#I like Smokey he's a bias can u tell

[yukipri]

Okay, I’ll bite XD How do the first interactions with Smoker go? First mermaid he’s ever seen, and she’s dragging herself along the ground to find the platform. Awww, Smokey could give her a lift, though who can say if he’d appreciate her boobs on his head as much as Ace does, haha!

EYYY a bite ;D

Here’s some Smoker

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The first time Smoker sees Straw Hat, the mermaid is perched on top of the execution platform.

Smoker had read the reports, and had seen her bounty poster, and yet some part of him hadn’t quite believed. A mermaid, as a pirate? With a devil fruit? And in a crew with infamous pirates like Portgas and Thatch no less, in East Blue of all places?

It’s laughable, and the cropping of her photo makes it seem all the more likely that it’s all just a dumb joke.

And yet there she is, red tail gleaming and unmistakable against dark clouds, so ridiculously and jarringly out of place, but very much real. Her announcement that she’ll become Pirate King of all things almost manages to top the ridiculousness of her very existence.

Despite being disoriented, a pirate is a pirate, and Smoker’s duty is to capture her, and she makes for an easy, gullible victim with no Haki to speak of to counter his smoke. Smoker feels a tinge of regret, briefly wondering what unfortunate history and poor decisions led her to be here, pinned by his seastone jitte, when she could have been in the mermaid lagoon on Fishman Island--when he’s stopped by an even more disorienting figure.

Dragon, Supreme Commander of the Revolutionary Army.

Smoker doesn’t have time to dwell on it, because a roar of flame whips past them, and then the mermaid’s gone, now swinging from the back of the fire logia pirate, who has the nerve to give Smoker a cheeky wink before they vanish.

They meet again in Alabasta, and Smoker intends to avoid Fire Fist to take Straw Hat as hostage, but the pesky older sibling keeps getting in his way. There’s now a third brother too, one he hadn’t noticed in Loguetown, but whose identity makes sense given the presence of Dragon, and the man has infuriatingly powerful Haki that bats away smoke like nothing. And to make Smoker’s day even worse, he sees the Whitebeard Fourth Division Commander exhibiting some weird power that wasn’t in his reports, and he’s there with the two older brothers blocking Smoker’s path. Smoker isn’t used to facing challenges, there are few things that can threaten a logia user this far down Paradise after all, and he doesn’t like the odds of him against two logia and a strong Haki user just to get at one damn fish. It’s distressingly predictable that they get away.

He isn’t thrilled when not too long after the incident, his enemies end up rescuing him from certain death via drowning.

He’s on the ground, clothing soaked, having been heaved from the water by Roronoa under Straw Hat’s orders--Straw Hat, who’s suddenly too close, peering down at him with droplets of water still clinging to her hair.

She smiles, seeing that he’s awake and alright, and Smoker feels more winded than he’d been by the crushing water entering Crocodile’s prison room. And then she’s gone, a safe distance away, fists readied to fight.

Smoker doesn’t get it, doesn’t get why all these powerful pirates seem to listen to her, doesn’t get why she feels like no other pirate he’s ever seen, doesn’t get why she seems so close and yet so untouchable.

He lets them go. Straw Hat grins at him, and says, “You’re not so bad!” as she leaves, swinging from Roronoa’s back.

The words stick with Smoker.

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Over two years later (and after that damn cursed War), Smoker runs into Straw Hat again. It’s awful timing, because that damn Trafalgar’s just switched his and Tashigi’s bodies, and Tashigi’s body just doesn’t move the way Smoker’s used to. Smoker distractedly thinks that he and Straw Hat seem better matched now, at least physically (her chest looks a bit bigger though), and he’s insulted when she laughs and says they’ll fight again when he’s back to himself.

They end up having to team up, which Smoker is very disgruntled about indeed (and also, Fire Fist is very VERY not dead like the government had announced, which is its own separate problem), but sometimes the greater evil must be defeated first, and Caesar and Vergo are that evil.

Smoker has known for a while now, that despite their crew’s complete and utter lack of respect for authority, Straw Hat and her brothers aren’t...the worst. The kernel had been planted in Alabasta, and had slowly festered in the back of Smoker’s mind during the two years of their crew’s disappearance, when he’d had had time to question whether Portgas’s execution was truly in the name of justice. And now, in Punk Hazard, they seem even grayer, as reluctant but undeniable allies.

The subtle shift in his perception of Straw Hat still doesn’t remotely prepare Smoker for the mermaid shouting, “Hey Smokey, we’re going to the same place, gimme a lift!”

Smoker doesn’t even have the time to refuse, because suddenly rubbery arms are looping around his neck, without Haki or intent to harm, and Smoker stops his body from turning to smoke just a second before she’s crashing into him. 

And then he suddenly has a mermaid on his back, her soft chest squashed against his coat, her tail whipping through the space where his torso would be if he wasn’t flying. Her arms are loose and trusting around Smoker’s neck, and she peers down at him expectantly, her face close enough for him to feel the soft, foggy puffs of her breath.

She’s perched there like she belongs there, as though Smoker’s her brother or crew, and Smoker HATES how he doesn’t feel angry, disturbed, or even annoyed.

(It’s as though a subconscious part of him wants this, wants to know what it feels like to have her strength and willpower and insanity all compacted into that misleadingly small package and settled against his own body. As though that part of him wants to know what it’s like, to be trusted by the enigma known as Straw Hat Luffy.

(And now that he’s experiencing it, he hates that he can’t feel anything but humbled, and now that she’s there, there’s no way he’ll drop her).

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Haikyuu Horrors — Week 2🔪

Demon — DemonKing!Oikawa Tooru x FallenAngel!Reader

Previous Week: Wendigo — Kuroo Tetsurou x GenderNeutral!Reader 

TW: fire, mentions of torture, religious references, blasphemy i mean seriously demon!oikawa is in love with u ofc it’s gonna be blasphemous

Word count: 2,370

UNDER THE CUT

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One of the many debates in Heaven was why the number of demon contracts skyrocketed as centuries passed. As [y/n] poured the hot tea from the pot into their cup, they recalled their answer - mortals were simply hollow without greed. Koushi’s healing wasn’t enough, Azumane’s protection wasn’t enough, Kiyoko’s beauty wasn’t enough and Daichi’s wisdom wasn’t enough.

But the demons... their services fully relieved whatever emotional or superficial famine mortals were undergoing. They went beyond what a mortal desired and for that, they gained their soul in exchange for temporary pleasures. [Y/n] figured that Tooru - the king that oversaw the sixth circle of Hell - was relishing in the torture he subjected those that were damned to reside in his realm for entirety. 

The tea coated [y/n]’s mildly inflamed throat with a comforting warmth. When they caught a glimpse of the woods from the front window, a bitterness akin to a melting pill on their tongue bloomed within their chest. Keiji just dropped them in the middle of nowhere and by sheer chance, [y/n] eventually found a one-room cabin that’d been abandoned for years. It had barely been a month and [y/n] was already inflated with frustration. How the fuck did mortals live like this? They felt like a goddamn farmer every time they watered the empty vegetable patch and collected leaves from a nearby tea shrub.

Their jumbled thoughts ceased once their ears began picked up on distant sprinting. [Y/n] would be lying if they said that their paranoia didn’t exponentially increase the moment they fell. After all, most of their powers had been taken, besides a small bit of their healing ability and heightened senses. No strength. No agility. No exorcism. Nothing.

At first, [y/n] dismissed the sounds as paranoia - a camper or hiker, perhaps? Despite their attempt at composing a logical justification, a bout of nausea grew within their gut and the muscles along their jaw ached with tension. The sweat that slowly sweeped from [y/n]’s pores pricked their skin as they hurriedly reached for the door, locking the four locks along it.

It couldn’t have been a human. Those sprinting footsteps were far too fast. 

It couldn’t have been an angel. They were forbidden from contacting all of them, including fallen ones.

It could only belong to a demon that donned a human body.

[Y/n]’s hands shivered with a numbing, glacial dampness. They no longer possessed defensive abilities, nor were there any weapons in the cabin that would be effective against a demon. As the sprinting got louder within their ears, a dry knot formed itself within their throat and the intensity of [y/n]’s heartbeat weighed their head down, almost sending them to the floor. They were simply frozen. There was nothing that could be done.

A great force shattered the wooden door into splinters and boards. The locks might as well had been a layer of chiffon. 

‘W-what...’ they backed away slowly, the sharpness of a spike buried within their sternum. He appeared human, but [y/n] could very clearly see his real form. ‘How... Azumane s-sealed you away, I-I don’t...’

‘I didn’t think that this form would leave you speechless,’ Tooru said with pride, flashing a charming smile, ‘I wanted to wear something nice for you.’

‘Wear something?’ [y/n] repeated with disgust, ‘You’ve possessed an innocent man!’ they yelled, riddled with spite, ‘Who is he? A father? A son? A—’

‘I’m offended that you’d accuse me of such a thing,’ Tooru feigned hurt as he approached them, ‘I made all of this’⁠—he gestured in a downwards motion to his body as he grinned—‘on my own. It took a decent amount of energy to make a form this appealing. You could at least appreciate it.’ 

‘Well that energy has gone to waste because I can already see how hideous you look underneath it,’ [y/n] scowled, ‘get out or I’ll send you back to where you belong,’ they bluffed, stretching out their right hand towards him. They wished that the archangels could hear them curse for taking away the only ability that would’ve kept them safe. 

The smirk that Tooru’s lips curled into denoted scepticism and cockiness. The last time a substantial number angels fell was eras ago when they fought alongside the Devil (which, as most knew, ended with a victory for Archangel Azumane when he managed to seal him away within the deepest layer of Hell). Despite that, Tooru didn’t forget that those angels that fell to Earth had almost entirely lost their powers.

‘Come closer and do so then,’ he beckoned, ‘or are you scared that I’ll be the one who sends you to where you should’ve fell?’

[Y/n] opened their mouth to respond, but Tooru’s strides towards them caused that sentence ceased before it even began. In the three centuries they’d been imprisoned in Tartarus, they’d almost forgotten how ugly and twisted a demon’s real form was, even more so when it was the king of a circle. It was such a sharp contrast to the human face that Tooru currently hid behind; a smokey, pitch-black void that dripped with a various shades of a deep crimson. The blurry features of a substantial number of agonised human faces littered his form, their hands either pounding or scratching. He had the skull of a horse for what would be a face and his limbs were thrice as long as that of a normal human; the decaying shreds of muscle sizzling around the cobalt traces of fire lining them. 

At the same time, though, [y/n] couldn’t deny that Tooru’s mortal form was captivating. It was mesmerising enough to render them blind to what lied beneath it. 

‘As if dumping you in the middle of rural Japan like a bag of trash wasn’t bad enough, your powers were taken away as well,’ Tooru stared right into them, ‘a bit excessive for throwing a tantrum about serving ungrateful humans, don’t you think?’ 

Long ago, prior to when [y/n] began to develop an intense loathing towards the archangels, they would’ve sent the bastard right back to Hell so that he’d go back to trapping every damned human within a flaming tomb, or whatever other punishment that the sadist came up with throughout his reign. 

Certain affirmations simply could not be forced, and this was one of them. In a way, [y/n] was starved - they always sought more control, more freedom and much more power. Tooru stole the words right out of their larynx. If Father had truly loved them equally, he would have granted every angel unimaginable power. Equality and bias were opposites and restricting such power to the Archangels was on the far end of that spectrum. The fact that all [y/n] could do was do mortals’ bidding filled them with resentment, so much to the point where they were surprised that none of the other angels sensed it. 

‘I can still feel it so clearly,’ Tooru inhaled deeply with a pleased smile, ‘that pure hatred in you,’ he said, ‘I remember it all the way back from when you fought alongside Azumane when he was trying to seal me away. You were the only being that abandoned the battle,’ his features softened, ‘and for that, you were damned.’ 

[Y/n]’s eyes and nostrils grew warm, lower lip quivering. ‘How did you break the seal?’ they muttered after a short silence, changing the topic and neglecting his earlier statement. 

‘I’m glad you asked!’ Tooru clasped his hands together, ‘All it takes is fire created by an archangel.’ 

‘W-when I fell...’ [y/n]’s heart pounded within their cranium upon realisation, ‘... the embers from Keiji’s fire...’ 

‘Correct,’ he beamed, ‘That reminds me, I should probably thank Makki and Mattsun for taking their hellhounds on regular walks. Those hounds smelled messenger boy’s fire from towns away.’ 

They merely stood there, watching Tooru walk around the cabin curiously. The entire encounter caused an harsh headache to throb along their temples. [Y/n] could sense their eyeballs slowly rolling to the back of their skull and they wanted nothing more than to lay down. 

‘This place is depressing. And I’m saying that as someone who lives in Hell,’ he remarked, his back facing them as he glanced at the patches of dust on the kitchen counter. 

‘Did you come here take me to your realm or to judge my decor?’ [y/n] sarcastically asked, overwhelmed with emotions they couldn’t even describe (divine beings were crafted to be pragmatic, not emotional). ‘If you’re planning on torturing me for intel on the archangels, let me just tell you in advance that they’re still sitting up there doing nothing.’ 

‘Torture?’ Tooru chuckled. When he turned around, [y/n] watched ebony slowly pool into his eyes, starting from his waterline and eventually blending into his pupils. The smirk he wore only amplified his unsettling aura. ‘If that was my plan, I would’ve just asked the kings of the eight circle to take care of you. Tetsurou, Bokuto and Kei would have got you talking in no time.’

The mention of those names drove a shudder to travel through every bone in [y/n]’s body. A sudden heat enveloped them, leading sweat to become a disgusting adhesive between their clothes and skin. The wooden walls snapped and crackled, whereas their lungs felt as though they were on the verge of collapsing into themselves. When their vision grew distorted with heat stronger than that of Tartarus’, [y/n] realised that it was far too late to keep stalling.

‘What I want is to propose an offer.’

With a single blink, cobalt flames erupted from the floor in the form of a dome around them. The intense heat against their skin was excruciating enough to make [y/n] howl and whimper, a first degree burn already flourishing onto their skin. The smoke compressed and stung every one of their internal organs; despite that, they refused to sink to their knees. 

‘God’s love isn’t unconditional, [y/n],’ Tooru began, walking through the wall of fire without a flinch, ‘he made me too, yet he doesn’t love me. And he certainly doesn’t love you either. Not anymore.’ 

Several wooden planks clattered to the dusty floorboard from the ceiling, a thick blackened sheen enveloping them almost immediately. [Y/n] could barely breathe, their gasps and wheezes sharp enough to bear a similarity to skewers impaling them. Yet, terror was no longer within them; merely because they were in the presence of someone who understood. As Tooru cupped [y/n]’s face and stroked their cheekbones with his thumb, the flames began to slowly dwindle into ash.

‘But me? I love you.’

‘What?’ [y/n] questioned, confused beyond measure. Demons were incapable of love - this was either lust or pure manipulation. 

‘I love you,’ Tooru repeated, an unnerving Cheshire grin drawn along his lips. ‘Without you, your rebelliousness, your disobedience, your hatred, I never would have been able to return here,’ he slightly tightened his grip on their face, ensuring that their gaze remained fixated on him, ‘Fallen angels gain great power when they’ve suffered in Hell long enough. Much greater than your father could ever give you. Return with me and suffer, and then... it’ll be yours.’ 

His fingers ran through [y/n]’s hair, brushing away stray strands off their forehead. The gesture was so tender, so human; a complete contradiction to his nature and position. They weren’t sure that angels themselves were capable of carrying out an act that delicate. 

‘I want more than that,’ [y/n] scowled, placing their hands flat against his chest. ‘I want the archangels to suffer. I want every human in Hell. I want the entire fucking earth,’ they curled their fingers into Tooru’s shirt, aggressively pulling him towards them to press their lips against his. They were infuriated by their own thoughts and transfixed by the demon in front of them; it was as though [y/n] believed acting on their blind instincts would somehow enrage the archangels. Their lids slowly sunk closed as he placed one hand at the back of their neck and the other on their lower back, tugging them even closer to his body.

‘There’s only one way to gain that kind of power,’ Tooru smirked as he pulled away, raising their head by the chin with his knuckle to stare right into their irises.

‘I know,’ [y/n] solemnly said, gently stroking his cheeks, ‘Take us home.’

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It would have been logical for one to assume that Hell would be even more unbearable for a being that resided in Heaven for centuries, but [y/n] was an anomaly. They stood in front of the full-length mirror, admiring their formal attire and mortal form. A while ago, Tooru had refurbished the castle entirely while [y/n] underwent the transformation. Although it’d been eras since an angel was turned into a demon, he recalled how lengthy and agonising the process was and of course, he wanted his darling to return to a home they’d adore prior to even entering.

‘Your highness,’ a voice rang from behind them, ‘we await your arrival.’ 

It wasn’t just Tooru and [y/n] that donned their mortal form today. They’d made everyone in the realm do so as well. Demons accepted their appearance, yes, but no one could deny that they were repulsive (after all, [y/n] themselves couldn’t persuade their mind to view their new self as acceptable). Neither of them wanted to stare down at their subjects in their monstrous forms from the castle’s balcony. 

When [y/n] headed towards the balcony, their groom finally came within their sight. ‘My love,’ they cooed, prompting Tooru to turn around. Hajime, his personal advisor, was already delivering a speech about the significance of the day; though [y/n] wasn’t listening, really. 

Tooru took their hands within his, kissing their knuckles with a genuine grin. 

‘The overseer of the City of Dis’—Hajime began his introduction—‘the punisher of heresy, the ruler of the sixth circle of Hell, King Tooru!’ 

Excited yells, hollers and claps erupted as Tooru left their side to appear on the balcony. He stood proudly with a captivating smile, giving a wave to the demons he ruled over. Almost everyone in the realm attended - a “short vacation”, they all called it.

‘And the angel that abandoned the battle against the sixth circle now roams it, not as a fallen angel, but as one of us!’ Hajime announced with a loud, confident voice That was [y/n]’s cue to appear.

‘King Tooru’s [bride/groom], [y/n]!’ 

The buoyant cheers grew once more as [y/n] stopped beside Tooru; yet the attendees might as well have remained completely silent, for all their focus was on him. He wrapped his arms around [y/n]’s waist as they cupped the sides of his face, tenderly placing his lips against theirs and relishing in their warmth and softness. They both currently appeared so humane; however, they knew that they shared an intense ugliness within them. 

‘We will soon dominate the Earth and the Heavens, darling,’ Tooru whispered. 

They wouldn’t have had it any other way.