙊 oops? Im also surprised myself I din’t include ace, but ya know the other commanders need some loving too

Taglist:

@Imaginarydreams

@amethystviolin

@h0n3y-l3m0n05

[aramoix]

Un dibujo de mi oc de one piece y la tripulación de barbablanca, sé que me salió algunos errores en el dibujo ya estoy aprendiendo ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

[pswaney12]

I need to post for Haruta again..

There’s some phenomenal Haruta fics on Deviant art that I reread fairly often..

[yurioyuratchka]

im sooo sick of seeing smut of minors normalized on this app..

There is an unbelievable amount of smut and weird posts about minor characters on here. ( e.g: the students at kyoto/jujustu high, the majority of haikyuu characters, project sekai, my here academia students and SO many more.)

(And also before another person gets on me about this, I am talking about the pre-timeskip era of these fandoms or shows because I know shows like Haikyuu! and MHA have a time-skip but, I am referring to before it because there is infact alot of smut or nsfw works of these characters pre-timeskip when they are underage.)

I feel like this shouldnt be a conversation that anyone should have to have because it should be obvious to everyone that it is NOT okay to write smut about CHILDREN.

And ive seen people try to excuse their actions by saying “oh well im younger than them so its okay!!” “theyre just fictional characters it isnt that deep!!”, neither of those things make it okay because they are still MINORS whether you think it’s okay or not.

It isnt that hard to not be a weirdo and some of you guys need to get that through your heads!!! and I dont care if you think im being ‘dramatic’ im just saying what i think is true.

and i’ve noticed its usually a bunch of big creators and they ALWAYS get away with it and everyone eats it up like its normal. As someone with a small following its weird no matter your following.

( P.S my tags are random just to get you’re attention please don’t pay them any mind >_< )

bye bye :P

[starliteonearth]

Okay but Nanami pissed, jacket off, shirt unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up, tie in hand, effortlessly manhandling that twink by the ponytail, choking them out, and repeating a single question in a tone that promises punishment if answered wrong... yeah somebody at MAPPA definitely reads or wants to write dom!Nanami x reader lol

[after-witch]

Horrorfest: The Killer Always Comes Back For One Last Scare [Yandere Haruta Shigemo x Reader]

Title: The Killer Always Comes Back for One Last Scare [Haruta Shigemo x Reader]

Synopsis: You're the last one alive--or so you think.

Horrorfest prompt: When I saw you post wanting to write a Mean Thing for Haruta JJK, my mind immediately jumped to now requesting "reader-chan thinking they killed him and got away, but surprise! His luck technique" in the way slasher films trick you

Word count: 2010

Notes: yandere, reader is female, descriptions of death, gore, groping, sexism, Haruta being Haruta

The blood–oh, the blood. You’ll never get the blood out of your clothes. They’ll have to be burned.

No–they’d be burned no matter what. Because even if the soaked-in red could be removed and laundered and done away with, you would always see it. You would always smell it. You would always feel it, warm at first and now dry and tacky, damp against your skin. 

Most of it wasn’t even yours, after all.

It was theirs–your colleagues–your friends–

Nao, her body sprawled face-down, neck sporting a boot print; blood soaked through the stab wounds through her chest, her back and the highest part of her thigh. The last was close to her backside, and the killer had laughed about it. “I almost got her cute little ass!”

Kei, killed the simplest. Killed first. Stabbed through the gut. “I’d rather play with you girls alone,” the killer said. He wasn’t lying. Because Shika–

Shika, flat on her back, eyes wide in horror. Her face was a canvas of pain, stab wounds on her cheeks, one of them flayed and flapped open, hanging down her jaw. Her hands–what was left of them, they were stubs of missing fingers now, defense wounds–were splayed upwards. In desperation, in prayer. In growing rigor mortis. 

A glance around you only makes you want to tear at your hair, your skin, to collapse on the ground and die alongside them. Hell, with your blood loss, that might still be an option.

Fuck–This was supposed to be a simple mission. An easy one. The plan was to meet for dinner and drinks afterward. Nao would get too drunk on cocktails and Kei would ask her out again and Shika would slap him and you would laugh and laugh and–it’ll never happen now. Not ever again.

You are the only one left alive. And it’s not fair, really. It’s not right.

Your colleagues–your friends, after years of working together–weren’t any stronger than you. They weren’t any weaker, either. You were the reconnaissance team. Trained in basic combat so you might hold your own until actual help arrives, but your techniques were defensive, strategic. 

It was always the next wave of sorcerers who were meant to do the real fighting, while your team got the information, relayed it to just the right people, then got the fuck out of there. And today? Today, you did get the information, and you did relay it to just the right people. 

But just as you were planning to make your swift and necessary exit, everything went to shit. The single curse user that you were meant to be tailing (a weaker man, you’d noted; his sword held his hand for him, of all things) turned out to be two. And the second had a technique that hid him from your sight until just the right moment, unleashing a barrier that kept you contained–an ambush. 

The second curse user didn’t even bother coming inside, and there was a brief sense of relief that rippled through your team. You could deal with one low level curse user. This other man, blonde and thin and wearing a stupid outfit and a stupider grin, could surely be fended off until help arrived.

Or so you thought.

He’d grinned widely before counting the lot of you with his sword in hand–

“One, two, three… four.” 

His gaze lingered on Nao, on Shika. And then on you. Longer than the others? Maybe. It was hard to tell, then and especially now, with the adrenaline. And the blood loss.

Speaking of–

You grunt and rip off a piece of your tattered suit, then another, and another. You’ll have to wrap your wounds yourself, now that you’re–now that you’re alone. Help will arrive soon, and since the curse user is finally dead, and the barrier is gone (perhaps his second simply gave up, when he died?) all you have to do is survive until someone comes to help you.

Which should be any minute now, surely.

They will come before you finish wrapping your wounds, even; there’s a hope you cling to, while you carefully gauge which of your injuries is most at risk for killing you. Probably the stab wound in your side. It went in deep. It hurt–it still hurts–and blood is still seeping out. There’s a strange sort of pain with this wound. Something that almost tingles. Perhaps he hit an organ. Or an artery. Or both. 

The cuts on your arms and legs, no, that’s superficial. Meaningless. You don’t bother with them, instead going for the deeper wound, wrapping it with as many pieces as you can. Blood seeps through, despite the efforts. But that's all you can do. 

A pained sigh, more of a whine, escapes your lips as you lean against the old fountain in the center of the square. On the off chance that the second curse user came back, sitting here was an awful idea. But you were tired. You were dying. And sitting here gave you the best chance at rescue.

It also gave you the best sight of the curses that had seeped their way out of your body, that of your friends as they died. They were nothing much. Bitter, scared things. Whining and whimpering, much like you were doing; much like the rest of them did as they died.

But it would be over soon. You could go home. Call your parents and tell them you love them, consider how to pick up the pieces, and maybe in time you–

“You’re still here! I’m so happy!”

The warmth of slowly bleeding out is cut through with ice that runs up and down your weary limbs, stopping at your chest to make sure your heart begins to race so hard that the pain of it has you leaping to your aching feet.

“You…” The words come out of your lips without energy. It’s impossible. You’re dreaming. No: you’re dead. That must be it. Dead and this is what you hallucinate as your brain fires off all those lovely synapses. 

But it’s not a dream, and you’re dead. Not yet.

The curse user is standing in front of you, looking almost cheerful. His sword is back in his hand–back to holding his hand–and the wound that should have killed him, the ragged slicing of his neck that you managed with a broken pane of glass, is healed up. The only sign of it are dried rivulets of blood covering his neck and chest.

He glances down at it, following your gaze.

“Weird, huh? I’m just really lucky, you know!” When he looks back up, his eyes are wild. But not with anger, as you might expect. No–his eyes shimmer with glee.

There’s only one thing your brain can think to say to him.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

His eyes widen. His lips get thin. He seems to be thinking seriously, perhaps for the first time in his whole damn life. And then, his face begins to shake–a little at first. His lips twitch into a smile. Then he throws back his head and laughs. Loud, giddy. It hurts your ears and you long to cover them up.

“I like to have fun,” he says, taking a step closer. 

Your eyes dart here and there, but where is there to run? You’re exhausted. Bleeding profusely. You wouldn’t make it around the corner.

When your pathetic gaze makes it back to him, he grins wider.

“And I really like weak things. You’re a weak thing, aren’t you?” He licks his lips as his eyes travel up and down your weakened, bleeding body. “All women are.”

There’s a retort somewhere in you; some indignity that might flare up and have you glaring, spitting at him, all defiance and swollen anger. But that retort has been stabbed out of you, chased out of you as your legs twisted and turned within the barrier. 

The retort is blubbering in the blood seeping out from underneath your torn suit bandages. 

“Aw,” he coos. “See? You can’t even speak.” He makes an awful noise, a gleeful little moan. “I want to hear you scream again, though.” His gaze flicks at Nao and Shika. “They made wonderful noises as they died. So pitiful.” His voice cracks at the last word, like a boy in puberty. 

At this, your body does finally try to run away. It has to; you can’t just stand here and die, no matter how tired you are. So your gaze hovers to the left before your bled-out mind decides it’s the best direction to go, carrying your weakened, jelly-like legs a few steps. 

A stupid thing to do, but since when were primal instincts always smart? 

“Oh!” He croons, just in time for your knees to buckle, for your body to hit the pavement hard. 

His footsteps sound too loud against the ground as he approaches you. You’re about to die. He’ll either kill you quick or slow but either way, you’re dead. 

Well, you think. At least I won’t have to live with survivor’s guilt. But mom-dad-sis-friends-neighbors-my-dog–growing-up-on-a-quiet-street-the-time-I-fell-down-at-the-playground-my-first-kiss-and–

All bittersweetness, all those momentary flashes of your life before your dying eyes are replaced with blinding hot pain searing through your ass. His sword–

“Bull’s-eye!” The laughter from behind you is too giddy for the blood-stained scenery. “Ah, should I try your tits next? Women always squeal when I…”

Whatever he says next is lost when the world gets topsy-turvy. The pain in your side and ass and body sears hot as you’re turned around by the curse user. You’re too weak and he’s not exactly strong–if only the second team had gotten here–but he’s strong enough to manhandle you, to hold you up by your wrists and fling you back to the ground so that you land on your back.

He straddles you, pressing his knees into your open wound. You scream–it must be you screaming, everyone else is dead–and he rolls his eyes backward lewdly. 

You hear the sword clatter to the ground and there’s almost relief in you, before you feel his hands roughly groping your breasts. It hurts. Not because he’s particularly rough, though it’s entirely possible; but because your entire body hurts. 

And maybe because, despite the knowledge of your imminent death and the gaping wounds on your body, you can still feel shame. 

“These are so cute,” he murmurs, voice half-laughing. “I wonder if I could cut them clean off.” His eyes glance towards his sword just as you whimper.

A pitiful sound. A small sound. A sound that attracts this vulture-like predator as readily as any mouse in the desert.

He leans forward, cooing softly. “You don’t want that?” 

You shouldn’t. It wouldn’t matter. It’s not going to change anything. But you can’t help it; fear of even more pain wins out.

“Please don’t,” you croak. “Please.”

The sigh that escapes his lips is practically sinful. 

And then–worse than death–you can see an awful thought blossom behind his eyes.

 “You know, I’ve been thinking–” He leans in close, breath hot and stale on your face. Spittle flies onto your cheek. “Since you’re so weak… and since you’re really the prettiest one… I might just keep you alive…”  

His tongue sneaks out like a worm and licks a trail up your cheek, catching tears and blood in one go. Your body jerks all too feebly, a blow to your dignity and primal desire to get the fuck away from him. 

You don’t want to die. But do you want to live, when this is the alternative?

He doesn’t care to find out your answer; instead, he licks another trail down your face, dragging blood–some yours, some not–into your mouth. You sputter, and he bites your bottom lip when you try to jerk your head away.

You whimper again–soft, pitiful, trapped. 

He only grins, and you can hear the sharp slice of the sword dragging against the pavement as it finds its way back into his hands. 

“It’s like you were made for me, right? Poor thing.” 

[ponderingmoonlight]

(y/n) being on fire for Sukuna

(y/n): *mutters* Why is it suddenly so hot here? Haruta: Because everything's on fire, brat! (y/n): *shamelessly staring at Sukuna* I think it's because of him. He's hot. Haruta: YOU'RE FUCKING BURNING (Y/N)

[stillxnunpxidintern]

Ace X Reader - Get Rid Of That Monster

After being a way for over a week on a mission for Pops and having to sleep on whatever he could and not beside you, Ace was just glad to be back on the Moby and able to sleep in his own bed again, not worrying about animals or weather, as a large storm would arrive soon.

That peace was quickly shattered when a piecing scream followed by his name, as well as something smashing. This caused the Fire Logia to slam the door of the cabin and had his fist up ready to use his power.

Hearing his name being screamed again, Ace quickly ran towards the bathroom throwing opening door and looked around and seeing nothing threatening as he turned to you narrowing his eyes in annoyance.

“Why the hell are you screaming?” he asked letting his shoulder slump.

“Kill it, use your damn fire and kill it for for fuck sake” You ordered him.

He gave you a raised eyebrow as you pointed to the bathtub, looking over he could see that there was a large black hairy spider sitting in the middle of the tub.

“Really! It’s just a spider, it will be gone later” he told you with a roll of his eyes at for how dramatic you were over it. 

"Kill it! don't just rid of it, it needs to be dead dead so incinerate" you informed him before looking in the tub to see the furry 8 legged monster move

"I'm not burning the bathroom down to get rid of a spider" he told you

As he went to leave the bathroom you refused to move arms crossed over your chest staring at him. Sighing to himself Ace knew he was going to need to get rid of it, otherwise he was sure you would do something to kill it, that might be overkill and rather not have to explain to Pops why the cabin was destroy and that meant getting no peace.

“Damn it, fine, I’ve get rid it, you pain in my ass” he declared, looking around the bathroom to find something to capture the spider. 

Seeing nothing to use in the bathroom, he went back into the bedroom and grabbed the empty glass that was on the bedside table and went back in to the bathroom then careful caught the spider. He gabbed whatever big enough to the cover the top of the glass with.

Moving toward to the window, you squeaked and almost jumped when he moved towards you with the spider in the hand before giving you a look of exasperation.

“Would you open the window, my hands are a treasure” Ace told you, showing the glass to get his point across.

You looked at him and glass then hesitantly and slowly moved to the window, afraid the spider would jump at you even if was under a glass. So you quickly open the window before scurrying away to the bedroom, trying put as much distance between you and that monster as possible.

Once the spider was thrown from the window, Ace kind of felt sorry for creature and thrown from the window but he just wanted sleep and wouldn't get it it was still in the bathroom. After locking window he went back into the bedroom after placing the items he used down

Ace saw you in the middle of bed with your feet tucked under

“My hero” you beamed at him, as he flapped down on you and the bed, making you give a little groan

“You know you're never more than 6 feet away from a spider, supposedly and given we're on a ship, they're probably even closer space for them” He stated

Instead of laughing at useless fact, you shivered at the thought and poked Ace hard in the side for, he just quietly chuckled as he rolling off you and wrapping an arm around you pulling you close and kissed your forehead.

“Don’t worry, I’ll protect you from these 8 legged monsters...maybe” he chucked before wincing when he got elbow in this side.

“You're asshole” you muttered into his chest, “It's either you get rid of it or you're the getting the blame for a burnt down cabin” yo commented, “So you had better be my hero or you won’t have a cabin anymore” you yawned.

“Don’t worry," Ace chuckled, "I’ve always be your hero if you need me to, plus I like our cabin unburnt and in one piece and I really don't want to have to explain to Pops why we need a new cabin” Ace commented back, "He and the crew wouldn't never let me or us live it down" he finished.

After cuddling for a few moment the both of you moved around into your normal sleeping position before pulling the covers over and falling to sleep quickly.

During the night, you awoke suddenly as the room was illuminated as the sound of rain hitting hard against the windows reached your ears. 

A loud crack echoed a cross the sky, make you jump a little with how close it was and buried yourself into Ace side knowing you were safe and protected there.

Ace woke the booming of thunder and found buried deep in his side with as he realized just how bad it was storming and wrapped his arms around tightly around, more or less pinning you to his chest, pulling the over back over.

"It seems that today, is not your day" he murmured sleepily to you.

First the spider and now a storm that was over raging over the Moby, thank the seas that it was anchored just off one the islands under their protection.

Placing a hand on the back of you head, he moved you around just a little to the centre of his chest so you could hear his heartbeat, and hoped that would drown some of the storm.

When a particularly loud clash of thunder it had you jumping a little more and gave an unhappy noise, keeping your eyes tightly shut.

Ace gently hushed you, his fingers going through your hair while listening to the storm. When the lightning and thunder moved further away till it was just howling winds and heavy rainfall, Ace released you which then allowed you move around and get comfortable again.

Once you got comfortable again this time with your back to Ace, allowing him to pulled you against his chest, as you both fell back to sleep, to the sound of the rain in the background.

----

The following day was bright with clear blue sky as the crew sat on the deck enjoying the warmth of the sun when the peacefulness was broken by Aces name be screamed by you, as you quickly ran out of a door and behind Ace.

"Get rid of it and get rid of Haruta" you told him as you pointed to the door that said commander was coming out with a spider in his hands.

Ace looked at you and then at Haruta who was indeed holding a spider in his hands, it was smaller than the one he had dealt but it wasn't in the cabin do he wasn't gonna do anything.

"It's not in the cabin and it's not attacking you, so I'm not dealing with it, plus it more afraid of you than you are of it" Ace told you, watching as Haruta got closer with it.

That wasn't the answer you wanted to hear, so you smacked the fire logia on the back of the head before running and hiding behind Marco.

"Pops! Marco! tell him to leave me alone, Haruta has been following me with it and you know I hate like spider" you pleaded with Pops and blonde commander .

Pops just watched on waiting to see what chaos happens, while Marco just sighed at his siblings antics and knew something or someone was gonna need repairing or healing if he didn't step in now.

"Haruta get rid of that before you get punched in the face again yoi" Marco informed the commander, who seemed to flinch as a past memory popped up.

The 12th division commander complied and released it into some part of deck.

"Thank you," You beamed, "Best brother" you whispered quietly as you left and headed back over to Ace.

"What happened to being my hero when there's a spider about" you questioned with your arms crossed as glared at him before punching him in arm.

He grabbed your waist and pulled you down on to his lap as he put his chin on your shoulder.

"I'm sorry for not being your hero but I'm not going to kill a spider, just because Haruta was holding it, the spider didn't ask to be held and used to scare you" Ace explained, holding you close.

"Fine, you're forgiven this time" you said with a little huff as you leant back against Ace, " But don't let it happen again"

"I won't treasure" he chuckled.

[leopar6eyes]

wish i was haruta rn💔💔

credit: raes.efx

[brnest]

Im baaaaaaaack. (sorta)

New chapter of His Heart Beats is out! It is short, I know. But I will be releasing more this month (aiming for 5 to make up for my hiatus)

Read here

Summary:

Your neighbor Mr. Fushiguro is positively outrageous. For starters, you have no idea what he looks like, he owns an ancient car you never see him drive, he never pays his rent on time, and there are constant women leaving his house either in tears or rage. But surely the opulence of the neighborhood is well-worth dealing with the sloppy, lecherous, recluse next door, right?

[shirohige-pirates]

Hey Doll

A little excerpt from the next chapter:

Dinner with the Whitebeard Family:

Platters, plates, bowls, pots, and glasses are moved around the table as everyone passes stuff around. Newgate and Thatch keep reaching over you, so you don’t have to try and hold the heavy platters, and Thatch asks if you want something before putting some on your plate and then serving himself. The process repeats almost a dozen times while all the options are passed around.

With a little help from Thatch you get some butter and gravy to go with your choices, and end up with three glasses of water at some point.

“You’re going to drown the poor thing,” Vista says, “give me one of those glasses, I don’t have one.”

“Look just one firecracker shrimp-.” Marco starts.

“Absolutely not,” Thatch snaps, swatting Marco’s hand with a wooden spoon that has mashed potatoes on it. “We still haven’t talked preferences and I made that with Jozu in mind.”

There’s a brief pause at the table and Haruta gives his shrimp to Izou. Marco gets up and comes back with a small plate of pineapple slices, putting the spicy shrimp between them before returning to something else.

“That’s not gonna save you,” Jozu teases, breathing out in satisfaction after eating a shrimp.

“It’ll make the suffering tastier, yoi.” Marco quips and the others laugh.

[xigeminorum]

Woah. My FYP is filled with Nanami edits, screencaps, and Nanami x reader stuff. The abundance of content people simping for Nanami on my FYP has skyrocketed. Is this the product of THAT recent episode? IS THIS WHO WE ARE NOW??

(I'm not complaining please let's keep it this way *wink wink*)

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Hi :D

I need to say that I love your writing very much. You're literally so amazing at describing characters and their emotions , their actions and the background as well!

Tho, If you feel comfortable enough - Can you make headcanon or drabble (choice is up to you) about Platonic!Roger Pirates and Whitebeard Pirates having a young crewmate that is very mature but is really self-sacrificial? By that I mean , they are not a fighter but don't want to be burden so they do anything they can to not be useless in their opinion?

So I did headcanons because I'm not good with drabbles. It's either 800-900 words minimum or nothing. I don't do drabbles. That being said, I hope you enjoy this, just remember this is just how I see them.

Word Count: 900

Roger Pirates

Roger totally pouts about you being very mature

You’re a kid, you should be enjoying life!

Orders the crew to give you as few chores as possible.

That’s not to say you don’t do plenty, just that Roger doesn’t assign it to you.

Constantly telling you to go have fun and enjoy the sunshine.

Part of you wants to, you want to make him happy, you kind of want to go have fun.

But what if you become a burden by doing so?

What if you cause trouble like Buggy and Shanks?

Nope! Not gonna happen!

And you go right back to helping out. 

Rayleigh has had to forcibly stop you before.

Actually picked you up, set you in a chair, and ordered you to enjoy a small dessert.

In his defense, you’d been working yourself pretty hard at the time.

The entire crew knows not to wake you in the morning unless necessary. 

It’s not that they don’t want your help, but they’re worried about you.

Rayleigh suggests a therapist. 

You got so caught up in taking care of things that you missed the appointments.

The crew honestly tries their best to get you to stop and relax.

They’ve seen you overwork yourself, it wasn’t pretty and they all felt terrible for not stopping you sooner.

You still find plenty to do though.

Them not telling you to help actually makes you feel worse. 

You’re being a burden by trying not to be a burden!

Rayleigh realizes this and you, Roger and Rayleigh reach an agreement.

You’re to do the chores you’re given and no more unless asked.

Buggy and Shanks aren’t allowed to ask you for help. 

You’re allowed to get the usual early wake up call, but you have to spend a mandatory 2 hours being a kid and having fun.

Your fun usually involves helping Crocus organize the infirmary or just talking with Shanks (and keeping him out of trouble).

Neither Roger nor Rayleigh are happy about it, but they accept that it makes you happy so they don’t say anything.

You tell them that you just don’t want to be a burden… They laughed.

They told you that you were a kid, the only thing kids should worry about is being kids, not about being burdens. 

Still, if doing a certain amount each day gets you to have fun later, they’ll take what they can get.

Whitebeard Pirates

Oh dear.

If you think Roger was bad, try dealing with his son.

Ace loves goofing off and causing trouble.

Haruta also likes causing trouble. 

The two try to get you in on their trouble very, very often.

Not that they do, but they’re really trying to get you to enjoy life. 

Unfortunately, watching them cause trouble and make messes only makes you want to do more.

Their jobs as commanders are important and they’re great fighters, but damn do they cause trouble for people. 

Marco, Izou, and Thatch help though. 

They keep you busy but also keep you from overworking yourself.

Thatch will give you easy tasks in the kitchen, Marco will give you simple tasks in the infirmary. 

It’s always stuff that’s ‘important but I just don’t have the time’. 

Izou helps in a rather odd way. He insists on spa days with you, says your company is relaxing, that he needs someone he can talk to but not like Ace or Thatch.

So you take spa days with him.

He actually really does like your company and it does help him relax, but it’s 90% for your sake.

Even Whitebeard has you help him. 

He’s 20 ft tall, Luffy literally fits in his giant hand! He needs someone to help him with small things. 

You’re young and small, so you do a lot of things he’s ‘too big’ for. Could he technically order things in his size? Yes, but that would be a lot of money when he has someone small who can do it for him.

At least, that’s what he tells people. 

You’re often busy this way but actually do very little work.

Which was their intention.

You’re a kid, they don’t want you being too grown up but they know if they try and stop you, you’ll find other ways.

So they keep you busy while making things easy. 

Organizing things, sorting produce, spa days, writing out various orders from the captain, reading off lists made by the commanders, all stuff that requires very little actual work but is still important to each of the commanders.

Ace and Haruta try to make their tasks fun as well.

Sometimes it works, sometimes it just annoys you.

Are they mocking you by doing this?

Whitebeard does have one very strict rule for you though.

No working after dinner, the time between dinner and bed is to be spent winding down and getting ready for bed.

Someone once caught you trying to clean the kitchen counters after dinner to make life easier for Thatch. 

Whitebeard ‘grounded’ you for a week. You weren’t allowed to help anyone with anything, you felt awful.

Ace and Haruta were assigned to you to make sure of that.

You never disobeyed the rule again.

It’s not that you don’t want to have fun, but you just really don’t want to be a burden to anyone. 

You spend some of the time after dinner just doing what you want to do.

[pswaney12]

Throw back to this one shot :3

My mutants

Haruta x reader

Nsfw warning

The world had become an apocalyptic wasteland. Uninhabitable for humans to live. The air filled with toxic gases puddles of chemicals and poison everywhere. It was just unsuitable for life.

The only places people could safely live in where the labs. Which were scattered out and few were still working. The only hope for humanity was for mutants to rebuild society.

I groaned when the beeping of my alarm went off. I pulled my sheets off and got up to turn it off. Once the obnoxious beeping had been turned off I walked into my bathroom and got a shower. I got dressed and left my room to start my daily routine. I take care of the mutants making sure that they are all healthy.

I pulled my lab coat over my shoulders as I made my way to the first room. “Good morning Marco!” I grinned. The bioluminescent bird mutant perked at the sound of my voice. “Good morning (Y/n)!” He replied happily. I looked at the man who’s feathers gleamed a soft teal and yellow. When I got closer to the cage his feathers ruffled with joy. I stayed in the room for a little bit longer before walking out and making my way to visit the other mutants.

When I got to the twelfth mutant I saw something interesting on the floor. “Haruta did you shed your antlers?” I asked the brunette. Laying on the floor next to his bed were his old antlers glowing ever so faintly. Haruta turned around and saw me. His tail flicked back and forth happily and his ears flapped too. “Yep! I did shed my antlers (Y/n).” Haruta hummed. I walked to the edge of his cage and looked through it. “Do you mind if I come in side and grab those?” I asked. “Not at all!” He grinned.

I walked over to the door of his cage and used my keycard to unlock it. When I walked in Haruta was waiting in front of the door. I smiled and let my hand go behind his ear and start scratching. Haruta was another bioluminescent mutant but instead of a bird hybrid he was a deer hybrid. Harutas spots gleamed a soft green in enjoyment. His antlers would glow to but they hadn’t finished growing back yet and he still had to rub the velvet off of his antlers. His body wiggled around me. He hugged my waist and nuzzled my head. His ears flapped and they tickled mine. I giggled softly and looked up at him. I booped his nose before moving his arms from my waist. I walked over and picked up his shedded antlers. I let my fingers gently glide across them. Thats when I realized there was a faint gold pattern that wrapped around the antlers it matched the scarf I gave him. “(Y/n) do you think my antlers will grow back bigger?” Haruta asked me. I smiled brightly at him. Of course I think you’ll grow bigger antlers.” I said.

Harutas smile grew even bigger and he couldn’t help but show his affection. He wrapped his arms around me and his nose nuzzled mine affectionately. I stayed there for a minute before turning around and looking at him. “Haruta I gotta go check on the others. I’ll see you during social hour.” I said. Haruta nodded and removed his arms from my body. I stopped by my room and set one antler on my desk before taking the other to the lab. “Haruta shedded this.” I said and handed the examiner the antler. “Do you mean experiment 3892?” I was corrected. I frowned at the correction. If these are the creatures that are going to save us I’d rather treat them like people. I walked out and made my way to check on the other mutants. The last mutant I visited before social hour was Izo. Another bioluminescent animal. He was a bunny. His ears twitched when he heard me walk in. “What’s got you upset (Y/n)?” He asked. “Nothing you need to worry about.” I whispered. I watched his ears flatten. Izo walked in front of the glass wall separating us. His tail wasn’t shaking like it would any other time he would see me. He generally seemed sad because I was upset. Which confused me. “What’s wrong Izo. You normally don’t act like this when I come to see you.” “Your upset (Y/n).” He replied. My eyes widened a tiny bit at his words. “I’m just annoyed with the way the others treat you guys.” I whispered. I looked at the watch on my wrist andsmiled at Izo. “Wow, I’ve wasted a lot of time. It’s almost social hour!” I smiled. Izos ears raised and his tail flicked happily now in a better mood because I was. I heard the door open and heard the guards boots hit the floor. “I’ll see you soon Izo.” I smiled and walked out. I pulled the helmet to my hazmat suit over my head before stepping outside to observe the mutants.

All 16 were gathered outside of the cave in the area they were allowed in. They all glanced at me before walking into the cave. They were in there for most of the time. Which confused me. Just what exactly were they doing. I saw Haruta walk out and his antlers had finished growing back. I had to do a double take because I didn’t expect his antlers to grow so quickly. Haruta rubbed his head against the tree closest to him. I cringed at the thought of just how much that itched. Once he had gotten a majority of the velvet off he walked back inside the cave. I was so confused why they were inside it. Could they be building a hive? No that couldn’t be it. They didn’t have a female to view as their queen. I glanced at my watch and noticed the social time was almost over. “Guys we have to go back inside soon!” I called out. I watched the 16 mutants walk out of the cave wind over to where I was. The hallway door opened and the toxic chemicals were filtered out of the air inside once the door was closed. Once that process had finished the door to the lab opened. Once the door sealed behind us I pulled my helmet off and looked at the taller mutants that were standing behind me.

I looked up at them and smiled softly. “Did you guys enjoy your time?” I asked. “Mhm (Y/n), my antlers finished growing!” Haruta said giggly. “Can I count the points?” I asked. Haruta nodded excitedly and lowered his head. My gloved finger touched each point. The only reason I still had my glove on was because we just got back inside and the mutants radiation levels most likely increased. “12 point.” I smiled. “4 more than your last pair.” The deer hybrid giggled with excitement. The guards scoffed at my interaction with Haruta. I heard the clicking of heels behind me and I looked to see Monet. “(Y/n) where’s the other antler?” She asked. “I kept it so I could analyze it later.” I said. She scoffed and raised her hand to slap me. She slapped me. Monet raised her hand to slap me again but Haruta pulled me back into his chest. They all looked furious with Monet. Haruta glanced down at me. Tears swelled up in my eyes. A red hand print was left of my cheek. Haruta leaned forward and gently licked the area where she slapped me. Haruta frowned the moment he tasted my tears. He looked at me his own tears in his eyes. His antlers and spots glowing a light blue. His arms wrapped around me tightly and he buried his face in my hair.

“I can’t believe you can stand being so close to them.” Monet scoffed and walked away. Soon after the guards arrived and took the Mutants back to their cages. I sighed and took off the hazmat suit and put it in its respective area. Meanwhile in the lab I didn’t know they were talking about me.

“The mutants are getting awfully close to her.” Monet sighed. “We won’t have to worry. When the female is complete they’ll forget about her. They’ll be too focused on their queen. Not paying a single bit of attention to her. After that we won’t need her anymore and we can just throw her out!” Caesar laughed.

Monet giggled and all the other scientists laughed. Not long after they had quit their cackling I walked in carrying Harutas other antler. Monet snatched it from me and I sighed knowing I would probably have to wait until they all went to bed to analyze it. I walked into the incubation room to check on the female. I smiled when I noticed that at this rate we would have a female by tonight. I walked out and over to Caesar. “The female should be ready tonight.” I spoke. “Good, good.” He smirked. All the other scientists smirked as I left.

Later that night I got up and made my way to the lab. It looked absolutely deserted. I glanced over at Harutas antlers before walking over and picking one up. I turned a small light on at my desk before getting a dish to put under my microscope. I took the antler and scraped it. The dish caught the dust. I narrowed my eyes when I saw a hair. I got my tweezers and moved it into a different sample dish before I took the one with the powder from the antlers and put it under my microscope. I turned the light on and looked at the different cells. I smiled looking at the bioluminescent cells that were different colors. I switched the dishes and looked at the hair. I could see the bioluminescent cells mixed with the normal cells.

I jumped when I heard something hit the glass in the incubation room. I got up and walked inside. I gasped when I saw the female. “Hold on I’ll go get you some clothes, I’ll be back.” I said and walked out. Once I returned with some clothes that I thought suited her I opens the incubator. She stepped out and took the clothes from me. “Hi! My name is (Y/n).” I smiled.

I helped her with her clothes then I looked at her. “I think I’ll call you Whitey.” I said. “Come on let’s go to a different room.” I said and led her out. I led her to her cage and brought her inside. “I’ll be back tomorrow morning with some more people Whitey. I’ll see you soon.” I said and walked out.

On my way back to the lab I glanced at Harutas door. “After I clean up I’ll see if he’s still awake.” I whispered to myself. I put the dishes in one of my drawers and set the antlers back where it was. I turned the lights off and walked out. When I pushed open the door to Harutas room he was standing up and sniffing the air. I smiled slightly at that. His ears twitched and he snapped his head in my direction. “Haruta do you smell your new friend?” I asked. “Yeah.” Haruta replied. “Well you’ll get to see them tomorrow.” I smiled. I sat up against the glass and had a conversation with Haruta. I looked at my watch and gasped. “We talked the whole night away.” I giggled. Haruta giggled with me. “I’m gonna go get a shower and get dressed I’ll be back soon.” I said and Haruta nodded.

On my way back to Harutas room I saw Caesar. “Caesar the female finished last night and I brought her to her room.” I said. “Let’s go see her.” Caesar grinned and I nodded before walking off in the direction. I led the others to the room. Once we were there they observed the female. “(Y/n) go get the other experiments.” Caesar said. “Okay.” I replied. I soon returned with the other mutants following me. I led them into the room the female was in. I closed the door behind me and I stayed in the room in case anything went wrong.

We watched the bioluminescent creatures smell her before looking away as if the could care less about her. I saw her try to get close to Ace but his flames flared. “Ace.” I called out and he let his flames calm. None of the scientists understood why Ace did that. But it all made sense after what Haruta did. Harutas arms wrapped around my waist and he rutted against me. I dropped my clipboard and moaned. “Get her out of there!” Caesar shouted. The guards burst through the door.

They grabbed my arms and ripped me from Harutas embrace. Oh the mutants were pissed. They all ran out of the room. When the scientists looked back in there was only the corpse of the female. “We need to evacuate to the second lab!” Caesar said. The guards carrying me could hear him so they tossed me in the lab and closed the doors. I could see on the cameras just how distressed the mutants were. I watched the cameras. I saw that Haruta threw his head back and sniffed the air. I could only guess that he got my scent because he started heading in the direction of the lab.

I ran over to the controls, but the moment I got there the lights went out. I ran over to my desk in hope that my light would turn on which It did. While I was doing that Haruta had managed to pull the doors apart. “Queen!” Haruta gasped in relief. He slid his body through the gap but an antler got caught. I heard Haruta whine and I looked over at the door. “Queen.” He whined. I walked over and saw tears running down his face. A look of defeat in his eyes. I couldn’t stand seeing him like that. I walked over and wiped his tears away. “It’s okay Haruta, I’m here.” I whispered.

I moved his antlers so it wasn’t stuck anymore and I pulled him through the door. I stumbled back and fell underneath Haruta. He was laying on top of me.

I ran my hands through his soft hair. Harutas ears flapped and his tail swished in enjoyment. “Queen.” Haruta hummed in relief. He was feeling better but that didn’t change the fact that I was stressed about everything. “What’s wrong queen.” Haruta asked worriedly. H-Haruta there’s just so much going on. I don’t know what to do. I’ll probably die soon too.” I spoke anxiously. The mutant sat up and brought me with him. His arms wrapped around me pulling me into his chest. I relaxed in the mutants embrace.

It starts turning into a lemon here

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Remember that scene where Nanami was beating up Shigemo? Well, could i request a 'what if' scenario where Shigemo tries to hurt Nanami while the latter's distracted and Nanami's wife shows up and the couple end up beating him up together?

‘Son of a bitch!’ Nobara hated fighting against other sorcerers. Especially tacky ones like this.

She blocked another of Shigemo’s swings while he gleefully laughed & taunted her. Again, tacky. The pain from the shallow cut on her legs was starting to bubble up. Making it harder for her to concentrate on the fight at hand. Literally, in a way, as the hand on his stupid sword kept trying to attack her as well. ‘If that thing touches me again I’m going to seriously throw up’.

Just as the two of them were about to cross off again, the young sorcerers stopped simultaneously at the sound of broken glass. A large, blonde man stepping through the shattered door, followed by a woman who looked of distinction behind him.

“See to Nobara.” He told the woman as he removed his tie and wrapped it around.

The woman gave an affirmative and rushed off towards her. ‘That must be Nanami-san?’ Yuji had told her about him, but this was the first time she had met him. He wasn’t what she expected. Yuji had told her he was a salary man who carried a sword, but this guy was way more intimidating than Yuji’s bright, happy account of their time together suggested.

“Hello Nobara. I’m [Y/N]. Please let me see your leg.”

Nobara was snapped out of her thoughts by the woman appearing beside her, and already inspecting her leg. “It’s not that bad.” She told her. “How did you know my name?”

“Gojo and Yuji told me about you.” Nobara flinched when she heard the sound of bones crushing, followed by the sound of broken glass and crushed plaster. “They both seem very fond of you. So I’m glad you’re safe.”

“Yeah…thanks…” She realized that her leg was all better, but was still freaked out about someone knowing her when she didn’t know them.

“How many…and where are they….?” They can hear Nanami ask, no growl at Shigemo as he helplessly tried to get away. Now unable to with Nanami holding him tight by his hair.

“Nanami doesn’t like it when people hurt his friends.” Nobara looked back over at [Y/N] as she made this comment. “He’s very protective. I almost feel sorry for him, if he wasn’t such a terrible person.” She stood up and offered Nobara her hand. “Let’s find Nitta-chan. Make sure she’s okay too.”

“Sure…I-” Nobara saw fast movement out of the corner of her eye, and knew instantly what it was. She quickly pulled out one of her nails and hammered his stupid gross sword into the ceiling. “Not on my watch!”

“You seem to be feeling better.” [Y/N] told her with a soft chuckle. To which Nobara felt instantly warmed & praised. She hadn't met many women sorcerers, but she could already tell that [Y/N] might be a mentor for her one day.

Shigemo started crying apologies. Saying he was sorry and bawling as Nanami kept him loft in the air. The grade 1 sorcerer let out a sigh and dropped him. “He doesn’t know anything. Let’s go find Nitta.”

He turned his back on the slumped form of Shigemo, who kept crying for a moment before his sniveling suddenly stopped and his face curled in a sadist grin. “Don’t underestimate how lucky I am!” Apparently, he had another, non-cursed knife in his waist band, and Shigemo had suddenly jumped up with it to stab Nanami in the back.

He didn’t get far though as 0.02 seconds into his lunge, [Y/N] was between them. Her foot in his chest and Shigemo now across the street in another heap. This time unconscious, presumed dead.

“You can’t just turn your back on people like that Nanami.”

“He’s just a kid.” Nanami replied to her scolding.

“You’re too soft when it comes to children, dear.” She nudged his shoulder as she past, and Nobara suddenly noticed the rings on their fingers. “Speaking of children, we still need to find Nitta-chan.”

“Isn’t Nitta-chan like…20 something?” Nobara asked.

“Yes, but she’s still just a baby to me.”

“Now who’s being too soft?” [Y/N] glared at Nanami as he walked past towards the escalator they had seen her crawl up from.

“Thank you, by the way.” Nobara said as they walked on. “For helping me.”

“It’s no problem!” [Y/N] replied cheerfully.

“We’re the adults. You’re the child. It’s our duty to prioritize your life over our own.” Nobara frowned at being called a child, but decided to keep her mouth shout this time since they did save her.

She thought back on the fight for a moment, and remembered the kick [Y/N] had given Shigemo and how clean it was. She decided that yes, [Y/N] would be a mentor for her. Maybe her and Yuji could train together with them after this was all over? But thoughts like that of the future had no place on the battle field.