#Have Violin Will Swing

[jazzdailyblog]

The Electrifying Legacy of Stuff Smith: Jazz Violin's Unconventional Virtuoso

Introduction: Jazz, with its rich and diverse history, has seen countless instrumentalists pushing the boundaries of their respective instruments, but few have done so with the sheer audacity and innovation of Stuff Smith. A pioneering jazz violinist, Smith broke away from traditional classical influences to carve out a unique place in jazz history. His contributions to the genre, particularly…

[charliesinfern0]

now I wish I knew how to write music and lyrics because how cool would it be to just write an entire theater style song for my cats oc

[wickedhawtwexler]

i think i'm gonna take a mental health day from work tomorrow

[cepheusgalaxy]

How do you dra w again

[clare-875]

Dance With Me (Luffy, Sanji, Zoro)

_____ Pairings: Luffy x Reader; Sanji x Reader; Zoro x Reader Summary: How he would dance with you. Warnings: Fluff, Kissing in Sanji's, Jealous Zoro, Female Reader [One Piece Masterlist] _____

- Luffy - Wild and Free

When another party marks the end of another adventure in another foreign land you and your crew had saved, you are unsurprised when you instantly hear your boyfriend's voice, loud in his glee. "Meat!" Sure enough, there are tables lined with an endless supply of the country's best food, including Luffy's beloved meat. You hear your newfound friends from the island trying to extend their thanks but Luffy brushes them off as always, mouth full of food. You were often content by his side as you also had your share of the meal and were blessed by the sight of Luffy's joyous grin. "Hey [y/n], you tried this yet!? It's sooo good!" You laugh when you turn to your boyfriend who hands you some more meat but you accept it willingly, seeing as your partner had already inflated full of the food he devoured. The night was full of festivity and there was never a dull moment, the both of you enjoyed your food and enjoyed the company around you. But when you hear the sudden beat of music your gaze wanders to the familiar sound of an upbeat song. You hear Luffy's contentment from beside you as he yells out, grinning as Brook joins in on the musical festivities. You laugh at your boyfriend's wild movements as he finds himself enraptured in the music, however, you are surprised when sudden hands grip you tightly.

It takes you a moment to realise that it was Luffy's hands holding you, then making you fly through the air to him where he danced. You look up to see the proximity of his grin that you had admired from afar and feel the rush of heat reach your cheeks; you are enamoured. Whether Luffy noticed your sudden fluster was unknown to you, but knowing your boyfriend he probably paid it no mind, more interested in getting you to join in on his fun. "C'mon [y/n], banquet means music!" He swings you around him and you feel the warmth of his hold on your waist as he hoists you up and spins. You feel the flurry of movement as even when you touch the floor, he still swings you back and forth in somewhat erratic and yet somehow careful movements. Throughout it all you are laughing and adding to the grin that reaches Luffy's face. He feels his heart thrum faster at the sight of your permanent smile, and gleaming eyes boring into his. The feelings you ignited in him were so foreign before, and yet now he had learned to embrace them as you filled his heart. No adventure could be worth any happiness in the world to him if you were not by his side.

The night loiters on and you find yourself exhausted after having danced wildly with Luffy for several long moments. As you take a breath and sit, you watch your crewmates also become prey to drinking, feasting, dancing and overall the proper need of rest. Even Luffy, who had lingered in the festivities longer than you did found himself moving sluggishly to you in the end, asleep the instant his form fell to yours. Brook looked to you and despite being all but bones, you could see his smile as he slowed his violin to a more steady tune. You caressed the raven locks that hugged Luffy's face as he snored against you. However, it was not long before sleep came to take you too and you allowed the joyful memories of the night to wash over you, as you lay among your crew, next to your devoted boyfriend.

- Sanji - Slow and Sensual

The party had droned on for several long hours now, and as time passed you watched as your crewmates started to settle their initial rowdiness. Sanji had finally approached you and you gave him a weary smile as you witnessed tiredness lingering in his eyes. He had after all, being cooking non-stop for your comrades and crew. He easily takes his place next to you and you hear the flick of his lighter as he pulls out a cigarette. It was a habit you had tried to limit him to, but you relented this time as he deserved it after the long and tiring night; the long and tiring days rather. Being a member of the straw hat crew certainly meant not a moment's rest as somehow despite your Captain's luck helping him daily, it did not prevent the danger that somehow came wherever he ventured. This time was no different as another one of his impulsive adventures led to heinous enemies you had all somehow been able to put a stop to; again. Now in the small town you had eventually saved, crewmates linger but it is clear in their eyes of their exhaustion too, and Brook seeing the serenity that came from the late evening, changed the tempo of his violin. Now the upbeat tunes that had been playing the whole night were replaced by a slow and almost romantic violin piece and it made you smile as you closed your eyes to savour the peace. When you opened them, however, you were met with your partner on his feet, a hand placed out to you, forever the gentleman.

"Darling, would you care to dance?" You smile at his care that remains no matter how long the two of you have been dating, as you place your hand in his, and they mould together as though that was all they were made to do. His eyes light up at your willingness, as though still unused to having a partner return the love he usually spilled. Carefully, he holds you to him and slowly he starts to move, and it is like each step has been engraved in his mind as your form melts to him. You hear the thrumming of his heart under your ear as you place your head on his chest and he cradles your form closer to his, warmth enveloping you. "You're good at this." Your words are a whisper to his ears but of course, to him, they sound heavenly as you feel the soft rumble of light laughter laced with contentment. When you look up, he is gazing at you like you were what was pulling him to the Earth, and you can't deny the love you also feel. He brings you closer then, and though the music still lingers, suddenly it is muffled by his presence and his soft lips that meet yours gently. Instantly your senses are filled with the smell of smoke and the unmistakable scent of his collongue. He moves delicately before you part and he sees his loving gaze reflected in your eyes.

As the night drones on and members of the crew disappear from your sight, you and Sanji finally finish your slow dancing and make your way back to the ship. Though your crew would likely be asleep and scattered among the island you were still on, the both of you decided that you could deal with that in the morning. The two of you, however, deserved rest in the comfort of your rooms that awaited upon the ship. Your hand was still gripped strongly in his as the moon guided your path and the stars bore witness to the sight of your love. Your head was leant against his shoulder as you moved, and maybe it was tiredness that gartered your clinginess but Sanji could never complain of that, as the both of you approached your beds for sleep.

- Zoro - Reluctant and Inclined

When you and your crew find yourselves amid celebration after the long events of another tiring day, you are unsurprised at the series of events that take place from it: Luffy getting overly excited at the food that presents itself to him. Sanji, getting annoyed at said excited individual, as his Captain goes to devour an entire share of the food he prepared. Robin and Nami drinking and watching with annoyed and amused faces respectively, the sight of the crew. The list could go on, and when you turn to your left, you find your boyfriend doing what he would usually do too; nursing his fourth bottle of the night. You roll your eyes but smile, happy to be among your comrades and friends you fight tooth and nail beside, and share every brink of adventure with. However, when suddenly the music turns from an upbeat tempo to the rhythm of a song you adored, you suddenly wish that maybe there would be a change to the norm; but what were you expecting really? When you turn to your partner, he eyes you in passive question as he takes a swing from his bottle at your gleaming eyes. "Zoro, come on let's dance!" However, this is the proud and stoic swordsman of the Straw Hat Pirates we're talking about, and he turns away before he even registers the rest of your words. "No way, I'm not like that idiot cook."

So, Zoro makes the mistake of outright refusing when you ask him for a dance and you huff in your pettiness, but he should know of your tactics in concurring him to the most unseemly things. However, maybe that is when you make your mistake. In your brief irritation, you leave him as he eyes you lazily from where he calls for another drink, but to his utter surprise you walk up to the very man he had mocked; his eyes gleaming at your presence. "[y/n]-san~" Sanji. The grip on his drink tightens as words spill from the love-drunk cook as he swings in circles around your form. "You want to dance with me? Well, of course, my dear. I knew that stupid marimo wasn't deserving of your love from the beginning-" However, Zoro reaches his final nerve when he actually sees the cook's hands start to roam to places only his should. Zoro growls under his breath, and before you can even register, or maybe creep away from Sanji's overly-excited form, you feel deathly movement and find yourself in another's arms. Zoro had basically knocked Sanji out completely with the harsh pound of his head, and now Chopper and Nami surrounded the unconscious cook in utter shock at the elevation of events. "Zoro, what were you thinking? You could've killed him!"

Despite Chopper's pained words or Nami's own punch to his head, your boyfriend pays them no mind as he turns to you, but you return his irritated gaze hesitantly. "L-look Zoro, I'm sorry, I took it too far, we don't have to-" But you are shocked even further when instead of dragging you from the dance floor he stays put, hands fumbling to grab your waist. "Zoro what-" However, his sharp words cut through yours before you can finish. "You wanted to dance, right woman? So let me." Your eyes are wide and his face flushes red in the embarrassment of him, a worthy swordsman, dancing. His hands move to your form and he rocks you awkwardly. However, when he looks down and meets your gaze sober of your teasing and laughter, and just the utter contentment of finally being able to dance with him, he feels his emotions relent. He would do anything for you. He would kill for you, he would protect you, he would look after you, he would knock perverted cooks unconscious for you. He would even maybe drink enough so that he could humour you in a dance and witness your loving gaze.

[disappointment-comics]

i think i’m just sad that none of them got to grow before they died

luther was still living in the manor, which he’s always done for his whole life. so much of his arc has been about outgrowing this place and learning to leave. but he still winds up in the ruins of the place he grew up in. i could’ve believed it as a character choice IF we hadn’t already seen luther figure out how to live independently in the world in dallas. instead it was a regression

diego deserved to break the cycle of abuse!! he’s always been softer than he lets himself be, the role of father should’ve been a really big thing for him. and yet he ends the season without his kids and with the whole mess with lila and five. they spent the whole season trying to convince me he was a loser and a failure when he seemed really normal and trying his best. which is exactly what he was as a child, designated number 2 and never good enough.

i was a big s3 allison defender but then they did NOTHING with all the big swings they took with her character, so it was all for nothing?? ray walks out?? (which seems so ooc for him but i guess it was an actor scheduling thing) no conflict with claire very little resolution with her family and no introspection into what her choices and control issues mean for her.

klaus had this whole storyline with his powers and then didn’t get to use them at all… like that’s literally insane. it felt like they were really setting klaus up to reflect on his relationship to addiction and the parts that are and are not related to his powers, but then it just stops. he doesn’t apologize, he doesn’t get comforted, doesn’t learn to save himself, and he just dies, which is such a waste of a character that’s always represented an interesting blurring of life and death. i really would’ve liked to see klaus get some autonomy this season, since so much of his life is other factors making decisions for him, but nope.

five. i don’t even think i have to say anything here.

ben loses so much character autonomy halfway through this season. he’s another character who’s always been at the mercy of others, maybe most of all, and he doesn’t even feel like a main character in the season ABOUT him.

viktor has some moments with getting to confront reggie, but even those fell flat for me tbh. the line from reggie saying “you deserved to wear the mask” just proves that none of them ever understood that NONE of those children should’ve been in the masks in the first place. vik had built a genuinely good life for himself and didn’t get to keep it. dying as an umbrella martyr is not revolutionary when they’ve all been doing that their whole lives. living as a happy, normal person is actually much more radical. also he should’ve got his violin back.

[cvnt4him]

Vengeance is mine.

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There has been a couple of knocks at your door, you debated even answering the door from how angry and upset you were with your boyfriend which you're almost more than sure, is the one that's been knocking on your door like his life depends on it. It just might.

You get up sniffling and walking to the door, your hair a mess as you had ice cream on your shirt and chip crumbs all over your robe, you looked through the peephole to see your former boyfriend, standing outside with a bouquet of your favorite flowers, a box of chocolate, and a card. He looks distressed yet still so handsome.

You sigh, unlocking the door making your handsome blonde light up, you swing the door open and try your best not to show any emotion to the display in front of you.

"hey babygirl, can we talk?" The deep voiced blonde asks weary of what you might say, he'd done something bad.. something that he probably cant come back from, but he'll damn sure try.

"what... Katsuki." You say with a shaky voice it had been very obvious you've been crying all day, considering the event that occured last night.

Your boyfriend had been cheating on you for 2 months with some white bitch, you weren't angry just..., nah, fuck that shit. you were fucking pissed. Absolutely furious, because he had let it slip that he'd been cheating on you for a lot longer than that, he'd just been cheating with THAT specific girl for 2 months. Which hurt your heart, because how could he?

There are so many strings attached to your heart and they all vibrate together and make such a beautiful song when katsukis around, he played you like a sweet violin, and you were the fool.

The lovesick fool who'd kept running back to him. After every fight, and every argument you came running back like a sad puppy with your tail stuck in-between your legs everytime.

Every.

Single..

Time...

But not this time, you were done being so in love with someone who just uses you as a warm body then leaves for the next bitch who offers him a little pussy.

You had a plan, one that would scar his bitch ass for life.

He walks into your apartment setting the gifts he came barring down on your bed, he walks towards you and offers you a slight sideways smile, opening his arms for a hug.

Your plan was set in motion, you knew he thought you'd come back, so you let him think you really were back with him, walking into his arms and wrapping your arms around his neck tight, just like he knew you would.

"it'll never happen again, baby, I promise."

But it did, and when it did, you welcomed him back with open arms, why? Because he knew you couldn't let go of him, you were so attached no matter how hard he fucked another bitch, or how mean he was to you, you let him come back to you, to hold you tight at night, he knew you were loyal, he knew you wouldn't hurt anyone.

He thought, you weren't capable of it. You were so good, yet why did he keep hurting you? A question he seems to find him asking himself far too often as he looks at you trying to zip your little Prada 2-piece.

He chuckled, as he came behind you to help you zip it up, kissing your cheek with a smile, which you returned.

The two of you and a couple of friends were going out to a club called 'le bón nuí ' it was French or something. a fun little club for every one to let loose at and enjoy themselves, get drunk, high, and let the night take them away.

About 4 months ago, you had all agreed and planned to go to the club for it's first opening night, it was going to be hella crowded and probably loud but you would all enjoy yourselves none the less.

Especially you, see you all had planned this before you found out about katsuki cheating on you, you had thought you cancelled but guess you hadn't, which is just your luck, you and katsuki are 'together' again, and you have a wild little plan up your sleeve, you're going to 'let the night take you away' as you hopefully make it into someone's bed by the end of the night, hell you wouldn't be angry if you'd gotten yourself roped into an orgie.

Once you both set off and met up with your friends, katsuki had instantly left you to take shots and get high with some of the guys, midoriya being one of them. Izuku sees your face as katsukis arm leaves you shoulder and you frown in anger.

"would you like to join us, y/n?" Midoriya offered with a polite smile, as he looked you up and down, devouring the sight bestowed upon him, you were gorgeous, your hair was done, your nails as well, your makeup looked so damn good. You were astonishing, and it took your boyfriend's best friend to let you know that to make you, for the first time in months, feel beautiful.

You looked at the green haired man as his smile was still present, his eyes finally landing back onto yours as he offers you a hand to take, people walked past you all as katsuki looks at the two of you, something making his gut wrench.

He walked back over to you, arm wrapping itself around your shoulder, as he sniffs and grabs izukus attention.

"nah, she doesn't do this kind of stuff."

He speaks for you, you push him off with a groan, walking backward towards izuku scoffing at the blonde, katsuki looks at you with a rather confused expression.

"I don't need you speaking for me, katsuki. I'm perfectly capable of making my own decisions thank you. Yes izuku, I will be joining you."

You turn to deku, making sure every word that leaves your perfectly glossed lips has meaning, as you grab on your boyfriends friends' arm.

Izuku looks at katsuki then back to you as he shrugged with a smile and walked inside.

god, you'd wished you'd known izuku was such a trouble maker, the way he had his hands on you was intoxicating to say the least. You all had already taken shots and gotten high on shrooms, katsuki really knew you better than anyone, so when he said you wouldn't want to do this he was right, you hadn't wanted drugs to touch an inch of your body, getting drunk was cool, but getting high on random drugs? You were thankful that it was just shrooms, you had preferred something locally grown than something that were man-made.

You were blissed out, dancing to loud music swaying your hips and grinding back into the green haired foe who held your body with grace, the way you two glided together was hot, the two of you were sweaty, and heavily under the influence, you felt too good to care about anyone or anything.

Izukus hands gripped your hips painfully hard, making you grind back into his pelvis as he rubbed his hips up into you, dancing and swaying to the loud beat of the music, your hands moved back tangling into his hair as his head went to your ear, whispering, his hot breath fanned your cheek and ear.

"wanna get out of here?"

You instantly agreed, turning around to fully face him, your widened eyes staring up at him then moving down to his lips, looking at his pink tinted lips caused you to bite yours, fuck how you wanted his luscious lips on yours.

He smirked, instantly getting 'fuck me' vibes from you. You wanted him and boy did you want him bad, he seen this and hell he'd even go as far to say he wanted you too, he wasn't even all that under the influence either, he was fully aware of what was going on around him, all he did was take a shot or two. He didn't bother taking any shrooms because he knew they made you let your guard down and had you in a rather vulnerable state.

He moved his face closer to yours, scooting in intensely, your noses touched and rubbed against each other as he put one hand in the back of your neck, pulling you into him and capturing your lips.

It felt so right, you didn't push him away or show any sign of discomfort, you in fact pulled him closer to you, making him groan in the kiss as he slid one of his hands down your ass, grabbing it roughly causing you to moan deeply, the kiss began to fill with more heat, passion if one would, the way he opened his mouth, trying to initiate something, his tongue swiping against your bottom lip, you open your mouth and let his tongue explore and take over you completely, he pulled you more into the kiss deepening it with every grind of your bodies.

The kiss became sloppy, and desperate, you both needed each other, and izuku would be damned if anyone stopped him from getting him some tonight. You pulled away to catch some air, your tongues that were once gliding against each other, swapping your spit with ease, disconnecting as you huff and breath in to regain your composure. A string of saliva connecting your lips and tongue.

He looked down at you thinking fuck, he's really gonna break you tonight.

You looked up at him longingly, you needed him badly, there was a warmth pooling in between your legs and it started to get rather uncomfortable. You pulled at his shoulders and whimpered, signaling what he already knew, you wanted more of him.

He smiled before leading you out of the building, no one has seen you two leave, too busy making their own terrible mistakes.

Izuku had taken you back to his place, the two of you stumbling over each others every move, hardly even making it through the door without touching and caressing one another, your second heated make out for the night containing far too much sexual tension as he manhandled you breaking the kiss and throwing you to the ground.

You were breathless, your heart pounding, racing out of your chest, as he took his shoes off and threw his jacket to the side he got on the floor with you crawling, making his way towards you in the sexiest way possible, he looked at you deep in the eyes, holding heavy eye contact while making every little move, wanting this to be indented in your mind forever.

He opened your legs causing a breathy sigh to leave your bitten lips, he puts one of his legs in between your thighs giving you something to grind on and gain stimulation from as he attacked your neck, sucking rough, and heavily bruised and pigmented hickeys into your sweet smelling skin.

He lightly nipped at the skin making you jump from the sudden bite coming to your sensitive flesh, you were already drunk but from the light pleasure he was ailing to you, you felt even more drunk off of it, feeling such an intoxicating tinge from the way his breath fanned the crook of your neck, his hot breath making you squirm.

Your eyes slightly rolled back as he repositioned you both, him now sitting whilst you were above him straddling his lap, he looked up at you with such needy yet glazed eyes, he was so horny for you and you hadn't even realized it, too blinded by your own pleasure you hadn't even thought about his.

You were always so giving you felt bad that he'd been giving you such amazing feels, yet he hadn't gotten anything in return. You were determined to make sure he felt good. You got off of his lap making him confused, had you not wanted to continue? Was it because of him? Had he done something wrong?

No, you just wanted to suck his cock. This took him by surprise. Your bold actions, the way you yanked his pants off, him lifting up so you can successfully get them out of the way, and pulled his boxers down over his cock so you could see the full girth, gosh was it pretty, the tip leaking with precum, his engorged cockhead bobbing as the pre dripped down his length, and the way his cock twitched from the way you looked at it like you were starved. You in fact were, you hadn't enjoyed sex with katsuki in a really long time, and how could you? He had slept with a variety of other bitches?

But you didn't want to think about that or anything else except for how you were going to get his thick cock all the way down your throat. You stroked his cocked slowly thinking hard about how you're going to manage getting his thick slightly veined cock down your throat in one swift move, gulping at how appetizing it looked.

Izuku groaned, hips bucking into your hand, a squelching noise already starting to be heard due to the way he jerked his hips up into you while his cock proceeded to leak thick globs of precum. You bit your lips, the noise fogging up your brain and the noises that were leaving his lips didn't help either, you were so wet it was highly discomforting, you shift your position to try to get the comfort you wish you had, but how could you begin to care about anything when you had katsukis best friends dick twitching in your hand. This was the ultimate revenge and honestly, you didn't care if izuku was angry with you for you using him for your revenge plan.

A smirk painted itself onto your face as you stopped thinking about everything and shoved his cock down your throat in one go, gagging yet still bobbing your head up and down his length in a repeated motion, deep throating him and trying not to choke on his cock with such a fast pace that had izuku losing his mind drowning in the immense pleasure you were giving him.

He was groaning in pleasure, throwing his head back and rolling his eyes into the back of his skull, he'd been given top before yeah sure, by his girlfriend, but she was pretty vanilla, she never wanted to try new things or explore out of their comfort zones, uraraka really was a stick in the mud. Hell a prude he'd say, but you, god, you knew how to suck dick like your slutty little life depended on it.

"sh.. shit y/n, you.. fuck. You really know how to suck dick huh, pretty girl? That slutty, ngh..~ mouth of yours.."

He moaned and groaned in between his words, his hand finding and settling themselves into your hair, pushing your head down on his cock. He threw his head back and a loud moan left his throat as he felt the tip of his cock manage to reach the back of your throat, you swallowed and gagged around him, spit spilling out from the corner of your mouth and dribbling down his cock and your chin, god this was such a messy display and he loved it.

It was beginning to be too much for you you didn't want to throw up on his dick. That'd be humiliating, so you moved back spit falling onto the floor in between his thighs as you caught your breath and regain your composure, trying to breathe in as much air as quick as possible so you can go back down in him, you stroked his cock, taking in a couple more breaths before trying to go back down on his cock before being stopped by him as he began pulling on your hair signaling for you to hault.

You wiped your mouth and chin off with the back of your arm confused, had you done something wrong? Did he not want to continue? Were you just not enough to fully get him off??

Nah, he just didn't wanna finish too quickly, or in general for that matter, as much as he'd love to cum all over your face and tongue, he wanted to finish inside. Fill you to the brim with his thick seed.

He pulled both of your clothes off pulling you into his lap once more, lining his cock up with your entrance, you were already wet and his cock had tons of spit and precum laced around it there was no way he wouldn't be able to slide it in with ease, except for you know the stretch, but you weren't a virgin, that should be easy! Boy was he wrong.

He tried to force his cock inside fully, only managing to get half of it in before you winced and groaned in pain hitting his chest for him to stop, he felt so good though, your velvet like walls gripping his cock so tightly. However, he was a gentleman and respected you and your comfort, so he stopped, eyes squeezing shut, trying to coax himself into not letting his hips buck up into you.

"I.. I need a moment.'

"god damn y/n, you're... shit- so. fuck..~ fucking tight."

You breathed slowly trying to calm down and take him in entirely, once you sat down on his thick cock completely you felt him twitch inside of you, it felt kind of nice, the stretch had started feeling rather good. You both moaned in union, voices going so well together, your higher pitched moans and his just as pitchy ones sounding like a heavenly song.

His cock just wouldn't stop twitching inside of you, your walk convulsing around his cock squeezing and milking him for all he's worth. He tried to regain his strength to hold out while you weren't moving but just his luck, you started bouncing on his cock making him moan in a high pitched tone, ending it with a whimper as he begged you to stop.

"sHIT! S-Stop! Stop stop stop stop!..."

He chanted to you making you instantly stop and nearly hop off of him, but he held onto your hips tight making sure you couldn't move at all, his strength bruising you and arousing you even more, shit the things he could do to you, the things you'd let him do to you.

You let him catch a breather assuring he wasn't gonna blow his load far too quickly, he sighed before giving you a reassuring nod that he was ready and with that, you slowly began to bounce on his cock, making him lean his head against the couch for leverage, he was beginning to get light headed from your soft movements. The pleasure getting to his head and putting him in such a dazed state, the plopping and slapping sounds of his pelvis meeting your ass making such a lewd noises it had you both going feral, so much so that he began thrusting his hips up into you almost throwing you off balance. The rhythm became uncoordinated, but sooner or later you had gotten the hang of it,

The room was filled with, hot breathy moans leaving the both of you, your lips gliding against each other as he shoved his tongue down your throat to quiet his whimpers, he whimpered and whined a lot normally however, he didn't wanna appear lame to you due to his incapability to keep his high pitched squeals and moans in. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders ,your hands pulling the hair at the back of his neck making him squeak, he had felt slightly embarrassed but little did he know you enjoyed it, it made you feel powerful having a man moan and writhe underneath you.

You pulled away from the heated spit filled kiss as you looked at him dead in his eyes, making him whimper lowly grunting as he rolls his eyes before they land back into yours, you were a moaning mess, you felt that coil inside you begin to turn in the right way, you were so close.

"cum with me.." you said lowly, boy that really got him going, moaning in such a desperate manner as he threw his head back, eyes rolling as he grunted and jerked his hips up into you a couple more times before spilling his kids into your guts.

You came as you felt the burning hot liquid enter you and spread inside of you sweetly. You both sighed together as your limp, tired, and sweaty bodies lied motionlessly against each others, you both just breathing heavily against each other's naked bodies.

When he opened his eyes to look down at you and check on you, you had passed out on his chest, lightly snoring and drooling, he chuckled softly before rubbing his hand over your head, scrolling through his phone, an evil smirk appeared on his face as he looked at his phone mischievously, a video beginning to play.

It was of you, bouncing up and down on his cock moaning and begging him to cum inside of you, his hand on your back rubbing up and down as he stared directly into the camera with an evil glint in his eyes and a just as evil shit eating grin.

Izuku had planned to show this to katsuki, you hadn't even noticed you were just a pawn in izukus thought out game. He was going to be nice to you, butter you up, get you drunk enough to want him, he was going to fuck you, and make you cum around his cock, as he came inside of you filling you up with his seed.

The smirk on izukus face growing wider as he pushed you onto the floor gently, laying your head back against the couch as he starts recording again, spreading your folds to see his thick, white cum spill out of your sensitive still twitching cunt.

"would you look at that...," izuku sighs as he shows the way you leak a large amount of his cum mixed with your very own, a low moan leaving your mouth, making him snicker lowly and angle the camera up to your sleeping face.

"she came so hard around my cock, kacchan. I see why you're with her now, she gives great head too."

He tells the camera, before ending the video laughing lowly as he wrapped a blanket around you before getting in the shower.

Izukus intentions with you really were pure at the beginning, he was never intending to hurt you, just fuck you, if you have hard feelings by the end of it all, then oh well, so be it. it's not his fault your backstabbing, man whorish boyfriend slept with his girlfriend who then proceeded to lie to him about it when he came to her with his speculations.

He had found out by walking in on them, well not fully. He had came into her dorm, he had wanted to apologize to ochaco for even suspecting such a thing! But when he cracked the door quietly peeking in to assure she wasn't there, he'd seen her on her hands and knees being plowed by a very handsy bakugou katsuki. It made him soo furious, but izuku was a rather patient man, he'd wait for the time he'd be able to strike them both down, he wants them to hurt the way they hurt him, and what's better than fucking his best friends girlfriend, and his girlfriends friend?

He washed his hair still smiling to himself, thinking of what he should say when he finally sends them the video.

He sighs, thinking about you, poor poor dumb, naive, forgiving you. You had ran back to bakugou every time you both gotten into a fight or argument or had "broken up", he really was playing you like the world's saddest violin.

He felt bad for you, really, he did. He wanted to show you what it's like to be with a real, man. And that he did, and he'll continue to show you, whether you end up in a relationship or not, you deserved better and he'll treat you with the love and respect you deserve.

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AN; love me some dom zuzu, but even despite domming he whimpers like a slut, he js can't help himself lolz🎗️

I'm thinking of making a pt 2 (how surprising 💀) with ochaco and bakugou seeing the video and being pissed, like bakugou n zuzu Fighting you n ochaco, love me a lil cat fight🤭 anyways babes lemme know if that's what you all want.

[mydearlybeloathed]

𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ⁴

𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐲…

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: on the night of your promotion, you ruminate on just how far you've come, and make the harrowing realization that you've gone too far down this road. with only whispers as a guide, the deserter sets out to find the strawhat, finally done running from your problems.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: opla!luffy x gn!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 9.7k (wow)

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: use of Y/N, gn reader, mentioned death of a mother, the crisis climaxes, alcohol like once i think, the happy ending :)

𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬: the night we met, your hands are cold

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The party—gala, more like—was in full swing. Violins swelled and a piano forted, and somewhere out of your sight was a woman singing opera. The music would have been lovely had you been anywhere else, but here you are.

At a Marine Gala of all places. You heaved a heavy sigh, sipping at your champagne as you forced a smile, pushing back your shoulders. 

The heavy gaze of your father rested on you from across the ballroom, worry lining his face at the thought that you might do something to disgrace your family name. That thought had never been more tempting, but you were nothing if not calm and collected. 

So you busied yourself with being a wallflower, dwelling in the itchy fabric of your outfit. It was nice, you gave it that, a rich blue color you might have picked for yourself if you had the option, which you hadn’t. Your father chose this outfit, like he made most of your decisions these days. 

He didn’t think Koby was a good influence? He had you transferred to another ship. He didn’t think you were ready for that promotion? He told your superiors just that. You hated him. You wanted to end him. You smiled at him from across the room as he raised a glass in your direction, speaking to Vice Admiral Garp in a low tone.

You downed your glass and wiped your chin, resting your eyes for a moment. Your father had risen to the rank of commodore recently, which had been a major boost to his ego. You’d been feeling the brunt of it for weeks. But maybe, things were about to change. This party was for you, after all.

The partygoers grew sparse for a moment, and as if light were shining down in a heavenly glow, there was Koby, his eyes scanning the room as he rose on his tiptoes. A wide smile split onto your face, and not even Helmeppo bobbing up behind Koby could sway it.

Uncaring of your father or proper etiquette anymore, you waved wildly and called, “Koby!”

A few strangers cast you dark looks as Koby’s bright eyes found yours. He all but raced in your direction, speed walking across the floor to maintain some level of poise. He nearly hugged you, nearly spun you around he was so happy, but settled on taking your hand and shaking it firmly.

You returned the gesture with a roll of your eyes. “Pleasure to see you, Captain Koby.”

“The pleasures all mine, for certain,” he answered, barely able to keep the mirth out of his tone and eyes. 

Helmeppo caught up to his friend, looking from you to Koby before doing a double take. A little grin slid onto his lips. “Oh, Commander.”

You nearly replied when Koby swatted his arm and gestured to the medal pinned over your heart. “Captain, remember? We’re at their promotion gala.”

“It’s not just my gala,” you said, shuffling your feet. “There’s others promoted too… And don’t call me Captain.”

Koby’s eyes darkened slightly, his gaze flickering all over your face. He was disappointed to find that even more light had left your eyes since last he saw you. This world was draining you of everything beautiful about you, and he feared the day the proud yet haunted cadet he’d met swabbing the decks all those years ago would be gone for good.

“Helmeppo,” Koby said distantly. “Can you get me a glass of wine?”

Instantly the boy perked up and clapped a hand on his friend's shoulder, muttering something as he went off in search of a drink. You watched him go, tired eyes fluttering, and as soon as Helmeppo was out of sight Koby set a hand on your shoulder and began to usher you deeper into the crowds of people, well out of your father’s line of sight. “Koby—?”

“You look miserable,” he drawled, squeezing your shoulder. “C’mon. Let’s get outta here.”

“I…” You thought of several reasons why, like the consequences if your father found out, or maybe being mugged on the streets, before you grew sick and tired of this awful anxiety you’d been dealing with for years. 

Letting out a determined huff, you nodded, allowing a smile to show. “Okay.”

જ⁀➴

A laugh ripped out of you at some awful joke Koby made as you walked through the night chill, heart light and shoulders relieved of that weary weight usually stacked on them. Koby bumped your shoulder. “You feelin’ better?”

You nodded despite yourself. “Yeah. A bit.”

The truth was, you never were better. You’d perfected the art of going numb, ignoring the ache of regret always looming in the back of your mind. But then, just some months ago, you’d seen stupid Red Hair Shanks, and he planted all these thoughts in your head. Just like he planted them in Luffy’s.

Your steps faltered, face falling, and you came to a halt to turn out to the sea on your left. The boardwalk of the city dropped off into deep blue waters splashing up against it. You shivered, wrapping your arms around yourself as Koby noticed you’d stopped.

He slowly inched up beside you, following you gaze. “What is it?”

You fiddled with the medal pinned to your clothes, a symbol of your new position among the Marines. “Do you think I’m a good person?”

The question caught him off guard. “Uhm, yes? I mean, of course I do.” He ducked to catch your gaze, growing increasingly worried when you simply closed your eyes. “What’s wrong?”

You hung your head and chewed at your bottom lip. “I… I’m tired, Koby.”

The bags under your eyes were evident, and so Koby nodded. “We can head back to base. I’ll tell your dad you’re sick—”

“Not just physically,” you choked out. Eyes pressed shut, you hissed out a sigh. “Mentally. I’m so tired of—of this.” You gripped your medal and ripped it off your chest, tearing a hole in your outfit. “I didn’t think I’d get this far. Now, I’m a captain. As a captain, I’m in charge of so many more people. So many more people will see me as this—awful thing that I’ve become.”

“Woah, hey.” Koby reached to take the medal from your vice grip, but you weren’t done, jerking away from him and looking right at him, eyes ablaze with years and years of thoughts better left unsaid.

“You know I never wanted this,” you nearly whispered. Your hands shook around the cold metal. “Koby… what if I can’t get out?”

For the longest time, all he did was stare at you, eyes slightly wide, and you feared you’d crossed a line. Regret pooled in your eyes as tears swelled at the corners. You half wished to return to the party, allow your father to berate you for disappearing, and continue a horrid night with your only friend angry with you.

Koby turned suddenly, expression unchanging, and trudged down the boardwalk, toward a row of buildings overlooking the sea. Hesitant, you followed, running your thumb over the back of your medal.

His pace slowed to allow you to catch up and walk beside him, your eyes stuck to the ground as you let him lead you blindly into the light of a hanging street lamp. You glanced up, gut going cold as you met eyes with Monkey D. Luffy.

You’d seen his wanted poster so many times you’d found every little detail you could, yet you still jumped out of your skin every time. 

Instantly, a burn welled up in your chest, fists tight at your sides. “Why…”

“You love him, right?” Koby asked.

Dazedly, you scoffed, lost in the poster. “What kind of question is that?”

“He feels the same,” said Koby, watching you gaze at Luffy’s picture like one might gaze upon a magnificent fresco. 

“You think so?” you wondered.

“I know so,” he replied with certainty.

Swallowing your tears, your eyes wandered around the wall in front of you, scanning over the several other wanted posters pinned up. Luffy’s crewmates took up much of the space, each looking so brave and fierce. Even Shanks’ poster was there, though slightly faded. 

Luffy. Shanks. Even Koby. They all had something in common: that brave fire you’d always been too fearful to ignite. 

Your fists started to shake. If courage was a fire, then you were a pile of wet logs, desperate for some kindling. Eyes flickering back to Luffy’s wide smile, plastered up on this wall, illuminated by lamplight, you forced down the taut coil in your gut, and exhaled. 

As your eyes fell closed, every crashing wave and calling bird fell silent. You barely even heard yourself breathe. Love. You loved him. You craved to see him. A thought hit you so sharply, you didn’t believe it was your own: did you love him enough to do something reckless?

The tether tight on your soul quivered, sending shockwaves across the sea and right to the heart of a boy made of laughter. His laugh grew brighter till you swore he was right beside you, but as you opened your eyes, there was only Koby, staring at you with some concern.

“Y/N?” he spoke tentatively, causing you to force down a thick swallow.

Breathing uneven, you blinked widely at him. Yes, you answered the question. Go, it replied. “I can’t stay,” you said so quietly Koby almost didn't catch it.

But he knew. He understood. Koby reached for your hand, taking the shiny Captain’s medal from your enclosed fist, and glanced out at the ocean. When he placed the medal back in your hand, you moved instantly, rushing at the water and hurling the medal far into its arms. The splash was too far away to hear, but you felt the medal sink into the depths as another of the binds tying you down snapped.

Your blood rushed in your ears, that same exhilaration from when you’d chased down Shanks some months ago. This time though—you heaved a hefty breath, shock written all over your face—this time you were taking the first chance you got.

A laugh was dragged out of you as you raked your hands through your hair, finding Koby behind you when you whirled around. “Shit… my dad’s gonna kill me.”

Yet, the thought didn’t hold much power when you considered that Luffy used to promise he would take you far, far away from that man. Maybe… maybe you could take yourself away. To Luffy. Hopefully, he would recognize you after all this time.

And when you raisec your gaze to Koby, he was smiling, eyes squinted as he reached to grab your shoulders and tug you into him. Your arms wrapped tight around his middle, and he hugged you all the more tighter, his hand finding the back of your head. “I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you more,” you murmured, dragging a watery chuckle from him.

“It’s not a competition.”

Jerking back, you scrutinized his face, swearing you would never forget him as long as you lived. Perhaps you’d see him again some day, long down the road, when he’s some big shot marine and you’re—well, you’re a pirate.

It had always been Luffy’s dream, his calling. For the longest time you had no clue if you had a dream of your own; you had one now. I’ll be brave, and Luffy will be proud. I’ll be proud. You wanted so dearly to be proud of yourself for once.

“Here.” Koby shoved a pouch of money into your hand. “Take this. Ask around for a way off the island. Y’should ditch the fancy clothes too.”

Nodding, you glanced down at your attire, deciding you’d snatch something off a clothes line and leave some beri on a windowsill. “What about you? You know my dad will suspect something.”

Koby simply shrugged it off, sporting a grin. “I’ve been with Helmeppo all night. No idea where you ran off to all of a sudden.”

Suddenly out of breath, you flattened your shaky hands against your sides, beaming up at him. This is it. My second chance. So many years of wishing and hiding had led you here. No more running, you decided. 

“Tell him I said hi,” Koby murmured. He turned to look back down the street, where far off out of sight the marine gala went on through the night, unaware a deserter was gathering their nerve. “Go now. Get off the island before sunrise.”

You nodded, and despite the cold chill running all over your skin, you shoved out your hand to shake Koby’s, chin quivering. “Goodbye, Captain.”

His smile faltered, his eyes glassy as he shook your hand firmly. “See you, Y/N.”

The moment he retracted his hand you set one foot in front of the other, holding your breath as your fists closed around your pant legs. You didn’t dare to look back even once all the way through the city. Finding clothes wasn’t too much of an issue; you found a clothesline running between two buildings fairly easy, swiping what looked like a mens shirt and a pair of work pants. You snabbed a hat for good measure, and left a handful of beri in your wake.

Down to the docks you rushed, setting eyes on a quartet loading crates onto a small ship nearly the twin of the one Luffy had left Dawn Village on. You were gone before the sun ever rose above the horizon, and Koby was none the wiser as to where you had gone, and he told your livid father just that, all while Helmeppo swore up and down they lost track of you at some point during the night.

Free of your uniform, free of your title, free of your father���free of it all, you stood on the deck of that little ship, doing what you could to help, your smile unrelenting against the wind whipping against your face. 

“What’re you smiling about?” asked the young son of the merchant who owned the ship.

You gave him some stupid answer about the sunrise being pretty, which it was, but you didn’t feel like explaining the euphoria you never thought you’d ever get to feel firsthand. 

Luffy once tried to explain the feeling the sea gave, how he got so thrilled by the adventure being a pirate would bring. You never understood, simply nodding along to whatever he said, because he looked pretty when he smiled like that. 

But you could feel it now. Deep in your chest danced a mix of nausea and excitement and dread all at once, but none of that mattered when the salt spray made your hair damp. You understood him now, and you couldn’t wait to tell him so. 

You only had to find him now.

જ⁀➴

Luffy had been thinking for a while now, and it had his friends a bit worried.

Thinking about food, and the one piece, and the usual things he thought about—but mostly you. He’d been wondering a lot about when he’d find you again, and if he’d ever have the chance to get you back. So much time had passed, his grand adventure getting in the way of tracking you down, if he even could.

And sometimes, on odd days, he also wondered—what if you didn’t want to come home? That question was daunting, leaving him in a daze for a whole evening. It couldn’t be true. How could you ever want to stay there, wherever you were?

Surely, surely, you wanted to find him as much as he wanted to find you. Luffy longed to stand beside you as the sun longed to stand aside the moon. He ached to hold you close and never let you go, like he should have all that time ago. 

Luffy knew you—probably better than you knew yourself. You’d done something heroic that day on the beach, dragging his grandpa down with you. But maybe… maybe if he’d done a better job at chasing away your fears, then you’d be with him now.

He hardly noticed when Robin sat beside him at the kitchen table, only blinking awake from his reverie when her shoulder pressed against his. “Luffy?”

He grinned. “What’s up?”

She shrugged. “Nothing. Just bored.” Her eyes found the sheet of paper lying before her captain, specifically the crudely drawn picture scrawled across it. “Uhm… what’s that supposed to be?”

Luffy’s eyes brightened and a smile split onto his face. “Oh!” He shoved the drawing in Robin’s direction. “Ya like it?”

Nodding, Robin wagered he’d drawn something between a stork and a windmill. “Mhmm. I like the… dynamics. What is it exactly?”

Nami walked by, mumbling reminders for the day under her breath, and she turned to smile at the pair, catching sight of the drawing. “That’s a nice drawing of Y/N, Luffy.”

“Thanks!” he beamed at her. 

Robin watched a giggling Nami leave, slowly returning his gaze to Luffy. “Who’s Y/N?”

As if he needed a reminder of why he’d been upset. Luffy’s face threatened to fall before he pulled himself together and smirked. “A marine. A special marine.” His eyes settled on the drawing. “My marine.”

No further explanation provided itself, but Robin almost didn’t need one; the way Luffy’s entire being softened at the name revealed just enough. All afternoon she inquired about this marine, hearing stories from Luffy’s past that all included the missing person.

“Where are they now?” she asked when he was done, and he tilted his head. “The marine. Where are they?”

“Oh, I dunno,” Luffy shrugged as he added a few more details to his drawing. “That’s the problem, I guess.”

Robin poked his shoulder. “You don’t have a lead?”

Luffy shrugged. “Nope. Just that they’re with the marines. I always figured they’d give me a sign when they’re ready to be found.”

Though she hardly understood that logic, Robin nodded as she set a hand on his shoulder and took her leave. Luffy examined his drawing, letting out a near-depressing sigh, and wished beyond wishing that you’d send him a sign soon.

The truth of the matter was, Luffy had tried to track you down. He’d interrogated each marine he came across, getting tidbits of information about the notoriously cold Commander Y/N. But whenever he thought he’d come this close, you slipped through his fingers, always a few steps out of reach. Like you didn’t want him to catch you.

Let me find you, he begged, and the very last of the tether tying you to land broke in two, throwing you head first into the life the sea had raged for you. Haha! 

Luffy jerked around, swearing he’d heard… something. But he was all alone, everyone off to their own devices. He shook out his shoulders, but nothing could rid him of the goosebumps.

જ⁀➴

You’d been somewhat well-known within the marines, but as a deserter? You were something of a celebrity. 

Sure, hiding your face everywhere you went was tasking, but at least you looked nice in your wanted poster. You liked to think Koby had chosen the picture used, doing you yet another favor even as you ran for your life.

And your poster didn’t go unnoticed by any means. Nobles who’d crossed your path, fellow marines you hadn’t seen in years, they all gasped at the sight of your poster being added to their roster. A few in particular were rather noteworthy…

Nia, far too sweet for such a world (one wonders why she’s a marine), stood frozen for five whole minutes when she saw it, not sure whether to be horrified or giddy you’d finally done something about the forlorn look in your eyes. She balled up her fists, and wondered what freedom tasted like.

Vice Admiral Garp himself laughed so hard he nearly fell off his desk chair, startling the poor cadet instructed to take the poster to him. He swiped up the paper and wiped at a tear, positively thrilled. “Finally! The coward’s grown up!”

Red Hair Shanks, so tipsy he nearly missed it, before Beckman gripped his shoulder and smiled so big his cigarette nearly fell from his teeth. Shanks ripped the poster off the wall, admiring the number on your head. “Well I’ll be… They did it.”

And Monkey D. Luffy, wandering a port town with Nami’s hand on his shoulder to keep him from running off. Unsuspecting Luffy, griping that he didn’t need an escort. 

Nami tightened her hold, steering him through the crowd of shoppers. “Listen, this is supposed to be a quick supply run. I can’t take any chances.”

“Nami,” he drawled, rolling his eyes. “You’re hurtin’ me! Let go. I promise I won’t get distracted.”

She shot him a skeptical glare, assessed his innocent smile, and scoffed. “Fine. But I swear—”

She released him, leading the way to a bread stall. His eyes roamed over the busy market place, the scent of fresh flowers mixing with grilled foods. Some little kids played a game with a ball in an alley they passed, and two seagulls fought over scraps on the corner. A normal little town, full of life by the look of it.

“Oof!” Luffy ran right into Nami’s back, stumbling as he righted himself. He cast her a glower, huffing, “Now who’s sidetracked. This is a quick supply run, Nami—”

“Shut up,” she snapped, lips parted and she sightlessly reached for his shirt and started to drag him along once again. He huffed and puffed until Nami stopped again, this time in front of a long wall lined with poster upon poster of wanted criminals. 

She snapped in his face, silencing his complaints. Nami wasn’t sure what to say, unsure if she’s right, yet somehow confident she’s not wrong. So she simply grabbed his face and turned it toward one poster in particular; the picture was of a person around their age, standing rigid and proud in a marine get-up. Their lips were pulled into a tight grin, but their eyes were dead and blank.

“Is that…?” Nami trailed off, watching with bated breath as Luffy reached to take it down, the corners tearing from the tacks used to pin it up.

Luffy held the poster like it was glass, eyes flickering all over, checking for inconsistencies. He found none, bringing the poster closer to his face, a soft chuckle slipping past his lips.

Former Captain Y/N L/N. Wanted dead or alive for ten million beri.

He hardly believed his eyes. His sign. You’re ready.

The whole town heard his victory shout, rattling windchimes and alerting everyone around that, “THEY DID IT! They’re free!” He whirled on Nami and shook your poster in her direction. “Nami, we have to find them! How do we find them?”

“Not sure,” she said, unable to help the grin on her face. “But we will.”

Now it was Luffy doing the dragging and Nami doing the whining, all the way back to the ship, and the whole crew was witness to the blinding smile spread on their captain’s face as he brandished your wanted poster to them. 

What would he do? What would he say? Luffy figured he would apologize first—for what, he didn’t really know, he just felt like he should—and then he’d yell at you for feeling like you had to stay, before attacking you in a hug sure to drag you to the ground.

And then he’d kiss you, probably, definitely. You were long overdue for one of those.

He just had to find you first. 

Sanji and Zoro stood leaning on the banister around the ship’s helm, watching as Luffy rattled on about how you’d love Robin’s library, when the cook turned to the swordsman, taking out his cigarette to speak. 

“So we’re bounty hunting Luffy’s lost marine?” Sanji mused with a half grin, drawing a smirk from Zoro.

He cast Sanji a look and shrugged. The cook laughed wryly and stubbed his smoke on the banister. “This should be fun.”

જ⁀➴

Within a week the rumors had spread like wildfire across the sea: ex-marine Y/N L/N was searching for Monkey D. Luffy. 

“Did you hear?” said a baker to his neighbor. “That marine deserter stole Yuri’s boat!”

“I thought they looked familiar!”

And some miles off, a widow whispered among her friends. “And as they were sailing off they shouted, ‘Tell Strawhat Luffy I’m after him!’ And off they were!”

Three islands later, the people of a lonely village began to whisper as Y/N the Deserter stepped off a little sloop. Your void expression, calloused hands, and narrowed gaze were intimidating enough, but what was more nerve-wracking was your silence.

As you did on every island before, you headed right for the closest bar, and without much pretense, you asked if Strawhat Luffy had been seen in the area. Usually, the answer was a nervous twitch followed by a thoughtful silence, and then, usually, a no. 

Receiving the expected answer once again, you gave a frustrated sigh and said no more, sitting solitary at the end of the bar, shooting glares at anyone who dared to look at you too long. Deep in your thoughts, you wondered if this was payback for hiding from Luffy for so long, always slipping through his fingers as he was yours now. 

All this happened five more times, three of which nearly gave you hope, but Luffy was always leaving as you were arriving, always just out of reach. Each time you left a village, you left with the same message: “If you see Monkey D. Luffy! Tell him I’m looking for him!” 

No one was quite sure if the Deserter Marine meant to kill the Strawhat, or meant some other kind of pirate business. Either way, your intentions were clear to those you crossed, so you can imagine one small island’s sudden excitement when shortly after your departure, in sailed Monkey D. Luffy and his crew.

The restlessly bored daughter of the mayor wasted no time in rushing up to the pirate captain and explaining in long-winded detail your declaration. Luffy started to laugh almost maniacally, grinning from ear to ear as he turned to shake Zoro by his stiff shoulders.

The rumors stretched even to the marines, tirelessly searching for their escaped soldier, primarily the group led by Captain Koby, who forced down a laugh when the information reached him.

“I’m sorry,” he told his superiors. “We’ve searched for months, and honestly, we’re exhausting our resources over a deserter. I think it’s time we give it a rest.”

Slowly, your wanted poster was overshadowed by those around it, and people stopped whispering about Y/N the Deserter, who traveled from island to island, village to village, entering a spectral and leaving a spectacle. 

You fought off bounty hunters and swindled food vendors, using all your money on information alone. A stolen sword on your hip and a suspicious maroon stain on the cuff of your sleeve, you looked more and more like a pirate by the hour. 

Months. And nothing. No sign of him. 

Nothing.

Till just now.

You weren't exactly sure if you were seeing right, squinting through the blazing sun as you slowly walked down the dock of the latest island. A ways away, pocketed away between two large vessels, was a caravel with a creative masthead; a lion, to be precise. That isn’t what stopped you in your tracks, though—emblazoned on the sail was a skull and crossbones, the typical jolly roger… accompanied by a Straw Hat.

So many days… you’d very nearly given up, the idea always at the back of your mind, wondering if all of this was foolish, if you’d made tragic mistake after tragic mistake and now you would never see your best friend and the love of your life ever again—yet here you stood, breathless, eyes locked on the ship you’d only ever dreamed of seeing. 

On tentative feet, you walked down the docks, weaving in and out of busy sailors to reach that ship. The sky was cloudy and dark, and it would probably rain later that day, and still you swore a beam of sunlight was shining down upon the vessel. The Thousand Sunny. 

“I’m gonna be sick,” you whispered, clutching at your gut as your skin got all clammy and cold and suffocating. “Oh, god.”

Hah! Was your mind playing tricks, or was he really so close you could hear his laughter just up on the deck of the ship. You barely realized when you stopped moving, only aware once your heart started thumping in your ears. 

Your fists tightened with resolve at your sides and you surged forward, forcing step after step till you reached the gangway of the ship. Blood rushing, hands shaking, heart racing, you set one foot on the beginning of the wooden ramp, eyes raising to where the gangway opened up to the deck. 

“Sanji! You changed the combination on the fridge again!”

Frozen in your tracks, you realized you’d forgotten what his voice sounded like. He sounded different now—older. Either way, you couldn’t move, listening closely as a man replied, “Yeah, I did. No clue how you cracked the first code.”

The scoff to follow was so clear you could picture the boy rolling his eyes perfectly. Your pulse thundered, drowning out every other noise, a chill passing through your blood once again. You could do this. You would do this. Luffy was right there.

“Hey.” You jerked back, wild eyes finding a man leering down at you, suspicion all over his face. One hand rested on the hilt of a sword, one of three. “What d’you want?”

Zoro’s brows met as he assessed the stranger staring blankly up at him, their jaw dropped as they searched for an answer. The stranger backed away like a frightened animal, cursed softly, and bolted deeper into the town. 

“Okay…” Zoro tilted his head, wondering why he had the feeling he’d seen them before… Oh. Oh. Zoro’s eyes widened and he misstepped, nearly falling overboard as he raked a hand through his hair. “Shit—Hey! Hey, wait!”

Nami rushed to the edge of the ship in an instant, book abandoned on her chair. In seconds she zeroed in on the figure ducking into the crowds, her breath catching. It couldn’t be. It was too perfect. “That’s…”

Zoro barked a laugh. “Yeah!”

Her jaw set and she whirled on him in a flash, brows met. “You let them go?!”

“What—” He sputtered a response as she punched his bicep. “I didn’t—”

“What’s going on?”

Nami and Zoro froze, heads whipping back to face their captain as he hopped down from the helm, a pair of deer in headlights. Luffy’s head was tilted, his hat snug on his head, looking as chipper as ever. Nami tried to speak, yet her throat had run dry, only a squeak escaping.

Zoro expelled a sigh as gravity of the situation fully set in. Years and years he’d been listening to Luffy rabble on about first first-mate, his best friend, the one he’d lost to the marines. The true story of how you were separated was muddled and confusing, for sometimes it was you who’d left and sometimes it was him. You’d been as strange and elusive as the One Piece itself until the day you’re wanted poster was found, and Zoro realized you were a real person and not just some fictitious story.

You meant as much to Luffy as his dreams, and to Zoro, that was something sacred. 

The words found him instantly, eyes locking with Luffy’s and voice laden with solemnity. “They’re here.”

Luffy’s face drained of color and Zoro nearly went to make sure he wouldn’t fall. “What?” he croaked.

“They’re here,” Nami gasped at last, a smile working its way up her face. Luffy turned his eyes to her, all wide and disbelieving. “We found them.”

The edges of Luffy’s lips quivered upward, gaze flickering between his friends. “I—I told you that innkeeper wasn’t lying!”

Nami rolled her eyes. “That’s what you’re focused on?”

Not even a beat went by when, “He did tell you so.”

“Yeah,” Luffy laughed. “You said we shouldn’t trust ‘em.”

She wasn’t in a fighting mood, not at a time like this, so she gritted her teeth and relented, “Fine, you told me so. Can we go? They ran off and who knows where they’ve gone.”

And just like that, Luffy snapped to attention, brows vaulted as his eyes darted to the crowded streets beyond the docks. “They ran away? Why?”

“Zoro probably scared them,” Nami grunted, swatting the broad shouldered man who huffed in reply. 

“Whatever!”

The crew was rallied in ten minutes, their ranks spreading through the city in a matter of moments. Really, it was only a matter of time before they found you, at least Luffy told himself that.

But he couldn’t get it out of his mind. Why did you run away?

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The only reason you stopped sprinting was the driver who shoved you aside to help his lady into her awaiting carriage. Otherwise, you might have run from one end of the island to the other, just to be safe.

Teetering on one foot then the other, you spat a curse and hunched over, clutching at the collar of your shirt as you hurried into the awning of an alley. You muttered over and over, hitting the heel of your palm to your head. Slumping against the wall, you mocked yourself, “Oh, Tell Monkey D. Luffy I’m looking for him! Did you really think you’d be able to face him? You’re so stupid!”

And now, his friend had seen you. You’d have to escape the city somehow, sail far away, and start anew. A new name would have to be decided. Hopefully Absolute Fucking Idiot the First wasn’t too common. 

Right after the foolishness was the shame—how could you come this far just to sprint as fast as you could from your him? The one you would travel every sea twice to find, if only you could find the nerve. 

Clawing at your arms, inhaling deep, you allowed yourself a moment of peace (it didn’t work). Dark spots crept up your vision, wide eyes blinking fast, a cold sweat forming. You needed to sit down, preferably not in a damp alleyway.

You found your way to a bar, a scene you’d grown familiar with over the years. Though your ears and eyes were peeled, you couldn’t help the sneaking feeling that man was going to find you. You assured yourself it was a stupid, that you were good at hiding, that you’d made an art of it—but what if?

What if something inside wanted Luffy’s friend to find you? To drag you back? To give you no choice but to see Luffy and know him again? On that thought, you lifted your gaze and ordered a glass of juice, because you’d rather have a clear head when that crewmate of his didn’t stop searching.

Sipping at your drink, you sat a while in thought, chin rested on your palm as you swirled the juice around with a straw, creating little whirlpools. You nearly fell asleep like that when the bell over the bar’s door jingled. You peeked out the corner of your eye, seeing a pretty woman gazing around, looking for someone.

Her long dark hair draped around her shoulders as she crossed her arms and sighed, defeated. You turned back around and drank the rest of your juice, ignoring how familiar that woman looked. It was probably nothing; probably just another pirate off one of the many wanted posters you’d been presented with. 

“You’re Y/N, right?”

Every muscle in your body stiffened, all breathe lost at the mention of your name. You whipped around to find the woman a few inches away from you, her eyes now intently locked on yours. 

You licked your lips as your panic swelled. A bounty hunter perhaps? “Who?”

“Y/N,” she repeated, undeterred. “The Deserter. Is that you?”

Leveling her with a glare, you stood and set a hand on your sword. “You’ve got the wrong person.”

Taking in her blank stare, you sidestepped and made to weave around her, heart racing once again, when she grabbed your tricep in a grip stronger than she looked capable of. You jerked away, but she only tightened her hand.

“Luffy’s looked for you a long time,” she whispered, shooting icicles donw your spine. “You mean a lot to him just to run off when he finally finds you.”

Slowly, you met her gaze, jaw slack as you heaved in deep breaths. “He… what?” You tried to get away, weaker this time. “Who are you?”

A grin slid easily onto her face, giving her an air of danger. “So it is you.” She extended a hand to you even as she kept you in place with her other. “Nico Robin. I’ve heard a lot about you, Captain.”

Instantly, every fiber of your being crawled, a sneer taking your face. “I’m not a captain.”

“Not anymore. Luffy was so excited when he found out.” Robin released you, grinning when you stood frozen in place. “Could we talk?”

You’re not sure how Robin got you sitting at a shadowed booth near the back of the bar, but there you were, sitting across form her as she stirred her drink. You felt stiff all over, hands folded in your lap. “Listen, I’ve been looking for him too.”

“We know,” Robin said after a sip. “We got your messages.”

Your skim warmed. “Right, uhm. I was headed for your boat—ship��Sunny…” You gaped, grasping at words that practically sprinted away from you. Were the walls closing in? Was the air getting thinner? You snatched at the first feasable sentence. “But I couldn’t...”

When you lifted your gaze, you’re not sure what you expected. Maybe for her to be angry, disappointed, amused even. But instead, she looked curious, her head tilted slightly, her eyes scanning your face. 

“Why?” she asked ever so simply.

You felt very small, looking anywhere but at Robin, fiddling with your thumbs. Deflect. Deflecting is good. “Is Luffy okay? Good, I mean. Is he good? I heard him. He sounded happy.” 

She didn’t answer. She only sat in silence, a brow raised. You cracked your neck from side to side, too awkward for comfort, desperate worries boiling up your throat and— 

“I think… I think, sometimes, he’s still better off without me.” Your leg bounced up and down. “Like, what if I see him, and I haven’t changed at all? I’ve always been a coward. What if that’s all I’ll ever be?”

Robin watched you very closely, her heart aching as a part of her regretted being so harsh with you before. She’d only been thinking of Luffy, but still. She leaned closer and set her arms on the table, trying to catch your flickering gaze. “Hey.” She held your stare firmly. “You deserted the marines. A coward wouldn’t do that.”

“But I ran away.”

“No,” she said with a shake of her head, offering a slight smile. “You’re here with me.”

Robin never swayed in her direct attention to you, and though her gaze burned into you, something about its blaze was warm. Your mother had always been a blur on the forefront of your mind, killed in action some years after your birth. The one memory you had of her was of a scolding, when her eyes burned into you just like this.

“He looked for me?” you asked, tapering off. 

Robin smiled. “Since he saw your poster a few months back. I suspect he’s been looking for clues even longer.”

“But… he’s gotten so… great. Everyone knows his name.”

“And yet…” Robin ensured she had your attention. “He never forgot yours.” She pushed aside her half-full glass and inched toward the end of the booth. “Why would he? To me, it seems like you’re the love of his life—maybe even above the sea.”

She left you dazed, not breathing nearly enough air, and you stammered as she stood to her feet. “Where are you going?”

“Back to the Sunny,” she shrugged, stretching. “Feel free to follow.”

You slipped to your feet as well. “You won’t make me?”

Now was when she looked amused. Robin’s lips quirked as she shook her head. “I can’t make you do anything. But, if you wanna prove you’re not a coward—”

She pivoted, hands in her pockets as she called over her shoulder, “—you know where to find him.”

And she was gone and quick as she appeared, out of the bar and down the street in a matter of seconds. Rattled, you leaned on the table and collected your wits from where they’d been scattered all over the ground. 

You could have been standing there for three minutes or three hours—you couldn’t tell—but when you finally shook yourself back to reality you swiftly paid and set out into the street. You shielded your eyes and looked toward the sun, catching it hiding just behind the tops of the buildings on either side of the street. 

A lot happened in those few moments of looking at the sun.

You were nine years old again, holding a training sword and having no idea what to do with it. Your father had shouted at you for not catching on quicker. Your mother’s grave was newly dug. You were only nine, yet expected to be so much more. You wanted—needed to be so much more.

A little boy watched on, wondering when you’d stop staring at the ground and notice him only a few feet away. After ten minutes, he grew bored and jumped off the log pile he’d been perched on. 

“What’re you doing?” he asked, startling you.

You blinked widely at him. “Practicing.”

He grinned crookedly. “For a staring contest?”

“To be a marine,” you said forcefully as you thrust the little sword out pathetically. “Father says I have to be the best.”

The boy plopped down on the grass in front of you, pulling at pieces of it and sprinkling them back down. “Yeah, my grandpa says the same. Too bad for him though.”

You examined him carefully, letting your sword drop to your side as you slowly knelt beside him. “Why too bad?”

A wicked grin crossed his face. “I’m not gonna be a marine.”

“What will you be?” you asked when he didn’t go on.

“I dunno. Happy, I guess.”

“Can marines not be happy?”

“Not the ones I’ve met.”

He had you there. You puffed up your cheeks, took a quick look around, and leaned in very close to whisper, “I don’t wanna be a marine either. But that’s a secret!”

The boy nodded quickly, his smile so bright you felt warm under its shine.

You wandered down the street, head in the clouds, as a ghost of that little boy dragged you along with him, your hand trapped in his. A smaller you was stumbling to keep up, your strides too short.

“C’mon! Shanks is back!”

“Wait! Luffy, you’re too fast!”

He always let you catch up. Always. You blinked and the little boy wore a straw hat now and had a scar on his cheek. He was terrifying you, slingshotting himself across a forest. He was holding your hand and scowling up at your father, slapped across the face a moment later. He was telling you about his dreams, and how in every one, there was you. 

“I’ll be captain of a mighty ship! And you’ll be my first mate, won’t you?”

And he was watching as you remained on shore, standing beside his livid grandfather, left to face the consequences on your own. Left behind of your own accord, feeling as if there was never any other choice.

“But there’s always a choice,” you whispered, and it hit you like a train; you’d been making all the wrong ones. 

The street fell to the background as you lifted your gaze from the ground, finding the docks right there in front of you. Somewhere, the Thousand Sunny rested on the water, her masthead peering out as if watching for you. All you had to do was step beyond the sidewalk and onto those wooden platforms.

Feet itching to step both forward and back, you held your breath as your muscles locked up. Your world dug in its heels yet the sun continued to set, ignoring your hesitance, growing tired of waiting on you. As your fingers dug into your pants, you willed time itself to stop, just to let you think this through a bit longer. 

You were denied.

“If you wanna prove you’re not a coward, you know where to find him.”

You expelled all your breath in an utterance: “I’m not a coward.”

Shaky legs carried you down the docks, past little sloops and grand vessels, around lumbering sailors and lanky merchants. The air chilled your bones as night grew closer, winds casting in from the sea. Salt air filled your lungs and pushed at your back, wrapping around you and shoving you forward still. 

You walked and walked till you hit the edge of a gangway, falling forward and landing on your palms with a yelp. Heaving a sigh, you glanced up, finding the top of the ramp you’d seen earlier. No burly swordsman stood at the top. No one stood in your way.

But could you get out of your own?

Jaw set, you shoved to your feet and stomped up to the deck, steps faltering when you finally made it. How… lackluster. You released your stiff shoulders as you cast a look around, finding no reason for alarm or vigilance. No armageddon or catastrophe. Only a peaceful ship deck, drifting upon calm waves.

Not a soul stood on deck. A bucket hinted that someone had mopped recently, and a book lay closed atop a beach chair. Somewhere below deck was a shouting, but you couldn’t make it out. Whatever horrible fate you’d expected to face was nowhere to be found.

You were here, and all was well.

A small sound came from behind you, and it sounded like your name. 

For once in your life you didn’t think before you whipped around, gut lurching. The boy was so close. He looked older, like you thought he would, but still very much the same. A new scar ran across his chest, revealed by the open shirt across his shoulders, but it was without a doubt Monkey D. Luffy.

His eyes pierced you, reality sinking in and crumbling you. After all the years and worries and waiting, he stood only a few feet away. The world didn’t break. The sky didn’t fall. You weren’t struck down by some mighty force of fate. Luffy didn’t look angry at all—in fact, he looked almost happy.

A small smile trembled on his lips, eyes so bright. “You came back.”

His name left your lips like a gasp as you stumbled for him on unsteady legs. You hadn’t even blinked and he was there, hands grabbing at your shoulders and running down your arms so delicately, as if you might turn to mist right then and there.

You reached for his hand and clutched it tightly, lacing together your fingers and marveling at how easily they fit—a pair unhindered by time. Your eyes flickered up from your interlocked hands to find his eyes. The softness of his features knocked the breath out of you.

You broke the bated moment, throwing your arms around him and pulling him close, your chin finding his shoulder. Luffy held you tightly with his eyes wide and his breathing heavy. 

“I’m sorry,” you gasped, ducking your chin to press your forehead to his collarbone. “I’m so—I won’t ever leave. Never. Please don’t—don’t—”

“I won’t,” Luffy murmured in your ear. His rubber arms extended to wrap around the two of you twice, for only once would never be enough. “I’m sorry.”

Just as tears began to break past your lash line Luffy took you by your arms and jerked you away from him, keeping you a breath away. “You never had to stay,” he practically hissed. “Why did you think you had to stay?”

He made it hard to think when he wiped the tears off your cheeks. All you could do was lean into his hands, stammering. “I just thought you’d be better—”

“No.” He shook his head. “No. No, why would you ever think that?”

You blinked, at a loss for an answer. “I dunno. I—I’m just fucked up like that. Self-destructive and… what-not…” 

Luffy didn’t let you lower your head even as your cheeks warmed his hands. His fingertips traced the apples of your cheeks, memorizing the feel of your skin. He leaned closer, catching your gaze with a reassuring smile and stroke of your face. “I won’t leave you if you won’t leave me. Ever.”

Slowly, you nodded, a burn rising in your neck. “Deal.”

He pulled you into an impossibly tighter embrace, one hand cradling the back of your head, the other around your back. You hooked your hands around his shoulders and breathed ever so gently as his hand settled on your back, soothing the tension wrought throughout your body.

You shivered, nails slightly clawing at him. Close was not close enough. “I missed you.”

“Me too… Worm.” And the moment was broken as the most unflattering laugh left you. You pushed him off with a scoff, grinning wide as his brows vaulted innocently.

“Shut up! I don’t even read anymore!”

The smile quickly slid off his face, replaced by a face so cutely quizical. “Why not?”

“I just…” You thought of how to phrase it. “I don’t have anything to read, and if I did, I still don’t have the time.”

Just a beat later he had you by the hand, determined as he started to tug you along with him. “I’ve got something to show you.”

You were dragged below deck before you could say a word, led swiftly through the dimply lit hallways. His snickers and beaming smile flooded your head and left you helpless to ask anything at all, following after him as best you could. You passed by an open door that presumably led to a kitchen, briefly spying a crew of people gathered around a table as you zipped on by.

Luffy stumbled to a stop right outside a closed door. Chest heaving, you rose a brow. Luffy grinned, squeezed your hand, and pushed inside. It was dark, voidish shapes scattered around. Luffy left your side, rushing to a lantern and igniting it, casting the room in a warm glow. Jaw falling slack, you spun around, gaze flickering this way and that.

“A library,” Luffy said needlessly, at your shoulder once again. “Like I promised.”

On every wall a floor to ceiling shelf was littered with books tall and wide and thin. Your hand brushed the many spines, the deep warm colors and soft leather and canvas covers running under your fingertips. You pinched yourself next, heart hammering in your chest as you swiveled around, blinking quickly. “Luffy…”

It was one thing to hear that he’d never forgotten… but it was a very different thing to be standing in the tangible proof that Luffy never stopped believing. 

It felt as if you were seeing him for the first time all over again, all doubts cast away and dashed out. He was the same Luffy, but he was stronger, mightier than the Luffy you’d known. More determined, if it was possible. As he stood there before you with a hope laden gaze, his dream felt real.

A shiver ran down your spine; Luffy would be the Pirate King, and by God, you’d be there to witness it. 

Your fear had gone somewhere you couldn’t find nor feel it, and though it left a gap in your chest, that gap was quickly being filled by a ten-fold love for this boy.

You took his hand and held it in both of yours, peering into his eyes all glassy-like. “Thank you. For not giving up.”

He grinned, asking, “Was there ever any doubt?”

You’d get into that later, perhaps with a therapist should you pass one on the seas. For now, you scoffed a laugh and pulled him closer, a hand reaching for the scruff on his neck and carding through it. He leaned into you, nose brushing yours, as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. 

You pursed your lips despite sighing at the soft touch. “You missed.”

“I did?” Luffy snickered as you rolled your eyes. He caught you off guard, darting in to kiss you slowly, drawing you in close. 

“Join my crew,” he asked—stated, more like—holding so much hope in his eyes that you had to stop just to admire him. You relished in the fact that he was right inf ront of you, reaching to trace his face from his temple to his jaw, vowing to never take him for granted ever again.

The tethers and cords of your souls melded back together, as they should have remained from the very beginning. “Yes, Captain,” you replied, laughing at how his smile grew brighter. 

He gripped your hands in both of his, tugging you along as he retreated for the door. “Wanna meet the others?”

You dug your heels into the floor, chuckling dryly. “You know, maybe we should hold off till tomorrow, yeah?”

Luffy paused, brows meeting, blinking slowly. “Okay, if that’s what you want…”

Purring your lips, you looked from each of his eyes to his nose to his forehead, sighing when defeat found you. “You really want me to meet them now?”

The squeeze he gave your hands, along with how the smile grew back on his face, was answer enough. Another sigh pulled at your chest as nodded. “Lead the way.”

By the end of the hour, the entire crew had come to a decision: you fit in perfectly, even if they had to (gently) jam your piece into the puzzle just to get you to converse with them. “They’re nervous,” Luffy not so silently whispered to the others, causing heat to crawl up your neck as you pinched your nose. 

Gathered around on various modes of seating, you found yourself wrapped in an uncanny warmth despite the chill of the sea air. You shared a crate with Luffy, thigh to thigh, his hand playing with your fingers as he recounted story after story of his adventures with his friends.

A bittersweet smile sat on your lips, happy he was happy, wondering what could have been if you’d gone with him. Stop it. It’s in the past.

“What about you,” Robin interrupted Usopp’s next inevitable tangent, eyes zeroed in on you. “Surely you’ve got stories.”

All eyes shifted to you, and the warmth fled the moment instantly. You shook you head quickly. “Nah, nothing as interesting as yours.”

Luffy bumped your shoulder, suddenly excited. “Then tell us a boring one! I wanna know what you’ve been doing.”

Grinning softly, you stared at your feet, twindling the toes of your boots.”I don’t want to think about it.”

That surely sucked the happiness out of air, replacing it with an ominous vagueness. Luffy’s side pressed against yours, and with a sigh you quickly broke the awkward silence. “Not all of it was bad, though. I had Koby—Oh! He says hello, by the way. I did some good things too, or I hope I did. Like, this one time, my captain at the time got a call from a nearby village.”

“The call was from this girl, I think,” you recalled. “She pleaded for help. These pirates had come in and plundered everything… The call ended in a gunshot.”

You had the whole crew’s attention then, the silence almost eerie. You cleared your throat. “So we took maybe twenty marines and headed to the island. By then the pirates had hostages at the center of the town.” You pushed back your shoulders, imitating your superiors. “Surrender now, said the captain, and the leader of the pirates obviously laughed in his face. Captain Gozi—that’s his name—kept pressing in, acting so docile, even as the pirate captain pressed a gun to the head of this young boy. Gozi is a good man, but we had differing opinions on how to go about the situation.”

Nami interjected, “How did you want to solve it?”

You hesitated before admitting, “Well, I did wind up solving it, and Gozi wasn’t too happy about it.”

“What did you do?” asked Chopper, his ears flitting back against his head. 

“The pirate captain kept on laughing, and when Gozi continued to try to negotiate, the pirate threw the boy down and was about to shoot—so I shot first. Right here.” You tapped your forehead. “That’s actually the reason I was promoted to captain. They made me out to be a hero.”

“Woah,” Usopp sighed. 

Zoro tilted his head. “So you shoot and you use a sword?”

“I’m sort of a jack of all trades, master of none.”

Sanji shrugged. “Still better than master of one.”

Before you could say something quippy in return, a swift peck was left on your cheek, leaving a blooming warmth on your skin. You whipped around to blink wide eyed at Luffy and his lopsided smile.

“What?” you laughed.

He gently kicked your foot. “I just really love you.”

A series of coos erupted from Nami and Chopper, along with some snickers from the boys, and you sat growing increasingly flustered under the attention. You rammed your forehead into Luffy’s shoulder to hide your face, dragging a bright laugh out of him. 

Minutes later, when the focus shifted away from you and toward the next elaborate tale to be strung by the Great Usopp, as he called himself, you leaned into Luffy and murmured softly. “I really love you too.”

High above, the stars shined and wove themselves through the night sky, no longer tiring themselves with transferring the love of a pair between the edges of the seas—they were together again, at long last, and the stars rested easy now that Fate had had its fun.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @its-not-too-late-for-coffee @khaleesihavilliard @gingernut1314 @lifesurfer2475 @shuujin @maybe-a-bi-witch @bi-narystars @luciledreamz @awenthealchemist @baku-boneless

[wlwdcchampionship]

introducing: poll stealing!!

Are you worried about your favorites not making it to the next round? Do you wish you could commit legal poll theft?? Then you’re in luck! Starting in round two, you can make fanworks of any kind to help swing the votes in your ship’s favor! Fics! Art! Playlists! Anything your heart desires!

With the steal function in place, your ship could lose the popular vote but still advance to the next round.

To be very very clear, the purpose of the steal function and the purpose of the tournament as a whole is to get more f/f dc works out there!

Detailed guidelines below the cut:

HOW IT WORKS:

(Disclaimer that the rules and calculations are taken from @lesmisshippingshowdown who in turn were inspired by @hbowartournament)

For all steal works regardless of type, please ensure that you follow these submission guidelines:

Make a new post here on Tumblr including either your fanwork or a link to your work on the relevant platform (AO3, Spotify, etc.) and tag it #wlwdc steal

@ mention this blog (@wlwdcchampionship) in your caption.

Send me an ask or DM with a link to your post. If using asks, please be sure to break up the hyperlink to reduce the chance of Tumblr eating the post.

Now on to specific scoring guidelines for different fanwork categories (once again, thanks to the mods of the LMSS for figuring all this out!):

Writers:

Post a fic (or new chapter) of at least 100 words to AO3. The pairing of your choice must be the primary relationship tag (and remember this poll is for romantic relationships only)

Link your fic here, tag it #wlwdc steal, and send us a link to the post. If your piece is part of a larger, previously established fic, please include in your message the word count of the new chapter.

Earn 0.1% for every 100 words, rounded to the nearest hundred

Artists:

Post your fanart to tumblr, tag it #wlwdc steal, and send us a link.

Earn 0.1% for a sketch, 0.3% for linework, and 0.5% for a full colour piece*

*(full colour is an ambiguous term, but the intent is to look at the extra amount of work and time that goes into colouring a completed piece vs. just putting forward a sketch or b&w linework. a sketch that happens to use colour pencils or a linework with a colour filter overlaid will be judged in the lower category)

Photoset Editors:

Post your photoset to tumblr, tag it #wlwdc steal, and send us a link.

Earn 0.1% per edited photo.

Playlist Curators:

Post your fanmix - consisting of at least 8 tracks - to Spotify

Link your playlist here, tag it #wlwdc steal, and send us a link to the post.

Earn 0.1% per 8 songs on the playlist, rounded to the nearest 8

Earn 0.1% per 200 words of liner notes (not including song titles or extended lyric quotations)

If you create your own cover art, the points for the relevant visual medium (art or photo editing) apply

Songwriters/Composers

0.1% per 10 seconds for original music/arrangement with 1-2 instruments (e.g. a piano solo, a pop song where you accompany yourself on guitar, a work for violin & piano accompaniment)

0.3% per 10 seconds for original music/arrangement for chamber ensemble/small band of 3-8 parts (e.g. a string quartet, an SATB choral work, a song performed by you and the rest of the 4 piece rock band you’re in)

0.5% per 10 seconds of original music/arrangement for a large ensemble of 9+ parts (e.g. a work for orchestra or marching band)

0.1% per 100 words of lyrics (entirely original or parody)

0.1% per 200 words of liner notes/analysis

For cover songs, a flat 0.1% per 30 seconds, unless you have provided a significantly new arrangement or orchestration

Cosplayers

0.1% per still photo, or 0.1% per 30 seconds of video where you are acting/performing in character

Arts & Crafts (Fibre Arts, Physical Collages, etc.)

Please upload at least one photograph of your completed craft item, and at least one unaltered photograph clearly showing the measurements of your work using a real life reference such as a tape measure or a ruler.

Please also list all materials used in your work (just broad categories is fine - e.g. if you make a friendship bracelet you can just say "string and beads", we don't need to know about every colour and category of bead you used!)

Base rate of 0.1% for works under 10x10cm and 0.3% for works over 10x10cm.

Earn an additional 0.1% per material category (thread, beads, glitter, photo cutouts, etc) - this includes base materials like cardboard, canvas, etc. but does not include adhesives such as tape or glue unless you are using e.g. washi tape or glitter glue in a way that significantly impacts the overall aesthetic appearance of your work. 

Please note that the size only applies to the surface area of what you actually did - so e.g. if you send a picture of a massive embroidery hoop but only a 5x5cm area is covered in embroidery we will only grant you the 0.1% base rate.

Compilations of the above (zines, comics, etc)

Judged by combining individual components - e.g. if you make a zine that includes 3 full colour art pieces (0.5 x 3), a 300 word ficlet (0.3), and a digital collage (0.5), you'll earn a total of 2.3 points.

Comics are judged by panel, though excessively similar panels (e.g. the same artwork with different speech bubbles) or very simplistic panels (e.g. a blank colour background that says THREE DAYS LATER) may be awarded a lower score than more complex panels.

If you're struck by creative urges not listed above, just drop me an ask and I can figure out what category it falls into and/or approximate percentage conversion rates if it's something totally new.

Please note that you cannot resubmit a fanwork you have already used as a steal work in a previous round, and steal points will not be carried over between rounds of the tournament!

edit: this goes without saying but absolutely no use of ai is allowed.

tldr; Make fanworks, tag this blog, steal points in the poll of your choice!

[sowhatwereyousaying]

A Promise - Part 5

summary: It's the small things that bring the most happiness

warnings: age gap (reader is in their 20s and gong yoo is in his 40s); fake dating, pr

For the next few days, things were... different.

I kept expecting Gong Yoo to disappear back into his flashy celebrity life — to get caught up in some scandal or whisked off to film some drama in another country. But somehow, he kept showing up.

At first, I thought it was a coincidence. I'd be out grabbing coffee, and there he'd be — casually strolling in like he just happened to be in the area. Then he’d swing by my apartment again. One time he brought pastries; another time he showed up with bubble tea and acted shocked when I called him out on his suspiciously well-timed visits.

“You’re stalking me,” I accused after his third “coincidental” visit.

“Please.” He scoffed, handing me a croissant. “I’m a celebrity. I can’t just stalk people. That’s illegal.”

“And yet…”

“You should be grateful,” he said, flashing that smug grin. “I’m practically upgrading your social life.”

“My social life was fine before you.”

“Sure,” he drawled. “Bet you were swimming in suitors.”

I pointed my croissant at him. “I’ll throw this at you.”

“You wouldn’t.” He took a big, obnoxious bite of his pastry. “You’d miss me too much.”

I was starting to think... he wasn’t entirely wrong.

Because somewhere in between his teasing, his smug grins, and the absurdity of our fake engagement, He had started becoming... comforting.

Like how he'd text stupid jokes throughout the day, knowing I'd roll my eyes but still smile. Or how he'd call me out of the blue just to complain about a terrible script he’d read — like I was the first person he wanted to vent to.

Or the way he always — always — walked me home, even if it meant dodging reporters or sneaking down alleyways like we were on some bizarre spy mission.

One evening, after successfully evading the paparazzi for the third time that week, I turned to him and asked, “You don’t have to do this, you know.”

He blinked. “Do what?”

“Stick around.” I paused. “I mean, you’ve already got your whole ‘fake romance’ story locked in. You don’t need to... you know…”

“Hang out with you?” he finished.

I winced. “I wasn’t gonna say it like that.”

“Well, too bad.” He smirked. “Because maybe I like hanging out with you.”

I stared at him, half expecting him to follow it up with some smug remark — but he didn’t. He just... looked at me. Calm and serious.

And my heart did this weird little flip.

The night everything changed started out simple enough.

We were in my apartment, sharing takeout straight from the containers because Gong Yoo said “Plates are too much effort.” He was scrolling through my playlist, making obnoxious comments about my music taste.

“This is what you listen to?” he snorted.

“I’m sorry, Mr. ‘I Only Listen to Pretentious Film Scores.’”

“Excuse me,” he said, mock-offended. “Film scores are art.”

“Yeah? Then explain why you’ve played the same moody violin track four times.”

“It’s atmospheric.”

“It’s depressing.”

We bickered until I stole the speaker away from him and played my favourite cheesy pop song at full volume.

To my complete horror, He immediately jumped to his feet and started dancing — arms flailing, legs moving like he’d just invented five new types of awkward.

“What are you doing?” I gasped between laughs.

“Enjoying?” He grabbed my hand and tried to spin me.

“I can’t dance!”

“Sure you can!” He spun me again — this time successfully — and suddenly I was laughing too hard to protest.

We ended up twirling around my living room like idiots, stepping on each other’s toes and singing off-key. When the song finally ended, I collapsed onto the couch, breathless and grinning.

“You’re the worst dancer I’ve ever seen,” I said, still laughing.

“And yet…” He dropped onto the couch beside me, his smile softening. “You danced with me anyway.”

I was still catching my breath when I felt his arm slide across the back of the couch — close enough that I could feel the warmth of his skin.

“You know…” He cleared his throat, eyes flicking to mine. “This whole fake engagement thing… it’s not so bad.”

I froze.

Was he... joking? Teasing me again?

But his eyes — dark and warm — stayed on mine. And suddenly the room felt... smaller. Quieter.

“I mean...” I tried to sound casual. “I guess you’re not the worst fake fiancé.”

He smiled — softer this time. “Good to know.”

For a second, neither of us moved.

And then — slowly, like he was giving me time to pull away — he leaned in.

His hand brushed against mine, fingers tracing the curve of my knuckles. My heart thumped, and before I could second-guess myself, I leaned in too.

It wasn’t like the chaotic, accidental kiss from before. This one was... different. Softer. Slower. Like we weren’t just fake fiancés in some ridiculous scandal — like maybe, just maybe... this could be real.

When we finally pulled back, Gong Yoo’s smile turned smug again — but this time, there was something warmer behind it.

“Looks like you’re falling for me after all,” he teased.

“I hate that you’re enjoying this,” I mumbled.

“You’ll get used to it.” His hand stayed on mine — not teasing, not playing around... just there. “I mean... if you want me to stick around.”

My heart stumbled again.

“You want to?”

“Yeah,” he said softly. “I do.”

For a second, the noise of the outside world — the reporters, the chaos, the insanity of this whole mess — faded. And all I could feel was his hand over mine, steady and warm.

“Okay,” I said quietly. “Stick around.”

His fingers tightened, just slightly — a quiet promise.

“Deal,” he murmured.

This time, when he kissed me again, I didn’t pull away.

And for once, everything felt exactly right.

a/n: WE ARE BACK. I suddenly got this wave of productivity and completed this chapter, which btw I have been working on before chapter 4, so as usual I hope yall love it!!

taglist: @preppyfella @muchwita @shadow-tumbler @dyingswanpavlova @ririgy @lariem-blog2 @uurtekass

[almost-blondee]

Sleepless Night

Sunday x Reader

Sfw, Just my thoughts,

word count: 873

There will be PART 2

A/N: I was just feeling like writing about Sunday, This has no interaction between Sunday and reader, Sorry. But….There will be a PART 2 Where they interact. So hopefully you stay tuned. Hopefully he isn’t to ooc, i. tried my best. And again sorry for any grammar mistakes

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It’s been sometime since Sunday had joined the astral express temporarily, and within that time he had begun having some unnecessary feelings flare up in the process. Worthlessness…Incompetence… These feelings are honestly nothing new to Sunday, however he is now burdened with the heaviness of silence. Being the head of the Oak family, left him a busy man, no time to just sit idle and get lost in thoughts. Now, on the contrary, he has all the time in the world to get sucked in to the spiral of emotions.

He is very grateful to the Nameless for letting him take refuge in the express, understanding that they have limited space on the train. So for the time being Sunday would sleep in the party car. This worked quite well, having everyone on the express in the living corridor, he might as well have the whole car to himself… Unfortunately for him, he has let his thoughts consume him, How come i have to sleep on this couch, why don’t i get a room to myself, Do they even want me on the express with them, they must still be wary of me, no body really wants me here… and so on. Although he knows that these are selfish thoughts, the mind has a way of thinking on its own. These thoughts plaguing him whenever silence would take over. March was not complaining to Dan Heng about him ‘cheating’ in their chess match’s , You were not talking his ear off about who knows what, you could ramble on for hours… Not a soul to be found in the party car. Sunday, lying on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. How many times has he done this, He needs sound… Something to free his mind from these convictions.

He sits up swinging his leg gently so they meet the ground, slowly walking toward a case that’s lying by the wall. Thankfully before leaving penecony Sunday had chosen to bring his violin with him. He relished in the sound, it soothed his soul. How could he not bring it. He knows that he’s not the best musician, but it would always help him relax. Open the case and taking out the stringed instrument, he lifted it to just under his chin and started playing. He would usually know better then to make loud noises during the night, and maybe this would make the Nameless hate him even more… But in this moment he needed to hear something other than the devil on his shoulder. Swaying with the violin in hand, slowly moving in a pattern that almost looked like he was dancing, he was content. Forcing out all his feelings onto this wooden instrument, using it as a form of therapy, he was lost in the sound. So lost that he hadn’t noticed you coming down the stairs, moving slowly so he would not notice.

You had been in the living space above the party car. tossing and turning, you were having trouble sleeping. Stopping to stare at the ceiling hoping that if you just closed your eyes you would be accompanied by sleep, wishful thinking. Just when you think all is lost, you hear a beautiful melody… it’s sounds like a violin. The melody was full of sorrow, you could feel the emotions that drove the performance. You had felt lured to check who was playing this beautiful tune. you slowly made your way down the stairs catching a glimpse of a silver haired man swaying to the tempo of his playing, dancing around the car, enthralling you, he had looked like an angel. You could feel your cheeks begin to burn, while you watched this man so deep in his performance. You had never really thought about Sunday in a romantic way. But for some reason watching the display in front of you made you feel something. If this were a movie the audience would think he was a charmer and you were the snake following his lead. You feel as if you have been shot with cupids arrow, even drank a love potion… Seeing this man and watching him produce this beautiful song, made you fall in love, you know deep down this feeling didn’t just come from no where he is a very kind man, generous and willing to change for the better, it was inevitable not to fall in love. You had just never seen him in this light. As you are now frozen still sitting on the stairs, which must have happened a while ago, your face so hot that it might leave burns. Sunday finished up his song slowing the melody to a soft humming, he on the other hand felt relaxed. He had cooled down, almost putting himself to sleep with his lullaby. He sluggishly walked back over to the wall to put the instrument away. *Clank* His head snapped over to where he thought the noise came from. The stairs.

He Scoured the stairs faintly lit by the bar lights, only to see nothing. It must have been his imagination. Soon after he was snuggled into the couch, nodding off into a deep slumber.

You in the other hand… Are definitely not sleeping tonight.

almost-blondee

[jellymind]

Sound of Music Tarn x Reader

Who knew one somewhat underhanded comment towards your manager would get you killed?

You sure didn’t when you made the comment! Now stalking down the low lit hallways in a purple, khaki t-shirt. A staple of the work uniform in this marine center, specifically those working with the dangerous fish hosted here for recovery. 

Yeah, death was knocking on the door and you weren’t ready to go. 

Huffing, you reach up to fiddle with the headphones around your neck, the pressure from it the only thing grounding you in this place at the moment. And the urge to put them on becomes stronger yet as you pass a group of co-workers all dressed in red t-shirts instead. They cast you a glance, eyes widening before darting their gazes away again. No words spoken, but the air suddenly feels heavy with pity. 

Further in you go, practically sprinting to get out of sight. Taking corners faster than necessary, until finally you reach the split path that leads to the mers held deeper in this place. Yeah, normal fish weren’t the only ones being kept, but straight up creatures of myths. And half of them would take off a hand just for sport. 

Each side looks the same in appearance, but the tiles are where they differ. One, the right path, goes from the deep blue of the normal marine center’s path to a soothing red. The sign of the kinder mers, the ones that can actually be interacted without fear of sudden ill intent. The other path, the one you have now been reassigned to, goes to a foreboding purple, darkening the hallway beyond. 

You take the purple path, sucking in a breath as the space constricts around you. This space was not built for comfort, instead to warn or scare away any that weren’t forced to work down this wing. 

Doors start to line the walls, each with name plates and the mers nicknames on display in neat golden script. Megatron, Soundwave, Shockwave, Starscream, you continue past each door without pause. None of them the ones you were assigned too. 

It takes a while, having to go down another length of a hall that spindles off the main shoot of purple-code mers. These doors are also marked with red, the color vibrant and closer to that of blood than the red from before. The engravings have scratched off paint where nails have dug in, both human and non-human intermingling. 

The names pass by, Overlord, Galvatron, and even more that you begin to ignore. Thoughts flying to when co-workers would whisper about the newest injury from these fearsome beasts. 

“They’re killers! I swear it!” 

“Did you know they leave the dead in there with them? Management thinks it keeps them sated for when the professionals enter.” 

“I heard the last person assigned there lost an arm.” 

You shake your head as you stop before a door. This one no different from the others but important to you. The new mer assigned to you just beyond. Tarn, the nameplate reads. And he has the worst track record among the ones stationed here. 

Blood thirsty, constantly breaking out of the room and tank, always looking for the latest victim. And now your job to clean his tank, feed him, and make sure he’s properly enriched. 

“Let’s get this over with.” You mutter under your breath. Bringing up your headphones, you click open your phone and begin to play the instrumental melody that will lead to your death. 

Violins sing away as you swing the door open, a trumpet almost making you jump as you sweep a glance over the still water inside. The tank is oddly empty of an eager predator ready to kill, not even a ripple. 

Maybe the mer doesn’t know you’re here. All the better to work fast and get out even faster.

Biting at your lip, you step in, looking along the wall for any of the cleaning supplies that your manager swore would be there, ready for use. A mop, a bucket, and an unlabeled bottle of cleaner is all you catch sight of, and it’s thrown to the ground in a rush.

You sigh, but head deeper in, the rise of tubas following you as the heavily padded door slams shut. Grabbing the mop after filling the bucket to the point suds are sloshing out the side, you get to work. 

There’s a surprising lack of stains around the tank, nothing that outwardly hints at what has gone down in this room in the past. Only dried stains that are more brown than red and could have been anything at the point of spill. 

You turn the music up, blasting the return of the violins into your ears. It’s at the same time you see movement at the corner of your eye. 

Turning fast, you face the tank where you thought the movement came from, nothing. Sweat starts to pucker your forehead, and the hairs on the back of your neck start to stand up. A warning, or maybe a feeling, of being watched invade. 

You turn away, dunking the mop in the bucket. 

A splash cuts through the music. 

You whirl around and freeze. 

This time, a fin has broken through the water. It bobs on the surface, taunting and horrifying as you realize Tarn knows you’re here. You can’t leave though, even if the prey brain in you is beginning to awaken and wants to run as far as they can from the room and whatever is lurking below the waves. 

Work fast, get out faster. 

Stiff limbed, you switch to a crab sort of walk. A way to keep your face to the water and mopping the place without getting caught. It doesn’t matter though as the fin begins to move, closing in on the lip of the tank. 

You suddenly hate the crescendo in your ears from the music. 

Just as it reaches the peak, all hell breaks loose. An explosion of water, a huge figure beaching itself inches from your face. A scream at the tip of your tongue, but it never leaves as red eyes meet your own. 

Tarn.

There’s a crooning, deep and full-body that comes from the creature. It backs off, and as it does you catch sight of it more than just the eyes. Bulky shoulders, scars criss-crossing the body all the way down to the tail, purple and black scales, and the claws at the tips of its webbed fingers. 

Another croon has you looking back to the red eyes, which you notice are behind a strange, watery mask of some sort. They blink, you follow, heart pounding away in your chest. 

Then a hand lifts, one claw stretching out. 

This is it, death on one finger. 

Instead there is another call, this one a coo of sorts followed by a click. It touches your headphones. 

“Huh?” Is all you can think, and apparently squeak out. 

Another coo. Another poke to the head.

Reaching up, you pop off the headphones, mop dropping to the ground. “My headphones?” Music is still blasting away, a lull of soft instruments. “Or, uh, the music?” 

Tarn nods, red eyes squinting in what you think is joy. 

An idea hits, and you rush to turn off your headphones. The drop of music does seem to startle the mer, who starts to growl at you and as you rush for the phone in your pocket you call out, “Give me a minute!” 

Swiping up, you hit play in a rush, turning the noise all the way up. Instruments hit the air in a rush, their pattern swirling and calming if not for the fact a dangerous mer is standing before you. 

But that still seems to be enough, as he begins to sway, lowering himself to lay out on the deck with a coo. And suddenly you think there may be a way through this assignment. As long as he continues to enjoy the music that is. 

[reijisteacup]

What they look for in an S/O

Sakamaki's

Shu Sakamaki:

Shu Sakamaki yearns for someone who brings peace rather than chaos, someone who understands that silence can speak volumes when shared with the right person. His world is one of apathy, stillness, and quiet detachment, and he doesn’t want someone to shatter that calm with loud voices or overbearing energy. Instead, he finds himself drawn to a person who doesn’t demand his attention but earns it simply by existing beside him, with a presence so gentle that it settles into his life like a familiar melody. Music is one of the few things that stirs something inside him, so a partner who shares a subtle, emotional connection to sound—perhaps someone who understands the quiet ache in a violin’s note—can reach him in ways even words cannot. He doesn’t want to be chased; he wants to be waited for. Someone patient, who can spend hours lying beside him without urging him to speak or move, yet whose mere presence draws him out of his emotional stagnation, is the one who will gradually wake the slumbering heart within him. Ultimately, he is most vulnerable with someone who respects his silence, yet makes that silence feel less lonely.

Reiji Sakamaki:

Reiji craves structure, sophistication, and a deep respect for intellect, and he cannot tolerate chaos in his personal life. He is drawn to someone with a refined demeanor and sharp mind—someone who carries themselves with grace and upholds high standards, yet isn’t cold or rigid. He wants a partner who appreciates the order he brings and can walk with him on the path of logic, progress, and excellence. However, beneath his strict exterior is a man desperately trying to control everything in his world because he feels if he doesn't, it will all fall apart—including himself. The partner who can reach him is one who doesn't mock or belittle his perfectionism, but instead offers reassurance that he doesn’t have to carry everything alone. Someone who balances his control with quiet compassion, who can challenge his ideas in intelligent discussion yet remain respectful and poised, will command his admiration. The person who truly captures Reiji’s heart is someone who sees that behind the etiquette and intellect is a deeply wounded man, yearning for validation not from status or obedience, but from being loved not despite his flaws—but with them.

Laito Sakamaki:

At first glance, it might seem like Laito only seeks someone playful, submissive, and physically affectionate—someone who will indulge his flirtations and match his sensual rhythm. While he certainly enjoys teasing and a bit of dramatic tension, what he truly craves runs much deeper. Laito is drawn to someone who can see past his masks—to the fractured, emotionally starved boy beneath the velvet charm and predatory smiles. He longs for a partner who is gentle yet strong—someone patient enough to endure his mood swings and perceptive enough to notice when he’s not just being a flirt, but crying out for comfort. Intelligence is a turn-on, but so is emotional maturity; someone who won't punish him for his scars, someone who listens to his silences, not just his smooth talk. He wants someone who can hold their own in a conversation, challenge him without cruelty, and love him without demanding he become something he's not. Most importantly, he needs someone who will stay—someone who won’t run when he lets the broken parts show, but instead draws closer, offering light to the shadows he’s long since accepted as home.

Kanato Sakamaki:

Kanato is a storm of conflicting emotions—possessive, dramatic, volatile—and he wants a partner who will never abandon him, no matter how intense or erratic he becomes. He is drawn to absolute devotion, to someone who treats him like something precious, even when he lashes out or crumbles into childlike fits. Yet despite his cruelty and controlling tendencies, what he truly desires is a safe place where he can be fragile without fear of rejection. A partner with a nurturing, steady heart—someone who can remain calm in the face of his screaming, who understands that his outbursts are born from fear and trauma rather than malice—is the one he will treasure most. He is not interested in being tamed or healed by force; he wants someone who chooses to stay in the madness, who loves him in every state. This person will need great patience, a tender spirit, and an unwavering sense of loyalty. If they can embrace both his eerie beauty and his brokenness without ever trying to leave, Kanato will become obsessively devoted, loving them with the unrelenting ferocity of someone who has never known what it’s like to be truly kept.

Ayato Sakamaki:

Ayato’s need to be the “best” isn’t just arrogance—it’s rooted in deep insecurities and a childhood spent starved for affection. He’s loud, competitive, and craves validation in everything he does, which is why he’s drawn to someone who gives him genuine praise and admiration—but not blindly. He wants someone who can meet him in his chaotic, teasing energy and match his fiery spirit, someone who laughs with him, challenges him, maybe even infuriates him—but never walks away. A partner who doesn’t coddle him yet still supports him when he’s hurting is irresistible to Ayato. He’s pulled toward people who are playful and a little rebellious, but what truly disarms him is someone who sticks around when he drops the act—when his voice isn’t loud and his ego is bruised. He will never admit it out loud, but he desperately wants to be chosen just for who he is, without having to prove he’s worthy. The person who can see both the boisterous, competitive vampire and the lonely boy aching to be loved will be the one Ayato clings to with all the desperate devotion he hides behind his bravado.

Subaru Sakamaki:

Subaru is a soul in turmoil—a man who believes his own strength is a curse and who constantly fights the fear of destroying everything he touches. What he longs for most is someone who sees past his rough edges, his violent outbursts, and his cold words to the aching tenderness he tries so hard to suppress. He’s drawn to kindness—not in a fragile way, but a resilient, quiet strength that refuses to give up on him. He wants someone who will approach him slowly, who won’t rush to fix him but instead stands beside him even when he pushes them away. The partner who can endure his moments of fury and his walls of silence, and still reach for him gently, is the one who will truly have his heart. Subaru doesn’t want someone unafraid of his darkness—he wants someone who fears it, yet chooses to stay. Someone who recognizes the beauty in his broken pieces and refuses to see him as just a monster. If they can offer their heart without asking for perfection in return, Subaru will give them a love as fierce and protective as the fire he constantly tries to bury.

Mukami's

Ruki Mukami:

Ruki is a man of discipline, intellect, and control—a strategist shaped by years of hardship and a quiet hunger for purpose. He has known the cruelty of being discarded and the agony of powerlessness, which led him to build an armor of icy logic and calculated restraint. In a significant other, Ruki seeks not chaos, but a soul that speaks with intention, someone who thrives in silence just as much as in conversation. He is drawn to maturity and poise—someone who is self-possessed, thoughtful, and capable of grasping nuance. Superficiality repels him; he longs for depth, for quiet exchanges filled with unspoken meaning. His ideal partner must be emotionally intelligent—wise enough to navigate his intensity, and strong enough to gently push past his defenses. He needs someone who understands that love isn’t always loud or adorned with flowery gestures; sometimes, it’s in a shared book, a meal eaten side by side, a steady presence on the hardest days. Ruki admires a partner who has ambitions and conviction but also the emotional awareness to see when he is unraveling beneath the surface. If you earn his trust, he will offer a love that is fiercely protective, endlessly patient, and steeped in the kind of loyalty that transcends fleeting pleasures. With him, love is a refined, slow-burn devotion—one that is forged in respect, trust, and quiet surrender.

Kou Mukami:

Kou is both mask and mirror—an idol born from the scars of a boy who was taught that his worth depended on performance. Outwardly, he’s charming, magnetic, and flamboyant, but underneath lies a volatile core of insecurity, pain, and an insatiable hunger for genuine love. He is drawn to a partner who can see through the glitter and spotlight, someone who sees him, not the curated version of himself the world expects. His ideal significant other is patient and grounded, but not boring—someone who can keep up with his ever-shifting moods while offering a kind of love that’s unconditional and grounding. Kou thrives when his partner shows admiration for his talents and affection for his flaws. He fears abandonment deeply, so he needs a partner who is steadfast and emotionally available—someone who doesn’t shy away when he lashes out, but instead draws closer, soothing the boy behind the smile. He secretly craves gentle care: a hand in his hair, soft affirmations, the kind of affection he was denied as a child. But he also wants passion, laughter, and shared mischief. In love, Kou is both a teasing flirt and a deeply needy soul; he’ll wrap you in glamor and playful affection, but his truest self only appears in vulnerability. If you can love both versions, he’ll love you with a desperate, almost feverish devotion—because to him, you’re the one person who didn’t look away.

Yuma Mukami:

Yuma is a storm in human form—rough, loud, passionate, and deeply principled. Beneath his aggressive bravado lies a heart that once belonged to a starving orphan who had to fight to survive. Now, with his newfound strength and identity, Yuma refuses to let himself or those he cares about be crushed again. He is drawn to a partner with fire in their spirit—someone who won’t back down, who can curse him out one moment and laugh with him the next. He craves authenticity above all else. Yuma despises fake niceties and delicate airs; he wants someone real, someone who can roll up their sleeves, get their hands dirty, and speak their mind without fear. But he also secretly cherishes tenderness in small, private doses—a warm meal, a soft touch, someone who listens without judgment when his walls slip down. His ideal partner can match his energy and call him out when he’s being a brute, but also nurture the part of him that still mourns his lost childhood. Loyalty is sacred to Yuma—if he gives you his heart, it’s for keeps. He’ll protect you with the same tenacity he devotes to his garden: fiercely, endlessly, with his whole being. To be loved by Yuma is to have a wild, aching love that roars louder than any fear—and endures like roots buried deep in the earth.

Azusa Mukami:

Azusa is delicate and jagged all at once—a boy who equates pain with purpose, who was told for so long that he had no worth unless he suffered. His self-worth is fractured, his emotional landscape a maze of bruises and misplaced love. But even so, Azusa yearns deeply for a connection that is gentle and genuine. He looks for a partner who is patient beyond measure, someone who doesn’t rush or push but simply stays—someone who can meet his scars with kindness, not pity. His ideal significant other is soft-spoken but emotionally resilient, capable of navigating his trauma with warmth and unwavering loyalty. He craves a love that feels safe, that offers affection without condition and slowly rewrites his belief that he must hurt to feel. Azusa finds beauty in vulnerability, and he will treasure a partner who allows him to care for them in return—even if it’s clumsy or hesitant. His form of love is quiet, almost childlike in its sincerity. Once he trusts you, he becomes unwaveringly devoted, the type to whisper your name like it’s sacred, to flinch at the thought of losing you, to bleed for your safety without a second thought. To Azusa, love is not a loud affair—it’s in holding hands during a nightmare, in brushing bandages aside to kiss healed skin, in reminding him again and again: you don’t have to hurt to be loved.

Tsukinami's

Carla Tsukinami:

Carla is a monarch forged from the cold embers of tragedy, responsibility, and timeless solitude. His outward demeanor is polished and reserved—distant not out of disdain, but necessity. He has seen kingdoms rise and fall, watched allies turn to ash, and endured countless betrayals. As such, he does not fall in love easily. He looks for a partner who embodies grace under pressure, someone who can move with subtlety and wisdom, who does not need constant reassurance or dramatics to feel secure. His ideal partner possesses a quiet, unwavering strength, the kind of calm that can steady the storm within him without needing to overpower it. Carla finds comfort in intellect and patience—someone who can converse with him on equal footing, challenge his philosophies when warranted, yet never cross the delicate line of disrespect. His significant other must also have a profound understanding of loneliness and immortality—someone who understands that his coldness is not rejection, but protection. The partner he truly longs for is one who can stay despite the slow passage of centuries, who doesn’t crave a fairytale but accepts the grim poetry of eternity with him. To Carla, love is not fiery or impulsive—it is eternal, dignified, and almost sacred. He may not always speak the words, but if he chooses you, it means he has entrusted you with the last fragments of his soul.

Shin Tsukinami:

Shin burns with the relentless need to be seen, acknowledged, and respected—not just as a second prince, but as a powerful individual in his own right. He’s fierce, hot-headed, and unapologetically bold, always charging headfirst into what he wants. And what he craves in a significant other is someone who doesn’t merely tolerate his intensity, but mirrors it. He is irresistibly drawn to passion, to someone who is unafraid to push back, argue, tease, and challenge him—someone who can run with wolves and not be left behind. Shin has little interest in delicate fragility; he wants someone with fire in their chest, who can meet his wild instincts with cunning or even laughter. But beneath his bravado lies a deeply rooted insecurity, a wound carved by his older brother’s shadow and the cruel expectations placed on him. What he truly needs—though he rarely admits it—is a partner who can see through his arrogance to the vulnerable boy underneath. Someone who won’t abandon him when the growling stops and the silence sets in. Loyalty is everything to Shin; once he finds a partner who can match his energy, stand beside him without fear, and offer sincere, unwavering affection, he will cling to them with feral devotion. He’s the kind of lover who growls at the world, bares his fangs to all who threaten you, and calls you his territory not as a possession—but as his equal, his mate, his reason.

RTC: The other poll results will be posted up soon stay tuneddd <3

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Blade & number 13 (trying to get the other to dance with them)

wc: 1k & gn!reader. reader is implied to be a stellaron hunter

a/n: posting this separately instead of answering the ask because tumblr decided to delete it(-:

The venue is bustling with noise and energy all around.

Everyone around is lost in the excitement, patiently waiting for the orchestra to return, for the grand party to start. All donned in tailored clothes, some going for masks, some for ridiculously big hats– a scene out of a movie or a novel, if you’d say so yourself. Were it not for your dearest partner’s grunts and huffs every once in a while to drag you out of the sweet dream.

Blade has been assigned to several missions back to back already, you’d understand the burnout and the exhaustion that comes with it. And still, no matter the work or the goals to tick off, you find a way to enjoy each moment– or so you console yourself, in the words of Silverwolf.

The muffled sounds stop in a sudden and a one, a two, a three– you can hear the famous orchestra starting the evening.

You cast a glance Blade’s way. Changed into something other than his usual clothes, the suit fits him perfectly. Elio had said it’d be wise to blend in, even though your jobs were minor compared to Silverwolf’s. Just keep an eye on, and maybe enjoy the evening, consider it a little gift. And grateful you were, practically giddy since you were informed of what the mission entailed.

Yet a part of you fears dragging Blade into all this, guilt sitting heavy at your belly. The lack of reactions, save for the occasional scoffs when someone dashes too close to him, do not help you once bit. A drink might help, or so you think and return with two glasses, offering one to him.

The drink melts on your tongue, relaxes all the muscles in your body. Known for its balls and events, even their drinks hold no competition. A glance Blade’s way and you can see him slowly sipping his drink, content just to see that much, hoping it might help his mood throughout the evening and until your departure.

Time ticks and by then, everyone in the grand salon has immersed themselves into dancing, swinging gracefully with the melody. The soft notes of the grand piano fills the air, the violins join in, even just from the sounds, you can picture the pianist’s fingers gliding off, flying off the keys, no longer just making music but crafting something sacred, something holy into life with mere presses.

The orchestra carries away the people, and with their melodies, they capture you too. You don’t notice Blade’s staring, nor him gently taking the glass off your hands and offering them to one of the servants making his rounds down there.

The melody rises and rises, picking up its face and with a snap, ends, taking your breath with it.

A moment’s pause and a waltz begins.

Turning hurriedly Blade’s way, hands balled into fists, you look so excited, stars in your eyes– he worries for a second if he got caught.

“Please.” you say in a whisper, and he looks at you with curiosity, please, what?..

“Just one dance, would you grant me this much?” you ask, hands dropping down, stroking the fabric of your outfit now, fiddling with the little embroidered details. Blade stands there, still silent, contemplating an answer, lips parted. “It’d help blend into the crowd too, you know… so we can keep not just an eye but also an ear out.” you try one last time, one last attempt. It feels easier to use the mission as an excuse than to admit you just want to stand closer to him, be like one of those couples you have been admiring for the past hour.

Eyes cast to the side, Blade avoids your gaze. Unsure how to feel when you followed with that excuse just to rationalize your request. Waiting and waiting, another song begins and draws close to an end and Blade realizes too late when he notices the signs of your fidgeting that he’s been making you wait, making you nervous and–

“Fine.” he says, his voice betraying the blunt answer and he reaches out his palm to you.

Eyes wide open, you freeze for a moment and snap out of it when he raises an eyebrow at you, slightly shaking his offered hand. With a skip to your step, you take his hand and a violin fills the air, lazy and faint.

The waltz begins softly, building up, and with it, so do the two of you.

Though you were unsure what to expect, Blade proves to be in control so far, taking the steps accordingly, swinging to the melody. 

It is a simple ballroom waltz, easy to pick up on after observing the people for the past hour. Seeing that the expression of surprise is still evident on your face, accompanying a soft smile, Blade feels a satisfaction blooming in his chest.

Were the purpose to truly keep an eye out and listen in, this would truly serve as the most ideal cover to blend in to the crowd– but too lost in your own little bubble, all the two of you can hear, feel, sense, see, and smell are each other; and the fairy-tale music that carries you throughout the ballroom with each step.

Blade holds you close and holds you gently, leading you into the dance, loosening his grip enough so you can dance freely. The dance goes on and you feel lost in his warm hold. For the first time in a long while forlorn eyes carry the gentle autumn breeze within their orbs, a man more than just the blade he wields, broken down to fragments. The melody picks up and Blade leads you for a spin, his other hand waiting in the air to pull you back to him–

In a sudden a loud crack echoes in the air.

The music halts, darkness overtakes the ballroom right after. The both of you frozen in place, Blade prepares to unsheathe his sword, his other hand standing over your skin still, keeping you close to his chest in a protective manner.

At the surprise of the moment for a second, the grand space is dead silent. And soon after follows people’s worried murmurs, followed by a scream that is never missing in such environments.

Silverwolf must be done with her part already. 

As you let out a sigh, you feel Blade’s hand relax on you, and returning to his side. Taking a step back, you copy the gesture and remove your hands from his frame. 

Time to bid goodbye to the fairytale it seems.

[yukinohiko]

This is a second part to my Regency AU of Kaiser’s Blue Flower:

Something more about Marquess Kaiser and his growing fascination with you.

He manages to get his name on one of your dance cards at a hostess’s gala, one of the many, though he monopolizes you under the diamond chandelier, waltzing you into a stupor. He smells like roses; your reflection drowns in the pupil of his oceanic gaze.

“Tell me, why would you not want to be kept by a marquess?” he breathes in your ear.

“Dignity. Decorum. Is that enough,” you ask as he spins you, “or should I go on?”

“As long as you wish.” He twirls you too many times to count, his hand clasping yours securely, until your vision grows blurry with the violin songs surrounding you.

“I don’t wish,” you manage to say, trying to get your bearings. “I have other callers waiting for me —”

“None of whom have intervened.” He swings you once, and your heart jumps to your throat. But it isn’t reckless — your body is swept lightly in his arms into a delicate dip. “Do you know why, my dear?”

“I do not.”

You focus your gaze somewhere behind his shoulder. It is too intimidating, you think, to meet those slitted eyes directly — catlike, lidded. Nor the curve of his rose-pink mouth.

However, he holds no inhibitions like yours. One of his hands cradles your nape, the other around your lower back, just at the hem of where your bodice expands into the chiffon skirt. You can feel the press of each of his fingertips, almost like a brand on your body.

“Because,” he whispers, flush against your cheek, “you are in the arms of a marquess.”

[urinarythreatinfection]

Is This Love?

Luffy x Male Reader. Some fluff. 2445 words. Fishman Island Spoilers. Part one, Part two, Part three, Part four.

Desc: Brook gives Luffy advice and he takes it, you feel the effects.

Luffy hums while walking through the halls. He needs to see that face more, but how? He has a feeling it triggers more when he’s close, but that’s not always the case since you’re mostly used to his touchiness. While he walks he unconsciously starts following a tune until he realizes he’s in the aquarium bar where Brook is. The skeleton is playing the violin inside and notices Luffy. “Ah, Luffy-san, have you come to hear me play?”

“I wandered in here.” Luffy says casually while sitting down on the couch, arms behind his head.

“Lost in thought then, yohohoho~” The skeleton laughs softly as he continues to play his violin. “About (Y/n)-san?”

“How’d you know?” Luffy asks while sitting up more, hands now beside him as he kicks his legs back and forth.

“Love is a thing that can make the mind wander~” The notes get higher, longer, like thoughts swimming through your brain.

“Really? I love him then?” It would be good if that was the case and he finally figured it out, it’s a hassle to have to think about this so much.

“Everyone is different, so I can’t make that choice for you.” Darn. “But if your feelings are enough to lead you to me,” Short notes like footsteps come from the violin before it descends into a long low note. “then it’s something to think about.” Thinking again, what does he think now?

“I think.. I wanna see (Y/n)’s face more often. The one where he looks funny and embarrassed.” The memory of your face when he was pressing the fishcake to your mouth with his comes to mind. This answer seems to excite Brook, who laughs.

“Yohoho~! Reminds me of my younger days~” He reminisces on his past romances, a musician that plays with such passion can’t avoid such a thing even traveling on the seas. “You want to see him flustered more?”

“Mhm, it’s funny!” Luffy smiles while he swings his legs more while Brook ponders, the melody following his mind. Perhaps some of his methods could be outdated by now, but getting someone flustered always has the same core elements.

“If I may, I could give you some advice.” The musician offers and Luffy brightens.

“You know how?”

“Of course! A gentleman musician always knows his way into the heart, it’s how you move people with music. (Y/n) won’t be much different, especially for someone he already has feelings for.”

“I wanna know I wanna know!” Luffy nods, excited.

“Yohoho! Okay then…”

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Luffy runs around looking for you, thinking of some of Brook’s words from earlier.

“He’s already fond of you, so this is more to accentuate yourself rather than change it.”

“Axe-in-shoe-ate.” Luffy repeats to himself as he looks for you. He finds you laying on the ground on the upper deck, resting after sparring with Zoro while Nami sunbathes to the side on her outdoor lounge chair. No weapons as to not cause any damage to the ship or to anger Nami, she’s relaxing with her sunglasses on. You perk up when you hear Zoro open a lunchbox from Sanji, a few onigiri inside. You stand up and walk over.

“Hey let me have one.” You’re hungry too.

“Go ask the shit cook for something then, you’re the one who forgot to ask.”

“I didn’t ‘forget’ I was in the bathroom. Plus you’re the one who suddenly asked me to spar!” You’re defending yourself when you hear Luffy’s voice.

“Heyyy! (Y/n)!!” That’s your warning before rubbery hands grab onto your shoulders and a body slams into you, almost toppling you over. Again he latches onto you with his legs looped around your waist, and again he smiles so brightly. “Hmmm…” Luffy stares at your face, you look a little startled but still calm. “I missed you!” You falter, that’s new.

“Missed me?” You ask cautiously, trying to keep cool.

“Yup!” He nods.

“We saw each other this morning though.” It was during lunch, only a few hours ago.

“Yup!” He nods on that too… Doesn’t stop him from getting closer, your noses almost touching. “But I still missed you!”

‘Aaaaaaaa’ Super close, and this feels closer than normal. Different in a way too.

“Can you guys show PDA somewhere else.” Zoro states while munching on his onigiri. He feels a little awkward seeing this and it’s giving him second hand embarrassment seeing you panic.

“Shut up, you’re gonna ruin it!” Nami whisper-yells while sitting up, smacking the swordsman on the back of the head. Their words confirm your thought that this is closer than normal even for Luffy. The things he’s saying aren't usual either.

“Luffy you uhh..” You try to come up with something to make distance. “you’re gonna break my spine.” You mumble and the rubber man loosens his grip around your waist, but doesn’t let go. “Are you gonna stay on me forever?”

“I don’t wanna get off.” There’s a gut feeling in him to stay close to you, and he isn’t one to deny anything his emotions tell him to do. Plus, you get that expression he likes when he gets super close to you, so why would he stop? You try to turn your head away more but the rubber man just moves his head to follow. Your heart can’t take much more of this. This is way too sudden. He’s been closer since 2 days ago with Chopper but you didn’t expect this to continue.

“Luffy, is there a reason you don’t wanna get off?” You try asking him, calming your heart down slowly.

“I don’t wanna get off because I don’t wanna. Now do the face again.” The face?

“What faceeeEE!?” He kisses your nose in the middle of your question, sending blood straight to your head.

“Hahaha! It worked!” Your head is spinning, that’s DEFINITELY new. Luffy’s put his mouth on people before like chomping their cheek or arm but a full on kiss, and a cute peck at that, is crazy.

“Oh my.” Nami puts a hand over her mouth as Zoro tries to leave to avoid watching this anymore, his efforts stopped by Nami’s hand grabbing the back of his clothes. This is definitely too much for you, the closeness, the smiles, the words, and now the kiss, you start to stumble and end up on your butt. He stays latched onto you and when you manage to focus your eyes you see him resting on your lap with a bright grin. That’s the last thing you see before you pass out.

(Luffy's POV)

You went silent, how come? “(Y/n), heyyy..” He pokes your cheek then pats your face.

“I think you killed him.” Zoro says, clothes out of place and expression pained from being forced to stay and watch. Luffy puts his ear to your chest, it’s fast but that’s a good sign, right? Nami finally lets the swordsman go and he walks over to you two. “Looks like that pervert back on fishman island. All that’s missing is the pathetic nosebleed that almost killed him.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me. I still can’t believe that happened.” Nami walks over, lifting up her sunglasses.

“Hmmmm….” Luffy stares at your unconscious body, then pinches your nose and covers your mouth. Your face reddens but you’re thankfully saved by Nami bonking Luffy on the head.

“Are you actually trying to kill him!?”

“I just wanted to wake him up…” He rubs the forming bump on his head.

“NAMII-SWAANNNN I BROUGHT YOU A COLD DRINKK~♡♡” Sanji appears from the kitchen with a tray holding a fancy cold drink, his eyes landing on you. “Eugh what happened to him, he looks like a pervert.”

‘Like you’re one to talk.’ Nami and Zoro think at the same time while Luffy starts to smack your face again. Nami pinches the bridge of her nose at the captain’s continued efforts.

“Just get off him for now!” She yells, pulling him off before turning to Zoro. “Zoro, go bring him to Chopper to rest.”

“Hah? What am I, your pack mule!? Why don’t you go do it!?” He points at Nami with a scowl.

“Fine! I’ll just ask Sanji to do it, he’ll be quicker than you anyway since your only strength is whining so much.” That ends up ticking the swordsman off and he grabs you roughly, walking over to the medical bay while grumbling. Even if he knows it’s bait he can’t help it when he’s compared to the cook. Nami sticks her tongue out in his direction until the door slams shut behind him.

“I would always do anything for you Nami-san.” Sanji says, on one knee with the drink on the tray to her.

“I know.” She grabs the drink and takes a sip, sighing in relief at the cool liquid refreshing her body. “Now, Luffy, what was that?”

“What was what.” He says, picking at his ear.

“‘What was what’ What you were doing, obviously!” She sets the drink down on a table next to her chair. “You even kissed him on the nose!”

“I’ve kissed.” He flicks earwax away.

“The closest you’ve kissed is those gross wet ‘smooches’ you do to annoy us.” Nami shivers remembering the feeling of Luffy’s wet smooch on the cheek while latching onto her to prevent her from escaping. Sanji ends up shivering too, also a victim. “That was an actual kiss.”

“Yeah, I wanted to make him do that face I like! The funny one where he gets embarrassed!” He puts his arms in the air excitedly. “That was way better though! All from a smooch on the nose! Brook said to try to lead into it but I got impatient.”

“Brook!?” Nami yells and then smiles nervously, clasping her hands together in prayer as she closes her eyes. “Oh Gods please have mercy on (Y/n) he doesn’t deserve this.”

“What’d he tell you to do?” Sanji asks Luffy, setting the tray down too.

“Axe-in-shoe-ate my personality to fluster (Y/n).”

“Axe-in-shoe.. Accentuate?” He manages to put it together. “So he gave you advice on how to flirt?” Sanji also knows how to flirt, why wasn’t he asked!? He’s about to be offended before thinking more about it. “Well I guess he is older.. tch. Beats me in experience.” Sanji’s still only 21, a youngin compared to Brook who had been almost 40 before death. More experience gained from being a musician on the seas and he gained even more popularity in the two years they were seperated. Heaven in comparison to Sanji who was stuck on that dreadful island. ‘Dammit, why did I have to get stuck there..!’ He curses in his mind, putting his head in his hands.

“He didn’t tell you to steal his underwear or anything right?” Nami asks cautiously. She doesn’t think that Brook would ever go that far as to tell Luffy to do that but she can never be too cautious, sighing in relief when the captain shakes his head no. “Okay, good. He told you to lead more into it, so don’t give (Y/n) a heart attack, okay? I genuinely don’t think he could handle it.”

“He didn’t lead up to confessing to me, though.” Luffy points out and Nami pokes his forehead.

“That’s different from having someone you already like getting all close to you and kissing your nose. I’m not gonna try and act like I have more experience than Brook, I seduce in a different way too, so I’ll just say to listen to whatever he said as long as it’s not stealing underwear or spying.”

“Okay.”

(Your POV)

You slowly awaken on a bed, sitting up. “What a weird dream..”

“Not a dream. You passed out. “ Zoro says, sitting beside the bed and startling you. Chopper walks over holding a clipboard.

“You’re healthy and your vitals are okay so you really did just pass out.” He seems relieved, Sanji must’ve traumatized him. Your mind wanders to what happened and you can feel your heart start to race again now that you know it was real. “L-Lay down if you’re dizzy!” Chopper says, hopping up onto the bed and gently pushing you down onto your back when he notices it.

“Why’d he do that…” You mumble.

“Who knows. Try asking him again if you’re curious.” Zoro seems uninterested, but it’s more that he’s still getting second hand embarrassment. He gets awkward easily seeing people make a fool of themselves, especially for things like love. It’s what's so annoying about Sanji when he’s all perverted. Hard to fit in too when you don’t really have experience with being friendly or loving.

“Ask him again..” You repeat. You asked him and it wasn’t helpful so wouldn’t asking again just be awkward? ‘Maybe I should just ask him straight up if he likes me back.’ That thought crosses your mind but is shut down quickly. You’re in this mess precisely because you got too bold, getting bold again could end up making things worse. Maybe that was just a.. friendship kiss. Luffy did say that he did it to see your face so he probably didn’t mean anything by it, he just wanted a reaction out of you. …That’s disappointing. The kiss was nice but if it was just for a reaction it meant your feelings were just something silly to Luffy, just a joke to laugh at.

“Oi, you’re thinking something depressing aren’t you.” Zoro’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts and you trail your eyes to him. “Knew it, you’re bumming yourself out. I’m telling you if you’re curious just ask him again, I’m tired of you looking like a sad wet dog.” You sigh and look up at the ceiling as Chopper puts a wet towel on your forehead.

“I feel like a sad wet dog.” You say and Chopper looks at you, then puts a sticker on your face that says “Good Job!”

“If you feel like you’re passing out again, come here quickly or lie down to make sure you don’t hit your head.” He pats your cheek with his hoof. “I have blood bags for all of you so if you have a nosebleed make sure to come here too.” You nod, feeling sufficiently cooled down now, and place the towel to the side while sitting up.

“Thanks Chopper, you’re the best doctor ever.”

“Hehe that doesn’t make me happy at all~” The reindeer gets distracted but comes to quickly. “Ah! Okay go eat something now! You didn’t eat after sparring with Zoro.” Your stomach grumbles. Food does sound pretty nice right now…

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There u go. Took a while to get an idea on what to write along with the motivation but i be gettin it. Just havin some trouble. Sorry not much romance in this chappa i also be making things progress naturally. If you liked it like, or leave a comment. I respond to all of em. Also im gonna stop adding the chapter things at the top of the page. Ill still be adding the Next thing but adding each chapter on every page everytime i new one comes out is a really big hassle especially if links stop working and i have to renew them.