#In short it is Buggy angst

[hanashiz]

Every Pirates' Dream

He's the man who stood up for the dream he once gave up

[hey-august]

Saw the cuteness aggression post you reblogged and would feel blessed if you ever wrote whump fic with Buggy because I would ALSO love to try and comfort a man who just staggered into the room bloody, beaten and bruised, clearly just thumbling over the threshold of “show no weakness” to “in so much pain he doesn’t even care anymore that he’s hiccuping and sobbing like a child while clinging to you” hurt comfort with heavy emphasis on the hurt? Yes pls

Anon, I'm so so sorry for how long it took me to get to this. I love me some angst and whump, and while I had ideas, the motivation to write was not working with me.

I don't want to keep holding onto this and leave you hanging for even longer, so I wrote out my idea in bullet point format.

I hope this still hits the spot!

WC: ~550 Warnings: buggy x gn!reader, mentions of blood and burn wounds

You and Buggy have an unspoken thing. A mutual pining. There's respect and some affection. A closeness, but still distance and a barrier that neither of you acknowledge.

You're the ship's doctor and the crew was in a rough fight. Lots of injuries, ranging from minor scuffs, to teeth knocked out, stitches, broken noses and broken bones, blood and tears - it's a lot in a short period of time.

You're doing what you can, and those who are less injured are helping where they can.

Once you get through those involved, the captain is the last one left needing your attention.

Maybe he's been sitting nearby the whole time, waving away anyone coming to triage or check on him, snapping that he's fine. Get the hell away from him.

But when the room empties, Buggy crumbles. It starts small, bit by bit as you assess him.

His busted lip is split and bleeding, the color mixing with his smeared lipstick. His right eye is swelling. His beautiful hair is singed. The affected tips are stuck in terrified curls from trying to run from the heat. The smell is clinging everywhere.

But the worst are the burns. You're not sure what happened - some of the other crewmembers had burns and scorch marks, but not like this.

Your captain has some rough wounds on his arms and torso, where the heat ate away at the fabric before feeding on his skin and flesh.

He's wet and sticky. Swaths of skin are weeping. Buggy's feeling exposed, tender, and hurt. Pain is radiating out while regret and fear are falling inwards.

All it takes is one soft comment from you. "You must be in so much pain." You were talking to yourself, but it's the acknowledgement that Buggy must have needed.

The eyes that had been avoiding yours, stopped holding back tears. His clenched jaw and tight lips quiver. He nods.

You can't fathom how much it hurts to move, but Buggy has his arms wrapped tightly around your midsection. His hands are clutching your clothes, pulling them taut. It's like he's a cracked vessel, losing liquid and life, but maybe you can keep him together. Maybe you could fix him. And if not, he wouldn't be alone as he breaks.

Hurting more is often part of getting better. You know this, and you let it happen.

You let Buggy cry against you. You let his tears, snot, spittle, and worries seep into your clothes. You hold the back of his head and put a hand on his back, and rub. You let your own stinging tears fall.

Noises get caught in his throat and Buggy fixes his hold, as if he's trying to wrap himself around you even more. As if he's trying to squeeze every drop of comfort and care from you.

His hands are detached, fingers stretched and probably barely connected, all so he can hold more of you. Even his feet are shuffling, seeking contact against yours. His knees knocking against your legs.

Buggy continues until he's hiccupping and coughing. Until he has a headache and his eyes are bleary.

You should have stopped him sooner. Some of the oozing wounds started to crust and are clinging to the fabric of your clothes.

Buggy whines and grunts as he literally peels himself away.

You still need to clean and dress the wounds, so another round of pain. One could argue that you should have gone ahead and done that right away, but no.

Despite the visible injuries, there's invisible damage that needed to be soothed.

You can almost see Buggy picking up his broken pieces and putting them back together. Recreating a wall, a mask, a barrier.

You know what's on the other side, though. And you will be there whenever he needs you.

[charliethechandelure]

"You will never be able to compare to the golden child"

A comic based on that one dialogue between Loki and Thor...

I hope they both get therapy and a hug

[writingoddess1125]

The old men of One Piece finding out they have a child with you. Pt. 2

Due to popular demand I have a part two for you guys!

Shanks, Buggy, Mihawk xFemreader

Healthy Mix of Angst and Fluff

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Buggy

The crew was quick to follow orders, Cabaji grabbing you as others grabbed your sons. Dragging you from the restaurant you called a home and out onto the streets, screamed fill the air as the village was being ripped apart. Your boys crying out in fear as the crew harshly brought you onto the ship you once were apart of.

You yelped as you were thrown into Buggy's room. Your boys being tossed in as well, you quickly grabbed Dee and Bee and brought them to your chest. Running your hands through their hair as they sobbed against you, shaking like a leaf and terrified.

"Ssshh it's okay my loves it's okay" you whisper trying to soothe them, holding them tightly to try and ward away the bad dream. After a few hours they finally fell asleep, You carefully rolling up and placing them on Buggy's large bed. It wouldn't be best to let them sleep in your arms since they were fairly large and when asleep could kick and roll. You couldn't risk injury if you were going to escape with the twins.

You tucked them into the big stripped bed and sighed- Surrounded by more of this circus shit made them look way more like Buggy then you cared to admit. Smoothing Dee and Bee wild blue locks with your hand you sighed heavily. Trying to come up with a plan to escape- but the plotting was short lived as the bedroom door opened.

Buggy stared at you and then glanced at the boys as they slept soundly in his bed. He was holding a large tray and set it down on the side table, meeting your eyes as he picked up a fork and took a bite from each both and even a bite of the bread, before taking a seat clearly wanting to show it was safe to eat and feed the children. You looked at the food it was 3 healthy servings of pasta with fresh bread and 3 drinks, 2 milks and a ale. You looked at him in question but you didn't dare voice anything. Instead gently shaking the twins awake-

"Eh? Mom?..." Dee mumbled as he rubbed his sleepy eyes. "Dinner is here" You say calmly, holding a bowl out to Dee who gently took it in his tiny hands before waking up Bee with a bit more force and doing the same. Splitting the bread in half and giving each half to your sons to make sure they had full bellies.

You ate your own food, Watching as the twins hungrily ate there like they hadn't had a meal before, havjng to make sure they didnt mess up the nice bed. However you kept glancing back at Buggy, feeling his eyes on you.

He sat across the room stull, watching you closely as you wiped their faces clean with your dress and handing them their drinks and even taking your own ale and sipping it. You saw Bee wat hibg Buggy closely, the two staring at each other silently.

"What are you looking at Old Man?-" Bee snapped as he glared at Buggy. You snapping your finger quickly at him.

"Attitude-" You hissed in warning. However heard a shuffle to see Buggy snorting a laugh and turning away to giggle-

"Damn these really are my Kids- I was at least 90% sure before but now it's 100%!" He laughed, actually Wiping the tears from his face.

"Mom what is he talking about?" Dee questioned first, raising a brow at the Clown in their room.

"Yeah and whats with hi-" You smacked your hand over your sons mouth. Knowing that the following question would lead to a fight you didn't have the strength for.

"Boys this is your father... Buggy the Clown. He's a Pirate Captian"

"Our Dads a clown-" Bee deadpanned as his face looked at you in what can only be described as confused horror. You sighing mentally by this, as Dee stared at Buggy suspiciously.

"How do we know?-" Dee started, But Buggy pulled the hat from his head and bandana to show his blue locks that were identical to their.

"Our Dads a Clown!?" Bee said again this time

"I'm a porate clown-" Buggy shot back as he frowned at the boy. The two locking in gaze of equal stubbornness and attitude.

Dee started to say"Is that why you took us?" But was cut off gloriously by Bee"If you're our dad then you suck! Why did you grab mom by her hair and make her cry!" He proclaimed, Jumping up on the bed and pointing to Buggy angrily. You urging the boy to sit down, But Buggy's gaze softened.

"I apologize- I didn't see it was her or else I would have never raided you town. Instead just picked you three up to take with me" He admitted calmly. The seemed to take the wind from Bee's sails as he sat back down- You also surprised to hear Buggy apologize or be so vulnerable.

"I want to have you three here with me and be apart of my children's life" Buggy started as he stared at you- You started to protest but he held up a hand.

"60 Days, that's all I ask. If in 60 days you don't want me in their lives I'll drop you and the boys off at a Marine Base with some berry. Enough to be comforble for the rest of your lives"

It was a good deal- a damn good deal. It's not like you had a berry to your name or a place to return to. That and he genuinely seemed interested in the boys, you gave a defeated sigh.

"Alright... 60 days- then we will talk from there" Buggy smiled at hearing you agreeing to this. Excitement shining in his eyes as he jumped up from his seat.

"Perfect! You all rest here. I'll leave and bring some supplies for you all" Buggy said calmly as he stood up and quickly left, a grin plastered on his face as he left you.

You should have known that Buggy was planning something. For the next 3 days it was like he turned the ship into a child's dream. There was suddently a absurd about of toys, sweets, every game imaginable too seemed to have suddently appeared. Buggy all to happy to shower the twins in anything they asked for, played any game they wanted.

You inwardly sighed as you watched the twins start to warm up to Buggy, More like clinging to him. Bee seemingly the most interested in him while Dee seemed to just love sailing. Having to be coaxed down from the crows nest were he would hide all day. At the mess hall however is were they fit in the best- It was like Buggy had cloned himself the two perfect best friends, aka himself.

Dee had taken to keeping his hair up due to his time in the crows nest and also had become more confident- pushing his brother back whenever he messed with him a bit too much- As for Bee it was like Buggy 2.0- Loud, flashy and ready to find trouble. It had been only 3 days but so much had changed, Currently it being evening dinner time.

Sitting next to Buggy in the mess hall, who had made it a habit of keeping you close you glared as your son then Buggy who was just laugjing "Benny (Y/L/N) get your monkey ass here right now!" You yelled as you saw your son running down the tables of the mess hall. Singing a made of sea shanty that the rest of the freaks were actually drinking and singing along to.

"Let the boy have some fun (Y/N)! It's not like he's hurting anyone- Besides what's the worse that can happen! Stop with the snooty attitude" Buggy proclaimed with a laugh, you saw Dee get a mischievous look in his eye before slipping under the table. You give a sarcastic smile, knowing your twins all too well.

"Fine then, I won't be snooty for the next hour whatever they damage you gotta clean" You proposes with a smile. He laughed and nodded.

"Deal! Finally now we can have some fu-"

And like a symphony of madness all hell broke lose. Dee had popped put from under the table and grabbed Bee's foot nid step. The singing child falling into a massive bowl of mashed potatos which managed to spray everywhere- coating all the people at the table in potatos and the floor which made a few Crewmates who had been walking slip and slam into tables flinging more food and creating more mess paired with a hunk of cake landing right in Buggy's face. Wiping the frosting as he watched the two boys make a run from the mess hall cackling like two Imps.

"Boys!!" He yelled, trying to wipe more of the pink frosting from his face. You smiled and handed him a napkin.

"Have fun Captian!~" You said with a grin and patted his shoulder as Buggy sat there red faced and glaring at you half heartedly. As if taking your cue, you got up and left. Giggling as you hear Buggy snap at some crewmates to grab something to help clean the mess.

Deciding to take the time for yourself you went to the main deck. Leaning against the rails as you watched the dark waves of the ocean and the setting sun. You couldn't lie and say you didn't miss the ocean, or the time to yourself. You stood there watching as the sun set and plunged the ship into darkness, the lanterns of the ship turning on as well as the ship seemed to be sailing in darkness.

"Enjoying your free time?" A deep voice snapped you from your thoughts. Seeing Buggy walking towards you, his face washed of makeup and hair in a ponytail. Having clearly just bathed after getting the mess hall cleaned.

"Yeah, I forgot how nice it is being on this ship.. How are the boys?" Buggy smiled at hearing you enjoying yourself before shrugging.

"Got them washed up and put them to bed.....They seem to like me" He boated, seemingly proud he had formed such a strong bond.

"That they do" You reply. Watching as he put his hands in his pockets a bit awkwardly, that tough Captian Facade crumbling a bit under his own anxiety.

"(Y/N) Why did you leave?... Was it me? Were you ashamed of me or-" He started, the back of his hand brushing against his nose as the enxiety slammed into his chest.

"What?.. No that's not why I left Buggy- I was scared. How the hell was I suppose to go through pregnancy on a ship? Hell the labor?! That was 36 hours to give birth to both of them!" Buggy winced at the thought, you leaned against the railing and stared at him.

"It was the fact that I couldn't predict how you would react and no idea how to raise a baby here. So in a village with at least some stability seemed like the best option- Even if it ment having to do it alone"

You admit, Buggy messing with his gloved hands. Sadness bleeding through his gaze as he sighed.

"I suppose- I can see your point... but I would have put everything on hold if I knew-" Buggy admitted, before rubbing the back of his head a bit hesitantly.

"You know- We only got 60 days and I've been wanting to take a vacation. Drop off the crew maybe for a bit and I know this really nice island" Buggy said casually. Your eyebrows raising at hearing this- He wanted to stop pirating just for you and the twins?

"What?-" You started but he cut you off quickly. "I mean it would only be a little bit of course- unless something urged me to stay a bit longer. However I think being on the open ocean can be damaging for super long term- I mean the meals can cause scurvy and who knows what else" He quickly justified, even at this distance you could see his ears turning red. You couldn't help but giggle at this, which caught his attention quickly.

"I'd like that Buggy.. But I don't want to take you away from what you love" you say, Watching Buggy take a hesitant step towards you.

"Who knows... 60 days can quickly turn into eternity.. if you want it to.. and i lost what i loved once- Ill never let that happen again" He said locking eyes with you which made you smile brighter.

Shanks

It had been 3 weeks since Shanks arrived- and it had been one journey, The man clearly loved to be a father. Willing to do anything for Vivian, her having the powerful pirate wrapped around her little finger and not even knowing it.

Shanks having let his crew take the time for essentially a vacation on his dime while ge stayed in your guestroom. Excited every morning to wake up and play with his daughter. He bought her so many toys, a chest full of pretty dresses, a giant stuffed monkey and a play wood sword since she had been so interest in his.

She had even taken to tying her favorite green ribbon on his sword since "It looks pretty" and he didn't have the will power to take it off. So for the most part, it had been complete and total bliss.

It was early morning when you heard some loud Noises coming from the kitchen area of your home- Getting up from bed and put on your robe and walked to see what all the noise was.

You stood in the kitchen with a raised eyebrow, the only word fitting this situation was- Hilarious. There sat Shanks, sat on the floor with his back leanes against the oven holding a old muffin. His eyes were covered in a thick layer of green glittery eyeshadow (from your makeup bag) hot red lipstick that was sneered on other parts of his face. Some bows randomly scattered in his red hair. His coat that usually covered his missing arm dropped over your daughter who was still in her baby blue tight gown and she was dragging behind her as she adding things to the spread on the floor. A bag of sugar, some water, a scattering of teabags and whatever had been in the fridge- including half eaten sandwiches and cupcakes which Shanks was currently chewing on.

"Starlight, I don't think there is anyway you can make the wate- I mean tea any sweeter" He said calmly, Watching Vi try to pour more sugar into her little China set with her chubby hands. Shanks cringing a bit at this as she poured him a cup and handed it to him.

"See! Now it's perfect!" She chimed and giggled loudly. He gave a smile as he set aside his muffin and sipped the tea, trying to suppress the cringe from the unholy amount of sugar that was mixed with water and a hint of a poor teabag.

"It's delicious Baby Girl- Fantastic" He choked out, working through a smile as he forced himself to take another sip. You couldn't help bit to laugh, which brought the attention of both Red Heads.

"Mommy!" Vivian chimed loudly running towards you still wearing Shank's cloak and you scooped her up carefully.

"I must say Shanks, you look fabulous" You said with a smile. Shanks Grinning up at you as he sat on the floor.

"I always thought I'd look good in green" He said, Gesturing to the sloppy eyeshadow. Rolling himself up to his feet as he smiled down at you.

"By the way are you ready for today?" You raised a brow-

"Oh boy what do you have planned?" Shanks only gave a wide smile before grabbing a box from the kitchen table and holding up a lovely yellow sundress for you and a similar one for Vivian.

"Fun day out!"

Shanks hadnt beem kidding about a fun day, staring with a lovely resturant on the island, sailing, having in a meadow and then time out at the park the sun started to set. Shanks held Vivian who was passed out against him, walking back to your home. The two of you talking about the time you two where together in the past.

"Thank you (Y/N).." He said softly, Smiling as he watched the sun set and the two of you walked up hill.

"For what?" He smiled brightly at you "Making me the happiest man in the world" You couldn't help but blush at hearing this. Looking away bashfully as you came up to your home, Seeing a man standing there a bit awkwardly.

"Yasopp! Glad you stopped by, This is (Y/N) and my darling daughter Vivian. She's asleep right now but I'm sure she'd love to meet ya"

Shank smiled brightly at seeing his fellow crewmate. However the look on Yasopp face said otherwise.

"Its lovely to meet you (Y/N)... but Captian- we have to talk.." He said softly, Shanks frowning at the tone he gave before gently passing Vivian to you.

"I'll be in a sec" He said, nodding you quickly head inside to get Vivian ready for bed. Yasopp and him talked outside, Shanks looked angry. Staring at the letter and running his hand through his hair clearly stressed. You finished cleaning Vivians face and got her in her PJs, tuckering her in for the night. In the hallway you could hear the should of bottles shifting, turning to see Shanks in the kitchen grabbing the bottle of whiskey you kept on the top shelf- his face twisted in anger as he plopped on the couch.

"You have to leave.. don't you-" You finally blurted out, watching him open the bottle with his teeth and take a sip. His eyes shiny with unshed tears, he nodded soberly as he took a hard swig of the drink.

"Shanks you can't finally meet her and just leave her life-" You stressed, anger bubbling in your chest as you stared at him. He sat slunched in the chair a swirling of different emotions in his eyes.

"They need my help.. and I can't risk it (Y/N).... I can't risk them finding out about you and Vi... they would kill you both" He whispered, shock slamming into you. Your eyes drifting to Vivian's room were she laid sleeping.

"...How long will you be gone" You whispered finally, sitting down on your sofa sadly.

"I don't know..." He whispered, defeat written on his face. Holding the bottle out to you, which you took and started to sip before passing it back.

"When do you leave?" Shanks took another heavy swig of the drink and held it out to you. "Tomorrow morning..." You nod at this- Taking another sip of the whiskey.

"...I-Is she going to hate me?" Shanks whispered, Looking up at were he knew Vi was. You shook your head "She doesn't have it in her heart to hate.." You said softly. He nodded at this and messed with the ribbon she tied on his sword, staring at it hard.

"I love her (Y/N).... so much it hurts.." His voice cracked. But he instead stood up, taking a heavy breath.

"I'm going to get some sleep... you should as well" He said softly, Turning and walking back to the guest room. Leaving you alone with the whiskey bottle, as you put it back in its rightful place. You could have sworn you heard hushed sobs... but left them be and went to cry in your own bed as well.

In the morning, the nice breakfast was made. Shanks feeding Vivian her oatmeal and letting her talk his ear off, you knew he needed this moment. Needed to have this with her. Once breakfast was finishes the three of you started the walk to the docks, Vivian holding Shanks hand as they talked about the pretty ocean.

Walking to the docks he saw the ship being loaded up, Vivian staring in awe at the massive vessel and giggled at the sight of all the men who stared at her and gave friendly waves. Shanks taking a deep breath to look at you both. Hurt shining in his eyes as he swallowed a hard lump in his throat. Kneeling down he looked at Vivian, his hand cupping her chubby cheek as he took a shaky breath holding back tears clearly. "Princess, I've got to go for a while.."

"But why?... you just got here?"

"I know baby girl- But, see there is this trouble maker- His name is Luffy. Think of him as your big brother, he needs my help.. And I don't want to put you and your Mommy in danger while I go get him. So I have to leave-"

He said, Biting his bottom lip for a second as he let a few tears roll down his cheek. Reaching into his pocket and pulling out a solid gold coin- it was quite large and he carefully handed it to Vivian. Her little fingers holding the big coin and touching the detailed design thay decorated it, his Jolly Roger.

"But I promise I'll be back.. but until I do- you have to keep this with you. It's special, it will protect you from Pirates- And when I come back, and I promise I will. I'll trade you that coin for your ribbon back okay?"

He said softly, watching Vivian smile up at him at the promise.

"Okay Daddy.." She said softly before jumping and hugging around his neck. He held her tightly, wrapping his arm around her as if he didn't want to let go.

"Captian-" Yassop said softly, Shanks nodding and carefully standing up. Handing Vivian to you a bit reluctantly, Vivian own eyes starting to water. You held her close as tears rolled down your own cheeks. Shanks leaning in and kissing the tears on your face and one gingerly on your lips.

"I'll see you two again, I swear" He said softly, Stepping back as he followed after his crew. The crew somber like their Captian as he boarded, yelling out commands to set sail. Looking back as the ship began to leave the harbor, Waving at the two of you. Vivian waving back gently as tears rolled down her chubby cheeks clutching the coin close to her chest.

You and Vivian standing on the docks as you watched the ship sail and disapear over the horizon. You sniffles and wiped your eyes of the tears you didn't know had still been running down your cheeks.

Your daughter looking at you and wiping your tears, giving you a smile just like Shanks "Don't worry Mommy.. Daddy said he'd be back"

Mihawk

You stood in your tiny kitchen, rubbing your temple as the days situation settled on your bones. Your son standing next to you chopping vegetables silently, Clearly ignoring the elephant in the room.

"Alucare- Do you want to-"

"No" He cut you off quickly, quickly cutting down on a carrot like it had wronged him. You sighed at this setting the kettle on the stove to start a pot of tea. Knowing damn well what was coming- right on cue there was a knock to the door.

Turning you went to let in the Warlord, he looked like a kicked puppy. Awkwardly standing there at your door with his hat removed, his eyes glancing up at you hesitantly.

"(Y/N)..." He said softly, surprising you that he had even remembered your name. He stepped to the side, inviting him into your home and guiding him to your dining room were he took a seat at the kitchen table.

You took a seat as well, Alucare not turning from preparing the vegetables. A awkward silence following the trio as there was only the sound of chopping.

"Mihawk.. It's been a while" You finally speak, the Warlord nodding in agreement. Silence falling over you two again.

"Oh for God's sake. Alucare sit down please, we are going to get this out" You said, Hearing the shuffle of your son moving from his spot and sitting next to you. You couldn't help but stare in awe- The two sitting across from each other made it seem like they were looking at some odd mirror, they looked almost identical except for the age and minor changes.

"Mihawk this is Alucare, your son. As we can clearly can see. Alucare this is your father Dracule Mihawk"

You introduce, swallowing thickly as the two continued to stare at each other. Silence falling again over you all, Mihawk sighed and rubbed his temple. Turning his eyes away from this odd sort of staring contest.

"Alucare.. That's a good name.. How old are you?" Mihawk asked, staring at his child for a moment before Alucare looked away.

"I'm 16..." He said softly, Mihawk nodding at this before his eyes landed on you.

"How come you didn't tell me- I would have been here, helped you. I have a home and more" He asked, his eyebrows betraying him in pure confusion and he frowned. You sighed and rubbed the back of your neck.

"I was scared- How would it look like if some random person claimed to have some famed Warlords child.." You mumbled, still embarrassed by the whole ordeal. "Besides it wasn't even until after are alleyway escapades that I understood who you were-"

"I see..." Mihawk sighed as he stared at Alucare again, who seemed to grow a bit uncomforble at the direction of this conversation.

"Alucare do you wish to ask something of your father?-" You encouraged. Wanting to create a olive branch between the two.

"What is there me to ask? It's not like it's a secret that we are related or his reputation. The only thing I would wonder is how you found out about us-" Alucare said a bit dismissively, you felt genuine surprise at this. He had never shown anyone disrespect before until now-

"There were rumors of you that traveled to a Marine Base I was at- how a child looked like the famed Mihawk... eyes and all" Mihawk clarified. Alucare only rolling his matching yellow eyes at this, standing up from his seat.

"I'll be dismissing myself. Thanks for the talk" He said calmly, walking out the back door and slamming it shut behind him. You sighed and looked to Mihawk

"Hes normally not like that, I don't know what to say" You admit. But the Warlord just stood up with a understanding nod.

"Hes angry... that I understood.. I'll return" He said before following out the back door as well.

Standing by the grove of trees next to the house Alucare let the cool blade of the knives brush over his fingers, sighing as he quickly released the blade at lightning speed at the carved target on the old tree hitting bulls eye. Alucare walking to retrieve the lone blade and repeat the process.

"Impressive shot-" The deep voice only belonging to Mihawk sounded behind the teen. Alucare glancing back at the man as he resumed his position and went back to throwing his blade.

"Thanks I suppose-" Alucare mumbled as he continued to task. Mihawk sighing softly as he glanced at the sky.

"What is the true reason you resent me- One that you don't wish to express with your mother around" He finally asked, staring at the sky. Alucare faltering in his movements for a moment, keeping the blade in his hands for a moment.

"If you had been anyone else she wouldn't have had to suffer so much-" He admitted, his eyes showing a deep sadness as he sighed "I saw the way they looked at her, despite her smiling and ignoring it.. how she acted as a human shield for me. Because we share blood- How she would sit on the bed after working day and night to put that home over our head... how tired she was and then emotionally carying the brunt of people looking at her in either pity, fear otlr disgust for my sake"

He admitted, throwing the blade once again watching the blade stick deeply into the tree the handle being the only thing that showed. Mihawk quietly listened and clenched his hands.

"I understand... if I had known I would have protected her... I would have protected you- Nothing I can say can make up for 16 years of hardship... but I do apologize" Mihawk said, bowing his head gently.

Alucare looked at him silently for a moment. Looking away for a moment and went to grab the blade.

"...How do you sharpen a blade-" Alucare asked, In his own way accepting Mihawk apology and extending a form of communication. Mihawk gave a hint of a smile on his lips as he stepped forward.

"I can show you-"

Tag List-

For all the people who requested Pt. 2

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『jolly sailor bold. || shanks x reader』

[PART 1 OF 4 - ONE PIECE'S KINKTOBER] - SHANKS VER.

[BUGGY VER.] [MIHAWK VER.] [SANJI VER.]

pairing: shanks x f!reader words: lenghtyyyyy summary: your curse leads you to a certain red-haired pirate that ends up taking you hostage for the rest of your life. And you very much agree with the decision. angst; smut; fluff.

You had been cursed as a young child. A devil fruit user with the ability of merging whatever they had in sight had taken you from your mother and merged you with a fish. A cruel revenge plan taken out on an innocent child that was made to forever swim the ocean.

That had obviously changed you, in more ways than physical. You couldn't establish contact with other fish, you couldn't make friends with humans (who thought you were a freak and a monster) and there were no other merefolk (not to your knowledge, at least.

The insanity of the lonely life had taken a toll on you. You had begun luring in lonely pirates and seamen, only to tear them apart and eat them before they realized you weren't human and tried to hunt you.

It had been going on for decades, although your body seemed to not age at all, more parts seemed to be growing in. At first it was just the long, scaly tail that had almost of a metallic blue and green shine to it. Then your eyes fully shifted to a charcoal black colour, and your hair followed suit. And, in the past years, your arms grew fins and your fingers grew webbing, both a pale green colour.

Your years of solitude were cut short when you found a certain red haired pirate.

The top of your head was above the water as you watched the ship. The captain had only one arm and three scars on his left eye. He seemed pretty goofy, along with the rest of the crew. You almost felt bad for killing them. Almost.

You dove down into the cold sea, scratching the bottom of the ship with your nails that were borderline claws at that point, until you found a tall, wide rock in the direction the boat was headed.

You sat on the rock, in such a way that it would hide your tail as best as possible, and began singing with your enchanting voice.

"My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold..."

You could hear a ruckus coming from the ship, several feet running on the old, creaking boards of the deck, and soon saw a plethora of men (dinner) standing on the edge, looking at you.

"...there is nothing can console me, but my Jolly Sailor bold..."

You heard more feet scaterring and several voices yelling "Behold Man!" and you smirked devilishly.

As the ship approached, the red haired male you had seen before jumped on the rock you sat on. Big mistake. He knelt down a couple steps away from you.

"Hello little lady, what are you doing here? Are you injured?" The man asked, with a deep voice.

You looked at him through your eyebrows and smirked.

"No, but you're about to be." You replied in a husky voice.

You lunged at the man, taking him under water with you so his mates wouldn't attack you and, as you dragged the male down to drown him, you made the mistake of looking him in the eye. And, as you did so, you felt yourself falter, and your body getting weaker, and weaker. Your eyelids began shutting against their will, and you saw black as your body went limp.

When you woke up, you were startled. Once you found you could, you opened your eyes widely and began struggling, looking for the man you'd caught who should've been floating somewhere next to you, only to find that you were stuck in some sort of wooden tub, your long tail hanging out of it.

You felt as if something was weighing on your chest and you couldn't breathe. Panic. You were panicking. Last time you felt that way you were being thrown in the water by your mother.

"You're awake." A deep voice said beside you.

You carefully looked to the side to find the red haired man you had taken into the sea with you.

"Who... who are you?... Why am I here? How am I here?..." You asked, more to yourself than him, with a dry throat.

You coughed after you did so, and the man handed you water. You looked at the glass carefully, not trusting it. The red haired male sighed and rolled his eyes as he took the cup and sipped on it, to show it wasn't poisoned, before handing back to you.

"I'm Shanks. I'm the Captain of the ship. The "why" would be because you tried to kill me. As for the how... let's just say I'm good at persuading people."

You laughed, after drinking the whole cup in one go.

"Sometimes girls get hungry..." You said, biting your lip.

Shanks simply scoffed.

"You are brave, for someone who's in your position to be talking that way..."

"What can I say..." You shrugged.

There was silence, as Shanks admired your body.

"What are you anyway?..." He asked, leaning closer on the tub.

The way he came closer to you showed how unafraid he was of you, of your... exquisite body, so to speak. That was new, you quite enjoyed it, had he not taken you captive.

"Call it a freak of nature, if you will." You replied, as you shrugged

After the man pressed you once more about your origins and anatomy, you decided to answer truthfully.

"I was cursed. Well, that's the cool way of putting it... Some weird Devil Fruit user has the ability to merge stuff together, be it dead, inanimate or alive. I was the result of an affair, from what I could gather in the fight between this woman and my mom. The wife of the man my mom had an affair with found her and decided to punish her by merging me with a fish I guess... In the beginning it was just small changes, some gills and scales, had to spend a lot of time in the bathub but nothing too hard, so my mom attempted to raise me like this. She gave up when the tail began to develop and threw me in the ocean..."

Shanks' eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes were set on your fish-like characteristics as he heard your explanation.

"And you resorted to eating humans?..."

You shrugged once more. It was your go-to answer, it seemed. No better way to show indifference.

"It's either humans or fish. Both of them are part of me, but only one of them cursed me, then cast me away and treated me as a monster."

"But not all humans are to blame for your... curse." The man tried to reason.

"I was also not to blame for my mother's mistakes. Yet here we are." You replied quickly, looking him in the eye with your orbs, devoid of any colour.

Shanks sighed and slapped his thighs as he stood up.

"Hey! Wait!" You semi-yelled, making Shanks stop and turn around "What's to happen to me? What will you do with me?"

"Seems like there is only one thing to do..." He said, sighing and placing his hand on his hip "We'll find the Devil Fruit user and get them to undo this."

Your eyes shined for a moment and your face lit up, before reminding yourself that the race you were talking to was untrustworthy, and the cold expression that was so familiar to you returned to your faced.

"Why. What's in it for you? Aren't you going to sell me to some freak show? Or keep me as a pet?"

Shanks sighed again.

"The only freak show master I know doesn't have me in great consideration, and you talk too much to be a pet and are not that useful." Ouch. "It seems like we'd be saving a lot of lives by helping you. Including your own."

He didn't give you time to reply, as the Captain left the room and closed the door.

You huffed, and relaxed in the tub, realizing that you had been tense this whole time. There was nothing you could do but trust these men now... It was nearly impossible for you to hop out of the tub and drag yourself out on the deck and into the ocean without being heard or seen flopping around, and the porthole next to you was far too small for you to fit through it...

As the sun set and darkness enveloped the room, the red haired man stepped in with a light being held by his mouth and a tray on his hand.

"Do you usually carry stuff with you mouth?" You joke with a teasing smirk.

The man set down the light and the tray, and pushed back the cape to reveal he had only one arm.

You felt embarrassed for a second, but wouldn't let it show (obviously).

"Seems like someone got to you before me." You joked with a simpathetic smile.

The man let out a belly laugh and picked up the tray again, handing it to you.

"You're a cheeky one for sure..." The captain commented and sat on a chair in the corner of the room.

You stared at the tray, it was some sort of meat you obviously didn't recognize and bread.

"This is what?" You asked, a little disgusted, pointing at the sead animal in front of you.

"It's chicken legs. You know, food from an animal that isn't either part of you." The man joked with a smile, pointing between your human torso and fish tail, and you laughed a little.

You picked it up carefully and examined it. You gave up the poison suspicions, if he wanted to kill you he would've done so. You took a small bite, waiting for a nasty taste to hit your tongue, but surprisingly you found it delicious. You widened your eyes and looked at him in shock, before devouring the meal in front of you.

"I take it you enjoyed the food?" Shanks asks with a chuckle, as he raised his eyebrows.

"It was edible." You replied jokingly, licking your fingers.

After taking the tray, the man remained in the room, surprisingly.

"You're staying?" You asked, cocking your head and blinking rapidly, as your eyes were used to a lot more moisture.

"Well, only one person keeps guard at night and I don't quite trust you to not go out there and kill him. I think I'm the only one that can take care of you." He said and winked.

You felt hot. Why did you feel hot? The bath water was cold. Just as you thought about his wink, you shivered.

Shanks raised an eyebrow and looked at the water.

"Is it too cold?"

Before you could reply, he stood up and dipped his hand in the water. Having his hand so close to you... So close to touching your body... It sent a strange feeling through your body, and you didn't know how to react.

"It's... fine. We don't have heaters in the ocean."

Shanks knelt down next to the tub so he could be face-to-face with you.

"Yeah, but you also don't have still water. That," he said, pointing at the water you sat in "will get pretty disgusting if it's not changed, unlike the ocean."

You looked at the water and it was safe to say the man was right. The sediments entagled in your gills and scales from sleeping on the sand, as well as some algae that had gotten stuck to you began staining the water as it cleaned you.

Shanks, realizing you had silently agreed with him, laid a towel on the ground and picked you up over his shoulder. You shrieked and grabbed onto his shirt, not being used to being carried (or manhandled). The captain slowly placed you on the towel, and you watched as he cleaned the tub and replaced the dirty water.

"Why are you going through all of this trouble? It doesn't make sense. What's in it for you?" You asked, seemingly getting defensive all of the sudden.

Shanks scoffed and looked over his shoulder as he worked.

"You have to stop thinking there's something in it for me, sweetheart. I just think you haven't been given a fair chance. Before labeling you as anything, I want to make sure you have a fair chance to become the person you think you should be."

You were out of words. Apologies and "thank you's" were not your strong suit, so you kept quiet. The captain took the lack of response as acceptance, and finished the job.

You could very easily flop back into the tub - you had been climbing up rocks and jumping from them all your life, after all - but you enjoyed it when Shanks picked you up and laid you down in such a careful way, so you didn't protest.

You spent the next three months of the search for the Devil Fruit user listening intently to Shanks' pirate stories and (unconsciously) fawning over him every night when he came to watch over you.

After the first month he trusted you to stay alone, but he woudn't leave you. He'd rather have your company. The Captain loved the way your big eyes shined as you looked at him, paying attention to every of his words.

Both your feelings were very obvious, and had anyone been in the room with the two of you they would've called you out on it. But that was the best part of your "sessions": it felt like a secret. It felt so intimate, it was honestly ironic how either of you failed to realize how infatuated you were with each other.

"Y/N!" The Captain said happily as he walked in the room and knelt down next to the tub.

You crossed your arms on the edge of the tub and laid your head on them.

"Yes, Captain?"

You had began calling him Captain as a joke, but he not-so-secretly loved it, and it showed: he couldn't keep the big, stupid smile off of his face whenever he heard you call him Captain.

"We found her!" The man said, holding your face with his hand "We found the devil fruit user!"

A wave of emotions washed over you. First you were happy, ecstatic even. But then came the panic, fear, uncertainty... And it showed.

"Y/N, what's wrong? You look... disappointed?" Shanks asked, not quite sure how to decipher your look.

You opened your mouth to speak, but you didn't know what to say or how to express what you were feeling - it was all brand new. Thankfully, Shanks gave you time.

"I just..." you started "I don't know. What will happen next? I don't know how to live among people, will I even like it? Will I even be able to walk? Will I miss the sea?" Tears streamed down your face and you were in a panicked state as you thought of all things that could go wrong.

Shanks hugged you and caressed your semi-wet hair.

"Sweetheart," you learned to love that nickname, it always put you at ease "I can't force you to go back to who you were, but I think you'd be infinitely happier on land, with people to talk to, with people to have fun with, with... someone to love." Shanks' voice brokw a little, as he thought of you living happily side by side with someone that wasn't him, but he cleared his throat and carried on "You can always choose to swim in the sea, and you can choose to walk on land and live as you were made to. I know it must be scary, all change is scary, but you won't have to be alone anymore"

By the time he finished, your heart was beating fast for different reasons and your breathing had calmed down.

When you pulled away from the hug, your faces were mere centimiters apart. You could both feel the tension and the attraction, but none of you dared move. You were almost sure you were both feeling the same.

"What do you say, Y/N?" He whispered.

You smiled widely and nodded.

"Let's do it."

The next few days of sailing were intense and overcome with emotion, but it wasn't long after your conversation with Shanks that the red-haired man came in with a big smile. He didn't even bother grabbing a towel - he was far too excited for that. The man picked you up, not caring that he got drenched in tub water, and carried you out to the deck.

The sun hurt your eyes and it took you a while to get accostumed, but the strangest part was Shanks.

"Do it." He said, turned to someone you could not see since you were still flung over his shoulder.

His voice was cold, demanding and soulless. You had never heard it this way, and you had a hard time assimilating that it was, in fact, the Shanks that you knew (and loved).

There was a long silence, it seemed like no one dared move, speak or breathe.

Suddenly, a woman cleared her throat, and you felt as if your body was being ripped apart. You gripped Shanks' back and tried not to make noise, but you couldn't help the toe-curling scream that left your mouth.

You could feel your legs slowly separating, and after a few excruciating minutes your body fell to the ground weakly.

"Y/N! Y/N?" Shanks called, hovering over you and cupping your cheek.

You opened my eyes and looked down at your legs, arms and hands.

"Legs!" You yelled happily and looked up at Shanks "Shanks I have legs!"

Shanks wrapped his arm around your waist and spun you around.

"Shit! It worked!" He said, looking at your face, still holding you up by the waist, as he was afraid you wouldn't be able to stand on your legs just yet.

As he looked down, Shanks realized you were (obviously) naked, and that your body was glued to his. The Captain blushed and fought off any... improper thoughts - he surely wished he had brought the towel.

The man cleared his throat and wrapped his cape around you as he carried you inside and ordered his crew to escort the Devil Fruit user back to the port.

Shanks sat you on a chair on his room and looked through his drawers for some clean clothes,

"Uh here- this ought to fit you."

His cheeks were red (as were yours) and he looked away as you put on his large shirt and a pair of loose pants.

"Can you walk?" The Captain asked.

You gripped the sides of the chair nervously.

"I don't... I don't know."

Shanks silently held out his hand, inviting you to try. You took it and slowly stood up. Your legs were a little wobbly and your walk was a little unsure and weak, but you sure could still do it. Muscle memory from before-fish-time, you assumed.

"I did it!" You said, wrapping your arms around him.

"You did it!" He cheered as well, wrapping his arm around your waist.

When you pulled away from the hug, your faces were close, and after all those years of luring men, you had never wanted to kiss one until Shanks came along.

"Now you can go resume your life back in your hometown!" The man said with a smile.

You stumbled away from him, suddenly finding the strenght to stand on your own.

"What?" You asked, incredulous.

"You can... go! You can live your life again, Y/N." He repeated, not understanding your reaction.

You scoffed, hurt and disappointed. You'd think that after spending every single night together for three months the reaction would be different. You thought Shanks felt the same about you, you thought he'd pick you up, spin you around, kiss you and ask you to stay on the ship, but no. The second you took a couple steps, he was ready to send you on your way.

"Yeah. That's probably best if I go. I'll leave right away."

You turned around, exited the room and slammed the door shut, leaving a confused Shanks behind. You wobbled away as fast as you could, using the walls of the ship as help, persistently fighting off the tears.

"Y/N! Wait! You're leaving now?" He asked, chasing after you.

"Well you want me gone! Might as well start now!" You said while walking.

Shanks grabbed your wrist and you tried to free yourself from it, but his grasp was firm.

"Y/N can we- Y/N can you stop struggling please? Y/N-" When the Captain got tired of asking, he picked you up and brought you to his room, throwing you on the bed as he closed the door with his foot.

"What is wrong with you!?" He roared, looking down at you with a look you couldn't decipher.

You stood up weakly.

"What's wrong with me!? What's wrong with you!" You countered, looking at him with the same mix of emotions running through you.

"Me!? I got you your body back! I freed you! And all I get is a cold shoulder and not even a goodbye? Maybe you are a cold hearted monster after all!"

Silence.

Silence as those words hit you like a brick and Shanks realized what had left his mouth. Tears streamed down your cheeks uncontrollably for the first time in over a decade.

"Y/N-"

He was cut off by you trying to reach the door without another word. The Captain stood between you and the door.

"Y/N please I'm sorry I didn't mean-"

"Let me leave! Let me leave! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!" You yelled at the top of your lungs, banging on his chest with closed fists out of frustration.

"Please Y/N, I'm begging you! I'm- I'm sorry! I was hurt!"

"Oh you were hurt? That's rich!" You said, laughing cynically.

"What is that supposed to mean?" He asked, more calmly.

You stumbled backwards and let yourself fall on the bed, sitting down since you weren't used to standing for long.

"You spent three months with me, every night. You were the only person I ever shared anything with. And then the first chance you get... You want me to leave? To send me away? I-Is that all I am? A project?"

Shanks knelt in front of you, taking your face in his hand like he had done many times before, but this time, it held a completely different meaning.

"Y/N... Is that what you think? You genuinely think I want you to go?" His thumb wiped your tears as he looked into your glossy eyes.

"You... don't? Then why did you say that?..."

Shanks chuckled and looked away for a second before looking back at you.

"Y/N, I want you to stay by my side every day until I die of some stupid reason." You and him cracked a smile at the small joke "I obviously didn't want you to leave, never did. I dreaded this day because I thought you'd want to leave... to be free to explore, find yourself and finally get out of this ship."

You cupped his face gently and felt him lean into your touch.

"Shanks... this is my home. You're my home. Plus, what better placed to explore in than a fucking ship!" I said with a smile and laughed.

Shanks retributed the smile, twice as big, and laughed as well.

"Hey little lady! Language!" He jokingly told you off.

You stared into each other's eyes as your heads tilted ever so slightly. That was the moment. It felt right. It felt perfect.

Your lips touched slightly, and you pulled away just as quickly, trying to process the moment. But when you realized how much you wanted it, how much you needed it, you grabbed him by his collar and pulled him closer, smashing your lips together. The kiss was rough and passionate, full of emotion.

"Princess I planned on taking it slow, but if you keep this up I won't be able to hold back much longer." Shanks whispered as he left sloppy kisses on your neck.

"Don't hold back. I want to feel everything I've been missing out on." You moaned.

"Well in that case," Shanks paused, as he manhandled you to lay on the bed and spread your legs so he could hover over you "let's give the crew something to complain about, shall we?"

The Captain didn't wait for your response, he simply captured your lips in a rough kiss once more and yanked down the pants you were wearing. His fingers slowly travelled down your body and parted your folds. You watched as he then took them up to his mouth and licked them clean.

"Who knew you'd still be this wet outside of the water?"

You blushed and rolled your eyes with a smile at the cheeky jokes you'd come to love.

Shanks removed his cape and shirt, and then kissed down your body, slightly pushing up the shirt you wore to reach your stomach. He pondered on removing the shirt, but decided against it - the Captain thought you'd look good being fucked in his shirt.

He toyed around your pussy, biting and kissing several spots on your inner thighs until you were moaning desperately.

"Please touch me there Shanks..." You begged.

That was his cue to begin eating you out like a hungry man. You didn't even know how to describe the feeling, but that didn't stop you from trying.

"F-fuck! That's so good Shanks- so good!" You moaned, as one of your hands gripped his sheets and the other tugged on his hair.

He moaned at the feeling of his hair being pulled and you swore the vibrations made it even better.

Shanks slapped your inner thigh and gripped it over and over, and you could feel something in the pit of your stomach forming.

"Oh shit-" You moaned.

Your breathing accelerated and your eyes closed as your back arched, preparing for whatever was coming.

When suddenly Shanks' mouth pulled away.

"What did you do that for?" You whined, looking at him through your lashes.

Shanks hovered over you and kissed you deeply. You could taste yourself on his tongue and you both moaned into each other's mouths.

"If you're going to cum for the first time sweetheart, you're doing it on my cock."

His hand expertly pulled his cock out, and you whimper-gasped when you felt it hit your pussy.

You looked down at it and widened your eyes.

Shanks laughed and caressed your cheek.

"You okay there, princess?" The Captain asked as he ran the tip of his cock along your folds, making you hiss.

"I'm- I have mixed feelings. Is all that going in me? And it feels good?"

Shanks chuckled and pecked your lips.

"I'll go slow, doll. If it doesn't feel good, you tell me, okay?"

You nodded, giving him the greenlight.

Shanks pushed into you, very slowly, carefully watching your face through the whole thing, until he bottomed out inside you.

"How you doing, dollface?" The man asked.

He wanted nothing more than to ram into you until the only word you could say was his name, but the man was patient.

"It feels... odd. But good. K-keep going." You said, suddenly feeling hot and shy.

Shanks slowly moved in and out of you, finding a merciful pace to fuck you in. His hand found your ass, that he gripped as tightly as he could without hurting you, taking out some of the frustration of not being able to fuck you as he wanted.

It became especially hard when you began tightening around his cock and moaning his name.

"Go faster, please-"

Those words were the only thing he wanted to hear. Shanks slapped the aprt of your ass he could reach from that position and steadily picked up the pace in which he fucked you.

"S-shit this is so fucking good Shanks!"

Your praises and moans were the sweetest sound he'd ever heard, and the man wanted to hold on as long as he could, to listen to them as long as possible.

The way his shirt looked on you while he fucked you was an even bigger ego-boost for him. You looked his, you looked like you belonged to him. Wearing his shirt, on his bed, with his cock buried deep in you... Fuck, it was a sight to see.

He bent over as he fucked you, his hand grabbing the base of your neck as his lips left sloppy kisses and small bites all over it.

"I wanna fuck you dumb. I wanna fuck your pretty little pussy so hard Y/N."

You didn't know how much you enjoyed dirty talking until you heard him whisper those words to you, and the most sinful moan left your mouth.

"Do it! Shit- fuck!" You cursed as he fucked you at an impossible pace.

Skin slapping and squelching sounds filled the room along with your moans and groans, and the familiar feeling at the pit of your stomach returned. You had no way of knowing you were about to cum so you couldn't warn your partner, but Shanks knew. From the way your back arched once more, and your hand gripped the wrist that was gripping your thigh, he knew you were close.

Shanks tried to hold off his orgasm as long as possible, and it was painful but oh so worth it. Your pleasure-filled face, mouth agape followed by the incessant calls for his name in the form of moans... it was art.

He came right after, burying his cock deep in you, making sure it all stayed in. His mark.

The Captain pulled out of you with a groan and plopped next to you. You waited no time to roll over and lay your head on his chest, swinging your leg over one of his as he wrapped his arm around you, his hand laying on your butt softly.

"I don't think I'll be able to walk for a different reason now..." You said, smiling up at him.

"Hey you're getting good at making corny jokes like me!"

You laughed together, then a deep silence ensued.

"Shanks... did you mean that?"

He cocked his head slightly.

"About what? Wanting to fuck you dumb? Oh very much!"

You laughed and slapped his chest.

"No! About... really wanting me here... by your side."

Shanks smiled as he looked at you fondly and placed a soft kiss on your lips.

"If you promise to tolerate me, I'd like to have you by my side until the end of my days."

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Drinking Drabbles

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Themes: Two of scenarios with a few one piece characters x reader, gn reader, suggestive in some, canon typical violence, angst, fluff, romance, friendship. Drink responsibly!

Characters: Rosinante/Corazon, Mihawk, Buggy, Sir Crocodile, Koby, Smoothie, Fukaboshi, Vivi

Notes: Trying to get my sparkle back. Expressing gratitude to Discordant's OP OC discord server for hanging out and suggesting characters for me to try for. Love the characters, and I adore writing for new ones to me.

Drinking with Rosinante / Corazon

Looks like: sharing a glass of wine over dinner, hearing the uproar of laughter at the head of the table - his brother cackling at a joke he told. Sharing subtle glances, pouring a new glass for one another while stealing a moment where your fingers brush together while reaching for the same bottle.

Also looks like: Sharing rum in the cold, willing your bodies to keep warm while caring for the sick child in the snow. The burn ignites in your throat, but the heat is makes the night pass in a more comfortable fluidity. The only blanket available to you is tucking the child in, but you both make do by sitting beneath the dark cloak. Shrouded in feathers, sharing those touches you longed for back at the dining table, the rum feels more like home now than that wine ever did.

Drinking with Mihawk

Looks like: a bottle of his private reserve label, uncorked by a methodological approach of a saber to the glass lip. Expertly decanted, rested for the appropriate amount of time, and shown how to enjoy the glass properly. He does not invite your glasses to touch, for fear it would disturb the wine with such a crude approach, but he does indicate for you to drink it with him in unison.

Also looks like: drinking straight from the bottle neck, poured by his hands and coaxed back into your lips by cradling your head and ensuring you don't spill a drop, before doing the same for himself. Anything to get through the voice of the clown at the table. He will have you closer to him for moral support, and will enjoy ensuring you are both equally topped up while glaring at Buggy for the duration of your stay with Cross-Guild.

Drinking with Buggy

Looks like: Something fruity, decorated with an outrageous amount of umbrellas and shaved ice dancing at the brim. It's too sweet, too bubbly, and too much all at once. Paired with a nasally cackle, lively music, linking his arms with yours and dancing a jig on the table, drink sloshing from the side, everything is perfect for the clown: the star of the show.

Also looks like: Aiding him to drink straight spirits as he sits on the bathroom floor, icing the bruises he's received at the hands of Crocodile and Mihawk while he openly sobs and apologizes for looking pathetic. A quiver to his lips, the swell in his bruised eye, he expresses his gratitude by silently whispering it as intimately as he can to you.

Drinking with Crocodile

Looks like: a circular short glass with a small cubic stone cooled by frost, drinking the most expensive and lush whiskey to ever be produced. Not dampening the flavor with water falling from ice, simply cooling it to enjoy over the palate. Everything is lush, filled with luxury, and likely paired with a cigar as he gazes at you with a predatory look in his beady expression.

Also looks like: Sneaking it in your clothes and fishing it out once below the cells in Impel Down, feeding him through prison bars and apologizing that it's not his favorite. He's looking up like it is his lifeline and an angel is offering him their tether to the great beyond. Those eyes that once looked like a predator on the prowl now humble themselves before you as he sits on his calves and drinks messily from the glass lip of the rum bottle.

Drinking with Koby

Looks like: Sitting at the table surrounded by Alvida Pirates, letting the pink-haired ‘chore boy’ fill your tankard from the barrel and giving him praise for it. Alvida chastises you for expressing gratitude to the smaller pirate, but you hush her with a crass joke and continue to dote on him while you drink. You offer him a sip from your glass that he throws back with practiced precision, causing you to laugh with him and invite him to sit with you for the remainder of the evening.

Also looks like: Bound in chains, on your knees and contained within the brig, a pink haired captain, once pirate from long ago, offers you a kindness of a drink while transferring you to Impel Down. He was not as quiet as he once was, but his kindness was still present as you knew it to be. You humored him by drinking all he offered you with your hands tied behind your back, as submissive as he was all those years ago. Your gratitude is on your lips, smiling as a drop is collected and wiped by the pad of Koby's thumb. He utters apologies, and you reassure him that you won't take it personally.

Drinking with Smoothie

Looks like: Sitting at the table, surrounded by her siblings, enjoying something a little on the sweeter side. Something mixed in with juices, a precious concoction that paired beautifully with the sweets offered at the table. Brushing glasses with one another, your eyes meet hers and she gifts you a rare, soft smile reserved for when he desires to showcase her sweetness.

Also looks like: Draining the life out of her enemies, blood gushing over her full lips and spilling down her chin, she bows her head to you and gives you a mischievous grin. Pulling up a cloth, you press the material to her lips and remove all blemishes of fluids from the human she drank from. You would rather watch than participate in this brew, but she enjoys watching you squirm as she presses her lips delicately to yours soon thereafter.

Drinking with Fukaboshi

Looks like: A room filled with tension, barely a look shared between you while negotiations between humans, mink, and fishfolk sit and discuss how to progress in a proper manner. Once decided, all raise their sake bowls and salute them with one another. Finally making eye contact with the mer Fishman, you both share a glance before pressing the sake to your lips and draining it of their contents to solidify your fresh alliance.

Also looks like: Tucked beneath the figurehead of the vessel you served aboard, sharing a moment with one another in the silence. All softness, all secretive, all in a world carved just for you, you both enjoy a swap of culture. He, a bottle from his homeland, you, a bottle from your own. Discussing the differences in textures and flavors, you both feel a pull in your chests as the sun slowly slips over the horizon.

Drinking with Vivi

Looks like: Sitting around a table, shrouded in darkness and surrounded by the vapors of sour cigar smoke, and raising your glass to your glorious leader a the head of the table. Bananawani in the corner, several of the members strike up conversation, and you and Miss Wednesday are no different. There was something in her tone and demeanor that seemed out of place, but you paid it no mind because you had secrets of your own. Drinking and cringing a little at the burn, you both drank and discussed the various interweavings of Baroque Works and where your missions would take you next.

Also looks like: An uprageous celebration for the return of Arabasta’s princess, drinks of all bubbles and honeys swirling in a variety of glassware. Watching as she flawlessly navigates the room full of her supporters, she gives you a look like the one not so dissimilar from your years serving together in Baroque Works. Catching you in the corner, she brushes her glass against yours with a hidden smile peaking at the corner of her lip: a silent promise that she will keep you by her side all the remaining of her days as ruler.

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Chapter IX | W.D.Y.W.F.M?

Summary: You moved to one of the biggest cities in the world - Grand Line to pursue filmmaking career. Soon enough your path will cross with the vocalist of upcoming band called “The Neighbourhood”. At first you decided to be just friends - because it would be easier, but sadly as everything in life sometimes by taking the easy path we regret a lot of things.

Main characters: Portgas D Ace x Reader (female)

Supporting characters: Nami, Usopp, Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Law, Deuce, Shanks, Buggy, Sabo, Eustass Kid, Koala, Robin, Dave (OC)

Description: Modern AU | Musician Ace

WARNINGS: explicit language, mentions of alcohol, mentions of cigarettes/nicotine, mentions of loneliness, angst, mentions of of depression

Word Count: 12,3K

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Wiping the last table of the night a tired sigh left my lips. My whole body ached from the long day in university and then the long shift at work. For the past two months now, I have been taking frequently shift’s at ‘The Red Pirates’, as it kept me and my mind busy from everything that had happened.

“Wanna ride home?” Kid approached me as I went to throw away the rag I have been using to clean the tables.

“Sure.” I replied without looking at him. Washing my hands I looked over my shoulder at him. “Are you done?”

Nodding with his head he grunted. “Just have to change and lock.”

“I’ll wait for you outside.” Grabbing my bag from under the bar I made my way outside.

If I have to describe the last two months with one word it would be – odd. I felt like I was being trapped in a never-ending cycle. There were days where everything was fine, and my mind didn’t think of what had happened between me and a certain someone. But on the days like today, I couldn’t stop the memories of that night coming back to me.

I thought that by now I should have been over it, over him. And partly I was or I wanted to believe so. Maybe it was the fact that he rejected me so cruelly that still brings me back to those memories. Or the fact that I still doubt if he was honest with his words, as his actions didn’t match with them… to some extent.

I have been doing everything in my power to avoid knowing or hearing anything about him. Every time Nami or Usopp would mention something about him or the band I had to become more and more creative with excuses to leave the table and go away or change the subject fast. Nami had asked me multiple times what has happened, but never got an answer from me, because it was pointless. I didn’t want to hear ‘I told you so.’ Nor having to recall aloud the memory of him.

If I didn’t occupy my mind all the time with something I was always going back to him and as funny as it may sound, I still find myself crying to sleep some nights. There were many times where I want to pick up the phone and call him and just ask ‘Why?’. Why it had to be this way? Why a part of me had to still be stuck with him while he was out there acting like a big rock star.

The first two weeks, after the whole fight between us had happened, were hard to remember. The first three days, till this day I couldn’t recall as I spent them in some lucid dream stage. Everything was so clouded in my mind that until the fourth day the rumbling in my stomach was so bad that I had to push myself to get up and eat something, which after three bites I couldn’t no longer eat and less than an hour I threw up. I have never had my heart broken before. My mind, my body and my heart were hurting at the same time, and no medicine had the cure for it as cliché as it might sound. The pain was so hard to handle that most of the days I spent on sleeping pills which weren’t helping much as I was barely being able to sleep as he was haunting me in my dreams as well. It was like no matter what I was taking or trying to do to distract myself I couldn’t escape him.

To my own surprise the person who was slowly but steady pulling me of this hole I have fallen into was Kid. This grumpy punk head man was my only source of light in these dark for me days.

It all happened when one night after we had closed, I told him to go and that I would lock the bar to which he, of course, agreed to. Before I left, I went downstairs and changed to my own clothes instead of the ones I was working with and sat for a second on the couch Shanks had put downstairs in the changing room/storage and pulled out my phone, scrolling on it for a bit.

I had avoided using social media as much as possible and just when I was about to close Instagram, a post from some music updates account appeared on my feed and of course the post was about his band. It was all four of them on the picture, but my eyes focused on him only, as always, as a habit, an awful habit.

My hand which was holding the phone had started to shake as I pressed my other hand to my mouth as a loud sob escaped my lips. Dropping my phone on the couch next to me I bent my legs and pull them closer to me, wrapping my arms around them as I curled into a ball on the couch and cried.

I haven’t seen his face for almost a month, I didn’t even open my camera roll just so I didn’t have to look at the last thing saved in it, and it was the video I had taken of him and the stary kitten when we were out, because I couldn’t bear to look at him. I couldn’t bear to look at him and being reminded of all the things we would never be.

I didn’t know how long it was nor when Kid had come back until I heard his grumpy loud voice.

“What are you doing still doing here? What if someone has come in and steal something.” His presence startled me, and I tried to quickly erase the tears from my face. Kid noticed it and his annoyed and angry look on his face softened a bit. “Hey, brat. You alright?”

“I’m fine.” My voice was low and cold. I didn’t want to speak to anyone, let alone him out of all people. I quickly got up from the sofa and sniffed as I looked away. “What are you doing back here?”

“I forgot something.” Opening his locker, he took whatever he had forgotten and closed it. Embarrassed that he had seen me like this, I didn’t dare to look at him as silence took over the room. What broke the silence was his deep sigh mixed with the grunt of his voice. “Come on, brat. Get your stuffs, I’ll drive you home.”

“Thanks, but no.” Grabbing my back from the locker I closed it and quickly made my way to leave the place.

Going outside, Kid was quick to follow me. “I wasn’t suggesting. I’m driving you whenever you like it or not.” He said as he stood in front of me.

“I said no, Kid.” I grit my teeth as I put the alarm and locked the bar. Turning around I walked away which irritated him.

“Stop actin’ like a spoiled child and just come with me.” Coming after me he grabbed my hand and pulled me back to look at him.

“Kid let me go.” I could feel the tears starting to build in my eyes again, not because he was hurting me or anything like this, but because I just wanted to be left alone.

“You don’t need to tell me shit, just let me drive you home.” I didn’t expect such response from him. His voice was still irritated and his whole face was grumpy as always, but not his eyes.

“Why?” Sniffing one more time I pulled my hand away from his grip and this time he let go of me.

“Because it’s too late and if something happens to you, I don’t want to listen to Shanks nagging.” Pulling his car’s key he nodded to follow him.

I knew that I have a choice and if I continued to insist, he would just give up at some point and leave me alone, but I didn’t have the energy for this.

Getting into the car none of us said anything. This felt like a déjà vu. Last time Kid offered me a ride home was on Halloween after I had left the part where I had my first ever confusing situation with the same man I was currently crying over for. And here was I again. Three months later, same car, same seat, same person causing me distress by their actions of rejection.

Glancing at me, Kid exhaled as he returns his gaze back to the road. “Why are you sad?” I was more than surprised that he was first to break the silence, let alone with a question leading straight to the point.

“What happened with ‘I won’t ask questions’ ?” I mocked his voice. Kid only side-glanced me which made me feel intimidated a bit. “I’m not.” I didn’t want to speak mostly because if I did the tears and the sobs, I was fighting so hard, would win over.

“Bullshit.” He chuckled ironically. I just glanced at him without saying anything and turning my eyes back to the window as I observed the streets outside.

“Wait, where we are going?” I looked back at him as none of these streets lead to mine.

“For a drink. You need one.” He mocked me as he side-eyed me once again.

“What?” I turned my body in a way to face his. “I’m not going out for any drink. Drive me home.” Raising my voice at him, thinking that he would listen was quite fullish of me.

“I will. After we grab a drink.” Parking the car in front of one of the many bars in this town which were open until five in the morning he turned to me as he took off his seatbelt. “Come on, brat. Just one drink. You need it.” Winking at me he got out of the car and waited for me to do the same.

Two beers later I was an open book. Telling him everything from A to Z. The fact that I was barely eating these past three weeks and even drinking water to begin with, I was surprised that I didn’t get drunk by the first beer alone.

“And he kissed me.” Slamming the glass a little bit too hard on the table, some of the beer got splashed around. “Like… he ran all the way down to the first floor, k-kissed me like… like I’ve never been kissed bef-” A hiccup interrupted me mid-way. “Ops, sorry. Anyway, kissed me like I’ve never been before and guess what…” I waited for Kid to say something as my pupils had widen from the alcohol and all the emotions I have had been holding onto. He didn’t say anything as he looked at me with an unreadable face.  “He fucking rejected me. The fucking asshole just looked me in the eyes and told me he felt nothing. He felt nothing.” My voice had raised a bit too much and we got a few looks being shot towards us.

“Maybe lower the voice a bit.” Kid mumbled as he didn’t enjoy the praying eyes on us.

Not paying him any attention I continued with my drunken ramble. “He felt nothing Kid… nothing.” I could feel my eyes watering again. “I went there and pour my heart to him like some fool and what did I get back? Nothing. He didn’t even bother to reject me nicely, no.” Wiping the tear that had fallen from the corner of my eye with the back of my hand my gaze locked with Kid and his very judgemental one. “What?”

“Nothing.” He replied before taking sip of his own beer.

“If I hear one more man answer me with nothing I-… I swear to God I will-” Adding aggravation to my sadness wasn’t want I wanted, but this pissed me off.

“Chill, brat.” Kid rolled his dark maroon eyes at me. “I’m just surprise that you were so… pathetic.”

“Pathetic?” Frowning my brows I looked at him questioningly. What did he mean by this?

“It’s the same guy from Halloween, right?” I never mentioned who the guy was. Looking down at the floor to avoid Kid’s eyes, I nodded. “You said that he is acting like an asshole, if that is the case then you should have just done nothing and wait for him to reach out for you again.” Crossing his muscular arms in front of his chest he smirked at me. “If you’ve given him at least a week now you wouldn’t be here.”

“So, I should’ve let him play me instead?” I didn’t really understand the logic behind Kid’s words of advice if I could call it such. “I did this because I got tired of these games.”

“Games or not you want to tell me that if he comes back now you wouldn’t craw back?”

The question made me freeze for a second. He would never do this. He made it clear; I was nothing to him. I was just some ‘doll’ he liked to play with from time to time when he felt bord.

“He would never.” I whispered.

“Yea, sure.” Kid laughed mockingly, grabbing his beer again and taking a big sip of it.

I wouldn’t craw back to him, no matter what. He had hurt me so much and if I was to forgive him, I wouldn’t be able to handle the pain he had caused me one more time. I was barely handling it now. Adding to the pain and the disrespect was also my self-respect which I was willing to protect or at least whatever was left from it. I have forgiven enough.

“I wouldn’t go back to him Kid. Not this time.”

After this night something between me and Kid changed and it turned out that he was in fact an asshole, but whenever he wanted to, he could also be a nice one. We hang out after work from time to time after that night and surprisingly I have found myself being able to share my pain about certain black haired man with only him, because even if he did judge me, he also listened to me.

It also turned out that when he wanted to, Kid could talk a lot. After he had locked the bar, and he drove me home he was telling me about some girl he had met on Saturday while he was out with his friends.

“Someone has a crush.” I teased him and he just side-eyed me with an irritated frown on his face.

“I do not.” He grunted.

“Oh, come on, Kid.” I chuckled. “When you want to you can be a charm you know.”

Glancing at me he raised one brow. “Oh, is that so?”

“Yeah.” I nodded. “You know I had a little crush on you when I first started working at the bar.” I couldn’t help but laugh as I just confessed that I used to have a thing for him.

“You did?” He turned his head towards me, and I pushed it back as he was driving.

“Eyes on the road.” I said to him. “And yes, I did. But this was like what, three years ago now? Anyway, it was a very short crush, mostly because you acted like an ass to me.”

“Can a person help it? You’re such a brat.” He grunted, but not with his usual bitterness, but very lightly and jokingly.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” I rolled my eyes playfully. The car stopped and we have finally arrived on my street. “Are you free this Saturday?”

“Think so. Why?” Turning his head to face me he gave me a questioning look.

“My friend Sanji is having a birthday party, a very big birthday party, and I was wondering if you want to tag along?”

Nami has bothered me for weeks to go to Sanji’s birthday party. I have been wanting to go but knowing who would be there was stopping me. The whole friend group would be there and as much as I loved them, I also have been avoiding Luffy, and his hundredths attempts, to reach out to me after what had happened two months ago.

“Hell no, brat.”

“Come on, Kid. I need someone to back me up.” I whined as I grabbed his shoulder and shook him.

“The fuck?” He looked at me in disbelief as he pushed my hands away. “I don’t want to hang out with your and the Monkey brat’s friends.” I have always forgotten that he knew Luffy. “And back you up from what?”

“Well, I haven’t really hung out with them recently as I kind of avoid them.” I murmured.

I have stopped going to parties or just causal hang outs with everyone, expect Nami and Usopp from time to time after school. Nami was the only one who has suspected that something had happened, but I have avoided to hang out with only her, afraid that if I do then she would make me speak about it no matter what.

“Why you avoid them?” Kid asked curiously.

I never told him who had broken my heart. He didn’t know that it was Luffy’s older brother who did so. “I’ve avoided them for the past few weeks and in case it is awkward I need some backbone with me there.”

“And you ask me?” The look of his face was priceless. He looked confused, surprised and uncomfortable at the same time.

“Yes, why not?” I was starting to get confused myself, why it was so strange to invite him.

“Why yes?”

“Ha-ha, very funny Kid. You’re so fun and quirky.” Rolling my eyes at him I sighed. “Come on, it will be fun, plus there would be so many people if you don’t want to hang out with me, you can always find somebody else.” I wasn’t sure myself why I insisted on him being there, but I wanted him to come. We have become very close, so it will be nice to go and party.

“Again, if there will be so many people there, why should I be the backbone?” His annoyed grunts made me roll my eyes once more.

“Okay you know what – sorry that I’ve asked in a first place.” Taking off my seatbelt I reached out to open the door, but Kid stopped me as he grabbed me by the arm.

“I’ll think about it, brat.” He let go of my hand and I smiled at him. “Also, is your Romeo going to be there?” My smile immediately disappeared as he mentioned him.

“No.” I swallowed hard. “He shouldn’t he is not close with Sanji.” I opened the door and got out of it, but before I closed it, I turned to Kid and gave him a mischievous smile. “Did you get that girl’s number?” Kid nodded slowly as he knew that I have something in mind. “Tell her to come as well.” I winked at him and shut the door behind me before he could cuss me out.

Last night was the last show of the tenth the band had around the country. At first it was only five shows scheduled, but they sold out so fast that their manager – Marco, had to double book the venues as the demand for the guys was over the roof. When they added the extra night to each city the tickets again got sold out immediately. The guys themselves couldn’t believe how fast their popularity had grown and continued to do so.

On top of it they had released their first single of their upcoming album – Daddy Issues, which was playing everywhere -radio stations, MTV, YouTube, Spotify, TikTok etc. you just named the platform the song was already there, used for an edit or something else. It has even started a trend around social media. It turned into a big hit, maybe even bigger than ‘Sweater Weather’. In between the shows the guys even filmed a music video for it and it has already come out.

But while Deuce, Law and Sabo were enjoying the success of the band, Ace couldn’t say the same. Those two months, since the last time he had seen you have been like a hell for him. Ace never believed in heaven or hell, but he was sure that he has already been living in hell. The only time his mind calms a bit was when he was on stage, but even then, it felt like all the songs he sang were connected to you one way or another.

Everyone around him noticed that he has been carrying some emotional pain for some time now, but he didn’t let anyone close enough to speak with him about it. They all had tried, but they were all met with the same response – “Leave me alone.”

Ace didn’t even bother to spend any time with his friends. If it wasn’t for something related to work the guys didn’t see him at all. Everyone was worried about him.

He was so down since the last time he had seen her, because that night he didn’t only broke her heart, something he would never forgive himself for doing, but he also broke his own. He broke his own heart to a point that nothing really brings him joy. Yes, the shows did, but it was for only what – an hour and a half?

Ace have been regretting what he did since she ran away from him crying that night. He wished he could turn back time and slap himself across the face. To add to his pain, recently he has been living with the thought of – what if…

What if he had told her that the feelings were mutual? What if instead of saying all the hurtful, nasty things that he didn’t mean at all, he had told her exactly what she actually meant to him? What if instead of running after her in the elevator, he had kissed her instead in the middle of his living room? What if instead of causing her all this distress and heartbreak, he had wiped her tears away and just embrace her?  “What if?” This question didn’t leave his mind even for a second.

Laying in the middle of the bed in his hotel room, he just sighed. Ace found himself once again lost in his thoughts for (Y/N). He never stopped thinking about her, and he doubts he ever will. Because of this, he has found himself in a crossroad of a decision – when he got back in Grand Line City to go and beg (Y/N) for forgiveness or continue to live the way he does now. The second one had way more logic and it made much more sense to him than the first one.

She would never forgive him and why would she in the first place? He had literally made a fool out of her and her feelings. He didn’t deserve her forgiveness; he deserved her resentment. But even though he knew what he deserved he couldn’t help but wonder if she could find it within herself to forgive him and maybe with time to give him a second chance so he could make it up to her and her kind heart which he didn’t appreciated enough.

His phone vibrates and he reached with his hand to grab it from the nightstand to see who had texted him.

‘Are you coming? We’re already in.’

It was a text message from Sabo. Yesterday was their last show and after they had finished it, they all have agreed on going out for a drink to celebrate their first successful around the country tour. Even though Ace wasn’t in the mood to go out at all, he didn’t want to argue with the guys, after all none of them put him in the situation he was in and taking his anger on them would be quite unfair.

Sending a quick message back to his brother, Ace let out a deep sigh. It was already ten pm. They had the whole day off as they were to leave tomorrow morning. All he wanted to do was to just sleep like he had been doing it the whole day today. Not like he found any comfort in his sleep nor that he was tired but because even in his dreams she managed to hunt his thoughts.

Getting up from the bed, Ace went to his suitcase and grabbed the first pieces of clothing his eyes landed on.  Unwrapping the towel wrapped around his waist he quickly put the clothes on. Taking glance of himself in the mirror, his hair has grown quite a lot, this was the longest it has ever been, but he didn’t really have the time nor the energy to cut it. Grabbing a pair of sunglasses and putting them on he left the hotel room.

Stepping outside the hotel and on his way to the bar where his friends and their girlfriends were, Ace had to stop a few times as some girls have recognised him when he was passing by them, and they asked him for a quick picture. The idea that he was becoming a recognisable public figure was still something quite new to him and it did sometimes make him uncomfortable, but he couldn’t say “no” to the people who have been supporting him and the band on their way to success.  

Finally, reaching the place where the bar was located, he entered and started looking for his bandmates. The concept of the place was a mixture of piano and cocktail bar, making it quite luxurious. The dim lighting added a touch of warmth and coziness, making the atmosphere quite inviting. Soft music played in the background, creating a relaxing yet vibrant atmosphere.

Greeting all of them once he reached their table, Ace sat down between Deuce and Law on the big round table they had been sitting on. “I’m surprised you choose such calm place.” Taking his glasses off, Ace put them in the middle of his slightly unbuttoned on the chest shirt.

“Don’t you like it?” Koala looked at him with her big light brown eyes pouting a bit. She was the one who had chosen the place and hearing that someone was not pleased by it made her a bit disappointed.

“No, I was joking, Koala.” Ace quickly reassured her as Sabo gave him a warning look. He was in fact messing with them as they usually always go for nightclubs, not calm fancy places, but his brother was sometimes annoyingly protective of his girlfriend and even jokes at times might be taken badly if they happened to make her feel even the slightest bit offended.

A moment later the waitress came to take his order, and Ace just told her to give him something strong and the girl just nodded as she went away. Everyone has gone back to their conversations – Sabo and Law were talking something about the producing of the upcoming album for when they get back to the Grand Line City, Koala and Robin were talking about politics which didn’t surprise anyone as both of them were big human rights activists, and Deuce was speaking with Ace or better said tried to speak with Ace.

“Hey, Ace.” Nudging Ace on the side with his elbow Deuce gave him a questioning look. “Do you even listen to me man?”

Shaking his head and clearing his throat Ace nodded. “Yea, sorry. What were you saying?”

“I was asking how are you?” Ace opened his mouth to answer but Deuce shut him up immediately. “And don’t give me the I’m fine crap. I mean seriously.”

Rolling his eyes at Deuce, Ace ironically chuckled. “I’m fine.”

The waitress came and served Ace the drink he had ordered and thanked her before she went away. Taking a big sip of it he looked back at Deuce, but Koala’s voice made everyone turn to her as she whined. “No Ace, we are supposed to cheer first. Together.” Biting the inside of his cheeks Ace blankly stared at her. Recently she has started to annoy him a bit… a lot.

“Yes, Ace.” Sabo added giving his brother an unpleasant look. “Where are your manners?”

Taking a deep breath in, Ace raised his glass high, looking at Sabo and then the rest of the table, he gave probably the most fake smile he has ever given before as he cheered. “To us guys and many more albums and sold-out avenues.” The sound of the glasses clinking and the cheers from the rest of the table filled the air around the table. Drinking the rest of the drink in one go Ace put the glass down and excused himself and left the table, making everyone wonder if they did something wrong and mostly when his attitude would go back to normal.

“I’ll go after him.” Deuce said as he saw Sabo getting up from his chair to catch up with his brother, which wasn’t the best idea given how much they have been arguing recently. Walking out of the piano bar, Deuce looked around until he spotted Ace walking down the street. He caught up with him fast and grabbed him by his shoulder. “Hey man, wait.”

“Not in the mood Deuce. Go back to the others.” Ace grunted not even bothering to look at his light blue haired friend.

“I’m very aware of that.” Deuce chuckled ironically. “Everyone is.” He murmured to himself, but Ace heard him.

“Then you know I want to be left alone.” Ace continued to walk without glancing at his friend.

“Ace stop this man.” Deuce had enough of this, and he yelled at Ace, making him glance over his shoulder at his friend. “You have been like this for what now? Two months?” He had never seen Ace like this before. Yes, he knew him for a long time, very, very long time, and he was aware of his self-destroying tendencies, but it has never been this bad before. He has been lashing out on people for no reason, barely talking with any member of the band and if he did most of the conversations end up in a fight. He has been acting like a complete asshole, and no one knew the reason why he acted like such. “What has gotten into you? Do you realize how much of an ass you’ve become? And I swear it better not be because of the recent fame we’ve gained because none of us will tolerate your bullshits.”

Ace was too stunned to speak. Deuce was never the type to blow up like this let alone being so frustrated. He was the most collected one of the four, so this behavior that Ace has recently displayed has struck some nerve in the blue haired guy.

“You really think I’m the type to let fame get into my head?” Ace couldn’t believe that Deuce could think of such a thing. “Fame? Really? Off all the things you can possibly think of fame is the one on top of the list?” Ace mockingly laughed in his friend’s face.

“This is our best guess... second best.” Deuce responded and Ace raised his brow at him. What did he mean by ‘second best’? “Look, let’s find some cheap bar, grab a beer and talk? Just us two. Whenever it’s the fame or something else I’ll just listen, man.” Taking a step closer to his friend, Deuce placed his hand on Ace’s shoulder. “You’re clearly not okay. I see it, your brother sees it, Law sees it, we all see it. Just... let me help you at least by listening to whatever bothers your mind so much.”

Deuce expected that Ace would just laugh at his face and tell him to fuck off, but to his surprise Ace agreed. He didn’t have much to lose and the fact that tomorrow they were flying back to Grand Line City was only adding to his stress.  

They walked a bit until they found something quiet and more secretive. Walking in and ordering two beers they sat at the back of the very dark-dimmed old rock bar. Making a silent cheer both took a sip of the beers, but none of them said a word after.

“I fucked up bad.” Ace was the one who broke the silence. Deuce didn’t say a word and he just waited for Ace to continue. “I fucked it up very bad... with (Y/N).” This didn’t surprise his friend at all as this was everyone’s first and best guess which turned out to be the right one. “I don’t think she would ever forgive me nor want to see me.”

Six beers later Ace had poured his heart and soul to Deuce. He had told him everything. From the unofficial ‘date’ to the elevator with the kiss, he had told him about everything with every single detail out there for the story. “And now I don’t know what to do. I don’t deserve her forgiveness, Deuce. I don’t even deserve to share the same air with her to begin with, let alone trying to get her to forgive me.”

Deuce hasn’t said a single word since his friend began telling him what had happened between him and the girl he has fallen hard for, all he did was to listen.

“Is there more to add to the story?” Deuce finally spoke and Ace slightly shook his head. Nodding, Deuce took a sip of his beer before fixing his gaze on his friend, whose head was hanging low, and deeply sighed. “You’re right Ace.”

Ace glanced at his blue-haired friend with a slight arched brow. What was he right about? He didn’t expect Deuce to agree with him, to be honest he thought the quite opposite that his friend would instead encourage him to go after the girl he was desperately in love with and that he hadn’t made such a mess out of himself.

“You don’t deserve forgiveness for what have you done.” Deuce articulated his words deliberately to ensure that his friend would understand and get what he was telling him. “That is why instead of forgiveness maybe you should aim for a new start, a second chance.”

Confusion was written all over Ace’s face. What was his friend telling him by aim for second chance? How could he get one even if she doesn’t forgive him first? Maybe Deuce was more drunk than he looked like.

“Second chance? Do you hear yourself?” Ace was looking at his friend like he had grown a second head.

“What you did Ace is unfixable.” Deuce’s words made Ace’s whole-body ached. He was aware of this and that was why he was in such distress in the first place. “That is why I’m telling you to try start things from the beginning again.”

Running a hand over his face, Ace chuckled ironically. “And how do I do this?”

“Easy.” Deuce mocked his friend. “You find her, you speak to her and instead of begging her like a pussy for forgiveness you tell her to never forgive you nor forget this, but instead to give you the chance start all over again.”

Staring at his friend Ace let a small makeshift laughter escape his lips. “Yea, Deuce. This will definitely be so easy. Cheers.” Rasing their beer bottles the two men shared a toast.

Deuce was hoping that his friend would listen to him and do something to fix the things between him and the girl. He did know (Y/N) but not very well. She was indeed a very kind girl and maybe that was the problem. Deuce knew Ace for years and he wished his friend happiness more than anything but knowing his tendencies he was not surprised how things had turned out. After what he did, (Y/N) would be a fool if she forgave him, but deep-down Deuce has the feeling that if Ace really goes and speaks with her and tells her the same things he has just told him, she would be willing to give him a second chance. Or at least consider to give him a second chance.

“Wouldn’t it hurt more if you never try?” Deuce added and these words slowly nestled in Ace’s mind.

The week rolled fast, and it was already Saturday. I was both relieved and a bit tensed about tonight. Relieved because our debut movies for the year were to start next week and the preproduction and all the preparation for it has taken so much of my energy. The good thing was that after a very long time Nami, Usopp and I were working together in the same team. On top of it we had two weeks to prepare for it and only five days to shoot it, starting from next Monday. It would be quite stressful, but I can’t wait to start as I was asked by the girl who wrote the script to direct it, which surprised me as we weren’t big fans of each other, but I didn’t turn the offer down.

Strangely I wasn’t so tensed nor worried about the debut movie, actually not at all, we had it all under control, but I couldn’t say the same about tonight’s party.

I haven't seen the whole group in a long time, and while I missed them, I also felt anxious. Ignoring Luffy led to ignoring the rest, and I hope they weren't offended. I believe they would understand if they knew the reason behind why I was so reserved in the past two months. Not like they would ever find out why or what happened, but still, the hope mixed with guilt was settled within my gut.

Today I had to wake up extremely early as Usopp and I had to take care of some last-minute things for the film. Thankfully everything went smoothly so it didn’t take much of our time.

On the way back he dropped me to the supermarket close to my place as I had to buy some groceries, but the whole time I felt like someone was watching me. For the past week I have had this weird feeling of being stalked, but every time I turned around there would be no one behind me which gave me the chills to a point where I started to feel a bit paranoid.

Even on the way back home I felt followed, but still every time I turned around there was no one around me. I made sure to get home fast as I wanted to take a quick nap before I got ready for the night.

I haven’t had a party in months. Not like I was very excited about it, but I felt like I needed this. I needed to relax a bit and forget about everything that has happened so far.

I didn’t waste any time when I got home and quickly hopped in the shower and then in bed as I put on an alarm for when I should get up to get ready. Kid had agreed to come to the party with me, but sadly the girl his mind was currently occupied with couldn’t make it as she had to work tonight, but at least he didn’t turn me down.

My alarm rang exactly two hours later, and I got up and slowly started to get ready. I knew that it was a fancy party and on top of it there was a dress code, but I didn’t feel like going over the top tonight, so I just put on a simple little black dress on. My hair and makeup I did as usual again not going over the top as I wasn’t even planning to stay the whole night, at least for now, if the party turned out to be fun, I might stay longer.

By the time I was ready Kid had already come and waited outside for me. Leaving and locking the apartment after me I quickly ran down the stairs.

Getting into the car I greeted Kid with a smile as I put the seat belt on. “You know there is a dress code, right?” I said a bit mockingly as I eyed him and his jeans and T-shirt outfit. His bright red hair was done with gel, and it was facing all directions as aways. His piercings and tattoos all visible and if I didn’t know Kid as much as I have grown to in the past month and so, I would have said that he had put the effort tonight, but I did know him now and that was his everyday outside work aesthetic.

“You’re not as dolled up as usual.” He mocked me.

“Didn’t feel like it to be honest.” I shrugged. “Anyway, we don’t need to stay the whole night if we don’t like the party.”

“Finally, we speak the same language.” Kid exclaimed. I just rolled my eyes and used my secret weapon to make him ease up a bit as I asked about Victoria, the girl he was seeing, and how things were going between them.

Soon we arrived where the party was being held, a big modern-day skyscraper building in the richest part of the city. Its sleek glass façade shimmered under the city lights, reflecting the bustling energy of the metropolis. The entrance was grand, with an expansive lobby adorned in marble and gold accents.

“How rich is your friend again?” Kid bent a bit and whispered in my ear as we stepped into the elevator.

“At this point I’m asking myself the same.” I murmured in awe as we were making our way to the last floor where Sanji’s parents’ penthouse was.

The penthouse apartment itself looked like something from the newest James Bond movie—ultra-modern design with expansive floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a breathtaking panoramic view of the city skyline. The interior featured sleek, minimalist furnishings with a mix of high-end materials such as marble, glass, and polished metal. The open concept living area was filled with guests, their laughter and chatter echoing off the walls.

Kid and I exchanged looks at each other as we stepped out the elevator. “It’s full of people.” I yelled at him over the mixture of loud voices and music.

“I already don’t like it.” He grunted.

Rolling my eyes, I pulled him by the hand to follow me and find Nami and the rest of the group. It didn’t take me long to spot them sitting on a very long white couch by the piano next to the floor-to-celling windows which lead to enormous terrace from which you could see the whole city. Kaya was the first one to spot me and she waved at me.

“Hello, everyone long time no see.” I said once we were standing next to them. They all greeted Kid and me and of course we got some questionable looks which I caught up immediately and I was sure he did as well.

“What are you doing here Jaggy?” Luffy as always went straight to point as he shoot a mixture of questionable and surprised look at Kid.

“Jaggy?” I turned to look at the red-haired man standing next to me confused and ready to make fun of him of the nickname he was given by Luffy.

Grunting at me, Kid rolled his eyes and turned to Luffy. “Don’t call me Jaggy, you monkey head.”

“This doesn’t answer my question... Jaggy.”

Before they had the chance to get each other’s throats I stepped in. “He is my plus one.” I smiled awkwardly as I could see the surprise in everyone’s eyes, even Zoro’s a bit. Realizing that they might have taken it wrong I tried to correct myself, but I was interrupted by Sanji, who showed up behind me and wrapped his arms around my shoulders.

“I can’t believe my eyes.” He pulled away and a big smile was spread across his handsome face.

“Happy Birthday Sanji.” I hugged him properly and he returned the hug.

“Thank you, beautiful.” He replied as we pulled away from each other. He turned to Kid and reached with his hand for a handshake as they had never met before, at least officially. “I hope you enjoy the party and if my brothers bother you, please don’t pay them any attention.” He said to all of us. “They are just... well... if someone asks, I usually don’t say that we are related.”

We all were aware of the relation Sanji has with his family, but at the end of the day he was a very good person and the only reason why he kept on having any kind of relationship with his father and brothers was because of his mother and sister, otherwise Sanji wouldn’t even go by his father’s last name.

“My sister is somewhere here I need to look for her and I’ll be back with you guys.” Sanji said to us before he disappeared into the crowd of people in his living room space.

“What are you two going to drink?” Nami looked at me and Kid.

“What do we have?” I wasn’t sure if I really wanted to drink tonight or not, but one drink wouldn’t hurt.

“Everything.” Zoro replied as he took a sip of his glass and whatever he was drinking.

“Just go to the kitchen, there you’ll find everything.” Usopp pointed me to the left side of the room where I guessed it would be the way to the kitchen.

I nodded and thanked him before turning to Kid. “The usual right?” He nodded in agreement, and I made my way to the kitchen.

This place was enormous and there were so many people around, but from what I knew Sanji and his brothers were quadruplets so I shouldn’t be surprised that we were so many people here tonight.

As I approached the kitchen it was easy to spot the drinks as everything was placed in the middle of the kitchen bar. I didn’t see any beer, so I had to ask if they had any and one girl pointed at the big two door fridge. I thanked her and went to the fridge which when I opened was full from the bottom to the top with all kinds of different drinks. Grabbing two cans of beer, I closed it and made my way back to the group.

Approaching the group, I noticed that three more people had joined us, and my heart fell to my feet. Freezing on the spot my body couldn’t movie and my mind went on fight or flight mode. What was he doing here? Was he even such a close friend with Sanji? Wasn’t he on a tour or whatever?

The enormous penthouse and the space around me started to feel tight. My heart was beathing so fast, but at the same time my whole body felt numb, while my breath was caught in my lungs.

Two months. I haven’t seen him for two months, almost three at this point, why did I have to see him tonight?

Someone bumped into me, and this made me snap out of it. The person turned to apologize, but all I did was hand them the two cans of beer as I ran in search of the bathroom before anyone could see me.

After many wrong opened doors, I finally found it and got inside, closing the door behind me and locking it, I leaned on the door. My heart was beating fast as I was trying to catch my breath.

Trying to calm myself down, I looked at the mirror in front of me in the bathroom. I saw and felt the first tear rolling from the side of my eye. Biting hard on my bottom lip to suppress the sob ready to escape my lips I also wiped the tear away. I couldn’t afford to cry now. I couldn’t let him see me like this and give him the satisfaction of knowing that I haven’t been entirely over him, yet. I couldn’t let him know how much power he holds over me and the way I feel.

I needed to think clearly. I had two options: First one – I text Kid to get out of here and that way I could just go home and forget about tonight or second one – I try to collect myself, I get out of this bathroom and go there and act like I have never ever in my life met this person and that he was a complete stranger.

I couldn’t let myself being so vulnerable and weak in front of him once again. I needed to stand up for myself and show him that life continued without him, and I was doing fine. I needed to show him that he was nothing more than a stranger.

Going to the sink I washed my hands and fixed my makeup a bit. Taking a few deep breaths in I nodded to myself. “You can do this. Just go there, don’t look at him and… just pretend that he doesn’t exist.” I told my reflection in the mirror. “Don’t forget – you two are strangers now.”

The last thing Ace wanted was to go to a party tonight the same night he had been back in town after a month of being away. But with a lot of convincing from Sabo and Koala he agreed to go, but only to wish Sanji a happy birthday and catch up with his little brother and then he was out.

He knew that (Y/N) would be there or at least he was guessing that she would be, after all she was a good friend of Sanji. The fact that there was a big chance that she might be there terrified him. Ace hasn’t gained the courage to face her, at least not now. He wasn’t even sure what he would do or say once they faced each other again.

He had some time to sit and think about his conversation with Deuce and he came to the realization that his friend was right. Asking her for forgiveness would be foolish but asking her for a new clean start might be worth trying, but at the same time it was also ridiculous. How did someone go and ask for a second chance when they have messed up as badly as he did?

The biggest problem was that Ace wasn’t sure how he should approach her. Was he supposed to just text or call her and be like “You want to speak about what happened two months ago?” or he just wait for her somewhere and try to speak with her? What was the best way to approach someone whose heart you have broken? There was no YouTube tutorial, or book, or a movie to watch which would give him the answer to this question.

Maybe he should try gaining some courage and think through what he would say to her first before approaching her? Or should he say whatever he feels like in the moment when they cross paths again?

He didn’t have much time to answer himself any of the thousand questions he had in mind regardless (Y/N), as he was already at the party. Looking around from the moment he had arrived with his brother and his girlfriend, Ace couldn’t spot (Y/N) anywhere, and this brought him both disappointment and relief.

Disappointed because he wanted to see her. He couldn’t deny that he has been missing (Y/N). It was a very strange feeling. He had never missed someone or something before, so it was still hard for his brain to process this feeling of missing, longing for someone.

And he was also feeling relieved as he wasn’t ready to face her. Because what could he do here in front of so many people who had no idea what had happened between them. He knew her quite well at this point to know that she wouldn’t have told anyone anything. Not like he cared if she did, but it was a bit less awkward to know that this was something no one was aware of. One set of eyes less to judge him and his mistakes.

When they joined Luffy and his friends, Ace was surprised to see Kid – the bartender from Shank’s bar tagged along with them. Ace didn’t know him personally, only had seen him in the bar when he had gone with Luffy there, and on top of it the bartender and his little brother had some not so friendly banter going on, so what was he doing here? Could he have come with (Y/N)?

Usopp and Nami were shooting question after the question at Sabo and Ace about how the tour went to which it was mostly Sabo answering and even Koala from time to time, while Ace remained silent.

With his back turned to the group, he meticulously scanned the room in search of (Y/N). However, she was not immediately visible. It was only upon hearing her familiar voice that he realized how much he had missed her, causing his heart to sink.

Your back was facing him as you were handing Kid a new can of beer as you had gone back to the kitchen to grab new beers as the last ones you had given to some complete stranger. A chill ran down your spine. You could feel the set of deep brown eyes on you, and you had to take a quick moment before turning around again and looking at your friends.

Knowing where he was standing you just turned around and looked at everyone but him. You could feel your pulse increasing and your blood rushing like you were about to faint out, but you tried to collect yourself as much as possible.

Faking a smile, you pointed your greeting only at Koala and Sabo, and this didn’t go unnoticed by some of the people around you. It didn’t go unnoticed by Ace as well. This was childish behavior, according to his opinion, but at the same time he deserved it and couldn’t blame you for it, but he was surprised to see how bold your move was. Addressing only his brother and girlfriend, well played.  

It was harder than you expected. You joined the group only two minutes ago, and it was already hard to resist looking at his direction, especially as you could feel him looking at you. Why, why did he have to be here tonight? Why did you have to cross paths again?

Taking a seat between Kid and Kaya on the couch you take a sip of the beer, focusing your eyes on the beer can in your hands. Your body was so tense, your whole mood, the energy around you changed so fast, and Kid noticed it and it didn’t take him long to figure out why that was. Leaning closer to you he whispered in your year. “You must be kidding me?”

Startled by the unexpected closeness of Kid you turned and gave him a weird look.

“What?” You whispered back confused.

“Monkey head’s brother? Really?” Kid’s voice was loud enough to be heard only by you. You didn’t say anything, but the way you slightly lowered your head, and your eyes shifted to the ground was all Kid needed to know that he was a hundred percent right.

Kid could see the distress in your whole body. Sighing he wrapped his hand around your shoulder and pulled you closer to him.

“The fuck you’re doing?” Putting your best fake smile on your face you hissed at him.

“Shut up and listen brat.” He returned the fake smile and winked at you. “You gonna play him as he played you, if you want some kind of revenge.” Kid pulled you even closer to him so he could whisper in your ear. “It’s enough to make him believe that you’ve moved on to make him go crazy.”

“I don’t want to make him go crazy.” I whispered back. “He doesn’t care Kid. We don’t need to do all this, and I don’t want to.”

This was ridiculous in your mind. Ace didn’t care about you at all, and acting like you were ‘taken’ wouldn’t change that fact nor make him jealous. Plus, Ace knew you well enough more or less, he wouldn’t fall for such a cheap trick. You didn’t want this. You were so tired of all the games, especially the one with Ace in it.

“Trust me, brat. He already is.” Kid pulled away from you and smirked. “Just listen to me.” He continued to whisper something in your ear, and you just sighed. You had nothing to lose so at the end you just agreed to play Kid’s little game of ‘are they a thing or not’ for tonight.

Ace’s blood was boiling. He wasn’t sure if this was some game or if it was for real. The moment Kid had placed his hand on your shoulder and pulled you closer, Ace saw the way your body had relaxed under his touch. The way you two got close to each other and whatever disagreement you had for a second it quickly faded away as you leaned your body on the man next to you.

Was it really that easy for you to move on so quickly? Two months? Or even less? No, it couldn’t be. He knew you. Ace knew you well enough to know that you were not going to jump so fast on someone else. Even if it was just for some kind of rebound, you would not display it so freely especially in front of people so close to you.

But what if he was wrong? He had heard many times that heartbreaks change people. What if this wasn’t an act? What if you had moved on and your heart now belongs to someone else? What if it was too late for a second chance?

All he needed as an answer was just one glance from you at him. The moment he got the chance to lock eyes with yours, he would be able to tell if you had moved on or not, but you haven’t glanced at him even once.

Two hours have passed by, if not more, and you haven’t dared to look at Ace’s direction, afraid that if you did so, you would break and look into his eyes and all the confidence you had slowly built in the bathroom and then thanks to Kid and the little act you decided to participated in, would go out the window the moment you lock your eyes with Ace.

The act between you two so far has been going pretty well. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but you and Kid didn’t do much, you just stayed very close to each other as he had one hand either on your shoulder or your thigh, which alone had won you a lot of questioning looks from everyone, but no one dared to ask anything out loud. Even Nami.

“Are you guys excited for next week?” Kaya question was for Nami, Usopp and you about your debut movie.

“Very.” You responded.

“And we need seven hundred dollars more to reach our go fund me goal.” Nami announced loudly. Usopp and you laughed at her as no one paid attention.

“It’s pointless, they all have already donated.” Usopp patted her shoulder.

You continued to laugh as they started to argue for the budget of the movie once again as Usopp was trying to explain to Nami that the money would be enough, while she was telling him how “Money are never enough.”, and that was when for a first time tonight you slipped. Lost in their ‘money’ banter your eyes shift and locked with the eyes you had been successfully ignoring for the past forty or more minutes.

Your laughter died instantly. He was looking at you and you were looking at him. Your eyes conveyed profound feelings, yet they couldn't grasp the other's intentions.

The one who broke the eye contact first was you. Tonight was the first time ever when Ace couldn’t read your eyes, and this struck a nerve in him. Your eyes were usually giving him all the answers, but not this time. He couldn’t catch what was behind them, nor did he have enough time to do so. He must either wait for a second chance to lock eyes with you again or get somewhere private with you and talk. You two must talk. Tonight.

Getting up from his seat Ace went out onto the big balcony where surprisingly it was empty of guests, and he had the time to collect his mind for a second. Taking his cigarettes from his pocket he lit up one and took a long drag out of it.

He must speak with you tonight or at least try to, but he needed to be only the two of you. No other people around. But how? How could he make this possible? And what does he tell you once he gets the chance to speak with you?

The glass door slid open, and Ace was no longer alone with his thought on the balcony. He didn’t bother to turn around to see who it was as he didn’t really care. He knew that it wouldn’t be you, that was for sure.

“Shit, you’ve got a lighter, man?” Kid asked Ace as his lighter just died and he wasn’t able to light his cigarette.

Glancing at him Ace nodded and handed him the lighter. Perfect, not only he had to deal with watching the man next to him having his hands all over the girl he wanted, but now he had to share his lighter with him, how ironically.

“Thanks.” Kid said as he handed back Ace the lighter.

Both men kept a distance between themselves. Kid could see that Ace wasn’t very happy to have him around and this was making things even more fun for him. “Fancy party, huh?” The bright red-haired man chuckled.

Side-eyeing him Ace hummed with agreement. He wasn’t planning on having small talk with him.

“I wasn’t much into it, when (Y/N) told me ‘bout it.” Kid continued. He knew what he was doing by mentioning your name.

“Didn’t know you two are friends.” Ace said, exhaling the smoke of the cigarette, which filled up his lungs.

“We are not.” The guy next to him smirked, knowing what he was doing.

Glancing at him, Ace couldn’t help but feel his jaw tightening. He knew what the person standing next to him means with this, but he didn’t want to believe it. This couldn’t be it.

Swallowing his pain, his pride and ego came to help. “Then I guess you’re welcome.”

“Oh, I am.” Still with a smirk on him face Kid replied.

Both men looked at each other not saying a single word as they finished their cigarettes at the same time and threw them away from the balcony. Before any of them say anything a group of drunk girls and guys walked onto the balcony. Glancing at them Kid laughed and walked off. He did get what he wanted as a reaction from Ace, which feed up his ego.

Ace on the other hand was mad. He knew this was an act, he wasn’t that stupid, but still, he couldn’t believe that you could be hanging out with such jerk as Kid. Not like he was better than him, but at least he wasn’t that cocky.

Walking in determined to find and speak with you, Ace noticed that you weren’t sitting on the couch, and you have gone somewhere. Luffy wouldn’t know where you have gone, but Nami should, so he made her way to her and lean closer whispering in her ear, asking her for you.

“I think she went to the kitchen.” She told, Ace and he tanked her as he made his way there, before Nami gets the chance to ask any questions.

You have gone to the kitchen looking for something refreshing to drink, but not alcohol. You have had two beers already and you didn’t want to drink any more for tonight. Looking around for a drink, you were also congratulating yourself in your mind as you have managed to ignore Ace successfully the whole time you have been here and when you two finally locked eyes, accidently, you didn’t break your little act. This for you was an achievement on its own. If someone earlier today has told you that this would have happened and you would keep your cool, you wouldn’t have believed them.

Reaching to grab some kind of fruit flavoured soda from the slowly emptying fridge, you freeze for a moment when you heard a painfully recognisable voice behind you.

“We need to talk.” Standing behind you, Ace wasted no time getting to his point.

Taking a deep breath in you straightened your posture and grabbed the drink you wanted before closing the fridge door and walk away as you ignored the presence of the man behind you. If trying to avoid his eyes tonight was hard, this by itself was ten times harder, as your heart was about to explode in your chest.

Ace was left unhappy by your act of ignorance. He understood that you were mad at him and didn’t want to do or have anything with him anymore, but this was slowly breaking his patience, which was never something to exists in the first place.

Making a few steps towards you he caught you before you leave the enormous kitchen and turned you around. “Just two minutes.”

The feeling of his hand wrapped around your wrist so gently, yet in a strong hold, caught the air in your lungs. Not daring to look at him, you tried to pull your hand away, but this made his hold on it stronger.

“I’m not letting you until you give me two minutes to speak with you.” Taking a step closer to you he said quietly as there were quite lot of people in the kitchen, but thankfully most were already drunk and didn’t care what was happening around them.

Two minutes? He wanted two minutes to talk to you? For what? Everything you two had to say was already said two months ago, and there was nothing left to be said. But yet again, this man had the audacity to stand in front of you without any remorse and ask for ‘two minutes’ like you own him something.

Taking all the confidence and power you had in yourself you finally looked at him. You two were close but not that close, and as much as a big part of you missed these deep brown eyes, you have had enough of this man. Pointing with your eyes at your wrist he got the hint and let go of it. Now both of you stood up in front of the other without saying a word in the middle of the kitchen.

Ace couldn’t read you. Your eyes had so many hidden emotions behind them, mostly pain, but apart from that he couldn’t tell what you were currently thinking of. Did you hate him? Probably, he deserved it. Did it hurt you to see him again? The answer to this was probably, yes as well. Was he overstepping your boundaries once again? For sure. But he couldn’t help it. He needed to make things right with you.

He must speak with you and apologies. You must give him this chance and after it, you could tell him to fuck off and he would, but he needed to speak with you at least.

“Please.” His pleading was full of desperation and pain. “Give me two minutes and I swear I will-”

“I’m sorry, do we know each other?” You didn’t let him finish his sentence as you interrupted.

This got Ace taken aback. Were you really going to act like you two didn’t know each other? He thought that you were more mature than this.

“Come on, doll. You’re better than this.” He breathed out annoyed.

Narrowing your eyes with a bit of disgust and annoyance with him, you just hummed and turned around leaving him behind, but Ace was not having it. Forcefully he grabbed you by the arm and lead you in the corridor leading to one of the many bedrooms this enormous penthouse had.

As much as you tried to fight him it was pointless as he was overpowering you no matter how hard you tried.

“The fuck is wrong with you?” You screamed at him once he closed the door behind you.

“A lot of things.” He turned and yelled back at you.

Silenced took over the room. You didn’t know what to do or what was right to do. You didn’t want to listen to him nor to be in the same room with him. You wanted nothing to do with him. You two were strangers now, nothing more nothing less, but he, of course, had to make things complicated as always.

“What do you want from me?” You asked, turning your back to him as you walked to the big windows in the room, overlooking at the big city beneath you. Wrapping your arms around yourself, as a form of protection, you leaned your head on the window.

What did he want from you, really? Could he want something from you? Ace wasn’t sure how to answer this as he didn’t have the answer himself. He just knew that he wanted to speak with you, but he didn’t know what exactly to say.

“I told you.” Ace said in now more calmed tone. “I want to speak with you.”

“And I don’t.” You replied.

“You don’t have to.” He quickly replied. “All you need to do is... listen... I guess.” He wasn’t sure what you need to do in this situation. The only thing that was giving him confidence was that you haven’t run out of the room, yet.

You couldn’t help but laughed. He really did have the audacity. Turning your body slightly towards him but still looking out at the city lights you said, “That’s the thing. I don’t want to speak, listen, see or do anything with you. And why should I? You made it clear last time and now we are strangers. Nothing more nor less.” You were surprised of yourself. You weren’t sure where you found this confidence and cool within yourself, but you were proud of what you just said to him.

The way you said it, so calm and collected, made Ace realised how much he has lost you. You didn’t want to do anything with him, and it was all because of his words and actions.

Walking further into the room, but still keeping his distance from you, Ace slowly nodded. “I don’t want you to forgive me.” Taking a deep breath in he took a few more steps and came closer to you. He tried to collect his thought, but he couldn’t so he went straight to the point. “I just want us to... try again, but from the start?” Hearing himself he couldn’t believe how stupid he sounded.

Hearing him, you were left speechless. There was nothing worth it left between you two to start it all over again.

“You’re pathetic.” You shook your head and start to walk out. “Your two minutes are done.” Walking to the door before he had the chance to say anything more you turned your head to look at him from over your shoulder. “Never bother me again. You are a stranger for me and so am I to you.” With this you left the room and Ace.

Making your way to where your friends were, you went straight to Kid and whispered in his ear that you wanted to go. By the look of your face he knew that something had happened, so he only nodded. Saying a quick goodbye to the rest of your friend group you two left the party.

“He came to speak with you, didn’t he?” Kid asked when it was only you two in the elevator. You only hummed in response. “And?”

“I told you.” You quietly responded. “I want nothing to do with him.”

Or this was what I wanted to believe. That I was done with him. That him mentioning a new start didn’t sound appealing for a moment. But I couldn’t let him in again. He showed me once how cruel and unapologetic he could be towards my feelings, he would and could do it again and I couldn’t overlook this. Despite my stupid heart still longing for him after all he has done, I must listen to my brain and protect it. The fact that I even gave him the two minutes he wanted so bad was enough of a weakness I showed him tonight. I still did what he wanted, he still got what he wanted, but this time I was able to leave with a bit more self-respect than the last time.

“Thank you, Kid. Victoria will be one lucky girl.” I turned and said to the bright red-haired man on the driver’s seat.

“Don’t forget that I’m an asshole, too.” He winked at me with a smirk.

END NOTE: I hope that Reader doesn't come out as some constantly crying girl. She is quite emotional and I also try to show you how much Ace has fucked her mental health up, that just by looking at him all the pain comes back and it is very hard for her to control her emotions. I also know that this chapter might feel rushed, but I promise something big is coming in the next one. Please leave your opinion about how you feel or thing about the chapter, you know I appreciate every like, comment, reblog and message ♡ I want to thank you all for your patience and that you are all amazing lysm ♡♡♡

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→ Suna Rintaro x Fem!Reader (Series Completed)

Summary: When a guy asks for your number, you sternly insist on a condition that leads to unexpected love.

Content Warning: Strangers to Lovers, Fluff, Angst, Suggestive, Eventual Smut, Canon-Compliant, Swearing, Social Media AU, Drinking

Author's Note: Trying my hand at social media aus because I had an idea. It's going to be a short one but these are fun to do. But also, they are so much work :/

Taglist: Closed

Character Profiles

Chapters

01) Girls Night

02) The Morning After

03) Pretty

04) Thrice As Pretty

05) Chess With You

06) Right Answer

07) Hoodie

08) Switching Sides

09) Ghost

10) Flowers

11) (Surprise) Birthday

12) Aquarium Date

13) Soft-Launching

14) Hard-Launching

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papers - pt 6

Pairing: Dad!Chris Evans x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: angst, mentions of divorce, mentions of cheating. if ive missed anything please let me know!

A/N: two years later and im backkkkkk. she's back to finish what she started 🤓 this took me way too long, and also makes me sad that it's finally finished. just wanted to give a shoutout to my bestie while im here because we actually met because she stumbled across my shitty little blog a few years ago, shes consistently gone on at me for years about finishing this series and i probs wouldnt have finished it if it wasn't for her 🥲 also this gif felt relevevant as we lay papers to rest with a "night night" 🤍

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Considering you’d found out you was pregnant three months into the pregnancy, the time flew quickly. Baby girl Evans was due 13th June, but decided she didn’t want to share a birthday with her daddy. 

At 5:15am on Saturday 9th June, Penelope Evans decided to make an appearance. Unfortunately for you, this was the weekend that Chris made a short trip back to Boston to have some well-earned birthday celebrations with his family. You’d decided that for multiple reasons, including being close to your own family, that you wanted to spend the rest of your pregnancy in London so returning to your family home in Boston wasn’t an option. 

Chris missed the entire birth of his second child, the event being unknown to him as his phone had died early on during his night out with old friends. Baby Penny was over twelve hours old when Chris finally received the news of his newborn child. A baby girl. News that brought the man to tears; he loved being a girl dad. 

But that was just over a month ago, baby Penny was quickly approaching seven weeks old. And Chris had spent every waking moment with both his young daughters. Summer was rolling in and Olivia had just finished her last week at school in London. It was two weeks until you packed up and once again moved your little family of four back to the USA. You’d made an agreement with Chris that your London apartment wasn’t to be sold and would instead be used by your family on your regularly planned visits. This luckily meant for you that there wasn’t much packing that needed to be done, only the essentials you’d need when you returned to your family home. You’d forever be grateful that you didn’t need to pack up the whole apartment with two little ones in tow. 

Penelope Evans was your perfect little secret for the first 5 weeks of her life, allowing yourself time to settle in being a parent of two. Being cooped up in your apartment from the day Penny was brought home from the hospital, both Chris and your parents taking it in turns to do the school run for Olivia. Of course, the rumour that Baby Evans was born spread when you weren’t spotted in public for weeks, but you were in your perfect newborn bubble. But you wanted to be present for Olivia’s last days in British school, so you made the effort to leave the house and walk the youngster to school every morning and watch her skip alongside her baby sister's buggy. 

It was 9pm, the evenings being the main time you got some silence in the little London apartment. Chris was perched on your shared bed, scrolling through his phone and replying to emails. You were sat on the carpeted floor, one leg outstretched and gently rocking the moses basket with your foot while you packed some of your newborn's clothes into one of the few suitcases dotted around the room. Both your daughters fast asleep in their respective beds. 

Your phone vibrated on the carpet next to you, ignoring it as you expected it to be Chris sending you something he’d seen on Instagram. You hummed quietly to yourself as you carefully folded clothes and placed them inside the case, your foot still gently rocking the moses basket. It wasn’t until your phone vibrated another two times that you curiously peeked down at the screen; your eyebrows furrowed as you noticed multiple Facebook messages from an old friend of yours that you’d not spoken to in years. 

I’m so sorry but I thought you should see this. One of the messages read, follow by a Sent a Photo and a link. You tilted your head in curiosity as you opened the messages, the link and screenshotted news article headline referencing the birth of your child and Chris’s whereabouts at the time. 

It wasn’t until you read further into the article that silence fell over the room, your humming coming to a sudden halt and your foot stopped pressing against the bassinet. Evans night out during birth of second child. Underneath the headline a picture of the alleged ‘Sarah’ from the previous cheating rumours that almost ruined your marriage a year ago. Chris had his arm wrapped around her shoulder as they sat in a booth in the corner of what seemed like a club, both leaning in closely and talking quietly amongst themselves. 

Recent discoveries show that Evans’ second child, a baby girl, was born on Sunday 9th June in the early hours of the morning. During this time Evans’ was in Boston on a night out with friends celebrating his approaching birthday, understood to also be his child’s due date. Evans has two children with his British wife. Rumours spread last summer of acts of infidelity within the marriage, however this did not seem to break the couple as they reunited and introduced their second child. 

Updates as they come. The article stated. 

You were speechless at the article, unsure how to process it as you placed your phone back on the carpet and focused back onto packing the suitcase in front of you. Was that even Chris in the photo? It was slightly blurry, and of course the club was dark. But you could pick Chris out of a crowd in an instant, and that certainly looked like the woman from previous photos. 

“You okay?” Chris questioned, peeking over his phone to look down at you. 

“Mhm.” You mumbled in response, a sigh leaving your lips as you picked up one of your favourite newborn onesies. Penny had grown out of it at this point, but you wouldn’t dispose of it; the onesie was Penelope’s first outfit, her coming home outfit. The same onesie that Olivia wore home when she returned from hospital. The neutral onesie with little Winnie The Pooh drawings printed across it. It almost made you cry at the thought of the perfect little family you once had, and could have continued to have. 

You closed your eyes and brought the onesie to your nose, taking a deep breath as you took in the scent of the laundry detergent you often used on your children's clothes, the milky honey scent filling your nostrils comforted you. 

Your phone vibrated next to you again, you’d turned on notifications for updates to the article. You were unsure if you wanted to return to read the update, a knot formed in your stomach and you began to fill sick. You laid the onesie on your lap as you reached again for your phone, following your gut feeling and reopening the article. 

UPDATE 

Recent investigations show the woman believed to be Sarah Jenkins, a 35-year-old from Atlanta. This is the second time she has publicly been spotted with actor Chris Evans. Sarah, who is public on most social media accounts, has a one-year-old child with an unknown father. Sources believe that Evans could be the father of the child. 

“Hey, what’s up?” Chris questioned, worry filling his face as he moved to sit next to you on the floor as he watched your face completely drain of all colour. 

“I’m going to be sick.” You mumbled, quickly pushing yourself to your feet and away from Chris. You almost tripped over the suitcase and other items scattered across the floor as you made a beeline for the bathroom, dropping to your knees as you leaned over the porcelain toilet and threw up the contents of your stomach. 

“Hey. It’s okay.” Chris followed you, kneeling down to hold your hair out your face and rub your back. 

“Get away from me!” You almost shouted, tears beginning to fill your eyes as you withdraw from any contact from the man. “How could you?!” You cried. 

“What?!” Chris questioned; his brows furrowed as he stared at you in shock. 

Oh boy was he a good actor. 

“Don’t you dare fucking lie to me again!” You bit back with gritted teeth. “How could you do that to me?! How could you do that to our poor innocent Olivia?!” The sadness fell over your eyes, the tears falling down your cheeks at the thought of your two precious girls who got hurt in the process. How as you going to explain this to them? How was you going to tell Olivia that her daddy was the reason the family fell apart? 

“How could you?!” You repeated again, a sob getting caught in your throat. “How could you cheat?! How could you have a child with another woman and simply act like its nothing?!” A loud wail tumbled from your lips as you pulled yourself back to the toilet and vomited some more. 

“I’m sorry.” Chris accepted defeat. That was all the conformation you needed. He should have known that after some time the news would come out. 

“You’re sorry?!” You looked at him in complete shock, bringing the back of your hand up to wipe at your mouth. “You think that's going to take all this away?” You truly were stunned that he was acting like this wasn’t as large a crime as it was. 

“His name is Theodore. Theo.” He mumbled, pushing himself to his feet as the tears started to fill in his eyes. The realisation was beginning to hit of what he’d done. How much he’d hurt his wife, and would shortly hurt his two precious daughters too. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.” 

“You didn’t mean for this to happen?!” Your voice raised in complete disbelief at his words. “You didn’t mean to spend time with another woman? Didn’t mean to fall into bed with her? Didn’t mean to have a child with her? Didn’t mean to continue seeing her, even when the child wasn’t present. You lied to me! You lied and then played me into thinking everything was okay, we had another child!” You screamed, it was all beginning to boil over and push you to the edge. 

Multiple instances flashed through your mind; like Christmas, Chris had no work on the lead up to Christmas, but yet he couldn’t be in London until the twenty third of December. He claimed he had commitments to his family. He missed the birth of your child for a night out on his birthday, yet the only photo you’ve seen from the night is the previously posted photo with ‘Sarah’. He missed out on time with yourself, and your growing family, major events like the birth of his second, well technically third, child. You weren’t as big a priority as it was made out to be. 

A loud screaming cry came from your bedroom, your almost two-month-old child awakening due to the loud noises flowing through the apartment. 

“Get out.” You bit through gritted teeth, pushing yourself to your feet as you prioritised getting to your small baby girl crying out in need. You cradled her in your arms, cuddling her close as you tried to compose yourself, holding the little baby so tight as you rocked her back and forth but her crying wouldn’t stop. 

“Get away from me.” You almost growled at Chris as he approached you in the bedroom, your hold becoming more protective of your sweet innocent child. 

“Please, let me explain.” Chris tried to speak over the sound of the screaming baby which you continued to rock. 

“Explain what, Chris?!” You turned to look at him, tears streaming down your face which matched the face of the distraught newborn. “There is nothing to explain.” You were starting to get overwhelmed with the situation, the screaming of the baby, the cheating man stood in front of you trying to talk his way out of his sins. 

“Mummy?” A little voice spoke from the door. “Daddy?” The small child stood at the door, her fists rubbing at her tired eyes and chubby cheeks. “Is Penny okay? Mummy, are you okay?” she questioned, unsure what all the noise was about. Her tired eyes adjusted as she looked between you and her father, the upset visible on both your faces as well as her newborn sister. 

“Penny’s okay, princess.” Chris spoke up, turning to speak properly to his eldest daughter. He couldn’t comment on how you felt, and he didn’t want to lie to his daughter again. “Mummys got her. Let's get you back to bed.” He hummed, leading the little girl out of the room as he tried to compose himself. In that moment, you had to admit you was grateful for Chris stepping up for his eldest child. 

A few moments passed until you heard Olivia’s bedroom door closing, you’d managed to compose yourself to a certain extent but also calm Penelope down enough that she’d fallen back to sleep and was once again nestled in her basket. 

“I want you gone. You can collect your things during the week, my parents will be here to deal with it. You won’t see the girls. We’re not coming back to Boston.” You rambled out the words that you’d been planning in your head. 

“Babe, please!” He tried to beg, stepping closer to where you were perched on the edge of the bed and looking down at the newborn in her basket. 

“Don’t call me babe. You won’t see the girls until a plan has been made. You’ll leave tonight.” You sighed, defeated.

“My solicitor will be in contact to get the papers signed.”

thank you again for reading, i hope you enjoyed!!!

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I hate you

enemy TCW!anakin x gn!reader

synopsis: you and anakin hate each other with a passion

wc: 1.5k

cw: fluff, angst, kissing, making-out

Slamming the door behind you, you storm down the halls of the jedi temple, hell-bent on getting your way. You weren’t going on a mission with him. Reaching the doors that lead to the council chambers you open them with more strength than you intended. The sound causes the heads of the council to turn towards you. 

“I’m not going” you state rather than ask. “Anyone else, but not him.” You can feel the gaze of the other Jedi on your face. You sense they knew you were coming, probably through the sheer amount of emotion radiating off you. Obi Wan speaks before any of the other members have the chance to. 

“The council decided that you both could use this mission to sort out your uh-differences” Obi Wan speaks with a calm tone. If he picks up on your disapproval he doesn’t say so. You cross your arms over your Jedi robes unamused. “I won’t do it.”

“You have no choice, we have no choice, you too are the only ones available” He speaks your name softly. “I’m sorry we have to do this, but we need two people to complete this mission, and you both have the skills required.” You go to speak but are cut off quickly by the older Jedi. “It's final.”

You find yourself in a small ship somewhere in the outer rim brooding in the corner when he first speaks to you. “If you stopped sulking you would notice that we are about to land.” Anakin Skywalker speaks in a tone that is meant to incite a reaction from you. But you don’t give in to the novelty, instead you opt to ignore him completely.

You can feel him roll his eyes at your ignorance before moving to go pilot the ship to the surface of the desert planet you had been sent too. According to the Jedi Council, a smuggler had found something that was of interest to the Separatists. So here you were, on a remote planet with the one person you did not get along with. 

Twenty minutes later Anakin had landed the ship close to the coordinates the Jedi had given to R2, and you were standing by the door to the ship. Pulling your cloak over your head, you step out onto the white sand covering the landscape. Wind whips at the ground, causing sand to fly like bullets through the warm air. 

You cover your eyes with your arm as you notice Anakin make the descent down the steps. You can hear him grumbling to R2 about how much he hates sand. Something to do with where he came from, you supposed. 

You walked the short distance to the meeting spot. Which was a small oasis, surrounded by a few palm trees and shrubbery. After a few moments of waiting, your head turns towards the sound of a vehicle, and sure enough you see some sort of floating buggy moving towards you and Anakin. 

Once it reaches you, a creature that is unknown to you gets out and passes you a small silver box, which you take as Anakin hands it the payment. 

You turn the box in your hand, observing the intricate patterns etched into it. What in Kriffs name were they wanting this for? You tuck the object into your pocket as Anakin bids farewell to the trader, the cloud of sand from the buggy’s engine blows towards the ground as it zooms off. 

Your eyes briefly meet Anakins, but you both rip them away quickly, turning on your heel to march back to the ship. The other Jedi follows behind you at a distance, talking to his droid quietly. Throwing open the metal door you climb inside the ship, sitting back down in the corner. You don’t see why the council sent both of you on this mission. It clearly didn’t require any skills. 

Anakin enters the ship, scowling at you. R2 follows him before rolling off to charge and clean the sand from his joints. Anakin sits down in the opposite corner from you, folding his arms. You don’t look at him, instead observing each individual nail on your hand. 

“Are we leaving or are you just going to stare at me?” you speak after a few minutes of silence as well as Anakin's piercing gaze. “We are going to talk” he says with a hint of annoyance. You don’t even bother to look up. “The council obviously wants us to come to some sort of agreement over what is going on here.” 

“What’s going on here? What’s going on here is that you are so self centered that you can’t see that everyone maybe doesn’t like you” You spit at him, to which he responds with a huff. “And maybe if you stopped and looked around for a second you would see that you don’t think before you act. And the rest of us have to clean up your mistakes” You continue with a raised voice. 

He doesn’t reply to your words at first, but eventually he returns the peasantry with the same attitude. “Well, maybe if you acted less like a brat all the time, I would be able to stand you. You walk around like you can just get what you want all the time. And you do. All the time.” You try to get a word in but are cut off. “No, I don’t want to hear it, just because you can’t deal with not getting your way doesn’t mean you have to treat me like shit all the time.” 

You stand up, causing the crate you were sitting on to slide backwards. “Oh and you don’t always get your way too, Mr. Chosen one. Haven’t you noticed that the council gives you what you want, even if you aren’t the right person for the job.” Your words spill out of your mouth at a pace you didn’t think was possible.

He stands up as well, pointing an accusing finger at you. “Like you didn’t go complain to the council about this very assignment. You thought you could waltz in there and get out of it. I didn’t want to do this but you didn’t see me throwing a tantrum and going to the council.” Anakin rebuts, his voice now yelling at you. His brows are furrowed as he shouts.

You try to think of what to say but nothing comes to you. Instead you stand there only an arms length away from him, anger radiating off of you. “I hate you” is all you can manage. It's immature but it's the only way that you can express how you feel about him. 

You think Anakin is about to continue his verbal attack on you but instead you are caught off guard by him roughly pushing you against the metal wall of the ship. And before you can process his actions, his mouth is on yours.

You go completely still before reacting to his lips connecting to yours. Instead of doing the sensible thing of pushing him away and yelling at him more, your lips move with the kiss until it is a messy clash of teeth and tongues. Anakin’s arms cage you in as your mouths move in sync. You know you shouldn’t do this because of the Jedi code but his lips feel perfect against yours, and as much as you hate it, you are enjoying this.

Anakin pulls away to breathe, “This means nothing” he says breathlessly before reconnecting your lips. You kiss him back harshly before pulling away, “You make me sick” you say before kissing him again. The cycle of taking turns in between making out to insult each other goes on for what feels like forever. Slowly both of your tones go from speaking to whispering and mumbling into each other's lips. “I still hate you” you say against Anakin’s soft lips. He returns the favour “I still hate you too”. You both join your lips together again, his hands now roaming and coming to rest on your hips, pulling you against him. You can feel his tongue in your mouth and the air coming out of his nose on your face. 

Your own hands grab onto his cloak, still covered in a fine layer of sand, needing to hold onto something, or in this case someone. But this particular someone was your sworn enemy. You would never have thought you would be in a situation like this. Directly going against the Jedi code, especially because of Anakin, was a far off idea, that you would have called crazy if you had suggested it to past you. But surprisingly you don’t hate it. His warm body pressing against yours was nothing like you have felt before, and you didn’t want it to end.

No matter which way you looked at it. You could feel yourself becoming addicted to Anakin Skywalker's touch at this moment. Fuck. You pull away, finally coming to your senses. “We shouldn’t have done that.” you state clear as day. His arms don’t leave their new home, instead they grip you tighter as his face comes towards you again. “And you hate that you liked it.” he says with a sly grin. Instead of arguing you can’t resist attaching yourself to him again. 

You can feel him against you, and his saliva in your mouth, tainting your morals. And you hate to admit it, but you don’t want this to end. You want him all to yourself.

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Dracule Mihawk - Actions Speak Volumes

a/n: yo yo yo! had this scenario in my head for a few days n decided to write abt it before i lose my train of thought haha! here u go <3

synopsis: it's only when you finally snap that he realises just how much you're hurting, thus he does everything he can to make it up to you.

reader is gn!

warnings: none, just angst, fluff, comfort, maybe a bit of sexual tension at the end if you squint hard enough.

word count: 1,626

Your actions as of recent have been nothing short of frustratingly annoying. After Mihawk returned from a 3-month escapade for only the best supplies for the Guild (he does not trust Buggy’s lackeys), you’ve been acting uncharacteristically cold towards him. Alvida knows what’s bothering you, yet refuses to tell him why you’re suddenly so ice cold, a harsh and bitter contrast to your warm and kind personality that he adored so much.

“You should already know that, seeing how you’re so perceptive of everything,” She says as he asks once again what your problem is. His eyes are on you as you silently help Cabaji set up some weapons in case they need to battle the Navy again. “But, if you can’t see they’re hurting because of you, you’re dumber than I thought.”

“And what exactly did I do to them, may I ask? All I did was go out for supplies,” Mihawk responds sharply, looking at the young woman beside him from the corner of his eye. Alvida looks at him, dumbfounded at the density of the former Warlord. She grunts, putting her hands on her hips.

“Yeah, for 3 whole months without telling them,” Exclaims the woman, brows furrowing as she looks towards you, arms folding over her chest again. “Honestly, I’m surprised they’re still with you considering how bad you’ve been treating them!”

This made his head snap towards her so fast that Alvida jolted back, eyes wide in fear. His golden eyes, usually cold and unfeeling, look surprised at her statement. Surely she’s bluffing, right? Mihawk can’t recall treating his partner poorly. Sure, they might’ve had a little argument here and there, but he was still devoted to them. 

“...What makes you think I am treating my beloved so poorly?” He asks, his cold voice holding an edge of offence to Alvida’s accusation.

“Well…” Alvida hesitates, voice weak for a moment before she continues speaking with confidence. “You haven’t been spending much time with them, your attitude towards them is just downright mean, you brush off their concerns like they’re a waste of time, and-”

“Alvida,” You interrupted, walking up to her with your arms folded. “Stop complaining, would you? Me venting to you when I’m drunk doesn’t permit you to go to Dracule about our relationship troubles. This is something between Dracule and I, so keep your nose out of it.”

Dracule.

You’ve never used his first name before, let alone with such… Unfathomable coldness. Mihawk stares — no, gawks at you, his stoic expression faltering slightly into one of pure confusion. Was what Alvida said true? When your eyes meet his, he watches as you narrow your gaze, a silent command for him to speak to you privately now that he knows too much. His gaze holds your own for a few seconds until you walk away. Following you, he tries to strike up a conversation, but you shoot his attempts down with a simple, “We’ll talk when we’re in private, so be quiet and follow me.”

And so, in uncomfortable silence, Mihawk follows you into your shared tent, staring at you with his arms crossed as you sit at the table. You speak first before he can even open his mouth, airing out your grievances and spilling your heart to the man, knowing he can shrug it off like before. You speak of the neglect as of late, how he has been nonchalant and uncaring towards you, how you’ve been feeling unloved by the man and how you’ve been constantly put aside now that you’ve all formed the Cross Guild.

And perhaps you’ve seen this coming — no, you have seen this coming; the way he deflects and tries to downplay how badly he’s been treating you because he simply refuses to believe it. Of course, this turns into an argument that eventually gets heated, as tears sting your eyes and threaten to spill down your cheeks. You’re practically screaming at this point, desperately trying to get him to see your point of view.

“For once in your life, Dracule,” There you go again, using his first name as if it were venom on your tongue. “Think about me! Think about us! Instead of your top priority being disappearing without a trace for months on end, making me worried sick about you — you should be prioritising what this relationship means to you because this means everything to me! You mean everything to me!”

Mihawk goes silent at your outburst, his arms unfolding and resting by his sides as his attention falls on you. He’s not focused on what he refuses to believe anymore, he’s only focused on you. Only you. It’s like his world stops once he sees your grief-stricken face, your tears finally escaping your tear ducts and caressing your cheeks as they drift down to your chin, your lips pulled into a tight frown. His face remains stoic as he listens, finally listens to you. 

Oh, how he wants to hold you in his arms and apologise, but he doesn’t. He just lets you yell at him and open his eyes to the truth… But you’re gone once you’re done speaking, you're pushing past him and walking out of the tent to get some well-deserved air. The former Warlord steps out of the tent, trying to see where you ran off to, but you are nowhere to be seen.

It’s then that he decides he’s going to make it up to you. He isn’t a fool, he knows he hasn’t been as affectionate as of late, and this argument has made him realise just how much he’ll lose if he loses you. Mihawk certainly doesn’t want to lose you, not after all you’ve been through together.

Throughout the day, he gives you your space but finds little things that remind him of you as he explores what Emptee Bluff’s Island has to offer. Whether it be flowers or your favourite drink in the town that’s opposite Buggy’s Town, he soon returns with three or four bags of gifts and groceries — ignoring the questioning looks on peoples’ faces as he casually carries the heavy bags to your shared tent with ease.

As the week progresses, he slowly starts giving you these gifts in secret, leaving them in your chair or your side of the bed in the morning. Whenever you’d see them, your heart would skip a beat and ache with confusion before a small blush would rise to your cheeks. You know he’s a man of few words, so you are glad he is acknowledging you like this.

Finally, the time comes for the perfect last gift — a romantic dinner under the stars, far away from the chaos of the Guild, even if it was just for an hour or two. You show up wearing your best outfit, a little nervous as it’s been a while since the argument and neither of you have properly talked since. It’s not hard to find the spot, as the candles on the grass illuminate the blanket that you find your partner patiently sitting on. A small pang in your heart strikes as he lifts his head, his golden eyes meeting your gaze and scanning over your outfit. 

You can almost see it, the way his eyes light up behind his cold exterior upon seeing you dressed up like this. Honestly, it makes you flustered the way he just stares at you before motioning you to come forward and take a seat beside him.

“...I thought I’d treat you to something special tonight,” Begins Mihawk, pouring you a glass of wine as you sit down beside him. With a small smile, you take the glass from him and have a sip. “...I’ve been thinking about what Alvida had exposed to me, and what you said during our latest quarrel about a week ago.” A lump forms in your throat as you swallow the sip of your drink, feeling dread fill your stomach. There’s a small silence that overtakes you both as you avoid his gaze, looking up at the stars as he looks at you with those piercing eyes.

“...I don’t want to lose you like I almost did before,” Mihawk continues, staring at you as he puts his drink down on the blanket, his hand gently touching your forearm. “So let me make it up to you. I’m sorry, I promise to never make you feel unloved ever again.” You avert your gaze from the stars, finally looking towards him with tears glistening in your eyes. The hand that rests on your forearm now caresses your cheek, wiping away a stray tear that dares to slide down your flushed skin with his calloused thumb.

“...You’re an asshole sometimes, Mihawk,” You respond, your tone slightly playful yet mixing with a twinge of hurt. “You don’t notice how much you hurt me until it’s too late, and you’re a man with so few words that it surprises me you argue back… But, somehow, you eventually find the right words to say and I come crawling back to you. But I’ve noticed that this time, it’s different. Your actions have spoken volumes louder than your voice has, and it…” You stop rambling once you take in the way he’s looking at you.

The way a small smile barely tugs at his stoic lips, the way his golden eyes soften and pupils dilate as he takes you in. You blush, yet he finds himself smiling just a little more, his thumb gently rubbing your cheek. The two of you find yourselves leaning in, and for a moment you think your lips are going to collide, but instead, Mihawk opens his mouth to say, “Would you like to see what I’ve prepared for this evening, my dear?”

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dividers by @/ saradika!

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This feels so specific and sad, but I can't stop imagining this 🙃

WC: ~200

Buggy frequently blasting boppy pop music. It's peppy. Gets the vibes going. And there's something about a rowdy, dirty crowd slamming down drinks, flashing weapons, and telling sleazy jokes against the backdrop of upbeat teenybopper tunes.

Even when Buggy's alone, those familiar and overused chords seep from his room. A smear of lip paint and a pop of his lips are on beat. The swish of a page at the start of a chorus. Knives are sharpened on tempo. Lyrics are muses for his carousing speeches. The songs keep him company.

Especially after those rough days. Bad days. The ones that leave him beaten and bloodied, just for being a stupid clown. When his pierced palms ache. His face is swollen. Lip split. Fingers hurt. Arms hurt. Chest hurts.

Those days, his room is dark. The only light comes from Buggy's vanity, where he sits slouched and silent. Bent over enough to see someone in the reflection, but any distinction is blurred and avoided. His hands rest on his lap, empty and unmoving.

Buggy's breathing is ragged. Drops of liquid fall, some landing on the back of his gloves, where they wait too long before seeping into the fabric.

All while the music fills the space around him.

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The old men of One Piece finding out they have a child with you. Pt. 3

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Shanks, Buggy, Mihawk xFemreader

Healthy Mix of Angst and Fluff

Buggy

It had been a week since Buggy had given you the talk about taking a 'Vacation with the boys' aka himself taking time away to help you raise the twins-

At first you didn't expect him to actually stick to it- it was a heavy order for anyone especially a pirate. However you had seen him silently preparing for the time off, piles of paperwork how payouts to his crew, budgeting for the time away and more.

It filled your heart in ways you never expected. Feeling joyful at him being so willing to do this for you and the twins. Speaking of the twins, they had been extra rambunctious it seemed. Clearly having enjoyed Buggy's time and attention too much and now that he was working that ment that the crew was at the twins mercy-

You never thought you'd see the day that the crew would miss Buggy's presents especially against two pre-teen boys.

"Miss (Y/N) can you please- Please Take the children" Cabaji said, His eyes sunken in and tired as he held Dee in one Arm and Bee in another. It seemed both had gotten into a fight again and Cabaji was in the middle.

"Of course" You giggle and thank the poor man, Taking your twins in your arms and bring them inside. Scolding both for being brats and getting them washed and fed for the night.

That night a storm rolled in. Rocking the Big Top and its crew inside, You sat there brushing out your boys hair in the Captian's quarters where you lived. The storm had set in thick, rocking the ship and pelting the crew with hail and icy rain. Buggy out on the main deck at the wheel as he yelled over the storm.

"Mom- I don't like the storms..." Dee whispered. Leaning against you as the ship rocked once again- Bee didn't say anything but his body language saying the same.

"I know sweety, but it's part of-"

"ENEMY SHIP ENEMY SHIP! ALL HANDS ON DECK!!" The announcement started from the speakers, you rising to your feet quickly as you heard the battle started.

"Boys you stay here and hide, Understand me?" You order, the twins nod quickly and do as said and hide under the bed. You grab a sword quickly and rush out the room, Locking it behind you with the key Buggy had given you.

You hold the sword as you see the first face of the enemy pirates rush down to the Lower Deck, Slicing through them with ease and continued up to the Main Deck Locking the door of the Lower Deck and rushing forward as more pirates approached you, You quickly defended yourself as you tried to stay close to the main doors. The rain pelting your skin and making it hard to see, A larger man approached with a axe. Swinging down he almost struck you as you slipped and managed to move away just in time.

"(Y/N)!!!"

Buggy yelled as he released his arms launching blades into the man's chest and knocking him back. As his arms returned to him a massive wave hit- Sending ocean water over the main deck, you saw this as the crash swept Buggy from the wheel. Running forward you grabbed Buggy sleeve and pulled him before he could be claimed by the rough waters, holding the wheel to keep from slipping.

Once the ship started to lean you pulled Buggy closer. Feeling his cough and regain his breath against you before climbing back up to the wheel to steady the rocking ship.

You saw the other shop fire more canons but the waves making them miss and fall short of the ship- The crew of the rival pirates starting to creak and splinter as the waves crashed against it.

"Retreat!!" A call of a rival pirate yelled, the temaing of their men trying to flee to the ship as the waves hit it. As the Ropes connecting the ships ripped Buggy turned hard, The backside of the ship smacking its offender as he tried to ride down the waves to clearer waters. Another massive wave came up and knocked the ship to its side, The Big Top groaning at the hit as it rode down the mountain of waves desperately.

You looked back to see the other ship heading into the opposite direction, the waves swallowing it from your perspective.

It was another 30 minutes before the storm softened enough to not be in danger. The crew both exhausted from the battle and storm it seemed, bodies of friend and foe being tossed overboard as the spinkle of rain washed the blood.

"You did good (Y/N).. Thank you" Buggy said softly, looking to you from the wheel of the ship. He looked rough- Soskes to the bone with his makeup running down his face.

"Of course" You said softly and giving him a equally tired smile.

"Captian! They got into the lower deck while the fight was happening!" Cabaji yelled out- Taking note of the damage that had been done. Your blood ran cold- Rushing from Buggy's side you ran down the stairs to the lower level, looking and seeing blood of a few fallen crewmates in the hall. Rushing to the Captian's quarters were you saw the splintered wood of the broken door, tears running down your cheeks as you felt your heart actually break. You frantically looked around- Sword still in hand as you stood in the room, it was destroyed. Blade slices through the pillows, furniture turned over.

"No- No No NO!" You screamed loudly, the reality hitting your chest making you scream out a sob.

Buggy rushed downstairs, seeing the splintered door and you sitting on the destroyed bedroom floor sobbing loudly. He ran to your side as his eyes frantically searching the envirment with the same fear as you.

"They are gone!" You sobbed, Buggy face turning to stone as he stood up- Tossing around the broken furniture and items in the room desperate to find evidence of them.

"FUCK!" He roared, anger filling his soul. He turned to your sobbing form and grabbed you by your shoulders- He looked like he wanted to scream at you but instead pulled you to his chest.

"We'll find them- There isn't any blood so they are alive" He said, it sounded like he was speaking more to himself then you.

"We'll Find them"

Shanks

It seemed Shanks had not been in Times good Graces. Not at all- What had expected to be a 6 month long Mission had been extended- drastically.

7 Years- 7 Years has Shanks been out to sea. From being turned into a Emperor of a sea, seeing the future of pirating and the slow steady crumble of the Goverment. Shanks had been stuck- but that didn't matter.. It was over at least for now-

Shanks felt his heart jumping as he saw the coast of the small village.

You stare at him shocked, before your face fell in a mixture of anger, sadness and some relief.

"You're back..." Was all you could mutter, Shanks surprised by your coldness. Awkwardly shifting on his feet.

"Well yeah! Of course I am! I came here to see You and Vivian" He said enthusiastically, you winced at his words and sighed.

Shanks feeling off about your attitude towards him- You gestured for him to follow you which he obediently did. Sitting at the dining room table

"Shanks I'm going to be honest with you- Vivian is not going to be very welcoming to you"

Shanks felt like you had just dumped cold water on him at saying this.

"What? No of course she will! I know it's been a while but I love her (Y/N) and she was my little gir-"

"For a few weeks... but that was years ago.. when she was 4 years old- Shes 11 and sees you as the dad that just packed up and left-" You said bluntly which made him bristle at the harsh words.

Shanks was ready to start in to argue till he heard the door open.

"Mom I'm home!" The sweetest voice he had ever heard called out to him. His eyes widened at this standing from his seat as he watched Vi make a appearance. In her school clothes still she had her hair in a ponytail and looked a bit scrapped up like she had been playing outside.

"Vivian" Shanks said softly, She turned her gaze to him and froze. Looking him up and down at first in shock- before her face scrunched up in a angry scowl. Adjusting her backpack she walked upstairs ignoring Shanks open arms as he stood there frozen in place.

"What the hell was that!?" He cried in shock as he turned back to you, you shrugged.

"I told you-"

Shanks stared at you in shock st this, before dashing out the back door in lightning speed. After 30 minutes he returned with a armful of gifts and marched upstairs to drop them off at her door. You knowing this wasn't going to fair well and offered him the guest room just like before.

Shanks had bought every gift he could think of- Every toy, outfit and more. All were refused and left back on his guest bed, The most he received was a cold glare from Vivian before she left the house for school or to do something away from home.

It had been 3 weeks already of Vivian giving him the cold shoulder or just being angry at him- He sat at your dining room table staring at the glass of rum he had barely sipped. Watching the liquid just float.

"When did she start hating me?..." He muttered, Hearing you chopping vegetables for dinner. You paused for a brief moment and sighed

"3 years after you left..." You admit, sliding the cut up carrot into the pot. Shanks laid his head on the table and watched you quietly, Clearly wanting you to continue.

"She waited for you. Everyday for those three years sitting on the docks... watching the horizon for you to return- and you never did... I guess finally her spirit broke and she resented you" Shanks winced at your words and rotated his face towards the wood.

He was silent for a while, before shifting up to his feet. Trying to Shank off the coming depression.

"I'll be back" He said softly, dismissing himself. His mind was racing with everything he could do, what he should have down and more. Sighing heavily as he walked towards the main town, but the sound of children caught his ear.

Following the sound he turned a corner to see a group of kids- at first he assumed they were playing till he saw a hair for a red hair and a busted up face. There stood Vivian, Her lip busted and eye starting to swell as she tried to scrap back against 4 other kids at once.

"Your Mom's a pirate whore!" A purple haired boy shouted as he pushed Vivian again, Her back hitting a trees but she stood once more.

"Don't talk about my Mom!" She screamed before punching the boy in the nose, He yelled out in pain as the other 3 kids began to jump her once more.

But before contact could be made all three were hiked up in the air by the back of their clothes. A awful feeling washing through them as this heavy pressure began to weigh on them-

Vivian looked up, seeing the ringleader standing to the side looked terrified as his 3 lackys were held up-

He looked like a demon to them all, his eyes practically glowing as he glared at the four children.

"4 little shits- wanting to jump my little girl- So ill say this now... You all better Fuck Off" The kids instantly began to cry, rhe ringleader wetting his pants and running away from the group. Shanks dropped the three and watched them scramble and run away as well. Vivian sitting on the ground still staring up at her father in awe, before trying to snap back to her irritation from before- Shanks reaching down and helping her up. But she refused him and stood on her own- Shanks sighed at this.

"Vivian- I know you want to keep ignoring me. But we need to talk" He said calmly, finally putting his foot down it seemed.

"Vi-" He said calmly as he grabbed her arm quickly before she could leave. She tried to pull his hands off angrily, Angry tears already welling up in her eyes.

"There is nothing to talk about!" She protested but Shanks didn't release his grip.

"You're mad at me I was gone so l-" She glared up at him, now tears filling her gaze and spill from her cheeks.

"I'm mad you left me!! I finally got a dad and you left me! You didn't want me anymore so you forgot about me!!" She screamed up at him, Shanks gently releasing his hand from her as he watched her.

Shanks slowly moved his cloak to the side revealing his blade, carefully with one hand undoing the tattered green ribbon and holding it out to Vivian. Her eyes widening at seeing it, and how despite the years he had held on to the old thing.

"...I never forgot you.. And I swear I never wanted to leave you Baby girl..."

"But you did!" She sobbed, fat tears rolling down her cheek. He nodded, tears running down his own cheeks reached around her neck and pulling up a chain. It was the Coin of his Jolly Roger- hung around her neck this whole time. She crutched it in her fist angrily.

"I didn't want them to find you... to hurt you or your mother- S-So this was the best to protect you" He admitted through broken cries. Vivian stared at him Biting her lip in what was assumed in anger before she left forward and wrapped her arms around him.

Shanks sobbed in what could only be described as relief and fell to his knees. Wrapping his arm around her quickly, kissing the top of her head and face.

"I missed you so much- I thought of you everyday" He sobbed, holding his daughter close as she sobbed against him.

"Don't leave me again Dad... Please" She managed to choke out inbetween cries. Shanks nodding at her words as he held her tighter.

"I will never do it again... ever"

Mihawk

Mihawk had seemed to at least temporarily take residence in your tiny home for the past month. Having taken the couch to rest at night but spent quite a bit of time with both you and Alucare- you had grown uses to Mihawk presents in your home. It reminding you of a sort of family even if you and Mihawk weren't together.

You felt Mihawk gaze on you as you moved around the kitchen, he seemed to enjoy watching you. More precisely your hips- You felt warmth hit your cheeks as you continued to make breakfast. You open up the cabinets to grab the plates, which were a bit too high up for you. You jumped once but before you could do much else you felt a hand land on the small of your back and a presents behind you. Glancing up you see Mihawk grabbing the plates for you, you blush and accept the plates as he hands to you.

"Thank you Mihawk"

"No need to thank me (Y/N)" He said softly, a hint of a smile on his lips as he met your gaze. As you opened your mouth to say something sjddently a butterknife flew through the air and stuck in the wood 3 inches from Mihawk's face making both of you jump in surprise and you squeak out a hushed scream. Turning to see Alucare, still in his sleeping clothes hair a mess and sleep in his gaze staring at you two.

"Oops My hand slipped-"

You sighed at your son and place your hand on your hips walking towards him.

"We both know damn well that was no accident Alucare!" You scolded your son who stood there calming taking it, His eyes locked onto Mihawk who glared at the boy with vengeance.

After 30 minutes of being scolded you ordered Aluecare to get ready for the day as you finished breakfast. Mihawk instead going out to the grove of trees were he knew Alucare would come to train before heading to school- On cue Alucare made an appearance and smirked at the clearly grumpy man sharpening his sword.

"Blue Balls?-" Alucare chimed, earning another frightful glare from the Warlord.

"So you are doing it on purpose-" Mihawk grumbled, continuing to sharpen the blade and stare at his spawn.

"Doing what?" the teen chimed crossing his arms with a continued stoic face.

"She was a date of mine long before she was your mother-" Mihawk brought up, pointing a finger in the direction of the house were you where.

"Ah yes Im sure that alleyway is a great dating spot" He deadpanned which made Mihawk close his mouth in a firm line. Standing up and putting his sword away.

"If you keep this up lad- you will not like me"

"I barely tolerate you now-" Alucare said with a raised eyebrow and scoffed as Mihawk smirked at him. Standing up with a nod.

"I'm warning you now boy- My only warning" He said before dismissing himself back inside.

Alucare left for school then, still with Mihawks words in mind.

That day Mihawk accompanied you with your daily errands. Getting groceries, clothes and more. You and him talk throughout the day, Blushing at his flirtatious manner for the day.

Once returned back home Mihawk had his hand on your hip as you served him wine. A pink color to your cheeks as you felt his hand upon you.

"You look really lovely (Y/N)... I'm am pleased i-" He was cut off by a loud cough, turning to see Alucare there with his face wrinkled in absolute disgust.

Mihawk narrowed his eyes at Alucare who had just interrupted him-

"Aren't you suppose to be in school?" He started as he stared at the living clone of him. Watching Alucare cross his arms and swagger to the side. You looked to the side embrassed by being caught like this, dismissing yourself quickly upstairs.

"I finished early- Just like you" Alucare said with a sarcastic smirk clearly teasing him, The Warlord glaring at his own spawn for the quip at him.

"....Did your mother teach you this level of disrespect?-" Mihawk started, as he stood up from his seat.

"Call it an inherited skill" He said calmly, watching the Warlord walk to him and stand before him. Silence falling between the two before Mihawk dismissed himself to the livingroom.

The game was set it seemed.

Alucare kept his guard up for days afterwards, seeing how calm Mihawk had been since he had cockblocked him once again. Being incredibly respectful to you and damn near kind to Alucare, at first he had been incredibly suspicious however after day 4 he had grown used to it.. That was his mistake.

You had been cleaning up something in the livinroom, you had noticed Mihawks attitude had cooled with you quite a bit. Worried you may have offended him in some way however you choose not to dwell on such things.

As you cleaned you felt a presents come behind you- it didn't take a genius to guess who. Turning to see Mihawk, seemingly fresh from the shower as he was simply in trousers and warm from the water. You blushed and turned away once more, feeling his hands on the small of your back first.

"(Y/N).." He started, his other hand finding yours as he moved the two of you in a gently sway with your back against his chest. Your resolve utterly breaking at this point.

"I feel like, I've neglected you in some way" He says softly, his lips drifting down your neck as you. You feeling weak to the knees as he did this, his fingers finding their way to your waist pulling you closer.

It was an hour before Alucare returned home, bag slung over his shoulder as walking into his home, about to call out like he normally did till be saw it-

There laid you and Mihawk clearly naked under some of the thinnest goddammit blankets in the house on the livingroom couch.

"AH FUCKING HELL!"

You heard a yell and sat up from the couch with the blanket pulled up to your bust. Seeing Alucare with a look of what can only be described as pure horror on what he was seeing his parents like this-

"O-Oh gods honey! What are you doing back so early!" You scramble red in the face as Mihawk lays there under the blankets, looking right at his son with a low smirk.

"You prick!" Alucare yelled at his father as he walked out again, wishing to burn his eyes out from what he saw. Hearing the low chuckle from his father behind him and you frantically scolding Mihawk.

He had won-

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Now let's get down to business,

An updated schedule will be as follows:

Mundane Monday: The beginning of the week is always dreadful so let's make it fun with some crack fics. Memes, Memes, MEMES galore!

Tearful Tuesdays: Angst posts will be the main thing on here. I'm thinking of some hurt and comfort fics. I'm already working on a Buggy fic for this. I'm not opposed to happy endings but in general, think of an onion cutting itself for these. They don't all have to be romantic and I'm creating something for Trafalgar Law here.

Wonderful Wednesdays: I will update two of the current fan series on this day maybe three if I have the time. So far the list includes:

OP:

The One Piece Master List

Enchanted meeting (Buggy The Clown x Straw-hat reader)

Shadows of the Blade (Dracule Mihawk x Assassin reader)

Capturing hearts (Iñaki Godoy x Photographer reader)

Whispers of the heart (Dracule Mihawk x Maid (Pirate Queen) reader)

*Shadows in the Night! (Trafalgar D. Water Law x Ethereal spirit! Reader)

MHA:

The mha masterlist

The Imperfects:

Please Don't Hate Me! (Juan Ruiz x Imperfect reader

My John Wick shit:

The Fawn and the Wolf: prt1, prt2, prt3

Thoughtful Thursdays: Just some random conversations and ideas thrown out there. I'll try to host polls so you guys can vote on what you want next. Basically a rest day for me though because there's just no way I could write everything in one shot. (/@ ~@)/~* I've tried and it ends with me updating around 3AM or sum.

Follower Fridays: Requests from followers are posted. If you have a story request or anything you want to ask go ahead and do so on this day. Just make sure you send them in early so I can get to it in time. If you send something the day of I might be able to make it happen.

Sexy Saturdays: Send me your best Saturday night requests: ie dancing, funny adventures, or crazy antis with the one-piece crew or another fandom. I'm very familiar with Naruto and MHA (and any other anime honestly I doubt there's anything you could request that I don't know.)

It's all about having fun and having those Saturday night vibes babe!~

Sweet Sundays: Romantic One-shot posts! Any character of age and as long as it's not a child. I would be open to doing a reader insert where they are a parent or parental figure though. I find them to be very endearing.

As always your requests are welcomed and comments are very much appreciated. Sorry again for being gone for so long. I want to pick up my serious especially and make the chapters juicy again.

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➻ One piece Masterlist

✩, fluff. ✧, suggestive. ✭, smut.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Fluff

✩ taking care of drunk reader (Zoro, Sanji)

✩ stumbling on reader diary (Ace, Luffy)

✩ sick s/o reader (monster trio, Ace)

✩ them being jealous (monster trio)

✩ picky eater ready (Luffy, Sanji)

✩chiropractor reader join the crew (straw hat reaction)

✩ doing reader make up (straw hat)

✩ their music taste (straw hat, Ace)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Suggestive

✧ sitting on their lap (Zoro, Ace)

✧ sitting on their lap (Law)

✧ flirty reader (monster trio, Ace)

✧ « u+ me, fkg each other brain out? » (Zoro, Ace, Nami)

✧ aftercare (Zoro, Luffy, Law)

✧ making out with Law

✧ u naked in bed (shanks, law, zoro) pt.1

✧ u naked in bed (sanji, buggy, ace) pt.2

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Smut

✮ hickeys (monster trio, Law, Ace)

✮ them being needy (monster trio)

✮random nsfw hc (monster trio, ace)

✮begging for more (ace, zoro)

Ace

Short completed story/mention of NSFW content !!

📞wait a minute while I make you mine [part. 1]

📞wait a minute while I make you mine [part. 2]

📞wait a minute while I make you mine [part.3]

📞wait a minute while I make you mine [part.4]

🥥 kano high club_pt.1

✩sleepless reader w. Ace

✩ invitation_short story w. Ace

✩ Special candy_w.Ace

✩ Ace realizing he loves you

✭ cleaning_short story w. Ace

✭ bathing_short story w. Ace

✭ aftercare w. Ace

Sanji

Would you love me more if I was women? (M!reader)

Zoro

✩ shy/aloof reader to his flirting (fluff)

✩ Snowball fight (fluff)

✧ a lonely night (suggestive, angst)

500 followers event #tomie’/500eventslove

✩“Im the luckiest person” + Law (fluff, gn reader)

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One Piece Master List

A master list of all my One Piece fanfiction, arranged newest to oldest (in each category). All fics have Fem Readers and contain smut unless otherwise noted! My works are for adults only!

Rob Lucci x Reader:

Loose Ends (Short Fic, Non Detailed Smut, Light Angst) You work as a waitress at a bar in Water 7, and become involved with Rob Lucci, until he decides to leave.

Sanji x Reader:

Welcome to Christmas Island (Kinkmas fic, Implied Virgin Sanji, Blowjobs, Romantic Sex) You work on Christmas Island, where every day is Christmas! All guests get to make a wish to Santa and have it granted. When the Straw Hat pirates show up, you decide to grant the wish of their handsome blonde cook. 

Kid x Reader:

Childhood Friend (Short Fic, Slightly Rough Sex) When you, Kid’s childhood friend, end up at the Human Auction while Kid happens to be there, he buys you.

Multi-Character:

General NSFW Headcanons Featuring Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Usopp, Franky, Brook, Ace, Shanks, Buggy, Crocodile, and Lucci.